The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

The document prominently displayed the words "Daxia has achieved a major breakthrough in the independent research and development of cutting-edge weapons," accompanied by a photo of Huang Feipeng looking triumphant. This was undoubtedly a great irony for Hou Liangping, who was determined to bring down Huang Feipeng.

"Liangping, don't worry. We've already reported this to Secretary Zhong, and I'm sure he'll stand up for us," Zhong Xiaoai, sitting opposite us, quickly advised.

"Make decisions? What decisions can he make? Huang Feipeng is now a national hero, who would dare to touch him?!" Hou Liangping said angrily, his eyes bloodshot, and he looked much more haggard.

Since the failed attempt to capture Huang Feipeng, Hou Liangping has been trying to find evidence of his crimes, but to no avail. On the contrary, Huang Feipeng's power and prestige have grown, which has made Hou Liangping feel extremely frustrated and powerless.

“Liangping, I know you’re upset, but we can’t lose our composure right now. The more we need to be, the calmer we need to be to find a way to deal with Huang Feipeng.” Zhong Xiaoai stepped forward, gently put her arm around Hou Liangping’s shoulder, and softly comforted him.

Feeling Zhong Xiaoai's gentleness, Hou Liangping's anger subsided slightly. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "You're right, I was too impulsive. Now is not the time to break ties with Huang Feipeng. I need to think of another way..."

"It's good that you understand." Zhong Xiaoai smiled gently and stroked Hou Liangping's face. "I believe that good will prevail over evil, and one day we will bring Huang Feipeng to justice."

Just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open roughly, and a tall, stern-faced man walked in. It was Zhao Shanhe.

"Hey, isn't this Director Hou? Why do you look so haggard? Did that brat Huang Feipeng upset you again?" Zhao Shanhe looked at Hou Liangping with a mocking expression, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Zhao Shanhe, what are you doing here?" Hou Liangping's face darkened again when he saw Zhao Shanhe.

"Of course I'm here to congratulate you. I heard that Huang Feipeng is a great hero now. You, who are so eager to catch him, are going to be driven to your death by anger, aren't you?" Zhao Shanhe laughed loudly, his tone full of schadenfreude.

"You..." Hou Liangping was so angry that he trembled all over, but he was speechless. He could only glare fiercely at Zhao Shanhe, wishing he could tear him to pieces with his eyes.

"Alright, I won't waste any more words with you. I'm here today to tell you that the Zhao family can't touch Huang Feipeng, but..." Zhao Shanhe said, his gaze falling on Zhong Xiaoai, a lewd glint in his eyes, "...this Miss Zhong, I could 'take care' of her for you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Shanhe reached out and grabbed Zhong Xiaoai's face.

As soon as Zhao Shanhe finished speaking, Zhong Xiaoai's face turned pale instantly. She subconsciously stepped back, but Zhao Shanhe grabbed her wrist.

"What are you doing?!" Zhong Xiaoai was both shocked and furious. She struggled with all her might, but she couldn't budge Zhao Shanhe an inch.

"Xiao Ai, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Zhao Shanhe had a nauseating smile on his face, and his eyes seemed to want to devour Zhong Xiao Ai alive.

"Zhao Shanhe, let go of my wife!" Hou Liangping's eyes widened in fury at the sight, and he rushed forward, trying to snatch Zhong Xiaoai back from Zhao Shanhe's grasp.

"You?!" Zhao Shanhe sneered, then slapped Hou Liangping across the face with his backhand. The force of the slap knocked Hou Liangping to the ground, and a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"Liangping!" Zhong Xiaoai exclaimed in surprise, looking at Hou Liangping lying on the ground with heartache, her eyes instantly reddening.

"Hahaha, Hou Liangping, why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror? You think you can fight me with your pathetic appearance?!" Zhao Shanhe laughed wildly, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.

"Zhao Shanhe, you've gone too far!" Hou Liangping struggled to get up from the ground, glaring at Zhao Shanhe with clenched fists, wishing he could tear him to pieces.

"I'll bully you, what can you do about it?!" Zhao Shanhe became even more arrogant, pulling Zhong Xiaoai into his arms and caressing her face wantonly with his other hand. "Xiaoai, as long as you behave, I promise I'll treat you a hundred times, a thousand times better than Hou Liangping..."

"You're dreaming!" Zhong Xiaoai abruptly turned her head, dodging Zhao Shanhe's groping hand, her eyes filled with disgust and anger. "Zhao Shanhe, let me tell you, you'll never get me in this lifetime!"

"Is that so? That's not up to you!" Zhao Shanhe was completely enraged by Zhong Xiaoai's words. He grabbed her by the neck and said viciously, "You won't listen to reason, so don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Zhao Shanhe, you dare to touch her!" Hou Liangping roared hysterically, his eyes bloodshot, as if he were a wild beast that had been provoked and might pounce on Zhao Shanhe and tear him to pieces at any moment.

"Hahaha, I'll touch her, what can you do to me?!" Zhao Shanhe had completely lost his mind. He pushed Zhong Xiaoai down onto the sofa and pressed his whole body against her.

The night wind was like a series of cold knives, mercilessly scraping against Hou Liangping's face. He walked aimlessly, his mind a jumble of images: Zhao Shanhe's repulsive face and Zhong Xiaoai's desperate eyes, choking him like a tangled mess.

"Why...why did this happen..." he murmured to himself, his voice carried away by the wind and disappearing into the empty street. A huge wave of grief and helplessness surged in his chest. He wanted to rush back and tear that beast Zhao Shanhe to pieces, but he knew even more clearly that there was nothing he could do now.

Zhong family.

In the empty living room, only Hou Liangping's lonely figure remained. He looked around; the luxurious furniture and cold decorations seemed to mock his incompetence and failure. Once, this was his and Zhong Xiaoai's love nest, where they had spent countless sweet nights together. Now, it had become a prison for him, and he was like a stray dog, ruthlessly driven away.

"I'm leaving!" He slammed the door shut, as if to leave all the humiliation and pain behind.

Wandering aimlessly down the street, Hou Liangping felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and loneliness.

He didn't know where he should go, what he should do, or even the meaning of his existence.

In his mind, Sophie's alluring face gradually became clear; her eyes sparkled, her red lips parted slightly, as if she were extending a silent invitation to him.

"Oh right, I also have her!"