58: I just stepped out and saw my first love again.

Moreover, Liang Yan prided herself on managing culture and tourism, making her a person of considerable standing in Jiangcheng.

She oversaw hundreds of subordinates.

Which of those businessmen involved in culture and tourism wasn't utterly deferential to her?

Controlling them was almost effortless.

Yet, at this moment,

She was completely suppressed by Zhang Yu from behind.

A profound sense of humiliation rose from the depths of her heart.

But, she was utterly incapable of struggling or resisting.

From Zhang Yu's perspective,

Liang Yan held a distinguished status in Jiangcheng, belonging to the elite, always full of a sense of superiority.

She had also invested effort in careful maintenance, so she looked only in her early thirties.

Her skin was fair and firm, without even a hint of flab.

She bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Zeng Li.

She was practically the perfect wife.

So, this wave wasn't a loss at all.

“Knock, knock, knock!”

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

Liang Yan asked.

“Director Liang, I have some work to report. May I come in?”

Outside the door, it was the secretary's voice.

“No, you cannot!” Liang Yan's voice rose by dozens of decibels, her face showing some panic. “I'm busy right now, we'll talk later!”

“Understood!”

The secretary turned and left.

After taking two steps, she frowned, sensing that the movement and atmosphere inside the office were off.

But Liang Yan had explicitly said not to enter.

The secretary didn't have the guts to anyway.

“What did the leader say?”

Several people nearby gathered around.

“She's meeting with an important client; come back later.”

The secretary handed them the report materials.

Those people took the materials and could only turn and leave.

Inside the office.

After a long sigh,

Zhang Yu withdrew.

“What are you doing?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him put away his phone. Liang Yan's face showed surprise.

Her emptied thoughts, her soul that felt like it had shed its shell, suddenly snapped back into place, clear-headed.

“Nothing much, just protecting myself in case you try to get revenge.”

Zhang Yu shook his phone.

He smiled, “As long as you're honest, these are very safe.”

“Big brother, I'm a married woman!” Liang Yan felt like she was about to cry.

Play is play, mischief is mischief, but don't take photos in the office.

“So what?”

Zhang Yu laughed, “When you were threatening me just now, I didn't realize you were someone who valued family?”

“Mr. Zhang.” Liang Yan was genuinely scared this time. “Then what should I do?”

“Didn't I just say, do nothing, and you'll be fine?” Zhang Yu said. “Of course, if a company under my banner gets involved in culture and tourism, I still hope you can be lenient.”

It's possible he might acquire a cultural tourism company someday.

This was essentially giving a heads-up in advance.

His attitude was simple: if you respect me, I won't treat you coldly.

But if you have any ill intentions towards me, I'll be even more ruthless than you.

“Okay, I promise you!” Liang Yan nodded, enduring the humiliation.

“If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving.” Zhang Yu buttoned his pants and walked towards the office door.

As he reached the door, he turned back and added, “You should quickly tidy up the office. So many subordinates visit every day, don't let them see anything.”

Then, he opened the door and left the office.

Liang Yan looked at the messy desk.

She could only swallow her grievances.

It took her a while to reorganize everything... Zhang Yu left the office building.

Stepping outside, he realized he hadn't driven all this time he'd been out today.

Just as he was thinking of hailing a cab back to Binjiang Mansion,

A car window suddenly rolled down.

“Zhang Yu!”

He heard someone call his name and turned to look.

It was Xu Mufie?

“What a coincidence, running into you here.” Zhang Yu smiled.

“It is. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride.” Xu Mufie said.

She was driving a pink Mini, very suitable for women.

“To Binjiang Mansion.”

Zhang Yu directly stated the address, then got into the passenger seat.

“You live in Binjiang Mansion?”

Xu Mufie drove, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

After thinking for a moment, she understood.

“Did your old house get a lot of money from the demolition?”

After she told him his old house was going to be demolished last time, they hadn't been in contact since.

If the demolition money was enough, buying a smaller apartment in Binjiang Mansion and making a down payment would be sufficient.

“No, not yet, the house hasn't been demolished.” Zhang Yu smiled, then changed the subject.

“What about you? What's your situation, coming here?”

“Me?” Xu Mufie sighed. “Don't laugh, but the culture and tourism department owes the bank a sum of money. I came to see Director Liang today, but she said she wasn't seeing guests...”

She had approved and disbursed that money at the time. So, she had to collect it herself.

The bank's leadership had also stated that if this money couldn't be recovered, her job might be at risk.

So, she was very stressed about this, losing her appetite.

“How much money is it, and how long has it been owed?” Zhang Yu asked.

“Sigh...” Xu Mufie sighed. “You're making fun of me. But, I'll figure out a way to solve it myself.”

Firstly, she didn't want to trouble Zhang Yu, her former 'white moonlight'; secondly, he wasn't part of the culture and tourism department, so he couldn't interfere anyway.