Zhang Wenhai saw the stunningly beautiful and alluring Tan Chengcheng at the door and immediately rushed over to greet her.
"Miss Tan, you're here! Please, come in! Warden Li Ming of Black Mountain Prison is already inside. We’re all on the same side here… Don’t worry, your sister’s matter is in my hands!"
Zhang Wenhai fawned over Tan Chengcheng so eagerly that she nearly burst out laughing. Warden Li Ming was inside? Then who was standing behind her?
Even Li Ming himself was struggling to hold back his laughter.
Li Ming is inside? Then who am I?
But since he was playing the role of a deaf-mute, he couldn’t laugh out loud. Suppressing his amusement, he followed Tan Chengcheng into the room.
Li Ming’s presence surprised Zhang Wenhai, who cautiously asked Tan Chengcheng, "And this friend is…?"
Tan Chengcheng glanced at Li Ming, took a deep breath, and introduced him.
"Director Zhang, this is my cousin. He’s currently my driver and is deaf-mute. He insisted on coming to pick me up later since he was worried about me. Don’t worry—he left his hearing aid in the car and can’t hear a word we’re saying!"
"Ah! Oh, I see! Cousin, hello! Please, come in…"
After a brief moment of confusion, Zhang Wenhai quickly regained his composure and led the two to the dining table inside.
Just then, a man dressed almost identically to Zhang Wenhai emerged from the restroom—wearing a black administrative jacket, his hair slicked back, shiny leather shoes, and a protruding belly that made him look like someone who had long abused his power. His heavy breathing resembled a pig’s snort.
As soon as the man stepped out, Zhang Wenhai introduced him.
"Little Li, this is Tan Qingqing’s older sister, Tan Chengcheng! Let’s sit down, haha! We can talk over dinner. Little Li and I are as close as brothers—I personally promoted him. That’s why I told you only I can handle your sister’s case!" Zhang Wenhai patted Little Li’s shoulder and boasted to Tan Chengcheng.
Playing along, Tan Chengcheng immediately replied, "Director Zhang, you’re truly extraordinary. My sister’s fate rests entirely in your hands."
Pleased, Zhang Wenhai nodded and poured a full glass of baijiu, handing it to Tan Chengcheng.
"Miss Tan, since this is your first meeting with Little Li, you should toast Warden Li! Ask him to take good care of your sister. If he shows some leniency during the procedural period, your sister’s time in prison will be much easier…" Zhang Wenhai narrowed his eyes suggestively.
Tan Chengcheng understood his implication. She wasn’t afraid of what might happen if she got drunk—after all, Li Ming was by her side—but she had a low alcohol tolerance. Downing this entire glass of baijiu in one go would leave her completely incapacitated.
Still, remembering Li Ming’s secret recording plan, she gritted her teeth and raised the glass.
"Warden Li, since this is our first meeting, I’ll toast you. Please take care of my sister…" With that, she downed the entire glass in one gulp.
Zhang Wenhai was delighted and immediately refilled her glass.
"Miss Tan, your sister’s case… well, it could be simple, or it could be harder than scaling the heavens! Pulling this off is definitely illegal. Given the risks we’re taking, don’t you think you should show some appreciation?"
He pushed the glass toward her again, his meaning clear.
Already dizzy from the first glass, Tan Chengcheng clenched her jaw and picked it up once more.
"Director Zhang is right. As a woman with little to offer, I’ll drink to that!"
She emptied the glass again without leaving a drop.
Now thoroughly intoxicated, Tan Chengcheng swayed unsteadily before collapsing into her chair.
Zhang Wenhai was thrilled but poured yet another glass.
"Miss Tan, what a capacity for liquor! Don’t worry—freeing your sister is as good as done! Just drink this last glass, and tomorrow I’ll arrange for her to be released on bail pending trial. No need for her to suffer in prison any longer…"
Li Ming was seething inside. Zhang Wenhai had gone too far—forcing Tan Chengcheng to drink two full glasses while neither he nor Little Li had taken a single sip.
