Chapter 1852

No, I can't just let it go like this. Why should I sell myself so cheaply! Zheng Jie is a married woman, and it's not a happy married life. It was I who saved her, saved her broken home, and gave her a second chance to be a woman. After reflecting again and again, I didn't do anything to let her down, but she did something to let me down. This is absolutely not something that can be forgiven casually. Otherwise, where is my dignity as a man? Even if I have other women outside, it's understandable. First, I'm doing this for work needs; second, it's reasonable for men to have three wives and four concubines since ancient times. So, she, Zheng Jie, let me down, and she should pay the price for it.

The more Zhao Desan thought about it, the more he felt his analysis was reasonable. He slowly turned off the faucet, let out a long sigh of relief, and then smiled slightly on his face. He had a bold plan in his heart; he wanted Zheng Jie to taste the feeling of betraying him!

Returning to the living room, Zhao Desan lay on the sofa, looking at the tightly closed bedroom door, his heart filled with melancholy. What kind of woman is Lan Mei? He had no bottom line in his heart now. But he could vaguely judge that Lan Mei still liked him very much. This was enough to prove when he touched that point just now. Such a woman, such a personality, is she trying to use him, or does she really love him... Zhao Desan couldn't think anymore.

In contrast, because of the unexpected things tonight, Zhao Desan felt that He Liping was not bad to him. At least whenever he was in trouble, he would always stand up without cost, and never asked for anything from him. Even for that matter between men and women, he always followed Zhao Desan's arrangements and didn't make things difficult for Zhao Desan at all. This kind of woman is the best among women!

In a daze, Zhao Desan fell into a deep sleep. In his sleep, he was also gnashing his teeth for his next revenge plan against Zheng Jie...

The next morning, as soon as Zhao Desan arrived at the office, he saw He Liping sitting at his desk waiting for him. Zhao Desan asked with a smile, "Sister He, what's wrong? Do you have something urgent to find me for?" Then he thought of something and immediately said, "Oh, by the way, I drank a bit too much last night and was a bit out of sorts. If there's anything inappropriate, please don't mind!" Zhao Desan's first reaction was that He Liping must have come to settle the score with him because of what happened last night.

"Am I that narrow-minded?" He Liping said with a serious face.

"Oh, hehe." Zhao Desan felt a bit awkward, smiled, and said, "I don't think my Sister He is that ungenerous, otherwise how could she become the Vice Director of our Provincial Construction Committee!"

"Go, go, go, stop playing the fool with me. It was Old Zheng who called me here. He hasn't arrived yet, so I'll wait here for a while." He Liping said solemnly.

"Does Director Zheng have any major matters to call you for?" Zhao Desan asked cautiously. He Liping had her own office, and coming to sit here made Zhao Desan a bit confused.

He Liping looked at Zhao Desan, stopped talking, and sighed.

Zhao Desan's heart tightened. He knew He Liping had something to say to him, so after closing the office door, he leaned over to He Liping's side, kneaded her fragrant shoulders, and asked with a grin, "Sister He, is there anything you can't tell your old... younger brother?" He originally wanted to use the word "husband," but when the words reached his lips, he forcibly changed them to "younger brother."

He Liping slowly pushed Zhao Desan's hand away, then stood up, walked to the office door, and listened to the movement outside the door. After confirming that no one was eavesdropping, he rushed to Zhao Desan's side and said seriously, "If you want to protect yourself, you must quickly find someone to be a scapegoat, otherwise..." Before He Liping could finish his sentence, he heard someone knocking on the office door. Zhao Desan hesitated for a moment, but still shouted, "Come in!"

Office clerk Han Rui pushed the door open, smiled at Zhao Desan, and said, "Director Zheng is here, please ask Vice Director He to go over!"

He Liping quickly responded, "Oh, I see, I'll go over right away." As he spoke, he walked toward the door.

After conveying Director Zheng's instructions, Han Rui turned and left. Zhao Desan grabbed He Liping, who was about to go out, and asked urgently in a low voice, "Sister He, what exactly is going on? Tell me quickly?"

He Liping glanced outside the door and said to Zhao Desan urgently, "Wait until I finish talking to Old Zheng and then I'll tell you!" After saying this, he turned and walked out of Zhao Desan's office.

He Liping left, and Zhao Desan was flustered. He kept turning around in the office, his heart feeling uneasy. What did He Liping's half-sentence just now mean? Why did he need to find a scapegoat?

