Mr.President, Let's Get a Divorce
Chapter 177 - 181 A seventeen-year-old girl, not simple

Chapter 177: 181 A seventeen-year-old girl, not simple

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The inquisitive voice came from outside the office door.

Wen Nian and Qu Yu almost simultaneously looked up at the tightly closed door of the President’s Office.

Qu Yu immediately opened the door and stepped out, only to see Song Xiangqiao standing not far from the office, dressed in her neatly tailored, petite black suit, wearing a pair of leather shoes, and holding a briefcase in her hand.

Secretary Wang from the secretarial office was questioning her.

"Chief Secretary Qu."

Song Xiangqiao hadn’t answered Secretary Wang’s question yet when she saw Qu Yu coming out of the President’s Office. She hurriedly called out to him.

Upon hearing her, Secretary Wang looked toward Qu Yu, noting the girl’s familiar manner with Chief Secretary Qu Yu. The intensity of her questioning immediately eased,

"Secretary General, I didn’t know which department this young lady was from, she looked very unfamiliar to me..."

"This is Song Xiangqiao, who was specially recruited for an internship at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs by Assistant Secretary Miu; she works at one of the branches."

Qu Yu stepped forward to explain on behalf of Song Xiangqiao.

Once Secretary Wang heard the explanation, she realized that this girl named Song Xiangqiao must have an impressive background. She nodded slightly and greeted Song Xiangqiao.

Song Xiangqiao hurriedly replied,

"Secretary Wang Lin, I know you."

Wang Lin was taken aback for a moment, then looked again at the young girl, who was gentle and charming, confident and graceful in her speech, and had sparkling eyes...

"During the first half of the year, when Mr. President was running for election, I often saw you accompanying him."

"You... how old are you?"

"I am seventeen this year."

"You are Assistant Secretary Miu’s..."

"He is my uncle."

Wang Lin acknowledged with a sound, no wonder...

"Assistant Secretary Miu just asked me to intern and do some miscellaneous work at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. I’m not privy to the actual work of the Ministry, so don’t worry, Sister Wang Lin. Assistant Secretary Miu won’t abuse his position for personal gain. Every quarter, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs recruits some outstanding college students for internships to do miscellaneous tasks, and I’m the same as everyone else, just here to help out."

Wang Lin looked at Song Xiangqiao and, based on her experience in assessing people, felt that the girl was quite astute and clever—she was no simple character.

"If you are interning at a branch, how did you end up at the President Mansion? And how did you get in?"

Song Xiangqiao quickly took out a letter from her briefcase and handed it to Wang Lin,

"Sister Wang Lin, this is a situation report from Chief Secretary Zihan from the branch. There is an urgent document here that needs to be delivered directly to Mr. President. However, the Chief Secretary received a sudden travel assignment, so she asked me to deliver the document to the President Mansion right away."

Song Xiangqiao explained calmly. She looked at Qu Yu,

"Chief Secretary Zihan said she sent you an email."

Qu Yu recalled the email from Zihan that had just popped up in his inbox, but he hadn’t had time to look at it yet.

"Secretary Wang, leave this with me, you can get back to your work."

"Sure."

After Wang Lin left, Song Xiangqiao gave Qu Yu a playful smile and whispered, "Brother Qu Yu, thank you."

"I haven’t helped you with anything, haha, give me the document."

"But Chief Secretary Zihan asked me to deliver it personally to Mr. President..." Song Xiangqiao hesitated.

"She asked you to deliver it to the President’s Office."

"Isn’t that the same as..."

"Miss Song, you are smart as a whip, so let’s not play word games with me."

Qu Yu gently laughed,

"Give it to me. The President is very busy, he might not have time to meet you."

"Brother Qu Yu... what are you saying..."

After handing over the document to Qu Yu, Song Xiangqiao turned and walked away hastily.

The thoughts that Qu Yu had exposed were indeed...

Qu Yu watched Song Xiangqiao’s retreating figure, and shook his head lightly...