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

As dawn broke through the gaps in the curtains, a few soft rays of light fell onto the messy bed.

Chen Qing suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp pain shooting through his head, the discomfort of a hangover washing over him.

Last night's events flashed through my mind like shattered glass: the humiliation at the Paramount, the spiciness of the whiskey, and the final outburst of madness.

He shifted instinctively, only to feel a warm body in his arms.

Looking down, he saw Wang Jiazhi curled up in his arms, her long eyelashes still wet with tears, her eyes red, her face pale, and her lips slightly pursed, as if she was still immersed in the grievances of the previous night.

Guilt and heartache overwhelmed him like a tidal wave. He cursed himself for being a bastard. He was the one who had been wronged, yet he vented his anger on the most innocent person. He was worse than an animal.

Chen Qing reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Just then, Wang Jiazhi's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those once clear eyes still held a hint of sleepiness, and the grievances from last night surged up in her heart, causing tears to fall again without warning.

"I'm sorry... Jiazhi, I'm so sorry." Chen Qing quickly pulled her into his arms.

"I drank too much yesterday and lost my mind. I shouldn't have treated you like that... I hurt you. I'm not human, I'm an animal! You can punish me however you want, hit me, scold me, shoot me, I'll accept it all, just please stop crying. Seeing you like this hurts me more than if it were being cut by a knife."

Wang Jiazhi leaned against his chest, and her crying gradually subsided.

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She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, her voice choked with emotion: "Team leader, I don't blame you... Actually, before I came here, Wang Tianfeng said that my mission was... to have your child."

Chen Qing was taken aback and looked at her with a puzzled expression.

A blush crept onto Wang Jiazhi's cheeks, her eyes darting away, her voice trailing off, "But how could I possibly say something like that...?"

"Why didn't you say so sooner? We've lost out big time!" Chen Qing was somewhat annoyed.

Chen Qing raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, his eyes filled with unwavering determination: "Jiazhi, I'm sorry for making you suffer. From now on, I will take responsibility for you, cherish you, protect you, and never let you suffer any harm again."

Wang Jiazhi stopped crying and smiled, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, and nestled back into his arms.

...............

Chen Qing simply decided not to open for business today. He spent the whole day with Wang Jiazhi until noon before getting up. Xing'er had hired a maid to take care of her, so he didn't have to worry about her.

After washing up, the phone rang on the first floor. Chen Qing quickly answered the call; it was Guo Qiyun calling.

Guo Qiyun felt quite embarrassed and apologized to Chen Qing, saying that Ma Kui was not a bad person, just had a bad personality, and told Chen Qing not to take it too seriously.

Chen Qing could only comfort him by saying that he wouldn't care about such a small matter, and that Guo Qiyun meant well, but that clumsy Ma Kui looked down on him.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Qing habitually prepared to do his daily tasks to earn points.

Chen Qing skillfully opened the daily task panel.

Every day, I complete check-ins, daily tasks, and odd jobs to accumulate points, hoping to exchange them for a life-saving virus that will come in handy at a critical moment. But when the interface finished loading, instead of displaying five-digit points, a glaring "0" appeared.

"What the hell?" Chen Qing's pupils shrank, and he looked again, but his points were still empty.

All those points he'd accumulated through countless sleepless nights and squeezed in countless spare moments—just vanished into thin air? His anger flared instantly, and he shouted, "Xiao Ai! Come out here!"

A cartoon girl with pigtails came to mind, but now she was hanging her head slightly, like a child who had done something wrong: "Daddy, I'm here."

"Where are my points? All the points I accumulated have been wiped out!"

"I used it for you last night," Xiao Ai replied softly.

"Used it? What did you use it for? Did you ask for my permission?" He got angrier the more he thought about it. Those points were used up without his consent. Anyone would be upset in that situation.

"Daddy, don't be angry. Last night I saw that Ma Kui, who dared to bully you like that, so I just wanted to teach him a lesson for you." Xiao Ai rubbed her little feet together in the virtual air.

Chen Qing was taken aback. He had indeed been holding back his anger last night, and he hadn't expected Xiao Ai to have noticed. He suppressed his anger and pressed, "How did you discipline him?"

"I secretly transferred a disease from one of the Paramount's customers to Ma Kui."

"What illness?" Chen Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously asked.

Xiao Ai blinked her eyes and said confidently, "Erectile dysfunction! I read in the information that this disease is very serious for boys, so it's a good punishment for him bullying Dad!"

"Wow..." Chen Qing froze on the spot for a moment, then couldn't help but burst out laughing, "You're ruthless!"

