Guessing his boss had already watched the video, the private detective quickly explained the situation: "Boss Feng, you don't know, Secretary Zhuang's wife and son are simply treasures. I've been in this industry for over ten years, and this is the first time I've encountered such scumbags. Secretary Zhuang is truly miserable! The son he raised for fourteen years is not his biological son at all, but the son of a wealthy second-generation kid named Zhang Hu!"
Feng Ming gritted his teeth and said, "I know Zhang Hu."
"Do you know him? Then you can help Secretary Zhuang. This story has to start from more than ten years ago..."
This private detective is worthy of being a top expert in the industry. In just one week, he got to the bottom of Wu Qiqi and Wu Zirui's affair and took a lot of photos and videos.
While telling the melodramatic story, he sent the evidence he found to Feng Ming.
Feng Ming accepted the evidence with a gloomy face: there were nude photos of Wu Qiqi and Zhang Hu, nude photos of Wu Qiqi and Lu Jiangbai, a recording of Wu Qiqi and Wu Zirui plotting to seize Zhuang Li's property, a recording of Lu Jiangbai and Wu Qiqi plotting to force Zhuang Li to divorce, and so on.
With these things, Feng Ming would definitely be able to break up Mr. Dami's family, but he didn't feel a bit happy.
He simply couldn't imagine how painful it would be for Mr. Secretary to learn these unbearable truths.
He felt so much pain that his heart almost broke.
Feng Ming grabbed his car keys and quickly ran out of the office, asking hurriedly, "Where are Lu Jiangbai and Secretary Zhuang having dinner?"
The private detective gave the address, his tone anxious. "That day, when Lu Jiangbai met the girl, Wu Qiqi was waiting in the private room next to them. To avoid their two tables, I sat farther away, and the radio wasn't very clear, so I never knew what Lu Jiangbai and the girl said.
"When we were sorting through the materials today, a young lady in our office who knows lip reading figured it out and amplified the sound effects of the video. That's when we realized Secretary Zhuang was in danger. We were also on our way to the hotel, so we didn't know if we could make it in time."
Feng Ming immediately cut off the call and rushed to the hotel at full speed.
At the same time, Zhuang Li had already drunk the red wine mixed with drugs, and fell into the sofa with his hand on his forehead.
Lu Jiangbai called him a few times, but seeing that he was dazed and didn't respond, he paid the bill and left.
A little later, a woman dressed in vulgar clothes helped Zhuang Li up and took him to the elevator, which took him to the 18th floor. Zhuang Li cooperated throughout the entire process, but after entering the guest room, he suddenly pushed the woman onto the balcony and closed the glass door.
The woman was startled and hurried to open the door, but saw that Zhuang Li had quickly locked it.
He doesn't have any Chinese medicine at all, he's just pretending!
Thinking of the remaining balance, the woman got anxious and slammed the door with her bag, only to find that the door was made of toughened glass, which was very strong. She had no tools and no strength, so she couldn't get out for a while.
This deal is going to fail!
The woman pointed at Zhuang Li's nose and cursed.
Zhuang Li pushed his sweat-soaked hair back and breathed heavily. He had indeed taken the medicine, and his body was truly unwell. Right now, every vein in his body was coursing with molten lust.
7480 looked at the small dark room that had been transformed into a sauna and said with emotion, "Master, you're really working too hard."
"If I don't fight, when will I be able to eat meat?" Zhuang Li took off his glasses and chuckled through gritted teeth.
He pulled the balcony curtains to hide the distorted face of the escort, then took out his phone and called Feng Ming. He said in a hoarse voice, "Is this Mr. Feng? I feel something is wrong with my body. Can you come and help me?"
Feng Ming's anxious voice immediately emerged from the microphone: "I'll be there soon! Hang on! Only five more minutes!"
"Okay, I'll wait for you." Zhuang Li hung up the phone, shook his head and sighed, "He didn't ask me where I was or what happened, he just said he'd be there soon. After all these years, he's still so stupid, and he never knows how to cover up his bad deeds."
7480 complained: "At this critical moment, if he still remembers to act, then he may have been possessed by someone. It is impossible for him to be so evil, even in several lifetimes."
Zhuang Li held his forehead and chuckled. Although his mind was dizzy, he was in a peaceful and happy mood.
He put his glasses on the bedside table, slowly took off his suit jacket, untied his silk tie, kicked off his leather shoes and socks, and walked into the bathroom barefoot wearing only a white shirt and a pair of suit trousers.
The call girl was still banging on the door, and the banging sounds were the best soundtrack.
Zhuang Li stood under the shower, turned on the cold water, and doused himself in it. He pulled the hem of his shirt out of his pants, then propped himself up against the glass door with both hands, breathing lightly.
The drug made every inch of his skin extremely hot and sensitive. The water droplets falling on it aroused tremors and an indescribable desire.
The corners of his eyes, cheeks, and lips were all stained with a touch of passionate color, making his already handsome face appear a little strange. At this moment, he looked less like a human and more like a fairy formed from condensed water droplets.
Feng Ming forced the waiter to open the door and hurried into the bathroom following the sound of water, and saw this scene.
He was completely stunned.
The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, "Is the guest okay? If not, I'll leave."
Feng Ming said that his friend liked to jump around when he was drunk and was likely to fall off the balcony, so the hotel agreed to open the door.
Feng Ming immediately used his body to block the extremely handsome Mr. Da Mi.
The waiter was a straight man. He just glanced at me and left.
The escort locked on the balcony was already exhausted and didn't pound on the door, missing a good opportunity to be released. When she heard the noise and continued to pound, Feng Ming ignored her.
He stared at Mr. Da Mi standing under the water without blinking, and a dry and burning heat gradually rose in his throat.
