This is in the luxurious suite of a five-star hotel in Jiangzhou.

The thick velvet curtains were drawn tight, not a ray of light could penetrate. A faint humming came from the central air conditioning, and the floor lamp cast a warm and gentle glow. The air was thick with an atmosphere of intimacy.

Qiao Liang, wearing his pajamas, leaned against the wide and soft headboard, his hands crossed over his small abdomen, watching Ye Xin Yi walk out of the bathroom like he was admiring his prey.

This usually aloof and elegant beauty was now meek and demure, wearing a pink yukata with her damp hair casually draped over her shoulders.

The young wife's yukata neckline revealed a patch of whiteness, with two beautiful curves faintly visible. Below the curves were two plump mounds, and her long, rounded legs peeked out from under the hem of her nightgown. Her whole body exuded an alluringly mature charm.

Qiao Liang's eyes were dazed, his heart pounding like a drum, a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen. The beautiful woman before him was the "flower" of Jiangzhou Daily, a talented and renowned reporter. Countless men had fantasized about her, longing to possess her.

But at this moment, she was about to become the prey beneath her own feet.

Looking at Ye Xinyi's humiliated and helpless expression, Qiao Liang felt a surge of immense satisfaction in his heart.

If she hadn't defeated Ye Xinyi in the interview to become the deputy editor-in-chief and head of the reporters department, would Ye Xinyi, who usually treated her with aloofness, be so obedient?

Faced with the reality pressing down on her, this woman, even though she inwardly resisted a thousand times, dared not utter a single word of refusal. She had no choice but to obey the summons and obediently come here.

The more Qiao Liang thought about it, the more pleased he became, and the hotter his stomach felt. The heat made his breathing heavy, panting like a calf.

"Take off—"

Qiao Liang heard his own voice a little hoarse, and trembling. The hoarseness came from nervousness and excitement, the trembling from the conquest and drive of desire.

Ye Xinyi bit her tender lips tightly, her eyelids trembled, her fair complexion flushed a delicate red, with a hint of bitterness. She reached out with trembling hands towards the sash of her yukata...

The yukata slid down slowly, and at this moment, in Qiao Liang's eyes, what was sliding down wasn't the yukata, but the complete breach of this woman's last defense.

As the yukata slid to the ankles of the young woman, a graceful curve revealed a beautiful mermaid with delicate white flowers adorning her.

Qiao Liang's eyes widened instantly, swallowing hard, staring at the naked mermaid who reluctantly but had to obey. He could no longer hold back his intense impulse and pulled Ye Xinyi onto the bed...

“Ah…” The woman seemed startled, instinctively resisting for a few moments, her tender arms like jade swaying back and forth, her hot body twisting and turning, but then she was engulfed by Qiao Liang’s frenzy…

"Bang bang bang…"

He was enjoying himself thoroughly when suddenly a rude knocking sound broke through his dream, startling Qiao Liang awake.

Joe jolted awake in bed, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding, and his legs trembling.

Look around, where's the luxurious suite of a five-star hotel, where are the beautiful women? You clearly lie in your bedroom at home. The door is open, the bedside lamp is on, and there are materials for tomorrow's job interview beside your pillow.

Holy crap, it was all a dream!

Spring dreams leave no trace.

qiao Liang sadly touched his head, what a pity, the dream just now was so real, especially Ye Xinyi's charming figure, the warm touch, made him...

"Bang bang bang..." The rough knocking came again.

Joe glanced at the time, 11:30 PM. He couldn't help but be annoyed. Damn it, who the hell would knock on the door in the middle of the night, interrupting his good dream? He had finally managed to conquer Ye Xinyi once in his dream, but it was ruined just like that.

Suddenly, I wondered if my wife Zhang Mei had returned from a business trip unexpectedly and forgotten her house keys?

Zhang Mei works at the City Broadcasting Bureau. Recently, she's been very busy and frequently gets reassigned. Sometimes, she's away for half a month or more.

Joe Liang was dumbfounded as he opened the door. He stood there, speechless, staring at three strangers standing before him: a woman in front and two men behind her. Their expressions were all serious.

"What are you... doing?" Qiao Liang was a little dumbfounded.

The woman in the front had short, ear-length hair and fair skin. She was wearing a black suit and high heels, looking to be around 37 or 8 years old. She had a slender figure and elegant bearing, exuding the charm of a mature woman, but her expression was very cold.

The woman looked Qiao Liang up and down. Seeing the tent propped up under his pajamas, her heart skipped a beat, her brows furrowed. This boy must have been having some kind of spring dream just now.

"Are you Qiao Liang, the head of the office at Jiangzhou Daily?" The woman's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable aura of pressure.

Qiao Liang nodded. "Yes, I'm Qiao Liang, you are..."

The woman flashed her ID card in Qiao Liang's face, leaving no room for doubt. "City Discipline Inspection Commission, Room 3, case handling. Qiao Liang, please come with us."

Joe was suddenly wide awake, his eyelids twitching. "Damn it, how did they find me?"

"Please, I... what did I do wrong?" Qiao Liang stammered.

"You know exactly what's going on. Now, put your clothes on and come with us immediately." The woman's voice was harsh, leaving no room for negotiation.

Seeing the situation, Qiao Liang knew it was useless to talk. He quickly went back upstairs to put on his clothes and followed them downstairs. They got into a black sedan, with the woman in the passenger seat and two young men flanking him in the backseat.

A black car drove out of the residential area, no one knew where it was going. Everyone remained silent.

Qiao Liang's heart was filled with both anxiety and apprehension at this moment. He had a job interview tomorrow, and all this commotion would likely delay things.

In recent days, Qiao Liang participated in the public recruitment examination organized by Jiangzhou City, applying for the deputy editor-in-chief position at a newspaper. He came first in the written exam among over 300 candidates.

Also applying for this position is Ye Xinyi, the head of the newspaper's reporting department. Her exam score was 0.5 points lower than Qiao Liang's, placing her in second place. The third place went to a section chief from the city's Culture Bureau, who scored 4 points less than Qiao Liang. All three qualified for tomorrow's face-to-face interview. Because the difference between the third-place score and the top two was significant, the competition mainly focused on Qiao Liang and Ye Xinyi.

Joe Leung and Ye Xinyi's relationship was average at best, even bordering on hostile. It wasn't because of any personal conflict between them, but rather due to the discord between Li Youwei, the party secretary and editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and Wen Yuan, the chief editor.

This time, Qiao Liang and Ye Xinyi applied for the position of deputy editor-in-chief. They received support from Li Youwei and Wen Yuan respectively. They both hope to increase their own people in the newspaper's management team.

For this interview, Qiao Liang was determined to win and intended to defeat Ye Xinyi in the interview, surpassing her and reaching the position of Deputy Editor-in-Chief.

Qiao Liang calculated perfectly, once he became the deputy editor-in-chief, he must be in charge of the reporter department, then Ye Xinyi would be his subordinate. He wouldn't be afraid that she wouldn't listen to him.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, I was suddenly taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission in the middle of the night.

Qiao Liang's heart was pounding with fear. He hadn't committed any serious disciplinary offenses that would warrant such a response. Could this be related to someone else's problem?

Who else could it be?

First published on Traditional Chinese Novel Network

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