Someone had to clean up the mess, and this time, the one helping Wang Zhuo with that task was Qin Xue, once again…

How many times had it been now? On the drive home, the Municipal Party Secretary couldn't help but reflect. The Huihai case counted as one, the drug rehabilitation center another, the Ma Qiang incident a third, and this Yang Feng affair was at least the fourth.

Beyond those, there were incidents like the Taoyuan Copper Mine that he had personally stepped in to resolve for the young man.

Reviewing the history, Qin Xue was astonished to realize that in the two years he had known Wang Zhuo, this kid had caused no end of trouble, bouncing around ceaselessly like a hyperactive monkey, never still for a moment.

Yet, every time this monkey jumped, it unearthed some new trick. The small monkey from the beginning had gradually leaped into becoming the Monkey King, and in this process, the person who benefited the most was not Wang Zhuo, but himself...

What an infuriating yet endearing rascal. A faint smile touched the corners of Qin Xue’s mouth. Troubles that had caused him such headaches not long ago had now transformed into a rare opportunity.

The Yang family was sprawling and deeply rooted; finding fault with them shouldn't have been difficult in theory. But for someone like Wang Zhuo to deviate from convention, not only to get personally involved but also to seize such a major vulnerability—that was truly commendable!

Political maneuvering relied on strategy. "When the beam is crooked, the rafters will sag" was an effective pretext for attacking an opponent. Leaders were often implicated by the faults of their subordinates, and parents could never escape responsibility for their children’s mistakes.

This fingernail-sized card in his hand held potential significance, whether large or small; the key lay in who wielded it. A bullet could strike a paper target, allowing an ordinary soldier to practice marksmanship, or it could lodge in the cranial cavity of Abraham Lincoln, ending the life of America’s greatest president.

The true power of a nuclear bomb lies not in its launch, but in its potential to remain unspent. Qin Xue knew that when this small card was put to use, it would be enough to help him accomplish many crucial things…

The first thing Wang Zhuo did upon returning home was to instruct Siyuan to retrieve Yang Feng's hospital records to check whether the man was truly schizophrenic.

Although those records alone couldn't reveal the full truth, Wang Zhuo had studied medicine; if the Yang family was trying to fake things, he might spot some subtle clue.

"I'll show you something fun," Siyuan agreed enthusiastically, shoving a tablet computer into Wang Zhuo's hands.

Wang Zhuo grunted, taking the device without much thought, and hurried toward the refrigerator looking for fruit.

"It's really excellent, don't miss it!"

The young woman made a face and skipped away happily. Wang Zhuo watched her retreating back and smiled helplessly. He had initially intended to scold the girl for taking the initiative, but Xu Chu's vocal mimicry had been too enjoyable; receiving such a grand gift from Siyuan made the reprimand impossible to utter.

He found a red apple and took a large, crisp bite. The crunching sound was pleasant, and the cool, slightly tart and sweet juice flowed richly through his mouth.

This apple was probably as delicious as Xu Chu!

With a satisfied exhale, Wang Zhuo returned to the sofa and sat down, finally lifting the computer. His finger swiped across the screen, waking it from power-saving mode.

"Huh?"

Two windows displayed on the screen. One was a video feed of He Ye, wrapped in a downy yellow blanket, knees drawn to her chest, seated with a look of intense focus.

In the other window, Wang Zhuo discovered the content was his own tablet's desktop, upon which a video was playing: a Western matron droning on about something.

"What in the world is this nonsense?" Wang Zhuo chuckled in surprise, taking another bite of the apple as he continued to watch.

Soon, he understood the situation. The thin blanket He Ye wore was the one Qi Fei had bought for him recently when switching out seasonal bedding. Furthermore, He Ye seemed unaware she was being recorded—meaning this was a live feed, secretly filmed.

As for the other window, the explanation was even simpler: it was the screen He Ye was currently looking at! The content she was watching, along with her image, was being live-streamed over the network to the tablet in Wang Zhuo's hands!

"Ah-oh..." Wang Zhuo realized, understanding why Siyuan had called the content unmissable. If there were any spicy scenes, missing them meant missing them forever.

Just as he grasped the context, the screen content shifted. The video He Ye was watching changed scenes. The matron in the video stood before a large bed, gesturing while introducing something, and on the bed, a young, naked couple lay together—the woman was Caucasian, and the man was a solidly built black person.

Well, now Wang Zhuo understood completely. He Ye was using his computer to watch an educational film, one instructing married couples on sexual techniques!

He watched with mild interest. A few minutes later, He Ye began mimicking the movements shown by the woman in the film. It was clear she had studied foreign languages well, as she could even understand the narration.

Wang Zhuo soon couldn't watch anymore because He Ye was studying so diligently, even making expressive faces according to the instructor's direction!

Why didn't this woman apply to the Beijing Film Academy or the Central Academy of Drama? Why choose to study stomatology instead?!

Though, thinking again, stomatology wasn't bad either. Seeing how quickly she picked things up, it must be related to her professional training...

