Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

1:45 PM.

Wang Xuesen's bulletproof car came to a steady stop on a quiet street in Hongkou.

Neatly trimmed holly trees lined both sides, and a Japanese-style courtyard wall was hidden behind the branches and leaves. Two Japanese soldiers with rifles slung across their shoulders stood at the entrance.

This area was inhabited by Japanese military officers and high-ranking residents, and the patrol density was even higher than in the French Concession.

Wang Xuesen turned off the engine, picked up two packs of Camel cigarettes and a basket of seasonal fruit, and got out of the car.

When he arrived at the Fujita house, he glanced around the yard.

A black Buick sedan was parked quietly beside the flower bed.

Shanghai license plate, last four digits: 387.

Bai Junqi's car.

Wang Xuesen's lips twitched slightly.

They arrived early.

The Japanese soldiers at the door stopped him, and Wang Xuesen gave Okamura's name in fluent Japanese and handed him his business card.

The soldier took the business card and went inside to report.

A short while later, a Japanese maid in a dark kimono quickly came out and bowed to him: "Mr. Wang, the section chief invites you in."

Wang Xuesen followed the maid through the gravel path in the front yard.

The yard wasn't big, but the flowers and plants were kept extremely well.

Upon entering the foyer, Wang Xuesen changed into the prepared wooden clogs and slippers, and followed the maid into the hall.

The hall was furnished with tatami mats, and three people were sitting around a mahogany table.

In the center is Fujita Hajime.

He was in his early fifties, wearing a white shirt, with a thin face, and his upright posture exuded the composure and imposing presence typical of Japanese officers.

A woman was sitting to his right.

She was in her early thirties, wearing a well-tailored lotus-root-colored cheongsam and a pearl necklace around her neck.

She had an oval face and arched eyebrows, but she wasn't exactly a stunning beauty.

But the allure emanating from her entire being, along with her captivating almond-shaped eyes, was simply irresistible to the core.

A woman like this is so alluring that just one glance at her can make your heart itch.

Wang Xuesen knew her.

Fang Yao.

A prominent socialite in Shanghai's elite circles, and Fujita Hajime's bedmate.

Bai Junqi was sitting to her left.

Bai Junqi dressed up specially today, his hair and shoes were polished so much that you could see your reflection in them.

This guy is actually quite handsome.

At only 1.7 meters tall, with a bluish complexion and lack of energy, he paled in comparison to the 1.8-meter-tall and extraordinary Wang Xuesen.

Several rolled-up oil paintings were laid out in front of Bai Junqi, tied with silk ribbons, and they looked quite valuable.

The three people were having a lively conversation.

Fang Yao, in particular, looked at Bai Junqi with eyes full of affection, as if she had the words "good son-in-law" engraved on her forehead.

Bai Sihai, the patriarch of the Bai family, secretly promised her 100,000 yuan.

If this marriage goes through, Fang Yao's status in Shanghai's socialite circles will rise even higher.

Driven by both whispered advice and self-interest, Fujita's attitude towards Bai Junqi became increasingly ambiguous.

Moreover, Bai Junqi was quite diligent in his work at the Special Higher Police, and the Bai family had a strong foothold in the business world. Fujita had already decided on this marriage proposal in his mind.

The only variable is Miyako herself.

That girl inherited her late mother's stubbornness from a young age, and was always indifferent to Bai Junqi.

This gave Fujita a huge headache.

Wang Xuesen walked over, handed the cigarettes and fruit to the maid, and bowed slightly.

"Mr. Fujita, Ms. Fang, it's my first time visiting, I'm sorry to bother you."

His Japanese pronunciation was impeccable, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, displaying both politeness and a hint of flattery.

Fujita Hajime raised his eyelids, holding his teacup, and looked Wang Xuesen up and down.

Fang Yao also looked over.

The two of them were stunned for a moment almost simultaneously.

Wang Xuesen was over 1.8 meters tall and handsome.

In particular, his eyes are bright and clear, yet with a hint of sharpness hidden within.

Just by standing there, his gentle and dignified demeanor made the entire hall shine even brighter.

Fang Yao's gaze slid down Wang Xuesen's face, past his chin, Adam's apple, and chest, before finally sweeping down his chest.

That slut Bai Meigui said Wang Xuesen was the modern-day Lao Ai, I wonder if it's true or not.

Unfortunately, Wang Xuesen's trousers were too loose, so nothing could be seen.

Then look at Bai Junqi on the side.

Both are young and handsome men, but when placed next to Wang Xuesen, Bai Junqi's carefully crafted dignity instantly fades.

Not only was he shorter than average.

The pale, wine-colored stain on his face made him look even more sleazy, and the fawning curve of his lips was on a completely different level from Wang Xuesen's composure.

Damn it, what's with this ghost, Young Master Wang?

Bai Junqi tightened his grip on the teacup, his eyes almost overflowing with hostility.

They're old enemies.

Back in Shanghai, he and Wang Ershao pursued Wanjia together, but Wanjia ended up marrying Wang Xuesen.

Bai Junqi was so angry he almost ground his teeth to powder.

Now that bastard is married, he still dares to try and make a move on Miyako.

That thing is like a persistent ghost, it's really messing with my mind!

In front of Fujita Hajime, Bai Junqi dared not act rashly.

He stared intently at Wang Xuesen with a cold smile, as if he were eyeing prey that needed to be disposed of.

The Bai family of today is not the same as the Bai family of the past.

If things really come to a head, bringing out his godfather Zhang Xiaolin would be enough to wipe out Wang Xuesen, and even the entire Su family, in no time.

If Wang Xuesen really dared to snatch Miyako...

That would be suicide!

"Mr. Wang, please have a seat."

