Chapter 680: Waiter, bill

Zheng Ru had been watching him answer the phone and noticed that his expression was wrong, so without a word, she took the phone from his hand and asked: "Dad, what's wrong? What happened? Why are you scolding Zhao Desan?"

"It's not that Dad wants to scold him, it's that he invited your department to dinner without telling your Division Chief Lan. This way of doing things is inappropriate." Director Zheng said, softening his tone.

"Dad, actually Zhao Desan wanted to invite Division Chief Lan at first, it was me who didn't let him invite her. I was afraid that if she came along, there wouldn't be any atmosphere. This matter isn't his fault, you should stop worrying about it. It's just a meal, is it worth it? Making everyone feel unhappy." Zheng Ru took all the responsibility upon herself; anyway, Zheng Liangyu was her dad, so she wasn't afraid of anything.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything. Just reminding you young people that when working in this unit, you must know the rules. Eating isn't as simple as you think, there's a lot of learning involved. Alright, it's nothing, eat slowly, remember to go home early." After finishing, Director Zheng hung up the phone. While stuffing the phone into his leather bag, he thought to himself that this girl was actually turning her elbow outward! However, his daughter's strong defense of Zhao Desan made Director Zheng feel a bit gratified; it was truly a bit of "heaven follows one's wishes." Having pampered her since she was a child, this girl also had high spirits and had always been obedient and hadn't dated. Now that she was in her twenties, she was quite good to Zhao Desan, and there was a trend of developing according to his wishes. Thinking this way, the nameless anger Director Zheng had toward Zhao Desan just now disappeared unknowingly.

Zheng Ru took the phone from her ear and handed it to Zhao Desan. Seeing his slightly aggrieved look, she knew her dad must have scolded him, so she comforted him: "Zhao Desan, don't take my dad's words to heart. He's also doing it for your own good. But it's nothing, we're just having a meal, there's no need to ask Division Chief Lan for instructions. Besides, even if you invite her, she probably won't go, there's no need to make such a big fuss."

Zhao Desan took the phone from her hand, forced a smile, and pretended to be as if nothing had happened: "Your dad is also doing it for our own good, teaching us the principles of how to conduct ourselves in society."

"It's good that you understand." Zheng Ru said with a smile.

Xia Jian, sitting in the back row, heard from their conversation that Director Zheng was angry because Zhao Desan didn't invite Division Chief Lan to dinner. He also had a share in this matter, so he quietly didn't say a word, instead acting like a different person, extremely well-behaved.

Although Zhao Desan appeared to be fine on the surface, Director Zheng's words kept echoing in his ears, and he felt extremely regretful. He had lightly believed Zheng Ru and Xia Jian's words and carelessly didn't go to specifically invite Division Chief Lan. He guessed that since Director Zheng would specifically call to scold him because of this matter, Division Chief Lan must also have thoughts in her heart. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan felt extremely depressed. It was only his first day of work, and he had originally wanted to leave a good impression on Division Chief Lan to eliminate the barrier from the day of the interview. Who knew that not only did he bump into her at the bathroom door, but now his actions would instead make Division Chief Lan feel that he didn't put her in his eyes.

Because he was depressed, Zhao Desan didn't talk as much as usual during the meal. Instead, Xia Jian, this guy, was lively at the dinner table. Except for not being very enthusiastic toward Comrade Xiao Zhao, who had no connections or backing, he took care of Zheng Ru and Zhao Desan with extreme enthusiasm. After drinking a few cups of wine, his face flushed red, and he addressed them as brothers and sisters, patting his chest and saying heroically: "Xiao Zheng, Comrade Xiao Zhao, I came to the Planning Division earlier than you, and I have more work experience than you. You two came this year, especially Comrade Xiao Zhao, you just came today. If you have anything you don't understand in your work in the future, just ask your brother."

After drinking a few cups of wine, Zhao Desan's depressed mood eased a bit, so he raised his glass and complimented with a smile: "Zheng Ru, then the two of us must definitely toast Brother Xia today. Brother Xia is truly a real brother. Come, Brother Xia, Zheng Ru and I will toast you a cup first."

Zheng Ru glanced at the slippery Xia Jian with disgust and said to Comrade Xiao Zhao, who was being left out on the side: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, pick up your glass and let's toast together."

"Yes, Comrade Xiao Zhao, let's all drink a cup together." Zhao Desan added.

Xia Jian was sharp and clever. Sensing that he had neglected Comrade Xiao Zhao for a moment, he also patted Comrade Xiao Zhao on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Come, brother, let's drink a cup together."

The four glass cups clinked lightly, making a few crisp sounds. Amidst the clinking of glasses, the four of them drank the wine in their respective cups in one gulp.

