If you had to choose an identity to go undercover, you'd choose a gynecologist.

They returned to the Ming family home as dusk approached.

The group walked silently into the living room, none of them in a good mood.

Mingtai was leaning back, flipping through the latest issue of a fashion magazine, when he saw the group enter. He immediately straightened up to greet them: "Big sister, big brother, Brother Cheng, Mr. Chen, what brings you all back together?"

Mingjing, still furious, snapped, "Where have you been again? You're going back to Hong Kong to study in a few days! Hurry back to your room and study! All you do all day is fiddle with this useless stuff!"

Mingtai quickly fell silent. His older sister rarely lost her temper with him, so it seemed she was in a bad mood today.

Mingjing snorted coldly, still fuming, and stomped upstairs in her high heels.

Seeing this, Chen Qing quickly said goodbye: "Since everything is alright now, I'll head back now."

"Mr. Chen, please wait!" Minglou grabbed him and gave Mingcheng a wink.

Mingcheng immediately understood and stepped forward, smiling, "Look at my memory! I'll go to the kitchen to see if Ah Xiang has finished brewing the medicine that Doctor Chen prescribed for my elder sister, so I can send it to her while it's still hot."

After saying that, he turned around and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Minglou pulled Chen Qing aside, his face pleading, "Mr. Chen, to be honest, once my eldest sister gets angry, no one can persuade her. I'll have to trouble you to go upstairs and calm her down. Otherwise, my brothers and I are afraid she'll scold us for days on end."

Chen Qing looked troubled. He didn't want to get involved in other people's affairs, but looking at Ming Lou's sincere eyes, he finally sighed and said helplessly, "Alright, I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee whether I can persuade him."

After saying that, he slowly went upstairs.

Only after Chen Qing's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs did Mingtai dare to approach Minglou and ask in a low voice, "Big brother, what happened? Why was big sister so angry today?"

Minglou waved his hand dejectedly: "Don't even mention it, my eldest sister was arrested by the 76th Division."

Inside the kitchen, Ah Xiang had already prepared the medicine and was keeping it warm in a clay pot. Seeing Mingcheng enter, she quickly poured the medicine into a teacup: "Brother Ah Cheng, the medicine is freshly brewed and is just waiting to be taken up to my elder sister."

Mingcheng waved his hand: "No need, I'll take it to my older sister. You go ahead with your work."

Although Ah Xiang was a little confused, she didn't dare to ask any more questions. She packed her things and left.

The kitchen door closed gently, and Mingcheng's expression immediately changed. He quickly took out a small oil paper packet from his pocket, and inside was a white powdery medicine.

He looked around warily, then poured all the powder into the warm medicinal liquid without hesitation, stirring it quickly with a spoon until the powder was completely dissolved.

He paused, then took a clean glass from the cupboard, poured half a cup of strong tea, thought for a moment, then pinched a little powder from the oil paper packet and added it to the tea, stirring it again until the tea soup looked normal.

Carrying a bowl of medicine and a teacup, Mingcheng walked out of the kitchen and happened to see Mingtai still in the living room.

He beckoned to Mingtai and said, "Come here quickly and take the medicine for your eldest sister to regulate her body upstairs."

"I'm not going!" Mingtai immediately shook his head, his head bobbing like a rattle-drum. "My sister's in a bad mood right now. Wouldn't I just be asking for trouble if I went up there?"

"Listen to me. Your older sister loves you the most. Even if she's angry, she won't take it out on you."

Minglou chimed in, "Go quickly, make sure you see your eldest sister drink the medicine with your own eyes, I'll reward you when you get back."

Mingtai's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up the magazine, pointed to a brand-new limited edition watch, and said with a sly smile, "I want this! Big brother, buy it for me."

Minglou glanced at the magazine and nodded without hesitation: "As long as my sister drinks her medicine, I'll buy it for you. That cup of tea is for Mr. Chen, so don't forget to make sure he drinks it. My sister has to drink her medicine; her health is the most important thing. Otherwise, I won't buy it for you."

"Deal!" Mingtai happily took the medicine bowl and teacup, carefully carried them, and went upstairs with light steps.

Watching Mingtai's figure disappear at the top of the stairs, Minglou said to Mingcheng in a deep voice, "Quickly, send all the servants out of the house. Tell them they're getting half a day off and to leave as soon as possible. They're not allowed to come back tonight. We should also leave quickly and not go home tonight."

"What about Mingtai?" Mingcheng frowned. "He's still upstairs. If my eldest sister finds out anything, he might..."

