Official Career Storm
Chapter 305

Chapter 305: Chapter 305

On the return journey, Wu Qiangwei remained silent.

Though she seemed alright on the surface, Song Guanchao could sense something was off with her emotions.

This change seemed to have occurred after she left Secretary Xu’s office.

What had Secretary Xu said to her?

Song Guanchao decided to ask bluntly, "Secretary, has Secretary Xu noticed something is wrong?"

"What?"

Wu Qiangwei, immersed in her own world, was startled by the abrupt question, breaking her out of her reverie.

"Nothing," Wu Qiangwei shook her head.

"Is the Secretary in a bad mood?"

Wu Qiangwei didn’t respond.

Out of tact, Song Guanchao didn’t ask further.

By the time they returned to the city, it was past six o’clock and the sky had begun to darken.

"Secretary, shall we eat before going back?"

"Mm."

"What would you like to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

Song Guanchao took her to the Japanese restaurant he had once visited with Wu Yun and booked a private room.

After ordering the food, Wu Qiangwei suddenly asked, "Shall we drink?"

Song Guanchao thought, the Secretary really must be in a bad mood if she’s turning to alcohol for solace.

He ordered a bottle of sake.

The dishes were served, and the sake was brought over.

Song Guanchao poured for her, and Wu Qiangwei downed it in one go.

The alcohol was bland and tasteless, like mineral water.

Wu Qiangwei hardly touched the food, but she drank glass after glass of sake.

"Secretary, you’re drinking too fiercely. It’s easy to get drunk."

"Am I?" Wu Qiangwei looked at the clear liquid in her glass and said, "It doesn’t taste like anything."

"It may not taste of much, but by the time you feel it, it’ll have already gone to your head."

"Mm." Wu Qiangwei verbally agreed, but she didn’t stop drinking.

She continued to drink one glass after another.

After finishing one bottle, she ordered another.

When the eating and drinking were nearly done, there were four empty bottles on the table.

Three of which she had finished herself.

And she showed no signs of stopping.

Song Guanchao felt a sense of foreboding that something was about to happen.

"Secretary, don’t drink anymore."

Song Guanchao took hold of the bottle.

Wu Qiangwei didn’t try to grab it back; after finishing her last glass, she propped her chin on her hand, tilted her head, and stared straight at Song Guanchao.

Seeing her like this, Song Guanchao knew she was drunk.

The delayed effects of the alcohol had kicked in.

"Secretary, are you alright?"

Wu Qiangwei lightly shook her head but continued to stare at him.

Her eyes seemed to hold a deep, crystal-clear autumn pond that was profoundly unfathomable.

That gaze made Song Guanchao afraid to look directly at her.

"Secretary, I’ll take you home."

He tried to stand up, but Wu Qiangwei remained seated, her gaze following his every move, slowly lifting.

Could this woman have drunk herself into a blackout?

He knelt in front of her again, waving his hand in front of her eyes, "Secretary?"

Wu Qiangwei’s pupils were glistening, and she did not speak, seeming not to notice his waving hand, only staring at him.

It was over; she really must have drunk herself into a blackout.

Just as Song Guanchao was wondering what to do, he suddenly felt that Wu Qiangwei’s face in his line of sight was rapidly enlarging.

She leaned forward.

Song Guanchao’s heartbeat raced, watching as Wu Qiangwei drew closer and closer to him, not daring to move an inch.

Those vibrant red lips, carrying a wisp of fragrant breeze, became infinitely magnified.

Time seemed to come to a standstill at that moment, painstakingly slow.

He could even see Wu Qiangwei’s lips, proactively offered up, slightly parting to reveal the pearly white teeth beneath.

Until her lips, pressed against his own.

The sudden soft touch shattered the frozen time, snapping Song Guanchao back to sensual awareness and consciousness.

The overwhelming sense of unreality made him feel as though he had become intoxicated as well.

Song Guanchao’s pupils narrowed; the world in his eyes suddenly went quiet, with only the accelerating beat of his heart, thudding clearly and unmistakably.

Only the soft sensation on his lips reassured him that this was real.

She, the secretary, had kissed me willingly!

Thoughts scattered in the blink of an eye.

The next second, they all converged back to focus.

Song Guanchao’s instincts reacted faster than his thoughts.

He embraced Wu Qiangwei’s slender and delicate body, making no distinction between himself and her.

He extended his tongue, parting her tender and appealing lips, prying apart her pearly teeth, and diving in to explore every corner of her mouth, seizing the enchanting, sweet moisture within.

The excitement caused by this sudden impulse made Song Guanchao’s entire body tremble, triggering a throbbing deep inside him.

The indescribable ecstasy made every cell in his body cheer, filled with pleasure.

Wu Qiangwei was drunk, yet not completely so.

The semi-intoxicated state was utterly bewitching.

In such a state, her senses were amplified, existing in a blurred yet acutely conscious threshold.

She knew what she was doing.

After doing it, she felt regret, thinking she shouldn’t have been so impulsive.

She wanted to withdraw her tongue, to push him away.

But.

The moment Song Guanchao’s tongue entered, her body felt as if thrown into a hot spring, instantly limp.

Her long-repressed body was as if reawakened.

His tongue was forceful, stirring within her mouth, probing, seizing.

Soon, entangled with her tongue.

The intertwining of the two tongues was like the ultimate bodily embrace.

She didn’t know what physical union felt like, but in that moment, it felt as though she experienced the joy of spiritual and physical fusion.

So wonderful, so captivating.

She clasped Song Guanchao, running her hands over his strong, upright shoulders and the sturdy muscles beneath his shirt.

Her lips parted, allowing Song Guanchao’s rough exploration and stirring, opening the most secretive depths of her body to him.

Song Guanchao greedily sucked her moisture, her lips, her tongue.

He held Wu Qiangwei, removed her jacket, pulled her shirt from her waistband, grabbed her slender waist, and climbed up her smooth and firm abdomen.

The next second, he flicked aside the bra and seized the twin peaks that haunted his dreams.

At that moment, both bodies trembled wildly.

Her breath, expelled from her mouth in gasps, emitted soft and barely perceptible moans, while her flat abdomen undulated violently, adrenaline pumping rapidly.

He kneaded forcefully, squeezing tightly.

The immense strength, the reshaped fullness—this first-time experience caused Wu Qiangwei to lose herself, adrift in an indescribable ocean of pleasure, unable to extricate herself.

Song Guanchao bit her lips as though wanting to crush her.

He bent down and, from her neckline, coaxed out her breasts, encased the proudly standing cherry in his mouth with a firm wrap.

Wu Qiangwei convulsed, letting out a moving moan.

Song Guanchao, as if tasting ambrosia, flicked with his tongue tip, teased, and sucked.

The most sensitive area being manipulated in such a manner, the inexperienced Wu Qiangwei had never encountered such onslaught, and her body twisted uncontrollably.

Song Guanchao’s right hand emerged, slipped down her back, and into her pants, grabbing the round, lush buttocks, and his fingertips trailed down along the cleft, easily finding that final entrance.

His body was already at the peak of excitement, completely forgetting how they had come to this point, rationality utterly lost in the moment.

Only a step away from that fragrant and lush territory.

His hand ventured a few inches deeper, and then, he entered in one move!

The moment the warm, tight embrace enveloped him, Song Guanchao felt as if he had ascended to paradise.

Both spirit and body were elevated.

The immense spiritual pleasure made him want to howl to the heavens.

"Ah~"

Wu Qiangwei let out a high-pitched scream, her legs seated on the tatami mat, suddenly clamping tight.

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