Official Career Storm
Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Chapter 42

Indeed, he still asked.

"Do you know Liang Hao, the District Committee Secretary of Huayuan District?"

"From last night?"

"Yeah," Song Guanchao said, "The one just now was his sister, Liang Hui."

"Do you know her?"

"I’ve dealt with her before."

"What is she doing looking for you so late?"

"Didn’t I tell you? She came to drop something off."

"Hmph, that’s a story for kids."

Nobody would believe that.

Song Guanchao said, "What happened last night occurred in Huayuan District. If I hadn’t sorted it out in time, even if Liang Hao could have kept his position as secretary, he would have been reprimanded."

"Him sending his sister over, in plain terms, is gift-giving. He’s trying to connect with me to get to know Captain Hu from the Armed Police Department."

Liang Jiajia had roughly guessed as much, but she still felt something was off.

It was already past ten o’clock, and Liang Hui, a girl, was waiting outside Song Guanchao’s door, which inevitably made people wonder.

Moreover, Liang Hui was pretty, had a good figure, and had purposely done her makeup. She was obviously a seductress.

"Pfft~"

Song Guanchao took the opportunity to slip his hand between her thighs, letting out a soft gasp, "So wet."

"Pervert! Ugh~ Don’t!"

"Do you want it?"

"No, ah~"

"I ate too many kidneys tonight, I’m feeling quite fiery!"

"You, be gentle."

...

The next morning.

Song Guanchao got up at six.

He suddenly felt a bit bothered. He had to be at Wu Qiangwei’s by six-thirty, but Liang Jiajia wouldn’t get up until at least eight.

He had promised to take her, and he couldn’t go back on his word.

After washing up, he returned to the room and gently woke Liang Jiajia.

"What’s up?" She was like a little kitten, her eyelashes fluttered, and then she closed her eyes again.

"I just remembered, I have to go to Secretary Wu’s place early today. Can’t take you."

"You go, I’ll take a taxi."

"Mhm, just let me know when you get to the station."

"Mhm." Liang Jiajia hugged her pillow, sleeping sweetly.

Looking at the half-exposed snowy white body from under the blanket, Song Guanchao suddenly felt an urge, pulled back the covers, and buried his head inside.

He kissed down along her full figure, his tongue gliding over her lower abdomen, moving between her beautiful legs.

Gently parting her lovely legs, he buried his head straight down.

"Mmm~"

Liang Jiajia became somewhat conscious and, realizing his actions, her face instantly flushed with embarrassment.

...

At seven, Song Guanchao was jogging slowly behind Wu Qiangwei.

He thought he needed to buy a pair of sports shoes.

Otherwise, running like this every day, he’d be drenched in sweat before even getting to work.

The pretty boy showed up on time, and Wu Qiangwei didn’t call him out, letting him chat her up.

Perhaps because she was distracted talking to him, towards the end of the run, Wu Qiangwei suddenly twisted her foot.

The pretty boy reached out to help her but was avoided by Wu Qiangwei.

"Are you okay?" The pretty boy was genuinely concerned.

"I’m fine."

Wu Qiangwei gave a small smile, but as she put weight on it, her ankle sent a bone-splitting pain.

She endured it, found an excuse, and parted ways with the pretty boy.

Song Guanchao hurried over and slid his hand under her armpit, "Twisted your ankle?"

"Mm."

Wu Qiangwei pursed her lips, with half her body leaning on him.

She was dressed in a crop top with quick-drying fabric and shorts, leaving much of her skin exposed. Now, being in such close contact with him made her feel very uncomfortable.

"Don’t walk anymore," Song Guanchao saw her gasping with every step and immediately stopped, and without further ado, he scooped her up in a princess carry.

Wu Qiangwei let out a small cry and hurriedly said, "Put me down!"

Song Guanchao didn’t speak and strode toward the neighborhood.

Wu Qiangwei, worried about being seen, completely buried her head in his chest.

At such close proximity, she could almost hear Song Guanchao’s heartbeat.

Was his heartbeat a bit fast?

At first, she thought she had misheard, but after listening carefully, she confirmed that it was indeed very fast.

Without showing any reaction, she glanced up and observed with her peripheral vision but didn’t notice anything unusual.

But his heartbeat was really fast.

Clearly, he was also somewhat nervous.

From the park to the house, it was six or seven hundred meters, yet Song Guanchao carried a grown person with neither his face turning red nor breath running short.

Wu Qiangwei was light in weight. Despite her tall and slender figure, she barely weighed over ninety pounds.

And that weight was curiously distributed, with the flesh all grown in the right places.

They entered the elevator, arrived at the door outside, which was secured with a fingerprint lock. Wu Qiangwei reached out her small hand and pressed it, and the door opened.

After placing her on the sofa, Song Guanchao suddenly squatted down and grabbed her foot.

"What are you doing!"

Wu Qiangwei was a bit nervous; the foot being held gave off a tingling sensation, causing an unusual reaction in her body.

Song Guanchao, focusing on her ankle, said, "It’s swollen."

"Bear with me a moment while I check if you’ve damaged any bones."

Seeing his serious expression, Wu Qiangwei softly acknowledged.

Song Guanchao pressed his palm against it and suddenly started kneading forcefully, causing Wu Qiangwei to let out a muffled groan of pain.

After a while, Song Guanchao said, "It’s not too bad, it’s just a dislocation. I’ll set the bone for you."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he gently twisted her foot.

With a snap, Wu Qiangwei broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"It’s done," Song Guanchao lowered his hands, stood up, and said, "Don’t run these next couple of days. Buy a bottle of Trauma Wine later and rub it in."

He paused, then added, "When you apply it, pay attention to the technique. You have to press hard to let the medicine penetrate."

"Mm."

"Thank you."

"No problem, I’ll wait for you downstairs."

At seven-thirty, Wu Qiangwei got into the car, and Song Guanchao handed her breakfast.

She said thanks again, her demeanor somewhat unnatural.

Upon arriving at the City Committee office, Song Guanchao had barely settled when Wu Yun sent a message.

She snapped a photo: "Got a new office!"

Song Guanchao didn’t reply; he just grabbed his phone and went downstairs.

Wu Yun waited left and right for a response, holding her phone and stewing alone.

A short while later, there came a knock on the door.

Everyone in the office turned their heads to look.

Song Guanchao, carrying several cups of coffee, walked in with a smile, "Welcome, fellow Disciplinary Committee comrades, I am Secretary Wu’s driver, Song Guanchao. It’s everyone’s first day here, so I’m treating you all to coffee."

He handed out the coffees one by one, the last cup being set in front of Wu Yun, as he stealthily winked at her.

Wu Yun’s heart skipped twice, and her cheeks flushed red with a surge of embarrassment as she hastily grabbed the coffee, "Thank you."

Afraid that the others would notice something amiss.

"Thank you, Master Song."

Everyone thanked him, but an inappropriate voice interrupted, "Master Song, we are from the City Disciplinary Inspection Committee, assigned over here. It’s just the first day... isn’t this inappropriate?"

The speaker was none other than Zhang Kai, who had interrogated Song Guanchao alongside Wu Yun on behalf of the City Disciplinary Inspection Committee.

Once Zhang Kai started talking, the others felt awkward too and put their coffees down.

A cup of coffee was trivial, but they were with the Disciplinary Committee, and on their first day, if they were to be sticklers for the rules, it indeed was not quite appropriate.

Some more perceptive individuals faintly sensed that there seemed to be past conflict between Zhang Kai and this Master Song.

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