Chen Qing stared at Xiao Ai's bright, sparkling eyes, and finally shook his head. The anger he felt earlier because of the points being reset to zero had long since dissipated.

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He suddenly remembered something; it seemed that Xiao Ai didn't need to spend points to do this.

So where did his points go? It must have been Xiao Ai (Xiaomi's AI assistant) pocketing them, using the points he painstakingly accumulated to buy skins. Has this little guy gone astray?

Oh well, I've calmed down. The points are gone, they're gone. I can always earn them back slowly.

Compared to those few points, the loss that Ma Kui suffered is much more comforting.

"You'll need my permission to use points again next time."

"Okay, Dad!" Xiao Ai replied guiltily and quickly slipped away.

The phone rang again. Chen Qing answered it. It was Mingcheng calling, asking him to meet at Goya Cafe at 3 p.m., saying he needed to talk to him.

Around 2 PM, Chen Qing told Wang Jiazhi what to do and drove to Goya Cafe.

Once inside the private room, Mingcheng was already waiting.

Chen Qing ordered a coffee, and when it arrived, she got straight to the point: "Secretary A-Cheng, what's up?"

Ah Cheng looked up and smiled, "Brother-in-law, we're family now, no need to be so formal, just call me Ah Cheng."

"Okay, Acheng." Chen Qing got straight to the point, "Why did you rush to ask me to come here?"

"I have an urgent mission for you. Do you remember Takagi Ichiro from last time? He was arrested for stealing the 'Wang-Japan Secret Agreement.' Now the higher-ups want to expose this secret agreement to the public and thwart their conspiracy. After much thought, we've decided to send you to infiltrate the Japanese consulate and steal the secret agreement."

Chen Qing, as if he'd heard the funniest joke, said angrily, "Are you guys ever going to stop? I'm completely defenseless, I can't even fire a gun, and you expect me to steal the secret agreement from the Japanese consulate? That place is like a den of dragons and tigers, the mortality rate is almost 100%. Are you really hoping your sister becomes a widow?"

Mingcheng quickly said, "Brother-in-law, don't be angry. My older brother expected you to say that and has already thought of a solution for you."

"What method?"

"I'm not asking you to steal anything, I'm asking you to steal a person." Mingcheng took a brown paper envelope from his briefcase and pushed it in front of Chen Qing. "The Consul General of the Japanese Consulate, Eiichi Iwai, has a secretary named Momoko Natsume who can open the combination lock in Iwai's office. All you need to do is 'get her' and have her help us steal the secret agreement."

Chen Qing opened the envelope; inside was a photograph and several pages of printed documents. The woman in the photograph had shoulder-length short hair, delicate features, and wore an elegant kimono, exuding a gentle and refined air.

He glanced at it twice, then looked up at Mingcheng, his tone full of sarcasm: "Who came up with this terrible idea? To send me to seduce Japanese women?"

"He's my older brother." Mingcheng quickly sold Minglou.

"Your older brother really came up with a terrible idea? Isn't he afraid that if your older sister finds out, she'll skin me alive?"

"Don't worry, brother-in-law. My older sister is currently in the US on maternity leave and will be giving birth in a few months. She won't be back for a while. As long as we don't say anything, who will know?"

Chen Qing picked up the photo again, stared at Natsume Momoko in it, and remained silent for a few seconds: "Fine, you guys win. I'm only responsible for seduction; stealing the secret agreement is her job."

"Of course." Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "I've been investigating for several days. This Miss Peach lives alone in Shanghai and doesn't have many relatives or friends. She lives in a single apartment not far from the Naval Club in the Japanese Concession. She gets off work quite early every day and likes to go to the Naval Club in the evening to have a couple of drinks to drown her sorrows. I'll take you there tonight and create an opportunity for a chance encounter."

Chen Qing nodded, recalling the TV series. This task was clearly done by Mingtai in the original plot!

But Mingtai was urgently called to America by Mingjing to take care of her, and was confined to the villa. Right now, there is indeed no one more suitable to take over than him.

He looked down at the documents, his eyes suddenly lighting up when they fell on the line "Natsume Momoko, from Osaka".

Coincidentally, Wang Jiazhi's mother is also from Osaka. He had been learning Osaka dialect from Wang Jiazhi for a few months, and now it has come in handy.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, it's better to pretend to be from Osaka. Why not use the identity of Wang Jiazhi's mother's brother, pretending to be an Osaka native making a living in Shanghai, and get close to her? But I must go back and confirm with Wang Jiazhi, without giving anything away.”

In his previous life, he was a rich second-generation heir who frequently visited Japan and was quite familiar with Osaka. He already had a basic understanding of Japanese, so disguising himself as a native of Osaka shouldn't be a problem.