Official Career Storm
Chapter 271

Chapter 271: Chapter 271

Wu Qiangwei immediately wanted to retract her foot when she heard a knock at the door.

To her dismay, Wu Ming pushed the door open so quickly, she didn’t stand a chance to react.

Just as she was about to scold him, Wu Ming pre-empted, "I didn’t see anything."

Then, he turned around, left, and closed the door behind him.

Wu Qiangwei’s face blushed with shame, noticing Song Guanchao’s still stunned expression, she burst out in frustration, "Did you finish pressing it?"

"Yes, yes, I finished pressing it."

"Then let go!"

"Oh, oh."

Song Guanchao gave a sheepish smile, released his hold, and stood up from the ground.

"Get out!"

"Oh, oh."

Wu Qiangwei was near exploding with fury, and Song Guanchao didn’t dare to say another word, turning his head, he quickly left.

Coming out of the office, he saw Wu Ming sitting in his own spot.

"Secretary Song," Wu Ming gave a fawning smile with a tinge of embarrassment.

Song Guanchao had wanted to pretend to threaten him, but seeing that smile, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

"Did you need something from the secretary?"

"Yes, I needed something from the secretary, I won’t discuss it with you."

He pushed the door and went in, Wu Qiangwei saw him, her glare could kill.

"Big sis, I did knock," Wu Ming hurriedly explained, it wasn’t his fault, it was her who didn’t lock the door.

Wu Qiangwei, nowhere to vent her anger, had to swallow it, "What did you need?"

Wu Ming said, "Zeng Li got quite drunk."

"Zeng Li?" Wu Qiangwei furrowed her brows, "What happened to her?"

"Seems like she had a fight with her boyfriend."

Wu Ming said, "She called me last night to drink with her, and halfway through, she started crying, talking about some jerk. Oh, and she hit me, saying all men are trash. What did I ever do to deserve this? I keep her company for drinks, and she curses at me."

Wu Ming was feeling pretty bitter inside.

Wu Qiangwei looked at him with suspicion, "Did you hit on her?"

Wu Ming’s eyes widened, "How could I! I have a girlfriend now!"

"Who’s her boyfriend?"

"How would I know?"

"You didn’t ask?"

"I did, but she wouldn’t say."

"Where is she now?"

"I sent her to a hotel last night; Uncle Hong is keeping watch."

"Alright, I got it. You can go, tell Song Guanchao to come in."

Wu Ming came out and said, "Secretary Song, the secretary is calling for you."

Song Guanchao stood up, speaking softly, "You wait here for me, I need to talk to you."

Leaving those words, Song Guanchao went in.

"Secretary, you wanted to see me."

"When did you schedule the meeting with the project team?"

"After lunch."

Wu Qiangwei glanced at the time, "Then, first make a trip to the Marriott Hotel and deliver a meal for Zeng Li."

"Huh?"

Song Guanchao was filled with question marks, why do I have to deliver food to her?

Wu Qiangwei said, "She’s dealing with some emotional issues, drank a lot yesterday. Go check up on her, offer some comfort."

Emotional issues...

Song Guanchao felt oddly guilty, "Secretary, it’s Miss Zeng’s private matter, wouldn’t it be inappropriate for me to go? Besides, who her boyfriend is, what does it have to do with you?"

Wu Qiangwei said, "She has a special status, I need to know whether her boyfriend is getting close to her because of her identity."

With the conversation reaching this point, Song Guanchao found it difficult to refuse.

"Alright, I’ll go and check on her."

"Hm, go ahead, the room number is 888."

Leaving the City Committee, Song Guanchao bought some food, hesitated for a moment at a bubble tea shop, and ended up buying a cup.

At half-past ten, he arrived at the hotel.

Taking the elevator up, he reached the door and knocked.

When the door opened, he couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of Zeng Li with disheveled hair, wearing a strappy nightgown, large eyes swollen red, looking utterly despondent.

