On the couch in the office of the Public Health Division at Changming County Health Bureau.

Su Li, like a cat in heat, was writhing on top of Zhang Wei'an.

"You little slut, I never realized you could be so frisky,"

Zhang Wei'an said with a face full of contentment.

Perhaps encouraged, Su Li became even more energetic, moving as if there was a tiny electric motor attached to her butt.

Suddenly, a numbness spread across her waist.

At the critical moment.

Clang!

The office door was violently thrown open.

Chen Fang appeared in front of them, fists clenched and eyes red with fury.

Their "sprint" was interrupted.

After a brief moment of shock,

Su Li calmly retrieved her underwear hanging on the vase and started to put them on slowly and leisurely.

Zhang Wei'an, his face fallen, lit a cigarette, but his gaze remained on Su Li's body, seemingly reluctant to look away.

"What a perfect match of filthy dogs!"

Chen Fang said through gritted teeth.

As Su Li was fastening her bra, she responded, "You better watch your mouth. We are not even married, so who I sleep with is none of your business, is it?"

"If I remember correctly, we were about to get engaged."

Chen Fang said.

Su Li chuckled dismissively.

"Chen Fang, aren't you due for a wake-up call? Tan Yandong committed suicide by jumping off a building; your backer has fallen. Do you really think I would still consider getting engaged to you?"

The mention of the three words Tan Yandong

caused Chen Fang's heart to tighten.

At 18, orphaned when both parents died, his father, Chen Zhiguo, had been comrades-in-arms with Tan Yandong, then Party Secretary of Yangmei Town. After learning of this, Tan Yandong took him under his wing.

Arranged by Tan Yandong,

at 24, he entered the Health Bureau to work.

Three nights ago, County Mayor Tan Yandong suddenly visited him, thrusting a briefcase into his hands with instructions to keep it safe; he would come to retrieve it in a week.

But that very night, he received news of Tan Yandong's suicide by jumping off a building.

Today, after handling the aftermath, he witnessed his girlfriend cheating with his arch-enemy.

By this time,

Zhang Wei'an had finished his cigarette.

He pressed the butt into the ashtray and started leisurely to button up his shirt, entirely without the embarrassment of someone caught in the act of adultery.

"Chen Fang, I've heard you two dated for months, and she never let you touch her, right? Huh, strange. Lili was quite proactive with me just now, stripping and climbing on top all by herself. It seems like you're the one who's lacking."

After saying this,

his hand naturally wandered underneath Su Li's freshly straightened skirt, an unmistakable look of yearning on his face,

as if deliberately provoking Chen Fang's fragile nerves.

"Stop it!"

Su Li rebuked in a coy, soft voice.

Flushed with the afterglow of their interrupted encounter and Zhang Wei'an's wandering hand, her cheeks turned rosy again, and involuntarily, a moan escaped her throat.

"Little Chen, everyone in the Health Bureau knows we're bitter enemies. You're nothing but trash. If it weren't for Tan Yandong, think I'd lose to you? I just want you to watch as I take your job, sleep with your woman, and you can't do a damn thing about it. How does it feel, helpless? Desperate? Hahaha—"

Zhang Wei'an's laughter wasn't quite finished

when Chen Fang's fist finally swung out.

With a thud, it landed heavily on Zhang Wei'an's face.

The punch was fierce,

knocking Zhang Wei'an off the back of the couch, sending him tumbling over.

Struggling to his feet again, his mouth was now tinted with the hue of fresh blood.

With such a commotion.

The office corridor quickly filled with a crowd of onlookers.

"Ignorant fool, even daring to hit me, I see you don't want to hang around in the Health Bureau anymore. Someone, grab this mad dog for me!"

In the past, no one would have stepped forward.

But now, things were different.

Who didn't know that Chen Fang had fallen out of favor?

A few young people took the initiative to rush in, and knocked the still combative Chen Fang to the ground, pinning him down with hands and feet.

Their anger had not yet subsided.

Zhang Wei'an stepped up to the struggling Chen Fang, lifted his foot, and was just about to stomp down—

Right at that moment,

suddenly someone shouted from outside the door, "Director Gu is here."

Following that,

the noisy scene instantly quieted down.

The crowd parted to make way.

A woman in her thirties, with a graceful figure, walked in.

The woman was wearing a tight lace blouse on the upper body and a short skirt on the lower body, with a slim waist and voluptuous hips, a quintessential hot young wife type.

Her figure was tempting,

yet she had an icy face,

intimidating to those who laid eyes on her.

Her beautiful eyes scanned all the faces in the office.

She said indifferently, "The two of you, no bonuses for this year, and a 3,000-word reflection from each of you, on my desk before the end of work today. If anything similar happens again, I will have you all clean out your desks."

Zhang Wei'an wanted to argue.

But Gu Jingshu did not give him the chance, turning on her heels in her high heels and departed.

"Pah! What a joke, one day I'll have you beneath me!"

Zhang Wei'an, having no outlet for his anger, could only spit toward Gu Jingshu's retreating figure.

The director had spoken,

and no one dared to act rashly.

With a whoosh, everyone dispersed.

Gu Jingshu returned to her office, just about to close the door, when a figure darted in.

Upon recognizing the visitor as Chen Fang, who had just been involved in the altercation,

she frowned and said, "You don't need to explain anything to me; I don't want to hear it. Go write your reflection."

Chen Fang, calm and composed, said, "Director Gu, I'd like to make a deal with you!"

"A deal? What deal? I have no interest in any deal with you,"

Gu Jingshu said with disdain.

Chen Fang smiled faintly and said, "You'll be interested, especially if you want to divorce Feng Dongliang."

At these words,

Gu Jingshu's disdainful expression instantly morphed into surprise.

After a brief moment of astonishment, Gu Jingshu asked, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Although the emotional shift was brief, Chen Fang caught it, feeling relieved that the contents of the briefcase left by Tan Yandong must be real.

Gu Jingshu, although sitting boldly on the sofa,

didn't bring up the subject of kicking Chen Fang out anymore.

Chen Fang sauntered over to Gu Jingshu's side and sat down next to her, close to her body.

Just as Gu Jingshu was about to move away, Chen Fang grabbed her hand and whispered, "Director Gu, I guess you wouldn't want your colleagues to overhear your business with your husband, would you?"

That sentence carried weight.

The hand he was holding stopped struggling.

The intimate contact and the unique fragrance of a young wife entered his nostrils, and Chen Fang could not help but have his mind wander a bit.

After all, Gu Jingshu was the "object" of many single men's diversions during their lonely nights in the unit.

"What's the deal you're talking about?"

Gu Jingshu asked.