My Dongguan Love Story

Secretary Su gripped her phone tightly, her fingers clenching slightly. She dialed Da Zhuang's number twice, but both times the call was disconnected. The continuous short busy tones from the receiver struck Secretary Su's heart like heavy blows.

She finally mustered the courage to call Dazhuang, but to her surprise, he refused to answer, which made her panic instantly. She secretly guessed that Dazhuang was probably still angry with her and didn't want to answer her call.

After hesitating for a moment, she carefully edited her text message: "Dazhuang, do you hate me that much? You won't even answer my calls. I have something very important to tell you."

The text message I sent went unanswered, like a stone sinking into the sea.

She stared at the darkened phone screen for a long time, waiting for Dazhuang's reply, feeling as if all her strength had been drained away.

Two conflicting thoughts tore at his heart, leaving him in a dilemma. If he followed Brother Nan's orders to go into the factory, find the cashier, and help them siphon off company accounts and scheme for the ten million ransom, he would not only betray Boss Zhao but also become an accomplice to the kidnappers.

But right now, Dazhuang isn't answering his phone or replying to his texts. He's trapped right under the noses of the thugs, and if he tries to contact them too often, he'll be exposed soon. Once he reveals his secret intention to seek help, he'll inevitably suffer physical pain, and Boss Zhao will also be in trouble.

After hesitating for a moment, she made up her mind: she would go find Dazhuang herself. Dazhuang was deliberately distancing himself from her and hanging up on her because he was worried that she was a spy planted by the Hunan gang, so he was wary of her and unwilling to get close.

With President Zhao currently kidnapped, this presents her with a rare opportunity to turn her life around. As long as she helps break the deadlock and rescues Zhao Fengyue, she can clear her name and completely escape the control and hostage situation of Brother Nan and his gang.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly raised her hand to stop a passing motorcycle taxi, her breath ragged, and quickly gave the name of the hospital.

News of the accident at the Second Factory last night had already spread throughout Dingsheng Group. As General Manager Zhao's personal secretary, and someone who kept a close eye on Dazhuang's movements, she quickly found out which hospital Lin Guilian was staying at.

But there's still a problem: she only knows the hospital's name, not the specific ward floor.

But then I thought, this obstacle is not a big problem. Once we get to the hospital, we can find out where we are by asking the nurse at the front desk.

After finding out the ward number, she went to the ward and knocked on the door. Dazhuang's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

When Secretary Su heard Da Zhuang's voice, her heart skipped a beat, and she excitedly replied, "It's me."

As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell into a deathly silence.

The silence was terrifying; there wasn't a sound, no response, no movement. Even the air in the room seemed to have frozen completely. Only the violent, restless beating of her heart could be heard, thumping loudly and clearly, each beat striking her eardrums.

She stood frozen at the doorway, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She knew all too well what that silence meant. Da Zhuang wasn't unaware of what she was saying; he was deliberately ignoring her.

If she stood foolishly outside the door waiting for him to give up and for Dazhuang to respond, who knows how long it would take, and she might even be directly rejected and driven away by him.

She had no other options left, no room for hesitation. She took a deep breath and nervously pushed open the hospital room door.

The silence was broken by the soft creaking of the door hinges. She lowered her head and cautiously stepped inside.

The moment she pushed open the door, a blinding white light flooded in from the window, causing her to squint instinctively. But more chilling than the light was the scene before her.

On the hospital bed, Dazhuang sat upright, his arms tightly wrapped around Lin Guilian.

Lin Guilian nestled tightly in his arms, like a kitten being carefully cared for, her eyebrows curved and her lips held a happy smile, looking completely intimate and peaceful.

This heartwarming scene was particularly striking, and it crashed right into Secretary Su's eyes.

At that moment, her heart ached suddenly, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and a wave of bitterness and grievance washed over her. She couldn't help but tear up.

Lin Guilian had already caught a glimpse of Secretary Su's reddened eyes and tearful, aggrieved look at the door, and instantly understood her thoughts, knowing that she was jealous.

A sense of triumphant competition flashed through her mind, and she decided to take advantage of this momentum to completely drive Secretary Su away.

Lin Guilian raised her head slightly, tilting her delicate face up, ignoring the uninvited guest at the door. In front of Secretary Su, she took the initiative to lean forward and kissed Da Zhuang's lips deeply with her soft lips.

As I stared in astonishment at Secretary Su entering, Lin Guilian kissed my lips deeply.

Lin Guilian's kiss made my whole body tense. I subconsciously wanted to push her away, but then I remembered her injuries and stopped myself, afraid that I might hurt her wounds if I used too much force. Helpless, I could only passively raise my hand to hug her and stiffly meet her kiss.

Just as I was lost in the kiss, my mind was about to give out, and my hands were about to explore upwards, Lin Guilian finally slowly parted her lips, her eyes crinkling with a smile, and obediently lay back in my arms, looking completely affectionate and dependent.

I breathed a sigh of relief and immediately looked up at Secretary Su, who was standing stiffly in the doorway. My eyes were filled with barely suppressed annoyance and coldness, and I asked in an icy tone, "What are you doing here?"

The resentment and aversion I had been suppressing were impossible to hide; a cold, hard anger lingered in my eyes, and my face showed no sign of kindness. I had hung up on her several previous phone calls, resisting any further contact with her from the bottom of my heart.

The memory of being tricked into going to her home and nearly getting into trouble by falling into a trap set by the Hunan gang rekindled the estrangement in her heart, making her seem suspicious in every way.

I leaned against the headboard, with Lin Guilian, whose smile hadn't faded, still in my arms. My gaze fell coldly on Secretary Su, whose eyes were red-rimmed, at the door. My tone was indifferent and distant: "Speak your mind if you have something to say, or leave as soon as possible if you don't."