Zeng Li, seeing Song Guanchao at the door, flickered with confusion in her big eyes.

She grabbed her chest, pinched hard, and muttered, "Not dreaming."

"..." Song Guanchao twitched at the corner of his mouth, this girl, such a rudimentary and direct method of distinguishing reality from dreams.

Normal people pinch their face, but you pinch your chest!

"You’ve been drinking again..."

"Bang!"

Zeng Li slammed the door shut and yelled through it, "I don’t want to see you, just go away!"

"..." Song Guanchao took a deep breath, placed the food and milk tea on the ground at the doorway, and said, "I bought some food for you. You can bring it in later, I’m leaving now."

Zeng Li said she wanted him to leave, but as soon as she closed the door, she peered through the peephole to watch him.

Seeing him put down the food without a moment’s hesitation and turn to leave, Zeng Li felt an intense sense of injustice well up inside her, her eyes reddening again.

She flung the door open and shouted down the hallway, "Song Guanchao, come back here!"

Song Guanchao sighed to himself, You tell me to leave, then call me back, this is really difficult for me.

He turned around and came back, facing Zeng Li whose eyes were brimming with tears, as if they could spill over at any moment, and Song Guanchao felt a pang of conscience.

"Don’t just stand there, come inside."

"You’re bullying me!" Zeng Li stood her ground, and as soon as she opened her mouth, tears began to stream down her face.

"Who is bullying you?"

"It’s you, you are!"

Zeng Li, wiping her tears away, said, "I saw everything last night, you were holding hands with another woman!"

"That’s my girlfriend."

"You have a girlfriend!"

"Let’s go inside and talk."

Song Guanchao grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the room.

He opened the food containers and laid them out on the table, saying, "Eat something first."

"I’m not eating!"

"How are you going to have the energy to scold me if you don’t eat?"

"Who says I’m going to scold you!" Zeng Li pouted, looking as aggrieved as one could be.

Song Guanchao handed her a tissue, "Eat first, and then we can talk slowly afterward."

"No, I want you to explain now."

"Alright, what do you want to hear?"

"When did you get a girlfriend?"

"Last month."

"How did you two meet?"

"Fighting brought us together."

"???" Zeng Li’s distress momentarily subsided.

Fighting brought you together?

What the heck is that?

Does he like violent girls?

"Thump!"

Zeng Li threw a punch at his chest.

"What are you doing?"

"Hitting you."

"Why are you hitting me?"

"Fighting brings people together."

"..." What kind of logic is this girl running on, did she drink counterfeit booze or what?

"Eat."

"No, I haven’t finished asking my questions."

"Go ahead and ask."

"Have you slept with her?"

"Yes."

"Is she a virgin?"

"...Yes."

"Then, then... will you marry her?"

Song Guanchao originally wanted to say, who can be certain about the future?

But the words on his lips changed to, "Yes."

And so, Zeng Li’s tears began to flow again.

Song Guanchao thought about offering comfort, then felt it was probably better not to.

Better a short pain than a long one, better to sentence her to death directly rather than let her hold on to any fantasies.

Zeng Li sobbed, "I’m crying here, and you’re not even comforting me!"

"...Then don’t cry."

"No, I will cry."

"Then keep crying."

"You bastard!"

"Yep, I am a bastard."

"Song Guanchao, you don’t care about me at all!"

"That’s right, I don’t care about you."

"You!"

The more Song Guanchao behaved this way, the more angry, aggrieved, and sad she became.

It started with just sniffling, but his attitude made her burst into full-blown sobs, crying so hard she could hardly catch her breath.

Song Guanchao thought he was letting her down easy, but her reaction was more intense than he had expected, and he began to worry she might do something drastic on a whim.

"Sigh." Song Guanchao pulled her into his arms and gently patted her back, "Actually, we don’t necessarily have to be lovers; isn’t it nice being like siblings too?"

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