After watching the "prelude" instruction, He Ye switched films. Wang Zhuo was utterly speechless. She was engaging in targeted study, completely skipping the explanations of later positions or techniques!

Good heavens! Wang Zhuo thought, Don’t do that, isn’t that overkill? If you master the techniques all by yourself, who will I practice with later? That’s so unromantic!

There was a story about an antique dealer who spotted an old basin in a farmer's house in the countryside and arranged to return the next day with the money to buy it. After the dealer left, the farmer thought, This basin is ugly and old, yet it’s selling for so much money. I feel too bad. So, the farmer cleaned the basin, repainted it, and polished it until it looked brand new. The next day, however, the antique dealer, upon seeing the basin, didn't rejoice but sighed repeatedly, saying the farmer didn't understand things and had ruined a good item.

Wang Zhuo felt precisely that He Ye was ruining a good thing! Siyuan’s enthusiasm regarding Xu Chu could be understood as a different style; Xu Chu possessed the physical characteristics of a Western woman, giving off an impression of passion and spontaneity, so her being proactive and wild had its own unique flavor. But He Ye was different; she should embody the feeling of hesitant desire, coy resistance, shy gentleness, and inexperienced awkwardness to be more captivating.

Wang Zhuo gave a wry smile. It seemed Siyuan didn't understand the principle of tailoring methods to the individual. She handled Xu Chu well, but her approach to He Ye was the complete opposite, missing the mark entirely.

However, Wang Zhuo wasn't overly concerned about He Ye’s abilities in this area. For one thing, while He Ye’s face was beautiful, it lacked distinctiveness—too much like a template, failing to leave a deep impression. For another, the reason He Ye was the object of lustful fantasies for every male student on campus was that her beauty accounted for only three-tenths of her appeal; her perky, bouncy peach hips were the real attraction! — "A man's saving grace, if you understand!"

That was the most common description of He Ye used by boys on the campus BBS, known even among students at neighboring universities!

Lost in fantasy, Wang Zhuo could wait no longer. Carrying the computer, he headed straight for the adjacent room; he needed to relieve some tension first.

"Director Wang, come look quickly," Siyuan called out as he entered. "Yang Feng is in an OCUBU ward with a surveillance system. I've gained access to the monitoring host."

"So what? He just lost a few teeth and has a split lip," Wang Zhuo said dismissively. "An OCUBU ward for such minor injuries? Does the Yang family think I'm going to cover his medical expenses?"

"That’s not it, look," Siyuan said with a giggle, pointing at the screen. "This is an EEG monitoring machine. Don't you recognize it?"

"Oh?!" Wang Zhuo blinked, then scrutinized the image closely. A smile slowly spread across his face. "It looks like he's playing for keeps. If he isn't faking it for an audience, this kid really is schizophrenic!"

Around Yang Feng's bed were several advanced neurological instruments, some still active, giving an almost exaggerated appearance. But given Yang Feng's status, such treatment was perhaps not unusual.

"Check the historical surveillance to see the conditions when he had an episode," Wang Zhuo instructed casually.

Siyuan shook her head and laughed. "There are no historical records. The host for this ward is in monitoring mode only; it doesn't store video files. Someone must be stationed at a computer."

"They can even pull that off," Wang Zhuo said with a mix of frustration and amusement. "Alright then, if they won't record, we will. You start recording now. I want to see what he looks like when he has an episode. That shouldn't be hard, right?"

"Simple as breathing," Siyuan replied, spreading her hands casually. In reality, remote recording would increase the hospital's network traffic, potentially alerting network administrators to countermeasures. Local recording would be even more impossible; if the hospital's surveillance host suddenly lost an inexplicable amount of storage space, it would be noticed instantly.

Therefore, her claim of "simple as breathing" was far from simple, but because Wang Zhuo was the one giving the order, she felt nothing but joy, never resentment.

"Baby, do you know which of his wives Wei Xiaobao liked the most?" Wang Zhuo suddenly asked with a smile.

"Hmm..." Siyuan thought for a moment, then answered hesitantly. "Probably Ah Ke? He was absolutely crazy about that wife."

"No, no," Wang Zhuo immediately waved his hand. "You're mistaken. It should actually be Shuang'er." Siyuan pondered this, then her face lit up with surprise, and she asked with a blush, "Are you complimenting me?" Wang Zhuo smiled and nodded. "Yes, you are the capable helper beside me, my close confidante."

"But I feel like Sister Qi Fei and the others are your capable helpers," Siyuan pouted. "And Sister Gan Shuang is doing quite well now too."

"They are indeed excellent," Wang Zhuo first affirmed the merits of others sincerely, then focused on Siyuan: "But only you understand me the best and can help me the most."

"Especially like today, right?" Siyuan giggled, a teasing expression on her face.

Wang Zhuo chuckled sheepishly. The memory of Xu Chu’s fiery tenderness was still fresh, especially the sensation of being besieged by a thousand ants when she attacked from behind—bliss at its peak!

"It really was good," he said with a dry chuckle, suddenly adopting a serious expression. "But when it comes to He Ye’s situation, your handling was a bit thoughtless. Look..."

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