Chapter 102: Sister-in-law Wang is a Red Party Member

Chapter 102: Sister-in-Law Wang Is a Red Party Member

After leaving the villa of Fat Qian, Bai Zeshao had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped, recalling the servant from Qian Yihai’s household and the look in her eyes.

That flash of surprise, though brief, had not escaped Bai Zeshao’s notice. At first, he hadn’t given it much thought, but suddenly he felt as if he had seen that servant’s face somewhere before.

Unfortunately, despite his remarkable memory, he couldn’t immediately recall where. But Bai Zeshao was certain — he had definitely met this person, and it had been on an important occasion.

As night had fallen, Bai Zeshao glanced back at the brightly lit Qian family apartment and decided to return the next day for a proper meeting with the servant to see if anything would come to mind.

The next morning.

Early at dawn, Bai Zeshao carried a box of pastries as he breezily entered the Qian family apartment. Sister-in-law Wang would normally not admit visitors, but upon seeing Bai Zeshao, she allowed him in.

“Hello, sir. The master hasn’t gotten up yet. You’ll have to wait a moment,” Sister-in-law Wang said politely.

“That’s fine. I don’t mind waiting,” Bai Zeshao replied with a smile, sitting down on the living room sofa. He carefully observed Sister-in-law Wang opposite him and said, “You carry on with your work. I’ll wait here for him.”

“Uh, okay,” she responded before retreating into the kitchen.

Not long after, Fat Qian descended the stairs, his bulky figure filling the space. Seeing Bai Zeshao in the living room, he paused in surprise and asked suspiciously, “Xiao Bai, did you not go home after you dropped me off last night? Or did you come back again so early?”

“Section Chief Qian, I came again. Since the New Year is approaching, I thought I’d pay my respects and bring some festive gifts,” Bai Zeshao said as he offered the pastries to Qian Yihai.

“Xiao Bai, that’s thoughtful of you, but we have plenty of these pastries at home. Don’t trouble yourself—take them back and enjoy,” Qian Yihai smiled, declining the offering.

“No, Section Chief Qian, these pastries are not like the others. They’re the real deal, and quite heavy. You must accept them,” Bai Zeshao said with a sly smile.

“Oh?” Qian Yihai looked puzzled but reached out and took the box. He froze for a moment, realizing that these weren’t pastries at all—they were gold bars.

He could even smell the metallic scent of gold. Receiving such a grand gift so early in the morning, Qian Yihai’s round face bloomed with a broad smile. “Not bad. These pastries are indeed special. I’ll accept them.”

“You’re too kind, Section Chief Qian,” Bai Zeshao replied with a smile.

“Xiao Bai, you’re impressive and full of potential. Keep working hard—the future of the Party and country depends on people like you. By the way, you came so early; you probably haven’t had breakfast, right?” Qian Yihai said, then called toward the kitchen, “Sister-in-law Wang, make another breakfast portion for Xiao Bai.”

“Understood,” came Sister-in-law Wang’s voice from the kitchen.

“Section Chief Qian, your servant Sister-in-law Wang is truly dedicated. Last night, when I escorted you home late, she was still awake, preparing a hangover soup for you,” Bai Zeshao prompted.

“You’re right about that. Sister-in-law Wang is quite a good person. She’s been with us for four or five years now and has always been very diligent,” Qian Yihai said, patting his shiny bald head with some feeling.

“Sir, you’re too polite. I’m just doing my duty,” Sister-in-law Wang said with a smile as she emerged from the kitchen carrying the meal.

Bai Zeshao looked up at her and suddenly felt a lightning bolt flash through his mind, nearly startling him to his feet. He finally understood why Sister-in-law Wang’s face seemed so familiar.

Because Sister-in-law Wang was a member of the Red Party.

Yes, Sister-in-law Wang was indeed a Red Party member. He was certain of it.

The last time Mr. Li met with An Guoming at the Deyi Restaurant, when Bai Zeshao helped Mr. Li escape by jumping from the private room, outside Guo Xiaofei and his men came to the rendezvous. Among them, the only woman was Sister-in-law Wang.

Due to the urgency of the situation, Bai Zeshao only caught a quick glimpse of Guo Xiaofei’s arrival before averting his eyes. But the sole woman in the group—Sister-in-law Wang—left a lasting impression.

Looking at Sister-in-law Wang now standing before him, Bai Zeshao sighed inwardly. Mr. Li was truly remarkable, having planted someone inside the family of the Section Chief of the Special Agent Office’s General Affairs Department.

Judging by Qian Yihai’s earlier tone, this infiltration had lasted four or five years without detection. It was truly admirable.

“Sir, please enjoy your meal,” Sister-in-law Wang said with a hint of surprise as she noticed Bai Zeshao’s dazed expression.

“Oh, thank you,” Bai Zeshao came back to himself and smiled in gratitude.

“Xiao Bai, what are you thinking about? Don’t like this breakfast?” Qian Yihai asked with concern.

“No, I’m just lost in thought,” Bai Zeshao replied, then picked up his chopsticks and quickly began eating.

At this moment, Bai Zeshao’s mood was surprisingly good. It had been over half a month—nearly a month—since Mr. Li left Shan Ning, and he had no idea what Mr. Li’s current situation was.

He felt like an abandoned orphan, but upon learning Sister-in-law Wang’s true identity, he felt like a child returning home, suddenly warmed and comforted.

Thus, his spirits brightened while eating, even though only he knew Sister-in-law Wang’s identity, and she still regarded him as an agent. Even so, Bai Zeshao was delighted.

After breakfast, Bai Zeshao tactfully took his leave. Qian Yihai feigned reluctance but eventually let him go.

Once back at work, Bai Zeshao was unexpectedly called by Sun Yanjie, who shared some promising news.

“Xiao Bai, remember the place you asked me to watch a few days ago? My men have found something,” Sun Yanjie said directly.

“Oh? Who was the person involved?” Bai Zeshao had not forgotten the gift from Wuyang Bing—the assassin who had tried to kill him. That killer’s backers remained unknown, forcing Bai Zeshao to hold back at the time.

“You definitely won’t guess where that person went after leaving the spot,” Sun Yanjie said, his tone tinged with surprise and puzzlement.

“Heh, could it be they went to the Special Agent Office?” Bai Zeshao joked, then added, “Sun bro, just tell me straight.”

“They went to the Wen Residence.”

“The Wen Residence?” Bai Zeshao, despite suspecting where Sun Yanjie meant, still asked reflexively.

“In Shan Ning, who else but the master of the Wen Residence, Wen Zongwei, could hire someone so powerful and mysterious to kill you? Who else could it be?” Sun Yanjie’s low voice sounded in Bai Zeshao’s ear.

Upon hearing this, Bai Zeshao fell silent.

“Xiao Bai, let me ask you—how did you offend Wen Zongwei? You should know this old man wields immense influence in Shan Ning. The Party, government, and military departments are filled with his friends and relatives, and he himself is Shan Ning’s wealthiest man,” Sun Yanjie asked bluntly.

“I don’t know,” Bai Zeshao said with a bitter smile.