Chapter 171

Zhao Desan smiled happily at her, but the conference room was relatively quiet, and he did not dare to speak loudly. Moreover, that bastard Wang Anguo and Zhang Ju were both present, so he could not show that his relationship with Ma Lan was too intimate.

Li Shanshan, who was always generous and a bit arrogant, had her cheeks flushed red and her eyes brightened by that kiss from Zhao Desan. Blinking her long eyelashes, she felt as shy as a little girl, her heart as sweet as if it had been filled with honey. She said softly, "Then I'm going home. You should go back and get some sleep early."

Li Shanshan had a severe cold and fever that night, so she called Zhang Ju early the next morning to ask for a few days off. This gave Zhao Desan a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to get close to Zhang Ju again. This time, it wasn't just about getting close to her body and having sex with her; Zhang Ju was taking him to attend an important meeting.

Early in the morning, Zhao Desan cleaned the office and poured a cup of water. Just as he sat down, someone knocked on the door. Zhao Desan wondered who could be there so early, so he casually replied, "Please come in."

The person who pushed the door open was actually Zhang Xiaoyan. He hadn't had much contact with this girl lately, had he? Heh heh... Zhao Desan let his imagination run wild again and asked her with a wicked smile, "Xiaoyan, what wind blew you to the Logistics Department?"

Zhang Xiaoyan said, "Zhang Ju wants you to go to her office."

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit strange. Why didn't she send Li Shanshan, but Zhang Xiaoyan instead? "Okay, I understand," he replied, full of suspicion. "I'll be right over."

"I'm still busy, so I'm leaving." Zhang Xiaoyan smiled at him and turned to leave.

Zhao Desan wondered to himself, why would Zhang Ju call me to her office in broad daylight? Is she planning to transfer me to a different position? Full of anticipation, he left the Logistics Department for the office building, walked briskly up to the third floor, and knocked three times on the door of Zhang Ju's office.

"Please come in," Zhang Ju said from inside.

Zhao Desan turned the handle, walked in lightly and cautiously with a smile on his face, and said, "Zhang Ju, you were looking for me?"

"Yes." Zhang Ju put down the documents in her hand, clasped her fingers together, and leaned back in her boss chair with a very authoritative air. "It's like this: I have a meeting at ten o'clock this morning, and I want to take you along to attend it."

Zhao Desan was confused and full of doubt. He laughed and said, "Zhang Ju, why take me? Isn't Li Shanshan your secretary?"

"Xiao Li is sick and has asked for a few days off. So, I plan to have you help me out for these few days, acting as a temporary secretary. Are you willing or not?" After Zhang Ju finished speaking in a serious tone, a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and a hint of unfathomable light flashed in her wise eyes.

When Zhao Desan heard that he was to be her temporary secretary, he was, of course, a hundred percent willing. He was overjoyed, but he couldn't show too much excitement, so he laughed and said, "Since Zhang Ju has said so, how could I, Zhao Desan, have any reason to refuse?"

"That's good." A gentle smile appeared on Zhang Ju's intellectual face. "Prepare a notebook and accompany me to the meeting in a while. You've also served as a secretary for Old Wang for a while, so just take some notes during the meeting."

"Zhang Ju, do you think you should tell Section Chief Zhang? I'm afraid he won't give you face, otherwise he'll blame me for leaving my post without authorization again." Zhao Desan took this opportunity to stab Zhang Da in the back in front of Zhang Ju.

"It's fine, I'll just tell him. You don't need to worry." Zhang Ju said, casually flipping out a black leather notebook from the desk. "Alright, you don't need to find a notebook; just take this one and use it."

Zhao Desan nodded and laughed, "Okay." He walked up and picked up the notebook. Seeing that Zhang Ju's gaze was a bit seductive, Zhao Desan boldly asked with a smile, "Zhang Ju, why are you looking at me like that?" He knew in his heart that he had already conquered this woman, who was in her late forties and nearing fifty, in bed the night before. At work, she naturally had to maintain her demeanor, but when they were alone, he didn't need to be so in awe of her.

Zhang Ju didn't answer his question directly. A faint smile hung on her fair, intellectual face. She raised her arm to check the watch on her wrist and said, "We'll leave at nine o'clock. There's still more than half an hour left. Comrade Xiao Zhao, you don't have anything to do right now, do you?" Zhang Ju's gaze was a bit ambiguous. A woman in her "tiger-like" years was very thirsty, especially after finding a vigorous lover; that sense of hunger became even more intense. Looking at Zhao Desan, her expression clearly showed that she wanted to have sex with him.

"Nothing at all," Zhao Desan said with a smile. He noticed that Zhang Ju's expression was gradually becoming a bit dazed, and he already understood what she wanted to do. A wicked smile also appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Zhang Ju, do you have any instructions?"

