I slept with my sister's classmate, and she turned out to be my boss.

The restaurant is located on the first floor of the hotel.

Chen Dapeng's legs were still a little weak when he walked.

That woman went crazy last night, and he wasn't much better off.

The two of them seemed to want to crush each other and swallow each other whole.

Looking back now, besides those blurry images, only one impression remains in his mind—

The woman had a small mole on her collarbone.

I can't remember anything else.

At the restaurant entrance, Lin Chen was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone.

Seeing Chen Dapeng approach, he looked up, sized him up, and slowly a smile spread across his face.

"Oh, you're awake?"

Chen Dapeng didn't reply and walked straight inside.

Lin Chen followed, his gaze sweeping over the man's neck, then around again, before grabbing his arm and pulling him to the corner.

"Stop right there."

Lin Chen stared at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and gossip: "What did you say on the phone just now? A woman?"

Chen Dapeng feigned a puzzled expression: "What woman?"

You said, "Did you send women to my room?"

Lin Chen repeated it word by word, his voice very low, but each word was pronounced very clearly.

"The exact words, not a single word different."

You misheard me.

"My hearing is perfect," Lin Chen leaned closer. "And look at all that stuff around your neck. You're telling me you haven't had any women? Nobody believes that!"

Chen Dapeng instinctively raised his hand to cover his neck.

As soon as he made that move, he knew he'd been exposed.

Lin Chen laughed, a laugh like a cat that had stolen cream: "You've already confessed without being asked."

"..."

"Tell me about it." Lin Chen put her arm around his shoulder and lowered her voice, "Who was it? The one from the bar last night? Which school? What does she look like? Did you add her on WeChat?"

"no."

"Nothing?"

"Nobody." Chen Dapeng shook off his arm. "I really don't know, I blacked out."

Lin Chen stared at him for three seconds, then narrowed her eyes: "You weren't taken advantage of while you were drunk, were you?"

"roll."

"I'm being serious," Lin Chen's expression was unusually serious. "You were so drunk last night, if someone took advantage of you while you were drunk... you wouldn't even know who it was, what if something serious happened?"

Chen Dapeng was stunned for a moment.

He really hadn't thought about that.

He only remembered someone pressing down on him, only remembered their breathing and warmth.

But who is that person?

Why did I enter his room? He had no idea.

"I don't think so."

He said it without much confidence.

"What do you mean 'probably not'?" Lin Chen sighed. "Never mind, let's eat breakfast first, we'll talk about it afterward. Why are your legs shaking?"

"It's not shaking."

"It's shaking."

You've misjudged.

Chen Dapeng strode towards the buffet table, trying to make his legs look normal.

……

He Ying sat in the back seat of the taxi, wearing sunglasses, her mask pulled down to her chin, and her hair loose, covering half of her face.

She told the driver the address before getting in the car, and then didn't say anything more.

My mind is a mess.

She leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed, trying to recall the details of last night—after entering the room, she thought it was her own room, took off her coat, and collapsed onto the bed.

Then someone was in bed, and she thought she was dreaming, or maybe she thought...

She couldn't remember.

All I remember is that person's body temperature, and the moment he rolled over and pinned her beneath him...

"Driver, please stop at the pharmacy ahead."

He Ying suddenly spoke.

The driver responded and pulled over.

He Ying got out of the car and pushed open the door of the pharmacy.

The pharmacy was nearly empty. The clerk was tidying the shelves when she saw her come in and asked with a smile, "What do you need?"

He Ying opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.

She's thirty years old, a division-level cadre, and has seen it all.

But standing in this pharmacy, wanting to buy that thing, she still felt her face burning.

"Emergency...contraceptive pills."

She lowered her voice and said.

The clerk remained unfazed, turned around, took a box from the shelf, and handed it to her: "This one will do. It's effective within 72 hours, and the sooner you take it, the better the effect."

He Ying took it, then hesitated for a moment: "Take another box."

"Two boxes?"

"Um."

The clerk brought out another box and asked, "Do you need anything else? Would you like a pregnancy test?"

"No."

He Ying scanned the QR code to pay, stuffed the medicine box into her bag, and quickly walked out of the pharmacy.

She got back into the car, closed the door, and let out a long sigh.

"Walk."

The driver didn't ask any questions and stepped on the gas.

He Ying leaned back in her seat, reached into her bag, and touched the two medicine boxes; her fingertips felt slightly cold.

That guy came several times last night, but each time he didn't take any action.

