Facing such a split personality like Qian Xuan, Liu Zhizhong pretended to be unaware of some things, for instance, Feng Xiaoyue's family was impressive, her husband a high-level paraplegic, bedridden all year round; or that her own family might be quite fierce and that she was also Xiang Wenhua's dream goddess...
Liu Zhizhong said quite nonchalantly, "Mr. Xuan, what's going on, is Director Feng's husband... about to pass away?"
Qian Xuan then stopped laughing and said, "That's right, that's absolutely correct, ha ha ha..."
Dammit, too perverted. After saying that, he burst into raucous laughter again, the kind completely devoid of humanity.
Liu Zhizhong was sweating bullets, but wondered if that was somewhat normal?
A man, upon hearing that the husband of his first love was about to die, would probably pretend to be sad on the surface while secretly rejoicing wildly, right?
Qian Xuan, he just didn't hide this emotion. Was he adorably perverted?
"Um... what illness does he have?" Liu Zhizhong continued to feign ignorance.
"Well..." Qian Xuan thought for a moment, then suddenly seemed to normalize, "How about this, come over in the latter part of the afternoon, accompany me to the farm for a visit, and I'll tell you then?"
"All right, then I..."
Liu Zhizhong hadn't finished speaking when the sound of a dial tone rang in his ear, and he shook his head in frustration, "Hung up again, so abrupt!"
Nevertheless, he still got himself prepared, tidying up the items he intended to give to Qian Xuan, not leaving out a single one.
Qian the Pervert had sent quite a few nice items to Yangzhou, reciprocating a bit wouldn't be too bad, right?
Just as he had packed up, ready to go back to the villa for a cup of tea before setting off, suddenly there was a visitor by the automatic gate pressing the doorbell.
Liu Zhizhong crossed over from the garage side and saw through the video intercom system, lo and behold, wasn't that Tu Feiyuan?
That guy, his dull yellow face still had some rosy patches, still in the same morning's rustic attire, with a haughty expression.
However, there were two guys with sunglasses behind him, in uniform attire: short-sleeved white shirts and black trousers, shiny leather shoes, looking quite imposing.
One of them was holding a parasol over the much shorter Tu Feiyuan to shield him from the scorching sun, while they themselves baked their bare heads in the sunlight!
Behind them was evidently Tu Feiyuan's vehicle, a Land Rover Range Rover, an extended version that might cost nearly half a million of that kind.
Liu Zhizhong wasn't too impressed by the visitor's car. However, he did marvel internally, dammit, this guy has quite some clout, being able to find me here in such a short amount of time?
He still opened the gate and greeted politely, "Sir, how did you find this place?"
Tu Feiyuan said coldly, "Is this how Secretary Liu welcomes his guests? Standing here at the gate under the blazing sun to chat?"
Liu Zhizhong hastily offered a smile, "Ah, I was just about to enjoy some tea this afternoon. If you're interested, sir, please come in and join me for a chat over tea."
With that, he naturally ushered the three people inside.
But Tu Feiyuan entered while his two followers remained outside, going back to the car to start it up and wait with the air conditioning on.
Soon after, Tu Feiyuan entered the large villa, surveyed the living room on the first floor, and nodded in approval, "Not bad at all, making good money as a secretary for the City Government, huh? Even managing to get such a villa in the Provincial City."
After taking a seat domineeringly on the living room sofa, Liu Zhizhong offered a smile, "You misunderstand, sir. This villa is also a friend's place, merely lent to me for living. How could a mere secretary like me afford such a thing?"
"Friend? What friend?"
Liu Zhizhong tacitly understood that Tu Feiyuan might be able to find him but was clueless about Feng Xiaoyue's whereabouts.
Perhaps Luo Tianlin hadn't told him? ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚫𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
Or maybe he wasn't yet eligible to touch upon circles like Feng Xiaoyue and Qian Xuan?
Of course, Liu Zhizhong guessed the visitor's identity to be someone close to Li Tanglu.
He then answered, "A female friend."
"Eh? A female friend? A lover, perhaps?" Tu Feiyuan sized up Liu Zhizhong from head to toe and reached to open his casually carried bag, ready to pull out a cigarette.
Seeing this, Liu Zhizhong quickly took out his own cigarettes to offer him one.
Tu Feiyuan glanced at the Zhonghua cigarettes Liu Zhizhong offered with disdain, "Forget it! Keep your cheap cigarettes. You, as a secretary, aren't doing a great job. When guests arrive, there are no cigarettes, no brewing tea, just empty words, huh?"
He then pulled out his own 95 Imperial, lit one up for himself, and paid no further attention to Liu Zhizhong.
Liu Zhizhong chuckled and put the cigarettes back in the box, "Sorry about that, sir. I indeed was a bit abrupt. Just got caught up with some thoughts and failed to attend to you properly. I'll go make tea for you right away..."
In his mind, he thought, dammit, if you don't smoke Qian's cigarettes, don't blame me! You probably never smoked such a cigarette, never saw the world, eh!
The other man called out, "No need for tea, too much can cause kidney stones. Smoking Zhonghua and drinking tea, I guess that's not much of classy affair. Do you have any that's 200,000 a pound?"
"Heh, no, I really don't have that..."
"So, your female friend... heh, let's be honest, she's the wealthy woman you're clinging to, isn't she? Hmm, you're quite the catch with your tall, handsome stature. Those wealthy women sure love that, heh heh..."