Chapter 5: The Lecher

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Qin Feng was momentarily stunned upon receiving a call from Xiao Bo, unsure of what had happened. Just yesterday, he had been transferred here, and today he was being sent back—so abruptly.

He was delighted to return; he didn't want to stay here even a second longer.

Dragging his suitcase, Qin Feng walked for over an hour to the Civil Affairs Office.

Upon entering, he saw Yang Delin again.

Yang Delin’s eyes widened as he spotted Qin Feng and snapped, “What are you doing here? Who gave you permission to come back from the nursing home?”

“Sorry, Director Xiao asked me to come back,” Qin Feng smiled lightly, setting his backpack on Yang’s desk.

“Xiao the Fat? Have things gone topsy-turvy?” Yang Delin’s anger flared instantly, and he stormed into Xiao Bo’s office next door.

Qin Feng didn’t know what they were discussing, only hearing Yang Delin’s curses from the adjacent room.

Soon, Yang Delin emerged, his voice icy as he said, “Kid, you think having that woman Hu Jiayun backing you means you can run wild?”

Qin Feng had never heard the name Hu Jiayun before and didn’t understand what Yang was talking about.

“Here in Bishan, it’s Chief Wang who calls the shots. Don’t get your hopes up too soon; this isn’t over. If I don’t get you out of the Civil Affairs Office, then all my years here have been for nothing,” Yang Delin snarled before walking away.

After work, Qin Feng took the key Yang gave him, dragged his suitcase, and left the township government building. After about twenty minutes of walking, he finally reached the middle school.

When Qin Feng used the key to unlock the dormitory door, he was dumbfounded. It was clearly an abandoned student dorm.

Inside, aside from six iron bunk beds, there was nothing—just garbage littering the floor, emitting a foul stench.

Qin Feng lit a cigarette, standing there in a daze for a long while.

“Damn it, to get back at me, they really have no limits!”

The next morning at six, the school bell woke Qin Feng. Students were already jogging on the playground, and the whole school was lively.

Qin Feng changed into sportswear and went downstairs to the playground. Morning runs had been his habit for many years, and having a playground here was the only “pleasant surprise” since he arrived in Bishan.

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As Qin Feng began jogging, he noticed another figure exercising on the playground from afar.

It was a woman wearing sports headphones and tight-fitting athletic clothes—an unusual sight in this place, making her stand out.

Her figure was excellent, and the form-fitting outfit only accentuated her graceful curves, stirring a heartbeat.

Qin Feng ran around the track, and so did the woman.

As they drew closer, Qin Feng stole a glance and was instantly captivated.

Having lived in Shanghai, a major international metropolis, for several years, he had seen countless beauties, but never someone so stunning—so breathtaking that he nearly forgot to breathe.

The woman appeared to be in her thirties, with flowing long hair, exquisite cheekbones, and a supple figure. She possessed an ethereal, almost innocent beauty, yet exuded a mature and intellectual aura.

She wore no makeup but somehow looked exquisitely refined.

While running, Qin Feng couldn’t help but sneak glances at her flawless profile and pale skin, unable to look away.

Noticing something, the woman turned and looked at Qin Feng.

“Admiring the view?” she asked coldly.

Qin Feng was taken aback, realizing she had mistaken him for staring at her. He hurriedly explained, “Don’t misunderstand, I... I wasn’t staring. I’m just running too.”

He felt his explanation was weak—though he hadn’t meant to ogle, he was undeniably drawn by her beauty and had looked a few times.

The woman glanced at him again, eyes full of disgust, then left the track and entered a building ahead of him.

“Was I mistaken for a pervert?” Qin Feng smiled bitterly. He lost interest in continuing his run, went back to the dorm to shower and change, then headed to work.

Just as he arrived at the office, Yang Delin came in, smiling as he asked, “Kid, did you sleep well last night?”

“What else do you know besides playing these childish games?” Qin Feng snorted coldly.

“Heh, childish games? Wait till you get the big surprise,” Yang Delin sneered and sat back at his desk.

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Qin Feng ignored him and continued working on documents.

A few minutes later, his phone rang—it was Xiao Liu from the office.

“Qin Feng, pack your things. You’re being assigned to work at Bishan Reservoir immediately.”

“Bishan Reservoir? What’s that for? I’m at the Civil Affairs Office, aren’t I?” Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

“This is a direct order from the township chief. You’re transferred out of the Civil Affairs Office. From now on, you’ll be at Bishan Reservoir. Hurry up!” The caller was arrogant and hung up abruptly.

Qin Feng put down his phone, glanced at the smug Yang Delin, and immediately understood the situation.

“Well? Is this surprise big or just childish mischief?” Yang Delin grinned.

Qin Feng looked at him coldly. “Was this your doing?”

“Yeah, it was me,” Yang replied without hiding his despicable deed.

“Why? We have no grudge or history. Why do you keep targeting me?”

“No reason. I just don’t like you. I don’t want you to have it easy, and I especially don’t want you in the Civil Affairs Office.”

“Fine! Yang Delin, you better not let me come back!” Qin Feng said each word deliberately.

“Come back? You think you can? I’m telling you, this transfer was ordered by the township chief. Even if you bring Hu Jiayun, it won’t help.”

“Kid, if you manage to come back this time, I’ll take your surname from now on,” Yang sneered.

“Sometimes it’s best not to be so sure of yourself. Watch your tongue,” Qin Feng said, then left the Civil Affairs Office.