Chapter 1763

"Alright, don't blame yourself. You did it for my sake. Now, whether we succeed or fail, we can only leave it to fate," Su Qing said, handing her fate over to the heavens and comforting Zhao Desan. When Zhao Desan first told her the plan he had racked his brains to devise, Su Qing knew it was a strategy that would kill a thousand enemies while suffering eight hundred losses, but it was the only plan she could think of at the time. Since she had accepted Zhao Desan's scheme, she could not blame him regardless of the outcome.

"Then Sister Su, what should we do next?" Zhao Desan asked with a guilty heart.

Su Qing said, "I don't know what to do either. We'll just have to see what Secretary Jin does. I hope things won't be as bad as we think." Even though she knew the outcome was already not optimistic, Su Qing still comforted Zhao Desan with a glimmer of hope. After all, it was already bad enough that she had dragged Zhao Desan into her own affairs.

"How about I think of another way to see if I can come up with something else?" Zhao Desan said this without any confidence, words even he didn't want to hear.

"What other way could there be? The result is already so obvious. The situation is one-sided now. Li Changping has already cleared the way with the most important leaders of the Provincial Party Committee, and the Commission for Discipline Inspection is about to announce the investigation results for Deputy Secretary Yang. I estimate it won't be long before Li Changping is riding on my head and acting arrogantly!" Su Qing said with a helpless, bitter smile, clearly no longer holding any hope for Zhao Desan.

"Sister Su, don't lose heart yet. Maybe there's still a good way," Zhao Desan said, comforting Su Qing.

Su Qing gave a few more bitter laughs and then said, "Alright, enough said. I'll be busy for a while. We'll talk when there's time." After saying this, she hung up the phone.

Hearing the 'beep-beep-beep' of the disconnection, Zhao Desan slowly took the phone from his ear and placed it on the nightstand. He casually pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and then exhaled gently. One could see the wisps of smoke drifting slowly past his eyes, which were narrowed into slits. It was clear that Zhao Desan was troubled by Su Qing's situation. His current mood could be described as a mixture of five flavors. He had originally thought he had helped Sister Su with a major matter, but who knew it would end up having the opposite effect? Not only did it fail to help her achieve the great cause of concurrently holding the Deputy Secretary position, but it also left her in a predicament where she was like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river, unable to even save herself. Once Li Changping was promoted, it was certain he would sit on Su Qing's head and act arrogantly. If Su Qing's future official position became unstable, it would also implicate him. Thinking of how he had relied on Su Qing's connections for over a year to establish himself in the Provincial Construction Committee and climb to the position of Deputy Division Chief, if he lost this backer, his future in the Provincial Construction Committee would undoubtedly be fraught with difficulties. Coupled with Zheng Tulu's deliberate suppression, it was hard to say if he could even keep his current position, let alone continue to advance.

Officialdom is like this: one person's success is inevitably built upon the failure of their competitors. Every step taken upward is trodden upon the corpses of the defeated. Once Li Changping succeeded, Su Qing would be trampled firmly underfoot, and she would never be able to turn things around in this lifetime.

Zhao Desan felt very troubled. He had never encountered a situation where he couldn't think of a solution; this trouble was even more severe than when he encountered other difficulties. He thought and thought, but still couldn't come up with any plan to bring the dead back to life. He had always considered himself a lucky star; no matter who he was with, he could always bring them good fortune. From Ma Lan in the beginning to Zheng Jie now, almost every woman he had been intimate with was living better than before, except for this time, where he had become a disaster star for Su Qing, bringing her immeasurable disaster because of a counterattack plan he deemed perfect.

The power struggle among the high-level officials of the Provincial Party Committee was indeed not as simple as he had imagined. He had underestimated Li Changping, thinking he had found Li Changping's weak spot and could put him to death, but who knew this guy would drag Secretary Jin into everything he did now? He was truly too cunning, Zhao Desan thought to himself.

He felt his brain was a tangled mess, even forgetting that he was hungry. It wasn't until nearly four o'clock in the afternoon that the room door was knocked. Zhao Desan's train of thought was interrupted. His first reaction was that someone from the hotel had come to request a checkout, so he hurriedly pulled up his pants, casually tightened his belt, put on his shirt, buttoned it haphazardly, and walked over to open the door, only to find Xi Bingbing standing at the door with a smile on her face.

"You... you're back?" Zhao Desan looked at her with slight surprise. As he pulled his belt, it inadvertently loosened, and his pants slid down with a 'whoosh'. Because he had been in a hurry to open the door, he hadn't had time to put on underwear. As his pants fell, his lower body was presented completely bare before Xi Bingbing.

"Haha..." Seeing Zhao Desan's pants slide down automatically, this comical scene made Xi Bingbing, who seemed to be in a good mood, burst into uncontrollable laughter. She laughed until she was doubled over, her eyes narrowed into slits, and her mouth wide open—enough to fit a fist inside.

Seeing Xi Bingbing laughing while holding her stomach and pointing at his lower body, Zhao Desan looked down and realized his pants had fallen, exposing his lower body completely to Xi Bingbing. Because he had been thinking about things, he hadn't noticed. Realizing his loss of composure, Zhao Desan's face flushed a deep red with shame. He hurriedly turned and bent over to pull up his pants. Who knew that the more one fears something, the more it happens? Just as he turned, because his pants had slid down to his ankles, he tripped, and his whole body fell to the floor in a 'dog eating shit' posture. His handsome face made a hard landing, but fortunately, the floor was carpeted, which provided a buffer. Although he fell and bruised his face, it wasn't enough to affect his handsome appearance.

