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

Chen Qing offered his idea, and Mingcheng said, "That's easy. Find out about Wang Jiazhi's mother's family background and have someone make the documents for you right away."

The Military Intelligence Bureau had a special team that forged documents. Chen Qing went back and asked Wang Jiazhi, and only one day later, Mingcheng brought over the forged documents.

Kato Ei, son of the president of Osaka Kato Textile Trading Co., Ltd., is a second-generation rich kid. His father did business in Shanghai in his early years, so he lived in Shanghai as a child, which suits his temperament. Currently, his father has returned to Osaka, leaving him to run the branch in Shanghai alone. He has no immediate family members in China and has a clean background.

They forged resident certificates, health certificates, and passports.

Chen Qing transformed into Kato Ei, a native of Osaka.

After receiving the documents, Chen Qing asked Mingcheng with a strange expression, "Who came up with this name?"

"Is there a problem?" Mingcheng asked blankly. "This Kato Ei is real, but he's not in Shanghai right now. He's been drafted into the Osaka Army and is fighting on the front lines in Hunan."

"It's alright then, it's probably just a coincidence." Chen Qing helplessly put the documents away.

Mingcheng took him to the Navy Club twice, but Chen Qing wasn't in a hurry to see Miss Peach. Fishing always requires patience.

Mingcheng got him a membership card for the Navy Club, and he started coming there on his own after that.

On the weekend, the two drove to the Navy Club.

He sat in a booth, slowly sipping his bland Osaka-produced Suntory whisky, waiting for his prey to arrive.

Miss Peach finally arrived. She went to the bar, ordered a whiskey, and sat alone in a corner booth, drinking her drink with a lonely air.

The amber-colored whiskey in the wine glass in front of me was already mostly gone.

He winked at Mingcheng, who then got up and left.

Not long after, a man reeking of alcohol staggered toward Miss Peach; it was the man Mingcheng had arranged.

The drunkard slammed his hand on the table in front of Momoko, mumbling incoherent Japanese while his hand reached out to grab Momoko's wrist.

Peach suddenly looked up, a flash of panic and disgust in her eyes, and abruptly pushed the drunkard's hand away: "Please have some self-respect!"

The drunkard stumbled from the push and became enraged, reaching out to grab her arm.

Just then, Chen Qing got up and walked over, already blocking Tao Zi's way, his left hand firmly gripping the drunkard's wrist.

He spoke in a stiff Osaka accent, his tone steady: "Sir, it is not proper for a soldier to be rude to a lady in public."

The drunkard looked up and glared at Chen Qing, still wanting to lash out because of the alcohol, but when he met Chen Qing's sharp eyes and caught a glimpse of his well-dressed clothes and the Kato family crest faintly visible at his waist, his arrogance immediately diminished.

The Kato family is a powerful and influential family in Japan; he can't afford to offend them.

Mingcheng walked in from the doorway at the opportune moment, gave a wink to the waiter beside him, and the waiter quickly stepped forward and half-pulled, half-persuaded the drunkard to leave.

"Thank you." Peach stood up and bowed slightly in thanks.

Chen Qing turned around, the sharpness on his face fading in exchange for a gentle smile, and casually handed over his business card: "Kato Ei, from Osaka, my family runs a textile trade. Beautiful lady, I hope I didn't frighten you earlier?"

Peach took the business card, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Kato. My name is Momoko Natsume, and I'm also from Osaka. You are from Osaka, but your Osaka dialect isn't very standard."

Chen Qing quickly explained, "My father came to Shanghai to do business in his early years. I grew up in Shanghai and only go back to my hometown with my father at the end of the year to pay respects to our ancestors. My father is always on the go and is not at home most of the time, so my Osaka dialect is not very standard. Please forgive me."

Miss Momo smiled gently: "I see. I work as a secretary at the consulate. Your Osaka dialect... is indeed a bit stiff, but I can tell it's your native language."

Chen Qing feigned a sigh: "Yes, I really miss the okonomiyaki from my hometown. I only came to the Navy Club because the okonomiyaki here is quite authentic."

"Miss Peach, it's rare to meet someone from my hometown in Shanghai. How about I treat you to okonomiyaki and you teach me authentic Osaka dialect? I really want to learn Osaka dialect."

He then called over a waiter and ordered two servings of okonomiyaki and two glasses of Suntory whiskey.

Taozi hesitated for a moment, looking at Chen Qing's handsome face and the gentle smile in his eyes. She remembered how he had stood up for her earlier, and it was rare to meet a fellow villager. She felt a surge of goodwill towards him.

She gave a soft "hmm" and took the initiative to chat with Chen Qing about the local customs and traditions of her hometown.

"Miss Peach, why are you drinking alone here all by yourself?" Chen Qing asked softly.

Momoko's eyes dimmed, and after a moment of silence, as if she had finally found someone to confide in, she slowly began to speak: "My father was just a street vendor selling snacks in Osaka, with no background whatsoever. My brother... died in battle in 1937. Later, I went to work at the consulate, but most of my colleagues there were from Tokyo. They didn't have a good impression of Osaka people, always thinking that Osaka people were rude and uncultured country bumpkins, and they always isolated me. I don't have many friends here."

