Rustic Charm: The Doctor Immortal
Chapter 330: Proper business is not as important as major life events

Chapter 330: Chapter 330: Proper business is not as important as major life events

Zhao Ding was meticulous and secretive in his affairs, like a sly old fox. He always had others act on his behalf while he hid in the background.

It was extremely difficult to find incriminating evidence against Zhao Ding.

But now that Zhao Leyao knew the whereabouts of the missing plaintiffs, Chen Dashan had the opportunity to leverage these individuals to obtain evidence of Zhao Ding’s corruption and abuse of power. In Furong County, Zhao Ding, who had been wielding absolute power, was at risk of losing his official position.

"I... I am now at the shantytown company. Do you want to come over?"

Zhao Leyao asked softly.

Chen Dashan chatted a bit more before hurriedly grabbing his clothes and driving out alone.

Twenty minutes later.

Inside Chen Dashan’s shantytown company office.

"President Chen is here!"

The secretary saw Chen Dashan approaching and quickly jogged forward to greet him respectfully. Chen Dashan, without stopping, asked, "Is Miss Zhao here?"

"President Zhao is already waiting in the office. No one else knows." The secretary replied softly. Chen Dashan nodded, then pushed open the frosted glass door to his office.

Hearing the footsteps, Zhao Leyao quickly put down the tea cup in her hand, stood up, and looked towards the door. Seeing the travel-worn Chen Dashan push the door open, their eyes met. Zhao Leyao’s almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she stared at Chen Dashan, who smiled and said, "Is it possible that after a few days, Miss Zhao doesn’t recognize me anymore?"

Zhao Leyao’s thoughts were interrupted. Her eyes darted away, and she pulled at the corners of her mouth, revealing sweet dimples as she said, "Let’s talk about the business first."

Saying this, she straightened her light pink dress and sat on the sofa with her legs together.

After not seeing Chen Dashan for a few days, Zhao Leyao missed him dearly. At this moment, she felt very nervous, her hands clasped together, her head lowered, deep in thought.

Today, Zhao Leyao wore a light pink dress. Her delicate skin looked like a flower, with light makeup giving her a clean and soft appearance. With her natural gracefulness, she resembled a budding crabapple flower. As Chen Dashan approached, a subtle fragrance filled the air, and Zhao Leyao’s two long white legs were tightly pressed together in tension.

"Why are you nervous?"

Chen Dashan asked, placing his large hand on Zhao Leyao’s hand. Her small hand was cool to the touch, and her skin was smooth. Chen Dashan’s big hand kept rubbing on it.

In her work attire, Zhao Leyao had lost some of her commanding presence. She didn’t exude the decisiveness of a professional elite; instead, she seemed like a pure and shy girl next door.

"I... I actually knew a few days ago. I didn’t say anything because... because after all, Zhao Ding is my father. I couldn’t get past that...," Zhao Leyao said, lowering her head, her expression conflicted and helpless. Chen Dashan took the opportunity to let her lean against his chest, soothingly saying, "I don’t blame you. If you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you."

"I know what it means for Zhao Ding if I present the evidence. But right now, I can’t care about these things. They treated you like this, and because of Zhao Qiqiang, they treated me this way for so many years, but they can’t push you to death. It’s obviously Zhao Qiqiang who is in the wrong!" Zhao Leyao’s eyes filled with tears, and she became emotional, trembling all over.

Chen Dashan didn’t know what Zhao Leyao had gone through. Even though they were both Zhao Ding’s children, compared to the useless Zhao Qiqiang, Zhao Leyao seemed invisible.

"You don’t need to worry about me. I will take care of it," Chen Dashan said, patting Zhao Leyao’s back gently.

Zhao Leyao wrapped her lotus-like arms around Chen Dashan’s neck and planted her pink lips on his.

The soft, warm sensation sent a shiver through both of them. Zhao Leyao extended her small lilac tongue, gently exploring Chen Dashan. Though her moves were awkward, Chen Dashan felt deeply satisfied. While Zhao Ding was causing trouble for him over there, he was messing with Zhao Ding’s daughter here.

Recalling their passionate encounter in the office last time, Zhao Leyao was burning with desire. After not seeing each other these few days, the two were like dry wood and fire, inseparable.

Chen Dashan’s large hand slipped inside Zhao Leyao’s dress, moving around continuously.

"Mm..."

"Ah...ah..." Zhao Leyao panted lightly, her small face flushed. Her shy appearance resembled a juicy peach, inviting a bite.

"You’re being so mean. Didn’t you say we should talk about business?" Zhao Leyao said, half-resisting, half-yielding, her body sticking to Chen Dashan like soft clay, constantly writhing.

With Chen Dashan’s desire ignited, there was no way he would stop now.

"Business is less important than life’s big events."

Chen Dashan grinned evilly. By this time, Zhao Leyao’s dress was pushed up to her waist, exposing her long snowy legs and the plump peach underneath. Chen Dashan stared at the moist bud, his Adam’s apple moving as he caught the unique fragrance on his fingers.

Overcome with a feverish rush, Chen Dashan urgently pushed Zhao Leyao down.

"Wait..."

Zhao Leyao’s voice trembled weakly, yet the soft and warm beauty in his arms had already made Chen Dashan as hard as steel. Ignoring everything else, he swiftly tore off Zhao Leyao’s panties, grabbing the two halves of her peach roughly, seeing her lips part in pleasure, Chen Dashan thrust forward.

"Mm...ahh..."

Zhao Leyao lifted her long white legs, her body swaying on the sofa with Chen Dashan’s movements. Her firm breasts bobbed up and down like soft milk puddings, making one’s mouth water.

"Those... ah, those defendants are actually in Hengshui City, mm, ah... but now there are only four left. Whether they are willing to come back and testify, I don’t know..." Zhao Leyao’s small face was flushed. Amidst moans, she spoke, and Chen Dashan, lifting his head from her heaving snowy bosom, focused on her delicate face, thrusting forcefully.

"Ah..."

Zhao Leyao’s face turned even redder, her eyes carrying spring emotions as she looked innocently at Chen Dashan. He smirked and said, "You still have the energy to think about other things?"

Zhao Leyao tilted her snow-white neck, raising her legs onto Chen Dashan’s shoulders.

Strange, intermittent sounds echoed in the office...

Meanwhile.

At Chen Dashan’s villa.

After washing up and changing into clean clothes, having a warm bowl of nutritious porridge, Zhao Yaqian’s fear and anxiety subsided a bit. She looked around the luxurious surroundings of Chen Dashan’s villa, taking in the exquisite decor, with each item being something she had never seen in her life.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Zhao Yaqian turned and saw Zhou Hui carrying a fruit plate with a smile, "Are you feeling better?"

"Covered in injuries, who did this to you? Hurting a woman like this is despicable!" Zhou Hui exclaimed in indignation, warming Zhao Yaqian’s heart. Zhou Hui, now dressed elegantly and looking much paler and prettier, yet her tone and expression remained that of the same Zhou Hui from Stone Village. Zhao Yaqian had pitied Zhou Hui for losing her husband soon after marriage, but now, beyond envy, there was only more envy.