After much thought, Yang Zi decided to kill Tang Jian. It was the safest way, as only the dead keep secrets.
That evening, Yang Zi returned home.
It wasn't long before Tang Jian arrived at the villa. Tang Jian was probably more familiar with this villa than Yang Zi herself. He had been Liu Shaoqi's driver for five or six years, and he visited the villa almost daily. Upon entering, he called out, "Madam, I'm here."
Yang Zi was wearing a sling dress, her tall figure and loose hair making her incredibly charming. She was holding a glass of red wine.
"Why did you only just arrive?" Yang Zi playfully scolded, her tone slightly reproachful.
"Hehe, wasn't I just worried that arriving too early might raise suspicions, Madam?" Tang Jian laughed heartily, rushed over, embraced Yang Zi and kissed her fervently on the chest, delighting her into giggles.
"Come on." Yang Zi led Tang Jian up to a room on the second floor.
