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

The matter of HSBC Bank was never resolved, so all they could do was draw up a portrait of the Communist Party member and issue a city-wide warrant for his arrest.

However, the person had already gone into hiding, and after several days of searching, they still couldn't find the car.

Chen Qing returned the car to Ming Jing: "The person has been rescued, and there are no potential risks."

Chen Qing briefly recounted the events, omitting his own act of hitting someone, only vaguely stating that the Red Party member himself killed someone from No. 76.

Mingjing breathed a sigh of relief, shoved the car keys back into Chen Qing's hand, and stared intently at Chen Qing.

"I'll give you the car; it'll make things more convenient for you whether you're running errands or traveling."

Chen Qing quickly declined, saying, "This is too much, it's too valuable."

"What, you don't like it?" Mingjing raised an eyebrow, stood up and grabbed his wrist. "Still don't think this car suits you? Come on, let's go to the garage. There are more than a dozen cars there. Pick one you like."

Chen Qing wanted to decline, but Mingjing's attitude was firm. He thought to himself that a car was really nothing to Mingjing.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally nodded: "Well... okay, thank you."

The garage is on the basement level of the villa. Pushing open the heavy metal door, you see dim, ambiguous lighting.

A dozen luxury cars were neatly lined up, their gleaming paint shining with an air of nobility under the lights. From Bentley to Rolls-Royce, each one was a rare gem on the market.

Mingjing walked straight to a black sedan, her fingertips tracing the smooth lines of the car body, a hint of pride in her eyes: "This black Mercedes 770k will do, the same model as the German head of state, dignified and sophisticated, perfect for you."

Chen Qing looked at the imposing sedan before him; its solid build and exquisite details exuded an air of distinction. He didn't say anything more, simply nodding, "Alright then."

"The back seat of this car is the most comfortable. Come on in and try it out." Mingjing said, grabbing his wrist without further ado and pulling him to the back seat, then opening the car door.

Chen Qing had just bent down and sat down, and before he could even feel the softness of the seat, Ming Jing followed him in and closed the car door behind him.

The next second, she stretched out her arms and hugged him tightly, her warm breath brushing against his neck.

"This place... isn't quite right." Chen Qing's body stiffened, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

The garage was so quiet you could hear each other breathing, making your heart race.

"My darling, how can I live without you? I'm staying right here." Mingjing's voice carried a hint of domineering female CEO authority, rendering Chen Qing immobile. Before Chen Qing could react, she pushed him down onto the soft chair...

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Chen Qing drove his Mercedes 770k home. It's hardest to resist the kindness of a beautiful woman!

Finally, Mingcheng returned from the meeting in Nanjing, bringing back very bad news.

Mingcheng rushed into Minglou's office.

"Big brother, something's happened." Mingcheng said impatiently as soon as he closed the door.

"What happened?"

"Chongqing has agreed to exchange intelligence with the Japanese! That old fox, Fujita Yoshimasa, directly presented several classified intelligence reports from Yan'an at the meeting, claiming they were provided by Chongqing. In exchange, they also leaked information about the New Fourth Army's movements to Chongqing. Even more critically, many Chongqing spies have already infiltrated Yan'an; this situation must be reported to Yan'an immediately!"

Minglou fell silent. This news caught him off guard. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "The situation is extremely unfavorable for us now. Pass down the order: everyone must immediately go into hiding. No one is allowed to move without my permission to avoid being exposed."

"There's even more crucial information. There's a spy in Chongqing's high command in Yan'an called 'Shadow.' This Shadow also passed on intelligence to Chongqing, and Chongqing leaked this fatal information to the Japanese: the Red Party has laid out a vast spy network in the South Manchuria Railway's Shanghai Investigation Office, the Gendarmerie Headquarters, the Japanese Consulate, the Special Higher Police, and the Mei Agency. This spy network is codenamed 'Spider Web.'"

