Several days later, Yu Shengcai and Zhao Changsheng returned without any achievements. However, during the time they stayed in Lujialing, it was very quiet there. Zhao Changsheng sneaked to Chen Biaozis home several times, which gave Yang Hualing the confidence to escape, so her emotions gradually stabilized, and she cooperated with Zhao Changsheng's requests as much as possible. "Take your time eating, I'm going to the station first. Er Lv, I think it won't work if both of us stay there. We should switch it up. I'll go during the day today, and you go at night. Fortunately, there are only a dozen or so days left until the election. We'll deal with whatever happens after the election," Yu Shengcai said to Zhao Changsheng, who was bowing his head to eat porridge. "Chief, then I'll sleep during the day." "Okay, don't delay the work." After saying that, Yu Shengcai left. After Yu Shengcai left, Zhao Changsheng couldn't fall asleep no matter what. He thought about Tian Fengxia for a while. What if Tian Fengxia really got pregnant? Could he still stay here? What if she wasn't pregnant, would Yu Shengcai let him go? Then his mind was filled with Yang Hualing again. Thinking about her pitiful appearance, his head almost exploded from thinking too much. So he pulled back the quilt, walked out of the room, and headed towards the town government. "What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at work?" Dou Changhe quickly stood up and closed the door as soon as he saw Zhao Changsheng come in. "I'm free today and came to see you, Uncle," Zhao Changsheng said with a beaming smile. Although his attitude was very respectful, Dou Changhe felt a hint of evil in that smile. "I'm fine. Why aren't you at work? What are you running around for?" "Uncle, you and Auntie haven't had any problems recently, have you? I feel like she doesn't seem very happy." "What do you mean?"

“I don't mean anything by it, I was just asking. If I can help, I could talk to her for you. Are you two having a disagreement?” Zhao Changsheng continued. “No.” Dou Changhe glanced at Zhao Changsheng and sighed. It was always awkward when Zhao Changsheng brought up his mistress. It wasn't good to have that leverage held over him. “Give me five thousand yuan, and I'll help you win her over,” Zhao Changsheng hinted to Dou Changhe, meaning that if he got the five thousand, he would keep quiet about the matter. As for the five thousand yuan, he intended to use it to save Yang Hualing. Although the promises Yang Hualing made were empty, the lies of such a beautiful woman were still trustworthy. Therefore, he was willing to take the risk to save her. He was waiting for an opportunity, one was time, and the other was financial resources. Now that he had received the five thousand yuan from Dou Changhe, only time was left. “Strangely enough, when you didn't want money, I always felt like you were hiding something bad, but today when you asked for money, I actually felt much more at ease,” Dou Changhe said as he handed over the five thousand yuan to Zhao Changsheng. “That's because you, my uncle, have more money than you know what to do with. There's another thing, can I borrow your car tonight?” “The car? Borrow it for what, can you drive?” “I'm going back to Bangziyu for a trip. I've been out for over a month, and I don't know if my home has been torn down by Zhao Daikui. I need to go back and check.”

Zhao Changsheng spoke humorously, but when Dou Changhe heard the name Bangziyu, his face turned red, and it was unclear what color it was. "Okay, if you can't drive, I'll have the driver take you." "No need, I've learned to drive a van from Zhang Qiang, I guess it's all about the same." "Drive slowly, this car of mine is newly bought not long ago." "Don't worry, if I crash into a ditch and die, I bet you'd be very happy, Uncle." "You little rascal, it's just that men have those things, chatting with you today has made me feel much better. If you die, who will do those things for me? Bring the car back early tomorrow morning." "Okay, I got it." "Sergeant, can I take a leave today? Today is the second anniversary of my parents' death, I want to go back and have a look, burn some paper." Zhao Changsheng called Sergeant Yu Shengcai in Lujialing. "You kid, why didn't you say so in the morning? It's almost dark and you're just telling me now. Alright, hurry back, I'll have Wang Huyan come, how could you forget such a thing?" Yu Shengcai said angrily, but he approved the leave readily. After getting off work, Zhao Changsheng left, but he had made an appointment with Dou Changhe's driver, Du Shankui, to give him the car after he dropped Dou Changhe off.

At this moment, Zhao Changsheng lay in a ditch, gazing up at the gradually brightening crescent moon. He wondered whether what Yang Hualing said was true, and whether she might be playing tricks on him. For some reason, even if it meant nothing to him, he wanted to take a risk for Yang Hualing. It wasn't for anything else but that he couldn't bear the thought of such a beautiful woman being defiled by Chen Biaozhi. Moreover, a sense of justice was vaguely emerging in his heart. He was a police officer, and he didn't understand why the station chief wouldn't save this woman, just because everyone was from the same hometown? But they were all police officers. The duty of a police officer is to help the weak and combat evil. He really couldn't figure out this matter.

"Brother Du, thank you. I'll treat you to a meal when I come back tomorrow," Zhao Changsheng said as he got into the Santana, addressing Du Shan Kui.

"No need to be polite. When you come tomorrow, I'll treat you."

Du Shankui spoke cautiously, 'This person is the boss's relative, and also a policeman, though only temporary. In these times, who knows when they might become permanent? It's better to be careful in our interactions.' Zhao Changsheng just smiled, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped out like a bullet, leaving Du Shankui dumbfounded. Does this guy even know how to drive? As the night deepened, Zhao Changsheng took out a bundle of rope and a stick from the car. He couldn't be sure if Chen Biaozhi would go to play mahjong tonight. If he was at home, then only force would do, as long as it didn't kill him. In the darkness, he saw himself as a mighty hero, and the person waiting for him to save was the most important person to him. This was the single-minded thought that occupied his mind. 'Good, the door is locked from the outside, it seems Chen Biaozhi is not at home.' After climbing up the steep slope behind the mountain, Zhao Changsheng threw the rope down by the village, where his car was parked on the main road. 'Is that you?' A faint voice came from inside as someone opened the door, so soft it was almost inaudible. 'Yes, it's me,' Zhao Changsheng replied in a low voice.