Official Career Storm
Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Yang Yongqiang, weighing around 250 pounds, pounced on Tian Xue, making her feel as if she were being crushed by a pig and nearly suffocating her.

"Huff, huff~"

Yang Yongqiang’s heavy breathing echoed in her ear while his large hands roughly tugged at her, directly ripping the buttons off her shirt.

Suddenly, her light-colored bra was exposed to the air.

Tian Xue was terrified, momentarily stunned.

It was not until her bra was flipped open and Yang Yongqiang grabbed her fullness that her body began to tremble as if electrified.

A strong desire surged through her body, clashing violently with the rationality she still possessed.

She desired it, yet she could not accept Yang Yongqiang, this fat, old man.

"Director Yang, no, please no!"

"Hehe."

Yang Yongqiang let out a lewd chuckle, taking her pleas as mere role-playing.

With a forceful tug, her shirt ripped open with a whoosh, tearing half a sleeve.

A vast expanse of pale white skin came into view, igniting flames in Yang Yongqiang’s eyes as he grabbed her jeans and yanked them downward with all his might.

Beneath the jeans, her round, pert buttocks were constricted by black panties, looking as perfect as a piece of art.

Yang Yongqiang’s hand slipped between her thighs, he forcefully dug in, chuckling, "You little vixen, so wet already, let me satisfy you properly!"

"No, please no!"

Tian Xue was filled with terror, wanting to resist but unable to.

Her body felt weak, and considering Yang Yongqiang’s strength as a man, she could do nothing but watch helplessly as her clothes were stripped off piece by piece.

Until the last piece of fabric covering her modesty was torn off, Yang Yongqiang brutally spread her beautiful legs apart, gripped her slender waist, and thrust forcefully.

Plop.

"Ah!" Tian Xue trembled severely, shedding tears of humiliation.

While Yang Yongqiang was halfway through, a knock on the door sounded.

He knew it had to be He Yong.

"You little vixen, another one’s here, you’re definitely going to enjoy this!"

Yang Yongqiang walked over to open the door.

Seeing Yang Yongqiang, naked and visibly aroused, He Yong paused.

"Come in."

Yang Yongqiang pulled him inside, saying, "Hurry up, Secretary Tian can’t wait any longer."

He Yong was still dazed till he saw Tian Xue with her legs wide open, lying on the bed, which started him.

"Ah!"

Yang Yongqiang entered her again, vigorously thrusting while turning his head, "What are you waiting for? Come serve Secretary Tian!"

"Ah? Oh, oh."

He Yong swallowed hard. Under normal circumstances, he would have pondered what exactly was going on.

But having drunk too much and been drugged that night,

His mind was muddled, his desire overwhelming; in this situation, he could no longer hold back.

Besides, this was an invitation from Director Yang, clearly considering him one of his own.

And indeed, didn’t you see how eagerly Secretary Tian was responding?

Eagerly, he stripped himself bare, climbed onto the bed, skillfully pinched Tian Xue’s little mouth open, and thrust in.

By then, the effects of the drug had taken hold of Tian Xue, her consciousness blurred, overtaken by endless desire.

...

In the hotel room.

After ending her call, Wu Yun sat sobbing softly.

Song Guanchao had originally planned to take her away, but now, he had changed his mind.

"Stop crying, it hasn’t happened," Song Guanchao gently wiped her tears.

"If you hadn’t found out, I would have already..."

Thinking of what could have happened, Wu Yun managed to stop her tears, but they flowed again.

Song Guanchao said, "Now is not the time to be angry; listen to me, the police will be here soon..."

"I’m not afraid! I’ve already called my dad!"

"I know you’re not scared, but us being alone when the police arrive doesn’t look good for you, and there will surely be gossip in the office."

Wu Yun furrowed her delicate brows, "What should we do, then?"

"Do you want to get revenge?"

"Yes!" she nodded vigorously but then quickly realized something, "Are you going to use me?"

