MWC – Chapter 108 Qualified Secretary

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At the cashier, Han Annie was saying something to the cashier, who looked troubled and kept shaking his head.

In Han Annie’s hand was a very delicate jade pendant, green and glowing.

From a distance, Lu Ming saw this and didn’t walk over. Instead, he returned to his table. Wang Xiaohu followed him in surprise, and Lu Ming motioned, “Go borrow some money from Datou for Xiao Han.” He himself had gradually stopped carrying cash.

Datou and a few members of the action team were sitting in another corner, and Datou had just called the waiter to settle the bill.

“Okay…” Wang Xiaohu scratched his head, thinking that this would make Prosecutor Han think he was stingy and reluctant to lend her money. However, as long as he could help her out, that was fine.

…

As the three of them left the restaurant, they crossed the brightly lit road toward the Husky Inn.

“I saw it. You told Xiaohu to lend me money, didn’t you?” Han Annie, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. “You even went back to your seat to pretend you didn’t know I was trying to pawn something to pay the bill to protect my dignity?”

Lu Ming was taken aback and then remembered the determined look she had when they first met. It seemed perfectly normal for her to observe her surroundings and notice that he had left and returned to his seat.

“Originally, I thought you looked a lot like someone I used to know, but now…”

Lu Ming waved his hand, “Maybe I am that person! Maybe I knew you even earlier!”

Xiaohu, already trailing a couple of steps behind, moved further aside and said, “Bro, I’ll go to Old East Bridge! I’ll take these things to Old Li and the others!” He shook the large paper bag of leftovers in his hand.

Han Annie stopped and stared at Lu Ming.

Lu Ming smiled and looked at her shoes. “Are your shoes uncomfortable? Female prosecutors are rare, and newly made shoes don’t seem to be of good quality. The size seems off, cutting into your heels?”

From the way Han Annie walked, it looked like her shoes were rubbing her heels—something he had experienced in his childhood.

“Come on, I’ll carry you!” Lu Ming moved in front of her and made as if to squat down.

He felt that Han Annie had changed a lot since Wuan, as if she had experienced significant setbacks, which made him feel pity for her.

“Ah… no need…” Han Annie backed away, looking at Lu Ming with a complex expression, probably thinking she had encountered a madman.

“Alright…” Lu Ming smiled awkwardly. After all, they were just across the street from the Husky Inn.

…

A dozen minutes later, Lu Ming knocked on Han Annie’s door.

Han Annie was staying in a single room, not a suite like Lu Ming’s Room 302, but a double standard room. One of the beds had her suitcase on it, showing that she had only just settled down and had started unpacking her luggage.

She hadn’t changed clothes yet, but her shoes were already off, evidently kicked off. The two small brown leather shoes lay crookedly under the curtain tassels.

Although puzzled about Lu Ming’s purpose for visiting so late, Han Annie still invited him to sit.

The room was small, with a little tea table by the bed and two bamboo chairs.

“No need to fuss, you sit too!” Lu Ming gestured for Han Annie to sit in the other bamboo chair.

“This, put it on. It’s very useful!” Lu Ming held a bunch of band-aids.

These had been invented over twenty years ago but had only become widely available in recent years. Now they were common in Donghai, with the Husky Inn stocking them for guests.

“Come, sit properly. I’ll show you how to use it.” Lu Ming remembered never seeing these in the north.

“Sir, please behave!” Seeing Lu Ming bend down to grab her foot, Han Annie was stunned and immediately stood up, taking a few steps back.

Lu Ming shook his head, tore open one of the band-aid packets, and stuck it on his arm. “See, like this.” He stood up, “Do it yourself. I’m leaving now!” He walked out and closed the door behind him.

Looking at the dozen band-aids on the table, Han Annie’s expression became even more complicated.

…

The next morning, Han Annie brought breakfast to Lu Ming early.

Seeing her walking, Lu Ming smiled, “Wearing the band-aids? Much more comfortable, right?”

Han Annie hesitated, then gently nodded, “Thank you.”

Without needing further instruction from Lu Ming, she went to find a small table and placed it in the hallway, using a screen to separate the corridor and the inner room, creating a very simple secretary’s office.

Members from various groups came to deliver documents and files from the High Prosecutor’s Office, which she sorted and then passed on to Lu Ming.

By mid-morning, everything was organized neatly.

Lu Ming spent most of his time writing scripts. Of course, he was only drafting frameworks, planning to have suitable screenwriters further develop and refine them.

Lu Ming aimed to complete this task by noon, creating frameworks for twelve scripts.

As for the cases, although there were many leads, they were still in the preliminary stages. Each group was conducting initial investigations.

In the afternoon, he had meetings with several new business partners and a brief visit to the office to provide guidance to a few apprentices.

In the evening, he would review information brought by Old Ghost about some White Rose Movement in Donghai.

Old Ghost wasn’t all-knowing, but in his world, there were always some rumors, especially if celebrities had potential connections to radical groups.

Today would be a late night.

Tomorrow was also packed. First, he needed to visit the court to check on the execution of the Katsura Ayaka case.

Judge Christine, concerned about his recent attack, had called and asked him to come by. She mentioned that Li Guan wanted to see him.

However, Lu Ming suspected that Christine, his apologetic acquaintance, was also worried about him.

Sometimes, Lu Ming even felt that Judge Christine had a bit of a maternal or older sisterly vibe, albeit a playful one.

Tomorrow at noon, he planned to go home for lunch to avoid disappointing Hanzhu by being absent. Of course, he also missed her.

Moreover, since tomorrow was a day off, his little girl, Bess, would be home. He needed to discipline her a bit, enjoying the role of a stern father.

Although often, the stern father turned into a co-conspirator in spoiling the little girl.

In the afternoon, he would gather the group leaders for a meeting. Those who hadn’t found critical clues would need some pressure.

Additionally, if time permitted, he would meet with the people from the Depeng Party. Wei Baozeng had called several times to check on him, expressing interest in meeting and noting that party members were concerned about him.

They might also urge him to make preparations to stake a claim in District 49.

The day after tomorrow and the following days…

His schedule was completely full.

Time always seemed insufficient.

The “secretary’s office” phone suddenly rang. Han Annie answered and, after a few words, turned and raised her voice slightly, “Sir, a lady named Mary Zion is on the line.”

Lu Ming nodded, “Put her through.”

“It seems now you have to go through several checks to reach you. Datou said you weren’t around,” Mary’s voice came through the receiver.

Lu Ming smiled. Datou and the action team members had sealed off the entire top three floors. They didn’t need to be around him, as they were effectively acting as his bodyguards under the guise of military liaisons.

“Sir Wenge wants to have lunch with you today. I’ll be joining him. Bring a female companion to keep it casual, not too formal.”

“Lunch, huh?” Lu Ming glanced at the wall clock. It was already past eleven, and getting to the city would take over an hour.

“It’s a good opportunity. At one o’clock, at our navy’s own restaurant. You can make it.”

Lu Ming nodded, “Alright.”

After hanging up, Lu Ming looked at Han Annie and said, “She’s a senior advisor for the Coast Guard, holding the rank of major.”

As a secretary, she was very diligent, having gathered information about his social circle and memorized important contacts. But his network was extensive, and even people like Mary were unknown to her.

Seeing Han Annie immediately jotting this down in her notebook, Lu Ming added, “I’m going out for lunch now and won’t be back this afternoon. Note any important matters.”

Han Annie nodded lightly.

When Lu Ming walked by her, he couldn’t help but ask, “Han Annie, after I won the case and left Wuan, what happened to you? Why do you always look so worried?”