My Dongguan Love Story

Lin Huimin returned to the conference room, found a seat, and pondered repeatedly what Lin Guilian had just said.

Although the idea of ​​Dazhuang having an affair with Boss Zhao sounded extremely outrageous, she couldn't suppress her suspicions. After much thought, she decided to secretly investigate. Even if she didn't find anything in the end, she could still use this opportunity to gain a deeper understanding of Dazhuang's daily work and interpersonal relationships.

Having made up her mind, Lin Huimin got up and glanced around the conference room before walking straight towards Wang Lin. She approached Wang Lin discreetly, gently patted her shoulder, and gestured for her to move to a quiet corner.

The two walked to a secluded corner of the conference room. Lin Huimin first looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before lowering her voice and speaking casually, "Wang Lin, I want to ask you something. Is it convenient for you to say it?"

Putting aside her professional skills, Wang Lin is incredibly shrewd and knows how to please people. She noticed that Lin Huimin and Da Zhuang were very close, so she kept trying to curry favor with Lin Huimin. When Lin Huimin suggested waiting for Da Zhuang in his office, Wang Lin readily agreed without hesitation and cooperated fully.

For this reason, Lin Huimin had always had a very good impression of her. In addition, Wang Lin was Da Zhuang's direct subordinate, so she must know the most about Da Zhuang's daily interactions. It was the perfect person to ask her for information.

Wang Lin immediately put on a warm smile, leaned forward slightly, and said in an exceptionally solicitous tone, "President Lin, please feel free to ask. I'll tell you everything I know!"

Seeing her attitude, Lin Huimin felt even more relieved. After a moment of contemplation, she asked, feigning nonchalance:

"How does your supervisor, Mr. Chen, usually get along with his colleagues at the company? Especially with the company's leaders, do you get along quite well with them?"

She didn't ask about Dazhuang and President Zhao directly, but instead probed indirectly, slowly guiding the conversation. She didn't want to alert Wang Lin, nor did she want Wang Lin to realize her true intentions.

When Wang Lin heard Lin Huimin inquiring about Da Zhuang, she assumed that Lin Huimin had feelings for Da Zhuang and wanted to pursue him. Her previously respectful and obsequious expression instantly faded, the smile on her lips froze, and a barely perceptible hint of dissatisfaction and resistance crept into her eyes.

Dazhuang is tall and handsome, and he's also her boss. It's impossible for her not to have feelings for him. It's just that she's been hesitant to express her feelings because of their superior-subordinate relationship and because she hasn't found a suitable opportunity to get closer to him.

Now that Lin Huimin was asking about Dazhuang, he mistakenly thought she was trying to steal him away from him, and he immediately felt uncomfortable. His desire to curry favor with her faded away.

But she didn't dare to show her displeasure directly. She just suppressed her awkwardness and spoke in a perfunctory and distant tone: "Our supervisor Chen is very popular in the company and has outstanding abilities. President Zhao values ​​him highly and entrusts him with many important tasks."

At this point, she glanced around warily, then leaned slightly closer to Lin Huimin, her tone carrying a subtle hint, and whispered:

"General Manager Zhao is always aloof and keeps his distance from everyone, but he is different from Dazhuang. He often calls Dazhuang to his office to talk about work, and they talk for a long time."

As Wang Lin spoke, she discreetly observed Lin Huimin's expression. Her words were tactful, revealing key information without making hasty judgments, demonstrating her shrewdness and worldliness. However, her tone had lost its previous fervor.

Lin Huimin maintained a calm and gentle expression, but her heart sank slightly. She then casually asked in a soft voice, "Oh? So, do they often leave together after get off work?"

Wang Lin knew her words had worked. Her eyes darted around slyly, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. A hint of amusement flashed in her eyes, and she said slowly in a deliberately low voice, "We did leave together, but it was probably all for legitimate work matters."

Lin Huimin's eyes remained indifferent after hearing this, her face showed no emotion, and her tone was calm and unchanging, revealing neither joy nor anger: "So that's how it is. Thank you for telling me all this."

After speaking, she lowered her eyes slightly, concealing the turbulent emotions within them. She appeared nonchalant, but her heart had already sunk completely.

...........

I rode in Sister Zhao's car, and after about half an hour, we arrived at the new factory. The entire site of the new factory had just been leveled, with the bare loess exposed and compacted into a flat and open area. Clear traces of construction machinery were still visible on the ground, and a few scattered wooden stakes marked the outline of the future factory buildings.

Sister Zhao introduced me to some of the plans for the new factory.

