Chapter 265: Stirring The Pot—nice Effect
Seeing that Zhong Chunhong was not just being polite, Cao Weida finally agreed, but thought to himself:
They all say that you can’t sleep in the same bed with two different kinds of people, but that saying isn’t necessarily true.
Look, that rotten, pus-oozing guy Sang Liuji, yet his wife is very polite and follows the rules.
This is pretty good; if she were the type to be arrogant and shrewish just because of family ties, he really wouldn’t indulge her.
“Shi Niang, Cousin is in your hands. Just arrange for her, and take good care of her on a daily basis.”
Smiling in response to Zhong Chunhong’s gratitude, he looked around and said: “Where are those few? Have they gone out?”
A woman in her forties or fifties said respectfully: “Master, Second Madam, Fourth Madam, and Fifth Madam went shopping on the street. Third Madam went back to visit Third Madam’s cousin; she should be back soon.”
She was Lan Momo, an old servant who had served Ru Qiulan since she was little, always loyal and devoted.
Cao Weida remembered her and nodded with a smile, “No wonder I didn’t see Xiangzi and the others when I came in.”
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. A burst of chattering voices came from the front courtyard. Soon, several concubines came in arm in arm, chatting and laughing.
One, two, three, four—none of the four concubines were missing.
“Oh, Master, you’re back!”
Upon seeing Cao Weida return, the women’s eyes lit up, and they immediately trotted up, surrounding him and chattering about how nice the clothes they bought today looked and such.
Surrounded by the crowd of women, smelling the fragrance wafting from them, Cao Weida, as if in the land of women, quite enjoyed it and said with a hearty laugh: “Alright, alright, you must all be tired from shopping. Hurry into the room and have some water.”
At midnight, Cao Weida, who had just come out of Ru Qiulan’s room, arrived at Liu Rusi’s bedroom door.
The door was ajar. He gently pushed it open, and the door hinge made a very soft creaking sound, like the lazy yawn of a woman.
Cao Weida slipped in sideways, and a faint fragrance suddenly wafted to his nose, mixed with the sweet, cloying scent unique to a woman’s boudoir.
“Not bad, it smells pretty good.” He twitched his nose, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curve into a smile.
These girls might not openly vie for favor, but they each had their own subtle ways.
For example, this fragrance—even Mohe, who hadn’t paid much attention to such things before, now bathed with perfume when bathing, so her body always emitted a sweet scent.
In this era, it was still a male-dominated society after all. As the beneficiary, Cao Weida naturally enjoyed it.
The bedroom door curtain was closed, but moonlight still filtered through the rose gauze window, casting a hazy rouge color on the floor.
A somewhat dim oil lamp glowed, making the light in the room soft and not harsh.
As Cao Weida walked in, he saw the beauty lying on her side. Her sleeping posture was neither the prim supine position nor fully relaxed side-lying; instead, she was curled up like a kitten.
A section of her lotus-root-like jade neck was exposed, as if deliberately leaving a bit of wakefulness for someone to call her.
“What a Liu Rusi full of charm.” Cao Weida chuckled inwardly and quickly walked over to hold her.
“Master, you’ve finally come.” Liu Rusi looked up at him, nestled into his arms, lazily yawned, stretched out her arms in a cute, spoiled manner, and said: “Quick, hug me!”
Tsk, she’s really getting better and better at this!
Looking at Liu Rusi, who was becoming more alluring and more womanly, Cao Weida felt full of pride.
This was all the masterpiece of Old Cao’s diligent training!
Unable to hold back any longer, he immediately pressed her beneath him; he wanted to help develop her a bit more!
“.”
After a bout of intense lovemaking, Liu Rusi leaned in his arms. Cao Weida edited out part of the Military Statistics Bureau matter and told her.
In her sweaty state, Liu Rusi “barely” forgave his concealment, then lay contentedly in his arms and said longingly:
“This is really great. I was originally worried we’d have to separate in the future, but now we don’t have to. I’m completely relieved.”
“In the future, if we have a son or daughter, my life will be complete.”
As she spoke, she touched her belly and said aggrievedly: “But it’s been so many days, and there’s still no movement in my belly.”
“.” Cao Weida gritted his teeth and said “fiercely”: “You talk, just talk—what’s with looking up at me?!”
“Your Master here is alive and kicking; you’ve experienced it yourself. What, do you doubt your Master’s ability or something?!”
“No way, Master, I know your prowess best, but…”
“No buts! Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson!” Cao Weida flipped over, pressing her beneath him, and chuckled: “You want a child, right? Then we need to work harder at it!”
Liu Rusi’s face changed immediately. “Don’t, Master, spare me, I… wuu.”
“.”
In the early hours, Cao Weida, dressed in night-walking clothes, quietly flipped out of the courtyard.
During the day, he deliberately strolled through the streets and alleys, memorizing all the guard post locations.
