Official Career Storm
Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147

In such an atmosphere, if Song Guanchao could still restrain himself, he wouldn’t be a normal man.

His hand on her perky behind squeezed tightly, while the other gripped her slender waist.

Chu Xiao’e was somewhat tipsy, unaware of why she was making such moves.

Although she was used to making decisions on her own for both big and small matters, she was, after all, just a woman.

Especially after having been kidnapped by bandits, she deeply felt the agony of helplessness.

The moment Song Guanchao, like a warrior god, rescued his daughter from the bandits, Chu Xiao’e experienced a sense of security she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Perhaps due to being divorced for so many years, her heart felt empty, needing broad shoulders and a warm embrace.

She let Song Guanchao’s large hands caress her body, over areas that hadn’t been visited by a man in years.

Long-suppressed desires unfurled at that moment.

Her slender waist, her body trembling slightly, her disheveled hair, and the scent of alcohol on her breath intoxicated Song Guanchao.

Chu Xiao’e lay in Song Guanchao’s arms, her face slightly lifted, her glistening red lips captured by Song Guanchao in a deep, passionate kiss.

The night deepened outside the window.

Song Guanchao held her tightly, her white blouse already fully unbuttoned, revealing her voluptuous yet smoothly curved body.

Her light-colored seamless bra supported two snowy mounds, pressed against Song Guanchao’s chest, the soft touch striking directly at his heart, stirring his mind and scatterring his thoughts.

His reaction was intensely strong: his veins throbbed, his blood rushing faster.

Chu Xiao’e felt the strength of his arms, tightly encircling her delicate body, feeling an unprecedented sense of safety and peace.

"Huh~"

Song Guanchao withdrew his tongue, exhaling deeply, the woman so close to him also opened her eyes.

Her dazed and tipsy gaze cleared somewhat, becoming aware of Song Guanchao’s unusual response below.

As a mature woman, she certainly understood what it was.

She felt somewhat nervous, but more so, anticipative.

The next second, she took the initiative to cover his mouth with hers, leaning forward, pressing her entire upper body against him.

Such a ripe, full-bodied, and tempting matron in his arms, not even a saint could have held on.

Throwing away the last bit of rationality in his mind, Song Guanchao stood up from the chair, lifted her petite body, and walked towards the room.

"Over there." Chu Xiao’e, worried Song Guanchao might go to the wrong room, pointed to one of them.

Song Guanchao pushed the door open, didn’t turn on the light, laid her on the bed, and quickly stripped off his clothes.

The next second, he pounced on the disheveled Chu Xiao’e, like a starving tiger, tearing off her clothes and pulling down her panties.

Outside the window, the autumn was profound, yet inside the house, it was as if spring abounded.

Song Guanchao pinned Chu Xiao’e beneath him, supported her small waist, and plunged deeply.

Chu Xiao’e’s suppressed moans in her throat instantly transformed into a nocturne that made hormones explode.

...

At ten o’clock late at night.

Song Guanchao leaned against the head of the bed, thinking of the madness from just a few hours ago, he could only remark in his heart, "Mature women are fierce!"

Especially those who had been starved for many years, even college athletes couldn’t withstand.

Someone like him, recently retired and tough as iron, even felt some backache.

Sounds of water splashing came from the master bathroom, and shortly after, Chu Xiao’e, wrapped in a bathrobe, her feet bare, emerged from the bathroom.

Her hair was wet, her neck long and smooth, her loosely tied bathrobe revealing a pair of white rabbits, Chu Xiao’e glowing post-bath, her makeup-free face as clear and flushed as white porcelain, her skin exquisitely delicate, possessing a breathtaking beauty.

She looked at Song Guanchao with a tender gaze, not the slightest discomfort in her eyes.

Song Guanchao couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward, having come over just for dinner, but ended up feasting on the lady of the house.

He knew very well that it was completely accidental.

A man and a woman alone in a room, especially after drinking, can easily lead to unintended consequences.

Once one party is willing, such an incident becomes almost inevitable.

He threw off the blanket and got out of bed, his muscular body and the dragon tattoo below making Chu Xiao’e’s cheeks turn red as she shyly averted her eyes.

Thinking about the crazy past few hours, Chu Xiao’e’s heartbeat inevitably quickened.

Having not touched a man for years, the sudden spring felt like a long-awaited rain after a drought.

The madness, upon reflection, made her feel a bit ashamed.

But Song Guan Chao’s performance had left her particularly satisfied, as despite her pleas for mercy, it only spurred him to greater vigor.

She took a suit and a white shirt from the wardrobe and handed them over.

"Try these on and see if they fit."

Song Guan Chao looked at the suit and then at Chu Xiao’e.

Chu Xiao’e calmly said, "You saved Ningning."

He understood.

This was a gift that had been prepared in advance.

Song Guan Chao unhesitatingly put it on, and although he didn’t know the brand, he could tell it was a valuable suit.

Chu Xiao’e’s eyes brightened, and it was true what was said, that clothes make the man.

The black suit on Song Guan Chao was made of soft yet firm fabric, fitting him perfectly at the shoulders, collar, sleeves, waist, and trouser legs, as if it had been tailor-made just for him.

Black suit and white shirt, a cliché combination but also the most elegant one, depending largely on the wearer’s demeanor and the quality of the tailoring. Wearing this suit, Song Guan Chao exuded an intimidating charm, robust and virile yet not lacking in scholarly wisdom, worlds apart from the ill-fitting suits of insurance salesmen you see around.

It is often said that a man in a suit is to a woman what black stockings are to a man.

At least in Chu Xiao’e’s eyes, at that moment, Song Guan Chao emitted an intense masculine aura that made her legs clench together.

Despite having just made love, her body reacted once more.

She couldn’t help but rub her legs together.

This subtle movement did not escape Song Guan Chao’s eyes.

He took off the suit and slowly unbuttoned his shirt saying, "The suit fits very well, thank you."

Chu Xiao’e softly hummed in response and suddenly walked to the door, turning off the lights.

Then, a fragrant breeze wafted as she moved in front of Song Guan Chao and slowly knelt down.

Song Guan Chao looked down and saw in the darkness Chu Xiao’e tilting her rosy face upwards and tenderly sticking out a bit of her pink tongue.

"Hiss!" Song Guan Chao inhaled comfortably.

Another round of love ensued.

It wasn’t until eleven o’clock at night that Song Guan Chao left Chu Xiao’e’s house.

He carried the suit and hailed a taxi.

When he got home, Liang Jiajia was still not back.

Song Guan Chao took a hot shower, took out Li Fuhai’s notebook, and examined it closely.

"March 28th, Principal Liu of No. 3 Middle School visited my house with his wife and a gift..."

He remembered correctly, Li Fuhai indeed had evidence against Principal Liu.

He turned on the computer, plugged in the hard drive, and found the corresponding folder containing several videos.

The first video showed a middle-aged man, around forty, with a charming younger woman in her thirties, bearing gifts and meeting Li Fuhai at his house.

The second video showed Li Fuhai alone with the young woman, chatting briefly before getting physical, and then making love on the living room sofa.

"Tsk, such a ruthless man; to curry favor with Li Fuhai, he’d even give away his own wife."

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