Does that mean Zheng Tulu really wants to put him to death? Then what was he pretending to value him for? Could it be that this old guy really intends to push him into the fire pit? If that were the case, he would be miserable. The position of Vice Director, which he had just sat warm, would be in jeopardy, and maybe he would be... Thinking of this, a layer of white sweat had already formed on Zhao Desan's forehead!

He Liping entered Zheng Tulu's office with a smile on his face. As soon as he entered, he called out affectionately, "Old Zheng, why are you looking for me so early? What's the matter?"

Zheng Tulu smiled and said, "Yes, I wouldn't have asked you to come find me early in the morning if there wasn't anything."

"Then Old Zheng, tell me, what's the urgent matter?" He Liping said while sitting on the sofa.

At this time, the little secretary brought in a cup of tea and put it on the table. After that, Zheng Tulu instructed, "Xiao Wu, tell the office, no matter who it is, don't disturb my conversation with Vice Director He!"

"Okay, Director Zheng." Xiao Wu nodded and retreated.

Actually, the tea was sent in by Xiao Wu at Zhao Desan's request. His purpose was also to understand the situation in Zheng Tulu's office through his good relationship with Xiao Wu. As soon as Xiao Wu came out of Zheng Tulu's office door, he was dragged into his office by Zhao Desan, who asked urgently, "How is it? Are Director Zheng and Vice Director He's expressions peaceful?"

"Hmm, I didn't see anything unusual. It's just that Director Zheng told me to tell the Comprehensive Office that no one is to be received for the time being, saying that no one can disturb their conversation." Xiao Wu told Zhao Desan Zheng Tulu's words seriously.

Damn it, Zhao Desan's heart at this time was not only uneasy, but also full of jealousy. He wished he could kick open Zheng Tulu's office door and give the old guy two slaps, because Zhao Desan could vividly imagine the scene of He Liping and Zheng Tulu in the office in his mind...

But this time Zhao Desan really misunderstood Zheng Tulu. In his office, it wasn't like what Zhao Desan imagined, doing that thing intimately with He Liping. Zheng Tulu was listening to He Liping's report with a serious face. As the director, this migrant worker wage-demanding incident could be said to have been caused by him for his own private interests, and he just happened to take the opportunity to dump this mess on Zhao Desan for him to handle. But if this matter blew up and the truth was discovered, it would be extremely unfavorable for him. He had to find more ways out for himself. The surface illusion that migrant workers' wages were deducted and the boss ran away temporarily deceived the hardworking, kind, and less-educated migrant workers, but there was another hidden story. If there was any slight mistake and the truth was exposed, his position as director would be immediately endangered. So, he must and it was very necessary to walk on multiple legs, nip this matter in the bud, let Zhao Desan completely become his shield, and complete this plan of killing two birds with one stone. And in this plan, He Liping, who was maneuvering between Zhao Desan and himself, was the best lubricant between him and Zhao Desan.

"So this migrant worker wage-demanding incident is Hu Tao's business?" Zheng Tulu asked, pretending to be nervous.

"Yes, I can be sure that he handled it single-handedly, but... but..." He Liping stopped talking.

"What else is there for you to be embarrassed about with me? Tell me quickly, what can you do? After all, you know, I can't do anything about that kid Hu Tao." Zheng Tulu pretended to be very anxious. His words were also very implicit, meaning that there was an abnormal relationship between Hu Tao and himself.

"Of course I know this, so I've already found a scapegoat for you!" He Liping said with a mysterious expression. He seemed to have discovered the truth about Zheng Tulu letting Zhao Desan handle the migrant workers' wage-demanding incident this time.

"A scapegoat?" Zheng Tulu seemed a bit surprised.

"Yes, Hu Tao can't be touched, and he is the boss behind the project. Can you, Old Zheng, withstand the investigation from above? So, before the migrant workers make a scene at the government, we must digest this matter quickly!" He Liping said logically.

"Then who is this scapegoat?" Zheng Tulu asked quickly. He had already pushed this scapegoat up in his heart and wanted to see if He Liping would think the same as him.

"It depends on how you use Zhao Desan as the medicinal primer." He Liping said with a sinister smile.

"What does this have to do with Zhao Desan? He is blocking a lot of things for me now. Once he is hurt, I have no one here to stand in for me!" Zheng Tulu pretended to be a good person again to protect Zhao Desan, but in fact, he was fooling He Liping to cover up his purpose of "persecuting" Zhao Desan.