Song Zhanjin deliberately kept the secret and refused to say who the benefactor was. He just held an umbrella and walked towards the meeting room of the cadre school with Lin Wanjun.
As a result, halfway through the journey, he was stopped by Zhao Shuping.
"Hey, isn't this a food thief?"
Ever since she was beaten by Lin Wanjun, Zhao Shuping has always held a grudge against her and has often said bad things about Lin Wanjun in secret.
But they were just grumbling behind her back. Zhao Shuping was traumatized by the beating and subconsciously held her head in her hands when she saw Lin Wanjun, like a mouse seeing a cat.
Today he is very brave and dares to provoke me face to face.
Lin Wanjun sneered, took a few steps forward and raised her hand, and Zhao Shuping was so scared that she stepped back and hugged her head.
"What's going on? I was just fixing my hair, why are you holding your head?"
Lin Wanjun sneered while stroking the hair at her temples.
Zhao Shuping, who was ridiculed, became angry and embarrassed. She stood up straight, put her hands on her hips and spat.
"Why are you so arrogant? You think you can take credit for Dong Yingying's work? Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you deserve it?"
"Dong Yingying's father is the head of a military region, and you? You're just a bitch seducing men everywhere...ah!"
Before Zhao Shuping finished speaking, Lin Wanjun had already closed her umbrella and swung the handle directly at her mouth.
Then, she pinched Zhao Shuping's chin, forced her to open her mouth wide, pressed her head down and pushed Zhao Shuping directly into the puddle on the ground.
"I hate people who don't brush their teeth. Their mouths stink. Rinse your mouth well!"
Zhao Shuping couldn't break free and sobbed. The dirty rain water filled her mouth and then poured into her lungs through her nose, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Finally, Lin Wanjun let go.
Like a dying dog, Zhao Shuping, with her face covered in mud, coughed violently and breathed heavily, looking both miserable and hateful.
Lin Wanjun moved slightly, and Zhao Shuping screamed in fright, rolling and crawling backwards, and mud and water splashed on Lin Wanjun's trouser legs.
Standing up, Lin Wanjun looked down at Zhao Shuping.
"Go back and tell your chatterbox friends to behave themselves. If you do it again, it won't be as simple as drinking muddy water!"
Lin Wanjun smiled viciously.
"Next time, I'll take you guys to eat shit, okay!"
Zhao Shuping's eyes almost popped out.
Why could Song Zhanjin still gaze at such a vicious woman with such loving eyes?
Was he bewitched by this vicious woman?
After dealing with Zhao Shuping, Lin Wanjun pretended nothing had happened and continued walking towards the meeting room with an umbrella.
Song Zhanjin took out a handkerchief and wiped the mud off Lin Wanjun's face.
"you are so Beautiful!"
Lin Wanjun thought she had misheard, so she stopped and looked at Song Zhanjin, who looked like a pervert.
"What did you say? What did I really say?"
"I said you're so beautiful! You looked so beautiful fighting just now!"
Song Zhanjin's eyes were so gentle that they could make water drip out of them.
Lin Wanjun got goosebumps all over her body, as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"How about we go home first, and I'll get you a bowl of clean water and stand three chopsticks upright to ward off the evil spirits?"
Hearing this, Song Zhanjin laughed out loud and put his arm around Lin Wanjun's shoulders.
"I'm not possessed. I'm speaking the truth! I don't like weak girls. I like brave women like you."
Who says women can only be dodders that depend on men? Women can also be tall and straight pines that stand shoulder to shoulder with men, standing proudly in the wind and snow.
Soon, they arrived at the door of the conference room.
There were several jeeps parked in the open space outside the conference room, and several guards standing guard at the door. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
"What big shot?"
Lin Wanjun asked quietly, "Are you from North City? Are you related to the Song family? That shouldn't mean you came here just to see me. Could you be mistaken?"
Song Zhanjin smiled and shook his head.
"How could I be wrong? I came here specifically to see you!"
As he was speaking, the curtain of the conference room was lifted, and Wei Yifu and Xu Haibin walked out with nervous expressions.
"Xiaolin, you're finally here!"
Seeing Lin Wanjun coming, Wei Yifu took a few quick steps forward to greet her.
"Are you related to Minister Yang?"
Minister Yang? Who is Minister Yang? None of her relatives have the last name Yang!
Lin Wanjun shook her head blankly.
Wei Yifu and Xu Haibin looked at each other, paused for a moment, and Xu Haibin asked again tentatively.
"So... your family is related to Minister Yang?"
Lin Wanjun was a little impatient.
"Don't you know my secrets? The whole cadre school knows that I climbed the Song family's high branch and shamelessly forced Song Zhanjin into marriage. Now, how many people are calling me shameless behind my back!"
"Do you think my family has that ability?"
These words made Wei Yifu blush a little.
Yes, he knew that after the commendation meeting, many people were talking about and mocking Lin Wanjun behind her back, and some of the words were indeed very harsh.
But he didn't think about these things at the time, he just wanted to deal with the problem in a realistic way.
"I certainly didn't handle this matter properly. I'll call a meeting later to clarify things for you!"
Lin Wanjun refused.
"No, there's no need for you to clarify anything for me. Don't say anything. It will be over in a while. If you go to my defense again, it will only make things worse."
She has experienced that human hearts are unpredictable and people's words are scary.
Not wanting to argue with Wei Yifu, Lin Wanjun peeked through the crack in the door curtain, wanting to see who that noble person was.
At this moment, a majestic voice suddenly came from inside.
"Didn't you say you'd already hired someone? Why hasn't she come yet? Are you bullying her? I heard you assigned her to the dung-pulling team to do the hard labor!"
Wei Yifu hurriedly explained through the door curtain.
"No! No one is bullying her! Minister Yang, Comrade Xiaolin has arrived and is standing at the door!"
The people in the house said, "Then let someone come in quickly. It's raining outside and it's so cold!"
Wei Yifu took a deep breath, looked at Lin Wanjun deeply, and after a moment he lifted the curtain for her.
"Come in, Minister Yang has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Lin Wanjun stepped over the threshold and saw that the light in the conference room was slightly dim. Three men and one woman were sitting scattered on the chairs in the conference room.
Two tall, noble-looking middle-aged men and a middle-aged woman with short hair all looked up at Lin Wanjun.
The only person standing by the window was a hunched old man, with his back to the door, seemingly admiring the scenery.
The atmosphere was a bit depressing, and Lin Wanjun's heartbeat was a little faster.
She turned her head to look at Song Zhanjin beside her and asked quietly, "Who are they? Which one is Minister Yang?"
Song Zhanjin was about to speak when a slight cough interrupted his words.
Holding back his laughter, Song Zhanjin said, "Look carefully, are there any familiar faces here?"
Familiar face?
Lin Wanjun's eyes seemed to sweep over the two middle-aged men, but she couldn't match them even after searching her memory.
Well, definitely not!
As for this lady, why does she look a little familiar?
But... I really can't remember where I've seen it.
The lady nodded kindly and politely to Lin Wanjun with a smile on her face.
"Dad, stop teasing Xiaolin and turn around and thank your savior in person!"
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