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  “Impressive, Doctor,” Fatty was startled. “How did you evehat?”

  Putting down his coffee cup, Jiang g looked at Fatty and asked, “What are your thoughts?”

  Fatty’s expression tensed slightly but quickly returo normal. “Doctor, I remember we discussed this before,” he hinted, “during the mission.”

  “At that time, you said this item might be key to solving the mission.”

  “Go on,” Jiang g took a sip of coffee. “I’m listening.”

  “But I ’t uand… If someone among them had clues, then why was there a total wipeout?” Fatty’s eyes revealed a trace of doubt. “Is this mission too hard? Or are we wrong in our assumptions?”

  To Fatty, there was no fual differeween the first and seissions. Without the Duidance, he would’ve needed more than three extra lives just to survive.

  “Doctor, to be ho, I think our teammates this time were pretty extraordinary,” Fatty’s eyes turned distant, as if caught in memories. “Yu Wen, Zhang Yinyin, and that…”

  He raised two fio his eyes, his face twitg slightly. “That Zhen Jianren… He could even harm himself… so ruthless.”

  Jiang g’s expression didn’t ge, leaving Fatty uo gauge his thoughts.

  In front of him, Fatty had always felt like a bnk ste. But this mission made him realize how he’d overestimated himself; “a piece of discarded paper” might be a more accurate description.

  A strahought crept into his mind, that the Jiang g in nightmares was his true self, while the one before him was merely a puppet dressed as a doctor.

  As Fatty pondered, Jiang g looked up, direg his gaze toward the door.

  Seds ter, Fatty heard the sound of footsteps.

  The footsteps were crisp, the sharp sound of high heels hitting a marble floor.

  “Click, click, click.”

  The footsteps paused at the door, followed by three rhythmically spaced knocks.

  The person outside didn’t seem abrupt.

  On the trary, they exuded siy and courtesy.

  “e in,” Jiang g said.

  As the door opened, sunlight streamed in, slightly dazzling Fatty. Against the light, he could only make out a faint silhouette.

  Gradually, as his eyes adjusted, Fatty was taken aback.

  From the bottom up, the first thiiced air of slender, straight legs.

  The legs weren’t just long and slim but practically radiant.

  The person wore silver, gem-studded high heels, their light casting fragmented refles across the room.

  “Dr. Jiang,” the person spoke, her gentle voice as soft as water. “Our boss has invited you over.”

  It was a young woman, dressed as a secretary in her early twenties.

  A white blouse, a very short bck business skirt, with bck-rimmed gsses framing her face. Her expression held a subtle smile—intelligent, yet alluring.

  Fatty suddenly remembered where he’d seen her before—when Pi Ruan brother had visited.

  She i Ruan’s secretary!

  “Miss Lin,” Jiang g didn’t even stand up, simply looked at her and said, “I remember the birthday ba is tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow is the official event,” replied Miss Lin, bowing slightly. “Today, we’re only hosting some special guests. Mr. Pi hopes Dr. Jiang would honor us with his presence.”

  Her light makeup atuated her eyes, and every smile and movement seemed to captivate Fatty’s soul. He swallowed hard, imagining the pleasures enjoyed by Pi Ruan.

  He felt a pang ret.

  Perhaps the old dy Liu Niuma, whom the Doctor oroduced him to, wasn’t so bad. Though older and somewhat ill, she seemed like a potential partner for life.

  “Apologies, Miss Lin, but I still have a patient ing in shortly,” Jiang g’s voice was calm, even tinged with a hint of indifference.

  Staring at him in surprise, Fatty thought, “Is this really the Doctor, or has he been repced by one of the ghosts from the mission?”

  But Miss Lin seemed to have anticipated Jiang g’s excuse, smiling as she said, “Mr. Pi expresses his deep apologies for disrupting your work.” She paused, then added, “It won’t be for nothing. There’s a red envelope.”

  In the sed, Jiang g stood up, shrugging off his wrinkled jacket and swiftly donning a suit.

  While walking, he tied his tie and said, “I couldn’t care less about Mr. Pi’s good iions, but since Miss Lin came to fetch me personally, I have no reason to refuse.”

  Under Fatty’s shocked gaze, Jiang g casually pced his left hand around Miss Lin’s waist.

  Who knew what he whispered in her ear, but her earlobes turned red with ughter.

  The two left, chatting closely, arm in arm.

  Fatty stood alo the door, watg with a plex expression as a blue supercar sped away, revving its engine, giving him a sense of déjà vu.

  After a long moment, Fatty stood by the phone, with a thick, open medical record on the desk in front of him.

  “Ouyang Guifang…”

  Swallowing hard, he shakily dialed the first number. As he waited, he felt a spark of hope for a new life.

  The su in the west.

  By the time Jiang g returned, fully sated from food and drink, night had fallen pletely.

  In the dim light, Fatty sat alone on the sofa, hunched over, his figure appearing rge and pitiable.

  There was no smell of food in the room; since Jiang g left, Fatty haden. Ribs, fish, and other dishes sat untouched in the fridge.

  Only one mp was on in the room.

  Jiang g walked over, turning on the desk mp, then removed his cologne-sted suit and hung it on the rack.

  Suddenly realizing something, he paused, took the suit off the hanger, balled it up, pced it in a bag, and stuffed it in the desk drawer.

  Jiang g let out a long sigh after this.

  Fatty hadn’t initiated any versation, so Jiang g walked over and sat beside him. After a moment, he g the desk and asked with hidden meaning, “Couldn’t reach her?”

  Feeling down, Fatty didn’t even care to react with surprise, especially sihe medical record—detailing a wealthy woman’s dition and preferences—y wide open on Jiang g’s desk.

  Ah eyes could see it.

  Fatty hung his head, still silent.

  There was a kno the door. Jiang g stood up to open it, and a man holding five or six bags stepped inside.

  “Mr. Jiang?” The man g his order slip for firmation.

  “That’s me,” Jiang g aking the bags and pg them oable before Fatty.

  “I ordered some seafood,” Jiang g said. “Have something to eat.”

  (End of the Chapter)

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