Chapter 998

Comrade Xiao Zhao smiled shyly and said, "I... I agree too."

Xia Jian felt a bit like he was floating, as if he were drunk, and said with pride, "Actually, there's nothing much to learn. I just have more work experience than you and more ways to handle certain things. These things are accumulated over time, especially in our kind of unit; you must work steadily and cannot be impatient for success."

These words were clearly directed at Zhao Desan, who had already begun to stand out in the Construction Committee, making him feel a bit uncomfortable. However, he still smiled and nodded humbly, saying, "Section Chief Xia is right. After studying at the Party School once, my awareness has suddenly improved."

Having been to the Party School, Xia Jian now felt like he was the Section Chief of the Planning Section. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, smoked his cigarette in high spirits, looked at everyone with the eyes of a leader, and said with a tone of instruction, "If you have the chance next time, go study at the Party School, and your awareness will definitely improve too. But before you go, you must first have rich work experience and have an essential understanding of the nature of our kind of unit. If you go blindly, you won't learn anything."

Zheng Ru gave him another disgusted sidelong glance. Furthermore, with three big men smoking in the office, the smoke was so thick she couldn't stand it, so she said angrily, "As soon as you come back, you think you're so amazing, smoking directly in the office! Don't you know there's a woman here!" She stood up directly and walked out of the office in a huff.

"She's angry." Zhao Desan looked at Zheng Ru, who had walked out of the office, and said to Xia Jian with a mischievous grin.

Xia Jian looked dismissive, chuckled, and said, "The three of us big men can't let a woman boss us around, complaining about smoking a cigarette."

Zhao Desan chuckled and asked him, "Did Section Chief Xia come directly to the unit from the Party School, or did you go home first?"

"Came directly to the unit. Just came to see the unit first." If it weren't to come to the unit to show off to Zhao Desan, Xia Jian would have gone home long ago.

"Section Chief Xia, such a beautiful sister-in-law is still waiting for you at home, why did you come to the unit first instead of going back to comfort her?" Zhao Desan said with a mischievous grin. However, Xia Jian's wife, Afang, was indeed a woman who made men's hearts beat faster; she was the kind of woman who made men feel sexual desire the moment they saw her. Her appearance was like a vixen, and with that tall, graceful figure, which man wouldn't be tempted? If only he could have a go at her.

Xia Jian said with a proud smile, "What's the rush? She's my own wife, not someone else's." Little did Xia Jian know that during the half month he was studying at the Party School, Afang, who was two months pregnant, couldn't stand the loneliness at home alone and had almost every two days summoned Zheng Tulu to her home to have a wild, passionate time, and even, under Zheng Tulu's arrangement, accompanied Deputy Director Li of the Organization Department for a wild night.

Zhao Desan feigned a look of great envy and said, "Section Chief Xia, I really envy you. You have a career, and your sister-in-law is so beautiful; life is too happy. I'm so envious I could die."

These flattering words from Zhao Desan made Xia Jian feel very satisfied. His face was full of proud smiles as he blew a smoke ring and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, what you said isn't wrong, but for a man, his career must come first."

Zhao Desan nodded with a smile and asked him, "Section Chief Xia hasn't reported to Section Chief Lan and Director Zheng yet, right?"

After being asked by Zhao Desan, Xia Jian realized he had only been busy showing off here and had forgotten to report to the leadership. So, with a look of sudden realization, he stood up and said, "Right, I'll go tell Section Chief Lan and Director Zheng." With that, he walked out of the office. Arriving at the door of Section Chief Lan's office, he raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times, but there was no answer, so he headed straight for the third floor.

Xia Jian arrived at the door of Zheng Tulu's office on the third floor with a smug look, raised his arm, and knocked on the door three times with a "dong, dong, dong." There was no response, so he continued to knock three more times while calling out "Director Zheng," but there was still no response. Just as he was puzzled, Han Rui came out of Ma Debang's office carrying documents. Seeing that Xia Jian was back, she called out to him with great excitement, "Brother Xia, you're back from your studies?"

Xia Jian had never looked highly upon Han Rui, a clerk who only knew how to run errands in the unit, especially since she was unattractive and couldn't get the favor of men, so he gave a very cold "oh."

"Are you looking for Director Zheng?" Han Rui walked up and asked enthusiastically.

"Yes." Xia Jian gave her a sidelong glance.

Han Rui said, "Director Zheng didn't come over this afternoon."