"Hahaha..." Seeing this even more comical and ridiculous scene, Xi Bingbing burst into laughter once again. She laughed until she was doubled over, her face radiant, and the two firm, towering beauties on her chest trembled with her laughter, like two naughty white rabbits tucked into her bosom.

Zhao Desan was simply ashamed, annoyed, and angry. He was ashamed because this wasn't the first time he had lost composure in front of Xi Bingbing—it could be said he had made a fool of himself. He was annoyed at why he kept making such comical and ridiculous moves in front of her time and time again. He was angry that Xi Bingbing not only didn't come forward to help him up but instead stood to the side laughing 'haha' while doubled over, making him wish he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

There was no other way. While calling out in pain as he climbed up from the floor, he pulled up his pants, this time carefully fastening his belt. With a flushed face and extreme embarrassment, he said to Xi Bingbing, who was squatting on the ground laughing, "Laugh! Laugh! Won't you die from laughing!"

Xi Bingbing held her stomach while laughing, stood up, and said, "You... you made me laugh until my stomach hurts... haha..."

Seeing that she had no intention of restraining herself, Zhao Desan glared at her, turned around, and walked directly to the window, his face stern, breathing heavily as he looked outside the hotel, ignoring her.

Xi Bingbing continued to laugh for a while before she restrained her smile. She walked up, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and asked with a mischievous smile, "What? Are you angry?"

Zhao Desan was indeed angry. This anger wasn't just because of Xi Bingbing's mockery, but also stemmed from Su Qing's side. He ignored Xi Bingbing, his gaze fixed on the distance, his brows knitted, looking deeply troubled.

Seeing he didn't react, Xi Bingbing leaned forward to look at his serious expression and asked with a smile, "Are you really angry? How can a big man be so petty! Can't even take a joke!"

Provoked by Xi Bingbing's goading, Zhao Desan immediately turned his head and said crossly, "Who's angry! I'm not!"

Seeing he had started speaking, Xi Bingbing wore a gentle smile, looked him up and down at his disheveled appearance, and asked, "It looks like you've been staying in the room all day?"

"So what!" Zhao Desan said crossly. Just as he spoke, his stomach let out a few 'gurgles'.

"You didn't even know to go downstairs for lunch. Listen to your stomach protesting!" Xi Bingbing said jokingly with a smile.

After Xi Bingbing said this, Zhao Desan really felt his stomach was a bit hungry. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and said, "Then... then let's go eat?"

Xi Bingbing nodded and said, "You should put your clothes on properly first."

Zhao Desan's mood was like a June rain—it could start or stop at any moment. He gave Xi Bingbing a grin, then turned to walk to the bed to take off his pants. Just as he unbuckled his belt, he vigilantly pulled them back up, then turned to Xi Bingbing and said, "Turn around! You're not allowed to look! I'm putting on underwear!"

"Tch, you've already done it, yet you won't let people look!" Xi Bingbing rolled her eyes at him crossly.

The distance between the two was brought even closer because of Xi Bingbing's words. So Zhao Desan also joked as he unbuckled his belt and took off his pants, saying to her, "Looking costs money—one hundred per time!"

"Then how much does it cost to use it once?" Xi Bingbing was also a carefree woman. She looked at him charmingly and asked jokingly.

This question left Zhao Desan speechless for a moment. He looked at her a bit awkwardly, then took off his pants, covered his buttocks with one hand, turned his back to her, and picked up his underwear from the bed with the other hand. Then he bent over, stretched one leg in first, then the other. While doing this, that thick, large thing hanging between his legs had already been completely exposed. That big thing made Xi Bingbing's eyes go straight. After all, Xi Bingbing wasn't a virgin. Last night, fueled by alcohol and in the pitch dark, she only felt that Zhao Desan's thing made her feel particularly satisfied when it entered her body—it was very tight. This was the first time she had seen that thing, and she was extremely surprised to find it was so big and thick. She stared blankly at the large lump hanging in his crotch until he had put on his underwear, only then coming back to her senses, a faint blush appearing on her face involuntarily. Zhao Desan finished dressing, turned back, and said, "Alright." Suddenly seeing Xi Bingbing's face was a bit flushed, he asked in confusion, "Are you not feeling well? Why is your face so red?"

This question really left Zhao Desan speechless for a moment. He gave her an awkward look, then took off his pants. Covering his buttocks with one hand and facing away from her, he picked up his underwear from the bed with his other hand. He bent down, stuck one leg in first, then the other. While performing this action, that thick, large member hanging between his legs was already fully exposed. That big thing made Xi Bingbing stare straight at it. After all, Xi Bingbing was no virgin. Last night, fueled by alcohol and in the pitch-black darkness, she had only felt that Zhao Desan's thing filled her up and satisfied her immensely upon entering her body. This was the first time she had actually seen it, and she was extremely shocked that it was so big and thick. She stared dumbfounded at the large mass hanging in his crotch until he had finished putting on his underwear, at which point she finally snapped out of it, a faint blush appearing on her face involuntarily. Zhao Desan, now fully dressed, turned back and said, "All right." Suddenly seeing that Xi Bingbing's face was a bit flushed, he asked in confusion, "Are you not feeling well? Why is your face so red?"