A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

A drunken act of promiscuity went unpunished, with no complaints from the public and no investigation from the authorities.

When they first woke up, President Sun and Director Zhao were indeed both embarrassed and nervous.

But once they returned to their respective units and sat down in their offices, with their subordinates bowing and scraping and serving them tea and water, the feeling of having great power returned, and they all calmed down again.

It's just playing around with a woman or two, what's the big deal?

After finishing his official duties, Director Zhao thought it over and decided to call President Sun.

"Old Sun, did that woman surnamed Shi call you?" Director Zhao asked.

"Will there be any trouble about last night?" Director Zhao thought back to last night, feeling a little annoyed. How could he have gotten so drunk that he didn't remember anything?

"What trouble could there be? Director Zhao, you can rest assured. This is like Zhou Yu and Huang Gai—both are willing participants. Besides, everyone's had too much to drink; things can't be easily resolved. If things really escalate, they won't gain anything. Moreover, she wants to set up a factory in Shenzhen and is waiting for me to approve a large loan. She wouldn't dare to cause any trouble, even if she had a hundred and twenty times the courage. A little woman from out of town might even think she's lucky to have climbed onto your coattails!"

President Sun spoke eloquently, but while sitting in his executive chair, he couldn't sit still and kept fidgeting.

It's not that the chair is uncomfortable, it's that my butt hurts.

"Haha, now that you mention it, I feel much more at ease." Director Zhao laughed, then lowered his voice, "However, I think you should still give her a call."

"Director Zhao, it's better to wait for them to call than to call them directly. The loan hasn't been signed yet; she'll have to beg me for help sooner or later."

"Haha, Lao Sun, you've misunderstood." Director Zhao paused, then his eyes flashed with malice. "I mean, before you release the loan, let them spend one more night with me."

"Huh?" Bank Manager Sun was a little surprised. Even a good horse doesn't turn back to eat the grass it already grazed; how come Director Zhao is so addicted? "Didn't Director Zhao have enough fun last night?"

"What a load of rubbish. I was so drunk last night, I was completely out of it and didn't taste anything. That woman surnamed Shi is absolutely stunning. I've seen my fair share of women over the years, but I've never met one as beautiful and elegant as her."

Bank Manager Sun deeply agreed. If he didn't need Zhao's help, he would have done it himself long ago. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Director Zhao, this is easy to handle. It's just my matter..."

"As long as you've made the arrangements, I'll have no problem with it."

"That's great, that's great!" Bank Manager Sun hung up the phone with a broad smile.

After get off work, Director Sun drove his Honda Accord straight to his mistress's place instead of going home. He called her at noon, asking her to prepare a slow-cooked soup.

Drinking alcohol and indulging in excessive sexual activity are both harmful to health, especially at this age. If you don't know how to nourish your body, you're more likely to die prematurely.

When he arrived at the villa he bought for his mistress, he was surprised to find a sports car parked outside.

He couldn't name the car, but the license plate was eye-catching—a local plate with bold numbers—PK888.

He frowned, took out his keys, and opened the door. He froze as soon as he looked into the living room.

The soup was simmering in the pot, and the woman was busy in the kitchen, but a young man sat calmly on the sofa in the living room, drinking his treasured red wine and watching television.

Bank Manager Sun was momentarily stunned, thinking he had entered the wrong room. This place was extremely secluded, and he kept a tight rein on his mistress, never allowing her to bring outsiders back.

It took him a long time to recover. The young man even smiled and waved at him, acting as if he were the owner of the house and he was the guest.

This feeling was awful. But before he could figure out who the other person was, he forced himself to remain calm, went into the kitchen with a sullen face, and asked the woman in a low voice, "Who was that person?"

"Huh?" The woman looked equally confused. "Isn't he your cousin?"

"A cousin?" Bank Manager Sun's heart sank. "Where would I get a cousin from?"