Xia Jian gave an "oh" and turned to walk downstairs. He thought that since neither Section Chief Lan nor Director Zheng were there, he would go home first to report to his wife. During the second week of training at the Party School, because he had met a female college student online, he always found excuses not to go back and had passionate encounters with that female college student in a hotel bed. Now that he was back at the Construction Committee, he felt a bit guilty toward his wife, so he walked out of the Construction Committee and hailed a taxi home.

In the taxi on the way back, Xia Jian took out his phone and dialed his wife's number, wanting to give her a surprise and see what she needed so he could buy it on the way. He held the phone to his ear for a long time before the call was answered.

"Hello, husband, wh... what's wrong?" Afang sounded a bit out of breath on the phone.

"Wife, I've finished my studies and am on my way home. What's wrong with you? You sound out of breath?"

"Ah? Husband, you're coming back?" Afang's voice on the phone sounded surprised and flustered, which made Xia Jian a bit suspicious. He asked her, "What's wrong? You don't want to see me so early? Why are you panting?"

"Oh, I just walked up the stairs; I went downstairs for a walk." Afang lied casually.

"Oh, that's fine. Does the house need anything? I'll buy it on my way back." Xia Jian dismissed his doubts.

Afang said, "No need to buy anything. Just come back, I'll wait for you."

After hanging up, Xia Jian rode home in high spirits.

It turned out that after returning to the unit in the morning and chatting with Zhang Hui for a while, as soon as Zhang Hui left, Zheng Tulu was so tired that he fell asleep on his desk. He slept until after two o'clock. Afang had also returned home and called him, wanting him to come over to play. Zheng Tulu, thinking of the scene of Afang and Li Changping being intimate the night before, wanted to try and see if Afang, who was two months pregnant, would feel different. So he grabbed his bag, drove out of the Construction Committee, found a famous noodle shop, ate a big bowl of oil-splashed noodles to replenish his energy, drove straight to the entrance of the residential complex where Xia Jian lived, parked the car, and got out. In order not to lose his dignity as a man in front of Afang, Zheng Tulu wandered around the neighborhood, finally found a couple's life supplies store, bought a Viagra, and while walking toward the residential complex, tilted his head back, swallowed it, and gulped it down.

Arriving at Afang's home, as soon as he entered, Zheng Tulu was already boiling with animal blood and animalistic desire. He couldn't wait to pick up Afang, who had opened the door, and carry her into the bedroom. He carefully laid Afang flat on the bed, and while undressing her, began to kiss her snowy-white fragrant shoulders passionately.

"Who is it!" Zheng Tulu said irritably.

Afang was curling her legs, enjoying the power of Zheng Tulu's tongue with all her heart, and said while panting intoxicatingly, "Brother Zheng, continue, don't worry about it."

So Zheng Tulu continued to roam his tongue over her flower petal cave. Afang was enjoying it, "Uh... mm," but the phone kept ringing. Afang reached out to touch the phone while enjoying it, opened her eyes, and saw it was a call from Xia Jian. She said in a panic, "Brother Zheng, it's Xia Jian's call. Stop for a moment, I'll answer it to see what he wants. If I don't answer, I'm afraid he'll get suspicious."

So Zheng Tulu temporarily stopped his attack, lit a cigarette, and lay on the side smoking, forcing himself to calm down the hot and excited mood caused by the Viagra.

Afang then answered the phone.

After finishing the call with Xia Jian, Afang turned her flushed, delicate face and said nervously, "Brother Zheng, Xia Jian is on his way home."

"Little Xia has finished his studies?" Zheng Tulu was surprised. He carefully calculated the days and realized that half a month had passed. "Then what should we do?" Zheng Tulu's body was so hot and uncomfortable.

Afang thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you go back first, Brother Zheng? We'll find another time."

"How can that be? Afang, you don't know how much I miss you today. If I don't have that with you today, I can't stand it at all." Under the influence of Viagra, Zheng Tulu's mood was extremely high, and he had to vent it on Afang today no matter what.

Afang thought for a moment and said, "Why don't you go back first, Brother Zheng? I'll tell Xia Jian in a while and ask him to invite you to our home for dinner. If you really want to, Brother Zheng, we can get him drunk, and then won't we be able to?"

Zheng Tulu really didn't expect Afang to come up with such an ingenious idea. He asked with joy, "Will this work?"

Afang said shyly, "Why wouldn't it? Brother Zheng, there's no problem with your drinking capacity to get Xia Jian drunk."

Thinking of getting Xia Jian drunk and doing that with Afang in his own home, he felt especially excited just thinking about it. Zheng Tulu said with great joy, "That's fine, I'll wait for your call." With that, he put on his clothes in a flash and slipped out of Afang's home.