Chapter 802

Zheng the Bald-Donkey had suddenly asked such a sensitive question, which left Zhao Desan truly unable to answer for the moment. If he said he didn't have feelings, he was afraid of offending the old bald-donkey; if he said he did, he truly had no romantic feelings for Zheng Ru at all—at first, he had just been greedy for her beauty and figure and wanted to possess her. Added to the fact that Zheng Ru likely had some feelings for him, this made him feel that the question was particularly difficult to answer, and he stammered for a long time without being able to say anything coherent.

"If you don't have those feelings for our Ruru, then just say it directly! I can see it too; you, this young man, have a very dishonest lifestyle. If you say you have feelings for our Ruru, I really don't believe it. Who were you with on Sunday morning?" Zheng the Bald-Donkey pulled a long face, and his triangular eyes radiated waves of chilliness, making Zhao Desan feel a shiver of fear.

Who was he with on Sunday morning? This question from Zheng the Bald-Donkey made Zhao Desan feel somewhat baffled. He glanced at Zheng the Bald-Donkey, not knowing what to make of it, while his mind simultaneously recalled what he had done on Sunday. He suddenly remembered: on Sunday morning, he had been with Zhao Xue, sitting in a coffee shop for a long time. As soon as he thought of that scene, his head buzzed, and he lowered his head in panic, not daring to look into Zheng the Bald-Donkey's vicious triangular eyes.

"You don't dare to say it, right? Let me tell you: it was with another girl, and you were even holding her waist!" Zheng the Bald-Donkey's tone was quite serious, and he glared at him viciously, "If you don't have feelings for our Ruru, then say so sooner!"

Zhao Desan kept his head lowered for a long time, not daring to make a sound, wondering how this old guy had seen him with Zhao Xue; it was truly the height of bad luck.

"Zhao Desan, let me tell you, if you were sincere toward our Ruru, I certainly wouldn't treat you unfairly. I was very optimistic about you at first, but now it's too late! I'm telling you, your future in the unit is in your own hands. As for whether you can make a name for yourself in the future, that depends on your own fortune." Zheng the Bald-Donkey spoke unhurriedly, his words ringing out and cutting to the heart, making Zhao Desan worry about his own future and fate. From these meaningful words, Zhao Desan seemed to hear him subtly telling him that, in the future at the Construction Committee, he would no longer have the old bald-donkey taking care of everything as he had before.

After the old guy finished venting, Zhao Desan said timidly, "Director Zheng, I feel… I feel that I am not worthy of Ruru, and besides, now… now I want to prioritize my career first; it's not that… not that I don't have feelings for Ruru."

"Do you take me for a three-year-old child? Do you still want to eat what's in the bowl while eyeing what's in the basin? Let me tell you, even if you wanted to be with our Ruru now, I would absolutely not agree. Young man, you are too fickle, not honest at all, and you will take a wrong turn sooner or later."

Since the old guy had seen him holding Zhao Xue's waist, he couldn't argue his way out of this scene no matter what, so he simply said it all straight: "Director Zheng, actually… actually, you don't know, that girl is someone I… I knew before, and we have been… been seeing each other."

Fortunately, Zheng the Bald-Donkey hadn't recognized from the back that Zhao Xue was the same hostess who had been called to the nightclub by Zhang Jiayin and Lin Dafa that night and had splashed wine directly onto his face. If he had discovered that Zhao Desan was having an affair with her, this old guy definitely wouldn't have let Zhao Desan off easily.

"I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore. Logically speaking, that is your own private business, and I have no right to ask, but you cannot keep stringing our Ruru along. From today on, you must draw a clear line in your relationship with our Ruru; otherwise… I don't want to speak too harshly, after all, you still have a cousin with power in her hands, but I was the one who arranged for you to come to work at the Construction Committee. I hope you will behave yourself." Considering that Zhao Desan had Su Qing as a backer, Zheng the Bald-Donkey didn't want to speak too harshly, so as not to tear off the mask of civility to his face. But Zheng the Bald-Donkey couldn't swallow this insult either; this person was cunning and treacherous, and Zhao Desan would have a hard time in the future.

Hearing that he was still considering Sister Su's face after all, Zhao Desan felt he didn't need to worry too much, so he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then… then Director Zheng, I'll go get busy, I won't disturb you anymore."

Zheng the Bald-Donkey shot him an indifferent glance. When he picked up his teacup to drink water, he discovered there was no water in the cup. Angry, he slammed the cup down on the table. Seeing this, Zhao Desan, who was very good at reading the situation, immediately stepped forward, took the cup, and said with a sheepish smile, "Director Zheng, I'll pour you some water." As he said this, he took the cup to the water dispenser on the side, filled it, and brought it over to him.

