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Looking at Wu Liangdong's expression, Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I just asked Young Master Wu for a favor. If it's inconvenient, then forget it. By the way, I heard that the Wu Squad is about to be reinstated. Once you remove that bracket, I'll treat you to a meal." After saying this, Zhang Yang stood up and prepared to leave.
"Brother, you're being too serious!" Wu Liangdong finally spoke up. In fact, that girl was just a model he was keeping; he was basically tired of her but couldn't swallow his pride. If he didn't back down now, he would offend both Zhang Yang and Wang Siyuan. Wang Siyuan had the backing of the Criminal Police Team Leader Cheng Lianhao, while Zhang Yang was supported by Shen Zhiyu. It wasn't worth it to create so much trouble over a girl. To deal with Zhang Yang, he needed to plan carefully; he couldn't rush it. Once he got to Shanzhou, Xiao Hansheng would still be there waiting.
"I can't not give my brother face," Wu Liangdong chuckled. "If you say it's over, then it's over. But you owe me a favor now, and that needs to be repaid."
"Hahaha..." Zhang Yang and Wang Siyuan laughed together. "Young Master Wu has connections in Haizhou; I don't know when I'll be able to repay this favor." Zhang Yang raised his glass and downed it in one go. He thought to himself: Wu Liangdong must be eliminated at the right opportunity; he's really not worth dealing with.
At the same time, Wu Liangdong was thinking the same thing about Zhang Yang.
Everyone had their own thoughts, and the dinner party quickly dispersed. Afterward, Zhang Yang called Li Yifeng to inform him that everything was fine and gave him a few reminders. Li Yifeng was extremely grateful and kept thanking him. If his previous respect had been due to Zhang Yang's abilities, this time Zhang Yang's generous help had completely won his admiration.
"Don't stir up trouble; support Fatty Pan more," Zhang Yang advised Li Yifeng in the end.
After leaving Wanghailou, Wu Liangdong went straight to the apartment of the model he was keeping. That day, the model had acted on impulse after getting drunk and had a fling; she never expected Wu Liangdong would find out so quickly. After the incident, she didn't dare contact Li Yifeng or run away; she was too scared and stayed inside her room.
Seeing Wu Liangdong enter, the model immediately changed into slippers and poured tea for him, cautiously starting to massage his shoulders.
"Damn it!" Wu Liangdong grabbed her hair and pushed her head down. "Today I'm treating you to Tsingtao! Pack your things and get lost tomorrow!"
While Wu Liangdong was huffing and puffing, Zhang Yang was out shopping with Ding Weiwei; the summer night streets were still bustling with activity.
"Whatever you like, I'll buy it for you, future great journalist," Zhang Yang said as he held Ding Weiwei's hand and drew circles in her palm.
"Hmph." Ding Weiwei shot him a glance.
Ding Weiwei's fighting spirit was indeed strong; in less than an hour, Zhang Yang's hands were filled with bags of all sizes. "I'm so tired," Zhang Yang said, looking at Ding Weiwei who still seemed eager. "How about we find a place to rest?"
Originally excited, Ding Weiwei suddenly blushed upon hearing this and responded with a soft "mm."
Zhang Yang silently shouted in his heart, feeling no trace of fatigue as he hurried to the nearest hotel with his bag. Upon reaching the front desk, he specifically booked a waterbed room. Once inside the room, he dropped off his things and said to Ding Weiwei, "I’m all sweaty; I need to take a shower first."
"Let's shower together," Zhang Yang said with a grin as he moved closer.
"No way!" Ding Weiwei pushed Zhang Yang away and slammed the bathroom door shut with a bang. Zhang Yang could only watch TV out of boredom. After nearly half an hour, Ding Weiwei finally emerged, still wearing the same clothes she had on when she went in, with droplets of water still on her head.
"Why didn't you wrap yourself in a towel?" Zhang Yang leaned in closer. "You smell great!"
