She only has this one person left to rely on; besides Mayor Zhou, no one else can help her.

Mayor Zhou had just entered the living room when he sneezed violently. His wife came out of the room with a worried look on her face: "Have you caught a cold? You've been working non-stop these past few days and haven't had a proper rest. Go back and take a nap. You can't keep going like this."

Mayor Zhou pushed her hand away and shook his head: "It's alright, don't worry about me, I'll go rest after I finish writing."

Seeing the thick stack of white papers on the table, his head still couldn't help but throb with pain.

After the exhibition that day, his superiors returned and reprimanded him, demanding that he explain to the organization. In just three days, he had written tens of thousands of words of self-criticism and was facing the risk of being demoted. He was filled with remorse and wished he could slap himself hard.

How could I have been so blinded by greed to help that good-for-nothing Qiao Xihe with such a thing for the sake of political achievements? Not only did I not get a promotion, but now I have to live in fear because of this. How foolish!

Just then, the nanny's voice came from outside the door: "Mayor, Miss Qiao has arrived."

Mayor Zhou frowned, put down his pen, and went out: "Let her in."

Since we've taken care of everything for her, we should at least get Qiao Xihe to invite Song Hengjue to their city to help increase fiscal revenue. Maybe we can make amends through this.

Mayor Zhou has a clever plan.

Little did she know that Qiao Xihe not only refused to mention Song Hengjue after entering the room, but also started asking him for help.

"Mayor Zhou, I know you met some overseas businessmen the other day. Could you introduce me to them? As you know, we urgently need to open up overseas markets."

Mayor Zhou's expression changed slightly. Thinking of Song Hengjue, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and agree: "Of course, it's possible. But what about the matter Miss Qiao mentioned earlier about having Mr. Song come to our city to develop his career?"

“No problem. Hengjue has been busy lately. I’ll arrange for you to meet him when he has time. You know, he’s the CEO of such a big company, and his schedule is quite full.” Qiao Xihe’s facial muscles were stiff, but her tone of lying was natural, and no one could find anything wrong with it.

Mayor Zhou smiled gratefully and personally saw her out: "Miss Qiao is right, your boyfriend is a very busy man, I'll have to trouble you then."

His anxious heart had finally calmed down a bit these past few days. After all, she was his fiancée, and he felt that considering how much he had helped Qiao Xihe, it was only right for Song Hengjue to help him in return.

"Mayor, this is today's letter," the nanny said respectfully.

Mayor Zhou nodded, then his expression changed drastically when he saw what was on it.

You bitch!