"Let him fend for himself, and let him understand that he shouldn't be greedy for small gains."

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Chen Qing gently knocked on Mingjing's door, and a slightly tired voice came from inside saying, "Come in."

Pushing open the door, Mingjing wasn't particularly angry; what unsettled her was that Minglou had a life on his hands.

Chen Qing smiled gently: "Sister Ming, the matter is over. Ming Lou will definitely handle it properly and leave no room for error. You don't need to worry too much."

Mingjing sighed softly, feeling somewhat guilty, and said, "Alas, who would have thought something like this would happen? I just went out to buy some things, and it has caused such a big trouble."

Seeing the worry in her eyes, Chen Qing suggested, "You must not have been resting well these past few days. How about I give you a massage to relax? It will loosen your muscles and improve your mood."

Upon hearing this, Mingjing immediately recalled the comfortable feeling she experienced during Chen Qing's massage. The feeling of complete relaxation was irresistible to her, so she nodded and said, "Alright then."

As she spoke, she took off her silk coat, revealing an elegant slip underneath, and obediently lay down on the soft bed, her long hair loosely scattered on the pillow.

Chen Qing walked to the bedside, his warm palms covering her shoulders and neck, kneading her tense muscles with just the right amount of force.

His technique was skillful, his fingertips seemed to have magic, each press precisely hitting the sore spots, gradually dispelling the accumulated fatigue.

Mingjing's initially tense body gradually relaxed, and a soft sigh of comfort escaped her throat. She was completely immersed in this pleasant feeling, and most of her previous anxiety faded away.

Just then, the door was gently pushed open, and Mingtai walked in carrying a bowl of medicine and a teacup.

Upon seeing the older woman lying on the bed and Chen Qing bending over to massage her beside the bed, he froze on the spot, his cheeks flushing red. He thought to himself, "What bad luck!" No wonder Brother Cheng refused to come up; he had stumbled upon this embarrassing scene.

Chen Qing also noticed the commotion, abruptly withdrew his hand, and stood up somewhat awkwardly, a barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.

Mingtai steeled himself and stepped forward, handing the bowl of medicine to the bedside table. He whispered, "Big sister, this is some medicine I brewed for you to help you recover."

"Put it down." Mingjing's voice carried a hint of languor as she recovered from her comfort, and she didn't look up at him.

Chen Qing glanced at the bowl of still steaming medicine and gently advised, "Sister Ming, good medicine tastes bitter. It's more effective if you drink it while it's warm; it won't be as effective if it cools down."

Upon hearing this, Mingjing had no choice but to sit up, pick up the medicine bowl, tilt her head back, and drink it all in one gulp. The bitter medicine slid down her throat, and she subconsciously frowned, but did not notice anything unusual.

Seeing this, Mingtai quickly handed the teacup in his hand to Chen Qing: "Mr. Chen, this is some tea I brewed for you to help you relax."

"I'm actually a little thirsty!"

Chen Qing took the teacup and drank it all without hesitation.

Seeing that the two of them had drunk something, Mingtai, still thinking about the watch, happily picked up the empty medicine bowl and teacup and left the room with light steps, feeling that staying any longer would be torture.

After going downstairs, the living room was empty. Minglou and Mingcheng were nowhere to be seen, and even the servants were gone.

Mingtai's smile vanished instantly, and he muttered dejectedly, "My brother broke his promise. He promised to buy me a watch, but he's disappeared."

He pursed his lips, no longer in the mood to think about it, and went back to his room sullenly.

Inside the room, Chen Qing returned to the bedside and continued massaging Mingjing.

The effects of the medicine gradually spread throughout their bodies. Mingjing felt a surge of heat rising from her dantian and spreading along her limbs and bones. The previous comfort turned into an indescribable heat, making her feel weak all over, her mind wander, and her eyes become hazy.

Suddenly, Mingjing sat up abruptly, her face flushed and her eyes glazed. Before he could react, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, panting heavily, "Chen Qing, I... I can't take it anymore, give it to me."

"Mingjing, no!" Chen Qing exclaimed in alarm, hurriedly trying to push her away, his voice filled with panic. "Men and women shouldn't touch each other! This is absolutely unacceptable!"

But Mingjing was already intoxicated by the drug and acted like a wild beast out of control. She pushed Chen Qing onto the bed and began tearing at his shirt with her hands. Their clothes soon fell to the ground.

"Mingjing, no!" Chen Qing struggled to get up, letting out a pleading wail, but the next second, his lips were sealed by Mingjing's burning lips...

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