Official Career Storm
Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Chu Xiao’e picked up a document and handed it to him.

When Song Guanchao took it, he noticed Chu Xiao’e hadn’t let go.

Looking up, he saw her staring at him.

"Flattery and sycophancy, stopping at nothing to climb the ranks, ha, our newly appointed Secretary Wu really has an insightful vision and a divine knack for selection!"

The sarcastic and discontent tone was unmistakable, even to a deaf person.

What puzzled Song Guanchao was, I don’t even know you, what’s with the sarcasm right off the bat?

With a veiled barb, Song Guanchao retorted, "They say leaders select secretaries just like themselves; Secretary Xu truly embodies Secretary Chu’s profound teachings."

A flicker of cold light flashed through Chu Xiao’e’s eyes, and suddenly she raised her hand to slap him.

Smack!

Song Guanchao caught her wrist, stepped forward, pressing her step by step until she was backed up against the desk.

Her perky, plump buttocks pressed against the edge of the desk with nowhere to retreat.

But Song Guanchao kept pressing on, pinning her body down, stretching out his left hand to firmly embrace her voluptuous waist, and yanked her towards him.

Immediately, their bodies were in seamless, tight contact.

Chu Xiao’e was stunned by his actions, staring blankly, momentarily unable to react.

By the time she came to her senses, about to chastise him, Song Guanchao suddenly whispered, "Secretary Chu, you might want to keep it down a little, or others might hear and get the wrong idea, oh."

"You..." Chu Xiao’e bit her lip tightly, feeling a mix of panic and anger.

She would never have expected that Song Guanchao, just a lowly secretary, would dare to do such a thing to her!

"Let go!" she gritted through her teeth.

"Tsk, Secretary Chu’s waist is really soft; I don’t feel like letting go," he said.

Not only did Song Guanchao not let go, but he pressed forward even more.

Her body was indeed exceptional, and Song Guanchao was already responding.

Chu Xiao’e also felt something hard pressing against a sensitive spot.

This extremely intimate contact left her infuriated, yet she dared not raise her voice.

If an outsider were to see, it would be indefensible with a mouthful of explanations.

"Let go!" she inhaled deeply, admonishing him again in a low voice.

"Does Secretary Chu have some issues with me?"

Song Guanchao’s hand, which had been on her waist, moved down to grasp her raised buttocks, squeezing hard, kneading it as if it were dough.

Hiss!

The texture, simply indescribable.

Chu Xiao’e’s cheeks flushed, her eyes watery, obviously showing a reaction from being touched.

Her voice trembling, she cursed, "You little beast, let go!"

Song Guanchao’s anger flared at her insult, and he slipped his hand directly down the waistband of her trousers.

With no fabric in the way, the delicate, springy flesh of her buttocks made Song Guanchao’s heart surge with pleasure.

Chu Xiao’e was terrified by his actions.

Song Guanchao kneaded for quite a while before finally slipping his finger inside and stirring fiercely a few times, flustering her into a state of overflooding. Then he withdrew his hand.

Afterward, he ruthlessly kneaded her full breasts.

Just as he had expected, they were too much for one hand to handle.

After having his fill, Song Guanchao finally let go of her and retreated a few steps.

Chu Xiao’e propped herself up on the desk, barely maintaining her standing posture.

But her bent knees and gasping expression betrayed her complete lack of strength.

Song Guanchao picked up the document, smiling, "Secretary Chu, I’ll be taking my leave now; you take your time with your work."

After he left, Chu Xiao’e cursed under her breath, "Bastard!"

Song Guanchao was a calm person, but also an impulsive one.

However, he was not impulsively foolish.

He had a rough understanding of the political landscape of Lingjiang.

Lingjiang’s officialdom was in chaos, with the top two leaders unable to control the situation and factions proliferating at lower levels, teeming with bigwigs.

Although it was his first encounter with Wu Xiao’e, he was certain from this woman’s overly simplistic brain cells that she likely did not have any powerful connections backing her.

If she had connections, Song Guanchao wouldn’t be afraid to offend her.

If not, Song Guanchao would be even less afraid to offend her.

Don’t be fooled by her being a standing committee member of the City Committee, the No. 1 housekeeper of the City Committee.

However, standing committee members also varied in rank.

The Secretary General’s ranking within the standing committee was always towards the end, and the actual power carried was very low, even less than some Vice Mayors.

It only involved speech rights at three levels of decision-making meetings.

But the Secretary General was, after all, in a service position, more often than not representing the Secretary in coordinating and handling affairs with little power of decision-making. The departments he could manage were limited to the City Committee Office, including departments like petitions, confidential documents, and government affairs management bureau, leaving quite a narrow scope of power extension.

The only factor worth noting was her age.

She joined the standing committee at 30.

To outsiders, she must have had a very strong background.

This background could be in the city or possibly at the provincial level.

Rumors had it that her connections were in the province, but Song Guanchao tended more to believe that she had no connections!

Song Guanchao speculated that her progression into such a young standing committee member was more likely a deliberate act under the manipulation of the big tigers in Lingjiang’s officialdom.

Choosing a young woman to enter the standing committee, in order to confuse some people and let outsiders mistakenly think she had strong connections and a background for the purpose of balancing the situation.

This wasn’t mere speculation but based on some evidence.

If she really had connections in the province, then the position of this term’s executive deputy secretary should have been hers, rather than bringing Wu Qiangwei from the province.

Therefore, he wasn’t the least bit afraid that Chu Xiao’e would retaliate against him.

She didn’t have the ability.

Returning to his office, after handing over the documents to Wu Qiangwei, Song Guanchao went back to his seat.

At noon, Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, it’s time for lunch."

"You go ahead," Wu Qiangwei was still deep in work.

Song Guanchao silently closed the door and dashed toward the canteen.

Upon reaching the entrance of the canteen, Wu Yun sent a message: "Going to have lunch?"

"Can’t do it now, I need to get lunch for the Secretary, she has something to discuss with me afterward."

"Okay," Wu Yun sounded down, but she knew that it was Song Guanchao’s first day as Secretary, and it was time for him to make a good impression.

Song Guanchao packed two portions of food and left.

Just out of the canteen, he bumped into Secretary Xu.

Secretary Xu didn’t give him a pleasant look, almost rolling her eyes to the sky.

Song Guanchao glanced behind her: "How come Secretary Chu isn’t with you?"

"The Secretary General is very busy, no time for lunch."

"That busy, huh? Let me check." Song Guanchao took out his phone and pretended to operate it for a while, then said, "Wow, she really is quite busy. She asked me to get her some lunch and take it to her."

Secretary Xu was taken aback: "How is that possible?"

"How is it not possible? If you don’t believe me, ask Secretary Chu yourself."

Song Guanchao turned around and packed another portion of food.

Carrying three portions of food, Song Guanchao first arrived at Secretary Chu’s office.

Without knocking, he just pushed the door and went in.

Chu Xiao’e was sitting at her desk looking at documents, and when she heard the door open, she looked up instinctively.

When she saw Song Guanchao, she was startled, about to scold him, but Song Guanchao had already closed the door and was walking over.

The anger in her eyes died down, replaced by a flicker of panic.

"What, what are you doing?"

Song Guanchao smiled and handed over the meal: "Man needs food as a sword needs whetstone, Secretary Chu. Even if you’re busy with work, you can’t forget to eat. Here, I got it all ready for you, please eat."

He opened the lunch box and walked out.

Looking at the food on the table and Song Guanchao’s retreating figure, Chu Xiao’e snorted softly.

Thinking of what had happened in the morning, a nameless anger rose in Chu Xiao’e’s heart.

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