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

The thick velvet curtains were drawn tightly, not a sliver of light could penetrate. The air conditioner emitted a faint, gentle hum, and the warm, soft glow of the floor lamp illuminated the room. A hint of ambiguity hung in the air.

Joe Liang wore pajamas and leaned against the wide, soft headboard, his hands crossed on his small belly, watching Ye Xinyi walk out of the bathroom like admiring prey.

This usually cold and arrogant beautiful woman, at this moment, is lowering her head and being submissive. She is wearing a pink yukata, and her hair, which hasn't been completely dried, hangs loosely over her shoulders.

The young housewife's yukata had a neckline that revealed a snowy expanse, with two delicate arcs hinting at her cleavage. Below the curves were two plump mounds, and her long, slender legs peeked out from beneath the hem of her sleepwear. Her entire body emanated a seductive mature charm.

Qiao Liang's eyes were hazy, his heart beating wildly, a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen. The beautiful woman before him was the flower of Jiangzhou Daily, a talented reporter with both beauty and brains. Countless men had coveted her and dreamed of possessing 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 won the position of deputy editor and head of the reporters' department in the interview, would Ye Xinyi, who always treats her with aloof indifference, be so obedient?

Faced with the reality pressing down on her, this woman, even though she didn't want to a thousand times over, didn't dare utter a single word of refusal. She had no choice but to obey the summons and come here obediently.

The more Qiao Liang thought about it, the more pleased he became, and the hotter the heat in his abdomen grew. This heat made him breathe heavily, panting like a calf.

"Take off—"

Qiao Liang's voice was hoarse, trembling slightly. The hoarseness came from tension and excitement, while the trembling stemmed from the conquest and driving force of desire.

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

The yukata slipped slowly, and at this moment, in Qiao Liang's eyes, it wasn't the yukata that was falling, but the complete conquest of this woman's last line of defense.

As the yukata slipped down to the young woman's ankles, a graceful curve of snow-white skin revealed a delicate mermaid before Qiao Liang.

Qiao Liang's eyes widened in an instant, he swallowed hard, looking at the mermaid who was reluctantly undressing before him. He could no longer contain his intense impulse and pulled Ye Xinyi onto the bed...

"Ah…" The woman seemed to be startled, instinctively resisting for a few moments. Her jade-like arms waved back and forth, her fiery body twisted and turned, but she was soon consumed by Qiao Liang's frenzy...

"Bang bang bang..."

In the middle of a pleasurable dream, a sudden burst of rough knocking startled Qiao Liang awake, causing him to jump.

Joe woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat, his heart pounding wildly. He was shaking uncontrollably.

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

Holy crap, it turns out that was just a dream!

Spring dreams leave no trace.

Joe Liang regrettably touched his head, it's a pity. The dream just now was too real, especially Ye Xinyi's seductive figure and the warm touch, which made him...

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“Bang bang bang…” The rough knocking on the door sounded again.

Qiao Liang looked at the time, 11:30 pm. He couldn't help but get angry. Damn it, which unlucky star knocked on the door in the middle of the night, interrupting his good dream. He had finally been able to conquer Ye Xinyi in his dream once, but now it was ruined.

Suddenly, I thought, could it be that my wife Zhang Mei returned from a business trip unexpectedly and forgot her house keys?

Zhang Mei works at the municipal broadcasting station. Recently, she's been very busy with her work and is frequently transferred around. Sometimes, she'll be gone for half a month at a time.

Joe Liang was dazed and confused as he opened the door. He was stunned to see three strangers standing there: a woman in front, and two men behind her. All three had serious expressions on their faces.

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

The woman in the front had short, ear-length hair, fair skin, a black suit dress, and mid-heel shoes. She looked to be about 37 or 38 years old. Her figure was graceful, her demeanor elegant, and she carried the charm of a mature woman. However, her expression was very cold.

The woman sized Joe up and down, her eyes lingering on the tent sticking out from under his pajamas. Her heart skipped a beat, and she frowned. What kind of dream was this kid having?

"Are you Qiao Liang, the office director of the Jiangzhou Daily?" The woman's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

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

The woman flashed her ID in Qiao Liang's face, her tone brooking no argument: "Disciplinary Inspection Commission of the city, Room 3. Qiao Liang, please come with us."

Qiao Liang instantly fought back the drowsiness, his eyelids twitching wildly. Oh crap, how did they find him?

"Please, may I ask what I have done wrong?" Qiao Liang stammered.

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

Seeing the situation, Qiao Liang knew that it was pointless to say anything more. He quickly went back into the house to put on his clothes and followed them downstairs. They got into a black sedan. The woman sat in the passenger seat, while two young men flanked him in the backseat.

A black car drove out of the neighborhood, its destination unknown. Everyone remained silent.

Joe Liang felt anxious and uneasy at the moment. He had an interview tomorrow, and this whole ordeal would definitely delay things.

In the past few days, Qiao Liang participated in the public recruitment examination organized by Jiangzhou City. He applied for the position of deputy editor-in-chief of a newspaper and ranked first in the written exam among more than 300 candidates.

Also applying for this position is Ye Xinyi, the chief reporter of the newspaper's news department. Her written test score was 0.5 points lower than Qiao Liang's, placing her second. The third place went to a division director from the city's cultural bureau, who scored 4 points lower than Qiao Liang. All three have qualified for tomorrow's face-to-face interview. Because the gap between the third-place score and the top two is significant, the main competition will be between Qiao Liang and Ye Xinyi.

Joe Liang and Ye Xinyi's relationship is average at best, even bordering on hostile. It's not due to any personal conflict between them, but rather a result of the friction between Li Youwei, the party secretary and president of the newspaper, and Wen Yuan, the editor-in-chief.

This time, Qiao Liang and Ye Xinyi both applied for the deputy editor position. They received the support of Li Youwei and Wen Yuan respectively. Both hoped to add someone they knew to the newspaper's management team.

Joe Liang was determined to win this interview. He vowed to defeat Ye Xinyi in the interview, surpass her, and become the deputy editor-in-chief.

Qiao Liang calculated it perfectly. After becoming the deputy editor-in-chief, he must be in charge of the reporters' department. At that time, Ye Xinyi would be under his command, so she wouldn't dare to disobey him.

Unexpectedly, at this very moment, I was suddenly taken away by the disciplinary committee in the middle of the night.

Joe's heart pounded with unease. He hadn't committed any disciplinary offenses that warranted such a response, had he? Could this be about someone else's affairs?

Who else could it be