However, the man had no idea what she was thinking and went to the mall excitedly.
Yang Qingheng had been sitting in the car for an unknown amount of time, feeling drowsy. When she saw the person outside the window, she suddenly opened the door and strode over to greet him: "Director Zhang."
"You are... the wife of the deputy director?" Director Zhang stared at her carefully for a moment. Because they were not from the same city and he had not had much contact with Tang Bainian, he hesitated for a few seconds before he realized what she meant.
“Yes, my name is Yang Qingheng. I heard you came to our city and I’ve been looking for an opportunity to meet you. I never expected to run into you here today,” Yang Qingheng said with a friendly smile. “I wonder if I could speak to you in private?”
“No, no, no, Madam Deputy Director, you can just call me Xiao Zhang,” Deputy Director Zhang’s heart skipped a beat when he heard her use a respectful title. He quickly corrected her, glanced around to make sure no one was there, and coughed lightly. “Please tell me what you need to say here. I’m in a hurry to get back to work. I’m really sorry.”
Both of them knew perfectly well why Yang Qingheng had specifically sought him out, but they were both perceptive enough not to point it out.
"Well, I wanted to ask about the exhibition next month. I was wondering if you could make an exception for the space reservation?" Yang Qingheng asked tentatively.
After all, she was Tang Bainian's wife. Normally, he would help her out and do her a favor, but Director Zhang shook his head apologetically without hesitation: "It's not that I don't want to help you, but the booth locations are all random. The mayor and deputy mayor attach great importance to it. What can a mere director like me say?"
It means she wants to change her booth, so she should go to the mayor and deputy mayor; going to him, a mere section chief, won't help.
Yang Qingheng understood, smiled gratefully, and saw him to his car: "Thank you, Director Zhang. Our hotel is having an event on the 3rd of next month. If you and your wife and children have time, you can come and join the fun." She took out two experience cards from her bag and put them in his hand.
It's a discount card, but the discount is as high as 10% off. You can tell others it's for a friend, and there won't be any trouble checking it.
Director Zhang was surprised, but he didn't return it. His attitude towards Yang Qingheng became much warmer: "If I have time, I will definitely attend. It's cold outside, so the deputy director's wife should go back quickly."
Yang Qingheng watched his car disappear around the corner, sneezed, and then felt cold. She subconsciously took out her phone to check, but there was no call from Song Hengjue. She couldn't help but mutter to herself.
Since returning from the office yesterday, Song Hengjue seems to have become much more well-behaved. In the past two days, he has not only not bothered her in her office, but has not even made a single phone call.
That's really strange.
While I found it convenient, I don't know why, but I felt strangely empty inside.
Yang Qingheng assumed she was just in a bad mood and put Song Hengjue out of her mind, turning to Sun Rong beside her: "How's Qiao Xihe doing?"
Logically speaking, that woman is barely able to take care of herself, so she wouldn't have the energy to trip her up, but it's still better to be safe than sorry.
“Qiao Jiajun’s friends and relatives are all unwilling to get involved in this mess. Judging from the attitude of the higher-ups, he probably has no chance of making a comeback this time. Qiao Xihe, on the other hand, has really opened my eyes.” Sun Rong clicked her tongue in amazement.
Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow: "Tell me about it."
On the other side.
Qiao Xihe sneezed violently, her nose turning red, tears welling up in her eyes: "Dad, I had no choice but to do this. You wouldn't want me to suffer, would you?"
When Qiao Jiajun saw the person opposite him, his face contorted with rage and veins bulged. He slammed the cup in his hand down in her face: "How could I have given birth to such an ingrate! I should have strangled you when you were born, you shameless thing! You slut! How dare you lay your hands on my head!"
You can guard against anything, but it's hard to guard against a thief within your own family. He had no idea when this despicable woman had secretly collected evidence of his accepting bribes. What's even more despicable is that she handed over his evidence to her superiors without any mercy when he was in prison!
If Qiao Jiajun still held onto a sliver of hope for getting out, Qiao Xihe's actions undoubtedly extinguished that last hope.
"Stop!" The police officer reacted quickly, pressing Qiao Jiajun back into his chair.
However, Qiao Xihe still got splashed with water from the cup.
She was annoyed inside, but on the surface she still maintained a well-behaved demeanor, carefully wiping the water from her face with a handkerchief: "Dad, I know you're in a bad mood right now, it's okay, we can talk slowly when you're in a better mood."
After saying that, he picked up his bag and stood up nonchalantly.
This nonchalant attitude almost made Qiao Jiajun faint with anger. He spat out all sorts of vicious words, as if the person in front of him was not his own daughter, but a pair of enemies who wished they could tear each other to pieces.
Hearing the insults behind her, Qiao Xihe's eyes flashed with malice, making her look like a witch from the deep mountains.
But upon seeing a group of reporters with cameras outside the police station, her eyes immediately reddened, and she looked extremely sad.
"Ms. Qiao, what were your motivations for submitting this evidence to the state?" a reporter rushed up, his words sharp.
Qiao Xihe sniffed, sighed, and said firmly and sincerely, "The education I received has always told me that what my father did was wrong, that he was letting down the country and the people. I have been trying to stop him, but he is unwilling to stop, and I can't do anything about it."
"So, Miss Qiao, you knew from the beginning that your father was doing this kind of thing, and as his daughter, as a beneficiary..." A reporter squinted, his tone sarcastic.
While others might have panicked, Qiao Xihe had already simulated this scenario a thousand times in her mind. She shook her head sadly but firmly: "This reporter, you are wrong. I only recently learned about this matter. It is my loyalty to the country and the people that made me choose to do this. I know that once I submit this evidence to the country, I will definitely face a rift between father and daughter, but I am very clear-headed. I have chosen the right path."
Her righteous and eloquent words silenced the reporters present for a moment, followed by a burst of enthusiastic applause.
"Although your father did such a thing, the sins should not be borne by his children. Miss Qiao, it is because of selfless people like you that the rule of law in our country is becoming smoother and smoother," the leader said loudly.
Those nearby exchanged glances and began to praise.
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