I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 160 Stop teasing me, or I will block you! (2)_1

Chapter 160: Chapter 160 Stop teasing me, or I will block you! (2)_1

On the other end of the call, Gao Lin was silenced by this sentence all of a sudden.

"Miss Gao, I mean no harm. I’m just speaking off the top of my head. Please don’t overthink it. Maybe Xia Wan’an truly is connected to our high-level executives. Director Gu is probably giving her special treatment to respect his leader, not like those other men who are afraid of their proper girlfriends finding out about their side affairs, using it as an excuse..."

Gao Lin, who had been silent for quite a while, finally spoke up again, "Miss Song, could I please ask you to do me a favor?"

"What favor? Go ahead."

"Could you keep an eye on Azhi and that little wretch for me, and let me know if anything arises?"

"That...," Ai Jiang hesitated, looking very distressed.

"I won’t let you do this for nothing. When I went to Chanel today, I saw the latest limited edition crocodile skin handbag which is a runway model. I will gift it to you, will you help me please?"

"No, Miss Gao, I don’t want things. I just don’t feel right doing this..."

"Rest assured, I will not throw you under the bus. If you feel that the handbag is not enough, I can give you Dior, give you GUCCI, whatever you want, Miss Song, will you help me, please?"

Beseeching Ai Jiang, showing the look of being asked a helpless favor, eventually agreed, "Alright."

...

In the afternoon, Ai Jiang sent Gao Lin several text messages.

"At two-thirty, Xia Wan’an entered Director Gu’s office, and they stayed there for half an hour."

"At three o’clock, Director Gu went to the bathroom, Xia Wan’an also went to the bathroom, the two of them chatted and laughed at the bathroom door for a good while."

"..."

At four o’clock in the afternoon, Ai Jiang received a local flash delivery.

When she went downstairs to sign, she saw the recipient’s name was Song Youman.

She signed Song Youman’s name without hesitation, then carried the box back to the top floor by elevator and went to the bathroom.

She hid in a cubicle, opened the delivery, and saw the latest Chanel bag.

She knew this was from Gao Lin.

She touched the bag with her fingertips, but the corners of her lips curled up.

She’d seen plenty of girls like Gao Lin, who think the world of themselves due to their privileged backgrounds, act superior to everyone, are quick to anger, and whose IQ isn’t exactly the highest. For her, they are the perfect tools to manipulate!

...

After lunch, Xia Wan’an, who had a nap on the desk for an hour, woke up, wiped a little drool from the corner of her mouth, lifted her head and turned on her computer. She saw a WeChat message that Zhang Te’s assistant had sent to her.

"Madam, General Han asked me to ask you what you want for dinner tonight?"

Xia Wan’an: "..." Was Han Jingnian addicted to being a kept man?!

Barely holding back the urge to reply with "Eat crap", she replied, "Tell your boss, there’s no dinner tonight, Thursday is the dinner gathering day for my department, I’m eating dinner with my colleagues."

It wasn’t until four o’clock in the afternoon that Zhang Te’s assistant replied, "Alright, madam."

Alright? The one eating dinner wasn’t Zhang Te’s assistant, so why did he sound so resigned?

Xia Wan’an mutters to herself for a moment before getting back to work.

Soon after, a message notification from her WeChat dinged again, casually opening it revealed it was from "Allure Love" who had sent a picture.

Zooming in at the picture, Xia Wan’an read nine names.

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