Chapter 62

Chapter 55: Who Does Not Know

The streetlights were just beginning to glow.

Chunxi Road was quiet, with only a few pedestrians hurrying by, and a young couple strolling leisurely, their hands tightly clasped, heads and shoulders leaning against each other. The streetlights lined up in two rows, brighter than usual, without the hazy yellow glow. A black car with the license plate "Jiang C00001" silently appeared at the end of the road, passed by the young couple, and slowly drove into the courtyard of No. 17. The two tall iron gates then closed, separating the inside from the outside world.

"Look, the Party Secretary's car number one," the boy pointed out to the girl.

"How mysterious, I really want to see what's inside."

"Don't worry, when I become a big official, I'll take you wherever you want!"

"Okay, it's a deal..."

This was not the first time Zuo Yuxi had come here. As the daughter of the former Party Secretary Zuo Jing, she knew this place better than Xu Fuyan. Entering the hall, the completely different layout and decor reminded her that this was no longer her former home. The person who now dominated this place, overlooking Qingzhou, was Xu Fuyan!

Wen Liang keenly sensed Zuo Yuxi's subtle emotional fluctuations. Revisiting this place inevitably brought up some feelings. As they stepped inside, he lightly touched her shoulder, and the two exchanged a glance, both smiling slightly.

Xu Yao sat cross-legged on the sofa, wearing a pink cotton pajama, watching TV intently. Her small fists occasionally waved in the air, and she shouted, "Chop him, chop him." She was so engrossed that she didn't notice Wen Liang and the others. The maid who opened the door was about to call her, but Wen Liang raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to be quiet, and tiptoed over. Wen Huiming pretended not to see and whispered, "Aunt Zhang, you can go rest now, there's nothing to worry about tonight."

After the maid left, Wen Huiming carefully chose his words, "Director Zuo, please have a seat. Secretary Xu is in the study reviewing documents. I'll go check on him."

This was not the first time Wen Huiming had dealt with Zuo Yuxi, but such close interaction was a first. What was Zuo Yuxi's status in Qingzhou before? Although Wen Huiming worked in the Municipal Committee, he rarely interacted with Zuo Jing. During occasional educational system inspections, Deputy Director Zuo rarely joined the dinner table, but the few times she did left a deep impression on Wen Huiming. She was aloof, proud, dignified, and elegant, almost all compliments could be applied to her.

He naturally dared not be disrespectful to such a person, but Xu Fuyan also had his own dignity and wouldn't wait around for Zuo Yuxi. As a subordinate, Wen Huiming could only try his best not to make Zuo Yuxi feel slighted. Who knew if this young lady might get angry and leave?

Wen Liang and Zuo Yuxi's relationship, how they met, and why she trusted a young boy—these three questions Wen Huiming couldn't get answers to no matter how hard he tried. He was at a loss with this son.

Zuo Yuxi smiled and nodded. No matter what, she was still the younger generation. Xu Fuyan sending the number one car to pick her up was already a great honor. It was natural to maintain a bit of composure. Wen Huiming had only been here a few times, and usually, the task of greeting guests was handled by his secretary, Zhang Fang. But tonight's matter was too important, and even Zhang Fang couldn't be involved. He walked to the study door, knocked lightly, and pushed it open.

Xu Yao was enjoying her show when a shadow suddenly blocked the TV, and she immediately became furious. Her beautiful eyes widened, and she jumped up, ready to vent her anger. But when she saw who it was, her mouth opened in surprise, her eyes fixed, and she pointed at Wen Liang, unable to speak, not even noticing the drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm, quite a sight! Xu Yao, I never expected you to have such a domestic side, hahaha." Whether it was the white-clad girl he first met or the fresh and pleasant Xu Yao he usually saw, she always gave the impression of a high and mighty princess. Few people could imagine her having such a down-to-earth side.

Xu Yao realized she was barefoot, her hair disheveled, and her pink pajama wrinkled from sitting cross-legged. Without asking why Wen Liang was there, she pointed behind him, "Ah, there's a panda!" and then ran upstairs, barefoot, bouncing and jumping.

Wen Liang watched in shock, unable to understand. They were so familiar, and she looked cute just now. Why such a big reaction? The uncle didn't realize that his teasing words combined with his lecherous smile would scare any girl away.

Zuo Yuxi, who had been standing by the door, couldn't stop laughing. She walked over and sat on the sofa, holding her stomach. After finally calming down, she saw Wen Liang's innocent and silly face and couldn't help but laugh again. She scolded, "Stop clowning around, what will Secretary Xu think if he sees you like this?"

Being here, Zuo Yuxi couldn't call Xu Fuyan by his name. Fortunately, the maid had already left, or it would have been awkward.