"Sigh! Forget it, it's not convenient in the office!" Zhang Ju sighed, considering the environment. Unlike Wang Anguo, she didn't like to have sex in her lounge. After all, she was a woman, and a Bureau Chief at that; she still had to consider her status and face.

Zhao Desan was a smart man. Since the leader already had this idea but had concerns, all he had to do was dispel the leader's worries and let her get what she wanted.

He smiled at Zhang Ju, turned to the door, twisted the handle, locked it, and turned back, walking toward Zhang Ju's desk with a calm and composed look, using his eyes and the smile on his lips to tell Zhang Ju: I, Zhao Desan, am ready to serve you at any time.

The expression and the action were self-evident. Zhang Ju could naturally understand. Her body, which had been leaning against the chair, shifted, her eyes became seductive, and she raised her thin, vermilion lips, saying, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, do you really want to do it here?" She still had a little bit of concern.

"The door is locked, it's fine." Zhao Desan dispelled her concerns, walked around to her side, and sat astride her lap, placing his hands on her fragrant shoulders. He carefully admired the face of this woman in her forties. Although there were fine crow's feet left by the years at the corners of her eyes, the skin on her face was still smooth and fair, just a little bit loose, not as tight as a young woman's. Her pair of deep, bright eyes looked very wise, with faint moth-eyebrows, a sharp nose, thin red lips, and a slender face; she was quite womanly.

Zhao Desan slowly bent down, pressed his mouth against her face, and his hands slowly slid down from her fragrant shoulders to her chest, caressing her gently.

After having a soul-stirring time and cleaning up the messy battlefield, Zhang Ju checked the time; it was nine o'clock. She called the driver to arrange for him to wait downstairs with the car, tidied up her messy clothes, took out a mirror and a makeup kit from her handbag, touched up her light makeup, applied some lip gloss, and returned to her usual authoritative demeanor.

"The door is locked, it's fine." Zhao Desan dispelled her concerns, walked around to her side, and sat astride her lap, placing his hands on her fragrant shoulders. He carefully admired the face of this woman in her forties. Although there were fine crow's feet left by the years at the corners of her eyes, the skin on her face was still smooth and fair, just a little bit loose, not as tight as a young woman's. Her pair of deep, bright eyes looked very wise, with faint moth-eyebrows, a sharp nose, thin red lips, and a slender face; she was quite womanly.

Zhao Desan slowly bent down, pressed his mouth against her face, and his hands slowly slid down from her fragrant shoulders to her chest, caressing her gently.

After having a soul-stirring time and cleaning up the messy battlefield, Zhang Ju checked the time; it was nine o'clock. She called the driver to arrange for him to wait downstairs with the car, tidied up her messy clothes, took out a mirror and a makeup kit from her handbag, touched up her light makeup, applied some lip gloss, and returned to her usual authoritative demeanor.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, let's go!" Zhang Ju grabbed her handbag and instructed Zhao Desan, "Bring the notebook, don't forget it."

"Okay." Zhao Desan followed Zhang Ju downstairs.

The driver had already prepared the car, opened the front passenger door, and waited for Zhang Ju to come over. He greeted her with a smile as she got into the car, then trotted to the driver's seat.

Zhao Desan sat in the back. This was his second time riding in Zhang Ju's official car, and since he now maintained that kind of relationship with her, he was completely free of the tension he felt the first time. Instead, he was very relaxed, occasionally cracking a joke or two with Zhang Ju.

"Zhang Ju, what kind of meeting are we attending today?" Zhao Desan was just following Zhang Ju to the meeting and didn't know what it was about, but it certainly had to do with coal; after all, leaders of the Coal Bureau wouldn't be attending a meeting just to talk nonsense about other things.

"A special meeting on coal mine production safety organized by Vice Mayor Yu," Zhang Ju said, turning back.

"Oh," Zhao Desan nodded.

The Audi carried Bureau Chief Zhang and Zhao Desan to the main gate of the Yuyang Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government. The guard at the gate waved for the car to stop.

Zhang Ju rolled down the window and said a few words to the guard before they were allowed in. The municipal-level government was heavily guarded, and not just anyone could enter at will.

This was Zhao Desan's first time entering the Municipal Committee compound, and he couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The car drove to the parking lot in front of the building and stopped. Zhang Ju said, "We're here, get out."

Zhao Desan had already gotten out of the car, but Zhang Ju didn't do it herself. Instead, the driver got out and trotted over to open the door for her, holding the frame of the door for fear that Zhang Ju might bump her head.

This kind of airs was not surprising. In China, from provincial governors down to town mayors, the bodies of officials at every level were precious, incomparable to those of the common people.

Zhang Ju got out of the car, and Zhao Desan followed her into the office building. The building was deathly silent, giving off a stern and solemn feeling.