The Favored Heiress
Chapter 579: You Got Married?

Chapter 579: Chapter 579: You Got Married?

The sun set behind Western Hills, and Li Qiao planned to find Shang Yu to head home together.

Before long, her car entered the South Sea Technology Park and at the corner of a building, she ran into Zong Yue.

Their cars met head-on in the lane, and Zong Yue hurriedly rolled down her window, "Qiaoqiao, are you here to look for Uncle Shaoyan?"

Li Qiao looked down at the sports car and lazily nodded, "Hmm, is my sister-in-law off work?"

"Not yet, I have to go to the Social Security Office with a colleague." As Zong Yue spoke, she glanced at the time, "I can’t talk now, I’m in a hurry."

Li Qiao responded, and as Zong Yue’s sports car sped past, she noticed a man in a shirt seemed to be sitting in the passenger seat.

Must be her colleague.

In the sports car, Zong Yue focused intently on the road while the male colleague beside her looked at her with an odd expression, "Xiao Yue, that girl just now, she called you sister-in-law?"

Zong Yue kept her eyes on the road and nodded slightly, "What about it?"

The male colleague swallowed hard, looking shocked, "You... are married?"

He and Zong Yue were both specialists in the human resources department, and although she hadn’t been with the company long, she was extremely popular.

Young, beautiful, and wealthy.

Even this expensive sports car, he seemed to have seen it at a car exhibition, it was this year’s new model.

At that moment, Zong Yue glanced at the rear-view mirror and expertly turned on the signal light, "Yes, I’m married, Qiaoqiao is my husband’s sister, isn’t she beautiful?"

She had always felt, in her past twenty-five years, that Li Qiao was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen, without any competition.

The male colleague inhaled sharply, "Why didn’t you say you were married?"

This slightly resentful and surprised tone puzzled Zong Yue, "No one asked me, besides, it’s not like I need to talk about being married all the time."

And in her employment records, her marital status was clearly written as married.

"But..." The male colleague hesitated, his gaze falling back to her bare fingers, "you’re not wearing a ring."

Zong Yue smiled, "It’s not convenient, I often have to handle documents and wearing a ring gets in the way."

She didn’t want to flaunt a several carats’ diamond ring around.

For the rest of the drive, the male colleague didn’t speak, instead, he started to share the gossip about Zong Yue being married with everyone in the chat group on his phone.

In the group, hearts were broken, but there were still those who doubted the authenticity of this gossip.

Because Zong Yue really didn’t show any signs of being married.

When they arrived at the Social Security Office, the two got out of the car, and the male colleague, carrying the documents, walked quietly beside Zong Yue, "Xiao Yue, since you’re married, why have I never heard you mention your husband?"

Married career women, in their usual small talk, would more or less mention their families.

Whether it was complaining about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationships or discussing marital feelings, without exception.

But she never talked about it.

Zong Yue’s expression stiffened slightly, and she turned her head to look at the male colleague, "Why should I bring him up?"

Due to certain workplace rules, she didn’t want people to know her husband was the South Sea Secretary-General.

Speaking of it would make people think she was showing off, and it would only add to her troubles.

If someone wanted to use her connections for favors, wouldn’t that just cause trouble for Li Jun?

Upon hearing this, the male colleague’s eyes lit up again.

He understood, the marriage must be discordant, that’s why she didn’t even want to mention it.

He said nothing, his smile suppressed at the corners of his mouth, as he led Zong Yue to the social security office’s service hall.

Just as the two of them stepped through the door, a black business sedan slowly came to a stop at the curb.

Li Jun leaned out from the backseat, his assistant still holding documents, and said while walking, "Secretary-General, after the meeting, the party secretary of the social security bureau has also prepared a meal. Will you be attending?"

"We’ll see later."

Li Jun straightened his suit jacket and fastened the buttons. Dressed in a blue suit and white shirt, he looked respectable and handsome, the very image of cleanliness and order.

He entered the hall and observed the service windows. The staff operated methodically, their work attitude not slackening even as the end of the day approached.

Li Jun nodded in satisfaction and turned to go to the secretary’s office on the third floor.

The service hall was slightly noisy, with the voice of the calling system echoing from behind. Soon after, someone shouted, "Xiao Yue, Zong Yue, come over here!"

Li Jun’s step halted suddenly at the sound of ’Zong Yue’?

The assistant behind him almost bumped into him, steadied himself, and quickly asked, "Secretary-General, what’s wrong?"

Li Jun didn’t answer but turned again to look at the service hall. After scanning a few times, he saw a young man rush towards a social security self-service machine quite abruptly.

In front of the machine, a familiar figure was seriously operating something, holding several papers in their hand.

"Xiao Yue, didn’t you hear me calling you just now? Hurry over here, there’s a spot open at the window," said the male colleague, bumping her with his elbow as he reached Zong Yue’s side.

Zong Yue was still diligently inputting employee identity information. Startled by the bump, the papers in her hand fell to the floor unexpectedly.

The male colleague hastily stepped back, not having time to say much, and squatted down to pick them up.

At the same time, Zong Yue bent down in a hurried manner. Then with a "thud," their heads bumped against each other hard.

"Ouch."

Zong Yue moaned, holding her forehead, while the colleague, not caring for himself, instinctively supported her shoulders to steady her, staring at her anxiously, "Sorry, sorry, are you okay?"

That bump had indeed been quite hard.

With her palm pressed against her forehead, Zong Yue took several seconds to recover, "No, Xiao Liu, what did you just say?"

The colleague picked up the documents from the floor and pointed to the service window, "The self-service machine is too much hassle, let’s just submit the documents there."

"Oh, sure, let’s go then."

Zong Yue followed Xiao Liu for a few steps, shaking her head a couple of times.

Li Jun watched all this from afar.

He had an indescribable feeling, as if his mood had become slightly odd.

Li Jun silently furrowed his brow, simply watching as Zong Yue and the male colleague went to the window to submit their materials.

The colleague seemed to take good care of her. There was only one chair, and he let Zong Yue sit while he stood next to her, one hand supporting the chair back and the other on the counter of the window, a posture that read to Li Jun as protective.

The peculiar feeling gradually became uncomfortable.

The male colleague looked like he had just started his career not long ago, full of youthful energy, and his face was quite attractive.

The assistant, seeing the direction of Li Jun’s gaze and then checking the time, hadn’t spoken up yet when hurried footsteps came from the staircase.

"Secretary-General Li, glad you could make it, my apologies for not greeting you earlier."

The party secretary of the social security bureau came down personally to meet him. Under such circumstances, Li Jun had no choice but to look away and go forward to shake hands and exchange pleasantries.

However, the scene in the service hall lingered in his mind and, in the following hours, whenever he thought of it, he couldn’t help but be distracted.