Wen Liang smiled bitterly and shook his head, sitting on the other sofa. He saw a pair of pink and adorable slippers with two little pandas printed on them by the marble coffee table. Recalling the phrase she used to trick him, he suddenly understood—this girl was a panda enthusiast.

"Do you usually get along like this?" For some reason, Zuo Yuxi seemed more interested in Xu Yao than in Xu Fuyan. Wen Liang's eyes darted around, and he changed the subject, "Don't be nervous, talk openly with Secretary Xu. Many things I can't say to my father, you can say. Even if you're blunt, he won't have much to say. After all, the current situation means we're here to help..."

Zuo Yuxi was about to speak when Wen Huiming walked over and whispered, "Secretary Xu is waiting for you, this way." He then gave Wen Liang a meaningful look, telling him to stay calm.

Wen Liang nodded in understanding. Seeing Zuo Yuxi staring at him, he smiled, "Go ahead!"

Zuo Yuxi stood up and walked ahead. Wen Huiming was startled by this and frowned, glancing at Wen Liang. He decided he must find out their relationship tonight. Why did Zuo Yuxi seem to follow Wen Liang's every word? It was too strange!

After the two entered, Wen Liang closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, motionless.

Xu Yao ran into her bedroom, dove onto the bed, and pulled the blanket over her head, her small fists pounding, "I was mocked, I was mocked, so embarrassing, 555, so embarrassing..."

After venting for a while, Xu Yao remembered why Wen Liang was at her house. The last time her father mentioned him, he didn't seem to like him. What was going on this time?

She thought about it, decided to go out and check, and after freshening up, she found the prettiest white cotton dress in her wardrobe. She had bought it specifically for her brother's wedding in Guanshan last time. Today, she would make the brat see!

As if sensing something, Wen Liang opened his eyes and looked up. At the top of the stairs, a white-clad girl appeared, her slender fingers gently gripping the railing as she descended. Her long, soft hair flowed behind her, her clear, bright eyes like water, and her flawless skin glowed under the light, radiating a captivating charm. Her graceful and slender figure, with a waist that could be encircled with one hand, was a testament to nature's greatest favor.

Wen Liang stood up, smiling and bowing slightly, "Welcome, Your Majesty!"

Xu Yao's face held a faint disdain, her head held high, "You may not rise, you brat!"

The study was not very large, about ten square meters. On the inner side was a dark double-door rosewood bookcase, with four layers of various books. In front of the bookcase was a black half-moon desk, on which sat a yellow rosewood pen holder with a horse-drawn carriage design, intricately carved with a simple and elegant style, the lines strong and fluid, combining movement and stillness, exquisitely beautiful. To the left of the desk, near the door, was a four-person sofa, and in front of the sofa was a two-tiered carved glass coffee table. The entire study was decorated in a simple, elegant, and dignified style. As soon as Zuo Yuxi entered, Xu Fuyan put down his documents and pointed to the sofa, smiling, "Little Zuo, please sit. Don't be formal, this was once your home, Huiming, you sit too."

After Zuo Yuxi and Wen Huiming sat down, Xu Fuyan asked directly, "Huiming said you know Ji Zheng from the Qinghua Factory?"

Zuo Yuxi felt reassured. Wen Liang's guess was correct. Zhou Yuanting's sharp counterattack had made Xu Fuyan unable to sit still. He wouldn't easily give up any possibility.

"I wouldn't say I know him. A few days ago, I went to No. 1 High School to take care of some business and happened to meet Wen Liang. He mentioned a female classmate named Ji Su whose father was suddenly arrested, and the whole family was in a panic. He asked me to help find out what was going on..."

Xu Fuyan looked at Wen Huiming with a puzzled expression. Zuo Yuxi smiled, "Wen Liang and I have a good relationship. During the summer, I awarded him the 'Top Ten Outstanding Communist Youth League Members' award. We got to know each other through that. But you know my personality, I don't want too many people to know, so I asked him not to tell anyone, not even Director Wen. I apologize to Director Wen for keeping it from you for so long, I'm really sorry."

Xu Fuyan lightly tapped his fingers. No wonder Wen Huiming said Zuo Yuxi's only condition for the meeting was that Wen Liang must be present. It was puzzling at first, but now it made sense. But why did she have to use Wen Liang to connect with Wen Huiming and then contact him indirectly? Given her family's status, it wasn't necessary. Could it be...

Wen Huiming waved to stop Zuo Yuxi from standing up and smiled bitterly, "I can't control this son of mine. Thank you, Director Zuo, for taking care of him. I'm the one who should apologize."

Xu Fuyan laughed heartily, "Old Wen, your son Wen Liang is quite remarkable. Even Yuxi holds him in high regard. His future achievements are bound to be great."

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