Ever since Song Guanchao found out about the relationship between Wu Ming and Wu Qiangwei, the frustration he had been feeling had long since dissipated.
Catching sight of Wu Ming’s constipated expression, Song Guanchao felt like laughing.
This kid seemed to be a bit afraid of Wu Qiangwei.
It was probably the oppression that comes from blood ties.
Exiting the elevator, Wu Qiangwei opened the door and entered the house, then handed him a pair of men’s slippers.
Song Guanchao eyed the slippers and purposefully said, "Are these Wu Ming’s slippers?"
Wu Qiangwei affirmed with a sound and said, "He occasionally stays over."
Maintaining his previous demeanor, Song Guanchao responded coolly, "I’m not used to wearing other people’s shoes."
He took off his shoes and walked barefoot on the floor.
Wu Qiangwei didn’t say anything, and Song Guanchao asked, "Secretary, what is your relationship with Wu Ming now?"
"You shouldn’t ask that." Her voice was emotionless.
But Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, I need to know if I can trust him. I’m not comfortable putting my back in the hands of someone I know nothing about."
"Secretary, you and him..." Song Guanchao feigned hesitation, "You guys haven’t, you know, done that... have you?"
Wu Qiangwei’s moving figure paused slightly, a bit of annoyance and embarrassment in her voice as she turned away, "That’s my private life, it’s none of your business."
Song Guanchao insisted, "But I still need to know who he really is, right?"
"You don’t need to know," Wu Qiangwei changed the subject, "Take care of that Feng Sheng for me."
"What’s up with him?"
Wu Qiangwei was a bit exasperated, "He always comes over to chat whenever I run, and it’s seriously affecting me."
Although good-looking men were eye-pleasing, a man like Feng Sheng, who dressed immaculately and even did makeup, was not her type.
Every time she saw him, she felt a bit nauseous inside but couldn’t show it.
"Okay, leave this to me."
Wu Qiangwei went inside and closed the door, then changed her clothes.
Suddenly feeling the urge to pee, Song Guanchao called through the door, "Secretary, may I use the restroom?"
A voice came back from inside the room, and Song Guanchao turned to enter the bathroom.
He lifted the toilet seat and, while relieving himself, pondered how to deal with Feng Sheng.
Wu Qiangwei’s intention was for him to disappear for a while, to stop popping up in front of her all the time.
"Then, I’ll just have to beat him up."
Song Guanchao’s methods were always brutal.
But the question was how to beat him up.
Behind Feng Sheng was Yunhai Club, but whether it was the club’s behind-the-scenes owner or someone else, it was hard to determine.
Therefore, it was fine to deal with Feng Sheng, but not to alarm the person behind him.
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Something out of the corner of his eye caught Song Guanchao’s attention, and he turned to look.
On the wall to the left of the toilet, there was a portable hook, on which hung a pair of black panties.
"This is..." He reached out, took them down, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Clearly, they were Wu Qiangwei’s panties.
And it seemed they were recently removed and had yet to be washed.
Faint traces could be seen upon them.
Song Guanchao swallowed, unconsciously brought them closer, and took a sniff.
Surprisingly, there was no unpleasant smell; on the contrary, there was a faint fragrance.
After making this motion, Song Guanchao quickly put them back, his face growing somewhat red.
He even thought that his own behavior just now was a bit perverse.
Feeling a bit guilty, he glanced at the door; thankfully, it hadn’t been seen, or else he didn’t know what kind of look Wu Qiangwei would give him.
When he emerged from the restroom, Wu Qiangwei had already changed her clothes.
She wore a black dress that didn’t reach her knees, simple in design yet not old-fashioned.
Dignified and stable with a touch of sexiness.
The dress had a strap design, with her fair and delicate collarbone exposed to the air.
The neckline was slightly low, gathering an alluring cleavage that instinctively drew the gaze.
She had let her hair down, casually draped over her shoulders, and her ink-black tresses made her porcelain skin even more striking.
Wu Qiangwei frowned slightly, "What are you looking at?"
"Ahem, nothing," Song Guanchao averted his gaze and said, "Secretary, are you going to wear that?"
Wu Qiangwei looked down at herself, "Is there a problem with this dress?"
Song Guanchao pointed at her shoulder, "Isn’t it revealing too much? Isn’t it inappropriate for tonight’s occasion?"
After all, it was a government-organized business dinner, and she was the Secretary.
If it were a private dinner, that would be fine.
For such a formal occasion, attire was critical, and this long dress was a bit too unrestrained.
"There is another one on the outside," Wu Qiangwei said indifferently. "I’ll go to the restroom; can you get it for me from the closet?"
As Wu Qiangwei entered the restroom, the first thing she saw was the underwear hanging on the hook.
Her face flushed with worry—had Song Guanchao seen it just now?
But then she thought, so what if he saw it?
Lifting her dress to turn and sit down, she suddenly sensed something amiss.
Her eyes fixated on the hook, her brows gradually furrowing.
She distinctly remembered that this pair of underwear was hanging on the first hook on the left.
But now, it was on the second hook.
Had he taken it down?
Wu Qiangwei pursed her lips, her thoughts in violent turmoil, a chaotic swirl of ideas flooding her mind.
What did he do after taking it down?
That bastard was too audacious!
She cursed inwardly, reaching under her dress to pull down her underwear to her knees and sat down on the toilet. Yet her thoughts remained fixated on the underwear on the hook.
This was the first time Song Guanchao entered Wu Qiangwei’s boudoir.
Since the house was rented, the decor came with it.
The wardrobe was large, with sliding doors.
Not knowing what coat Wu Qiangwei was referring to, he could only rely on his sense of aesthetics to search.
"This should be the one."
He picked up a beige mid-sleeve short coat, ready to leave, when he suddenly caught sight of the left side of the closet.
There, one after another, lingerie was neatly stacked.
Song Guanchao glanced over it, quite surprised.
The Secretary’s lingerie collection was extensive.
Variety of styles, array of colors.
"This..." His attention was suddenly captured by a pair of panties that made him widen his eyes.
This pair had only a thin strip of fabric on each side, and the modesty patch at the base was no larger than a palm.
Song Guanchao felt his body getting hot.
His mind couldn’t help but conjure up an image of Wu Qiangwei wearing such underwear.
As he dwelled on the thought, he uncontrollably reacted.
"Dammit, can’t look."
He hurriedly looked away and turned to leave.
Just as he reached the door, he stopped.
Looking down at his tented trousers, his face filled with vexation.
If the Secretary saw this, who knows what she would think of me.
The more he tried not to think about it, the more he did.
He dawdled for several minutes until he heard Wu Qiangwei’s footsteps from outside, "Haven’t you found it yet?"
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