Me! A high-ranking official!

"Bang bang... bang bang..."

In the dimly lit room, the Simmons bed made a dull thud.

Toilet paper scattered on the bedside table, a sexy bodycon skirt lying on the floor, purple high heels...

"This erotic dream is too real..." Zhao Jianguo gasped in pleasure.

"Snapped!"

A heavy slap landed on Zhao Jianguo's face, waking him up instantly.

He suddenly woke up and looked up!

On the bed, a woman with red lips, cold and voluptuous, was biting her lip and tightly clutching the blanket. She was glaring at him with a furious look, as if she wanted to tear him to pieces.

"Miss, this is a misunderstanding, I..."

Zhao Jianguo was speechless when he saw the glaring bright color on the white bed sheet.

What happened last night?

How did he end up in bed with a beautiful stranger?!

"Get out!" came the woman's voice, which she tried to suppress as she spoke. Zhao Jianguo quickly put on his pants.

When Zhao Jianguo ran out of the hotel in a disheveled state, his mind was still blank.

Just before leaving, he glanced at the woman's phone screen on the bedside table and saw it was lit up, showing a call from Secretary Liu of the Municipal Party Committee!

Without giving it much thought, Zhao Jianguo fled the scene, looking utterly embarrassed.

The May wind, carrying a wave of heat, swept over him. He stood by the roadside, watching the traffic flow by, his mind filled with the woman's resentful gaze. One thought kept replaying in his mind: How did I end up sleeping with a strange woman?

He rubbed his temples hard, trying to recall what happened last night.

He vaguely remembered having a big fight with his wife, Xu Qingqing, because she always made excuses not to sleep with him. He tolerated it once or twice, but he had been holding it in for three whole years and was almost going crazy.

Then he went to a bar and drank one glass after another.

What happened after that was blurry. It seemed like I went into a hotel, checked into a room, and then, feeling dizzy, I lay down on the bed, as if I were lying on a big, soft ball of cotton.

Accompanied by a soft, seductive moan from a woman, he felt an intense heat coursing through his body, and fueled by the alcohol, he began to thrust wildly...

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and carefully recalled the three points of that beautiful woman from just now—cough cough, it was that woman's appearance, figure, and temperament!

Although the snow-white, delicate body hidden under the covers was voluptuous and voluptuous, perfectly fitting her large breasts and pert buttocks, making one's blood boil.

But beneath that icy, aloof face lay the detachment and indifference of someone who had held a high position for many years—a quality he was all too familiar with as someone within the system.

Then, recalling the name "Secretary Liu" on the other party's phone before she left, she figured this woman probably wasn't some kind of escort; she was likely someone within the system, just like herself.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that everyone was in the system; they all had some sense of shame and wouldn't threaten him with this matter. After all, it was also a violation of organizational regulations for married public officials to have a one-night stand.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time. It was 9:30 a.m. He had taken half a day off today, supposedly to take care of some personal business, but now, he had ended up checking into a hotel for his personal business.

Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated, and a WeChat message popped up on the screen.

He opened the message and saw it was from Director Guo Huaixing: "Zhao Jianguo, where are you! Come over here right now!"

Just this one sentence, without any emojis or unnecessary punctuation, clean and concise—unlike Guo Huaixing's usual style.

A thought struck him.

Guo Huaixing usually likes to use exclamation marks in his messages and also likes to send those emojis that are exclusive to middle-aged men, such as handshake, fist bump, and coffee. He is also very particular about his words. Today, his messages are so concise, which is not right.

Could it be that there's some progress on the promotion?

Thinking of this, his heart skipped a beat.

This is his fifth year working in the government office. According to the county's rules, after five years, he can be considered for the position of deputy section chief.

During his years in the government office, he worked diligently and tirelessly, never complaining. He always completed tasks assigned by his superiors in a timely manner, and it was time for him to be promoted based on seniority.

Of course, he also knew that his mother-in-law deserved a lot of credit for this.

His wife, Xu Qingqing, is the daughter of Cao Wenting, the deputy secretary of the county discipline inspection commission.

Cao Wenting had worked in the county's discipline inspection department for over a decade. She had extensive connections and was known for her shrewd and experienced methods, making her a notorious troublemaker in the county.

Cao Wenting did indeed put in a lot of effort in getting Zhao Jianguo promoted to deputy section chief. He heard from the government office that Cao Wenting had specifically "communicated" with the leaders of the Organization Department, and the meaning was very clear: Comrade Zhao Jianguo should be promoted.

Now that Guo Huaixing has suddenly called him over, it's most likely about this.

Zhao Jianguo put away his phone and hailed a taxi.

"Go to the county government."

.......

The taxi stopped in front of the county government building. After paying the fare, Zhao Jianguo straightened his collar and went inside. He went to the elevator and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

The moment the elevator doors closed, he noticed two young female cadres huddled together in the corner of the lobby, whispering something, their eyes glancing at him every now and then with disgust.

He vaguely heard a few words before the elevator doors closed completely.

"...Oh my god, really?"

"...Zhao Jianguo's physical examination..."

"...AIDS, syphilis..."

His lips twitched. A medical checkup?

He even has AIDS and syphilis? Are you sick? You're spreading rumors about him.

He has always been very healthy, and rarely even gets a cough or a cold.

The elevator reached the seventh floor, the doors opened, and the corridor was quiet. The government offices were on the seventh and eighth floors, and Director Guo Huaixing's office was at the very back on the seventh floor.

Arriving at the door of the director's office, I stopped, took a deep breath, quickly straightened my clothes, and gently knocked twice.

"Come in."

Guo Huaixing's voice came from inside, but it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.

He pushed the door open and went in.

The office wasn't big, but it was very tidy.

Hanging opposite the desk is a calligraphy scroll that reads, "Fairness breeds clarity, integrity breeds authority," written by a retired calligrapher from the county.

Guo Huaixing sat behind his desk, holding a pen in his hand, looking down at some document.

As soon as he entered the door, Guo Huaixing raised his head.

The moment their eyes met, Zhao Jianguo's heart skipped a beat.

Guo Huaixing looked at him with the same gaze as the people downstairs, no, even colder. That coldness wasn't anger or disappointment, but something far more terrifying—a disgust that said, "I misjudged you."

"Close the door." Guo Huaixing's voice was devoid of any emotion, so calm it was chilling.

His heart was pounding with anxiety, so he quickly turned around and closed the door, even turning the latch to make sure it was securely shut.

"Director Guo, you wanted to see me...?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Guo Huaixing suddenly pull open the drawer on his right, pull out a brown paper envelope, and throw it at him.

The envelope arced through the air and landed with a "thud" at his feet. Several pages slipped out of the envelope and scattered on the ground.

He was stunned.

Guo Huaixing was known for his good temper in the government office. Although he was strict with his subordinates, he never slammed his fist on the table or yelled at them. Even if someone made a big mistake, he would just say a few harsh words with a stern face and never lose his temper.

He had followed Guo Huaixing for five years and had never seen Guo Huaixing so angry.

But today… Guo Huaixing’s face was flushed red, veins bulging on his temples, and he pointed at the envelope on the ground, his voice almost shouting:

"Zhao Jianguo, you take a look at this! As a county government employee, you represent the government's image, and look at your medical examination results... it's..."

Guo Huaixing gritted his teeth and spat out each word one by one:

AIDS! Syphilis!

The office was so quiet you could hear the ticking of the wall clock.