After putting down the glasses, Xia Jian enthusiastically invited everyone to pick up food, occasionally adding a chopstick of food for Zheng Ru, and then adding a chopstick for Zhao Desan, as if he had arrived at his own home. Zhao Desan looked at the table full of food, 80% of which was ordered by Xia Jian, which made Zhao Desan's heart ache. Having nothing to repay Xia Jian's "enthusiasm," and seeing him blowing his own horn while drinking, he kept pouring wine for him. After five taels of wine went down, the guy's face turned red and he lay on the table, humming like a dead pig. Zheng Ru, a girl, naturally didn't have much drinking capacity either. After drinking two taels of wine, her face turned red and her eyes became unfocused. Comrade Xiao Zhao on the side saw that they were both drunk, so he said to Zhao Desan: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, it's about time. Brother Xia and Zheng Ru are both drunk, should we go?"

Hearing Comrade Xiao Zhao say he was drunk, Xia Jian, who was lying on the table panting heavily, shouted drunkenly: "Who said I'm drunk? Come, drink." Saying this, he reached out his hand and grabbed around on the table without lifting his head. An empty wine bottle was knocked to the ground by him with a "clatter" and shattered.

Zhao Desan knew Xia Jian was already done for. He slanted a glance at Zheng Ru beside him. Her cheeks were red, her cherry mouth was slightly pouting, her hands were supporting her chin, and her watery eyes were unfocused, looking a bit drunk too. Under the influence of alcohol, she looked a bit charming, which truly made one feel a heartbeat. Especially that mouth, the lips were red and full, very charming, which made Zhao Desan, who had always had some wicked ideas about her, feel that the opportunity had come. He turned his head and said to Comrade Xiao Zhao: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, I see Brother Xia and Zheng Ru are both drunk. Why don't you send Brother Xia off, and I'll send Zheng Ru off, how about that?"

Comrade Xiao Zhao didn't drink much during the whole meal and was still very sober at this moment. He nodded honestly and said: "Hmm, I'll send Brother Xia back, you send Zheng Ru."

Zhao Desan nodded, turned around, and called the waiter to pay the bill. The meal cost nearly three thousand yuan, which made his heart ache faintly. But fortunately, he had finally managed to get Zheng Ru drunk today. This time, he couldn't let her spend his money for nothing like last time without accomplishing anything. Maybe it was Heaven compensating for his loss last time. It was truly a God-given opportunity, Zhao Desan thought with wicked intentions, arranging for Comrade Xiao Zhao to help Xia Jian out first and take a taxi to send him back.

Comrade Xiao Zhao, this young man, was truly honest, and was ordered around by Zhao Desan, this junior, obediently helping Xia Jian, who was drunk as a mud from showing off, to leave. Zhao Desan didn't hurry, first lit a cigarette, sat beside Zheng Ru, and appreciated her carefully. Although he had seen countless women in these years and had tasted all kinds of women, human nature is always greedy, and he was always full of desire to conquer fresh things. He stared lustfully at Zheng Ru, who was lying on the table unconscious from drinking. That fair neck looked particularly tender, burning Zhao Desan's desire bit by bit. Until he finished this cigarette, stretched, and stood up, he grabbed her smooth jade arm without any hesitation, dragged Zheng Ru, who had softened into a ball, up with force, wrapped one of her arms around his neck, and wrapped one of his hands around her soft willow waist. That soft, scorching body pressed tightly against him, which had already made him feel bursts of pleasure.

"Zhao Desan, what... what are you doing?" Zheng Ru opened her unfocused eyes slightly and said drunkenly.

"You're drunk, I'm sending you home." Zhao Desan said solemnly, looking at her flushed face and drunken state, secretly rejoicing in his heart. He helped her up, walked out of the restaurant carefully, and only then did he forget to ask her for the car keys when he arrived at the official car of her dad that Zheng Ru had driven. "Where are the car keys? I'll send you back." Zhao Desan asked her.

"In... in the leather bag, you... you find them yourself." Zheng Ru said confusedly. The leather bag was slung over Zhao Desan's shoulder, so he opened the leather bag, found the car keys inside, opened the electronic lock, opened the front passenger door first, stuffed Zheng Ru, whose body was soft and powerless, inside, closed the car door, and couldn't wait to trot to the other side, open the driver's door, and drill in. He started the car, preparing to find a sparsely populated place to realize the "ideal" in his heart.

Zheng Ru indeed didn't have much drinking capacity. At this moment, she was closing her eyes in the car, breathing evenly, as if she had already fallen asleep. Her eyelashes were long and curled upward, her mouth was slightly pouting and red, and her face was even more flushed. With her breathing, the high part wrapped in the short-sleeved shirt under her fair neck also rose and fell slightly, upright and full, about to burst out, as if it were about to burst the shirt buttons. Imagine how charming a girl in her twenties with a well-developed figure and a pure and beautiful appearance would be in a drunken state, which made Zhao Desan look up and down at her beautiful figure, swallowing his saliva with greed, and couldn't wait to drive onto the road to find a desolate location suitable for doing things.