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

As night fell, the neon signs of the Paramount Ballroom shone brightly in the Shanghai night sky.

A black Mercedes-Benz 770K was parked steadily at the entrance, its gleaming body reflecting the neon lights, exuding an air of grandeur.

The valet hurried over, and seeing the car stop, he immediately ran over with a fawning smile on his face, carefully opening the car door.

Chen Qing wore a well-tailored white suit that accentuated his tall and straight figure. A fine Rolex was visible on the cuffs, and his hair was neatly combed, exuding an aura of both elegance and competence.

Wang Jiazhi, dressed in a light pink dress and high-heeled leather shoes, got out of the passenger seat.

He casually pulled out a silver dollar and tossed it to the valet. The valet's eyes lit up, and he bowed even more deeply in thanks, repeatedly saying, "Please take care, sir! Please come in!"

Chen Qing didn't say anything more, handed him the car keys, and took Wang Jiazhi's hand as they walked straight into the Paramount.

The hall was brightly lit, with crystal chandeliers reflecting dazzling light. Men and women danced together on the dance floor, their skirts fluttering, and the air was filled with the mixed scents of perfume, alcohol, and cigars.

He went straight to the ticket counter, bought two dance tickets, ignored the stares from those around him, and said to Wang Jiazhi, "Wait on the first floor for a while. I'm meeting a friend on the third floor. We'll dance later."

Wang Jiazhi nodded slightly, went to the bar, ordered a cocktail, and sat down in a booth to wait for him.

The third-floor VIP room number three was one of the most luxurious rooms in the Paramount. As Chen Qing pushed open the door, an atmosphere of extravagance rushed out.

The private room was covered with thick Persian carpets, and Western oil paintings hung on the walls. A floor lamp in the corner cast a warm yellow glow. The leather sofa was large and soft, and the coffee table was filled with foreign wines, fruit platters, and dice.

Guo Qiyun was embracing a dancer in a red cheongsam and shaking dice. Several other people were also embracing dancers, drinking, playing drinking games, or whispering and joking, having a great time. The air was filled with unrestrained noise.

"Chen Qing! You've finally arrived!" Guo Qiyun caught sight of Chen Qing, immediately pushed away the dancer in his arms, quickly stood up, patted Chen Qing on the shoulder, and turned to the people in the private room, calling out, "Let me introduce you all, this is my good buddy, Chen Qing, Zhou Fuhai's private doctor. Chen Qing deserves all the credit for the successful transport of supplies!"

Guo Qiyun handed over a glass of red wine and pointed to a young man beside him, saying, "Let me introduce you. This is Boss Dai's godson, Shen Zui. He is currently the director of the General Affairs Department at headquarters, and he is in charge of all material transfers."

The noise in the private room instantly quieted down, and several pairs of eyes turned to Chen Qing with curiosity and scrutiny.

Shen Zui was the first to put down his wine glass. He was wearing a dark Zhongshan suit, with a handsome face and a perfectly timed smile on his lips, but his eyes held a hint of worldliness and sophistication.

He has always been adept at navigating social situations, and his interactions with others always carry a deliberate air of friendliness, yet he never loses the scrutiny of someone in a superior position.

"Hello, Director Shen," Chen Qing greeted politely.

Shen Zuichong smiled and nodded at him, as if to say hello.

"This is a fellow townsman of Director Zheng Jiemin of the Second Bureau of National Defense. Director Lu Qiaoshan is the head of the General Affairs Department of the Second Bureau. Waterway transportation is the responsibility of Director Lu and me."

Lu Qiaoshan sat to the side, a cigarette between his fingers, his eyes shrewd, a gentle smile on his face, and a hint of understated calculation behind his glasses. He was always good at assessing situations and always appeared amiable on the surface.

Lu Qiaoshan and Chen Qing naturally knew each other, and were very familiar with each other.

Chen Qing quickly and politely raised his glass.

Guo Qiyun pointed to a man on the right who was embracing a dancer: "This is Ma Kui, the adjutant of Director Mao Renfeng. Adjutant Ma is in charge of land transportation."

This Chen Qing is even more familiar, a clumsy Ma Kui, huh?

"Hello, Lieutenant Ma," Chen Qing quickly greeted.

These three individuals all had powerful backgrounds and represented the interests of the three top figures in the Military Intelligence Bureau: Dai Chunfeng, Zheng Jiemin, and Mao Renfeng.

Now that Chongqing and Zhou Fuhai have reached a cooperation agreement, and the Japanese have tacitly accepted the identities of these individuals, they are safe in Shanghai. Of course, their public identities remain those of businessmen.

Chen Qing's identity was naturally a secret, but it was already an open secret among the high-ranking members of the Military Intelligence Bureau, and these people naturally knew about him.

Guo Qiyun didn't mince words and directly called Chen Qing over for a drink.

Ma Kui still had a cigar in his mouth, his left arm tightly around the dancer in his arms, and his right hand toying with a die. His eyes were unruly, exuding an arrogant aura that kept strangers at bay.

He was Director Mao Renfeng's adjutant, and always relied on his powerful backing. He was arrogant and domineering, and looked down on those who were "without roots or connections". At this moment, he glanced at Chen Qing with undisguised disdain in his eyes.

