Chapter 712: Seems to make sense

Zhao De naturally understood his meaning, so he hurriedly dissuaded Zheng Ru and said, "Don't take it, don't take it."

"Drink some more?" Zheng Tulu said with a flushed face and a chuckle, trying to be brave.

"Director Zheng, I've drunk enough, don't take it." Zhao De dissuaded. Just at this moment, he felt his mobile phone vibrating in his trouser pocket. He didn't know whose call it was, and it was very impolite to answer the phone when everyone was talking enthusiastically at the wine table, so he reached his hand into his trouser pocket without anyone noticing and directly rejected the call.

"If you've drunk enough, then don't drink." Zheng Tulu chuckled and said.

Zhao De chuckled and said he had drunk enough. He felt his mobile phone vibrating a few times in his trouser pocket again. It should be a text message. Out of curiosity, he used the excuse, "Director Zheng, you eat first, I'll go to the bathroom."

"I'll take you." Zheng Tulu's wife volunteered. She got up and took him to the bathroom door, turned her head, a flash of blurred light in her eyes, and said, "Here."

Zhao De squeezed a wicked smile at the corner of his mouth at her. That bad expression made her heart feel a bit moved. His tall, strong body and handsome face made her want to be nourished by such a man once. As a woman in her forties with quite strong physiological needs, she hadn't been nourished by a man for too long. That emptiness of heart and body made her particularly fascinated by Zhao De. But in her own home, in front of her husband and daughter, those improper thoughts only stayed in her mind for a moment and then vanished.

Zhao De pushed the door into the bathroom, and she returned to the dinner table and sat down without changing her expression.

Zheng Ru had eaten enough, so she put down her chopsticks and said, "I'll go back to my room first." Saying this, she got up and walked toward her boudoir.

"What do you think of this young man Comrade Xiao Zhao? He's quite good, right?" Zheng Tulu asked his wife with a flushed face and a strange expression. His wife was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said with a light laugh, "He's quite good."

"I want to match him and our Ruru. These two children are quite a match," Zheng Tulu said mysteriously in a low voice.

After Zheng Tulu's wife understood the real purpose of him asking Zhao De to come to the house as a guest, she appeared a bit surprised. She raised her eyebrows slightly, widened her eyes slightly, and her lips twitched a few times, not knowing what to say.

Seeing that his wife seemed to hold a skeptical attitude toward his idea, Zheng Tulu leaned his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Think about it, Comrade Xiao Zhao's cousin is the Minister of the Organization Department of the Provincial Party Committee and a member of the Provincial Party Standing Committee. She has great power, and this connection is very strong. Moreover, after my several investigations, I feel this young man Comrade Xiao Zhao is quite sharp. If he becomes our son-in-law, it will also be good for our Ruru's personal development in the future. After all, our family has no son, just Ruru, this one girl. Comrade Xiao Zhao being our son-in-law is not a loss for us at all."

After his wife heard him say this, it wasn't that it didn't make sense. Comrade Xiao Zhao was indeed quite excellent in all aspects, and he had such a strong background. It would be better for him to be with Ruru. It's just that she didn't know why she had a bit of inexplicable unwillingness in her heart. She glanced at Zheng Tulu and said very cautiously, "Then can Ruru agree? Besides... besides, it also depends on whether Comrade Xiao Zhao is willing. This... this is a matter for young people, it's not easy for us to intervene."

"It is precisely because of these that I asked him to come to the house as a guest. Conditions are created, after all. After spending a long time together, there will naturally be feelings," Zheng Tulu said with a sneaky laugh, appearing very confident, as if things would definitely develop according to his own assumptions. Today was the first time he created conditions for Zhao De to come to the house as a guest, and he appeared so enthusiastic toward him, just to make him have a good impression of their family. Besides this, he had another idea, preparing to wait for an opportunity to invite Minister Su out, and then bring Zhao De and his precious daughter. The four of them would have a meal together, reveal his thoughts to Minister Su, and see her attitude. Presumably, he could also be considered a person with some authority. Giving his only precious daughter to Zhao De could also be considered his gain, and Minister Su would definitely approve.

