Chapter Fifty-Four: Unable to Comprehend

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Qin Anyi was absolutely astonished—he never expected such a battle to unfold right under his nose. Although he was eighteen, an age when many had already transitioned from boys to men, even those lacking firsthand experience had absorbed substantial knowledge from Japanese films. But for Qin Anyi, this was his very first encounter with such a situation, and, to make matters more surreal, it was happening live before his eyes. He had never dated, so naturally, he was still a virgin. His family's financial circumstances were limited; they didn't even own a standard household computer, and all his spare time was spent working part-time jobs. As a result, Qin Anyi had never seen even a single film of that sort. He was someone who had neither tasted pork nor witnessed pigs running, so this lascivious scene became his first real exposure to such matters.

The three burly men restraining him had, without realizing it, loosened their grip. All three stared, unblinking, at the two pale bodies locked in fierce combat on the sofa. For the men, one of the bodies was coarse and unappealing—they only desired the delicate, smooth one.

Yu Qing was clearly deeply addicted to the act of lovemaking, her body highly sensitive to such things; otherwise, she could never have acted so uninhibitedly. Under the brute's vigorous assault, she quickly entered the mood, her cries rising from soft murmurs to loud, undulating moans. Yet even in this state, she did not forget to play her part, periodically crying out for help, her desperate screams blending with her fevered cries—a performance so genuine it was almost convincing.

Qin Anyi instinctively swallowed, his body naturally reacting. This response was not something even a mythical beast could suppress; it was embedded deep in his genes. Yu Qing was entirely caught up in the moment; their process was varied and inventive, and as their passion peaked, Yu Qing abandoned her initial refusal and engaged in oral sex with the brute. Their heated battle lasted nearly half an hour before ending with the brute's satisfied roar and Yu Qing's uncontrollable trembling.

Yu Qing's lower body was drenched, and when it finally ended, she sprawled on the sofa, her limbs splayed in exhaustion, looking dazed and lifeless. Her once pale, tender flesh was now reddened from rough handling, limp and far less striking than usual—yet still enough to make anyone salivate. The half hour of fierce combat drained all her strength, leaving her without even the will to cover herself.

The brute, who called himself Old Bear, had spared no effort. He knew this was his chance—if he performed well and satisfied Yu Qing, he would become a regular guest in her bed; if he disappointed her, given her intense standards, he would be discarded without hesitation. Seeing Yu Qing lying lazily, Old Bear was immensely pleased with himself, thinking how this affair had served two purposes: framing an ordinary student with no background posed no difficulty, and he had taken advantage of the opportunity to bed Yu Qing. Old Bear was confident that, thanks to his performance today, he and Yu Qing would not be a mere fleeting encounter. The prospect of indulging in her wild charms regularly excited him, making even his gaze toward Qin Anyi more friendly. He was grateful that this boy was a modern-day Liu Xianghui; otherwise, Old Bear would never have gotten so lucky. With these thoughts, he subconsciously decided not to let Qin Anyi suffer too much and simply followed the predetermined script.

Yu Qing was professional; despite being utterly exhausted, she hoarsely cried out for help a few more times. There was no need to deliberately create traces of assault—given the intensity of their earlier battle and Old Bear’s strength, both had disregarded restraint, so Yu Qing’s body was covered in bruises, making her look convincingly like a victim of forced intercourse.

The rest was simple. Old Bear and his three companions pretended to have just returned, acting as though they had nearly prevented the tragedy. The police arrived with unprecedented efficiency, taking Qin Anyi, the suspect, into the squad car and collecting samples from Yu Qing’s body. The entire operation was flawless, with no loopholes. Neither Yu Qing, Old Bear, nor his three subordinates informed Zhao Bighead or Guo Qingyuan that Old Bear was actually the one who had slept with Yu Qing. This was their own initiative, serving mutual interests. If Zhao Bighead or Guo Qingyuan found out, they’d certainly face harsh criticism or even punishment. So, they tacitly kept it secret, and as for the sample test, there was never any issue—it was merely a formality. Moreover, Old Bear was close friends with the officer doing the lab work; a simple word ensured no one would ever re-extract samples from Qin Anyi for comparison.

The operation ran smoothly. On the way to the police station as a witness to the case, Old Bear was still feeling smug, knowing that the rest required no further attention. He only needed to give his statement as arranged, and his part would be over.

Qin Anyi, handcuffed and silent, sat in the police car flanked by officers. Throughout the ordeal, his expression had not changed, his mind continuously analyzing. While the Qilin could analyze all kinds of data, psychological analysis had to be done by Qin Anyi himself, aided by the Qilin’s abilities. No matter how wise a super-intelligent brain was, it could never fully grasp the complexity of human emotions.

Linking everything together, Qin Anyi felt he’d grasped part of the truth. Wei Qinghai, the Party Secretary of Changqing, had been established in the city for two years but was ultimately an outsider, lacking full control—especially since the mayor, Zhou Lingming, had held the position for ten years! From executive vice mayor to acting mayor, and finally mayor, Zhou Lingming’s brilliant career would both begin and end in this role. He was deeply entrenched, a local tiger, and Wei Qinghai was his third Party Secretary. Moreover, Zhou’s age meant there was no possibility of further advancement, so he had no desire to climb higher and no need to give Wei Qinghai face. Wei Qinghai, on the other hand, was very young—even nationally, his age in a deputy minister-level post was astonishing. Normally, such an age disparity should prevent any extreme conflict, but their ambitions and interests were fundamentally opposed. Zhou Lingming, nearing retirement, needed to safeguard his own interests, having little political capital, so he felt no obligation to yield to Wei Qinghai. Wei Qinghai needed significant achievements to bolster his political credentials; reaching such a position so young meant no one knew how high he might climb. So, Wei Qinghai wanted to see Changqing thrive, while Zhou Lingming sought only to maximize his own interests. Collective and personal interests are forever at odds, making Wei Qinghai and Zhou Lingming a textbook opposition.

A term lasts four years. Wei Qinghai had been Party Secretary for two, and Qin Anyi was convinced that the two had already clashed many times. If the entire four years were wasted in internal strife, it would be intolerable for Wei Qinghai. Two years was likely his limit—he was preparing to act.

Yet Qin Anyi still could not fully comprehend certain things. He understood that the strike started with him, probably to gain a local advantage while the other side was unaware, then gradually expand it, since Zhou Lingming’s power in Changqing was overwhelming—a direct assault was impossible, so only unconventional methods would work. Qin Anyi was merely a horseshoe nail, a small piece that could influence the outcome of the whole conflict.

But what he couldn’t understand was why they chose him. Approaching from Guo Qingyuan’s angle, dividing and deploying forces, and gradually launching an attack against Zhou Lingming was creative and practical, but why him? Such a crucial matter… Was Wei Dong not afraid he might botch it? If he failed to handle Guo Qingyuan, it could alert the enemy. Where did Wei Dong’s confidence come from—what made him so certain Qin Anyi would succeed?