Zheng the Bald-Donkey glanced at him dismissively, took a small sip of water, and waving his hand while his residual anger remained, said, "Go get busy with your work!"

Since the matter had been made clear, there was no need for Zhao Desan to stay here any longer, so he said with a chuckle, "Director Zheng, then I'll go get busy, I won't disturb you anymore." As he said this, he bowed slightly and, with a fawning, servile manner, pulled the door shut and exited Zheng the Bald-Donkey's office.

After Zhao Desan closed the door and went out, Zheng the Bald-Donkey lit a cigarette with a displeased look and took a puff. Suddenly, his thick black brows twitched slightly, as if he had thought of something. He lowered his head, opened the drawer, and took out the package Zhao Desan had just delivered. A cunning smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, looking particularly sinister and vicious.

After returning from Zheng the Bald-Donkey's office to the Planning Division office, Xia Jian seized the opportunity to make a point: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you really are treacherous, aren't you? Since Division Chief Lan isn't here, you aren't coming to work on time this morning?"

Damn! This guy was afraid the world wouldn't be in chaos, Zhao Desan thought to himself. He smiled dismissively and said, "I just ran into a delivery person and delivered a package to Director Zheng's office."

Xia Jian gave a half-believing "Oh," and had nothing more to say.

"What kind of package?" Zheng Ru was interested in why her father would have a package.

"I don't know, I didn't open it to look," Zhao Desan said with a light smile, and after sitting down, he didn't pay much attention to her.

Because Lan Mei hadn't returned since being taken away for investigation by the Discipline Inspection Commission yesterday, the Planning Division was leaderless, and the atmosphere at work was much more lively. Xia Jian was even more unscrupulous, chatting with his wife on QQ video while at work, completely disregarding that this was a unit. Zheng Ru was focused on stealing vegetables in the QQ farm on the side, and only Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao was working honestly. To be honest, Zhao Desan had worked under Lan Mei at the Construction Committee for half a year and had already developed the habit of working diligently. Although Division Chief Lan wasn't there, he still honestly did his own work, but the noisy and lazy atmosphere in the office made him very uncomfortable. He couldn't help but miss Division Chief Lan. Thinking that she had been taken away for investigation because of her ex-husband's bribery problem and hadn't returned yet, he began to worry about her safety, fearing that this time it would be more ominous than auspicious for her.

The Discipline Inspection Commission had already investigated Fang Jun's problem clearly and determined that his bribery was true, making a serious decision to remove him from his post and expel him from the Party according to relevant regulations. For national public officials engaged in politics, there are two lives: one is the biological attribute of flesh and blood in the true sense, and the other is the political life attached to the physical life in the political arena and officialdom. Generally speaking, after the Discipline Inspection Commission discovers violations of discipline and rules such as bribery and corruption by public officials, they are basically handled by removal from their posts, and the attributes of physical life and political life remain; but once the Discipline Inspection Commission makes the decision to expel someone from the Party, it basically means that their political life is declared over, their official career is terminated, and they can never turn things around.

Out of a special concern, Zhao Desan was very worried about where Division Chief Lan was now and whether the Discipline Inspection Commission had investigated any violations of discipline or rules, so he appeared very distracted while at work. He sat on pins and needles all morning like an ant on a hot pan. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he leaned over to Xia Jian and poked him in the elbow. Xia Jian was having a great time video chatting with his wife and couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. Without even looking, he said impatiently, "Aiya! Wait a moment, wait a moment."

Zhao Desan was snubbed, so he simply sat back in his seat and continued to do his own work. After a long while, Xia Jian's wife told Xia Jian online that she was going out shopping, so he turned off the video, ran over, and opened the door. The person who came was Zheng the Bald-Donkey, and they immediately embraced. The old guy picked her up by the waist and went straight into the bedroom. On that bed where she had been intimate with Xia Jian, Zheng the Bald-Donkey pressed Xia Jian's wife down on his body, impatiently pressing his mouth onto her white and tender neck. A pair of large hands then stroked her snow-white, round thighs, stroking all the way up along her pajamas, and pulled off her pink panties…

In the Planning Division office, Xia Jian closed the chat window. Recalling the sweet words his wife had just said to him, a lingering smile hung on his face. In a pleasant mood, he lit a cigarette and took a puff before he remembered that Zhao Desan had just been looking for him, so he leaned over and asked, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, what was it you wanted with me just now?"

Zhao Desan was originally in a fit of anger and didn't really want to pay attention to him, but in an instant, he thought that, after all, they were in the same department, and ruining the relationship wouldn't be good for anyone. So he gave him an ungracious look, and with a highly changeable expression, he smiled as if nothing had happened, leaned over, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xia, you are well-informed, do you think our Division Chief Lan will be investigated by the Discipline Inspection Commission for any problems?"