If she drank another, she’d be out cold!
Just as Li Ming was about to intervene, Tan Chengcheng suddenly mustered her strength and grabbed his hand to stop him. Then, in a flash, she snatched the glass and downed it.
Three glasses of baijiu later, Tan Chengcheng was completely drunk, slumped in her chair with glazed eyes and flushed cheeks. Her flawless makeup and the rosy hue on her face made her look like a blooming flower—so tempting that one couldn’t resist plucking, crushing, and devouring her.
Li Ming’s heart ached at the sight.
Meanwhile, Zhang Wenhai was overjoyed that Tan Chengcheng had drunk herself into oblivion with little persuasion.
But there was still the matter of Li Ming, the "deaf-mute" at the table.
His eyes gleamed as he shot a meaningful glance at Little Li.
Understanding the signal, Little Li took a sip of baijiu, pretended to stagger, and approached Li Ming.
Slapping an arm around his shoulders, he slurred, "Brother, I’ve had too much to drink—gotta piss. Help me to the restroom!"
Zhang Wenhai watched Li Ming closely for any reaction.
Seeing no change in Li Ming’s expression—only a look of confusion—he relaxed slightly.
Seems he really is deaf and mute.
With lust clouding his judgment, Zhang Wenhai could hardly wait to claim this alluring beauty for himself. He spoke openly.
"He can’t hear or speak. Just drag him into the restroom and lock the door. I’ll carry the woman next door. If he gets frantic looking for Tan Chengcheng, stall him for half an hour—that’s all I need. A mute can’t call the cops. By the time he reaches the station, I’ll be done with her. And when Tan Chengcheng wakes up tomorrow, she won’t dare talk. If she wants to save her sister, she’ll have to obey me! Hah! I’ll take her virginity and wipe that haughty look off her face!"
Zhang Wenhai laughed heartily but kept his eyes locked on Li Ming, searching for any sign of comprehension.
But he was doomed to disappointment. Though Li Ming heard every word, his expression remained blank—just a confused deaf-mute babbling nonsense at Little Li’s drunken antics.
Finally convinced, Zhang Wenhai let out a sinister chuckle and turned his gaze to the unconscious Tan Chengcheng.
Her body was pressed against the chair, her tight qipao straining against her full chest while her slender waist seemed almost too delicate to grasp. Her long legs were crossed to the side, her porcelain thighs glowing under the light—so radiant it hurt his eyes.
He couldn’t wait to tear them apart and see what lay beneath.
Recalling how Tan Chengcheng had rudely walked out on him last time, only to now fall right into his hands—Zhang Wenhai was beyond thrilled.
Middle age had already left him feeling trapped, and at his age, things were even more dire. He’d lost interest in the "tigress" at home years ago. Even when he went out to indulge in the nightlife, the pretty girls at the clubs, despite their best efforts, could only barely stir a flicker of his youthful vigor.
But Tan Chengcheng was different. From the first moment he saw her, that figure-hugging white dress had been seared into his mind. Just thinking about it now sent a jolt of excitement through him.
And her demeanor—it reminded him of that unattainable "white moonlight" from his youth, the one who got away.
For her, he was willing to take risks. He had to have Tan Chengcheng. If only that bastard Li Ming from Black Mountain Prison had cooperated, he might’ve even pulled some strings to get her sister out. Who knows? Maybe out of gratitude, Tan Chengcheng would have given herself to him, finally fulfilling the longing he’d carried for decades.
What a shame…
He waved a hand at his potbelly and barked an order.
"Drag that kid into the restroom and lock him in! You—go in there with him and keep him under control. I’ll call you out when I’m done. Hurry up! I can’t wait any longer! This little beauty is finally mine—hahaha!"
Zhang Wenhai rubbed his hands together, claws at the ready, seconds away from making his move on Tan Chengcheng.
Just then…
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