Chapter 597

No wonder Su Qing's voice sounded a bit floaty; it turned out she had been drinking. "Oh, Sister Su, I miss you." He took the opportunity to attack Su Qing's lonely inner world with secret words again.

Su Qing, nearing fifty, had been living a single life ever since she divorced her husband many years ago. Although in order to keep moving up, she had also "paid contributions" with her body to quite a few provincial leaders, after many years, she finally sat in the position of Minister of the Organization Department, who was in charge of the promotion of leading cadres. However, her heart had always lacked the nourishment of love. The appearance of Zhao Desan made her feel that life was not so dull. His "I miss you" made her, slightly drunk, feel warm in her heart and even more unable to bear the loneliness. She lay back on the soft Simmons mattress, smiled lightly with a drunken air, and said, "Sister misses you too. Come to the province quickly after you finish your business; Sister needs you."

"Then... then I'll go over tomorrow." Zhao Desan said. The Construction Committee hadn't notified him of the interview yet, and he was afraid that if the interview time was moved up, his late arrival would make Su Qing lose face.

"Mm, come over quickly, Sister misses you especially much right now." Su Qing lay on the bed, swaying from side to side, panting into the phone and confiding her inner loneliness. In the villa, which had already been tainted with the scent of Zhao Desan, she was the only one there at this moment. Listening to his voice and recalling the few days he had lived here, she felt what a real woman was. The hot scenes of their daily entanglement flashed in her mind, making her body burn uncontrollably. One hand placed itself on her towering chest involuntarily, and through a decent short-sleeved shirt, she began to caress it gently...

From the phone, Zhao Desan could tell that Su Qing was a bit unusual. He keenly sensed that she, after drinking, must be in a state of dual loneliness, both physiological and psychological. He said with a wicked smile, "Sister Su, what do you miss about me?"

His wicked laughter was undoubtedly a tease to Su Qing. She rubbed her full breasts gently while laughing drunkenly, "Xiao Zhao, you are truly wicked. You are asking when you know the answer. Sister wants you especially much right now."

As expected, a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Desan's mouth. He flattered her into the phone, "Sister Su, I want you especially much right now too."

"Then come over. Sister has had a bit to drink, so just do whatever you want." Su Qing felt her body was soft and weak. She didn't even take off her high heels and lay spread-eagled on the bed. She was too lazy to hold the phone in her hand, so she threw it by her ear and turned on the speaker. Her other hand was weakly rubbing the full breasts wrapped in the shirt. The scorching feeling all over her body made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

This woman must have wanted to do it for real after drinking. He had a deep understanding of the feeling of wanting to indulge and vent after drinking. He knew Su Qing must be extremely uncomfortable right now. To please her, he came up with a method: phone sex. This was a novel way of making love he had seen on the internet, just like how he and Su Qing had previously turned on the video in front of the computer and watched each other comfort themselves. It would definitely be able to relieve Su Qing's urgent need.

So he said mysteriously, "Sister Su, do you want it especially much right now, but I'm not by your side? How about... how about we do it on the phone? I'll moan for you to hear, and you moan for me to hear, okay?"

Su Qing was already at a level of extreme thirst for sex. No matter what method it was, as long as it could make her feel pleasure right now, she would do it. She said "Mm" without hesitation.

After settling Su Qing, Zhao Desan was also exhausted. He coaxed and deceived her into hanging up the phone, leaned against the headboard, let out a long sigh of relief for a while, and then lay down to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Su Qing's drunkenness wore off. She woke up and opened her sore eyes. The incandescent light in the bedroom was a bit dazzling to her. The surrounding environment was extremely quiet. The large room was empty, and it was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the floor. Such a silent environment suddenly made Su Qing feel a bit scared. To be more precise, she felt extremely lonely. Having lived alone for so many years, she didn't know why she felt so lonely after waking up from drunkenness this night. Her heart felt as if it had been hollowed out. Fragments of past events surged into her heart uncontrollably, and scenes from many years ago flashed repeatedly in her mind. If it weren't for the fact that she had taken the shortcut of the officialdom with her body for the sake of career promotion, she should be like other fifty-year-old women now, having a happy second half of her life and a perfect family. The child she had given to others should be about the same age as Zhao Desan. But now, she had developed such an unclear relationship with a man who was the same age as the son she should have had. Moreover, her ambition in the officialdom had almost reached the end of what a woman could reach. Whether in terms of age or official position, it was almost impossible to go any higher. She had what she shouldn't have, but she hadn't obtained any of what she should have. Thinking of the life in the second half of her life, Su Qing couldn't help but feel a bit sad, and bitter tears welled up in her slightly red eyes. This feeling of being complex and having nothing was the first time she had felt it in so many years. In this silent late night, she felt that she especially needed someone to accompany her by her side, especially the company and care of a man. She pinned this feeling entirely on Zhao Desan, who was very different from her in age, status, and position. She also knew that the unethical relationship with him wouldn't last long, but she couldn't care about that anymore. As long as she could get the comfort of a sturdy man's body, her inner loneliness would also be alleviated.

A lonely night, an empty night, a night without company—how much of a torment it was for a woman in her fifties. Ever since she woke up from drunkenness, Su Qing had been tossing and turning, unable to sleep. After enduring the extremely empty time for most of the night, as soon as the sky turned bright, she climbed out of bed with difficulty and went to the bathroom to take a shower. She returned to the bedroom with her perfect body, which all women envied, naked. She came to the wardrobe, selected a set of clothes with elegant colors and novel styles, put them on, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at herself back and forth. She felt it was quite decent, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she turned around, picked up her phone from the nightstand, put it into a high-end leather bag, slung the bag over her jade-white arm, walked out of the bedroom, came to the door, changed into a pair of black high heels, locked the door, and walked out.

At this moment, Zhao Desan, who was in Yuyang City, also got up early and packed up the things he usually needed to take with him to the province for daily life. After packing all the necessary things, the sun was already high in the sky. He let out a sigh of relief, sat down on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and prepared to rest for a while before setting off for the next stop in his life.

After half a cigarette, Su Qing, who had returned to her office after the meeting, called him in boredom, asking when he would arrive in Xijing. He said he would set off before noon and would arrive around three or four in the afternoon. Hearing this news, Su Qing was extremely happy, thinking that she finally wouldn't have to spend the long and lonely night alone. "Send me a message or call me when you are almost here. If I'm not busy, I'll pick you up. If I'm busy, I'll arrange for someone else to pick you up." Su Qing said happily on the phone.

After finishing Su Qing's call, the half-cigarette left on the ashtray had burned out by itself. So he took another cigarette and lit it, while smoking and fantasizing about his future in the Provincial Construction Committee. Just by sucking up to a director of the Yuyang City Coal Bureau, he had jumped two levels in a short period of three years. Not to mention that his future backer was the dignified Minister of the Organization Department of the Hexi Provincial Party Committee, Su Qing. Thinking of this, a smile full of confidence appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily. He took a hard drag on the cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, feeling proud of himself.

After finishing this cigarette, Zhao Desan picked up his small suitcase, opened the door, and walked out. Who knew that as soon as he went downstairs, his phone rang. He thought it was Su Qing calling. He took out his phone with a smile, but saw that it was a landline number from the city. This made him a bit strange, and he answered the call in a daze.