Chapter 9

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With her long, smooth hair cascading over her shoulders, a clean white T-shirt, and a white plaid skirt, the girl’s slender, fair legs were visible beneath the hem of her skirt. Her skin was very tender, and her delicate, oval face had a soft, pleasing charm, as if she were a princess who had stepped out of a painting. Her eyes, like stars and the moon, made people unable to resist looking at her a few more times.

This was Xu Junran’s first impression of the girl standing before him.

"Xiao Xu, this is Yuan Xiaoyue from our Comprehensive Group," Tu Wenyong introduced with a smile. "She’s a flower in our county committee compound."

Xu Junran was taken aback, his expression changing slightly. He stood up and politely said to Yuan Xiaoyue, whose face had already turned red, "Hello, I’m Xu Junran. We’ll be colleagues from now on, so please give me your guidance. If I do anything wrong, please bear with me."

Yuan Xiaoyue was momentarily stunned, then she bowed slightly and said, "Hello, I’m Yuan Xiaoyue."

However, while bowing, she used her eyes to size up Xu Junran, not quite understanding why this man, whom she was meeting for the first time, was so polite to her.

Tu Wenyong was also clearly surprised by Xu Junran’s gentlemanly, almost awkward behavior. In the following few minutes, Xu Junran didn’t say a word. After introducing himself to Yuan Xiaoyue, he turned and sat down, leaving Tu Wenyong with a belly full of words he couldn’t express, feeling a bit frustrated.

Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties walked in. Tu Wenyong was the first to greet him, warmly saying, "Director Feng, you’re back."

Seeing this, Xu Junran quickly stood up and respectfully greeted the man, "Director, hello. I’m the new arrival, Xu Junran."

Director Feng, whose name was Feng Kuang, was a cadre who had recently been transferred from the city. Although he looked old, according to Tu Wenyong, he was only thirty-eight years old, but his slightly yellow complexion made him look older.

"You’re Comrade Xu Junran?" Feng Kuang was slightly taken aback, then a warm smile appeared on his face as he walked over and took Xu Junran’s hand, laughing, "Good, good, good. I’ve heard about you from the old secretary. Excellent, a top student from the Chinese Department of Jinghua University, returning to serve your hometown after graduation. Just this alone is something we should all learn from."

Although he only said a few words, the office suddenly fell silent after he finished speaking.

Feng Kuang wasn’t alone; two people followed him. Along with Tu Wenyong and Yuan Xiaoyue, who were already in the office, and a man named Zhao Qi, the five of them fell silent, their eyes all fixed on Xu Junran, who was being held by Feng Kuang.

The seven words "old secretary" and "Jinghua University" revealed information that made everyone pay attention to this seemingly ordinary young man.

In Wude County, there was only one person who could be called the "old secretary," and that was Yan Wangsong, who had been the county party secretary for over 20 years. The transfer of an ordinary county committee office staff member being handled by the old secretary was itself a noteworthy event. Not to mention, this person was a graduate of Jinghua University.

The people in the Comprehensive Group of the County Committee Office were all intellectuals, and in that era, they knew what Jinghua University’s Chinese Department represented. It was the highest institution for humanities students in China. In the 1980s, after the turmoil, people were intellectually empty and desperately craving knowledge. This was an era where everyone took pride in literature and poetry. Graduates from the Chinese Department of Jinghua University were, in modern terms, the epitome of high, rich, and handsome!

"Wow, you..." Tu Wenyong was about to say something to Xu Junran with a smile but suddenly closed his mouth. This was a top student from Jinghua University, and he had just been so casual, even hugging and calling him a brother. That was too frivolous.

On the side, Yuan Xiaoyue’s bright eyes lit up, and she smiled.

Feng Kuang then introduced the office colleagues to Xu Junran and assigned him a desk. After doing this, he left the office, as he was still the deputy director of the County Committee Office and had his own independent workspace.

Coincidentally, Xu Junran’s desk was right next to Yuan Xiaoyue’s, and Tu Wenyong was across from him.

"I didn’t expect you to be a top student from Jinghua University." As Xu Junran was sitting at his desk, familiarizing himself with his work, a gentle voice came from behind him.

Turning his head, Xu Junran looked at Yuan Xiaoyue, his tone very gentle, "Yes, I just graduated this year."

"Since we’ll be colleagues, if you need any help, just let me know." Saying this with a slightly hurried tone, Xu Junran stood up, left a smile, and then turned and left the office, leaving Yuan Xiaoyue puzzled, wondering if she had offended this top student.

In the corridor, Xu Junran let out a long breath, unable to resist a bitter smile.

"Why did I still run into her?" Xu Junran muttered to himself, his expression strange.

"Sigh, this is really troublesome." He sighed, patting his face, "It’s fine, it’s fine."

Yuan Xiaoyue was not unfamiliar to Xu Junran, or rather, to his previous life.

In his previous life, after being adopted by his adoptive father and returning to Wude County after graduation, many people introduced him to potential partners, and Yuan Xiaoyue, who was a few years older than him, was one of them. However, in his previous life, he was so focused on his career that he never opened his heart to women. Even when a beauty like Yuan Xiaoyue pursued him, Xu Junran never felt anything. In the end, he married his uncle’s daughter as arranged by his adoptive father. Yuan Xiaoyue, after her unrequited love, faced a decline in her family’s fortunes and had to marry a long-time suitor. However, she was not happy in her marriage and died of depression in her thirties.

In Xu Junran’s memory from his previous life, if he felt he owed someone, it was Yuan Xiaoyue. He had often thought that if he hadn’t been so stubborn back then, Yuan Xiaoyue wouldn’t have died so young.

He thought he wouldn’t encounter this person after being reborn, but fate had brought them together again, and this time, their connection seemed even closer. The problem was, Yuan Xiaoyue was still the same Yuan Xiaoyue, but Xu Junran was no longer the same Xu Junran.

"Sigh, let’s take it one step at a time." Xu Junran thought helplessly. In his heart, he felt a deep sympathy for Yuan Xiaoyue. A beauty with such a hard fate always evoked a desire to protect her. Despite Yuan Xiaoyue’s beauty, Xu Junran couldn’t imagine anything happening between them. This was probably a psychological issue from his previous life, and even after being reborn, Xu Junran felt he needed to maintain a moral底线, and he dared not have any impure thoughts about Yuan Xiaoyue.

While he was lost in thought, he heard hurried footsteps coming from not far away.

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