Chapter 26

Returning home and taking a shower, Ma Lan picked up her phone to check the time and found a strange text message: "Hello."

Ma Lan felt a bit strange. Whose number was this? She replied and asked who it was.

At this time, Zhao Desan was waiting for her message but didn't receive it, and was already drowsy. Hearing the phone ring, he grabbed it and saw it was Ma Lan's reply, asking who he was.

Zhao Desan was originally very sleepy, but upon receiving Ma Lan's text and thinking of that stunning woman's appearance, he became energetic. He hurriedly replied, saying he was Deputy Bureau Chief Wang's secretary, Xiao Zhao, Zhao Desan.

When Ma Lan saw it was him, she initially felt a bit strange, but having drunk some wine, she couldn't help but think of what happened more than ten years ago. At that time, Lin Lin Dafa's son, Lin Jianyang, was as handsome as Zhao Desan and very popular with girls.

Thinking of how he almost grabbed her breasts when he sent her out in Wang Chunqing's office yesterday, Ma Lan felt that this young man was quite funny, so she simply called him.

Zhao Desan obviously didn't expect her to call. Looking at the incoming number, he became a bit nervous and answered the phone in a fluster.

"Desan, why are you texting your Sister Lan? What's the matter?"

This wanton woman, calling so affectionately, Zhao Desan thought.

"Nothing, Sister Lan, you were very busy tonight, only thinking of calling me back now?" Zhao Desan said with a light smile, his tongue sharp.

"I went singing with Deputy Bureau Chief Wang and the others tonight and just got back. I didn't see your message all along. What's the matter, why are you texting your Sister Lan?"

With Deputy Bureau Chief Wang? Zhao Desan was shocked. Fortunately, she didn't see the message at the time. If Deputy Bureau Chief Wang knew he was texting Sister Lan, wouldn't he be dead?

"With Deputy Bureau Chief Wang?" Zhao Desan asked timidly.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Desan, what do you think of Deputy Bureau Chief Wang?" Ma Lan was a bit tipsy and wanted to understand Wang Wang Anguo's character from his mouth. In fact, she also knew what kind of person Wang Wang Anguo was: greedy for money and lecherous. As long as she wasn't old and still had some charm, and gave him some benefits, he would do things for her whenever there was any movement in the coal industry from the Municipal Committee and the Municipal Government.

"Deputy Bureau Chief Wang? Deputy Bureau Chief Wang is a very good person." Zhao Desan spoke in circles. He didn't want to say anything bad about Wang Wang Anguo in front of Ma Lan. They were in the same group; he didn't know when they would betray him.

"Desan, you just started working at the Coal Bureau and already learned to be slick?" Ma Lan laughed, "What's the matter with texting me?"

Hearing her tone, Zhao Desan knew she was a bit drunk and tentatively asked, "Sister Lan, are you alone now? What about Deputy Bureau Chief Wang?"

"Nonsense! If I weren't alone, would I be sleeping with Wang Wang Anguo? After singing, I found two young girls for him and sent him to the hotel."

"Sister Lan, then your husband isn't there?"

"Husband? Haha... Sister Lan doesn't have a husband... Sister Lan is alone... What? Are you interested in Sister Lan's private life?" Ma Lan lay on the bed, feeling an indescribable sense of warmth talking to Zhao Desan on the phone after drinking. For a long time, every time she came back from socializing, she would just fall asleep, and no one had ever texted her in the middle of the night, which made her feel a bit comforted.

In fact, she had lived to this point, having money and social status, and no longer needed to sell her body to government leaders for these worldly things. But she was determined to take revenge. The hatred from seventeen years ago, Lin Jianyang, who took her virginity, made her pregnant, and then heartlessly abandoned her—she resigned from the Municipal Committee office and entered the coal industry with the goal that one day she would make the Lin family ruined and disgraced.

"Sister Lan... you... you don't have a husband?" Zhao Desan said hesitantly, and at the same time, an evil thought arose in his heart, which accelerated his pace toward Ma Lan.

"Yeah, Sister Lan doesn't have a husband." Ma Lan laughed lightly, "What? Do you have thoughts about Sister Lan?"