The heavy rain continued for three days.
Song Guanchao and Lin Wanqiu stayed in the hotel for three days.
On the second day, they switched to a presidential suite.
They ordered room service for all their meals and drinks.
During these three days, the stockings Lin Wanqiu brought were torn one after another by Song Guanchao. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
She changed into various skirts and outfits.
Wearing headpieces bought from a small accessory shop, she leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, the impact from Song Guanchao causing the headpiece to make a pleasant clinking sound.
She wore a cheongsam and straddled Song Guanchao, her movements becoming more fluid over time.
She donned a JK uniform and was placed on the desk in the living room by Song Guanchao, her legs spread wide, looking down at him entering and leaving her body.
In these three days, they didn’t stop for a moment.
Aside from eating and bathing, it was all about love and passion.
By the third night, Lin Wanqiu’s voice had become slightly hoarse.
She lay in Song Guanchao’s arms, recalling the experiences of these three days, like a dream, unreal.
The tickets they had booked for other scenic spots were all wasted.
In these three days, they hadn’t stepped out of the room even once.
The matters of love and passion intoxicated her, but she knew the real reason for her intoxication was Song Guanchao.
Song Guanchao was awakened by the alarm clock.
He had booked a plane ticket for four thirty a.m.
Originally, he planned to leave on Sunday evening, but Lin Wanqiu clung to him, not letting him go.
Lin Wanqiu was also awakened by the alarm clock.
"I have to go." Song Guanchao kissed her on the lips, sat up, and said, "You sleep a bit longer. Don’t go to work for a few days, take a good rest first."
Lin Wanqiu sat up, watching him getting dressed, suddenly feeling a bit lost.
Song Guanchao noticed her low mood and went over to hug her: "The flight is just two hours. If you have time, come over, and if I have time, I’ll come to see you."
"Okay." Lin Wanqiu picked up her clothes, saying: "I’ll see you off."
"No need, I can take a taxi myself..."
"I’ll see you off." Lin Wanqiu stubbornly repeated.
Song Guanchao smiled wryly and didn’t argue with her.
The airport wasn’t far.
At this time, there were no cars on the road.
Before four o’clock, they arrived.
After Song Guanchao completed the check-in procedures, Lin Wanqiu accompanied him to the waiting lounge, leaning her head on his shoulder.
Perhaps the scattered passengers nearby made her feel a bit livelier, and her mood wasn’t as low.
"I’m going to the restroom."
Song Guanchao stood up, and Lin Wanqiu suddenly followed him: "I’ll go too."
Arriving at the restroom, just as Song Guanchao entered, Lin Wanqiu suddenly followed him inside.
Lin Wanqiu pulled him hurriedly towards a stall.
Entering the stall, she immediately closed the door.
At this time, there weren’t many passengers around, and the restroom was empty.
As soon as the door closed, Lin Wanqiu embraced him, kissed him, and began to undo his pants.
Song Guanchao instinctively wanted to stop her but, noticing her low mood, let her continue.
Lin Wanqiu trembled, the sound she just made was immediately stifled by Song Guanchao’s mouth.
After all, it was in a public place, so Song Guanchao didn’t want to make too much noise.
But perhaps because it was the first time outside, Lin Wanqiu was more sensitive than in the hotel.
In just half an hour, she was almost constantly in a state of climax.
As Song Guanchao was about to release, ready to withdraw, Lin Wanqiu suddenly said, "It’s okay."
Song Guanchao hesitated slightly, then thrust deeply, expressing his love freely.
The intense love made Lin Wanqiu reach her peak once again, calming down after a long while.
Her lips slightly parted, she leaned quietly on Song Guanchao’s chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, saying: "Naughty boy, remember to miss me when you go back."
Song Guanchao caressed her silky hair, feeling the surge of her inner love.
As they exited the restroom, the passengers were already lining up to board.
Lin Wanqiu hugged him tightly. Song Guanchao chuckled, saying: "We’re in the 21st century now, not in the era of letter correspondence. Going abroad is just a plane ride away. If you miss me, I’ll come see you."
"No need, just focus on your work. No need to come over."
Forcing a smile, Lin Wanqiu covered her dependence and reluctance. Only after he entered the boarding gate did she secretly wipe the corners of her eyes.
She had been very happy and relaxed these days, though their total meeting time didn’t add up to a month, yet it felt like they had known each other for a decade.
Feelings are an unstoppable force when they arise.
Their beliefs aligned, and they shared common interests. Lin Wanqiu felt she might never meet a man who moved her in the future.
But she also knew that Song Guanchao had a girlfriend and certainly other women around him.
Naturally, she felt disappointed at times, but she was never one to wallow in self-pity.
She enjoyed the present, faced the future without fear, and never deliberately pursued being together.
Composing herself, Lin Wanqiu turned and left the airport.
At seven in the morning, Song Guanchao left the airport.
When he got home, Liang Jiajia had already gone to work.
He took a shower, changed clothes, and went straight to the City Committee.
Wu Qiangwei walked into the office, her eyes softening upon seeing his familiar figure.
"Secretary, good morning."
Song Guanchao put down the broom in his hand, saying: "I’ll make tea for you."
After brewing the tea, Song Guanchao planned to leave but was called back by Wu Qiangwei.
Holding the teacup, Wu Qiangwei asked: "I heard you encountered some trouble in Yanjing?"
She only knew the matter was resolved, but not the details.
She wasn’t trying to pry but was worried that Song Guanchao hadn’t resolved it thoroughly.
"Mm, encountered some rich kids. Secretary Zhang was slapped."
Zhang Meilin only mentioned some trouble with rich kids but didn’t mention being hit.
"It’s already resolved." Song Guanchao didn’t go into details.
She could see he was reluctant to discuss the specifics.
But she had to ask, just in case there were loose ends, she could help out.
"How did you resolve it?"
"I knew a leader from Yanjing from my time in the army. He helped mediate."
"Why didn’t you tell me?"
Wu Qiangwei reproached: "Owing people, favors make it hard to refuse them in the future."
Song Guanchao said: "I thought it was a minor issue, no need to trouble you, Secretary, and besides, it happened in Yanjing, I wasn’t sure if you had connections there."
With a sigh, Wu Qiangwei said: "In the future, tell me first if anything happens."
"Director Bao retired."
"What?" Wu Qiangwei suddenly said this, and Song Guanchao was puzzled: "Which Director Bao?"
"Bao Jianhua from the Finance Bureau."
Song Guanchao gasped, suddenly recalling something.
If he remembered correctly, Qu Xiangru had previously talked to him about wanting the Finance Bureau position.
The Hou Wen Case had caused many people to fall, particularly impacting the Dujiang City Finance Bureau.
Even the Lingjiang Finance Bureau, as a superior unit, suffered some repercussions, and Bao Jianhua was disciplined for it.
Yet, shortly after, Bao Jianhua suddenly retired.
To say that Qu Xiangru didn’t have a hand in this would be highly unlikely.