On the second floor of Lin Yu Tea House, Chen Peng leaned back in the huanghuali wood armchair, adjusting himself to a comfortable position.

He watched the young Tea Girl in the cheongsam expertly performing the gongfu tea ceremony. His gaze drifted upwards, caught by the heart-shaped neckline of her cheongsam.

A snow-white globule seemed ready to burst forth from the neckline.

"Mr. Chen, here's your tea," the Tea Girl offered with both hands. As she bent forward, her buxom figure swayed with the cheongsam.

Chen Peng took the tea and set it down, then brusquely pulled her into his arms, rudely shoving his hand under her skirt, not knowing what he touched, causing the Tea Girl to softly cry out, her face flushed red.

Chen Peng let out a lecherous laugh, feeling something stirring in his crotch, freeing a hand to pull down his zipper.

Before he could take it out, the door to the private room suddenly opened.

Turning his head, Chen Peng saw a middle-aged man around the same age as himself.

"Just in time."

Chen Peng nonchalantly removed his hand from his crotch and let go of the Tea Girl.

Lowering her head, she quickly tidied herself and poured another cup of tea, placing it on the empty seat beside her.

The middle-aged man sat down, sipped the tea, and said to the Tea Girl, "You may leave."

After she left, the man asked, "How did the investigation go?"

"Couldn't find anything." Chen Peng sighed, "Lin Bin, that bastard, could really hide. He only has two properties under his name, and I checked everywhere but found nothing."

The man asked, "Didn't you get his woman? Didn't she know anything?"

"She knows nothing," Chen Peng shook his head. "Before Lin Bin died, they were getting ready for divorce, and he didn't tell her anything."

"He's been dead for a year, and we're still sitting pretty here. In my opinion, even if he did hide something, it wouldn't affect us."

The man disagreed. "Better safe than sorry. Lin Bin was a deep thinker, who knows if he passed something to someone else."

"You should try approaching his people, see if you can get them talking."

"Handle it yourself, I'm not getting involved."

Chen Peng was adamant. "We're safe and sound now. If I start digging, something might crop up – it's not worth it."

The man was silent for a few seconds, "Okay, I'll handle it."

Chen Peng asked, "Director Liang hasn't made any moves lately, has he?"

"I haven't dealt with him," replied Luo Yaowen, who was also a deputy director.

Chen Peng said, "Have dinner and drinks with Director Liang, he's new here and building his team. We should show we're aligned, so we'll be the first to know whatever he plans to do."

Luo Yaowen chuckled, "Director Liang isn't a fool. He's smart. Like Lin Bin, he's stubborn – our vibes don't match."

"Being too forward will make him suspect us."

Chen Peng saw the reason in this, "Let's let things take their natural course. We'll cooperate with him without drawing attention."

After chatting for over half an hour, Luo Yaowen left first.

The Tea Girl returned to the private room, her shy demeanor rekindling a suppressed lust in Chen Peng.

"Lock the door."

"Okay," a flutter passed through her heart, knowing his intentions.

She locked the door and walked over with her head down.

The more she acted shy, the hotter Chen Peng's desire burned.

Since he hooked up with Li Rong, the woman sought him out nearly every week.

He initially approached Li Rong to find out what Lin Bin had left, thinking he benefited, but who would have thought her lust was so insatiable.

He was not young anymore, while Li Rong was at the peak of her needs.

And he couldn't easily refuse her.

Although Li Rong looked good and had a nice figure, she was still over forty.

No matter how well-maintained, she couldn't compare to younger women.

Besides, after more than a year of indulgence, even the finest delicacies get tiresome.

Each time he got a room with her, it felt more like torture.

The Tea Girl walked to him. He stood, gave her a spank on her behind. She turned back, unwilling but complying, leaning over the tea table.

The cheongsam showcased her elegant curves, making Chen Peng's mouth water.

He lowered his trousers, lifted her cheongsam, just about to relish the allure of youth when his phone on the table abruptly buzzed.

He didn't want to bother, but the incessant buzzing disrupted his mood.

The call was from an unknown number.

Being a deputy director, whoever knew his number had to be significant.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Lin Bin's things are with me."

The caller uttered just that, but it wiped out Chen Peng's lust in a heartbeat.

He quickly composed himself, chuckling, "You dialed the wrong number."

The caller laughed, "Tonight at seven, Jufu Restaurant, Tian No.1 private room, Mr. Chen, don't be late."

Lowering the phone, Chen Peng's expression clouded.

The caller didn't mention consequences for not showing up.

He had no idea what they might be.

He only wished to know who the caller was and their intentions.

More crucially, how did they know he was seeking Lin Bin's belongings?

Unable to resist his growing paranoia, he glanced around, suddenly feeling like he was under surveillance.

The Tea Girl, still leaning on the table, puzzled by Mr. Chen's inaction, turned curiously, softly calling, "Mr. Chen?"

Ignoring her, Chen Peng zipped up and left.

Outside the tea house, he bypassed his car, finding a secluded spot in the parking lot, and dialed Luo Yaowen's number.

"Where are you?"

"Driving, what's up?"

"Come over, something's come up here."

"What is it?"

"Come over first, I'll talk face-to-face."

Detecting his serious tone, Luo Yaowen sensed it was something significant.

"Alright."

Soon, Luo Yaowen arrived.

As he exited the car, ready to speak, Chen Peng turned to leave.

He hesitated, but quickly followed.

Chen Peng bypassed the tea house, heading towards the distant greenery in the parking lot, stopping there.

"I just got a call..."

He narrated the recent events to Luo Yaowen.

Hissing, Luo Yaowen grasped the gravity of the situation.

"Should I go tonight?"

"Go!" Luo Yaowen said, "If the caller wants to meet, there's room for discussion. See if they want money or something else."

Chen Peng wondered, "What if they don't want money?"

Money was no issue.

They feared the caller might exploit the situation for life!

Luo Yaowen's eyes narrowed, "If not money... then find a way to eliminate them!"

"Bring your gun tonight."

Chen Peng's expression shifted, he hesitated, but eventually nodded, "Alright."

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