Shen Zui stood up first, extended his hand, and said in a gentle tone, "I have long admired Mr. Chen. Qi Yun often mentions you, saying that you are a capable person."

Lu Qiaoshan nodded in greeting, his smile warm: "Mr. Chen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Both men were quite polite, clearly giving Guo Qiyun a lot of face.

But Ma Kui didn't move. He just took a puff of his cigar, exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, and his eyes grew increasingly contemptuous amidst the swirling smoke.

"Hmph," he scoffed, tightening his grip on the dancer, "she's just a gynecologist who got some credit by luck?"

He looked Chen Qing up and down. "Which training program did you graduate from? Huangpu or Qingpu?"

Chen Qing's smile froze on her face, but she still maintained her composure and calmly replied, "I'm sorry, I haven't attended any training courses."

"No formal training background? Then who were you under in Chongqing?"

"It's neither of you. I don't know anyone in Chongqing," Chen Qing said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Ma Kui laughed as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. He slapped his thigh, grabbed the dancer, and burst into laughter. "To get by in this world, you need power and connections. You have neither. You're just a nobody!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smiles on Shen Zui and Lu Qiaoshan's faces stiffened, but they did not say anything to stop him. They just looked at Chen Qing with a hint of watching a show.

Guo Qiyun panicked and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Brother Ma Kui, you're joking. Chen Qing is really capable..."

But the laughter from inside the private room was already deafening, the laughter full of mockery, piercing Chen Qing's heart like needles.

He was being publicly humiliated, his cheeks burning, and he could no longer maintain his composure.

He gave Ma Kui a deep look, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, then turned around and said in a deep voice, "Since you all are having a great time, I won't disturb you any longer."

There's no need to force yourself into circles you can't fit into.

After saying that, without waiting for Guo Qiyun to stop him, Chen Qing strode out of the private room.

Back on the first floor, Chen Qing plopped down, the anger in his chest like smoldering embers, making his whole body tense.

He raised his hand and ordered a glass of whiskey. The bartender quickly brought him a glass of amber-colored whiskey. Before Wang Jiazhi could even speak, he picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. The spicy liquor slid down his throat, burning his esophagus, but he couldn't suppress the humiliation surging in his heart.

"What's wrong? Did the rendezvous not go smoothly?" Wang Jiazhi sat opposite him, gently holding his hand, her eyes full of worry.

"No!" Chen Qing's voice was hoarse from drinking, as if he were sulking. He gestured to the bartender and ordered another drink, "Give me another one!"

The bartender quickly refilled the glass, and Chen Qing still downed it in one gulp. After three glasses of whiskey in a row, the alcohol quickly took effect, his cheeks flushed, his eyes became cloudy, and his once upright figure swayed slightly, clearly indicating that he was already somewhat drunk.

Seeing this, Wang Jiazhi quickly reached out and pressed his hand down: "Don't drink anymore, drinking too much will hurt your health. Let's go dancing."

Chen Qing stood up with the help of her, his steps a little unsteady, but he still subconsciously put his arm around Wang Jiazhi's waist.

The two stepped onto the dance floor, where the jazz music slowed down and became more tender and romantic.

Chen Qing held her very tightly, almost pressing her entire body against his chest.

Wang Jiazhi did not struggle, but gently rested her head on his shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck, carrying a faint fragrance, trying to soothe his restless emotions with this gentleness.

The figures on the dance floor mingled, and the neon lights shone on the two of them. They danced one song after another, and Chen Qing never spoke, only mechanically moving her feet to the rhythm.

He didn't stop until the band switched to a faster-paced song, and mumbled, "Let's go back."

Wang Jiazhi had already noticed that something was wrong with him, so she quickly nodded and helped him out of the Paramount.

As the night wind blew, Chen Qing's head became increasingly dizzy, and his steps became even more unsteady.

Wang Jiazhi helped him into the car, then sat in the driver's seat and started the car, heading towards the clinic.

It was late at night when they returned to the clinic. Wang Jiazhi struggled to help Chen Qing out of the car; almost all his weight was on her, and he was muttering something indistinctly.

She helped him upstairs to the second floor, and in the dim light of the room, she carefully helped him take off his shoes and unbutton his suit jacket.

Just as she bent down to unbutton his shirt, Chen Qing suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Before Wang Jiazhi could react, Chen Qing had already flipped her over and pinned her down. The smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of cigars wafted over her, and his eyes were bloodshot, filled with a kind of out-of-control madness.

"Team leader, stop this, you're drunk."

Wang Jiazhi struggled to get up, her voice tinged with panic.

"I'm not drunk!" Chen Qing roared, pressing his hand firmly against her shoulder. "I've done such a great service, and I don't even get a single benefit in return. Why should I be humiliated by those people? Why?!"

His pent-up grievances finally erupted under the influence of alcohol.

"Team leader, let's talk this out. Let me go first." Wang Jiazhi continued to resist, pushing against his chest with both hands, but she was no match for his drunken brute strength.

"You're mine!" Chen Qing's eyes turned obsessive, his tone domineering. "You were a reward Wang Tianfeng gave me, and I want to be Mr. Yi!"

After saying that, he pushed her down and pulled out his belt...

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