Official Career Storm
Chapter 655

Chapter 655: Chapter 655

At eight-thirty in the evening, they arrived at Jiangzhou City in the Provincial City.

They first went to the guesthouse, checked in, and then headed to the nearby commercial district pedestrian street.

The Provincial City at night was bustling with lights and activity, and people were scurrying around.

It was a summer night and a Friday, so there were couples walking hand in hand everywhere.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Anything’s fine."

"Then let’s go to this one." Wu Qiangwei stopped outside a restaurant.

Song Guanchao was hungry, so as soon as the dishes were served, he devoured them rapidly.

Wu Qiangwei ate gracefully, watching him gulp down his food, she couldn’t help but laugh and said, "Eat slower, no one’s going to snatch it from you."

When they were almost done eating, Song Guanchao wiped his mouth and suddenly asked, "Secretary, what does going on a blind date feel like?"

Wu Qiangwei glanced at him, "It doesn’t feel like anything."

Song Guanchao scratched his head, "What do people usually ask about during a blind date?"

"Do they ask about work income, whether you’ve bought a house, should money be handed over after marriage or not?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Just curious."

"They don’t ask," Wu Qiangwei said, "Blind dates arranged by the family are usually well-matched, so they don’t ask these questions."

"I see..."

Song Guanchao asked, "Then, Secretary, what kind of boyfriend are you looking for?"

Wu Qiangwei stared at him for a few seconds and said, "Someone I like."

"No other requirements?"

"None."

"What if the man you like has no savings and a low salary?"

"I have a salary and savings, I can support him."

"What if he lives in a rental apartment, driving a second-hand car?"

"I have a house and a car."

"And if his family is also poor, his parents passed away early, his grandparents live in the countryside, and they need support?"

Listening to Song Guanchao’s increasingly absurd questions, Wu Qiangwei suddenly smiled and asked, "This ’he’ you’re talking about, is it you?"

"No, no, I’m just giving an example."

"Oh."

Wu Qiangwei smiled and said, "My family’s conditions are quite good, taking care of two elderly people is no problem. But if the man contributes nothing and only wants to take advantage of me, then I’ll kick him out."

After she finished, she asked Song Guanchao, "And you, what kind of girlfriend are you looking for?"

Song Guanchao didn’t answer immediately but thought earnestly.

After a while, he said, "It seems I don’t have any special requirements either."

"Like you said, Secretary, I have to like her."

"What kind do you like?"

"Big waves."

"Big waves? Hair?"

Song Guanchao stared at her chest under the shirt and said, "Big... waves."

"???"

Wu Qiangwei was stunned for a couple of seconds, her cheeks turned red, and she gave him a sideways glance.

That glance was full of charm, making Song Guanchao’s heart flutter.

"Just kidding," Song Guanchao coughed and said, "Actually, I don’t have any huge requirements, but there’s one thing that’s a must."

"What’s that?"

"Marital life must be harmonious!"

Song Guanchao said seriously, "And even after getting married and having kids, there must still be enough personal space for a couple’s life."

Wu Qiangwei spat and said, "Your head is full of these things."

Song Guanchao said, "The matters between men and women are one of the most beautiful experiences in life. To go through life and death with someone you love and reach the peak, uniting spirit and flesh, is the ultimate emotional and physical experience you can imagine and achieve through normal means."

"..."

Facing his philosophically elevated answer, Wu Qiangwei was at a loss for words.

"Are you full?"

"Yes, full."

"Then let’s go."

Wu Qiangwei didn’t want to continue the discussion, afraid he might come up with more shocking comments.

Leaving the restaurant, Song Guanchao asked, "Secretary, are we going to meet the Provincial leaders tomorrow?"

"Why are you asking that?"

"Because the reporting session is on Monday, and we came early."

"You’re overthinking it, I just wanted to take a personal break over the weekend."

"Huh?"

This answer was a bit unexpected for Song Guanchao.

So, is this sneaking off for half a day of leisure, secretly vacationing?

Song Guanchao suddenly asked, "Do you want to see a movie?"

"Now?"

"Yes."

Wu Qiangwei felt a bit tempted, but also a bit hesitant.

Seeing she didn’t immediately oppose, Song Guanchao took out his phone and randomly bought two tickets for a movie.

"Let’s go, Secretary, let’s watch a movie."

"Oh..."

Wu Qiangwei, somewhat reluctant but willing, followed him to the mall.

It was already past nine, almost ten.

But the cinema was still lively.

Song Guanchao intended to choose a movie that wasn’t popular.

However, at this hour, how many people come to the movies actually to watch the film?

The cinema was packed, not a seat was empty.

After the movie started, they could occasionally hear murmurs from couples whispering sweet nothings.

Wu Qiangwei, however, watched very seriously, while Song Guanchao felt bored, not watching the movie, but instead focused on Wu Qiangwei’s profile.

By the time the movie ended, Song Guanchao was about to fall asleep.

Exiting the cinema, it was nearly midnight.

The businesses on either side of the pedestrian street had already turned off their lights and closed, pedestrians were sparse.

The two walked along the cobblestone path towards the hotel, Song Guanchao suddenly asked, "Want to go to a bar?"

Wu Qiangwei shook her head, "A bit tired."

Song Guanchao was slightly disappointed, but then he heard, "Let’s go tomorrow night."

"Okay!"

Their rooms were next to each other, Song Guanchao waited for her to enter before heading to his room.

After showering, he lay on the bed, unable to sleep.

Who knows what time it was when he finally fell asleep.

At seven o’clock, Song Guanchao’s biological clock woke him.

Remembering today was the weekend, Song Guanchao pulled the covers over his head and continued sleeping.

When he woke up again, it was already ten in the morning.

They met in the lobby, Wu Qiangwei had changed her clothes.

Still jeans, but the color was slightly lighter, and her shirt was now a soft light yellow short cake dress, just past her waist.

"Secretary, what time did you get up?"

"Just a little while ago."

"Then let’s eat first."

He thought Wu Qiangwei got up early and had already eaten, but it turns out she also slept in.

After eating, Song Guanchao checked out places to visit in Jiangzhou City.

In the afternoon, they went to the library, museum, memorial hall... and lastly took a turn at the zoo.

After playing all day, Song Guanchao was still energetic, but Wu Qiangwei seemed a bit tired.

Getting into the taxi, she took off her shoes and started massaging her feet.

Back near the hotel, after dinner at last night’s restaurant, Song Guanchao said, "There’s a bar street nearby, want to take a look?"

"Sure."

They went to the bar, Song Guanchao didn’t like noise, neither did Wu Qiangwei.

So they went to a quiet bar.

On the stage, a man and a woman, the man playing guitar, the woman singing.

The husky voice seemed full of stories, but Song Guanchao was not in the mood to appreciate it, preoccupied with the beautiful sight before him.

They stayed in the bar until around ten o’clock, then walked back to the hotel.

Outside her room, Wu Qiangwei took out her room card, and just as she was about to enter, Song Guanchao suddenly asked, "Secretary, do your feet hurt?"

"A bit sore."

"Let me massage them for you," Song Guanchao, like performing magic, pulled out a bottle of Trauma Wine from his pocket.

Wu Qiangwei opened her mouth slightly, "When did you buy that?"

"When you went to the restroom."

Song Guanchao said, "I noticed you kept rubbing your feet in the rental car, thought you might need it."

Wu Qiangwei’s expression was a bit complex, she couldn’t tell if she was happy or something else.

She walked over, took his room card to open the door, and then placed her own room card in his hand, saying, "Bring my bag over."

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