"He came in and immediately gave your name, saying he was your cousin, and that you told him to wait here. I thought this place was hard for outsiders to find, and no one else knew about our relationship. If you hadn't told him to come, who would have come? So I let him in." The woman explained softly, becoming more and more aggrieved as she spoke.

"You're so stupid!" President Sun stomped his foot in anger.

"Didn't you send him? Then I'll kick him out right now." The woman was also getting anxious.

"Don't go. You stay here and don't come out no matter what happens outside. I'll handle it." After saying that, Manager Sun closed the kitchen door and walked out.

"Who are you?" President Sun walked into the living room and asked in a deep voice.

The young man didn't answer immediately, but simply swirled the red wine in his glass and gestured with his chin toward the seat in front of him, indicating that he should sit down.

President Sun snorted coldly, but still sat down.

The young man then slowly spoke up: "Director Sun, the wine is good, the women are good, and this courtyard is even better. It seems you've been squeezing the people dry, haven't you?"

Those with good intentions don't come; those who come are not with good intentions. Manager Sun's heart pounded, but he remained defiant: "What do you want? Who exactly are you?"

"Heh, President Sun, please calm down. I'm here to show you a film. It was shot by a semi-professional cinematographer." The young man elegantly pointed to the television.

President Sun turned his head and looked at it. He glanced at it once, and his anger deepened.

On the screen, two men are rolling around naked.

A stranger broke into his mistress's house and left this disgusting stuff?

Bank Manager Sun immediately flew into a rage, jumping up and pointing at the other person: "Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police!"

The young man laughed calmly: "Director Sun, you're so old, why are you still so impatient? Take a good look first and see who the two male leads in this movie are."

President Sun was skeptical, so he looked at the screen again.

In just one glance, his face turned pale.

My stomach churned violently. I tried to hold it in for a few moments, but I couldn't anymore and vomited.

He confessed to everything, including last night's alcohol and leftovers.

The two men in the picture are him and Director Zhao.

The young man said it was only a "semi-professional" work, but the image quality and angles were more professional than those of professionals.

"Shut it down! Shut it down right now!" President Sun roared hysterically.

The young man didn't move, remaining seated calmly.

The kitchen door moved. Hearing the noise, the mistress couldn't resist coming out to see.

Upon seeing the scene on television, he was stunned.

Enraged, Bank Manager Sun grabbed an ashtray and smashed it against the television. He then pointed at the woman and yelled, "Get inside!"

The woman was so frightened that she shrank back into the kitchen.

"Who are you?!" Bank Manager Sun roared at the young man. At this moment, he finally understood where the hidden pain in his anus came from.

"President Sun, don't get too excited, it's not good for your health." The young man said calmly, poured another glass of wine, and pushed it in front of him. "Here, calm down."

With a wave of his hand, Director Sun swept the entire cup and its contents onto the floor: "What exactly do you want to do!"

"Alright. We can't talk in your current state. I'll come back another day." The young man said, getting up as if to leave.

"Don't go!" Bank Manager Sun panicked and rushed forward without regard for anything else.

The young man didn't even turn his head, just lightly kicked him from behind.

President Sun bounced back with a "bang," landing squarely back in his original position.

My chest ached and felt tight, but even that pain couldn't compare to the heart-wrenching images on the screen.

The injuries on my body will heal with time.

But if this image gets out, his entire life will be ruined.

He was utterly disgraced and his life was worse than death.

The anger on President Sun's face gradually faded, replaced by despair and dejection.

"Let's talk. You can say whatever you want. I'm not agitated anymore." His voice was hoarse and weak.

"Heh, Bank Manager Sun is indeed a master. I wasn't wrong about him." The young man laughed again, his teeth dazzlingly white, but in Bank Manager Sun's eyes, they were full of evil.

"Let me introduce myself first. My surname is Gu, and my given name is Feng. I am currently..." Gu Feng paused, as if he himself found it too wordy, "Never mind, enough with the chit-chat. Just remember one thing—Shi Yurou is my woman. I know perfectly well what you and Director Zhao did to her."