Late at night.
Past one in the morning.
The entire street had fallen silent. Bright moonlight spilled across the curtains, casting the room in a hazy glow that made one terribly sleepy.
Ha...
Hoo...
Mm...
Dong Xuebin had already yawned eight or nine times.
Water was still splashing in the bathroom. Sister Zhang had not finished washing up yet.
Dong Xuebin could not wait any longer. He had truly been exhausted today. After checking the time, he decided not to return to his own Family Compound tonight. It was not as if he had never slept with Sister Zhang before, so he simply pushed open the door to the inner bedroom. Looking inside, he found another bathroom. This was probably the room second only to the presidential suite, likely a family suite, with another small room attached inside. Dong Xuebin perked up at once, walked into the bathroom, stripped off his clothes in no time, and happily took a hot shower.
That felt good.
Dong Xuebin's sleepiness faded somewhat. He hummed the song Chen Ying had sung at the gala while lathering himself with body wash, utterly relaxed. The past twenty hours had been incredibly fruitful. Since morning, Dong Xuebin had not had a moment to rest. He had organized, arranged, entertained guests, single-handedly brought a sudden mass incident under control, and finally even performed magic. He had been unbelievably busy, but it was no wonder he was still in such high spirits. He was about to get promoted. One political achievement after another would soon be his, and the matter of the ancient tomb would also come to light before long. How could he not be happy? Joy made the spirit soar, even when one was suffering, exhausted, or busy. At the thought of entering the department-level ranks at