Lying on the rooftop near a guard post, watching the security team members chatting idly without anyone going out on patrol, Cao Weida had a face full of black lines.
The so-called guard post was a rectangular small house built along the wall.
The house wasn’t big, mainly wooden structure, with wooden boards as the main body, topped with a layer of thatch for shelter from wind and rain.
The guard post wasn’t large, and with forty or fifty people crammed inside, it felt somewhat crowded.
But even if crowded, not one of them wanted to go out.
The guard post had light bulbs installed, lighting the inside bright as day.
Cao Weida stretched his limbs; this was already the third guard post he had observed. He discovered something interesting: these security team members had no intention of patrolling; they just stayed in the guard post.
Even if they did patrol, they’d only go forward a few dozen meters at most.
They made quite a racket, but did that count as patrolling?!
Even that dozens-of-meters path had several electric lamps installed, lighting up the surroundings bright as day.
“Good grief, so this is how they patrol, huh?” Cao Weida laughed wryly, but this was good—it actually made his action more convenient.
His original target wasn’t these security team members anyway; these people were mostly poor wretches at the bottom, and he couldn’t bring himself to kill such compatriots.
Confirming that the security team people were all staying put obediently, Cao Weida no longer hesitated. Using the cover of night, he dashed madly in one direction.
The next day.
“Hm? Why hasn’t Liu Dadan come today?” Seeing that roll call time had passed and Liu Dadan still hadn’t shown, Battalion Commander Zhang Xiaofeng of the Security Third Regiment Second Battalion frowned unhappily.
Several company commanders looked at each other and shook their heads to indicate they didn’t know.
“I came early this morning and didn’t see him.”
“I didn’t notice either. Did you?”
“Me neither, but it’s not strange. Liu Dadan is often late; maybe he’s still lying on some woman’s belly not awake yet.”
“Hahaha~~~” At these words, all the company commanders and platoon leaders present burst out laughing.
Strict discipline?
Give me a break. They’re already Chinese collaborators; if they had strict discipline, would they be collaborators?
“Damn it, that damn Liu Dadan needs a beating!” Battalion Commander Zhang glowered darkly at the snickering platoon leaders and company commanders, then said to his adjutant nearby: “Go, call for me. Tell that damn Liu Dadan to get over here quick!”
“Yes!”
Soon, the adjutant ran back hurriedly, wiping sweat as he said:
“Battalion Commander, just now Company Commander Liu’s concubine answered the phone. She said Company Commander Liu and his wife weren’t in the house at all; they disappeared early this morning!”
A company commander nearby couldn’t help but say sarcastically: “Look, look—Company Commander Liu is living such a carefree easy life. Off early in the morning with his wife to who-knows-where for fun, not even showing up for assembly.”
“Those who don’t know might think Company Commander Liu doesn’t have Battalion Commander in his eyes.”
Another company commander immediately piled on: “Exactly. But think about it, it makes sense. Company Commander Liu’s made a fortune from that cigarette stall. I’ve heard he stuffed plenty of red envelopes to Regiment Commander Zhang—not sure if it’s true.”
The first company commander feigned surprise, as if just learning, and said loudly: “Oh? Is that so? I didn’t know about that before!”
“Well, but who can blame Company Commander Liu for being rich and powerful? Latching onto Regiment Commander Zhang’s thick thigh is his skill, right?”
Don’t think that just because they’re in the same battalion, these company commanders have harmonious relationships.
Quite the opposite—their brotherhood was “deep”; whenever there was a chance to stab each other in the back, they flocked to it, wishing they could kill each other with one knife.
Now with a chance to fan the flames, they were all putting in maximum effort.
These die-hard traitors who actively cozied up to the Japanese for an easy life—who still cared about damn brotherhood once they became traitors? They all valued interests and power most.
The cake was only so big, the turf only so much; conflicts of interest were inevitable.
This fanning of flames clearly had a great effect.
Sure enough, Zhang Xiaofeng’s face had already turned very ugly.
Battalion Commander Zhang’s face was ashen, full of gloom.
He wasn’t a fool—no fool could become battalion commander—so he naturally knew these two subordinate company commanders were stirring trouble over petty interests.
But even knowing it was deliberate, he still couldn’t help the anger rising in his heart.
Because he had vaguely heard about what these two company commanders mentioned.
Since ancient times, the most taboo things were reporting to a higher authority and currying favor over one’s head.
He was Liu Dadan’s direct superior, but Liu Dadan had gone over his head to cozy up to Regiment Commander Zhang, which had already touched his reverse scale.
What, Liu Dadan wasn’t satisfied with being a company commander anymore and wanted to go further and become battalion commander?
Then should he, Zhang Xiaofeng, step down and yield the battalion commander position to Liu Dadan, and go under him as his company commander?!
