"Boss, you've arrived,"
Chen Fang walked in.
Amidst rising steam, a beauty emerged from her bath.
Her wet hair and the little face turned red by the warmth.
And the curves of her body, slowly appeared before Chen Fang.
The woman looked quite young, just over twenty, and even without a trace of makeup, her beauty was undeniable.
The most eye-catching thing was not her face.
But the swimsuit she was wearing.
To say the least, the entire swimsuit used less fabric than two face masks.
Barely covering the essential areas.
The woman deliberately twisted her body.
She walked up to Chen Fang, extended her slender fingers, and began unbuttoning his shirt.
Chen Fang did not refuse.
Soon.
The clothes were smoothly taken off.
The woman took Chen Fang's hand and looked back three times as they stepped down from the soaking pool.
Her body pressed tightly against Chen Fang's, she picked up a towel and started to wipe his body.
At first, her hands wandered over Chen Fang's shoulders and back, and seeing that he did not resist, she grew bolder and began to touch certain private parts deliberately or accidentally.
In such an erotic scene.
If Chen Fang did not react at all, he would hardly qualify as a man.
Seeing that the foreplay was over.
What came next was to draw the bow and aim.
The woman leaned into Chen Fang's ear, her breath fragrant like orchid, and softly asked, "Shall we go to the bedroom? I can give you even better service there."
"What kind of better service?"
Chen Fang opened his eyes and asked.
The woman giggled shyly, gave his shoulder a light punch, "You're naughty, it's that... you know..."
"Which 'that' are you referring to?"
Chen Fang asked again.
Seeing this, the woman took hold of Chen Fang's hand and was about to guide it toward her 'bunnies'.
But in a split second.
It was at this moment that Chen Fang's hand suddenly switched direction, grabbing her neck firmly.
For an instant.
The woman thought Chen Fang was just being flirtatious.
But she was mistaken.
The hand clamped around her neck suddenly exerted force; her head was fiercely pushed under the water by Chen Fang.
The woman had not anticipated this turn of events at all and was unprepared, having no choice but to let the hot water rush frantically into her nostrils, her hands flailing against Chen Fang's body, and her feet helplessly kicking at the water.
A young girl, no match for a man.
About a dozen seconds later.
Chen Fang lifted her head out of the water again.
Before she could even cry for help.
She was pushed under again by Chen Fang.
After three repetitions, the woman no longer had the strength; she was pulled out of the water by Chen Fang, panting heavily, completely drained.
"You answer what I ask, or else, you're dead,"
Chen Fang said severely.
If it were any other time, no one would take such words seriously.
But this woman believed them, for she had just walked a thin line between life and death.
With terror filling her eyes, she nodded.
"What's your name?" Chen Fang asked.
The woman coughed twice and said, "My name is Lanre, Song Lanre."
"Who sent you to harm me? How much did they pay you?"
After Chen Fang asked this question, the horror in Song Lanre's eyes intensified. She pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and then said, "It was a boss surnamed Zhang. He gave me twenty thousand yuan to sleep with you. The plan was that while we were in the act, the police would come in for a raid."
A boss with the surname Zhang?
Without a doubt, it was Zhang Wei'an.
The process didn't need imagining; it was definitely about setting up a prostitution sting.
With that, Chen Fang's career path would be completely ruined.
And his reputation would be battered beyond repair, no chance of ever turning it around.
Malignant! Indeed, it was malignant!
It was in this very instant.
A thought flickered through Chen Fang's mind.
No, that's not right.
He had worked with Zhang Wei'an for several years.
Chen Fang felt like he knew him well.
Zhang Wei'an could be petty, but he wasn't cunning enough, and he couldn't have designed tonight's trap with his intellect.
Dinner, along with the reward of twenty thousand yuan, was not something Zhang Wei'an would willingly part with.
More importantly, the sting involved the police busting prostitution.
No matter how formidable Zhang Wei'an was, he couldn't order the police around; there must be someone higher up, pulling the strings in the shadows.
Who could that person be?
In a flash of insight.
Chen Fang thought of someone.
Deputy Magistrate Zhao Shoujiang.
If things were as expected, Luo Lan had already divulged Liu Jian's affairs to Zhao Shoujiang.
Zhao Shoujiang must have been scheming to land him in jail, waiting for Chen Fang to be cornered before pressing him for the details of how he found out about Liu Jian.
Not only would it seal his own lips.
But it would also utterly eradicate the threat.
Logically, that was the only explanation that made sense.
In the end, it was his own actions that had backfired.
Before threatening Luo Lan with Liu Jian's affairs, Chen Fang had anticipated this possibility.
Chen Fang didn't fear Zhao Shoujiang's retaliation, since he had leverage, but he hadn't expected him to go around and bribe Zhang Wei'an.
Zhang Wei'an already had a grudge against him.
Even if Zhang Wei'an framed him, Chen Fang would never have thought to pin it on Zhao Shoujiang.
By then, appearing as a rescuer and playing a combination of tactics both hard and soft, Chen Fang might actually end up grateful.
What a cunning chain plan.
After pondering for a moment.
Chen Fang poured a glass of water for Song Lanre.
He said, "Lanre, your technique seems unpracticed, so you probably haven't been in this line of work for long, have you?"
Song Lanre was startled.
She gave a slight nod and replied, "I won't lie to you, I was just an ordinary technician before, and this is my first time doing something like this."
"Is it because you're short of money?"
"Yes, short of money."
Chen Fang let out a long sigh and said, "Lanre, have you ever thought that if we really got caught having relations, you would be branded a prostitute? Would the money be worth it then?"
After a moment of silence, Song Lanre said, "My brother has a girlfriend, and her family wants a dowry of one hundred and eighty thousand yuan. If we can't come up with the money, the marriage will be off, and I just have no other choice."
In this day and age, a younger sister having to raise a dowry for her brother?
"How much more do you need?"
"I have one hundred thousand yuan on hand, plus the twenty thousand from boss Zhang, so I'm still six thousand short."
Chen Fang fell silent for a while.
He hesitated, then pulled out his wallet from his pocket, took out a card, and placed it in Song Lanre's hand, saying, "I've got one hundred thousand yuan in this card, it's all yours now, that should be enough, right?"
Song Lanre was stunned.
How could this handsome man, who obviously knew he was being set up by her, now turn around and help her? How could such good fortune exist in the world?
"No no no, boss, I can't take this money, Lanre was just trying to harm you, I'm already lucky you're not blaming me for it."
When Song Lanre kept refusing.
Chen Fang forcefully pressed it into her hands.
He continued, "You wouldn't be taking this money for nothing; tell me, does that boss Zhang often come here?"
"He comes often; he has a mistress here who is one of my sisters named Juanjuan. It was Juanjuan who connected me with boss Zhang," Song Lanre said.
"He comes often? Then it seems there's a good show on the horizon."
With a knowing smile, a plan formed in Chen Fang's mind.