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

Chen Dapeng's kiss was passionate, intense, and deep.

He Ying felt as if her whole body was enveloped by his kiss.

Excitement, thrill...

It felt like a faint electric current was running through my chest.

It made her tremble slightly...

Then, she felt as if her body was floating.

He sent them to the clouds time and time again.

Chen Dapeng was completely captivated by He Ying's beauty and tenderness.

Moving forward bravely...

……

He Ying woke up first the next morning.

She turned her head and saw that Chen Dapeng was still asleep, his arm loosely draped over her waist.

She didn't move, just lay there quietly for a while, looking at his profile—

He had thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and slightly pursed lips.

She remembered what he had said last night;

She remembered the way he stood under the streetlights looking at her, his eyes filled with an undeniable seriousness.

She smiled gently and silently said in her heart, "Dapeng, thank you for loving me."

I lay down for a while longer.

Chen Dapeng has not yet woken up.

He Ying glared at him and scolded him in a low voice, "Lazybones, who told you to stay up so late last night... You must be exhausted!"

Thinking of this, He Ying's cheeks unconsciously flushed red.

Last night, the two were unabashedly intimate...

three times?

Or four times?

She couldn't remember.

Chen Dapeng insisted on pestering him, saying he hadn't loved him enough...

She couldn't stop her...

"Sigh, that's what happens when your boyfriend is too young..."

"There are good and bad aspects."

"That's good..."

The bad thing is—I can't get up in the morning!

She smiled secretly, then gently moved his arm away, lifted the covers, and got out of bed.

She glanced back; he was still asleep.

"You should sleep a little longer."

She said something in a low voice, then went into the bathroom.

Close the door and turn on the shower.

Let hot water pour over your head to wash away the lingering smell.

She stood beneath the flowing water, closed her eyes, and his words echoed repeatedly in her mind—

"Sister Ying, I want to marry you."

And then there's that "hmm" she said herself.

She uttered a single word, very softly, but once it was out, she felt a sense of peace.

When she came out of the shower, Chen Dapeng was already awake, leaning against the headboard. He saw her come out wrapped in a bath towel, her eyes still showing the dazed look of someone who had just woken up.

"Sister Ying, what time is it?"

It's almost nine o'clock.

Chen Dapeng was startled: "So late?"

He Ying smiled:

"Hmm... You're sleeping so soundly, I didn't wake you."

Chen Dapeng just smiled and didn't explain anything.

He Ying walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Chen Dapeng's face.

"Dapeng, I'm leaving this morning."

Chen Dapeng grasped her hand: "Sister Ying, won't you stay a little longer?"

"There's a meeting in Qingshun County this afternoon." He Ying paused for a moment. "I'll come back next week. Then... we'll go see my dad."

Chen Dapeng paused for a moment, then nodded and squeezed her hand:

"it is good."

He Ying didn't say anything more and got up to change her clothes.

She put on her coat and stood in the living room waiting for him.

Chen Dapeng had already put on his clothes and came out.

He walked her to the door, watched her change her shoes, straightened up, and glanced at him sideways.

"Dapeng, I'm leaving now."

Chen Dapeng took a step forward and reached out to pull her into his arms.

He rested his chin on her head, held her quietly for a while, and then let go.

"Sister Ying, let me know when you arrive."

He Ying nodded, opened the door, and went out.

Chen Dapeng stood at the door until she could no longer hear her footsteps before closing it.

After He Ying left, Chen Dapeng sat in the living room for a while.

Just then, my phone vibrated.

Hu Yuheng sent a message:

"Zeng Guosheng interrogated me again this morning. Come over this afternoon and double-check the financial records for Zhao Zhengping's line of work."

He replied with a single word:

"it is good."

……

At 2 p.m., he arrived at the task force office.

Hu Yuheng was standing in front of the whiteboard, holding a marker, and added a line in the lower right corner of the whiteboard.

Chen Dapeng walked over and glanced at the contents of the whiteboard—

Zeng Guosheng's name has been circled, with a line next to it that reads "He has been apprehended."

On the other side is Zhao Zhengping's name, with "Materials submitted" written below.

At the very top is Zeng Zhiyuan's name, marked with a question mark.

Hu Yuheng turned his head: "You're here? Take a look at Zeng Guosheng's interrogation records from this morning."

She pushed a document on the table toward her.

Chen Dapeng sat down and flipped through the book.

Zeng Guosheng was more cooperative than last time, explaining the whereabouts of some of the funds, but did not involve his father.

He still didn't mention Zeng Zhiyuan.

Chen Dapeng closed the file.

"He knows what he should and shouldn't say."

Hu Yuheng put down his marker and chuckled softly:

"But he had already figured out his financial chains in Southeast Asia. He thought he had gone far enough, but the account records couldn't be hidden."

Chen Dapeng didn't respond. He put the document aside, turned on his computer, and began to check the financial records of Zhao Zhengping's line.

He looked down at it for half an hour.

I double-checked the dates and corresponding accounts for the several transactions to make sure nothing was missed, and then saved the document.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Hu Yuheng's phone rang.

She answered the phone, listened for a while, then said "Okay" and hung up.

Chen Dapeng looked up at her.

She didn't say anything, but wrote a line in her notebook, then walked over and pushed the notebook in front of Chen Dapeng:

"Yang Xiujiang's younger sister, Yang Xiulan, visited Bai Jiangfei at the Qingping Branch this afternoon. The visit lasted twice as long as usual."

Chen Dapeng looked at the line of text: "She wants to send a message through Bai Jiangfei?"

"It might just be a visit."

It may not just be visits.

Yang Xiujiang himself dared not make a move, but he was testing the limits of how far he could go.

Hu Yuheng closed his notebook and reminded him:

"Keep an eye on Yang Xiujiang's recent activities."

Chen Dapeng nodded: "Okay."

……

It was already dark when Chen Dapeng returned to his residence.

He changed his shoes, hung his coat by the door, and went into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

He leaned against the stove, took a sip of water, then picked up his phone and scrolled to He Ying's chat window. The latest message read: "Dapeng, I've arrived, don't worry."

Chen Dapeng looked at it for a few seconds, then sent her a message:

"Sister Ying, I'm done with work today. You should get some rest as soon as you're done with your work."

After sending the message, he waited for a while, but no new messages came in.

He didn't wait any longer and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

When I came out of the shower, my phone screen was lit up; it was a message from He Ying:

"Yes, you too."

He looked at the words, smiled, didn't reply, put his phone on the bedside table, turned off the light, and lay down.

I'm not sleepy right now.

He stared at the ceiling, his mind replaying the message Hu Yuheng had mentioned that afternoon—

Yang Xiulan's visit to Bai Jiangfei took twice as long as usual.

What is she testing?

Or are they confirming something?

Yang Xiujiang is probably getting restless...