Official Career Storm
Chapter 674

Chapter 674: Chapter 674

Xu Zi suddenly appeared here, and Song Guanchao surely knew her intentions.

This woman is a textbook opportunist.

As long as she can achieve her goals, she’ll sacrifice anything.

To a woman like her, offering her body is the least significant price.

Things like chastity simply don’t exist in her mind.

Of course, Song Guanchao wouldn’t mind having a go.

But he was afraid of catching something!

Who knows how many people have boarded this bus? Down there, it’s probably so loose that even he couldn’t fill it.

"Miss Xu, please have some self-respect," Song Guanchao pushed her away.

Xu Zi looked resentful, licking her lips with her tongue, "Mr. Song, I’m just lost. Can I stay over at your place for the night?"

"Lost?"

Song Guanchao chuckled, "I don’t think Miss Xu is lost, just itching for some fun, you ought to call the British police."

Xu Zi froze.

British police?

What does it mean?

After a while, she realized that Song Guanchao was making a pun.

British police, interrogate...

A trace of anger flashed in her eyes but she didn’t show it, gently pushed Song Guanchao, and coyly said, "You’re annoying, Mr. Song. You’re making me blush."

Song Guanchao raised both hands, "Miss Xu, men and women should maintain distance. If you’re itching, go to a bar in Sanlitun and drink until you hit the sidewalk. There’s always someone untethered by cleanliness to collect the corpse. If you’re lucky, you might encounter a group, three or five at once, sure to make you scream in ecstasy."

"..."

These straightforward and nearly vulgar words could even penetrate Xu Zi, who is usually indifferent about her body.

She wanted to maintain her composure, but she really couldn’t anymore.

"You, you..."

"I’m going to sleep; goodnight Miss Xu."

Song Guanchao slammed the door shut.

Xu Zi stood at the door, hopping mad.

She bit her lip hard, knowing Song Guanchao looked down on her, leaving with anger and humiliation.

Back in the room, Song Guanchao sent a message to Zhang Meilin and Fu Ying: "I’m back."

A few minutes later, Zhang Meilin ran up to knock on the door.

Song Guanchao opened the door, Zhang Meilin looked him up and down, making sure he hadn’t been harmed, then heaved a sigh of relief.

"Glad you’re alright."

"Alright then, hurry back to sleep."

"Guanchao, thanks for tonight."

"No need for thanks between us."

Just as Zhang Meilin left, Fu Ying arrived.

Zhang Meilin said, "He’s fine."

"Let me check."

Fu Ying went over and knocked on the door.

Zhang Meilin left first.

Song Guanchao opened the door to see her.

Fu Ying turned her head, confirmed Zhang Meilin got into the elevator, and then walked into the room.

The moment she entered the room, she didn’t mind Song Guanchao’s strong smell of alcohol, Fu Ying embraced him, her fiery lips kissing his mouth.

She took off Song Guanchao’s clothes, tightly hugging him with the tender body beneath her nightwear.

What happened tonight really terrified her.

All night, she was worried and scared.

As they kissed, Song Guanchao suddenly felt a salty taste in his mouth.

When he opened his eyes, Fu Ying was crying.

He quickly stopped, holding her, sitting on the bed: "What’s wrong?"

Fu Ying sobbed lightly, wiping her tears, "I was scared you’d be hurt."

"What are you afraid of? I told you, I could handle it."

Song Guanchao wiped her tears, patting her bottom, "What’s a few spoiled brats? If I can’t handle this little thing, how could I be your man?"

Leaned against his shoulder, listening to his words, Fu Ying suddenly felt very safe.

After a while, her emotions gradually calmed. She sat up, "You go take a shower."

Song Guanchao stood up, lifting her with him: "Let’s shower together!"

Fu Ying lightly punched his chest, "It’s my risky period. You didn’t use protection during the day."

"It’s fine, I can control it."

"Even if you can’t hold back, it’s alright."

Fu Ying said softly, "I’ll buy the medicine tomorrow."

"What medicine!" Song Guanchao said, "If you get pregnant, just have the baby!"

Fu Ying’s eyes lit up, suddenly feeling all sweet inside.

She had never discussed this topic with Song Guanchao.

Because she was afraid of getting a disappointing answer.

Walking into the bathroom, moments later there were sounds of gasping and bodies colliding.

A night of revelry, until the early hours, Song Guanchao sent Fu Ying downstairs.

The next day, Song Guanchao was woken by a phone call.

From Zhang Meilin.

"Hey, Brother Zhang."

It’s only eight o’clock.

He forgot to tell Zhang Meilin he wasn’t returning today.

Just as he was about to explain, Zhang Meilin said, "Guanchao, Li He is here."

Li He?

Song Guanchao sat up, "What’s he here for?"

"Said he’s here to apologize."

Song Guanchao understood, "At the door?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I’ll be right there."

Song Guanchao grabbed his clothes, slipped into his slippers, and headed to the fifth floor.

Li He and several other second-generation rich kids were all standing at the door.

Zhang Meilin opened the door, standing inside.

These few suddenly showed up this morning, saying they wanted to apologize.

Their tone was sincere, expressions likewise, genuinely here to apologize.

But Zhang Meilin still felt something was off.

When they saw Song Guanchao coming, they immediately stood straight, respectfully, "Mr. Song."

They made way, Song Guanchao headed to the room without looking back, "Come in."

The few followed him in obediently.

Song Guanchao sat down, "You’re here to apologize?"

Li He said, "Yes, Mr. Song, last night we..."

Song Guanchao raised his hand, "Stop, it’s not me you owe an apology, it’s Brother Zhang."

The few turned to Zhang Meilin, "Mr. Zhang, I’m sorry, I drank too much last night, I shouldn’t have acted out, please forgive me."

"Shouldn’t have acted out?"

Song Guanchao smiled faintly, "So just a ’sorry’ and it’s all over?"

"How about I break your limbs and then go to the hospital to say sorry?"

These words made the few shiver with fear.

They knew Song Guanchao really could do such a thing.

"I, I..." Li He swallowed nervously, suddenly his heart hardened, and he slapped himself hard.

Zhang Meilin was startled, quickly looked at Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao’s expression remained unchanged, quietly watching his performance.

Li He continued slapping.

"Slap-slap!"

After over a dozen slaps, his face visibly swelled.

"Enough." Song Guanchao called to stop, Li He halted.

Song Guanchao said, "Bring your face over."

Li He internally steamed, he had slapped himself, yet Song Guanchao was still unsatisfied.

But he didn’t dare show anger, obediently extending his face.

Song Guanchao turned his head, "Brother Zhang, how he hit you yesterday, now, hit him back."

"Guanchao..."

"Brother Zhang." Song Guanchao spoke calmly, "You belong to Minister Zhou, and I owe Minister Zhou a favor. Of course, this matter is outside that favor."

"Minister Zhou is currently in a honeymoon phase with Secretary Wu, so you’re a person of Secretary Wu."

"I’m not someone who enjoys losing."

"He hit you, it’s like hitting me."

Song Guanchao lit a cigarette, gesturing with his cigarette-holding hand, "You can hit however you like, cripple him, ruin him, even kill him! In Yanjing, no one would dare trouble you."

"If you don’t hit, spreading around would say that any random cat or dog can step on Song Guanchao’s friends."

"Who would dare deal with me in the future?"

This speech made Zhang Meilin’s heart skip a beat while Li He and his companions felt even more scared.

They suddenly realized, behind Song Guanchao, besides Luo Ke Gong and Yang Xiong, there seemed to be even greater influence!