Chapter 809

What surprised Zhao Desan while at work that day was that Division Chief Lan didn't appear in the office even once to supervise their work. She kept the office door tightly closed all day, and she didn't even come out to eat lunch.

Because Zhao Desan had to review several documents sent by real estate companies that day, he was very busy with work and didn't have time to think about what was wrong with Division Chief Lan. It wasn't until after work in the afternoon that the day's work hadn't been completed. Since he had developed the habit of finishing the day's work on the same day when he was at the Yuyang Coal Bureau, he planned to work overtime before the work was finished.

Zheng Ru packed her things and saw that Zhao Desan was still working at his desk, with no intention of leaving. She picked up her bag, walked up, patted him on the shoulder, and asked with a flirtatious look: "What? Are you not planning to leave, forgetting to eat and sleep?"

"Yes, the work isn't finished yet, I'll work overtime for a while," Zhao Desan looked at her and said. Ever since he was solemnly warned by Zheng the Bald-Donkey, Zhao Desan had gradually been distancing himself from her, deliberately keeping his distance. He didn't want to give Zheng Ru the illusion that he liked her again and make her always have fantasies about him.

"What's the rush? Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner." In order to be alone with him, Zheng Ru always took the initiative to ask Zhao Desan to dinner, but he always politely declined. This time was naturally the same. Zhao Desan didn't even look at her. While working at his desk, he said: "I won't go, you go."

Zheng Ru pouted. When Xia Jian passed by, he smiled teasingly at her, which made her roll her eyes at him in anger. After Xia Jian and Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao left, Zheng Ru asked him angrily and directly: "Zhao Desan, what do you mean?"

Zhao Desan raised his head and looked at her with a confused look: "What do you mean?"

"Why are you always indifferent to me? Do you or do you not have feelings for me?" Zheng Ru asked directly with a long face and anger.

Damn, so proactive. Zhao Desan felt that he had simply underestimated his charm too much. But because the relationship between him and Zheng Ru wasn't just a simple matter of liking or not liking, it involved Zheng the Bald-Donkey's attitude toward him. So, facing such a direct situation, Zhao Desan was at a loss for a moment. He stared at her blankly, pretended to be cheeky, chuckled, and said: "Did you take the wrong medicine? Where did I ever say I had feelings for you? We are just on good terms, don't think too much."

"You… you were lying to me!" Zheng Ru pouted, her apricot eyes widened. Her willow brows were tightly furrowed, the center of her brows twitching, and her originally plump, vermilion lips were tightly closed. Because she was gritting her teeth too hard, they looked a bit pale, and she looked extremely angry.

"Big sister, where did I lie to you? I never said I had feelings for you. It's autumn now, you are having spring fever in the wrong season," Zhao Desan said half-jokingly, "Alright, I won't talk nonsense with you anymore, I still have to work overtime, you hurry back."

Zheng Ru kept her lips tightly closed and glared at him for a while. With a "Hmph," she turned her head and left in a fit of anger. Anyway, since he had already laid his cards on the table with Zheng the Bald-Donkey, Zhao Desan wasn't afraid of offending Zheng Ru. Matters between men and women had to be mutually willing and compatible; unrequited love was useless. Long pain was worse than short pain, so he had directly stated that he had no feelings for her. Although he knew he had definitely offended Zheng the Bald-Donkey's family, he wasn't very worried. At least he still had Sister Su to back him up. Everything had been laid out, and now he felt relieved instead. When Zheng Ru angrily slammed the office door shut, Zhao Desan turned his head to look, smiled helplessly, said "Aiya," stretched his back, and continued to lower his head to work overtime.

As the sky gradually darkened, the office building became quieter and quieter, and the light became dimmer and dimmer, making it a bit difficult to see the words. Zhao Desan got up to turn on the light. When he walked to the corner, he suddenly heard the sound of a woman crying softly from an unknown corner. Zhao Desan thought he was hallucinating. While turning on the light, he pricked up his ears to listen carefully, only then hearing clearly that it was indeed the sound of a woman crying miserably and sadly from an unknown corner.

At this moment, the office building was silent, and the crying sounded clearer and clearer. This not only made Zhao Desan feel a bit scared, but he also associated it with the plots of horror movies and novels. A dignified seven-foot-tall man couldn't help but have his hair stand on end and his scalp tingle. How could he still be in the mood to work overtime? He closed the computer, packed his briefcase, put it on his back, pulled the door open, and prepared to escape from this eerie and terrifying place.

He rushed out of the office in panic, locked the door, and prepared to rush downstairs. When passing in front of Division Chief Lan's office, Zhao Desan heard the woman's crying getting clearer and clearer. Added to the fact that the light in the corridor was clearly brighter than in the office, his fearful state of mind eased a bit. He stopped his footsteps and listened carefully to the woman's crying. It was clearly coming from Division Chief Lan's office.

