Chapter 71

Since Luobin returned to the front row, she seemed to have reverted to her former frozen state, and did not speak to Qin Lang again until after school. To Zhao Kan and others, this was the real Luobin, but to Qin Lang, the current Luobin was clearly somewhat abnormal. He felt that this might be due to the towel sent by Jiang Xueqing.

Qin Lang was also somewhat wronged. Initially, he saved Jiang Xueqing, which was just a small act of kindness. However, as the case gradually became clear over the past few days, Jiang Xueqing realized what kind of people Lin Xiaoquan and Fu Yingxiao were, and the dangerous trap she faced at the time. Jiang Xueqing knew that if it weren't for Qin Lang, she might have suffered the same fate as Zhou Lingling and other girls. Therefore, from the bottom of her heart, Jiang Xueqing was very grateful to Qin Lang.

However, what made Jiang Xueqing even more grateful was that as the acknowledged school beauty at No. 7 High School, she usually had many boys actively pursuing her, even pestering her, which made her very annoyed. But after Qin Lang saved her, he did not appear in front of her, nor did he pester her like a fly, truly acting like a "living Lei Feng" without expecting any return. So in Jiang Xueqing's eyes, Qin Lang was really a good person, a morally noble good boy.

Therefore, when she saw Qin Lang drenched in the rain today, Jiang Xueqing disregarded others' opinions and resolutely gave her towel to Qin Lang to wipe off the rainwater.

But Jiang Xueqing did not know that her towel, like the hairpin of the Queen Mother of the West, drew a Milky Way between Qin Lang and Luobin, and this Milky Way was so cold that it made people feel hopeless.

And Zhao Kan, who did not know the truth, was still envying Qin Lang's good fortune with women, unaware of Qin Lang's current difficult situation.

However, Qin Lang did not immediately explain to Luobin. Some things often become more complicated the more they are explained, and now that he had just reunited with Luobin, there were no commitments between them. Their connection was merely based on past good memories. It could be said that the emotional bond between the two was still very fragile, fragile enough to not withstand much turmoil.

Additionally, after school, Qin Lang had his own matters to handle—

Wu Wenxiang had invited Qin Lang to meet at his home.

Qin Lang knew that after seeking Wu Wenxiang's help, there would definitely be some follow-up matters.

After school, Chen Jinyong still personally came to pick up Qin Lang.

Wu Wenxiang and Chen Jinyong both had their own drivers, but Chen Jinyong was willing to serve as Wu Wenxiang's driver. If not for this, Chen Jinyong's promotion would not have been as rapid as riding a helicopter.

When they arrived at Wu Wenxiang's home, it was Wu Wenxiang himself who opened the door this time.

"Xiao Chen, would you like to come in and have dinner together?" Wu Wenxiang asked Chen Jinyong.

"Mayor Wu, my wife is waiting at home. Please let me off early." Chen Jinyong, of course, knew that Wu Wenxiang was just being polite. If he really stayed for dinner, it would only make the leader unhappy. Having been a secretary for so long, if Chen Jinyong did not have this sense, he would have been replaced by Wu Wenxiang long ago.

Wu Wenxiang was just being polite and did not insist on keeping Chen Jinyong for dinner. After closing the door, Wu Wenxiang said to Qin Lang with a warm smile, "Xiao Qin, did you suffer any hardships at the police station today?"

"Under Mayor Wu's care, how could I suffer any loss?" Qin Lang smiled faintly.

"I didn't expect that you, Xiao Qin, have a deep connection with the 843rd Army. Not bad at all." Wu Wenxiang casually mentioned, clearly knowing that everything that happened at the police station today had reached his ears.

"Just a classmate's help." Qin Lang said lightly.

Wu Wenxiang chuckled. He, of course, knew it wasn't that simple. The 843rd Army was the elite force of the Pingchuan Provincial Military Region. Even though it was stationed near Xiayang City, he, as the mayor, had no authority to mobilize it.

"By the way, Qin Lang, you haven't eaten yet, let's eat together." Wu Wenxiang led Qin Lang into the dining room, where two women in red hotel uniforms were busy serving dishes and setting the table.

Qin Lang saw their name tags, which read "Municipal Government Reception House."

The two women were very efficient and quickly finished setting the table.

At this moment, Wu Wenxiang wheeled out his mother, Old Lady Yan, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket over her legs.

"Old Lady, what happened to you?" Qin Lang remembered that the last time he came here, the old lady was still healthy, and he couldn't believe she was in a wheelchair after just a few days.

"My rheumatism flared up yesterday." Old Lady Yan sighed, "My old bones can't take it anymore. It's going to rain today, and my rheumatism pain flared up yesterday. Oh, I probably don't have many years left to live..."

"Mom, why are you saying that? With the advanced medical technology today, you can live a long life." Wu Wenxiang said.

"Advanced medical technology? It can't even cure my rheumatism." The old lady huffed, "I'll find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to see me. I think Western medicine is unreliable..."

"Traditional Chinese medicine, most of it is a scam—"

"Mayor Wu, what you're saying is baseless." Qin Lang couldn't help but interrupt Wu Wenxiang, "Traditional Chinese medicine is not a scam. Before Western medicine, our Chinese nation still thrived."

"That's right. You're a mayor, but you don't understand as much as Xiao Qin." Old Lady Yan huffed, then said to the two waitresses, "Two girls, you've been working hard. Come and have dinner with us."

"Old Lady, please enjoy your meal. We still have to go to work." The two waitresses, who dared not eat with the mayor, quickly declined.

"That's right, they are working." Wu Wenxiang said, "But I'll have someone give them a bonus this month."

The two waitresses were delighted and quickly thanked him.

Qin Lang didn't know why Wu Wenxiang had invited him to dinner today, but he vaguely guessed it was related to what happened today. Since Wu Wenxiang didn't bring it up, Qin Lang didn't bother to ask.

Eating was just eating. Others might feel somewhat restrained when dining with the mayor, but Qin Lang had no such concerns and ate with a hearty appetite.

"Xiao Qin, eat more. Otherwise, it will be wasted." Old Lady Yan, seeing Qin Lang eating happily, was also very pleased. She couldn't stand seeing Wu Wenxiang order a table full of dishes but not eat much. After all, she used to be a farmer and always felt that wasting food was shameful.

Before the dinner was finished, the doorbell rang.

Wu Wenxiang hesitated for a moment before going to open the door.

"Mayor Wu, how can you personally open the door? This is not right." Two people were standing at the door, one of whom was Cai Weidong. Cai Weidong's face was still swollen, and the other was a middle-aged man who bore a resemblance to Cai Weidong, likely his father.

"Ah, it's you, Old Cai. Please come in." Wu Wenxiang was polite on the surface.