Official Career Storm
Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Chapter 321

Back at home, Wu Qiangwei said, "Sit for a while. I’m going to take a bath."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao had no idea why she had asked him to come upstairs.

At night, the sound of water was especially clear through a door.

Song Guanchao listened intently.

A few minutes later, she came out in her pajamas.

Underneath, as usual, she wore nothing, and her two points were as noticeable as ever.

A few strands of her wet hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead, her hair up in a bun revealed her slender neck, and her delicate figure was irresistibly beautiful.

Just as she was about to come over, noticing Song Guanchao staring at her, she turned and went back into the room.

When she came out again, Song Guanchao noticed that the two points on her chest were no longer visible; she had clearly put on a bra.

She sat down and said, "Minister Zhou talked a lot with me tonight."

Song Guanchao didn’t speak, just listened silently.

"Minister Zhou thinks that Secretary Lu needs to be more vigilant than Mayor Zheng."

"Secretary Lu?"

"Mhm."

Wu Qiangwei said, "Minister Zhou didn’t say it very clearly, and of course, we can’t completely trust his words. Anyway, you should be more cautious these days."

Song Guanchao nodded. He didn’t need her reminder; he would have been cautious anyway.

What he was curious about was Minister Zhou’s warning.

Why did he say that Secretary Lu should be watched more carefully?

Was he more cunning?

Did he have more tricks?

"Did you have something to do with Zhou Jun’s situation?" Wu Qiangwei asked suddenly out of the blue.

"Ah?" Song Guanchao was taken aback and a sense of alert rose in his heart.

He feigned just the right amount of confusion, "Who is Zhou Jun?"

Wu Qiangwei stared at him for a few seconds, then shook her head, "It’s nothing."

Song Guanchao asked, "Secretary, did Minister Zhou mention Mayor Jiang?"

"He did."

"What did he say?"

"Mayor Jiang won’t intervene with me, but he also won’t easily take sides."

"Did Minister Zhou say who’s behind Mayor Jiang?"

"He didn’t, but he hinted at it." Wu Qiangwei said, "Mayor Jiang is a local faction and has deep roots."

Sure enough, it was almost what Song Guanchao had expected.

In the entire Lingjiang City, only Jiang Yuan could rival Minister Zhou.

"By the way, Secretary Lu saw some people this afternoon."

Song Guanchao told her about the people Secretary Lu had met.

Wu Qiangwei wasn’t surprised.

"Secretary Lu can’t hide it anymore. This means he and Mayor Zheng are going to vie for economic control of the city."

"Does Minister Zhou look favorably on Secretary Lu?"

"Mhm," Wu Qiangwei said, "Secretary Lu has no concerns holding him back and hasn’t given people something to talk about. In handling matters, he’s softer than Mayor Zheng. Minister Zhou thinks he has a better chance of winning."

Song Guanchao clenched his fist to his lips, bit down on his knuckles, and said, "I was a bit impulsive this time. Maybe I shouldn’t have pressed Mayor Zheng so hard."

If he had known earlier that Minister Zhou favored Secretary Lu more, he wouldn’t have pushed Mayor Zheng so hard in today’s standing committee meeting.

Having equal powers would be more advantageous to Wu Qiangwei.

Neither side being too dominant nor having too great a chance of winning is a good thing.

Of course, if he had to choose one, Song Guanchao would prefer Mayor Zheng.

After all, Mayor Zheng was only the second in command.

With Secretary Lu, the top leader, on top, even if the second in command was outstanding, he wouldn’t dominate alone.

But if Secretary Lu eventually seized economic power, then the top leader of Lingjiang would be truly legitimate.

That wouldn’t be good for Wu Qiangwei.

Yet Wu Qiangwei calmly said, "You should look at things without being narrow-minded."

"Whether it’s Mayor Zheng or Secretary Lu, their ultimate goal is the province, not to be the top leader in Lingjiang."

