Official Career Storm
Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Chapter 320

Zhou Qian had a fairly good time at the dinner.

As they left the restaurant, Song Guanchao prepared to take her home, an older model Jetta was parked on the side of the road.

Liang Jiajia got out of the car and called out, "Song Guanchao."

Both of them turned their heads simultaneously. Liang Jiajia jogged over, which was when she noticed Zhou Qian standing beside him.

She had been on duty tonight and planned to stop nearby for a bite, never expecting to encounter Song Guanchao.

She looked at Song Guanchao and then turned towards Zhou Qian.

Song Guanchao introduced her, "Zhou Qian, the leading actress of our television station."

"Jiajia, my girlfriend."

"Hello," Liang Jiajia extended her hand. "I often watch your program."

"Hello," Zhou Qian replied with a reserved smile, seemingly in good spirits, which suddenly dropped.

She had never asked Song Guanchao if he had a girlfriend.

She didn’t want to ask.

She was afraid of getting an answer she didn’t want to hear.

"Guanchao, did you guys eat here?"

"Yeah, we just finished. Getting ready to take her home," he replied.

"You go ahead," Liang Jiajia said as she watched them get in the car and drive away, a slight smile curving at the corner of her mouth.

Her female intuition told her that Song Guanchao had no relationship with this woman.

But that same female intuition allowed her to catch a fleeting moment of barely noticeable disappointment in Zhou Qian’s reaction.

Liang Jiajia suddenly felt a bit troubled.

Really outstanding men are truly attractive to girls.

She shook her head, casting aside those messy thoughts, and decided to turn her irritation into appetite—tonight, she would eat a bit more.

On the road, Zhou Qian felt dejected.

She suddenly thought of County Magistrate Fu.

And of Song Guanchao’s attitude towards Fu Ying.

It seemed like he did not mind developing relationships with several women at the same time?

Thinking this, Zhou Qian’s mood slightly lifted again.

After several instances of alone time, she was sure that Song Guanchao did not dislike her.

However, she was not quite certain whether Song Guanchao would accept advancing further with her.

She was a bit conflicted.

She wanted to get closer to Song Guanchao, but was also afraid of being rejected by him.

"What kind of woman does he like?"

This question lingered in her mind.

Fu Ying was mature, stable, generous, elegant, and exceedingly beautiful.

Liang Jiajia was tall and though her clothes were somewhat plain, she exuded a rare wildness that is seldom seen in women.

Like a seductive little wildcat.

And indeed, her figure was explosive.

Even those wide tactical pants and T-shirt couldn’t hide it.

Her beauty was also of a rare kind.

Zhou Qian had always been proud of her own figure and appearance, but in the presence of Liang Jiajia, she suddenly felt a bit insecure.

She too had a curvy figure, but it lacked the energetic vibrancy of Liang Jiajia’s athleticism.

"Secretary Song, what kind of girl do you like?"

"Huh?"

"Why suddenly ask this?"

"Just curious."

"Uh... I don’t really have any special requirements, it’s mainly about the chemistry."

This was not the answer Zhou Qian wanted.

"Do you like long hair or short hair?"

"I like both."

"Do you prefer someone a bit plumper or thinner?"

"I like both."

"..." Zhou Qian didn’t ask any further.

She could tell, Song Guanchao wasn’t lying; he truly liked both.

But she also knew that this so-called ’like both’ was primarily dependent on looks.

"Here we are."

Song Guanchao parked the car.

Zhou Qian lived in a high-rise complex.

"Secretary Song, thanks for the dinner tonight."

"You’re welcome."

Song Guanchao said, "I’ll walk you up."

"Sure."

Exiting the elevator, Zhou Qian input her code and said, "Secretary Song, would you like to come in and sit for a bit?"

"No, I have to meet with the secretary. If it’s too late, I won’t be able to make it."

"Then wait for me a moment."

"What’s up?"

"To thank you for dinner tonight, I want to give you a little gift. Just wait," Zhou Qian hurried into the house without closing the door.

Song Guanchao stood at the door waiting, curious about what she was going to give him.

She quickly returned, hands hidden behind her back, pretending to be mysterious, "Secretary Song, close your eyes."

Song Guanchao closed his eyes.

Zhou Qian bent down, looked up, and stared at his eyes for a while, "No peeking."

"Uh-huh, I won’t peek," Song Guanchao chuckled; they were adults but still playing these games.

Once sure he wouldn’t peek, Zhou Qian pursed her lips, and the hand hidden behind her lowered.

In her hand was nothing at all.

She tiptoed, lifted her chin, and her delicate red lips parted slightly, kissing him on the mouth.

Song Guanchao felt a fragrant breeze but didn’t pay it any mind.

Not until the warm, fragrant softness touched him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zhou Qian’s beautiful face incredibly close.

Her eyes closed slightly, her long, curled lashes quivered, and her cheeks were already red as dawn.

He was stunned for two seconds.

During his daze, he felt Zhou Qian’s small tongue sneak a playful stir inside his mouth before quickly retreating. Opening her eyes filled with shyness, she said coyly, "There, gift given. I’m going to sleep; you should head back now."

After speaking, Zhou Qian turned and shut the door.

Staring at the closed door, Song Guanchao belatedly came back to his senses.

What about the promised gift?

Was I just forcefully kissed?

Song Guanchao realized his heart was beating a bit fast.

He grimaced, leaving a bit sullenly.

In the bedroom.

Zhou Qian threw herself onto the bed, hugging an adult-sized doll, her small fists beating it fiercely.

Her heart fluttered incessantly, "I’m so embarrassed!"

...

Having gotten into the car, Song Guanchao wanted to find Wu Qiangwei, and then realized he didn’t know where Minister Zhou lived!

Logically, as a ranking member of the standing committee, he was entitled to housing.

But Minister Zhou was a local and had been entrenched in Lingjiang for many years; he certainly owned more than one property.

He didn’t bother guessing and sent Wu Qiangwei a message directly: "Secretary, have you finished eating?"

After about a dozen seconds, Wu Qiangwei replied, "No."

"I’ll come and pick you up."

"Okay."

Wu Qiangwei sent her address, and upon seeing it, Song Guanchao realized it wasn’t in the government compound.

When he arrived, Song Guanchao was surprised.

The neighborhood was decent and had security, but the houses were old.

Entering the neighborhood, he saw four-story western-style buildings and two-story villas.

He checked his phone’s GPS and suddenly realized this was the old residential area for the Lingjiang Municipal Committee.

"Tsk, such a show," Song Guanchao didn’t believe Minister Zhou actually lived here regularly.

Outside Minister Zhou’s house, Song Guanchao waited quietly in the car.

The villa was brightly lit, but unfortunately, the curtains were drawn, so the inside was not visible.

Around nine o’clock, the villa’s main entrance opened, and he saw Minister Zhou and Wu Qiangwei come out together.

The two chatted for a while at the door before Wu Qiangwei left on her own.

Song Guanchao got out of the car, "Secretary."

She walked over and got into the car.

Song Guanchao smelled a hint of alcohol, "Secretary, have you been drinking?"

Wu Qiangwei adjusted her seat to recline fully, lying back comfortably, her eyes closed and breathing softly, seeming very tired and unwilling to talk.

Song Guanchao didn’t disturb her any further.

When the car stopped downstairs, Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, we’re home."

Wu Qiangwei slowly opened her eyes, yawned, and sat up from her reclining position: "Come up with me."

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