Official Career Storm
Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Chapter 85

"Sis, sis!"

The handsome guy kept up on the way, Wu Qiangwei walked swiftly, her pretty face ice cold, like a millennium-old stone of ice that never melts in the depth of winter.

"Sis, how did I upset you again..."

"Shut up!"

"..."

The handsome guy was Wu Ming, Wu Qiangwei’s younger brother.

Wu Ming felt both pained and wronged at this moment.

I just got here today, we agreed to have dinner, so why the sudden scolding?

Out of the mall, Wu Qiangwei got into the car and told the driver, "Back to Lingjiang."

Watching the sedan speed away, Wu Ming stood by the roadside, utterly confused.

"No, it can’t be about me."

Wu Ming’s belated realization clicked in; his sister definitely wasn’t targeting him.

"It seems like she saw something..."

After a moment of contemplation, Wu Ming noticed a detail.

He turned and went back upstairs, into the hot pot restaurant, and indeed saw that there was still a table there.

That very table was precisely where his sister had been looking.

He glanced over.

At that table, a man and a woman.

The woman was quite pretty, the man... huh, looked somewhat familiar.

He stared at Song Guanchao for a while, then suddenly remembered – this was his sister’s secretary.

What was his name again?

Oh right, Song Guanchao.

Wu Ming became even more puzzled; why had his sister gotten angry just from seeing her own secretary?

Wait a second.

This is the provincial city; her secretary should be in Lingjiang, so why is he here?

Filled with confusion, Wu Ming returned to his own table, ordered some dishes, and while eating, tried to figure it out but just couldn’t make sense of it.

Forget it, no more thinking.

After all, it was because of this secretary that his sister was upset.

But that anger was taken out on me.

No, I need to find a chance to deal with her secretary.

The dinner lasted until after ten in the evening, with two bottles of red wine consumed.

With that on top of what they had already drunk, both were somewhat tipsy.

After settling the bill, Song Guanchao offered, "Where do you live? I’ll take you."

Leaving the mall, Song Guanchao took a taxi with her to the guesthouse.

Standing in front of the guesthouse, Fu Ying asked, "Are you going back to Lingjiang tonight?"

"I’m not, I’ll go back early tomorrow."

"Then come up and sit for a bit."

Fu Ying swept her hair aside, her tone casual, as if inviting an old classmate to catch up on old times.

Song Guanchao hesitated a bit.

Though he had refuted what Lin Peng had said earlier that night, he somewhat believed it in his heart.

Fu Ying probably did have feelings for him.

And these feelings didn’t fade after they went their separate ways after graduation.

Instead, they had remained constant.

Seeing him standing there silently, Fu Ying let out a puff of laughter, "What’s the matter, am I some kind of monster that eats people? You don’t want to chat with an old classmate?"

At this point, it would be inappropriate to refuse further.

"Monsters aren’t as pretty as you."

Song Guanchao followed her into the guesthouse.

Fu Ying looked at him curiously, tilting her head, "Did you just say I’m pretty?"

"Yeah, why?" Song Guanchao was far from a shy young man; he wouldn’t blush faced with such questions.

"Nothing," Fu Ying clasped her hands behind her back, fiddling with her fingers, the corners of her mouth slightly lifting, "Just a little happy to be complimented."

"You’re too easily pleased," Song Guanchao said with a smile. "People like you are easily deceived by men."

"Really?"

Fu Ying arrived at the door, took out her keycard, pushed the door open, and turned on the light, looking at him with a playful smile, "Mr. Song, you’re quite confident. I’m not the naive girl I used to be, and it won’t be so simple to trick me. Don’t believe me? Try it."

Song Guanchao entered the room and said speechlessly, "How am I supposed to try that?"

Fu Ying propped up her chin and thought for two seconds before saying, "For example, you could say you drank too much tonight and want to stay over on the floor. Let’s see if I believe that."

Song Guanchao said, amused, "I’ve drunk too much tonight, can I stay over?"

"Sure."

"???"

The smile on Song Guanchao’s face froze, as Fu Ying’s eyes appeared to hold a pond of autumn water, a cunning flash at their depths.

He coughed lightly, "I was just joking."

"So was I." Fu Ying giggled softly, pointing towards the bathroom, "Do you want to take a shower?"

Then she added, "I’m not joking this time."

"No thanks, it seems inconvenient."

"What’s the matter, scared I’ll peek at you?"

"As if, it would be to my advantage if I took a peek."

"Then go take a shower." Fu Ying looked at him with smiling eyes, making Song Guanchao feel like he was in a difficult position.

He gritted his teeth, "Fine, I’ll shower!"

He rushed into the bathroom, quickly stripped off his clothes, and turned on the hot water to wash his body.

As the hot water washed over him, his drunkenness faded somewhat.

He suddenly realized, was Fu Ying taking the initiative?

She couldn’t possibly...

As he was pondering, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Song Guanchao turned his head.

A nearly perfect ketone body stood at the door, forcefully invading his vision.

The slender shoulders, full and upright breasts, a willowy waist like a breeze through willows, the faintly visible abdominal lines, and those smooth, shapely legs, along with that porcelain-white, full protrusion...

Song Guanchao suddenly felt his throat dry.

Fu Ying stepped on the cold tiles and came over, tilting her face up at him, her tender cheeks blushing faintly, whether from the wine or from shyness.

Her eyes held a hint of bashfulness, but more than that, determination and love.

"You say you like me, let’s see if I believe you," said Fu Ying in a calm voice, but Song Guanchao still heard a tremor.

The stalled mind of Song Guanchao regained some ability to think, "I... I like you."

"I like you too."

Damn it!

He’d been played!

But in this situation, who cares about being played or not!

Song Guanchao pulled her into his arms, Fu Ying stood on her toes, her beautiful eyes gently closed, her long eyelashes quivering, as she offered up her red lips.

Song Guanchao kissed her mouth, moving along her teeth into her mouth, exploring every corner, seizing her saliva, their tongues entwining.

Song Guanchao’s hands moved down to grip her round, firm buttocks tightly, like kneading dough, then one hand reached for her fullness.

Fu Ying moaned continuously, gasping repeatedly.

After a passionate kiss, they moved onto the bed.

Song Guanchao sobered up a lot and, looking at the woman in his arms, he suddenly struggled.

Fu Ying saw his struggle and said, "Say you’ll just rub a little and not go in, let’s see if I believe that."

"..." Song Guanchao’s brain nearly exploded.

Screw it, no more overthinking!

To back down now, he really wouldn’t be a man!

"I’ll just rub, not go in!" he said through clenched teeth.

"Okay." Fu Ying shyly lowered her gaze and softly replied.

Tonight, he was completely captivated by this woman!

He grabbed Fu Ying’s raised buttocks and rubbed back and forth on the edge of danger.

The woman in his arms panted and moaned melodiously, her enticing body twisting like a python, impossible to resist.

Fu Ying, lost in desire, quivered lightly, whispering, "If you can’t help it, come in."

That statement was like a battle cry.

Song Guanchao flipped her beneath him, spread her beautiful legs with his knees, and just as he was about to plunge deep, he suddenly said, "No condom."

Fu Ying hooked her arms around his neck, "Then go without."

After saying this, she kissed his mouth.

Song Guanchao hesitated no longer, slowly and firmly pressing in.

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