"If I really wanted to use you, I wouldn’t have told you."

"I was planning to take you away from the hotel right after we arrived, but you insisted on making that phone call..."

Wu Yun thought for a moment, realizing he was right.

"How do you suggest we go about this revenge?"

"Very simple," Song Guanchao said with a wicked smile, quickly outlining the plan.

Ten minutes later.

"Beep beep!"

The sound of swiping a card came from outside the door.

The next second, the door was violently pushed open, and several police officers filed in.

One of them was holding a cellphone, clearly live streaming a vice raid.

In the live stream, tens of thousands of people were online.

[Damn, did they just break the door down?]

[They must have received a report.]

[Wow, this woman is really pretty!]

[Huh, why is there only a woman and no man? Where’s the john?]

[Could they have entered the wrong room?]

The netizens were baffled, and the police officers who came for the vice raid were just as confused.

Before the police could ask any questions, Wu Yun angrily said, "Who are you? Why did you barge into my room?"

"I’m..." The police officer just opened his mouth when his phone suddenly rang.

It was the director calling!

He stepped out of the room and answered the call, "Hello, Director Zhang..."

"Li Yang, are you out of your mind? You raided the room of Secretary Wu’s daughter at the Political and Legal Committee!"

Li Yang was severely shaken and turned his head to look at the room.

She’s Secretary Wu’s daughter?

Damn...

"Director Zhang, listen to me explain..."

"Don’t explain to me, go explain to Secretary Wu!"

Director Zhang cussed and then hung up the phone.

Li Yang was troubled by the situation...

He quickly returned to the room and said to the young officer still live streaming, "Turn it off!"

The young officer was puzzled, but seeing his boss so serious, he quickly shut down the live stream.

Li Yang walked over to apologize: "Miss Wu, I’m sorry, we received a public complaint, and it was a misunderstanding."

"Which public?" Wu Yun pressed sternly. "I want to know who reported it!"

Li Yang said, "I’m sorry, Miss Wu, the informant’s information is confidential; I cannot disclose it."

"Fine, then I’ll make a complaint!" Wu Yun said. "There is a gathering of people causing chaos in room 602 of the Binjiang Hotel!"

Li Yang thought she was speaking out of anger, "Miss Wu, without evidence..."

"Do others have evidence when they report me? Show me the evidence!"

"Uhh..."

Li Yang knew Miss Wu was furious, and anything he said would be wrong.

"I told you, there’s a gathering of people causing chaos in room 602 of the Binjiang Hotel, are you going to handle it?"

"Miss Wu..."

"Fine, if you won’t handle it, I’ll ask Secretary Wu to handle it!"

Seeing her about to dial the phone and not bluffing, Li Yang broke into a cold sweat and quickly said, "Miss Wu, we’ll go to the Binjiang Hotel right now!"

Wu Yun finally set her phone down, huffed forcefully, and said, "I’m going too!"

"Miss Wu..."

"I’m the complainant; I must go!"

"Alright."

Li Yang had no choice but to compromise.

The group left the hotel and headed to the Binjiang Hotel.

The two hotels weren’t far apart, and since it was late at night, the journey was unobstructed.

In less than fifteen minutes, their vehicle had already stopped downstairs.

After getting the room card from the receptionist, they took the elevator up to the sixth floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, Wu Yun said, "Live stream!"

Li Yang’s mouth twitched, and he was about to say something but thought better of it and said to the officer responsible for live streaming, "Turn on the live stream."

[Why are they broadcasting again?]

[Did they receive another new report?]

[Hope they won’t blunder this time.]

As the netizens eagerly awaited, Li Yang approached room 602, swiped the card, and pushed the door.

The officer doing the live stream entered the room first.

The next second, thousands of viewers in the live room saw a voluptuously figured woman lying on the bed doggy style.

Two men, one in the front and one in the back, were going at it furiously.

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