So it turns out that regional discrimination exists in Japan too. Chen Qing feigned indignation and said, "Osaka people are the most generous and straightforward, that's our strength, not a weakness. Those arrogant Tokyoites don't deserve to be your friends."

After the two finished their okonomiyaki, Chen Qing stood up and said, "Miss Peach, may I invite you to dance?"

She gave a soft "hmm," placed her wine glass on the table, and extended her hand.

The two swayed slowly to the music. Peach smelled the faint scent of cedar on him, mixed with the mellow aroma of whiskey, which made her feel inexplicably at ease.

When the dance ended, Chen Qing gentlemanly escorted her back to her booth.

Seeing that Taozi had opened up, Chen Qing decided to stop while he was ahead and didn't press further. Instead, he suggested, "It's getting late, and it's not safe for a girl like you to go home alone. Where do you live? Let me take you home."

Peach didn't refuse and nodded. The two packed their things and left the Navy Club together.

Upon seeing Chen Qing's luxurious Mercedes-Benz, Miss Peach no longer doubted his identity, but instead fantasized about whether something could happen between her and this wealthy and handsome fellow Osaka native.

Chen Qing's carefully crafted persona of a wealthy second-generation heir was invincible, not only in this era but also in his previous life, easily winning over many young girls fresh out of school.

By the way, it also has a special name in later generations: "pig butchering scam".

For a young, lonely, single woman far from home, no one doesn't dream of a handsome, wealthy, gentle, and considerate prince charming falling from the sky.

Those girls who stayed behind actually shared similar thoughts with Miss Peach.

The two got into the car and drove all the way to Ms. Peach's apartment building.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, Chen Qing asked softly, "Miss Peach, can I treat you to another drink at the Navy Club tomorrow night?"

Peach's eyes lit up, a faint smile appeared on her lips, and she nodded vigorously: "I will definitely go tomorrow."

"Then I'll be waiting for you tomorrow night on time," Chen Qing said gently, looking at her.

After getting out of the car, Peach turned back and waved to him before turning and walking into the apartment building.

In the days that followed, Chen Qing and Taozi indeed met frequently.

Sometimes they would meet at a café near the consulate, where Chen Qing would use the excuse of learning Osaka dialect to listen to her talk about her past in Osaka; other times they would stroll along the riverbank, where Chen Qing would tell her interesting stories about his "business" experiences.

Their feelings for each other deepened rapidly with each interaction. Finally, after a date, Chen Qing, as usual, drove Ms. Tao home. When they arrived at her apartment building, Ms. Tao asked, "There's a victory celebration party at the consulate tomorrow night. Could you be my dance partner?"

"I'd be delighted!" Chen Qing said, magically producing a pearl necklace. "I saw this necklace in the store when I came here, and I thought it would suit you perfectly, so I bought it."

He spoke softly, picked up the necklace, and carefully put it on Peach.

Her heart raced as she met Chen Qing's affectionate gaze.

Looking at her flushed cheeks and moist eyes, Chen Qing slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips.

Peach's body stiffened slightly, then she closed her eyes and gently responded to him.

"Come inside and rest for a while. I'm off work tomorrow morning!" Miss Peach whispered in his ear, her eyes glazed over. She had completely fallen in love.

How could Chen Qing refuse such a blatant invitation? The two embraced and entered Miss Peach's apartment.

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The next morning, Chen Qing lay on Miss Peach's bed, holding Miss Peach, who was still reluctant to leave, in his arms.

He asked casually, "I heard from my fellow countrymen in the Chamber of Commerce that your consulate is heavily guarded, and there was an incident a few days ago where someone was arrested. If I go to the consulate for a ball, they won't arrest me as a spy, will they?"

Miss Peach lay in his arms and whispered, "Why would they arrest people randomly? That's a spy who defected to the Chinese Communist Party and wanted to steal a confidential document. As long as you don't wander off or go to places you shouldn't at the party, no one will do anything to you."

Chen Qing feigned righteous indignation and said, "It's outrageous that a Japanese person would actually betray China and side with the Chinese."

"You can't say that. His name is Takagi Ichiro, and he belongs to the Japanese Red Party. When you get to the consulate tonight, don't wander around. There are heavy guards upstairs. If you wander around, you'll be arrested as a spy, and I'll be implicated too."

"I know, what document is so important?" Chen Qing muttered.

"We signed a secret agreement with the Nanjing government, but that agreement has now been sent back to Japan. The one in the embassy is fake; it was used to lure Takagi's accomplices."

Chen Qing gently stroked Miss Peach's fair and jade-like body, feeling somewhat disappointed. There was no point in having Miss Peach steal the secret agreement anymore.

However, Miss Momoko looked up at him warily, then wrapped her fair arms around his neck and whispered, "But, Kato, I can tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"Can you swear you won't leave me?" Miss Peach hugged him tightly, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she wanted to hold onto this hard-won tenderness.

"I swear, I will love you well and I will never leave you," Chen Qing said without hesitation.

"Then show me your strength and make me submit." Peach hugged him tightly and closed her eyes.

Helpless, Chen Qing rolled over and pinned her down again.

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