This spy network has been gathering intelligence on resource allocation and troop movements within Japan, even managing to obtain classified documents from the South Manchuria Railway Company, which they continuously send to Yan'an. The head of this network is a Japanese man codenamed "Tarantula." The Special Higher Police and the Military Police Headquarters have now launched a full-scale investigation.

"The Japanese Red Party?" Minglou narrowed his eyes sharply. "To be in this position, one must be a top-level spy. Immediately send a telegram to Yan'an, emphasizing two points: First, high-ranking spies from Chongqing have infiltrated Yan'an's upper echelons, and we must dig them out at all costs; second, tell them to take countermeasures as soon as possible regarding 'Tarantula's' identity and the exposure of the spy network, otherwise not only Yan'an, but we too will be in grave danger."

"Understood." Mingcheng nodded.

"Wait a minute," Minglou called out to him. "Go to Squirrel at No. 76 and send the message through No. 76's equipment, using an encrypted channel to avoid being intercepted."

"Okay." Mingcheng turned and went to No. 76. When he returned from No. 76, it was already dark.

The radio transmitter from Unit 76 sent out short radio waves late at night, transmitting intelligence to Yan'an.

After finishing all that, Mingcheng drove the two of them home.

Mingcheng asked nervously, "Big brother, about what happened with Mingtai last time... if we just go back like this, won't Big Sister skin us alive?"

Minglou leaned back in the passenger seat, rubbing his temples with his eyes closed. Hearing this, he opened his eyes, a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips: "That was Mingtai's fault, what does it have to do with us?"

"But my older sister might not be unaware of this..."

"So what if we know? We'll just pretend we know nothing. She can't very well bring that up in public, can she? Remember, no matter how much your older sister asks, just deny it to the death. She can't really turn against us, can she?"

The sedan smoothly drove into the garage, passing by a brand-new Mercedes-Benz 770k.

Mingcheng subconsciously looked away, parked the car, and the two returned to the living room.

The two entered the living room one after the other. Mingjing was leaning against the velvet sofa, holding a snow-white Persian cat in her arms. She gently scratched the cat's chin with her fingertips, and the cat purred contentedly. Her face was flushed, and a faint smile played on her lips. Her eyes were full of unconcealed satisfaction.

"Big sister, I'm back. I went on a business trip to Nanjing for a few days," Minglou said.

"Big sister." Mingcheng followed behind, greeting her guiltily, his eyes darting around.

Mingjing raised her eyes upon hearing the sound, her gaze sweeping across the two faces. The smile that had been on her face just moments before instantly turned serious.

"You two little rascals, you finally know how to come home?" Mingjing said through gritted teeth. "And that little brat Mingtai, when he gets back, I'll skin him alive!"

Minglou feigned ignorance: "Big sister, what's wrong? Did Mingtai upset you again? Tell me in detail what he did that awful thing, and I'll definitely teach him a lesson for you later, and I won't let him off easily."

These words were like a punch landing on cotton; Mingjing was instantly choked. She opened her mouth, her cheeks slightly flushed. How could she possibly say something so embarrassing in public?

"Anyway...anyway, since he made a mistake, you two older brothers are responsible!" Mingjing finally managed to blurt out this harsh sentence after a long pause. "None of you are giving me any peace of mind!"

"Sister, that's not being reasonable! You need to explain what happened clearly, otherwise we won't even know where we went wrong, how can we reflect on our mistakes?"

Mingjing was speechless for a moment after being questioned, then became furious and said, "Both of you go kneel in the ancestral hall! Reflect on your dereliction of duty, and don't come out again until you've figured it out!"

Minglou and Mingcheng exchanged a glance, neither of them objecting, and quickly nodded: "Okay, we'll go right now."

The two of them knelt obediently on the prayer cushions in the ancestral hall.

Mingcheng lowered his voice and said, "Big sister seems really angry this time? Her expression just now was quite frightening."

Minglou glanced at him sideways, a mischievous smile playing on his lips: "Alright, alright? Big sister isn't really angry at all. She's just trying to save face and is looking for an excuse to make us back down. Just bear with it, and once she calms down, she'll naturally let us get up."

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