Chapter 593: His mood was both nervous and expectant

Zhao Desan walked straight to the computer and pressed the power button on the tower. He pulled out the chair for her to sit, then leaned over, resting his weight on the back of the chair. Once the computer booted up, he skillfully clicked the mouse, opened a document titled "Education on the Advanced Nature of Party Members," and dragged the video he had filmed yesterday into the Storm Player. A moment later, Bai Ling and Zhang Da appeared on the screen, and everything that had happened in Zhang Da's office yesterday began to play back...

Seeing herself on the computer screen, Bai Ling's heart began to pound wildly. She held her breath, her eyes fixed intently on the monitor. As the scene progressed, when Zhang Da lunged like a starving wolf and buried his mouth against her earlobe, Bai Ling felt her face begin to burn with heat... When she saw her snow-white chest fully exposed, her heart rate accelerated even further, and her face turned scorching hot. Before long, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she shyly lowered her head. The sound of her own rapid, resistant moans coming from the speakers made her so embarrassed she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Noticing that Bai Ling had lowered her head and was no longer watching the "performance" on the screen, Zhao Desan gave a wicked grin and closed the player. "Bai Bai Bai Jie, did you see that? I knew Zhang Da wouldn't just swallow that insult easily, so I specifically filmed this. I called you over today to give this to you. If that bastard ever gives you trouble again, use this to threaten him. Let's see if he dares to mess with you then."

So that was why he had called her to his home—to give her this. Bai Ling finally understood; it wasn't what she had imagined. Thinking back to her own assumptions, Bai Ling felt even more bashful. With a flushed face, she whispered shyly, "Why... why did you film all of this..."

"Just in case. I knew that scoundrel Zhang Da wouldn't let it go so easily. With this video, let's see what else Zhang Da dares to do to you!" Zhao Desan felt smug about the insurance policy he had kept, his gaze darting toward Bai Ling with a lecherous smirk.

Bai Ling had long since learned of Zhao Desan's capabilities, but she never expected him to come up with such an unspeakable idea. She couldn't help but feel a new layer of admiration for him, while simultaneously feeling that this guy had far too many tricks up his sleeve. His true potential was truly unfathomable. On the computer screen, the "good show" starring her and Zhang Da was still playing. Bai Ling was curious, yet deeply embarrassed; she used her peripheral vision to sneak glances at the footage he had secretly recorded, while using even more of her attention to observe his reaction. The increasingly heated scenes on the screen made her heart race uncontrollably, her face burned, her earlobes turned red without her realizing it, and two clouds of crimson bloomed on her cheeks. Her entire face looked incredibly shy as she stammered, "You called me over just to... to give me this?"

Observing the changes in Bai Ling's demeanor and behavior, the perceptive Zhao Desan sensed something from her flushed face and shy gaze. A strange look crossed his features, and he hung a wicked smile on his lips. "Bai Bai Bai Jie, this is your first time at my place. Giving you this is only one thing; there is another." As for what that other thing was, he played coy and didn't say.

"What else is there?" Bai Ling glanced at the computer screen and asked him, her face full of shyness.

Just then, the video ended. Zhao Desan didn't answer her; instead, he leaned over the back of the chair, casually draped a hand over her fragrant shoulder, and reached over to grab the mouse and close the player.

Bai Ling stared at the computer, watching him operate it. After the Storm Player closed, she saw several other video files. She hadn't been interested in the contents of the computer, but she inadvertently noticed one file labeled "Real Action in the Coal Bureau Deputy Director's Lounge." Although she hadn't had much schooling, she quickly sensed something different about the name of this file. Too embarrassed to ask him to open it for her to enjoy, she feigned curiosity and pointed at the file. "Are there other good movies on the computer? I... I want to see."

Zhao Desan was no fool; he knew what she was thinking. He thought to himself, *If you want to keep watching something more exciting, just say so. Why be so cryptic? What's there to be embarrassed about? * He leaned his head over from her upper right and gave her a wicked grin. "Bai Bai Bai Jie, I have plenty of good movies here, but I don't know which type you want to watch?"

