Preface.

But later, she didn't die. When she woke up in the hospital, the first person she saw was Zhou Lu, with her delicate and tender face, furrowed brows, and traces of tears still visible. "Ning Hui... Ning Hui... You finally woke up."

Zhou Lu gritted her teeth and said with hatred, "Including this bastard... Don't let me see him again, otherwise I will have someone dismember him!"

Xue Songtao responded, "Exactly, exactly! By then, both of us will be able to benefit from the rising tide."

Tang Ninghui, the secretary, finished organizing the documents at hand. She looked up and noticed that her colleagues had already left. She grabbed her scarf and gloves, closed the door, and left the secretary's office.

Gong Baohua, where are those greeters...

At the entrance of the city hall, she lifted her gaze and saw the tall figure waiting at the street corner. The figure gradually approached her and finally came into view. Tang Ninghui smiled sweetly from the bottom of her heart and said, "You must have been waiting for a long time. I was so busy that I forgot about the end of work."

Tang Ninghui didn't say anything. She had been working at the City Hall for two years and was no longer a young girl fresh out of school. If someone had to take responsibility for this matter, someone would have to die. If it fell on her, she would die no matter what she said.

Tang Ninghui turned her head with great effort, her absent-minded eyes searching around. Zhou Lu's pained gaze avoided her, everything spoke of a bloody fact.

Along with putting down her chopsticks, Tang Ninghui asked, "Has the mayor been losing his temper again these days? How is the investigation going on the leaked treaty?". Thinking of this matter, Tang Ninghui became more and more upset. Few people knew about the secret treaty signed with Russia, so how could it be leaked to the opposition democrats? Unfortunately, she was one of the few people who knew about it.

The person interrogating her was relatively polite: "Miss Tang, please confess and don't make things difficult for us." Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't even lift them, and her voice was dry and hoarse, without a hint of her usual self: "I really don't know anything."

As a bucket of cold water was poured over her head, Tang Ninghui suddenly shuddered and snapped out of her nightmare.

Director Chen stopped speaking and turned around with a forced smile, saying, "Oh, what wind blew the mayor's secretary here?"

The general office of the municipal hall, due to the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Liu, was in a flurry of activity. Director Chen paced back and forth, wiping sweat and incessantly instructing, "Xiao Liu, how is the villa in the western suburbs arranged? Have the latest Western-style furniture from the foreign firm arrived? Give them a call, it must be delivered tomorrow, no, this afternoon. Also, the carpets, I heard that Mrs. Liu prefers pure handmade items." Give them a call, it must be delivered tomorrow, no, this afternoon. Also, the carpets, I heard that Mrs. Liu prefers pure handmade items.

One day, he went to pick her up from work. The weather was stormy with pouring rain. Even though they had an umbrella, they were still drenched like wet chickens. He bent down, lowered his head, and helped her take off her wet shoes. From her perspective, she could only see his dark, dark hair.

Bao Laiqiu, how was the arrangement of that team?

The warmth he once gave her, she yearned for it so much.

One day, after the movie ended, he escorted her back. The wind was cool and carried clusters of strong osmanthus fragrance, intoxicating. He took off his coat and draped it over her. His ink-jade-like eyes were faintly smiling, so handsome, saying, "Be careful not to catch a cold."

Zhou Lu smiled and said, "Alright, alright, stop making fun of me! What secretary general? Just a gofer. By the way, the mayor is looking for you." Director Chen's expression changed, and he hurriedly said, "Yes, I'll go over right away, right away." He glanced around, as if to show everyone to "work well," and then followed Zhou Lu out of the door.

As soon as she arrived home, Sister Ah Jin, the maid, brought up the steaming hot food. Tang Ninghui hasn't had a good appetite these days, but seeing that the dishes were different from usual and light in flavor, she ate a little more.

Enough, enough, neither you nor I have such fate--even if we do well, it's still someone else's credit...

