Chapter 1479: The Director's Scheme

Jia Wanli really wanted to slap the director. How could she know that this old thing had come prepared? Instead, she thought he had come intentionally to destroy her family. But her husband's urging left her truly helpless, so she threw her hand in frustration, stopped blocking the director, and turned to go to the kitchen to cook...

Jia Wanli's husband didn't expect his benefactor and enemy, the Municipal Construction Committee director, to visit his humble home at night. He hurriedly stood up, respectfully welcomed him, and said: "Director, you... how do you have time to come?" As he spoke, his expression changed subtly, appearing somewhat uneasy.

"What? Not welcome?" The director was clearly confident and prepared.

"Welcome, welcome, I wouldn't dare not welcome you!" Caught between excitement and fear, he blurted out the truth.

The director reached out his hand to meet the one he had extended, but upon hearing his 'wouldn't dare not welcome you', he immediately pulled it back, and the expression on his face turned from sunny to cloudy.

He immediately realized he had said the wrong thing and quickly corrected himself: "Oh, no, no, it should be 'cannot not welcome'." As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt it wasn't quite appropriate and immediately added: "It's... it's a warm welcome, a warm welcome!"

"Hehe," the director laughed strangely, then said meaningfully: "I, as a director, am too bureaucratic and don't care enough about my own employees. So, I specifically took time out today to visit our young couple and care about your lives." When he said the last sentence, he specifically turned his head to look at the kitchen.

"Thank you for your concern, Director. Please, sit, please sit!" He hurriedly and humbly invited the director to sit on the sofa and then hurriedly turned to instruct Jia Wanli in the kitchen: "Wanli, hurry up and serve the director some tea!"

It was as if seven or eight rabbits were jumping in Jia Wanli's chest, up and down. She didn't know what the director was up to. The scene she least wanted to see had happened in her own home tonight. How could she face these two men who both had intimate relationships with her!

Jia Wanli found that the hand holding the tea was trembling violently. The distance from the kitchen to the coffee table in front of the sofa in the living room was only a few steps, but she felt it was so far away. The gaze of her husband and the different gaze of the director gave Jia Wanli an indescribable feeling. More than anything, it was a feeling of being unable to show her face, not knowing how to deal with them. She lowered her head, placed the teacup in front of the director, didn't say a word, turned around, and quickly returned to the kitchen.

Jia Wanli's reaction and performance were clear to the director, and even clearer to her husband, who understood it as clearly as water, clearer than anyone else. The two exchanged an awkward smile and chatted aimlessly. Due to the different nature of their work, the topics jumped from the hospital to the Construction Committee. Jia Wanli's husband was most afraid of him bringing the topic to the hospital. He was most afraid of Jia Wanli finding out about the mistake he had made, which he was ashamed for others to know. So, he was on pins and needles while chatting with the director, who held his weakness.

Jia Wanli's husband had no idea why the director would visit the home of such a small person who wouldn't normally enter his eyes tonight, and even less did he know whether the director would bring him good news or bad news tonight. After all, whether his reputation could be saved and whether the hospital would punish his public position depended on what this director and the dean said. It could be said that his life and death were in his hands.

It was almost time for dinner, but the director didn't look like he was going to leave at all. So, he tentatively asked him: "Director, why don't you have dinner at my place before leaving tonight?" He had only intended to be polite, but he didn't expect the director to agree readily...

With the director staying for dinner, of course, they had to drink. He painfully opened the good wine he had treasured for many years, which he hadn't even been willing to drink on his wedding day, personally filled a cup for the director, and said diligently: "Director, this is the good wine I've treasured for many years. Taste it and see if it's okay?"

The director wasn't polite either. With a 'clink', he downed the full cup of wine he had poured for him in one gulp, then smacked his lips, nodded, and said with satisfaction: "Good wine, good wine, truly good wine."

Having received the old man's praise, he felt as if he had received a pass, filled another cup for the old man, nodded, and said: "Then if the director thinks it's okay, drink more."

The old man waved his hand and said: "How can good wine be drunk alone? Come, come, come, hurry and get two more cups. Let the three of us drink together!"

How could he disobey the old man's order? He immediately said to his wife Jia Wanli: "Hurry, get two more cups."

Jia Wanli was truly helpless by this point. Although she wasn't satisfied with the director's uninvited visit, she had some admiration for his ability to control the situation after arriving. After all, her husband's performance had made her feel much more at ease, but she didn't know that her husband's fatal weakness was completely in the hands of this old man.

Jia Wanli didn't take out two wine glasses, but only one. Before she could put the glass on the table, the director said unhappily: "What? Not giving me face? Why only bring one glass?"

"I... I don't drink," Jia Wanli explained.

"So what if you don't drink? Who is born knowing how to drink! Right?" The old man glared at Jia Wanli's husband.

He hurriedly took over the conversation, frowned at Jia Wanli, and said: "Just listen to the director and get another glass, hurry!"

The helpless Jia Wanli had no choice but to return to the kitchen and get another wine glass. She took the wine bottle, filled her husband's glass, and poured herself half a glass. For some reason, she felt as if she had done something bad after pouring half a glass, secretly glanced at the director, but saw the old man's dissatisfied look, so she hurriedly filled her glass.

Finally seeing the old man's satisfied smile, he saw him raise his wine glass high and say heroically: "Come, let's drink a reunion toast!" After saying this, he tilted his head and downed the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Reunion toast?" Jia Wanli's husband didn't understand the meaning of the director's words, but he still bit the bullet and downed this 'reunion toast'.

After three rounds of drinks and more than half the food eaten, the awkward atmosphere between the three seemed to have relaxed significantly. Jia Wanli, while taking care of picking food for the old man, also had to take care of her husband's mood, occasionally picking food for him too. This handling of roles was the most uncomfortable moment of Jia Wanli's life.

Don't say, as the head of the Municipal Construction Committee, the old man's capacity for liquor was naturally not small. Before long, the three of them had finished a bottle of fine, aged wine. Of course, the old man and Jia Wanli's husband had drunk most of it, while Jia Wanli had only drunk a little out of politeness. With a bottle of good wine down, he stole a glance at the old man and saw that he didn't seem to have had enough, so he got up to get more wine from the wine cabinet in the room. The old man didn't stop him, but instead laughed 'haha' and said: "Good, good, good, let's get drunk tonight."

When he went into the room to get wine, Jia Wanli poked the old man's waist with her hand, lowered her voice, and said sternly: "Director, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Hehe, what do I want to do? What else can I do? Is there anything we can't do?" The old man's answer made Jia Wanli feel even more lost. Before she could ask anything else, the old man suddenly pulled her to his side and kissed her heavily on the cheek.

Oh my god! Jia Wanli was scared out of her wits. She blushed, immediately pushed away the old man's embrace, and looked rapidly toward the door of the bedroom. Good heavens, fortunately, her husband hadn't come out yet.

Jia Wanli hurriedly said to the old man: "Director, are you drunk or crazy? How can you be so indiscreet? If he saw this, that would be the end of it!"

The old man grinned and said with a flattering face: "Do you think I would fight a battle I wasn't sure of winning?"

"You... what do you mean?" Jia Wanli wanted to get to the bottom of it, but there was no time. At this moment, her husband had already stumbled out of the room, holding a bottle of good wine he thought was still pretty good.

He handed the wine bottle to his wife Jia Wanli and said: "Come, wife, hurry and open it. Tonight I'll drink to my heart's content with the director!"

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