Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 179 You are my man, your woman is not me

"Mom, you are at home." Wang Zijun opened the door and entered the house. He was surprised to find that his mother was sitting in the living room reading a book. His heart was full of sadness, but he immediately changed to a smile.

"Your dad is also at home. Son, you are finally back." Zhao Aixue gently closed the book and said to Wang Zijun with a smile.

Dad is also at home? Wang Zijun was surprised. At this moment, Wang Guangrong, dressed in casual clothes, walked out of the study.

"Dad, why didn't you go to work?" The years have passed, and governments at all levels have become busier with official duties. As the deputy secretary-general of the Provincial Party Committee, Wang Guangrong should be too busy at the moment. How can he stay here with nothing to do?

What about home? Could it be that something happened at home?

"I have a day off today." Wang Guangrong waved his hand gently and sat down on the sofa. Now Wang Guangrong is becoming more and more leader-like, and there is a kind of indifference in every move he makes.

"Well, I'm very honored to have the secretary-general accompany me and my mother for dinner!" Wang Zijun hugged his mother's shoulders, and then made a cup of hot tea for each of his parents, next to his mother.

Sat down.

Taking the teacup handed over by Wang Zijun, Wang Guangrong took a sip and said: "Son, your grandfather and I were originally worried that you would be left out for a while in Lubei County, but we didn't expect you to find a breakthrough so quickly.

I have integrated myself into the political system of Lubei County, um, not bad."

Although he was reborn, Wang Zijun was still a little happy to hear his father's praise. In his previous life, father and son rarely communicated with each other, and such face-to-face praises had almost never happened.

Wang Zijun smiled softly and was about to be modest. Suddenly something seemed to occur to him. As his face changed, he made a decision in his heart: Let's show off his cards while dad is in a good mood.

"Dad, speaking of it, this is not only my own contribution, but also..."

"And it's Xiao Qin's contribution, right?" Wang Guangrong smiled and looked at his son who was eager to defend himself, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes. He was determined to make the right decision. This is a quality that a superior person must have. Although this truth is not true.

I understand very well that many times he is a giant in words and a dwarf in action. But my son, although young, has done it. Not only can he make decisive decisions, but he can also afford to take things down.

Now that the matter has been settled, Wang Zijun's heart has become calmer. Looking at his father with a smile on his face, Wang Zijun smiled lightly and said sincerely: "Dad, you are worthy of being the steward of the provincial party committee.

If you take good care of everything, even if I make some trouble, it won't escape your eyes."

Wang Guangrong was even more surprised by the calm and composed Wang Zijun. No wonder the old man proudly said to himself a few days ago that Zijun is not like his father, but his personality is like his grandfather.

"I am not the chief steward of the Provincial Party Committee. I am only the second steward at most. Zijun, please don't say something nonsense." Even though he was at home, Wang Guangrong still behaved very rigorously.

"It's only a matter of time." Wang Zijun smiled softly and didn't give Wang Guangrong anything to argue with.

"You kid!" Although the flatterer was his own son, this kind of flattery still made Wang Guangrong feel comfortable. Looking at his calm son, Wang Guangrong pondered for a moment and said: "To be honest, what happened between you and Xiao Qin

, or your grandfather told me."

Wang Zijun nodded. It is impossible for grandpa and dad to know everything about dealing with Song Tiegang.

"Your grandpa said that he would take you to the capital during the Chinese New Year." Wang Guangrong originally thought about a lot of things, but now, he suddenly felt that the set of things he prepared was simply childish in front of his son.

, it is better to say it directly.

Wang Guangrong didn't say what he was going to do in the capital. He knew that with his son's cleverness, he would be able to guess it. With his grandfather's contacts back then, he had many old friends in the capital. The intention of bringing him to the capital during the Spring Festival seemed obvious.

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"I still have some things to deal with during the Chinese New Year. Dad, why don't you let Zihua go?" Wang Zijun raised his head gently, with a hint of persistence in his eyes.

Wang Guangrong's face suddenly changed! Originally, he should have been furious when his son refused such an arrangement, but at this time, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. He didn't know whether he should be happy or disappointed with his son's rejection.