No office buildings or dormitories will be built here. Instead, all the buildings will be corrugated iron factory buildings, put into operation as quickly as possible, and increase production lines to double Dingsheng's supply capacity.

The office and dormitory buildings will be temporarily managed by Dingsheng Plant 1. Construction will be considered after the new plant (Plant 2) is running smoothly.

From what she said, I also learned that the new factory is still managed by shareholders from Xiao Rizi, making its internal structure somewhat complex.

If I were to be parachuted in, it would be extremely inappropriate, and I would likely be sidelined.

Sister Zhao was also quite helpless about this. It wasn't that she had no one to use. But her most important elites were all in charge of Dingsheng's biggest client and most cutting-edge projects, and she simply couldn't spare anyone to come here.

Hearing her words, I could only helplessly accept them. But how to approach the situation and break the deadlock was still a major headache.

Seeing that I looked a little troubled, Sister Zhao smiled, took my hand, and sat me back in the car to comfort me: "Dazhuang, don't put too much pressure on yourself."

I nodded as I listened to her words and then voiced my thoughts:

"Mr. Zhao, I'd like to join the factory as an ordinary employee first, to get to know the new factory staff, especially the people sent by Xiao Rizi. If I can find something on him and get rid of him, it will be much easier for me to do things when I become the factory manager later."

Listening to my words, Sister Zhao murmured, "Start with the junior employees?"

She guessed my plan and nodded approvingly, "Okay, whatever you say."

By the time we left the new factory and returned to Sister Zhao's villa, it was already dark.

After opening the car door, Sister Zhao took my arm and led me into the living room. The housekeeper had already prepared the meal, and Zhang Xiaoqian was sitting in front of the television watching TV. When she saw us come in, a different expression appeared on her face.

She walked over, glanced at me, and then took Sister Zhao's arm: "Mom, why are you so late today?"

Zhao Fengyue was overjoyed to see her daughter's concern and smiled as she told her she had business to attend to. She then pulled me along, and the three of us sat down at the dining table.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqian was not hostile towards her and her expression was calm, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. She thought to herself that it seemed Xiaoqian hadn't lied to her and really wasn't stopping her from seeing Dazhuang anymore.

After dinner, Sister Zhao took my hand and led me up the stairs. Once inside the room, she gave me a tender look before going into the bathroom.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I looked back at the door in confusion, and then heard two more knocks. I hesitated for a moment, then went over and opened the door.

When I saw Zhang Xiaoqian, she had changed into a cool sundress. Her skin was fair and radiant, and her delicate collarbones were slightly sunken, adding a touch of alluring charm, making her look exceptionally beautiful.

When she saw me come out, she changed her usual demeanor, adopting the air of a gentle girl next door. She reached out and tugged at my sleeve, saying, "Dazhuang, come with me for a moment."

Before I could reply, she pulled me out of the room and headed towards hers. I was stunned, wondering what she was up to. It wasn't until I stepped into her room that I realized what she was doing and quickly stopped, not daring to go any further.

On the cruise ship, Zhang Xiaoqian had designs on me. Now that she's dragged me into the room, who knows what will happen? If I'm strong and healthy, I'm not afraid of her forcing herself on me, but Sister Zhao is still taking a shower in the room. What if she finds out about Zhang Xiaoqian and me? What should I do?

If mud falls into your crotch, even if it's not poop, it'll still look like poop.

I used the hem of my clothes to free myself from her grasp and looked at her cautiously: "What is it? Let's talk here."

Zhang Xiaoqian was just one step away from pulling me into the house. But I stopped, feeling a surge of anger and wanting to yell at her. However, realizing that would only push me further away, she abandoned that idea.

Ever since returning from Hong Kong, she's been holding a grudge about me not responding to her advances. After asking Song Qian, I learned that most men prefer gentle women.

So she spent a few days learning how to be a gentle woman, the most important thing being not to lose her temper or raise her voice.

She suppressed her anger, trying her best to keep her expression calm and her tone indifferent. Looking at me, she said, "Dazhuang, come inside with me, I have something to tell you."

Hearing her voice, I felt a lump in my throat and quickly shook my head: "You can just say it here."

Hearing my words, Zhang Xiaoqian was somewhat discouraged and displeased, thinking to herself, "Do I have a tiger in my house? I'm trying to pull you in, but you absolutely refuse?"

The words, however, softened as she asked, "Dazhuang, will you be my boyfriend?"

Her words sent a shiver down my spine, my hair stood on end, and even my pores tightened.

Not far away, Sister Zhao peeked out from the doorway and watched us. Every word Zhang Xiaoqian said reached her ears.