"M-Mayor Zhou, I'm in a difficult situation, and I really have nowhere else to turn. I was wondering if you could help me..."
Although he called her "Sis," Jiang Xinting hardly dared to presume on their honorary sibling relationship now. Besides, she was asking him for a favor, so she spoke with particular caution.
Hearing the tension in her voice, Zhou Yi joked, "Sis, you're being so formal that I'm starting to think you don't see me as your little brother. Here, I'll give you a chance to rephrase that."
Jiang Xinting relaxed a little and hurriedly said, "You're right, that was my mistake. Well, your big sister has run into a problem. It's..."
Ten minutes later, Zhou Yi understood the whole story.
In short, a certain official in Anping City had set his sights on his beautiful honorary sister.
Jiang Xinting was thirty-five that year. Her looks and poise needed no introduction-they had been described before. With willow-leaf brows and cherry lips, she was a pleasure to behold. One glance could leave a man with poor self-control trembling, itching to get his hands on her, to kiss and embrace her all night long.
Wan Hongshan, Anping's deputy municipal party secretary, was one such man.
In all fairness, Wan Hongshan was not the sort of lecher who stopped dead at the sight of any beautiful woman. But Jiang Xinting's mature allure was simply too captivating. Their very first meeting had struck Deputy Secretary Wan to his soul.
Wan Hongshan's wife was a shrew. She was not exactly ugly, but beautiful was certainly not a word anyone would use for her. Wan Hongshan had been handsome in his youth. For the sake of his official career, he had abandoned his childhood sweetheart to become the prized son-in-law of the former Qingyuan