Chapter 1202

"Come here!" Seeing him remain unmoved, He Liping straightened her body, glared with her crystalline eyes in a serious expression, and her tone sounded somewhat stern.

Zhao Desan asked with no confidence in his heart, "Sister He, you... if you have any instructions, just say them. Do we really have to... have to be this close?"

Seeing that Zhao Desan was somewhat at a loss from being frightened by her, He Liping was not only amused and felt a bit happy inside, but she also let out a giggle. As soon as she laughed, she felt that being so casual in front of Zhao Desan would make him look down on her, so she looked at him with a very disdainful expression and pointed, saying, "Look at that cowardly look of yours! I'm not going to eat you! Look at how scared you are! With that cowardly look, you still want to fight with Old Zheng!"

This tactic was indeed very effective. Zhao Desan was spurred by He Liping's contempt to show his masculine spirit. He simply didn't say another word, rushed directly to her desk, puffed out his chest, patted it, and said, "I, Zhao Desan, am a man when I stand tall! I fear neither heaven nor earth, so why would I fear you, Sister He!" For a moment, that spirit of fearing neither heaven nor earth surged out.

"Giggle..." He Liping was amused by his spirit of fearing neither heaven nor earth and let out a series of silver-bell-like laughs. While laughing, she said in a slightly mocking tone, "You're not afraid? If you're not afraid, why were you so timid and unwilling to come over just now?"

"I... I wasn't afraid..." Zhao Desan prepared to say "I was afraid Old Zheng was next door." But he felt that if he said it like that, it would instead show his fear of Old Zheng in front of He Liping, so the second half of the sentence became "I was afraid that if I came over, I would scare you, Sister He!"

"You'd scare me?" He Liping asked back with a surprised laugh, pointing at herself, "You'd scare me? What do I have to fear from you?"

"Sister He, aren't you afraid that I might do something you're unwilling to do, just like yesterday at noon?" Zhao Desan asked with a wicked smile.

He Liping was actually dying for him to do what he had done to her in the warehouse yesterday at noon, but she didn't have the guts to do it in her own office. Furthermore, Old Zheng's office was right next door; although he wasn't there, he could return at any moment. She didn't have the guts to challenge Old Zheng's bottom line just to try out a man's prowess. Although her determination to assist Old Zheng had collapsed once she realized she was merely one of his many playthings, the ambitious He Liping understood that to climb to a higher position, she could only serve Old Zheng well for the time being to ensure her position as the newly appointed deputy director would not be shaken.

"Do you have the guts? Don't forget whose office is next door. Even if I lent you the guts, you wouldn't dare!" He Liping postured as she glanced at the wall connecting to Old Zheng's office, let out a scoff, and mocked him with a series of cold sarcasms.

This sentence did indeed intimidate Zhao Desan. It was true; he really didn't have the guts to force himself on He Liping in the office next to Old Zheng's. This was undoubtedly pulling teeth from a tiger's mouth—suicide. Fortunately, Zhao Desan reacted quickly. He immediately chuckled and took the opportunity to back down, saying, "Sister He, you're right. I truly don't have the guts to take you right under Director Zheng's nose. If I had that kind of guts, I'm afraid the person sitting in the office next door wouldn't be Director Zheng, but me." Zhao Desan's words were a double entendre. The first layer of meaning was admitting he didn't have the guts to force himself on He Liping under Old Zheng's nose. The second layer hinted that he was well aware of what went on between her and Old Zheng in this office.

Smart people can directly hear the intended meaning in others' words. He Liping naturally counted as a smart woman. Upon hearing Zhao Desan's words, her reaction was indeed unusual. She slightly widened her crystalline eyes and asked in a slightly panicked tone, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, what do you mean?"

He Liping's reaction let Zhao Desan know she had grasped his meaning, so he deliberately played dumb and said, "I don't mean anything. I'm just saying I don't have the guts to do anything to you, Sister He, in this office." After finishing, Zhao Desan didn't want to dwell on this issue with her, so he asked straightforwardly, "Sister He, you didn't call me up here just to test my guts and see if I dare to take you under Director Zheng's nose, did you? If you have something to say, just say it!"

Seeing Zhao Desan become serious, He Liping stopped beating around the bush. She gave him a bewitching look, suddenly bent down, pulled open a drawer, took out 50,000 yuan, threw it directly onto the desk, and said, "Here is 50,000 yuan for you. Just act like you don't know about yesterday's matter and don't go spreading it around the unit!"

"Sister He, you really can bring yourself to offer this?" Zhao Desan said in a strange tone.

He Liping misunderstood his meaning, straightened her body, and said anxiously, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, don't be greedy! The returned office supplies and air conditioning equipment totaled 200,000, and Old Zheng and I split it evenly. You think 50,000 is too little? You have to know you don't have to bear any risks at all!"

"Sister He, are you saying you want to use this money to bribe me?" Zhao Desan smiled flippantly. Just as he pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down, he heard footsteps in the hallway. He immediately stood up with a 'whoosh' as if he were sitting on needles and looked back vigilantly.

Seeing this, He Liping sneered and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, are you afraid Old Zheng might suddenly walk in?"

"What's there to be afraid of!" Zhao Desan said with an appearance of fearing neither heaven nor earth, puffing out his chest and playing the hero again.

He Liping glanced at him contemptuously, then lowered her eyes to glance at the 50,000 yuan lying on the desk, raised her eyebrows, and said to him, "Are you taking this 50,000 yuan or not? I'm not doing this entirely to seal your mouth. There will be many times in the future when I'll need to ask you about work, so consider it a little consolation fee."