Chapter 0554: The Charming Teacher Wang

Zhao Fusheng stood there, watching Li Bo and Sun Qingfeng chat, smiling without speaking, his expression very calm.

No one knew that at this moment, a huge storm was raging in his heart.

Zhao Fusheng had known about Li Bo in his previous life. Although this guy appeared to be a proper gentleman on the surface, he was actually not a good person. Among the female teachers at the school, if any had a bit of charm, he always liked to chat with them, pretending to care about his subordinates, but in reality, he would take advantage of them.

Sun Qingfeng, on the other hand, belonged to the young and aggressive faction in the school. He was a university graduate with credentials and ability, always thinking about climbing up the ladder. Most importantly, he also had a beautiful wife who worked as a teacher at the same school.

In life, many things are like fish and bear's paw—you cannot have both.

Li Bo exchanged a few words with Sun Qingfeng and then turned and left. Sun Qingfeng greeted Director Wang, glanced at Zhao Fusheng and the others' letters of introduction, and then led them out of the teaching affairs office.

"Hu Xia and Li Xuening, you two will follow Teacher An Xiumei." Taking Hu Xia and Li Xuening to the biology group office, Sun Qingfeng said to them.

"Teacher An, these are two interns from Ninghai Normal University. You'll be in charge of guiding them." Sun Qingfeng said to a female teacher in her thirties who wore glasses.

"Hello, Teacher An."

"Hello."

After an exchange of pleasantries, Sun Qingfeng left Hu Xia and Li Xuening there to familiarize themselves with the environment, and then took Zhao Fusheng away.

"Xiao Zhao, you look a bit familiar." Sun Qingfeng, walking ahead, suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng behind him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled faintly: "Director Sun, your family lives in Yanjiang Village, right?"

"Huh?" Sun Qingfeng was taken aback, then stopped walking and turned to look at Zhao Fusheng: "How do you know?"

Zhao Fusheng blinked: "My grandfather's name is Zhao Aiguo."

"Oh, Old Zhao is your grandfather!" Sun Qingfeng said with considerable surprise.

Although Yanjiang Village was located on the outskirts of Ninghai, it was actually just a slightly larger village. However, because it was the seat of the township government and the closest to the city among all the villages in the township, it was relatively more prosperous. As a native of Yanjiang Village, Sun Qingfeng's home and Zhao Fusheng's grandfather's house happened to be on the same lane, front and back.

Simply put, standing in Sun Qingfeng's house, one could see the kitchen of Zhao Fusheng's grandfather's house.

With this neighborly connection, the previous unfamiliarity between the two of them diminished considerably.

"Since that's the case, are you not going to stay here at the school? Will you go back to your grandfather's place?" Sun Qingfeng asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment, then shook his head: "No, I'd better stay here. Otherwise, if my grandfather drinks too much and scolds me, what then?"

Sun Qingfeng laughed upon hearing this.

As a neighbor of many years, he knew Old Zhao's temper all too well. Usually, he was fine, but once he had too much to drink, he became a powder keg ready to explode, and he would curse at anything he found displeasing. Even the village head and the party branch secretary had been scolded by him several times. After all, he was an old military dependant who had rendered meritorious service. It was said that even if he went to the district office, the leaders of the armed forces department had to receive him properly, so no one could do anything about him.

"Alright then, do you want me to take you back after work?" Sun Qingfeng asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Don't trouble yourself. After school, I still have to go back to the dormitory with my classmates to pack things. Does our school have dormitories?"

"Yes, the conditions are a bit lacking, but still acceptable. There aren't many interns this time—only three of you in total. I'll have the logistics department arrange things later."

Sun Qingfeng's attitude toward Zhao Fusheng was quite good. Zhao Fusheng knew that this was just how he was—adept at socializing, smooth and diplomatic, never offending anyone, nor easily leaving a bad impression.

Even with interns like himself, Sun Qingfeng treated them politely, unwilling to leave any handle for criticism.

As the two were talking, a woman in a dress approached. Seeing Sun Qingfeng and Zhao Fusheng together, she asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Ah, I'm seeing off some interns," Sun Qingfeng said with a smile. "By the way, this is Zhao Fusheng, the grandson of Old Zhao from the back courtyard. He's studying at Ninghai Normal University and will be interning at our school this time."

As he spoke, he introduced her to Zhao Fusheng: "This is my wife, Wang Xiaorong, a Chinese teacher at our school."

"Hello, Teacher Wang."

Though not surprised at all, Zhao Fusheng still greeted Wang Xiaorong politely.

"Ah, hello. Come over for a meal sometime," Wang Xiaorong said to Zhao Fusheng with a smile.

She was quite tall, about 1.68 meters, with shoulder-length hair, an oval face, and bright eyes. Her figure was excellent—slim yet curvaceous, with beautiful features and eyes so clear and bright that one glance seemed to pierce into one's heart, leaving a tingling sensation.

Her neck glowed like white jade, exuding an alluring sheen. Her chest was firm, forming two round, pointed mounds under the thin white blouse, like two graceful peaks. Her waist was slender and supple, naturally flowing into a perfect hip line, and her pert buttocks, wrapped in tight leggings, were especially enticing.

As he recalled, Wang Xiaorong and Sun Qingfeng had been classmates at the teachers' college. Back then, she had many suitors, but in the end, she chose the more ambitious Sun Qingfeng.

"Thank you, Teacher Wang," Zhao Fusheng said with a polite smile.

Just then, the pager at Sun Qingfeng's waist beeped. He glanced at the number, frowned slightly, and said to Zhao Fusheng, "You two chat for a bit. I need to make a phone call."

As he was about to leave, Zhao Fusheng pulled out his own mobile phone and handed it to Sun Qingfeng, saying, "Use this, Teacher Sun."

Hmm?

Sun Qingfeng and Wang Xiaorong were both startled, staring in surprise at the phone in Zhao Fusheng's hand.

"This must cost several thousand, right?" Wang Xiaorong remarked.

For teachers like them with modest salaries, a mobile phone was undoubtedly a luxury.

Zhao Fusheng smiled without speaking, but handed the phone to Sun Qingfeng.

Sun Qingfeng didn't stand on ceremony either. He took the phone and walked off to make his call.

"Thank you," Wang Xiaorong said to Zhao Fusheng after a moment of awkward silence between them.

Zhao Fusheng gently shook his head: "No need to be polite."

Even as he spoke, his gaze did not fall on Wang Xiaorong but looked elsewhere.

There was no help for it—today Wang Xiaorong was wearing a silk dress that clung softly and tightly to her slender figure, accentuating every curve. Her two plump buttocks were faintly visible, occasionally revealing the cleft between them, with perfect arcs and enticing lines.

As the hem of her skirt fluttered, she seemed even more charming and seductive.

With such an outfit, Zhao Fusheng really didn't dare to look...