Chapter 2059 - 1930: Chickenpox (Part 6)

Chapter 2059: Chapter 1930: Chickenpox (Part 6)

Chapter 1934: Every Meal You Invite Deputy Director Qiao

As soon as Song Xiaodong heard this, he understood. It was probably Wang Hongfei’s doing, clearly a Hongmen Banquet. But after all, this was Minghe City, his turf.

Song Xiaodong hesitated for a moment and said to Yang Chao, "Sure, sure, with everyone coming to invest in Minghe, as a Minghe local, I’m very pleased. It’s only right for me to fulfill my duty as host."

"Great, since Mr. Song is willing, let’s settle this then. Tonight at 6 o’clock, Qingde Building, see you there."

"Alright, bye."

"You’re again going to bother those out-of-town investors?" Qiao Yutong was listening and understood.

"Deputy Director Qiao, how can you say I’m bothering them? It’s them inviting me to a privately organized dinner."

"Just don’t cause trouble for Deputy Mayor Han," Deputy Director Qiao said with a frown to Song Xiaodong.

"They invite you, you go? Can’t you say you can’t make it, have plans in the evening?" Lin Su’er also said to Song Xiaodong.

"They called specifically to ask me; it’s not very nice if I don’t go, right?" Song Xiaodong blinked at Lin Su’er.

After saying this, Song Xiaodong turned back, glanced at Deputy Director Qiao, and said, "Deputy Director Qiao, are you free this evening?"

"What are you doing?" Deputy Director Qiao looked at Song Xiaodong with a wary face and asked.

"Look at your attitudes, really see me, Song Xiaodong, as a bad person."

"You are a bad person," Lin Su’er replied.

"Deputy Director Qiao, if you’re free this evening, how about joining me at the banquet?" Song Xiaodong asked Deputy Director Qiao.

"This... might not be appropriate," Qiao Yutong raised her head, glancing at Lin Su’er’s expression.

Lin Su’er was intently observing Song Xiaodong and didn’t catch Qiao Yutong’s eyes, nor did she have an unpleasant jealous expression.

"Hey, Deputy Director Qiao, yesterday’s issue was because of you, today we need to resolve this conflict. Don’t you think it’s appropriate for you not to be there?" Song Xiaodong said, waving his hand to Deputy Director Qiao.

"Don’t do it; if something goes wrong, in the end, it’ll be blamed on me by Deputy Mayor Han," Deputy Director Qiao told Song Xiaodong.

"Come on, it’s just dining; what trouble can occur? Are you going or not?" Song Xiaodong asked Qiao Yutong.

"I... I’ll go! I’m going to watch you and make sure you don’t offend those foreign businessmen." As Qiao Yutong said this, she glanced again at Lin Su’er.

Lin Su’er cast a sidelong glance at Song Xiaodong, unhappy, "Go ahead, I’m going to the office to pack up my things." With this, Lin Su’er was ready to leave the office.

"Hey... Director Lin..." Qiao Yutong reached out to grab Lin Su’er but paused, leaving her hand in mid-air.

"No hurry, the dinner is in the evening!" Song Xiaodong stepped forward, grabbing Lin Su’er’s arm.

"Um... Mr. Song, I’ve watched the show; I have something to do, I’ll leave first." With this, Qiao Yutong lowered her head and hurried to the door.

"Director Qiao, we won’t leave without you this evening!" Song Xiaodong shouted, craning his neck.

"Deputy Director Qiao..." Lin Su’er also shouted, but Qiao Yutong’s steps were swift, already distant.

"I’ll help tidy up your office things, shall I?" Song Xiaodong coaxed Lin Su’er.

"No!" Lin Su’er replied with her mouth curling down, refusing to look at Song Xiaodong.

"What’s wrong?" Song Xiaodong asked Lin Su’er.

"Hmpf, every meal you invite Deputy Director Qiao, and with so many wives, you don’t bring any. Really..." Lin Su’er tilted her head, turning away.

"It’s different, after all, it’s a business engagement," Song Xiaodong said.

"Tsk, you fancy Deputy Director Qiao, stop tricking me," Lin Su’er turned, eyes on the floor.

"Why would I trick you? You know I’m always honest with you, Lin Su’er," Song Xiaodong said.

"That’s true..."

"Don’t be upset, I’ll help with the office, then we head home." Song Xiaodong hugged Lin Su’er, then led her from his office to hers.

"Wow, the director’s office is surely different from a doctor’s office, quite impressive," Song Xiaodong said, surveying the director’s office.

"Ah, what’s the use of a fancy office? As a director, I can’t even defend the hospital’s rights, really useless!" Lin Su’er looked outside from the director’s office window.

"You’ve done well. I guess when you slammed the table claiming you’d resign rather than accept the compensation, those leaders’ expressions must have been quite rich," Song Xiaodong said, patting Lin Su’er’s shoulder.

"What’s the use? The compensation still can’t be reduced by a cent," Lin Su’er pouted.

"No worries, taking immoral money leads to getting sores all over, and they’ll spend the hospital’s scam money on treatment, isn’t that good?" Song Xiaodong comforted Lin Su’er.

"Alright, I know, I’ll never return to the medical field," Lin Su’er sighed.

"Alright, alright, let’s pack up, make room for Vice President Zhao; they’re eager to move in. Chances are, their office stuff is already packed, just waiting for you to move out."

Song Xiaodong and Lin Su’er started tidying things up.

In the evening, Song Xiaodong went to attend the dinner organized by Yang Chao, calling Deputy Director Qiao en route.

"Hello? Deputy Director Qiao?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"It’s me, are you coming to pick me up?" Qiao Yutong asked.

"Yes, I’m on my way," Song Xiaodong replied.

"Drive carefully."

"Alright."

Qiao Yutong awaited at the police station entrance, hair in waves, brown wool coat, blue skinny jeans, black high heels, light blue handbag, straightening her hair in the autumn breeze, much like a movie heroine, with her usual feisty officer demeanor totally gone.

"Why are you so late?" Qiao Yutong raised her eyebrows, playfully scolding Song Xiaodong.

"Traffic jam, sorry. Waited long?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"No. Picking up a lady should be early, making her wait, not decent," Qiao Yutong said, entering Song Xiaodong’s car.

"You work at the station, downstairs, and I’m driving from the outskirts, how to be early?" Song Xiaodong pinched his nose.

"No sincerity at all," Qiao Yutong raised her eyebrows.

"What more sincerity do you want? An eight-carry palanquin to fetch you?" Song Xiaodong asked.

"Humph." Qiao Yutong hummed, didn’t reply.

"Still not satisfied when I host you dinner," Song Xiaodong continued.