As a man, you should be affectionate and righteous. This was his son's euphemistic explanation. Thinking about the education his son had given him when he was a child, Wang Guangrong suddenly felt that his education to his son was actually very successful.

Isn't this what he wants from his son, to see benefits but never forget his loyalty? However, when he thought of the solemn look on the old man's face, Wang Guangrong's expression also became serious.

"Your grandpa said, Zihua can't do it." Wang Guangrong's eyes were as bright as lightning, he looked directly at his son and said every word. After all, his son has grown up and matured, and is no longer the bookish son he used to be.

When Wang Guangrong realized this, he suddenly felt confused. He didn't know whether this conversation would have an ideal result.

In the memory of Wang Zijun's previous life, the old man had never interfered with his marriage, and the partner of Wang Zihua was just the daughter of a municipal party committee secretary. What happened now? The old man insisted on taking him there.

Kyory?!

It's because he behaved too well. It seems that the big tree attracts the wind. Wang Zijun silently lit a cigarette, only to feel bitter in his mouth.

"What if I insist on not going?" Wang Zijun flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand and asked lightly.

Wang Guangrong faced the smoking Wang Zijun without saying anything. Six months of experience as deputy secretary-general of the Provincial Party Committee had gradually made him lose his scholarly spirit. Looking at his mature, wise, shrewd and capable son, he felt that he was facing

This is not a son who has not yet married, but a man with deep thoughts. He needs to talk to this man on an equal footing!

"You should know ***'s character. Son, although I have to admit that you are more capable than me, but you are still too young to compete with the old man!" Wang Guangrong was helpless, even though he was doing ideological work.

He, but the real two parties fighting were the old man and his grandson, and he himself was just a messenger.

Wang Zijun took a puff of his cigarette and said nothing. Naturally, Wang Zijun knew the old man's experience. A man who came off the battlefield was not only stubborn, but also decisive and fierce.

"Maybe you think you are no worse than your grandpa when it comes to means, but when it comes to other things, you are far behind. Son, if your grandpa wants that Xiao Qin to marry, it will be done soon. You said

Right?" Wang Guangrong took a sip of tea and said bluntly.

Yes, Wang Zijun thinks that he is also a thoughtful person, but compared with the old man, he is still inferior. Even if he persists to the end, what about Qin Hongjin? Wang Zijun, who has experienced two lives, knows better than most people that this

There are a lot of helplessness in the world. People who love each other may not become husband and wife, and those who become husband and wife may not necessarily love each other deeply.

"I can persist." Wang Zijun raised his head, tears seemed to flash in his eyes.

Wang Guangrong naturally understood the meaning of this sentence. Seeing that his son was moved, he turned around and said: "What I mean is that I just want you not to marry this girl. As for the rest, he doesn't care about it, so why bother?"

What if both sides suffer?"

Why bother to make both sides suffer? This sentence made Wang Zijun's heart tremble. It would be unfair to Qin Hongjin not to get married. However, if the family can promise that the two of them can still be together, they have to

Admit it, this is a good choice.

"Whether you want to get married or not is just a formality. Whichever one is better for you is the most important." Wang Guangrong looked at Wang Zijun's expression changing unpredictably, and knew that there seemed to be room for action in this ideological work.

"Yes." Wang Zijun nodded heavily without saying a word. He had to admit that he had already accepted his father's words. Although Qin Hongjin was a little aggrieved, this was almost the best result.

Having experienced a lifetime, Wang Zijun knows the magic of power, which can make many unimaginable things become natural, and the person who made this decision is a person who has this kind of power.

A deep sense of powerlessness arose in Wang Zijun's heart, but along with this feeling of powerlessness, a fighting spirit arose in Wang Zijun's heart. The reason why his fate is now controlled by the old man is simply because

He is still far behind. One day, he will stand at another height, a height that people have to look up to see, and control the fate of himself and the people he cares about.

Zhao Aixue had been busy in the kitchen while Wang Guangrong was talking to Wang Zijun. Although her hands were not stopping, her ears were carefully paying attention to the two people in the living room.

After hearing no sound for a while, Zhao Aixue became a little panicked. Unable to hold on any longer, she walked out of the kitchen and saw two men, one large and one small, sitting side by side in the living room.

Wang Zijun is smoking, and Wang Guangrong is also smoking.

