Official Career Storm
Chapter 159

Chapter 159: Chapter 159

The next morning,

Song Guanchao finished cleaning the office and encountered Wu Qiangwei on his way out, not seeing Zeng Li.

Wu Qiangwei set down her bag and sat down.

Song Guanchao brewed a cup of tea and handed it over. He didn’t leave but instead said, "Secretary, Xu Xin is Mayor Zheng’s person."

Wu Qiangwei was surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

"I see."

Song Guanchao didn’t voice his own opinion; he knew Wu Qiangwei could deduce as much as he had.

Just as he had settled back at his desk outside, there came Xu Xin, dressed sharply in a ladies’ suit, her makeup subtle. She approached with a stack of documents.

"Good morning, Secretary Song."

She set the documents down, her eyes revealing a shy reluctance to meet his gaze, perhaps because of the previous night’s events.

Song Guanchao’s smile was natural. "Good morning, Director Xu."

He picked up the documents and walked back into his office without further conversation.

Cogitating about last night after waking up this morning, Song Guanchao felt something amiss.

He hadn’t interacted much with Xu Xin, but it was clear she was no fool.

Yet she had gotten extremely drunk the night before.

Although it was he who had insisted on taking her home, under those circumstances, it would almost inevitably occur.

Song Guanchao suspected that Xu Xin might not actually have been drunk but had feigned drunkenness.

Pretending to be hammered so that he would have no choice but to take her home.

If it were any ordinary woman, she would likely have tried to seduce him while under the influence after getting home.

But Xu Xin hadn’t.

She had not even initiated any physical contact; the only inevitable brief contacts had occurred in the elevator, and even then, she hadn’t been forward at all – everything seemed natural.

Natural enough that Song Guanchao hadn’t thought twice about it.

Later, she took advantage of her feigned drunkenness to go to the bathroom to vomit and conveniently take a shower, reappearing entirely without clothes, making sure he saw her.

Being part of it last night, he hadn’t sensed anything unusual, but in retrospect, it all seemed highly suspicious.

It all resembled a carefully crafted plan.

Of course, Song Guanchao had no evidence; these were just his conjectures.

But regardless, it was better safe than sorry.

Wu Qiangwei was just finding her footing in Lingjiang and as a secretary, he absolutely couldn’t afford any mistakes.

And he also understood exactly how much power he held as her secretary.

Many would try to curry favor or bribe him in various ways.

He had to maintain his integrity, never losing himself to the allure of power.

In the afternoon, Zeng Li returned, bringing him a cup of bubble tea.

"Do you really have something on tonight?"

"Yes."

"Are you free this weekend?"

"No."

"Liar!"

"Really, I’m not." Song Guanchao said, "The busier the weekends, the more things there are to do. And do leaders have time to rest? If leaders don’t rest, how can we secretaries?"

"So what are you doing tonight then?"

"It’s confidential, I can’t say."

"Fine, be that way!"

Zeng Li turned away from him, refusing to speak.

After work, Wu Qiangwei came out and said, "Xiao Zeng, you go back first."

"Oh." Reluctantly, Zeng Li left.

Once she had gone, Song Guanchao asked, "Secretary, are you wearing just that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Aren’t we going on a site visit tonight? Aren’t you going to change into something more casual?"

"In the office." Wu Qiangwei wasn’t a fool; obviously, she was prepared.

She went back to her office and emerged with a shopping bag, joining him as they headed downstairs.

Song Guanchao wondered, "Secretary, where will you change your clothes?"

"In the car."

"Oh..."

Upon reaching the parking lot opposite, Wu Qiangwei said, "I’m going upstairs to change, wait for me."

As she spoke, she opened the backseat door and was just stepping in when Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, I’m too conspicuous out here."

"Hm?" Wu Qiangwei looked at him, emitting a questioning nasal sound.

Song Guanchao, with a calm face and steady heart, said, "I’ll sit in the car. You change in the back, I won’t look."

After speaking, he felt a bit nervous, unsure if Wu Qiangwei would agree.

A few seconds later, Wu Qiangwei gave a light hum.

Song Guanchao hurriedly opened the door and got in, saying, "Secretary, I’ll raise the sunshade for you."

He pressed a button, and the sunshades on both sides of the windows rose.

Wu Qiangwei took out clothes and pants from a shopping bag and set them aside.

She then started to take off the suit she was wearing and proceeded to unbutton her shirt.

Listening to the rustling sounds of clothes being removed in the backseat, Song Guanchao felt a tickle in his heart, his eyes involuntarily darting towards the rearview mirror.

However, as soon as his gaze shifted to the rearview mirror, he saw Wu Qiangwei’s fierce glare.

"Are you peeking?"

Wu Qiangwei’s tone was emotionless, it was hard to tell if she was angry.

"I..."

"Have you seen enough?"

Song Guanchao honestly said, "No."

"Hm?"

"I’ve seen enough."

"Then turn around!"

"Oh." Song Guanchao quickly averted his gaze, but his ears perked up.

Judging by the sound, she must have unbuttoned everything, probably already took off her shirt.

He wondered what color underwear the secretary was wearing today.

That sound – it’s the zipper of her trousers.

Is the secretary taking off her pants?

Song Guanchao’s lips were a bit dry, and he unconsciously swallowed, picturing Wu Qiangwei jogging by the river in her sports shorts.

Those powerfully robust, healthy white legs moved gracefully every time she ran, always capturing his gaze with their beauty.

He even wondered what style of panties she wore underneath her pants.

Though she was usually stern, she was after all only 29 years old.

Women love beauty, and Wu Qiangwei was surely no exception.

Moreover, with her broad experiences, her aesthetic sense must be on point, never too vulgar.

"Snap."

The sound of the door snapping him back to reality.

Wu Qiangwei had taken a seat in the passenger side, and Song Guanchao turned his head, his eyes overflowing with amazement.

She had let down her hair; the usually serious and stable demeanor gave way under her smooth black hair to a youthfulness befitting her age.

She wore a goose-yellow T-shirt on top and light blue slim-fit capri jeans below.

Her straight, shapely legs tightly enclosed in jeans, at first glance appeared as if she were a college student.

Wu Qiangwei frowned slightly, "You go change."

"Oh, okay."

Song Guanchao moved to the backseat and began to undress, taking out clothes he had already placed in the car.

Wu Qiangwei, listening to the movements behind her, was also not calm.

Her gaze uncontrollably drifted toward the rearview mirror.

She happened to see Song Guanchao taking off his shirt, revealing a well-proportioned upper body.

His wheat-colored skin brimming with a strong male hormone scent.

Wu Qiangwei watched intently, her lips subconsciously pursed.

As Song Guanchao took off his trousers, all that remained was a pair of black briefs, Wu Qiangwei’s cheeks suddenly turned a slight red.

For under Song’s briefs, there was a significant bulge.

It was clearly not a normal curve, showing that his body was indeed reacting.

Wu Qiangwei couldn’t help but spit out softly, "What on earth are you thinking about?"

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