Along with seeing her tired eyes, I could roughly tell that she didn't want to discuss this matter further, so I lowered my voice and said, "I'll ask Aunt Jin to boil some hot water for you. Take a bath and rest early."

Zhou Lu has come all the way and sees the staff of the General Affairs Department standing with their heads down, listening attentively. She raises her delicate eyebrows and smiles coquettishly, saying, "Director Chen, which play are you singing?"

Zhou Lu stood by the window in the ward for a long time, and finally said, "Ning Hui, the doctor... the doctor said you are pregnant..." Zhou Lu exerted a slight force with her fingertips, and the slender cigarette for women was silently broken into two pieces.

She knew it early on, it was him, it was Liantong.

The crowd was talking all at once, and it was very lively. "Yes...yes..."

The tense atmosphere among the crowd finally eased. Bao Laiqiu wiped off the cold sweat and said, "Director Chen has really put in a lot of effort this time..." Xiao Liu added, "This is a big deal. It's a test for Director Chen. If he can arrange the itinerary for General Liu and Mrs. Liu properly and smoothly this time, then the position of deputy mayor will be within his grasp..."

She even put the vegetables into her bowl: "What's wrong? Lately, I've noticed that you've been eating so little." Tang Ninghui shook her head gently and said, "I'm fine, just feeling a bit tired." These past few days, I've been feeling lazy and don't want to do anything, and I have no appetite at all.

She stared at Zhou Lu blankly, for a while, tears streamed down.

He grabbed Xue Songtao who was passing by in a hurry and said, "Xiao Xue, how is the chef in the kitchen doing? I emphasized during the last meeting that the Western chef must be from France. Madam studied in France back then. Of course, we also need to find several old chefs who used to work in the imperial kitchen. And also, there are still...". "Of course, we also need to find several old chefs who used to work in the imperial kitchen. And also, there are still...".

A nightmare all the way, the wind is strong, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood... Everyone is pushing and shoving, fleeing in all directions...

Tang Ninghui leaned to one side, silently shedding tears. Meanwhile, Zhou Lu, who was beside her, took out a pack of cigarettes from her bag and elegantly picked one out with her slender fingers. As she brought it slowly to her lips, she suddenly remembered something and froze with the lighter in her hand.

If the answer is not satisfactory to Director Chen, he will immediately scold us: "How do you handle things? On ordinary days, I don't bother you even if you work like a monk hitting a bell every day. This time, you have tightened your skin for me. If there is any mistake, I will peel your skin off!"

Along with this familiar name, it feels like a sharp bone-cutting knife is fiercely stirring Tang Ninghui's heart, so painful. She can only curl up her body, curl up again, and shrink into a small ball. Only in this way, only in this way, does she have a little strength to resist.

At that moment, her heart was as soft as if it had been soaked in rainwater.

Perhaps from the very beginning of their encounter, it was just a trap set by him, and yet she foolishly stepped into it step by step...

Tang Ninghui dried her hair and leaned on the bed to read books. After flipping through a few pages, she felt a strong sense of fatigue and unknowingly entered dreamland.

Although she grew up in the Tang family, she was born out of wedlock and her parents passed away. In her daily life, being able to avoid the wrath of the matriarch is already considered fortunate. From childhood to adulthood, she didn't ask for much, just a warm home.

The figure of Tang Ninghui behind me seemed to disappear into thin air, without making a sound.

She doesn't know how the secret agreement was leaked, nor does she know how the itinerary of Mr. Liu and Mrs. Liu was leaked. What can she say? What should she say?

Together with a slight curve of the corner of his mouth, he said gently, "It's just a moment, let's go." He reached out and held hers. His hand, along with hers, was dry and warm, driving away the coldness lingering on her fingertips. Tang Ninghui felt that if life could be as peaceful as this, she would no longer ask for anything else.

This is not a dream, this is a torture chamber, various torture tools sway coldly in front of the eyes.