The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official

Chapter 9: Chapter 9: Pledge

In the private room, three people sat there in silence.

But soon, the door to the room was pushed open. Li Chuanchun, who had been notified by the restaurant owner, walked in with a glass of wine, a smile brimming on his face.

However, upon seeing Lin Fan sitting there, his expression froze. Then, after a glance at Zhang Caini sitting beside Zhu Defu, his mind nearly short-circuited.

It was clear to anyone with eyes that Zhang Caini had a close relationship with Zhu Defu. Suddenly, he understood why the formidable third-in-command of Jiangning had asked him to come.

Compared to Lin Fan, however, he still didn’t care. Having an official for a father gave him confidence, so he ignored Lin Fan completely and went straight to Zhu Defu with his glass of wine in hand.

"Uncle Zhu, what a coincidence, I didn’t expect to run into you here. My father mentioned a while ago that you weren’t in good health; I don’t know how you’ve been lately!"

Li Chuanchun, who was well-versed in social interactions, spoke with what seemed like sincerity.

"My health is as it is, just getting by. What else can I do? If I were to fall, those close to me would surely be bullied to death," Zhu Defu replied with a stern face, not offering him any pleasantries.

"Uncle Zhu looks quite robust, how could he easily fall ill? I think there must be some misunderstanding," Li Chuanchun said, anxiously maintaining a smile: "This must be Auntie, right? If I have done anything inappropriate before, I hope you can forgive my youthful ignorance."

"I’m just an old, haggard fright by now. How could I blame you, a young and entitled second-generation official?" Zhang Caini responded with an equally stern face, not sparing him a glance, and turned her head to Zhu Defu, "Is the official position of the head of the department so significant? After all, you’re close to retirement now. We shouldn’t casually offend important people. Should we offer him a toast, lest we rub him the wrong way and it backfires on you?"

"Heh!"

Zhang Caini’s sarcastic tone, Zhu Defu snorted coldly. His disdain was clear for all to see, and her words terrified Li Chuanchun to the point where his face turned pale. Even though his father was only a deputy head, compared to Zhu Defu, a pillar of Jiangning, any of his henchmen would be his father’s superior. Even on

It was my youthful ignorance that led me to misspeak. I hope you can forgive me for not knowing any better because of my age," Li Chuanchun hurriedly said as he picked up the wine decanter and approached Zhang Caini, "Auntie, I will punish myself with a pot of wine. Please let go of any anger, and consider tonight’s meal my treat for you and Uncle Zhu. Next time,

a meal. "We’re not accustomed to drinking this wine, and we can’t stomach a meal offered by you," said Zhang Caini, who had

of Mayor Zhu, this

way, I really know I was wrong, please be the bigger person and let it go, just forgive me this once. Whatever it takes to make you

filled with so much regret that he wished he could kneel on the ground and beg

little brother again. After all, he’s just a nobody from the Qingshui Government office and can’t afford to offend people like you. Maybe it’s better if my little brother apologizes

words made Li Chuanchun instantly understand, though his heart was filled with contempt for someone like Lin Fan, who climbed up using his connections. Yet, he

in university, and you know I naturally have a foul mouth and love to make cheap comments. I was really just joking with you just now, please don’t be angry. I beg you to say a few good words to your uncle, ah... sister, and let me off the hook. From now on, I’ll be your little brother, and I won’t ever go west if you tell me to

any attention to him, but glanced at Zhang Caini, who,

spineless. We don’t cause trouble but we don’t fear it either. However people treat you, that’s how you should treat them back. You have Uncle Zhu to back you

speaking, Zhu Defu still didn’t say a word, merely sitting there, staring at Lin Fan—clearly, this was a

classmate, you’re the son of a government official, how could you pour a drink for me? If I drank it, wouldn’t it lower your status? I should be the one pouring a

the beer on the table, stood up, and before Li Chuanchun could understand what

does that taste, drinking

bottle; recalling the days he had been bullied by