The white shirt and black pants, soaked by the water, clung tightly to his skin, outlining the lithe curves of Mr. Big Secretary's body. He was leaning against the glass door, panting rapidly. The cold water couldn't quench the burning sensation in his body, causing his fair skin to slowly bleed.
He raised his head, revealing the narrow corners of his eyes dyed red. His radiant eyes swept across gently, instantly capturing Feng Ming's soul.
Feng Ming stood there extremely stiffly, but his heart was beating faster and harder than ever, almost exploding with pain.
He had never seen such a scene in his dreams.
Zhuang Li was looking at Feng Ming, his flushed face expressionless, as if he was trying to identify something.
Feng Ming looked at him helplessly, his head spinning. He didn't even know who had taken the drug.
"Help me take off my clothes. It's uncomfortable to shower like this." After a few seconds, Zhuang Li said in a hoarse voice after making sure that the person who came could ensure his safety.
"Oh, oh!" Feng Ming walked over cautiously, kicked off his leather shoes casually, and came under the shower in his neat suit.
His body also needs to be washed with cold water, otherwise it will be burned to ashes sooner or later.
He unbuttoned Mr. Secretary's buttons one by one with his trembling fingertips, and slowly helped him take off his wet, translucent shirt.
The jade-colored skin was completely exposed to the light, shining with a lustrous luster; the water droplets were evaporated into wisps of white mist by the scorching body temperature, making this person who was already extremely beautiful appear even more unreal.
He leaned against the glass door like a wounded animal.
Feng Ming fell into a state of chaos, not knowing whether the beautiful scenery before him was real or his own fantasy.
He stood there, holding the dripping shirt.
Zhuang Li glanced back at him and said through the thin mist, "Hold me up, I can't stand anymore."
Feng Ming quickly threw away his shirt and hugged the smooth, flexible, and hot body in his arms.
At this moment, he began to regret why he had dressed so neatly. However, even with a layer of cloth between them, when his arms tightly wrapped around the woman's slender waist, he was still trembling with excitement.
This was exactly the scene he had dreamed of.
"Do you feel better now?" Feng Ming asked in a hoarse voice, putting his ear close to Mr. Da Mi's ear.
Zhuang Li leaned back and rested all his weight in Feng Ming's arms.
Feng Ming was suppressing his emotions that were on the verge of getting out of control; his heart and body were undergoing a double test.
However, something even more unbearable happened. Mr. Big Secretary actually...
Feng Ming stared at the movements of his hands, his eyes gradually turning red.
Damn it! Luckily he came quickly! Otherwise, I would have regretted it forever!
Outside the bathroom, a woman banged on the door. Inside, the sound of dripping water and Mr. Secretary's rapid breathing intertwined.
Feng Ming had solidified into a piece of stone. Apart from staring intently and supporting without complaint, he did not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.
The reality is more thrilling than his imagination!
It’s really killing me!
When Feng Ming took a deep breath, the door outside was suddenly opened. Lu Jiangbai led Wu Qiqi into the bathroom aggressively, and then they both froze.
I saw two grown men standing in a narrow shower room, one in front and one behind, taking a cold shower. One of them only took off his shirt, while the other was wearing a full suit. The imagined obscene scene did not happen at all.
Zhuang Li's blurry eyes gradually regained some clarity. He raised his head and looked towards the door.
Lu Jiangbai, who was filming with his phone, snapped out of his daze and said in disbelief, "Zhuang Li, you're actually gay? You're a marriage fraud?"
Wu Qiqi immediately understood what he meant and started screaming, "What are you doing? Zhuang Li, you're so disgusting! You actually went to a hotel and checked into a room with a man! If you like men, why did you marry me? Do you know how hard I've been through these years? No wonder you never slept with me after the child was born! You don't like women at all! You deceived me so badly! I want to divorce you!"
She pointed at Zhuang Li's nose and threatened: "I must tell Rui Rui about this and let him know what kind of person his father is! Zhuang Li, are you disgusting?"
She knew that being hated by his son must be Zhuang Li's greatest fear. After using this trick, he would be thrown into disarray and beg for mercy. To prevent his son from knowing his shameful deeds, he would agree to any request she made.
However, the reality was completely different from what she imagined.
Zhuang Li seemed oblivious to the threat and gently broke free from Feng Ming's embrace, continuing to hold the glass door with both hands as he stood under the water. He needed to rinse off the stickiness.
Feng Ming, however, did not have his calmness or good temper. He strode out of the shower room and slapped Wu Qiqi hard on the cheek.
"Who cheated on whose marriage? I'm going to make it clear with you today! Just wait, I'm going to call Zhang Hu over for a confrontation! Fuck you, bitch! Go ahead and make a fuss, I'll make sure you end up with nothing!" Feng Ming picked up the phone on the sink and quickly dialed Zhang Hu's number.
They were both idle and unemployed, and both had spent many years in Country M. They often went out together, so their relationship was naturally very close. Just one phone call and Zhang Hu would come over immediately.
Wu Qiqi never expected that this unusually tall man was actually Zhang Hu's friend, and seemed to know the relationship between her and Zhang Hu. She was stunned.
Lu Jiangbai was also confused. It was bizarre enough that Feng Ming was involved, but why was Zhang Hu involved? They were both well-known playboys in the second-generation circle, but one was a playboy with women, and the other was a wanderer.
Feng Ming quickly dialed Zhang Hu's number and pressed the speakerphone button.
Wu Qiqi didn't believe the man in front of her actually knew a top-tier wealthy second-generation like Zhang Hu, so she didn't try to stop him. In her opinion, anyone who associated with a loser like Zhuang Li was likely a loser themselves.
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