Chapter 1284: A Beautiful Trap!

"Mingcheng, I have always admired you, and I have also envied you." He Haiyang drank some alcohol, his eyes showing a bit of drunkenness.

"Brother-in-law, you have always been the person I strive to catch up to; hearing you say this makes me feel unworthy." Shen Mingcheng looked at He Haiyang in astonishment.

He Haiyang sighed, "Although you have made mistakes, you have the ability to stand back up; this kind of courage and boldness is something most people do not possess. Moreover, although you are not within the system, your status is freer. You don't need to look over your shoulder when doing anything, and you don't need to carry the happy lives of many people on your own shoulders; as long as you live your own life brilliantly, that is enough."

Shen Mingcheng secretly thought that He Haiyang was very rare today, actually speaking heart-to-heart with him.

"Brother-in-law, although I have money and freedom now, compared to before, I still lack confidence. The charm of power is something that cannot be compared to anything else."

He Haiyang saw that Shen Mingcheng was feeling low, "Don't be discouraged. Since you have chosen another path, you must walk it forward without hesitation. I think very highly of you."

Shen Mingcheng smiled and raised his glass, "Brother-in-law, thank you for your encouragement. I will definitely make a name for myself and will not lose face for you or my sister."

He Haiyang thought to himself that if one wants a man to grow, he indeed needs to experience setbacks.

Although he wasted two years in prison, Shen Mingcheng had become much more mature and steady.

Since ancient times, officials and businessmen have been inseparable; if one wants to achieve political success, having Shen Mingcheng's secret assistance can increase one's confidence.

He Haiyang asked softly, "Are you still in contact with Chen Lan?"

Shen Mingcheng sighed, "I tried to contact her, but she won't give me a chance."

He Haiyang advised, "Chen Lan is your obsession; you have always wanted to prove yourself. If an obsession becomes too heavy, it will turn into a demon of the heart."

Shen Mingcheng insisted, "Brother-in-law, what you said is very fair. But I just can't get over it. Chen Lan and I had feelings; she was just bewitched by others. If it weren't for the Du Chengfeng family interfering, she and I would definitely not have divorced."

He Haiyang thought to himself that it was a good thing for his brother-in-law to have a knot in his heart, as it could serve as the motivation for his struggle.

Suddenly, his heart gave a start; there was suddenly a Wu Lie in his presence!

This was a beautiful trap!

If he could not control himself, it was very likely he would end up like his brother-in-law, stepping into a realm of eternal damnation.

He Haiyang tried hard to tell himself that he had no improper thoughts.

He loved his wife Shen Minghan very much and would absolutely not have an affair.

As for Wu Lie, it was mostly sympathy.

He Haiyang recovered from his complex emotions and said softly, "Du Chengfeng and I are now on the same starting line, but I have an advantage: I am younger than him. Don't worry, sooner or later, I will make him pay the price."

Shen Mingcheng sneered, "Revenge is only satisfying when you wield the blade yourself."

He Haiyang sensed the murderous aura and his eyes sharpened, "What are you planning to do? Don't be too impulsive."

Shen Mingcheng thought to himself that he had almost let something slip, and picked up his wine glass, "Brother-in-law, I toast you. Our project in the High-Tech Zone has already been pushed forward quite a bit. It's all thanks to your help."

He Haiyang reminded him, "If you want to do things for the long term, you must pay attention to the quality of the project. It is better to earn a little less than to make a mistake."

Shen Mingcheng nodded vigorously, "I will put quality first."

They drank from the evening until past eleven o'clock.

Both of them were seventy percent drunk.

Shen Mingcheng said his goodbyes.

Sleepiness washed over He Haiyang.

He did not wash up, but swayed as he walked into the bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.

Wu Lie walked into the room on tiptoe, covered He Haiyang with a blanket, and closed the bedroom door.

Then, she cleaned up the leftovers on the dining table.

When He Haiyang and Shen Mingcheng were chatting, she had kept herself locked in the guest bedroom.

She had pricked up her ears to listen to their conversation.

Shen Mingcheng had said more than once that she was good in every way, but that she was too pretty, and his sister was likely worried.

A sinister smile appeared on Wu Lie's face.

Ever since she walked into this home, a bold plan had sprouted in her heart.

She wanted to change her destiny through He Haiyang.

Originally, she had pinned her fate on Wang Chunyu, and never dreamed she would have the chance to come into contact with a Deputy Department Level Official.

Her education was not high; after graduating from high school, she entered the university of society, worked in Guangdong Province, and served as a waitress in restaurants.

She accidentally entered a housekeeping company and was packaged as a college-student nanny, but was fired because the employer's wife was wary of her.

Wu Lie was ready.

She felt that tonight was a very good opportunity.

Thinking that after tonight, her fate could undergo a major change, she was both nervous and excited.

She tidied up the dining table, picked up a glass of water, and walked to He Haiyang's side.

He Haiyang was sleeping in a drunken stupor, his snoring rising and falling.

This sound was like a man's large hand, teasing her inner heart.

A photo of Shen Minghan was placed on the bedside table.

Shen Minghan's appearance and temperament were both quite good, but her own advantage was that she was young...

She knew that He Haiyang's wife had a prominent status.

She hated why her life was so bitter, to have been born in the countryside, in a poor family; if she had been born in the city and received a good education, perhaps she could have married a man like Secretary He too.

"Secretary He, please drink some warm water; that will make you feel more comfortable." Wu Lie placed the water by He Haiyang's mouth.

He Haiyang was not sleeping very soundly; he subconsciously opened his mouth, gulped down the water, finished it all, then turned over and started snoring again.

Wu Lie had been in contact with He Haiyang for a while and was attracted by He Haiyang's eloquence and demeanor; she laughed to herself, the talented Secretary He is the same as an ordinary person when drunk.

Suddenly, He Haiyang's brows furrowed tightly, and a gurgling sound came from his throat.

Wu Lie knew He Haiyang was about to vomit and hurriedly placed the trash can by He Haiyang's mouth.

"Wuwu."

A stream of foul-smelling, putrid fluid shot out from He Haiyang's mouth.

Wu Lie suppressed the nausea in her heart, patted He Haiyang on the back, and once He Haiyang stopped reacting, she picked up a piece of tissue to wipe his mouth.

Wu Lie walked out of the bedroom, discovered that her pants were stained with vomit, sighed to herself, and let her gaze fall upon the bathroom.

The house where He Haiyang lived was a four-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom apartment, and the bathroom near the master bedroom also served as a shower room.

The shower room was very large and decorated in a high-class style, with a jetted bathtub, a Japanese TOTO brand toilet, and a Boston sauna.

It was practically no different from the bathroom of a luxury suite in a five-star hotel.

She took a deep breath and walked inside with a determined look in her eyes...

Wu Lie turned on the faucet of the jetted bathtub, and before long, the tub was filled with water.

She did not lock the door to the shower room and tested the water temperature with the tips of her delicate fingers.

The water temperature was just right.

Everything was ready.

Wu Lie observed her own delicate face in the mirror.

A face like this ought to be enjoyed by a big man of status and position like Secretary He.

If it were given to an ordinary man, it would simply be a trampling of beauty...