Evening.
It was nearly ten.
At Geng Yuehua's home, Dong Xuebin followed her inside. It was only a few steps away, really—Geng Yuehua and her parents lived upstairs and downstairs from each other.
The door closed.
Geng Yuehua frowned. "What is it?"
Dong Xuebin blinked. "What do you mean, what is it?"
"Didn't you come back because you had something to discuss with me?" Geng Yuehua took off her shoes, sat down on the sofa, and picked up a cup from the table to drink some water.
Dong Xuebin said, "Come on, I just said that. What could I possibly have to discuss? I suddenly missed you, so I came by to see you. And I was a little worried about your illness too, afraid you hadn't recovered but wouldn't tell me. Now that I've seen you, your complexion looks all right, so I'm relieved."
Geng Yuehua looked at him. "Did Xin Ke ask you to arrange his transfer?"
Dong Xuebin sat down beside her. "No. I just thought Xin Ke was pretty good. I was looking for a secretary, and after seeing him today, I thought of him. If he fits, then he gets the job."
But Geng Yuehua said, "Do you need to worry about our family's affairs?"
Dong Xuebin cried, "What are you talking about? It's for my own work. Of course I need to find a secretary I think is suitable. You're always like this—so dull. You think everything has something to do with you. What does transferring your younger brother have to do with you?"
Of course, it had everything to do with her. There were plenty of young, clever candidates for secretary, many of them locals who knew Jiaolin County inside and out. If Dong Xuebin merely said he was recruiting a new secretary,