After Zhou Qian was let go, Wang Dahai left.

Zhou Qian stood in place, echoes of Wang Dahai's words still lingering in her mind.

She had only been in one relationship before, with a boyfriend whom she considered to be a sincere man.

When he pursued her, there were no earth-shattering confession ceremonies, he simply confessed over the phone.

She just felt that it was time for her to be in a relationship, and as she did not find him repulsive, she agreed.

After they became a couple, they moved in together. She thought they would be together until old age, but unexpectedly, he cheated on her.

Zhou Qian, who was somewhat of a cleanliness freak in spirit, proposed breaking up immediately.

After the breakup, she wondered why she should devalue herself.

Or perhaps, due to her ex-boyfriend's betrayal, she developed a desire for revenge, and so she sought out Wang Dahai one night, leading to something that should not have happened.

She didn't actually regret it.

She was single, and so was Wang Dahai; there was no third-party involvement.

Up until today, she still regarded Wang Dahai with the mindset of a stranger.

Or rather, slightly more familiar than a stranger.

But there was definitely no love.

Listening to Wang Dahai's words just now, she suddenly felt that no matter whether he was a scoundrel or not, at least he was honest.

He didn't indulge in flowery language designed to hoodwink her.

Just for this reason, she couldn't find herself feeling antipathy towards Wang Dahai.

When Wang Dahai picked up Su Nanzhi, he arrived at the municipal government building, began cleaning, and prepared tea.

The work was as monotonously boring as ever.

He also wasn't sure when he would have his break.

But then again, if he wanted to break out, it seemed that always doing this kind of thing wasn't quite right, right?

He felt that he should at least demonstrate his abilities somehow; otherwise, how could he exhibit his capacity?

But it seemed that there was no opportunity for him to display his capabilities.

This sincerely left him a bit troubled.

At noon, Su Nanzhi suddenly called him, asking him to come over.

Wang Dahai scurried into the office.

"Mayor, you were looking for me?"

"Sit."

Wang Dahai sat down and Su Nanzhi said, "There's going to be a standing committee meeting soon. Who do you think would be a good fit for the Deputy Mayor position?"

Wang Dahai was momentarily stunned.

The Deputy Mayor position, who should take it?

Is this, asking for my opinion?

His heart raced a bit.

He was just a driver; the position of Deputy Mayor was recommended by the city and then decided by the People's Congress vote.

Of course, as long as it's passed in the standing committee, the rest is just a formality.

But, why would she ask me?

Wang Dahai was somewhat uncertain about Su Nanzhi's intentions.

He calmed down and thought carefully, whom could he recommend?

There were only so many officials he knew in this sphere.

The one he had the best relationship with was Han Lan, but as Direct of the Education Bureau, she herself had said it was almost impossible for the head of the Education Bureau to be promoted to Deputy Mayor.

Next were Secretary Chen and Qin Rong's mentor, Director Liang.

These were all the officials he knew.

So, Su Nanzhi asking him was just to make him choose one out of these three?

Han Lan could be ruled out directly, as could Director Liang.

The most likely was actually Secretary Chen.

He was the District Committee Secretary, with a sufficient rank; normally, he should be able to be promoted to Deputy Mayor.

Moreover, getting rid of Qin Fuhai was a move to create an upward opportunity.

In an instant, Wang Dahai knew why Su Nanzhi was asking for his opinion.

"Secretary Chen." Wang Dahai said, "My understanding of the Lingjiang official scene is limited to these few individuals. Moreover, Secretary Chen is willing to help take down Qin Fuhai, which is for the Deputy Mayor position."

Su Nanzhi hummed, "You can go now."

Wang Dahai stood up and left.

He felt a bit uneasy in his heart.

Did Su Nanzhi ask just to get a name for Secretary Chen from him?

No other purpose?

But what difference did it make whether he said it or not?

Or maybe she had already made up her mind and was just steeling her resolve?

Dahai felt more and more confused the more he thought about it.

He decided to visit Han Lan that evening for some advice.

He still didn't grasp the intricacies of the bureaucratic world.

When evening approached, he texted Han Lan: "Sister Han, I'll come over tonight."

"Okay."

"Remember to wear stockings tonight."

"Hmph!"

Dahai didn't tease any further.

After work, Dahai sent Su Nanzhi home and then headed straight to Han Lan's place.

She was already home, busy cooking.

"Sister Han, Qing isn't home?" Dahai asked, standing at the kitchen door.

"She's in her room doing homework."

"Oh~"

Dahai was slightly disappointed; it looked like it was going to be a stealthy affair again.

He walked up behind Han Lan, his hands getting a bit naughty as they roamed over her butt.

Han Lan twisted her waist, "Stop it, it's not good if Qing sees."

"It's fine, I'm watching. If she comes out, I'll stop."

Dahai's hand slipped inside her pants.

Feeling something, he was immediately surprised.

Suddenly, he pulled down her pants a bit and saw her buttocks encased in round and smooth black stockings.

"Sister Han, wearing black stockings?" he enquired.

"Hmph."

With her face flushing, Han Lan pushed his hand away: "Stop it; I'm cooking."

"Heh heh."

Dahai was somewhat excited.

Sister Han really was obedient.

The young housewife had her desires aroused by him.

He glanced around, a thought crossing his mind.

The layout of Han Lan's home was such that the kitchen was inside the dining room, while the bedrooms were at the far end.

To get from the bedroom to the kitchen, one had to go through the living room and then the dining room.

Having confirmed this, Dahai boldly pulled her pants down further.

"Stop fooling around!"

"It's fine."

"I'm keeping watch; I'll hear if she's coming," Dahai assured.

Han Lan guessed what he wanted to do, and she was already wet below.

"Don't pull, the stockings are crotchless," Han Lan whispered.

Crotchless?

Dahai stopped pulling down the stockings and slid his hand down her butt crack, feeling her delicate buttocks.

Licking his lips, he unzipped and released his eager member.

He lifted her by her waist slightly and pressed against her buttocks.

"Mmm~"

Han Lan moaned softly, almost dropping the spatula she was holding.

While moving, Dahai kept looking back in the direction of the bedroom.

"Sister Han, shall I stay over tonight?" he asked, grabbing her soft breasts from behind.

With gentle affirmations from Han Lan, Dahai said, "Then come to me tonight, I'll treat you well."

"Mmm, mmm, you, hurry up."

"That's not something I can rush."

Dahai chuckled, enjoying himself; it was his first time in the kitchen.

From behind, he admired the arch of Han Lan's back—though she wasn't young, her silhouette was still tempting and criminal.

He said so, but Dahai didn't dare to dally for too long.

After about fifteen minutes, he was completely satisfied.

Han Lan caught her breath, quickly fixed her pants, and turned to give him a coquettish glare.

Dahai slapped her buttocks, "Why that resentful look? Could it be you're not satisfied? Shall I go again?"

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