Zhao Desan immediately associated it with the fact that he hadn't seen Division Chief Lan step out of the office for a single step all day today, and unexpectedly, she had kept the door closed all day and hadn't come over to inspect their work. This series of accidents made Zhao Desan feel that something unknown must have happened to Division Chief Lan. It must be that she was crying sadly inside because of something until after work when everyone had left.

Out of curiosity, out of the sympathy that Zhao Desan's nature showed when a woman displayed a weak side, and even more out of his special attention to his arrogant and beautiful female superior, these factors caused his blood to rush to his head in an instant, and a sentiment of a man acting chivalrously rose in his mind. So Zhao Desan walked up and knocked on the door a few times, "Division Chief Lan, Division Chief Lan, Division Chief Lan."

Zhao Desan called out three times in a row. The crying inside suddenly stopped, but no one answered. Until he became fearful again and called out "Division Chief Lan" for the fourth time while shivering, the door clicked and opened. Lan Mei's eyes were red, her face was covered with tear stains, and she looked very sad. At the same time, she looked at him with some confusion, sniffed, and said with a choked voice: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, why haven't you left yet?"

"Oh, there was too much work today, so I worked overtime for a while," Zhao Desan said with a chuckle, "Division Chief Lan, why haven't you left yet either?"

"I… I…" Lan Mei stammered and couldn't say anything coherent, but suddenly turned her back and lowered her head to wipe her tears while crying, looking as if she had encountered something sad.

"Division Chief Lan, what… what's wrong with you? Why are you crying?" Zhao Desan walked up with a confused look and asked.

In order not to let him see her losing her composure while crying, Lan Mei tilted her body again, lowered her head, and sobbed softly. She was crying very sadly, which left Zhao Desan at a loss for a moment. He had been working in the unit for half a year, and he had never seen Division Chief Lan so sad about anything, and he even rarely had the chance to see her have anything on her mind.

"I… I… wuwuwu…" Lan Mei stammered and couldn't say anything coherent, and continued to cry. This fragile appearance that made people feel sorry for her was like two different people compared to the cold and glamorous young woman who usually exuded a powerful aura.

A man's heroism made Zhao Desan temporarily forget that she was cold and difficult to get close to. While taking out a tissue from his pocket and handing it to her, he reached out and patted her fragrant shoulder gently to comfort her without any hesitation: "Division Chief Lan, don't cry anymore. What exactly happened? Tell me, maybe I can help you with something."

Lan Mei took the tissue from his hand, looked at him with red and tearful eyes, and while wiping her nose and sobbing, said: "It… it's useless to say it, you can't… can't help."

Zhao Desan's personality was too stubborn. The more people said he couldn't do it, the more he wanted to prove it to them. Being told by Division Chief Lan that he couldn't help, he became anxious for a moment and said without showing weakness: "Division Chief Lan, how do you know I can't help if you don't say it? Tell me, and I will try my best to help you."

"You… you can't help," Lan Mei said while crying and wiping her nose, looking at him sideways with tear-filled eyes, as if she didn't quite believe in his ability.

Zhao Desan was most afraid of seeing women crying in his life. Crying made people feel irritable. He had originally wanted to help her out of kindness, but who knew she wouldn't appreciate it and wouldn't believe in him. So a nameless fire rose in his stomach. Completely disregarding that she was the Division Chief Lan, nicknamed the Blue Witch, whom everyone usually feared, he said in a very irritable tone: "How do you know I can't help if you don't say it?"

Lan Mei was already crying very sadly. At this time, not only did this guy not use a gentle way to comfort her, but he actually yelled at her. For a time, all the grievances she had suffered after her divorce and being looked down upon by others surged into her heart, making her cry even more sadly. Tears and snot flowed, and she soaked all the tissues Zhao Desan had handed her with her tears.

Seeing that Division Chief Lan was crying even more sadly because he had yelled at her in a moment of anxiety, Zhao Desan realized that he had been too excited because of that nameless fire. So he softened his tone a bit and while gently patting her fragrant shoulder, said: "Division Chief Lan, don't cry anymore. If you have anything, just tell me. Only after you tell me will I know if I can help you. If you don't say it, I can't help even if I want to."

Lan Mei looked at him with a tearful, pear-blossom-in-the-rain look, and only then, while sobbing, told him the cause of the matter.

It turned out that after work yesterday afternoon, Lan Mei received a call from Zheng the Bald-Donkey on her way home. On the phone, Zheng the Bald-Donkey asked her with a smile: "Little Lan, where are you now?"

"On the way home driving, is there anything, Director Zheng?" Lan Mei said with a light smile while driving. She was already used to the old guy calling her from time to time, and she didn't take it to heart.