2: Chapter 2: Soul Transmigrates into a Deputy Director-General Level Leader

Seven or eight minutes later, Cui Liming finished showering. Just as he embraced the stunning beauty, his phone rang.

He hesitated for a moment, choosing not to answer, but it rang again immediately after stopping, quite stubbornly, as if it were deliberately trying to prevent their intimacy.

Cui Liming had no choice but to pick up the phone and check; it was a call from Deputy Director Ouyang Yang:

"Little Cui, hurry back to the County Committee. The report draft needs major revisions."

Upon hearing this, Cui Liming felt like dying. Deputy Director Ouyang Yang had made him revise it repeatedly without ever offering specific feedback. By the tenth draft, it was finally ready to be shown to the County Committee Standing Member and Office Director Wu, but it seemed Director Wu wasn't satisfied, and now it had to be rewritten.

"Director, I can be at the office to revise it by seven tomorrow morning, is that okay?"

"No! Director Wu wants the final draft tonight to show the Secretary first thing tomorrow morning. Stop dawdling and get over here! I'm waiting in the office!"

Deputy Director Ouyang Yang hung up the phone after speaking.

"What's wrong? Do you have to go back and revise the draft again?" Lu Waner asked, her large eyes blinking.

(This book is not a cuckold story. Lu Waner is a pure and kind girl, not like some readers commented, conspiring with Deputy Director Ouyang Yang against Cui Liming; she is completely unaware. I hope readers do not believe or spread rumors, you will know when you reach the later chapters. Is it that some readers have read too many cuckold stories that they jump to that conclusion whenever they see a scene of two people truly in love?)

"Yes." Cui Liming scratched his head in frustration, "Waner, you go to sleep first. I think I'll be pulling an all-nighter."

"Liming, be safe on the road. If you're tired, take a nap in the office; don't force yourself." Lu Waner embraced him from behind, full of care.

Cui Liming turned around and pulled her tightly into his arms, comforting her: "The sooner it's done, the sooner I'm free. Once I finish it tonight, I can spend all day tomorrow with you."

"Mhm, I'll wait for you." She kissed him charmingly and sweetly, implying that she would wait for his return to complete the intimacy they had left unfinished tonight.

At 12:10, watching Cui Liming walk downstairs and leave, Lu Waner, who had seen him to the door, felt both regretful and somewhat relieved, as she actually preferred to save her first time for their wedding night.

However, had she known this would be their final farewell, she would certainly have stopped him and not let him leave.

Cui Liming rushed to the County Committee office through the rain. However, on the entire third floor, only their department had the lights on.

And Deputy Director Ouyang Yang was puffing away in his office. Seeing Cui Liming enter, he didn't immediately speak about the draft but instead asked him to sit down opposite him and took out a cigarette, gesturing to toss it to him.

Cui Liming waved his hand: "Director, I don't smoke."

Deputy Director Ouyang Yang then dipped the cigarette filter into his freshly brewed tea cup. This was an old smoker's habit; it gave the smoke a tea fragrance and a cool sensation.

"We'll talk about the draft later. There is a more important matter I must remind you of."

"What is it?" Cui Liming asked suspiciously.

"You know Xia Ruilong is the County Magistrate's father-in-law, right?"

"I know."

"Knowing that, and you still go around reporting him? Have you lost your mind? Do you not want to work anymore? Or do you not want to live anymore?!" Deputy Director Ouyang Yang scolded with a stern face.

"Director, just because he is the County Magistrate's father-in-law doesn't mean he can do whatever he wants, break the law, or violate regulations, right?" Cui Liming retorted stubbornly.

Deputy Director Ouyang Yang slammed the table: "You... you reckless fool! You don't know the heights of the sky or the depths of the earth!"

He gasped for air a few times, his gaze hammering onto Cui Liming's face: "I'll ask you one more time, are you going to stop or not?"

"Impossible. If the city doesn't care, I'll report to the province! If the province doesn't care, I'll report to the central authorities! I don't believe there's no place in this world to get justice!" Cui Liming was as firm as iron.

"Fine... fine, you're something else, you're really something!" After cursing, Deputy Director Ouyang Yang crushed the cigarette butt fiercely and stood up to pace back and forth.

"Director, didn't you call me here to revise the draft?"

Deputy Director Ouyang Yang suddenly stopped, looked up at him with a cold gaze, and after a long while, his expression suddenly shifted. He smiled and said: "Right, the draft. You made me so angry I almost forgot the main business."

"How should I revise it?"

"Revise it again according to this framework. The language must be concise, the content solid, and every sentence must stand up to scrutiny." Deputy Director Ouyang Yang said, tossing a manuscript to him.

