Dao Qi Wu Zang Guan Guan: I became a Daoist Master in the 1990s

Chapter 118 Public and Private Entanglement
Upon hearing the news, Song Dingqian was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

He abruptly turned his head and glared at Song Wan. The forced smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by shock, anger, and disbelief. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a heavy Chongqing accent.

"What?! Song Wan! When did you submit your application?"

"How could I not know?! Why didn't you report to me first?!"

Song Wan kept her head down, her hands on her knees, her fingers tightly intertwined, her knuckles white, and she didn't say a word.

Zhong Weiguo remained expressionless and said calmly, "Old Song, I was the one who communicated directly with Song Wan."

Song Dingqian suddenly turned around to look at Zhong Weiguo, his brows furrowed tightly, his chest heaving slightly, and he was about to retort.

But Zhong Weiguo didn't give him a chance. He continued in a steady voice, "Old Song, back then you insisted on transferring Song Wan from Sichuan back to Chongqing and putting her under your command."

Many people in the department have opinions about this, including myself.

You've always known this in your heart.

Song Dingqian's face flushed red, and he became agitated: "Old Zhong! You know my family's situation!"
When her mother passed away, I swore an oath! I will definitely…

"That's exactly why!" Zhong Weiguo's voice suddenly turned cold, interrupting him, "So even though headquarters had many concerns about this, they still signed it off in the end!"
But this time! He looked at Song Wan, his tone softening.

“I’ve spoken with Song Wan. She was extremely reluctant to be transferred back to Chongqing from the beginning, but you forced her to agree.”

This time, she made it even clearer that she wanted a change of environment, and she proactively and formally submitted her own request for a transfer!

"Song Wan!" Song Dingqian turned sharply to his daughter again, his anger almost bursting out, his voice trembling with excitement.

"If you still consider me your father, now! Right now! Immediately!"
Go and withdraw my application!

"boom!"

Zhong Weiguo slammed his hand on the table, making the dishes rattle loudly.

His face darkened completely, and his gaze shot towards Song Dingqian like lightning: "Song Dingqian! Song Wan is not only your daughter, but also a registered field worker of my Bureau 749!"
"I'm still sitting here! What are you trying to do? Huh?!"

This sharp shout immediately suppressed Song Dingqian's momentum.

He opened his mouth, looked at Zhong Weiguo with a cold expression, then looked around, and finally slumped down, but his face was still full of confusion and anger.

At this moment, Song Wan finally raised her head, her eyes already red and filled with tears, but she held them back from falling.

Her voice was choked with sobs, yet unusually clear: "Dad! Why do I want to leave?"
It's because I don't want to work under you anymore! Yes! You're fair, you didn't give me any special treatment!

But precisely because of this, no matter how much I do, or how well I do it, in other people's eyes, I can never escape the label of 'Song Ding's goddaughter'! I can never hold my head high!"

Song Dingqian was taken aback, his voice softening slightly: "Who...who's gossiping behind my back? Tell me!" "Does it matter who it is?" Song Wan interrupted him, tears finally streaming down her face. "Even if no one says it to my face, as long as I'm still under your command, this will always be a matter that can't be clarified! I don't want this!"

Li Fang, who was standing to the side, coughed and forced himself to speak. His voice was not loud but clear enough: "Boss... indeed... there are some rumors in the bureau, cough, but no one dares to tell you."

"Sister Wan is stubborn and never tells you anything; she just works even harder on her own!" he said, his voice gradually fading.

Song Dingqian was stunned again. He looked at his daughter, who was in tears, and then at Li Fang, who looked troubled. It seemed that only now did he vaguely understand that his daughter's insistence on partnering with Li Fang, a newcomer, was perhaps not just about mentoring a newcomer.

The anger on his face was gradually replaced by a complex expression.

Seeing this, Zhong Weiguo spoke again, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Song Wan formally submitted her application to me as a staff member of Bureau 749, and I, based on work needs and personal wishes, believed that she was capable of the job."

Now, all that's left is for Abbot Qi to nod in approval.

He turned to Qi Yun, "Abbot Qi, what are your thoughts? Do you have any other requirements for the liaison officer?"

Qi Yun calmly swept his gaze over Song Wan, whose eyes were filled with tears but whose gaze was stubborn, and then looked at Song Dingqian, whose face was ashen and whose lips were tightly pursed. He said indifferently, "I have no special requirements for the liaison officers. Just do your job well."

"Good! That means it's approved!"
I will process the relevant transfer order procedures immediately after the meeting.

Immediately afterwards, an official document arrived from headquarters: "Captain Song, please check the receipt!"

He stopped looking at Song Dingqian, raised his wine glass, and a smile returned to his face.

"Alright! The matter is clear! We've made a fool of ourselves in front of Abbot Qi and Daoist Gongyang!"
Come on, the pot has been boiling for ages, let's pick up our chopsticks and eat!
Thanks to Abbot Qi, I can finally try Chongqing hotpot today!

The atmosphere at the subsequent dinner became noticeably subtle and somber.

Only Zhong Weiguo, Qi Yun, and Master Gongyang occasionally exchanged a few words, commenting on the dishes and talking about some interesting things about the Xuan Yi Alliance.

Song Dingqian remained silent, his face grim, and simply drank in silence.

Song Wan lowered her head and ate the food in front of her in small bites, without tasting it.

Li Fang was even more cautious, wishing he could shrink himself into the chair.

Outside the window, the city's night view is bustling and vibrant; inside, a banquet is being held, each with its own unique thoughts and intentions.

Qi Yun calmly ate the tripe, understanding in his heart that the mortal world, with its grudges and entanglements, was perhaps more complex and difficult to understand than the world where he slew demons and monsters.

(End of this chapter)