She only realized it later—in the bathroom, hot water was washing over her body.

She saw the hickeys, and then a picture suddenly flashed through her mind:

The man was crazy, desperately demanding... but he wasn't wearing anything.

"What if I get pregnant?"

The moment that thought crossed her mind, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Moreover, she didn't even know who that man was.

I didn't see what he looked like clearly, but I vaguely remember that he had thick eyebrows and a mole under his left eye.

Thinking of this, her cheeks flushed...

This is the first time in 30 years that I've experienced something this crazy...

But I'm also a little irritated...

She rubbed her temples, and another thought popped into her head—what if that man had that kind of disease?

This idea is more terrifying than pregnancy.

"I don't think so..."

She was talking to herself, her voice so soft that only she could hear it.

But who can say for sure about these things?

She closed her eyes and went through it in her mind—when was the last time she had a physical examination?

It seems like six months ago, all the indicators were normal.

But she hasn't been in a relationship or had any intimate contact with anyone in the past six months.

"I'll go back and check," she told herself. "I'll find some time to go to the hospital for a checkup."

Regardless, take your medicine first.

It was almost 10 a.m. when I got home.

She changed her shoes at the door, threw her bag on the sofa, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, then took out the two boxes of medicine from her bag, opened one box, took out the pills, put them in her mouth, took a sip of water, and swallowed them.

The movements were swift and decisive, without hesitation.

She didn't open the other box of medicine. She placed it on the coffee table, stared at it for a few seconds, and then picked it up and threw it into the medicine box.

"That's enough," she told herself. "One box is enough."

She bought two boxes because she was feeling anxious.

She went into the bathroom and took another shower.

Hot water poured over her body as she looked down at the hickeys—on her neck, collarbone, chest, and inner thighs…

It seemed that the man had left his mark on every part of her body.

"That's really perverted."

She cursed, but her cheeks flushed again.

She couldn't help but recall that man pressing down on her, taking her again and again...

She shook her head, trying to shake those images away.

No effect...

She rinsed herself vigorously with hot water for a long time, and seemed to become much more awake.

Only then did he turn off the tap, dry himself off, and change into a clean set of clothes.

She walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, and picked up her phone.

There was an unread message on the screen from her father: "After you arrive in Qingshun County, go and pay a visit to Secretary Zhou first, but be humble."

He Ying stared at the message for a few seconds and replied:

"understood."

She scrolled through her contacts again and saw a name—Chen Yang.

This is her college classmate, the kind she's closest to.

After graduating, Chen Yang went to work for a state-owned enterprise and has now risen to a management position.

He Ying hesitated for a moment before opening Chen Yang's chat window.

The last message was sent the day before yesterday. Chen Yang said, "My younger brother, Chen Dapeng, passed the civil service exam in Qingshun County. Please help him out!"

He Ying replied, "Congratulations! No problem!"

She never imagined that one day she would "take care" of her classmate's younger brother in this way.

"Chen Dapeng".

She read the name aloud.

She wanted to send Chen Yang a message to tell him about her "tragic experience" last night...

But after thinking about it, I decided not to send it—I'd better not tell her for now.

After all, this kind of thing is too embarrassing.

He got drunk, went into the wrong room, and lost the innocence he had guarded for 30 years.

If Chen Yang heard this, he'd laugh himself to death!

She tossed her phone onto the sofa, leaned back against the cushions, stared at the ceiling, and her mind started racing again—

I'm going to Qingshun County next week.

Zhou Mingyuan, the county party secretary, is a cunning old fox who has been operating in Qingshun County for over a decade and is deeply entrenched in power.

Fang Mingyuan, the executive deputy county head, is a representative of the local power. He originally thought he would succeed the county head, but he was replaced by this "parachuted" official, so he must be dissatisfied.

And among those people in the government office, how many are actually our own people?

How many of them are someone else's informants?

These are the problems she will face after she goes there.

But right now, those aren't the biggest problems on her mind.

But—who exactly is that man?

She sat up, picked up her phone, hesitated for a long time, but still didn't send a message to Chen Yang.

"never mind."

"Just pretend nothing happened."

"That person has nothing to do with me."

She put the phone back, stood up, and went into the bedroom.

She stood by the window, looking at the street outside, her gaze somewhat unfocused.

"Starting next week, you'll be the county magistrate of Qingshun County," she told herself. "Forget about last night. Forget about that person too."

She turned around and began packing her luggage.

His movements were swift and decisive, as if nothing had happened.

But in some private place, a dull ache still lingers...