"Old Wang, if you have something to say, please tell me. My son has just come back." Zhao Aixue glanced at Wang Zijun pitifully and said with a bit of reluctance. Regarding Wang Zijun's marriage, she, as a mother, was actually the most worried about it.

.As for Qin Hongjin, whom her son was thinking about, she secretly met the girl and was quite satisfied. However, the matter got stuck with the old man.

The old man wanted to bring Wang Zijun to Beijing, which was the most embarrassing thing for Zhao Aixue. After being married to the Wang family for so many years, she knew the old man's character very well: he didn't like to ask for help in everything. Unexpectedly, for this grandson, this

The old man actually made an exception.

When she first heard about the old man's arrangement, Aunt Wang Zijun's envious and jealous expression made her feel very comfortable. However, now that her son was not having an easy time, this superior pleasure was gone again.

"Mom, I'm hungry." Seeing his mother's unbearable look, Wang Zijun suddenly smiled and said loudly to Zhao Aixue.

"Are you hungry? It's okay if you're hungry. Just wait, son. Mom will cook it for you soon!" Zhao Aixue was quite relieved to see her son who had returned to normal, and trotted into the kitchen.

Wang Guangrong looked at Wang Zijun who had returned to normal again, and nodded secretly. No wonder the old man valued his grandson so much. This calm and calm demeanor alone was not what a person of his age could possess.

Wang Zijun devoured the egg noodles served by his mother. The noodles were carefully made by Zhao Aixue. Wang Zijun ate heartily. The despair and grievance in his heart surged into his eyes. Wang Zijun was unaware of it and let it fall.

Big tears flowed into the bowl.

After eating a bowl full of egg noodles, Wang Zijun let out a big burp, picked up his chopsticks and tapped his rice bowl, and pretended to sing: "My favorite shoes are the mille-feuille soles from my mother. My favorite food is

My rice is my mother’s fried green onion noodles..."

Zhao Aixue looked at her son who was singing and laughing, her nose felt a little sore, and her instinctive desire to lick the baby took over. She really wanted to tell her son, you can do whatever you want, but in the end, a trace of reason prevailed. This matter

She can't make the decision.

"Let's go to your grandpa's place." Wang Guangrong gently patted his son's shoulder and stood up from the sofa.

Wang Zijun nodded and left the house with Wang Guangrong and his wife.

The Provincial Party Committee Family Courtyard was still heavily guarded. After passing two sentries, Wang Zijun's family of three arrived at the old man's small courtyard.

Looking at the ajar door of the small courtyard, Wang Zijun's mood suddenly became calmer. He pushed open the heavy door. Wang Zijun knew that the conversation that would determine the direction of his relationship was about to begin.

In winter, the small courtyard looks a little lonely. In summer, the small courtyard is covered with green ivy and grape vines. At this time, only the rhizomes like horned dragons are left. Occasionally, one or two yellow leaves blow in the cold wind.

It seemed even more desolate.

Looking at the small courtyard in the harsh winter, Wang Zijun's heart became more and more peaceful. The severe winter was nothing more than this. But just when this thought arose in his mind, his eyes inadvertently turned to the side.

Scanning, a figure wearing a light red coat was looking towards him.

Autumn water is the eyes, and the eyebrows are picturesque.

"Plop." Just as Wang Zijun stared blankly at the man, the woman in red suddenly smiled: "Fool, what are you looking at?"

The words of the woman in red instantly woke up Wang Zijun. Seeing that there was a small hoe in his hand that did not match the woman's dress, a feeling of joy suddenly rose from Wang Zijun's heart.

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Wang Zijun looked at the man, as if he was in a daze. The noon sun was still shining straight down, stinging his eyes and making him unable to see anything because of the white flowers in front of him, but he resisted and did not close his eyes.

His mind was in chaos, and he couldn't recover for a while: "You, you... why are you here?"

"Why can't I come here? This is a secret..." Qin Hongjin watched the beloved man become dull, and a torrent of bitterness and joy suddenly rolled through his heart, which was both sweet and sad. In this life, he can't

Marrying and having children with this beloved man again was out of reach, but she was still very moved to see such a deeply loved man so devastated for her. All the grievances and all the sacrifices were gone.

Worth it!