Stunning Dragon Wife
Chapter 505 - 504: Brazen

Chapter 505: Chapter 504: Brazen

Zhao Qiumei was thirty-eight today, divorced, but childless. She kept herself in good shape with firm skin and an alluring charm, unknowingly the object of desire for countless male colleagues in the hospital.

"Dean Zhao?"

Zhang Xiaoshan was taken aback, as he seemingly had no interaction with her before.

"Is there something you need?"

Zhang Xiaoshan was puzzled by her sudden interception.

Zhao Qiumei spoke with an elegance that matched her temperament, reminiscent of an orchid.

She looked at Zhang Xiaoshan and said with a smile,

"Someone wants to meet you."

"Meet me? Who is it, and why won’t they come find me themselves?"

"Hehe, the person’s identity is a bit special, and it’s inconvenient for them to come directly to you. They’re waiting in my office, don’t worry, they mean you no harm."

"Ah?"

Zhang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment.

Who could it be, being so secretive?

And to even have the hospital’s dean relay messages.

Their status mustn’t be low, huh?

Well, if it’s trouble, there’s no avoiding it.

"Alright then."

He nodded his head.

"Youyou, wait for me in the car; I’ll be right back."

"Ah, Little Shan brother, I’m a bit scared."

Sun Youyou clung to Zhang Xiaoshan’s arm without letting go, eyeing Zhao Qiumei warily.

She thought to herself, Little Shan brother seemed to have a thing for older women; could this female dean become her new rival in love?

But Zhao Qiumei clearly misunderstood.

"Hehe, little girl, don’t worry. Nobody will trouble your Little Shan brother. Doctor Zhang, let’s go."

Zhang Xiaoshan nodded and followed Zhao Qiumei,

and they quickly reached the top floor of the administration building, stopping at the entrance to the dean’s office.

"The person is inside waiting; go ahead."

Zhao Qiumei still had some baby fat, her cheeks dimpling into small smiles as she spoke.

She looked rather pretty.

Zhang Xiaoshan stared blankly for a moment.

"What are you staring at me for?"

"You look pretty."

Zhang Xiaoshan blurted out without thinking.

"Ah?"

"Dr. Zhang, you must be joking,"

Instantly, Zhao Qiumei’s face turned red, and she hung her head low.

Zhang Xiaoshan then came to his senses.

"Well, then, I’m going in."

Feeling extremely awkward, he hurriedly walked into the office.

"This kid, daring to flirt with me."

Zhao Qiumei muttered under her breath at the door. In the hospital, she knew many were eyeing her, but at most they just peeked; someone as bold as Zhang Xiaoshan was unprecedented.

However, she wasn’t angry but rather somewhat proud and flattered.

Bing looked at by a young talent like Zhang Xiaoshan was a form of recognition for a woman of her age.

Upon entering the office, he found it was a suite.

The front was a simple reception area, empty of any people.

"Come in."

A stern, authoritative voice echoed from the suite.

Zhang Xiaoshan paused for a moment.

Why did this voice sound so familiar?

He drew back the curtain and walked in.

As soon as he entered, he was stunned.

The room was a lounge.

There was a large bed, a wardrobe, and an en-suite bathroom with the door open, revealing personal items—it seemed Zhao Qiumei stayed here long-term.

But, this wasn’t the focal point.

The focal point was the person inside.

A man in a gray suit, with a square face, exuding an imposing air, was sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony smoking a cigarette.

Tang Guoming?

Damn!

Why is it him?

Zhang Xiaoshan was flabbergasted.

He could never have dreamed that the person looking for him would be Tang Guoming.

And what was Tang Guoming doing in Zhao Qiumei’s place?

A superior-subordinate relationship, yes, but this was Zhao Qiumei’s private residence.

Why was Tang Guoming looking so casual?

Oh my, could it be the two of them?

Zhang Xiaoshan was shocked by the possibility.

Before he could recover from his shock, Tang Guoming had already put out his cigarette and walked briskly towards Zhang Xiaoshan.

"Doctor Zhang, thank you for your efforts in solving a tricky problem for us. It would have been troublesome if someone had died."

He grasped Zhang Xiaoshan’s hand with a friendly demeanor.

Zhang Xiaoshan was baffled.

Just yesterday, Tang Guoming had been utterly domineering, and Zhang Xiaoshan had even talked back to him. Not only did Tang not hold a grudge, but he was also this enthusiastic?

"Hehe, Mr. Tang, you’re the one who’s really busy every day."

Zhang Xiaoshan chuckled, managing a perfunctory response.

"Come, sit down, let’s talk while sitting."

Tang Guoming pulled Zhang Xiaoshan by the hand, and the two sat on rattan chairs across from each other at a small glass tea table.

"Here, have some tea,"

Tang Guoming even set aside his prerogatives and poured tea for Zhang Xiaoshan himself.

This left Zhang Xiaoshan utterly confused.

What exactly was Tang selling in his gourd?