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!"

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 holidays, if his father wanted to give a gift to show his filial piety, it would be next to impossible

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

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 been fooling around with Lin Fan just a moment ago, now completely altering her demeanor. Her slightly acerbic words

Mayor Zhu, this second-generation official who used to act with

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 feel

he

ask you, the son of a government official, to do anything, just please don’t bully my 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

though his heart was filled with contempt for someone like

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

to him, but glanced at Zhang Caini, who, understanding his gaze, knew Lin Fan was waiting for a signal, a bottom

to stand up straight in life, don’t be spineless. We don’t cause trouble but we don’t fear it either. However people treat you, that’s how you should treat

merely sitting there, staring at Lin Fan—clearly, this was a test for him, he

pour a drink for me? If I drank it, wouldn’t it lower your status? I should be the

that moment. He smiled, reached for the beer on the table, stood up, and before

does that taste, drinking my

bottle; recalling the days he had