This sentence opened up Song Guanchao’s thinking.

He nodded slightly, "The Secretary is right."

He glanced at the time, "It’s late now. Secretary, you should rest early."

"Go wash your hands."

Song Guanchao had just stood up when he heard Wu Qiangwei say this.

He didn’t understand, "Wash hands? For what?"

"Isn’t that what you do, massages?"

"That’s not exactly a massage, I just happen to know a lot about the human joints."

He’d had his fair share of forced marches and sparring sessions in the military, and dislocated joints were all in a day’s work.

The saying goes, "long illness makes the physician," and he had become quite effective at dealing with joint dislocations and bruising injuries.

Of course, if Wu Qiangwei insisted he could massage, she wasn’t wrong.

If he ever found himself at loose ends, opening a massage parlor would certainly not go badly for business.

"The Secretary wants me to give a massage?"

"Mhm, give me one."

Wu Qiangwei said, "Minister Zhou’s chairs have too straight a back and the seat cushions are too short; it makes my back and waist ache from sitting."

"Alright, I’ll go wash my hands."

He quickly washed his hands clean and returned to the living room, saying, "Secretary, lie down."

"Let’s go to the bedroom."

The sofa had a backrest and wasn’t convenient for massages.

She walked towards the bedroom, and suddenly Song Guanchao asked, "Secretary, do you still have some red flower oil?"

"It’s under the TV cabinet."

"Then you go to the room first and wait for me."

He turned around to find the red flower oil.

When he got back to the room and saw the pajamas Wu Qiangwei had on, he cleared his throat lightly and pointed at his own clothes, "This, this needs to come off."

Wu Qiangwei shot him a glance, "Turn around."

Song Guanchao obediently turned away, trying to ignore the sound of clothes being shed behind him; his thoughts unavoidably wandered.

"All set."

Song Guanchao turned back around, and Wu Qiangwei was already lying on the bed.

Beneath her, she wore sleeping pants.

From the waist up, there was nothing; her bare back was as white as snow, tender and exquisite.

Her shoulders were slender, her waistline slim, with even a pair of dimples just above her buttocks.

The fullness of her chest was squished down by the mattress, the softened flesh visibly compressed from the back side.

He walked over, initially planning to stand beside the bed, but found it inconvenient.

So, he took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, and with legs apart, knelt above her hips.

Even without pouring the red flower oil, his trousers had already begun to tent.

After several deep breaths, Song Guanchao opened the red flower oil, dripping it onto her smooth back.

Then, with his palms pressed against her, he gently massaged and rotated, letting the red flower oil spread across her back with each twist of his palms.

After a few rotations, he added a bit more.

Until her entire back was coated with red flower oil.

His hands glided from the waistband up to the collarbone.

The thumb pressing horizontally, palm open, continuously making up and down kneading motions.

Her slender waist and narrow back meant Song Guanchao’s large hands spread wide could almost measure her.

With each contact of the massage, Song Guanchao’s reaction continued unabated.

Fortunately, his knees held his body up, keeping a distance from her hips.

If he sat down, she would surely feel his abnormality.

"Uh~"

Wu Qiangwei suddenly let out a soft moan.

The moan was lazy, as if enjoying herself, sounding almost drunk.

"You can sit and press," Wu Qiangwei said.

"That’s okay, this works," Song Guanchao swallowed hard, mustering great willpower to decline the tempting suggestion.

However, Wu Qiangwei merely repeated two words, "Sit down."

After a moment of internal struggle, Song Guanchao gave a soft grunt and slowly sat on her thighs.

He didn’t dare to lower his full weight, merely feigning to sit.

But even so, Xiao Song was less than a finger’s breadth from Wu Qiangwei’s perky bottom.

Every time he pushed towards the shoulders and leaned forward, the one finger’s distance visibly shortened.

"I’ll take a quick nap, remember to call me when we’re done."

Wu Qiangwei’s voice was muffled.

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