Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

Liu Rusi, who was supporting He Ping'an on the spot, had beads of sweat on her forehead. She glared at He Ping'an with disgust.

"This stinky man doesn't look fat, but he's as heavy as a pig!"

"I'm using force, of course it's heavy. And I'm not a pig!" He Ping'an's voice rang out, startling Liu Rusi. Inside the room, Ping'er, well-trained, quickly reached for her lower back with her right hand.

He Ping'an moved even faster. He had taken off Liu Rusi's earring without her noticing. With a forceful wrist movement, the pearl on the earring shot out, and Ping'er, who had just touched the pistol, fell to the ground.

Everything happened too fast; in the blink of an eye, Ping'er collapsed to the ground. Liu Rusi mechanically turned her head, meeting He Ping'an's deep eyes, and kept shifting her body, trying to break free from her restraints.

The tight-fitting cheongsam outlined Liu Rusi's mature body, the touch just right. It wasn't so much a struggle as a provocation.

Sensing the change in the man behind her, Liu Rusi froze in fright, her voice trembling as she stammered:

"You...you're not drunk, you...what do you want to do?"

He Ping'an lowered his head to gently sniff her hair, his eyes growing increasingly intense, his voice hoarse and indistinct.

"Of course it is... damn it...!"

"Sizzle!"

The cries, curses, and pleas continued until late into the night at Villa No. 96!

Just as Ping'er awoke and was about to draw her gun, He Ping'an's voice rang out again in the darkness, as cold and ruthless as Liu Rusi's before:

"Believe me, your gun isn't as fast as my hand! If you don't want anything to happen to your young lady, get out!"

Ping'er hesitated, frozen in place, too afraid to draw her gun. He Ping'an's icy voice, tinged with impatience, rang out, "Get out!"

"Cough cough..." Liu Rusi coughed twice, her voice hoarse, "Ping'er, I'm fine. You...you can go out first..."

Liu Rusi's intelligence and methods are indeed no less than those of men, but the events of tonight inevitably revealed her vulnerability and sadness when she spoke.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Smack!" The slap landed with surprising elasticity, and He Ping'an simply said, "Go to sleep!"

Forced to remain in He Ping'an's arms, Liu Rusi stared blankly at the ceiling, her swollen eyes filled with regret and helplessness.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the large hand covering his chest. A fierce killing intent flashed across his face, then vanished into a blank stare. Overwhelmed with sorrow, his long-dried tears welled up again.

"Slap!" Another slap landed on my face. The words were the same as before: "Go to sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow!"

She didn't know when it started, but Liu Rusi's tears became fewer and fewer, and finally she drifted off to sleep, lost in her own thoughts.

In the darkness, He Ping'an, who had been asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on Liu Rusi's fair and delicate neck. Finally, he let out a soft sigh, embraced the beauty, and fell asleep again.

The next day, the midday sun was so bright it was hard to open your eyes...

Inside the bedroom, under an expensive velvet quilt, a man and a woman were still fast asleep, embracing each other.

The shredded clothes were scattered haphazardly everywhere. On a corner of the creased bed sheet, Liu Rusi's half-exposed shoulder still bore the purplish-blue handprints from last night, a testament to the intensity of the battle.

Asleep, Liu Rusi lost her usual allure, appearing instead much more dignified. Her trendy wavy hair had been disheveled from last night's battle, and her swollen eyes, far from ruining her charming appearance, only added a touch of tenderness!

Looking at the hickeys and bruises scattered across Liu Rusi's fair skin, He Ping'an cursed himself for being a beast. He lit his first cigarette of his life, and his other free hand instinctively pulled the beauty into his embrace. It was all a bad habit he'd developed in his past life…

"Cough cough..." He Ping'an still took a big sip as he had in his previous life. His body was not used to it and he couldn't help but cough, disturbing the sleeping beauty in his arms.

Liu Rusi's beautiful eyelashes fluttered involuntarily as she slowly opened her eyes. What she saw was He Ping'an leisurely smoking... and...

A blush rose on her fair face. She slapped away the mischievous hand and bit her lip lightly: "You beastly bastard, I'm going to tell all the disgusting things you've done to your superiors!"

He Ping'an casually exhaled a smoke ring, remaining calm and composed.

"So this is your plan last night, where you took advantage of me... to get me drunk, take some dubious photos, and then blackmail me into doing things for you? How naive! If I were you, I would have..."

"You...you!"

Liu Rusi sat up abruptly, ignoring the blanket that had slipped off her body, "You're shameless!"

Delicate skin, a perfect figure, and a sight that trembled violently with emotion. He Ping'an's eyes darkened, and his smoking hand abruptly stubbed out the cigarette.

Liu Rusi was completely oblivious, her slender fingers trembling as she pointed at He Ping'an. She felt a mixture of shame at being exposed, but even more shock at the shamelessness of the man before her. Not only had he taken advantage of her, but he had also mocked her.

"What are you doing...you bastard, ah!"

He Ping'an was born in 30 and is 20 years old this year. It is obvious that Liu Rusi cannot withstand a punch from He Ping'an with 20 years of internal energy.

After an hour of waiting, Liu Rusi begged for mercy and gave in. He Ping'an lit another cigarette and expertly pulled her into his arms. He remained unmoved, letting the beauty bite his arm with her pearly teeth.

After finishing her cigarette, Liu Rusi regained her composure. He Ping'an then got up to look for his clothes, his gaze sweeping over the bloodstains on the bedsheets, pausing for a moment before a glint of light appeared in his eyes.

Liu Rusi, standing to the side, followed He Ping'an's gaze and spoke with a mocking tone:

"What, Comrade He, are you surprised that a socialite like me is still a virgin?"

"Yes, it was indeed a surprise!" He Ping'an nodded honestly, paused, and then changed the subject.

"It's not too surprising, after all, your father is Shen Shichang. Although your mother was a concubine, as Shen Shichang's daughter, you still received the proper education!"

Liu Rusi wasn't surprised; He Ping'an knew her identity. Her identity might seem mysterious to outsiders, but it wasn't a secret to those with real power, let alone the Communists. Within the Kuomintang, everyone was saying…

Since Dai Ji crashed into Daishan, the Kuomintang has no secrets left in the eyes of the Communist Party!

"What do we do now?" Liu Rusi asked, her voice thick with nasal tone, which was surprisingly endearing.

He Ping'an chuckled, "I thought you'd slap me and tell me to get lost, then say something like you'd kill me next time we meet."

"Heh..." Liu Rusi scoffed dismissively, "My upbringing has never allowed me to be willful. Others might be cute when they're willful, or they might just get beaten up, but the price of my willfulness is my mother's and my lives!"

"That's true! Shen Shichang is indeed a scoundrel!" He Ping'an echoed, earning a glare from the beauty in return.