Fujita Hajime, with a stern face, raised his hand and spoke in a businesslike tone.

He felt somewhat unhappy.

He had investigated Wang Xuesen's background. He was the director of interrogation room number 76, and was known for his womanizing ways. It was said that his romantic escapades could fill three books.

He was deeply unhappy about people like that approaching Miyako.

But we can't refuse Okamura's request.

Wang Xuesen thanked him, put down the items in his hands, and sat down opposite Bai Junqi in a generous manner, smiling warmly: "Young Master Bai, what a coincidence."

Bai Junqi gave a cold snort, completely lacking in manners, and didn't reply.

Fang Yao broke the brief silence with a smile: "Mr. Wang, what brings you to see our Ya Zi?"

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of the coquettishness unique to Shanghai women.

Wang Xuesen looked at Fang Yao and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "I had the pleasure of reading Miss Miyako's poems in the Tongwen Academy's publication last time. I have always been a great lover of poetry."

He paused, turned to look at Fujita Hajime, and bowed slightly.

"I have come here today specifically to seek your guidance, and I hope you will allow me to do so, Section Chief."

Fujita Hajime held his teacup without moving, his narrow eyes narrowing slightly.

Yes, Bai Junqi is at a crucial point in pursuing Miyako, but this unexpected obstacle is getting in his way.

I won't agree.

This kid didn't seem to be overly respectful to me, nor did he deliberately lower his stance; he was interacting with me as an equal.

This shows that he has a very strong relationship with Okamura, which is why he has this confidence.

If you refuse too bluntly, it will easily give others grounds for criticism.

Fujita didn't immediately respond, but instead glanced at Fang Yao.

Same as always.

When faced with difficult situations, Fang Yao would step in to mediate, providing flexibility and tact.

Fang Yao understood immediately and turned to Wang Xuesen with a smile.

"Young Master Wang even knows poetry?"

Wang Xuesen frankly said, "I don't know much about her; I mainly admire Ms. Miyako's talent."

Fang Yao was amused by his frankness and covered her mouth, saying, "Yako doesn't like philanderers."

The implication is that we are well aware of your reputation.

Wang Xuesen showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, he smiled and said, "Miss Fang is joking. I just want to learn from you, not propose marriage."

That's a brilliant way of saying something that uses minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

Fujita Hajime's brows relaxed slightly.

Bai Junqi's face turned even uglier... "Your real intention is not what you seem; nobody would believe you."

Wang Xuesen stopped wasting words and looked at Fujita Hajime seriously: "I, Xuesen, would like to see you. Please grant me permission, Section Chief."

Fujita was silent for a few seconds, then turned his head and whispered to Fang Yao in Japanese, "What do you think?"

Fang Yao leaned close to his ear and whispered in Japanese, "Let him see her. Don't you know what kind of person Miss is? She hates playboys the most. Let her see him once, and that will be enough to get rid of him. Wang Xuesen will then give up completely."

Fujita nodded slightly.

He put down his teacup, raised his hand and said, "Wait a moment, I'll have someone invite Masako down."

As he spoke, he beckoned to the maid waiting in the corridor and whispered a few instructions to her.

The maid responded and quickly went upstairs to the second floor.

The rooms on the second floor are softly lit.

Miyako was sitting at the table.

She held a stack of letters in her hands, the paper carrying a faint floral fragrance.

It was a letter from my pen pal, "My Dear One".

The font is round and plump.

The content is short, and it talks about everyday trivialities, but it is full of warmth and kindness.

Miyako read it over and over again, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

This person must be a gentle and sunny man.

He is in Shanghai.

I have no idea what he's doing right now.

Is anyone else reading her reply, just like you?

Miyako carefully folded the letter, held it in both hands, and pressed it firmly against her chest.

She closed her eyes, quietly feeling the lingering warmth of the letter.

My heart is beating a little fast.

dong dong dong.

The knocking interrupted her.

The maid pushed open the door and bowed, saying, "Miss, a Mr. Wang from apartment 76 has come downstairs. He says he would like to ask you for advice on poetry. The section chief has asked you to go down and meet him."

No. 76?

Miyako's expression instantly turned cold.

She had heard of that place; it was a den of iniquity where traitors and executioners gathered.

Do people who work in such places have the right to talk about poetry?

She put the letter in the drawer and locked it, saying in a flat tone, "I won't see it."

The maid hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Miss, this Mr. Wang is a friend of Captain Okamura. The section chief thinks you'd better meet him."

Miyako pursed her lips.

Captain Okamura was my father's superior, and his reputation couldn't be ignored.

She sighed helplessly, stood up from the chair, and tidied her hair in front of the mirror.

Today she was wearing a simple, plain-colored kimono, with her sash loosely tied, and her long, black hair was pinned behind her ear with a white crescent-shaped hairpin.

She was not wearing makeup or any jewelry.

She pushed open the door and walked out of the room, descending the wooden stairs step by step.

A slight creaking sound from the stairs reached the hall.

Everyone looked up.

The moment Miyako walked into the hall, Wang Xuesen's gaze fell on her.

Her slender figure was wrapped in a plain kimono, her shoulders were narrow, and her waist moved with a lightness unique to young girls.

Her face was slightly chubby, and her skin was fair with a rosy glow. She wore no makeup, yet her clean skin was so captivating that it was impossible to look away.

Miyako's features are quite different from those of typical Japanese women. Her eyes and brows have a delicate and bright quality, and just sitting down next to her, you can smell the unique fragrance of a young girl.

Wang Xuesen sniffed slightly.

Clean.

Virgin!

The word popped into his head.

She is a completely different type from Wanjia.

Although Wanjia was a virgin before, she was already married.