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

Another night of debauchery, and the morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom. He Ping'an was still leisurely smoking, his large toy changing shapes in his hand.

The smoke, carrying nicotine, shimmered in the beam of light, creating a beautiful Darwinian effect. Unfortunately, the beauty in his arms couldn't appreciate it; she had barely opened her eyes when her pearly teeth bit the nearest arm.

"You bastard, nobody cares if you don't treat me like a human being, but can't you treat me like one?!"

The scene beneath the covers was alluring, and He Ping'an naturally stubbed out his cigarette. He leaned in and pressed himself against her, the beauty beneath him moaning softly!

Afterwards, Liu Rusi, now much more subdued, spoke with a trembling voice, her words deeply moving: "Ping An, if this continues, I'll die!"

He Ping'an gently tossed the beautiful woman's hair that fell across her chest and shook his head tenderly:

"I've already taken your pulse. With your physical condition and the addition of my chicken soup, acupuncture, and massage, you can absolutely keep going indefinitely..."

Upon hearing this, Liu Rusi's pupils contracted. "You...you, you pervert!"

Seeing that Liu Rusi was genuinely frightened, He Ping'an had no choice but to give up. There was still a long time ahead, and he couldn't be too forward with the beauty, but he still made the chicken soup from last night.

At the dinner table, although He Ping'an repeatedly assured her that he would leave after finishing his meal, Liu Rusi still didn't dare to drink much. She only took a small sip before putting down her soup spoon.

At the villa entrance, He Ping'an looked back at Liu Rusi on the second-floor balcony, made a gesture to leave the door open for the night, and then strolled away.

In the living room, Ping'er saw Liu Rusi come in and put down the dishes she was halfway through clearing.

"Miss, is this really how it is? Are you willing to accept it? If it really doesn't work out..." Ping'er's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and she swung her hand like a knife.

Liu Rusi leaned back on the sofa, her eyes vacant and staring straight ahead. After a long while, she finally spoke softly:

"Putting aside whether it will succeed, what happens after we kill him? With He Ping'an's cunning, we'll probably be buried with him the moment something happens to him! Besides..."

Liu Rusi sighed deeply, "I've already given myself to him. With the liberation of Beiping imminent, my family's fortunes are gone. Who would want a withered flower like me? Those people will only treat me as a plaything! Since that's the case, I might as well be with him..."

"Miss, does that mean he's definitely trustworthy?"

Liu Rusi's eyes were filled with confusion, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips: "I don't know..."

To be honest, Liu Rusi is quite a pitiful woman... She was born with beauty, intelligence, ability, and a good family background—qualities that all women dream of.

Unfortunately, apart from her mother who died young, everyone else was using her. The man she loved didn't love her; instead, he took advantage of her love. Her father, in particular, treated her as a useful tool.

This one is even worse, a scoundrel who only knows how to box...

Not far from Villa No. 96, in a trash can, lay the information Zheng Chaoyang had painstakingly collected about Shen Shichang's children. He Ping'an glanced at the trash can, shook his head, and left.

The original plan was to get involved and ultimately emerge victorious, thus breaking down Liu Rusi's psychological defenses. Adding to this the allure of the materials in the file folder, and the promise of her gold and her life, she was willing to risk everything for Liu Rusi!

just now……

"Sigh..." He Ping'an returned to the temporary base with a long sigh, turned on the radio, and sent a lengthy telegram...

"Several days have passed since Feng Qingbo was beheaded, but the investigation into Shen Shichang has reached a dead end. There is sufficient evidence to prove that he was a plotter for the Military Intelligence Bureau, but nothing else has been found... Only verbal information, no concrete evidence!"

I believe that Shen Shichang did indeed murder Mr. Tian, ​​for the following reasons…

Shen Qichang was born in the late Qing Dynasty, rose to power in the Beiyang government, survived the Japanese occupation and the Republic of China, and still maintains a private guard to this day, which shows his extraordinary abilities!

Such methods, with a friend arriving carrying secrets and not a single soldier guarding him, how utterly absurd!

Even if the person is old and senile, and his thinking is not always thorough, how could the Kuomintang's Bureau of Investigation and Statistics operate so brazenly that they were completely unaware of it beforehand? Given the power and influence of the North China Suppression Headquarters, why would they be so dismissive?

In Tianjin, after reading the telegram, the high-ranking official pondered for a moment and gave instructions: "First detain them, then arrest them, await the truth!"

He Ping'an turned off the radio and began toying with the jade Buddha that Liu Rusi had given him. He could refrain from taking action, but Shen Shichang had to die! Just like the plot... abandoning everything, even his daughter, he still couldn't escape punishment!

Having seen Tian Dan off, eliminated the traitor Feng Qingbo, and monitored Shen Shichang, He Ping'an had completed the tasks assigned by his superior. He no longer needed to worry about exploiting the wealthy households; the sudden leisure was somewhat unsettling for him.

Nothing to do tonight, let's break off willow branches and tie them into threads!

No. 96, Dongjiaomin Lane...

Wrapped in a blanket and lying on the bed like a corpse, Liu Rusi let the large hands roam freely over her body, feeling utterly miserable:

"Can't you just let me rest for a bit! And can you please stop being so perverted? I don't have many pajamas left!"

He Ping'an looked at the scattered strips of cloth around him, feeling no shame whatsoever.

"You won't be staying in Beiping for many more days, so every time you do it, it'll be one less time. And those pajamas, you can't take them with you, what's the point of keeping them? You might as well make the most of them, enjoying life while you can!!"

Liu Rusi rolled her eyes at He Ping'an without any threat, not wanting to bother with this beast.

He Ping'an smiled and lifted the blanket. Liu Rusi said she was unwilling, but her body honestly snuggled into He Ping'an's arms.

"Snapped!"

After being slapped, Liu Rusi looked at He Ping'an in confusion, "Why did you hit me?"

"Damn..." He Ping'an dangerously drew out his words, until Liu Rusi's eyes filled with spring water, then he jokingly lowered his face, "Of course, it's work!"

He Pingan picked up the file bag from the bedside table and casually tossed it onto the blanket next to Liu Rusi.

"This contains all my assets in the United States... a 50-acre farm in New York State, a high-end Cantonese restaurant in Chinatown, several shops on Fifth Avenue, and some Coca-Cola stock! That's roughly $50 a year in income. Keep it safe!"

Liu Rusi was stunned. She had painstakingly saved up only a hundred or so large yellow croakers over several years. This was $50, a year's income!

"For...for me!" Liu Rusi's voice trembled.

He Ping'an turned Liu Rusi's head back and stared seriously into those alluring peach blossom eyes. "No buying stocks, no investing, and most importantly, no cheating on me! All of these are yours!"

Money isn't the same as security, but it can provide it. And it's proven that when women take the initiative, they can be incredibly proactive!

For the next few days, Liu Rusi did not allow He Ping'an to leave the villa. They fought, rested, rested, and fought again, until Lunar New Year's Eve on January 28th. Taking advantage of Liu Rusi's visit to Shen Shichang, He Ping'an finally stepped into the long-missed courtyard house.

After having a family reunion dinner, He Ping'an had to find an excuse to leave. When he returned to No. 96, Liu Rusi was already waiting for him in a sexy nightgown.

The two already shared an unspoken understanding; a single glance ignited passion, and a night of passionate entanglement ensued! On the first day of the Lunar New Year, at the airport, He Ping'an saw Liu Rusi off. This was the last flight the Nationalist army could take off!