Chapter 1261: Zhu Qingrui's Nemesis 2

He could only find a reason elsewhere.

"Do you know who this old woman is?"

"Who is she?"

Zhu Qingrui said, "She is Shi Ran's former grandmother. Back then, she went to Prison for ten years because she sold her own younger sister—who is Shi Ran's biological grandmother—to human traffickers. You think she has real skills? She's just playing god and fooling people."

"What did you say? Say it again." Qi Heng's eyes widened.

He had been saying that this old woman looked familiar. He originally thought it was just because they were both from Jiangzhou, and it wasn't strange for people to look alike or have the same accent, but it turned out they were relatives.

And close relatives at that.

Since that was the case, he couldn't let her leave even more.

He put on a stern face: "Director, don't forget your status. You are no longer the person you were before. You are now the Office Director of L Country. Please prioritize the interests of L Country in everything."

Early morning.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and Zhu Qingrui had finally managed to fall asleep.

Suddenly—"Bang!" A loud crash.

"What happened?"

He sat up abruptly from the bed, tore off his eye mask, and dove under the bed.

But apart from that sound, it was deathly quiet outside, as if the sound just now had been a hallucination!

Could it really have been a hallucination?

He opened the door and looked outside, nearly choking with rage.

It wasn't a hallucination; someone had dumped a basin of peeled durian flesh right at his door.

The golden-yellow durian flesh was overripe and splattered everywhere; it looked disgusting!

That wasn't the most important thing; the most important thing was the stench, which nearly suffocated him.

The loud crash just now was the sound of the basin holding the durian hitting the floor.

But the sound no longer mattered; now he just wanted to leave this place immediately, but he couldn't get out.

The doorway was occupied by durian all over the floor, with no place to step. Let him step on that stuff to get across?

He'd rather die.

He immediately closed the door, opened the window, stuck his head out, and took several deep breaths of fresh air. He finally recovered, but his sleepiness was gone.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Someone was knocking at the door outside. The kitchen servant apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Office Director. I disturbed you. I will clean up your doorway immediately. Please don't be angry."

"Less talk, hurry up and clean it!" Zhu Qingrui roared, practically screaming.

He was on the verge of a breakdown, his mind filled with the image of that golden-yellow mess.

And the smell of the durian—it was simply too foul. It had already seeped in through the door cracks, and even though he was standing by the window, he could still smell it.

He was already on the verge of a breakdown, but another voice made him break down completely!

Wang Yingzhi repeated his words from outside the door: "Less talk, hurry up and clean it... I told you all to be careful, but you wouldn't listen, you just wouldn't listen..."

Zhu Qingrui put on a gas mask and went to the door: "Wang Yingzhi, why are you here?"

Wang Yingzhi argued forcefully: "Have you been muddled by the durian stench? I came yesterday, have you forgotten?"

Zhu Qingrui:...

He said in a fit of rage: "Stop spouting nonsense with me. I'm not talking about yesterday; I'm talking about today, right now!"

"Why are you at my door right now? The stinking stuff at the door was your doing on purpose."

That's right, he was very smart and had guessed the truth.

But Wang Yingzhi would never admit it. She argued forcefully: "Good intentions really go unrewarded. I was kind enough to help you supervise them while they worked, and you treat me like this? Hmph! I don't care anymore."

The sound of footsteps walking away—she really didn't care anymore.

Zhu Qingrui felt as if he had punched a pile of cotton; he hadn't vented his anger, but his target was gone.

The doorway was finally cleaned up. Through the door, he ordered the servant to rinse the doorway many times with clean water. The floor and the door were wiped until they could reflect a person's image, and after spraying a lot of air freshener, he finally dared to step out of the room.

During the time it took to clean up, he also figured it out.

Yesterday, the Great Immortal said the door used for kitchen deliveries was unlucky, so it had been sealed.

Servants bringing in supplies could only use the corridor by his door.

The servant who went out for early morning shopping returned, and the servant carrying the durian happened to walk to his room door when suddenly a flash of light appeared in front, as if a figure had darted past.

One of the servants was startled, and the basin was dumped onto the floor.

The whole sequence of events was just that bizarre.

Although there was no evidence, Zhu Qingrui could be one hundred percent certain that this matter had something to do with that old hag!

Not having rested well at night directly led to him being in a very bad mood during the day, finding fault with everyone.

The staff at the Presidential Palace were all trembling with fear, terrified of making a mistake and being reprimanded.

Wang Yingzhi wandered all over the palace, often appearing in places Zhu Qingrui wouldn't expect.

For example, just as he came out of the restroom, a woman with long, disheveled hair wearing a white robe was suddenly standing at the door!

"Ah!" he screamed, startled.

He looked closer—it was Wang Yingzhi!

"Are you crazy? This is the men's restroom. Why are you dressed like a ghost and coming to the men's restroom?"

Wang Yingzhi argued forcefully: "I went to the wrong place."

"I'm old and my eyes are dim, I didn't see clearly, is that not allowed?"

After saying that, she drifted away.

Of course she wasn't really floating; she was wearing roller skates, and because her skirt hem was exceptionally long, at first glance it looked just like she was floating.

Dressed in that ghostly getup in the men's restroom and happening to scare him, if he actually believed her excuse about being in the wrong place, that would be truly bizarre.

Watching her "float" into the women's restroom, Zhu Qingrui thought his opportunity had arrived; with ironclad evidence, let's see how you deny it now.

He stood guard at the restroom entrance and had someone immediately go find the President.

Must, immediately, arrive at once.

Qi Heng arrived quite quickly, and he didn't come alone; he brought a crowd of people behind him, including Liu Min.

It just so happened that the Military Department was holding a meeting there, and upon hearing that the Office Director was urgently looking for the President, everyone followed along!

This is the matter of utmost urgency?

At the restroom door?

Everyone had the feeling of being played.

The others were fine, but Liu Min started the attack: "What kind of trick are you playing? Do you know we are in the middle of a meeting? Any single matter in the Military Department is more important than your head."

She couldn't say why, but the first time she saw the Office Director, she felt a strong aversion to him.

Even though he was very handsome.

With the Commander speaking up, others also chimed in one after another, saying he was making a mountain out of a molehill and using a chicken feather as a token of authority.

Having done two good deeds, he had lost his way and didn't know the height of the sky or the depth of the earth; a mere Office Director actually dared to order the President around.

No matter how eloquent Zhu Qingrui was, he couldn't out-talk the babble of all these people.

Besides, he didn't want to waste his breath on them; there was no need.

He and they were originally in a relationship where they didn't interfere with each other, and now his most important task was to drive Wang Yingzhi out of the Presidential Palace.

"Someone is playing the ghost in the Presidential Palace in broad daylight, which has seriously affected the daily operations of the Presidential Palace."

"Who?"

"Who is the person you are talking about?"

Just then, Wang Yingzhi walked out of the women's restroom, and Zhu Qingrui widened his eyes and exclaimed: "How did you change your clothes?"

Although she was still in white, she was dressed quite normally: a white shirt, black trousers, and her long hair was coiled into a bun at the back of her head, combed meticulously.