As soon as Zhao De arrived at the bathroom and closed the door, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket. It was a text message, but it was from a strange number. With curiosity, he opened the message to see: "Zhao De, why don't you answer the phone? Reply to me when you see the message."

Who is this? Zhao De felt a bit strange, so he replied with a message asking who he was. Soon the message came back, with only three short words: "Division Chief Lan."

Division Chief Lan? Zhao De felt very surprised. While complaining that he had been working for a week and hadn't even saved the leader's mobile phone number, he sent a message to apologize: "Division Chief Lan, I'm sorry, I didn't save your number. Do you have any instructions?"

"If you have time this afternoon, come to my house. I have something I need your help with." Division Chief Lan's message came back quickly again. Zhao De guessed that she must have nothing to do now, otherwise, she wouldn't have replied to the message like this. It's just that he didn't understand, why did Division Chief Lan ask him to go to her house? And she said she needed help. What help could he provide? He didn't know anything about her specific situation.

However, since she said so, as her direct subordinate, how could he not agree? So he replied to the message without hesitation, agreeing, and by the way, asked for her home address.

He stuffed his mobile phone, came out of the bathroom, and sat at the dinner table for a while. Zhao De saw that Zheng Tulu was also flushed and looked like he had drunk too much, so he got up to say goodbye. With alcohol going to his head, Zheng Tulu felt a bit dizzy and sleepy, so he didn't keep him anymore. He sent him to the door with his wife, swaying a bit.

"Director Zheng, I'm leaving. You sleep for a while in the afternoon, you drank a bit too much at noon." Zhao De said politely, and specifically looked at Zheng Tulu's wife with eyes full of ulterior motives: "Auntie, I'm going back, thank you for the lunch."

"Th-then drive slowly on the road." Zheng Tulu's wife had a flash of blurred light in her eyes. She hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol, but her cheeks were slightly flushed.

Zhao De's wicked smile at the corner of his mouth vanished in a flash. He greeted them to go in and turned to leave Zheng Ru's house. When walking out of the residential area, he kept thinking that if this woman wasn't Zheng Tulu's wife, he would definitely find an opportunity to 'bring her to justice.' He came out of the residential area, walked along the road for a distance, hailed a taxi at a taxi stop, and instructed the driver to go to the address mentioned in the message sent by Division Chief Lan.

On the way, he kept thinking about why Division Chief Lan would suddenly ask him to go to her house today. He didn't know if this trip would be ominous. After all, this cold, proud, and eerie woman still made him feel a bit fearful, but the feeling she gave him of being hard to approach made him want to approach her very much. On the way, Zhao De's mood was a bit complicated, both a bit expectant and feeling a bit uneasy.

Division Chief Lan's house turned out not to be very far from Zheng Tulu's house. In less than twenty minutes, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a residential area that looked very ordinary. The driver told him he had arrived. After paying the money and getting off the car, Zhao De stood at the entrance of the residential area and hesitated for a while. He wandered for a moment before he gritted his teeth and sent a text message to Division Chief Lan saying he had arrived. Division Chief Lan replied to the message, telling him to come to Building 8, Area A, and call her when he arrived downstairs.

Zhao De walked into the residential area full of doubts and a bit uneasy. He walked along the towering high-rises, looking at the building numbers. Five or six minutes later, he finally found Building 8, Area A. He stood downstairs, took out his mobile phone, and hesitated for a moment before dialing Division Chief Lan's phone number.

Soon the phone was connected, and Division Chief Lan's still cold tone came from the receiver: "Zhao De, are you downstairs?"

"Ar-arrived." Zhao De answered nervously.

"Zhao De, here." Division Chief Lan's voice suddenly became much louder. It was clearly not coming from the receiver; it seemed to be around him. So Zhao De turned around and looked around.

"Here, above."

Only then did Zhao De hear clearly that the voice was coming from above his head. So he raised his head and looked up at the building, only to see Division Chief Lan standing on the balcony on the 8th floor, waving at himself.

He put down his mobile phone while raising his head and chuckling at her.