When Secretary Su saw my indifferent expression, she could no longer hold back her tears, her eyes quickly reddened, and her nose felt extremely sore.

She couldn't bear to look at the two people snuggling intimately in bed, and cautiously pleaded, "Could we go outside to talk?"

Before Da Zhuang could speak, Lin Guilian nestled comfortably in his arms, a hint of smugness in her eyes. Her gaze slowly fell on Secretary Su, who stood awkwardly by the door, and she adopted the air of a entitled mistress, speaking unhurriedly: "Say what you have to say here. Da Zhuang has to keep me company!"

I'm so annoyed. The nurses specifically told me that Lin Guilian needed to rest after her surgery, but she hasn't even been admitted for 24 hours yet. Tang Yan, Sister Zhao, and Zhang Xiaoqian have all come to visit one after another, and now Secretary Su has come too. One group after another, making the ward no peace for a moment.

I was really afraid that Secretary Su would be unable to handle the provocation and start a public argument, disturbing Lin Guilian who needed to rest, and causing an unmanageable conflict.

Not daring to dwell on it any longer, I lowered my head and gently kissed Lin Guilian's forehead, lightly stroking her cheek with my fingertips, and softly comforted her, "It's okay, I'll be right back."

After saying that, I slowly stood up and strode to the door. Before Secretary Su could react, I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the ward with a firm and decisive motion. I gently closed the door behind me, my tone completely flat: "Say what you have to say."

Secretary Su's nose stung, and her voice trembled with barely suppressed sobs: "Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

I reluctantly lit a cigarette and walked to the window, exhaled smoke outside, glanced at her, and said indifferently, "Because I don't want to answer your calls, and I don't want to have anything to do with you."

My words pierced Secretary Su's heart like sharp swords. But she bit her lip, refusing to cry out, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Looking at her tearful, aggrieved expression, I felt a surge of irritation. In just one day of hospitalization, Sister Zhao, Tang Yan, and Zhang Xiaoqian had all come to visit, and now Secretary Su was here. Being bothered by so many women had left me utterly exhausted.

If she were someone close to me, I could patiently offer a few words of comfort, but Secretary Su and I have a distant relationship, and I still harbor resentment because of the ambush incident last time, so I can't muster any desire to coax or persuade her.

I avoided her wet gaze, looked out the window, took a deep drag of my cigarette and exhaled. The white smoke slowly spread out. I looked at the scenery outside the window and urged her in a detached tone, "What do you want from me? Hurry up and say it. I don't have time to waste."

I figured I'd just chat with her for a few minutes and then send her away.

What Secretary Su said next startled me so much that I turned around to look at her.

"You're saying Sister Zhao was kidnapped by the Hunan gang?"

My voice suddenly rose, my face filled with shock, and I couldn't help but look Secretary Su up and down repeatedly. I was filled with doubt and uncertainty, unsure whether she was deliberately making up lies to gain sympathy because she had been wronged, or whether the Hunan gang had really taken the risk and committed the heinous act of kidnapping.

The cigarette between my fingers hung in mid-air, its smoke slowly dissipating, and the previous agitation was completely dispelled by the sudden shock.

Secretary Su wiped away the remaining tear stains on her face, her tone grave:

"Yes, I risked my life to come here to deliver this message. Brother Nan has taken Boss Zhao hostage. He originally wanted to force her to hand over the 100 million loan through the kidnapping, but when he found out that the money had not yet been deposited into Boss Zhao's account, he changed his mind and demanded a ransom of 10 million."

As Secretary Su explained the whole story clearly and logically, I was secretly shocked. My previous impatience and prejudice gradually subsided, and my gaze towards her softened. The smoke from the cigarette between my fingers swirled, and my initial belief that she was deliberately pestering me and fabricating lies to gain attention had largely dissipated.

Although she had some ties to the Hunan gang, her willingness to risk secretly informing them was a sign of turning over a new leaf, and she naturally deserved my special attention. Given Brother Nan's ruthless nature, once he discovered that Secretary Su had leaked information, she would likely face the fate of being drowned at sea.

Looking at Secretary Su's tearful face, a sense of regret quietly welled up in my heart. I couldn't help but feel annoyed. I had been too cold and heartless to her just now, repeatedly refusing her calls and deliberately being intimate with Guilian in front of her, which made her feel bitter and tearful.

My heart softened a little. I took out a tissue from my pocket and gently wiped away the remaining tear stains from the corners of her eyes. My previously tense tone softened completely: "I didn't expect you to risk your life to come and deliver this message. I was too harsh with you just now. I'm sorry you felt wronged."

Upon hearing my apology, Secretary Su felt all the pent-up resentment that had been weighing on her mind for days vanish. Her brows relaxed, and a faint smile bloomed on her face. Her voice held a hint of shyness as she tentatively asked, "I risked my life to deliver this message; could I possibly receive a reward?"

"Huh?" I was taken aback by her words and didn't immediately understand what she meant.

Before I could react, Secretary Su suddenly stood on tiptoe and leaned down to kiss me. She leaned forward, pressing me against the cold wall behind me, my back pressed firmly against the wall with nowhere to escape.

She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, closed her eyes, and completely immersed herself in the long, tender kiss.

As Secretary Su kissed me, she thought about how Lin Guilian's kiss on Dazhuang had deeply hurt her. She wanted to use this kiss to soothe her almost broken heart. And she wanted more than just a kiss; she wanted to touch him too, she couldn't let herself be taken advantage of. She wanted to possess more of Dazhuang than Lin Guilian could.

Thinking of this, her hand slowly slid down my back to my waistband.