"You're disgusting; you should go shower!" Ding Weiwei shouted. "Alright!" Zhang Yang quickly dashed into the bathroom. He stripped down in no time and finished his shower in under five minutes, wrapping a towel around his waist as he stepped out.
At that moment, Ding Weiwei was already lying on the bed, covered with a blanket.
Zhang Yang eagerly climbed onto the bed and lifted the blanket to crawl in beside her. Ding Weiwei quickly tried to stop him with her hand, but she was no match for Zhang Yang's speed. As the blanket was lifted, it turned out that Ding Weiwei had already removed all her clothing.
Heat surged through Zhang Yang's nostrils, and he found himself unexpectedly bleeding from his nose. To make matters worse, the towel fell off at just the wrong moment.
"Ah!" Ding Weiwei immediately covered her eyes. Zhang Yang hurriedly grabbed some tissues from the bedside and stuffed them into his nostrils before swiftly diving under the blanket and gently pulling Ding Weiwei into his arms. Her body trembled slightly as she kept her hands over her face. Zhang Yang removed her hands and softly kissed her smooth forehead... (2000 words omitted here)
"You’re so bad!" Ding Weiwei lay on Zhang Yang's chest, a blush still on her cheeks. "Does it hurt?" Zhang Yang asked gently while stroking Ding Weiwei's hair. "Mhm," she replied, looking up just in time to see Zhang Yang picking up the towel that had been under her. The red marks on it resembled vibrant rose petals.
"Don't look!" Ding Weiwei jumped up to snatch it away, causing the blanket to slip off and revealing her curves, which instantly revived Zhang Yang’s spirits... (another 2000 words omitted here)
"Oh no, it's almost midnight; I have to go home," Ding Weiwei suddenly glanced at the clock on the wall. She hurriedly got dressed and checked her phone, only to find several missed calls from her dad. After entering the hotel, both their phones had been set to silent mode.
Once dressed, Ding Weiwei called her dad: "Dad, I'm at a classmate gathering; we're singing at KTV; it was too loud for me to hear..."
"I'll drive you home," Zhang Yang said as Ding Weiwei hung up. He quickly got up as well, knowing that Ding Weiwei's dad cherished his daughter and would never allow her to spend the night out.
Ding Weiwei's home is located in a villa area in the eastern part of the city. Fortunately, at this time, there are few people and cars on the road, and the two arrived at Ding Weiwei's doorstep in just twenty minutes. "You should head back now," Zhang Yang said, giving Ding Weiwei a gentle kiss on the cheek. Ding Weiwei nodded and prepared to open the door.
At that moment, the door suddenly swung open, revealing a tall middle-aged man. It was Ding Weiwei's father, Ding Zhaotang.
"Weiwei, your class gathering is too noisy; it's so late, it's not safe for you to come back!" Ding Zhaotang said.
"Dad, it's fine. My classmate brought me back," Ding Weiwei replied, glancing back. At this point, Zhang Yang stepped forward quickly and said, "Hello, Uncle. I'm Zhang Yang."
"Oh, Zhang Yang! I've heard Weiwei mention you often," Ding Zhaotang said, looking at Zhang Yang and then at Ding Weiwei's expression. After a moment of silence, Zhang Yang smiled but did not speak.
"Why don't you come in and sit for a while?" Ding Zhaotang broke the silence. However, it was clear he was trying to close the door to send them off. "It's too late; I don't want to disturb you from resting. I'll come by another day to visit you and Auntie. Goodbye for now," Zhang Yang said, waving to Ding Weiwei before quickly leaving.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Once inside, Ding Zhaotang asked directly. "Dad..." Ding Weiwei pouted slightly before turning and heading upstairs to her room.
"You've already been accepted into university; I don't mind you dating, but just make sure he's not some random guy. I need to approve first!" Ding Zhaotang called out to her retreating figure.
The response he received was the sound of a door slamming shut. After closing the door, Ding Weiwei smiled and nodded slightly, her face flushed as she took out her phone to start texting...
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