Cui Liming picked it up and looked, feeling both amused and frustrated. He muttered softly: "Isn't this the first draft? Uh, it really is. Ten drafts, nine drafts, back to the first draft."

Seeing Deputy Director Ouyang Yang staring at him without speaking, he asked again: "Is this Director Wu's opinion?"

Deputy Director Ouyang Yang did not answer directly: "Why do you have so much nonsense to say? Hurry up and revise it!"

At 3:10 AM, Cui Liming's revised draft finally passed Deputy Director Ouyang Yang's approval, and he left work to go home.

Outside, it was still raining—not heavily, but the road was full of water, and the visibility was quite poor.

He put on a raincoat with the County Flood Control Office logo, got on his electric scooter, and left the County Committee compound.

After riding on Renmin Road for a few minutes, he arrived at the intersection with Dongfeng Street.

The road was empty, with no vehicles, but a man stood by the roadside, holding an umbrella, talking on the phone while staring at him.

He didn't know the man and didn't pay any attention.

At that time, Cui Liming was not wearing a helmet, and the hood of his raincoat covered his face, obstructing his view.

Just as he reached the crosswalk, he suddenly heard a roar. He turned his head and saw a car rushing toward him with a whistle.

Cui Liming couldn't dodge in time. With a loud bang, he and his scooter were knocked more than ten meters away.

He fell heavily to the ground from a height, splashing water everywhere.

The rainwater beneath him turned red instantly, rippling out like Manjushage blooming in that deep, rain-drenched night.

It was like crawling inch by inch for a century through a deep, dark ventilation duct, finally reaching the end.

He pushed open that door, and the light poured down like a waterfall.

Cui Liming saw a beautiful ceiling, smelled the scent of alcohol, and heard the sound of rain trickling outside the window.

"I'm not dead?" He found himself wearing pajamas, lying on a large bed. The room was luxuriously yet simply decorated; it was a completely unfamiliar place.

"Where is this? Wasn't I hit by a car? How am I here..."

A series of questions, like the Geysir geyser in Iceland, bubbled up with countless bubbles, suddenly boiling and spraying into the high sky.

Cui Liming's consciousness collided and intertwined with Zhang Huaijing's memories, constantly impacting his brain. Nearly an hour later, they finally merged into one, integrated, improved, and upgraded, synthesizing a new consciousness and personality.

Once his emotions stabilized, he had to accept this laughable reality: he was both Cui Liming and Zhang Huaijing; he was neither Cui Liming nor Zhang Huaijing, but a brand-new person.

His identity was Zhang Huaijing, Deputy Director of the Provincial Party Committee Policy Research Office, 35 years old.

Just a short while ago, on the living room sofa, Zhang Huaijing was having fun with Wen Di, when he was caught in the act by his wife, Wang Shuting.

Wen Di was Wang Shuting's best friend.

In the end, after a commotion, Wen Di scrambled away in a panic.

Zhang Huaijing, however, calmly began drinking foreign liquor, successfully getting himself drunk, and another fierce argument erupted with Wang Shuting.

Zhang Huaijing beat her up and then lay on the bed, fast asleep.

This man was a philanderer, challenging Wang Shuting's bottom line time and time again. She could bear it no longer, and a murderous intent arose. In a moment of madness, when he was groggily asking for hangover pills, she handed him six sleeping pills instead.

In a drunken state, swallowing a large amount of sleeping pills is highly likely to cause respiratory failure due to the dual suppression of the central nervous system, leading to death.

Wang Shuting succeeded in murdering her husband, and Zhang Huaijing died young. Who would have known that Cui Liming's soul would transmigrate into Zhang Huaijing's body.

Both of them "lived."

However, his bodily functions had not yet recovered, and he could not move; he could only lie there quietly like a dead person.

And what about Wang Shuting? After the murder, she was panicked, distraught, and terrified, running back to the villa. After showering for an hour, her legs were still weak, and her mind was still blank.

She was afraid and regretful, so, harboring a glimmer of hope that he might not be dead, she ran back to Jiayu Mansion.

Seeing Zhang Huaijing on the bed, his face pale and lifeless! She was completely desperate, collapsing to the ground, weeping bitterly, not even daring to check his breath.

A long time later, she steadied her mind, wiped away her tears, accepted the cruel reality of the murder, and set about creating the illusion that Zhang Huaijing had accidentally swallowed sleeping pills, working until 4:30 AM.

She sat cross-legged on the living room sofa, confidently believing she could call the police now.

And Cui Liming's consciousness finally achieved unity and fusion with this body; his body was now under his control.

He climbed up, walked out of the bedroom, and said in a cold tone: "Wang Shuting, you were about to dismember me, weren't you?"

Wang Shuting turned her head to look, terrified out of her wits.