Chapter 2: Peeking at an Adult Film

The pain made her shriek. Zhao Desan hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette, rushed over to the corner of the stairs, and helped her up from the ground.

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan clutched her knee, her face full of pain. She looked up at Zhao Desan, her ears turning red. Shyly, she pushed his arm away and said, "I'm fine."

But as soon as she took a step, the pain in her knee made her stop again, and she clutched it, wincing.

Because she was crouching and Zhao Desan was standing, the entire view was laid bare before him. Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan was wearing her work uniform—the Coal Bureau's uniform was a dark blue suit with a striped white shirt underneath. A woman with fair skin and a long neck looked quite tasteful in it. Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan belonged to this category; her figure was slender, but her buttocks and breasts were developed beyond compare. Wearing professional attire, she was curvy, especially those two "meat bombs" that stretched the long lapels of her suit high up. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of spring—a third of a fair, tender mound. Zhao Desan stood to the side, looking down intently.

"Are you okay? Let me help you."

Zhao Desan enjoyed the scenery for a moment before putting on his "good guy" act again. He felt he should find a way to curry favor with anyone related to the Deputy Bureau Chief.

"Then please help me; my leg hurts a bit right now."

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan said this with a blushing face. Zhao Desan bent down happily, took her arm, and practically carried her, stepping down the stairs one by one with extreme caution. While watching the stairs, he used his peripheral vision to scan the fair, jade-like skin inside Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's neckline. The "steamed buns" wrapped in a bra with a hint of black lace peeking out made him swallow his saliva in greed.

Suddenly, he noticed that the button below the two open ones on Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's shirt was misaligned. He couldn't help but laugh, which made Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan uneasy. She asked suspiciously, "Zhao Desan, what are you laughing at?"

Zhao Desan thought to himself that she must have misbuttoned it in her haste after the tryst in Deputy Bureau Chief Wang's lounge. Not knowing how to remind her, he feigned composure and said, "A button on your shirt fell off."

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan looked down and was immediately embarrassed, her blush reaching her ears, her eyes full of distress. By now, they had reached the first floor. Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan was anxious to fix her buttons but couldn't do it in the hallway, so she said, "Zhao Desan, thank you for helping me. I'll be fine from here."

Zhao Desan said with a grin, "Aren't we not at the office yet?"

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan said, "I'm going to the restroom." She pushed away Zhao Desan's hand and limped into the women's restroom. She locked the door, sat on the toilet, took out a pack of wet wipes, tore one open, and wiped her lower body. Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo had forced himself on her while half-drunk, and the filth was everywhere.

Zhao Desan knew she wasn't really going to the restroom, so he hid in the stairwell, quietly waiting for her to come out. After about ten minutes, Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan emerged, her buttons fixed, and limped toward the end of the hallway. Zhao Desan watched her round buttocks, really wanting to go up and give them a slap. His heart was itching terribly.

Zhao Desan was, after all, only a twenty-four-year-old young man, full of energy and hot-blooded. Watching the Deputy Bureau Chief bring beauty after beauty into the office to "enforce the law" while he could only act as a lookout for that bastard left him feeling unwilling. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration gave him a bold idea. He thought that since the Deputy Bureau Chief would surely bring more beauties into the inner office in the future, even if he didn't have the chance to taste the prey himself, he should at least be able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo getting busy with them.

So, after work that afternoon, Zhao Desan pretended to tidy up the newspapers on the coffee table, acting as if he were cleaning. Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo had finished with Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan and slept in the office all afternoon. As soon as work hours ended, the door opened, and he came out, his face still flushed, though he had sobered up from the alcohol.

Seeing Zhao Desan cleaning, Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo said with a smile, "Little Zhao, so diligent. It's good for a young man to be diligent when he first arrives; you must show your worth. More importantly, you must be able to intuitively grasp what the leadership is thinking."

Zhao Desan understood what Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo meant. He piled a smile on his face, nodded respectfully, and said, "Yes, yes, Bureau Chief Wang, I understand. If I do anything wrong in the future, please guide me, Bureau Chief."

Through his performance over the past day and a half, Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo found Zhao Desan to be a very flexible young man who was good at reading the room, which put Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo's mind at ease.

Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo tucked his briefcase under his arm, checked his watch, and said, "Little Zhao, work is over. Clean up and head home early. I'm leaving first."

Zhao Desan nodded respectfully and walked Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo to the stairwell. Suddenly remembering that Sister Lan had come looking for him, he hurriedly said, "Bureau Chief Wang, there's one thing I forgot to tell you. Sister Lan from the Xinmao Group came to see you, and she asked me to pass on a message."

Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo paused and said, "Got it." He took out his phone to make a call as he walked down.

Zhao Desan watched him go downstairs, thinking that this bastard old lecher had finally left. He quickly returned to the office, locked the door, and began to carefully observe the layout of Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo's suite and the outer office. Aside from a door and an air conditioner shared between the inside and outside, there were no gaps.

Zhao Desan stood on the table, reached for the air conditioner, and tried sticking his phone into the gap between the unit and the wall. It was just enough to fit a phone. Zhao Desan smiled wickedly in satisfaction, climbed down from the table, dusted off his hands, sat in the boss's chair, and lit a cigarette.

As Zhao Desan puffed away, he began to fantasize about what happened in Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang Anguo's lounge, a triumphant smile appearing on the corner of his mouth... ===== CHAPTER 19 =====