If she really wanted to watch a movie, Bai Ling had zero interest. She was quite afraid of those scenes involving fighting and killing. She had only said that because she wanted to see what these files, which were kept alongside her own, were about. Because the names of these videos all seemed related to their workplace. Besides the "Real Action in the Coal Bureau Deputy Director's Lounge" she had seen first, there was another one: "Finance Beauty Wen..." Because the file name was too long, it wasn't fully displayed, but from "Finance Beauty" plus the character, she associated it with Wen Qian from the unit's finance department.

From Zhao Desan's lecherous expression, Bai Ling knew his computer must be full of those kinds of movies. She was a woman with traditional values and was too embarrassed to voice her true thoughts. She brushed a strand of hair from her temple and said, "Whatever." The moment Zhao Desan prepared to close the folder, she pointed randomly at another file. "Just... just this one."

"Bai Bai Bai Jie, you really know how to pick. This folder is the only one on my computer I'll never delete. It's all good stuff in here." Zhao Desan said, grinning wickedly as he placed the mouse over the file she had pointed to, right-clicked, and selected "Play with Storm Player."

After a few seconds, the player popped up. The first thing to appear on the screen was the figure of a fat man with a bloated face and big ears. The angle was filmed from above; although it wasn't very clear, Bai Ling recognized at a glance that the man in the video was the unit's second-in-command, Wang Anguo. She tilted her head back, looking surprised. "Isn't... isn't this Deputy Director Wang?"

"Don't be in such a rush. Watch patiently." Zhao Desan said with a chuckle, crawling forward until both his arms were draped over her shoulders.

Bai Ling lowered her head, her face flushed, her gaze fixed straight ahead as she watched the video with intense, nervous focus. At first, the screen showed Deputy Director Wang sitting alone in the lounge, smoking and drinking tea. After a while, he seemed restless. He picked up his phone from the table and dialed a number. "Hey, Xiao Wen, come down here. Come to my office for a moment. I have some work matters to ask you about. Yeah, hurry up."

Seeing this, Bai Ling already guessed what would happen in a moment. Her mood was both nervous and expectant; she held her breath and stared unblinkingly at the computer screen. After waiting a few minutes, Wang Pangzi got up from his chair and opened the lounge door. A girl with a plump figure, fair skin, and a rich, non-greasy appearance walked in. There were only a few young women in the entire bureau, and each had very distinct features. Bai Ling recognized at a glance that the person who entered was Wen Qian from the finance department. For some reason, her body trembled involuntarily, and she became even more expectant of what was to come...

As the video played on, a few minutes later, Wen Qian's top had been taken off, and Wang Pangzi was sitting in the boss's chair again. However, by this time, his pants had been pushed down to his calves. In the video, Wen Qian, with a flushed face, was kneeling on the ground, extremely unwilling. She brushed her hair back with both hands and slowly lowered her head...

Seeing this scene, Bai Ling's thoughts were in total disarray. She usually only knew how to diligently do her cleaning work; she never imagined that such absurd things could happen in a state-funded public institution. She had always thought Wang Anguo was a decent person; every time he saw people, he would greet them with a kind, smiling face, giving the impression of being very approachable. She never expected him to be the same kind of trash as Zhang Da—a parasite in the unit.

Watching the exciting show unfolding on the screen, Bai Ling began to feel restless. Her already red earlobes had turned a deep crimson. Zhao Desan's arm was draped over her shoulder, and he could feel her body trembling slightly. Despite her holding her breath and remaining silent to hide her inner turmoil, the breathing from her nostrils still sounded very rapid. He hung a sinister smile on his lips, and his palms slowly slid down from her thin shoulders along her collarbones. Because she was wearing a round-neck short-sleeved shirt, his large palms quickly touched the ice-like, fair skin beneath her collarbones. The moment his fingers touched her skin, her body shuddered violently, and her heart began to pound so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of her throat.

"Xiao Zhao, what... what are you... doing?" Bai Ling withdrew her gaze from the computer, turned her head slightly, and asked him in a whisper, her face flushed and her expression extremely nervous.