'What are you thinking about? Your mind's been wandering all day.'
Qi Dong looked slightly uncomfortable.
Secretary Zhao smiled. 'President, don't deny it. I can see right through your little thoughts.'
'Don't talk about me. Your little thoughts are written all over your face too. Don't think I can't tell.'
Qi Dong retorted sourly.
Secretary Zhao's face flushed slightly. She did not argue, only pouted and said to herself:
'The Chairman is so perfect and outstanding. What woman wouldn't fall for him at first sight? I'm a woman too.'
Qi Dong said nothing more. She merely thought of the scene when she had spoken with Ding Ling, her expression slightly dazed.
'That's right. He's so perfect, like a masterpiece created by the Creator. Just looking at him makes you feel happy inside and out. If I could become his girlfriend, how lucky would I be?'
'Exactly. That's why I can't understand what Zhang Siqing was crying about. She looks so valiant and spirited, but who would've thought she'd be so melodramatic? If I could become the Chairman's girlfriend, I'd laugh myself awake in my dreams. How could I possibly cry?'
'Even if the Chairman had ten girlfriends, you still wouldn't cry?'
'...O-of course not.'
Secretary Zhao felt her scalp prickle just imagining that scene, but she still said defiantly:
'A man richer than the Chairman? I've never met one. But I know plenty of men worth only a few hundred million who keep several mistresses outside. As for the women they've directly interacted with, who knows how many there are?'
'But the Chairman? At present, there are only two. That's already very rare. So I wouldn't care about it.'
Crude words, but sound reasoning.
Qi Dong pursed her lips and said no more.
That was how things often were. When