The celebration banquet lasted until after ten o’clock at night before it ended.
Song Guanchao stood in the parking lot, watching as drivers-for-hire drove one by one to take them away.
Soon, only Xu Xin, Zhou Qian, and Lin Wanqiu were left at the entrance.
The driver-for-hire drove Zhou Qian’s car over, Zhou Qian said, "Director Xu, ride with me."
Xu Xin looked at Song Guanchao, and he nodded, "Get in the car."
After getting in the car, Xu Xin reported an address.
When the car reached the community, Song Guanchao said, "You all head back first. I’ll take Director Xu home and then leave on my own."
Zhou Qian said, "It’s alright, we’ll wait for you downstairs."
Song Guanchao felt he couldn’t refuse anymore; otherwise, it would be too obvious.
"Director Xu, go up."
"No need," Xu Xin said, "I can go up by myself."
"Okay." Xu Xin turned back, smiled, and nodded to Zhou Qian and Lin Wanqiu, then turned and walked into the building with Song Guanchao.
In the elevator, Xu Xin held her bag with both hands, hanging it in front of her legs, her luscious long legs under the dark blue pinstriped suit pants pressed together, revealing a perfectly alluring gap between the thighs.
She turned her head slightly, sneaking a look at Song Guanchao.
She suddenly hoped that the elevator would malfunction.
That way, she could spend more time with Song Guanchao.
The elevator door opened, bursting her fantasy.
At the doorstep, Song Guanchao stood to the side, watching her open the door.
Her silhouette was graceful and gentle, with an elegant and mature temperament, and her profile was almost flawless.
Below the collar of her shirt, the soft bosom pressed together creating a fair semi-circle where the green blood vessels could be clearly seen.
Xu Xin opened the door, looked up and said, "Song..."
Song Guanchao suddenly stepped over, his tall figure blocking the ceiling light in the corridor, like a mountain looming.
The intense presence abruptly approached, making Xu Xin momentarily hold her breath instinctively.
Until her body was pulled into his embrace by Song Guanchao’s arm, touching his solid body, the skin contact acted like a switch, unleashing her body’s longing all at once.
Song Guanchao lowered his head for a kiss, enveloping her lips as if unsatisfied with desire.
She could feel the fire of lust in Song Guanchao’s body, almost burning her completely.
In just a few short seconds, it seemed lengthy as if hours had passed.
Song Guanchao squeezed her buttocks, causing creases in the pants.
Xu Xin lifted her passionate and shy eyes, looking at Song Guanchao’s precisely chiseled features, feeling herself sinking entirely.
Normally, they only have brief nodding acquaintances, without work intersections, they wouldn’t see each other even once a day.
In front of others, he never steps over the line.
The abstinent aura he exudes captivates her completely, making her intoxicated.
That brief moment of initiative and somewhat rough kissing stirred an impulse, she wanted Song Guanchao to tear her clothes apart viciously and treat her brutally.
Enter her body in the most uncouth way.
In that moment, she had countless shameful thoughts she would never entertain normally.
Squelching the desires erupting like a volcano within her, Xu Xin lingered as she entered her home.
Returning downstairs.
Getting into the car.
Song Guanchao said, "Let’s take Miss Lin to the hotel first. Later, I want to talk to Miss Lin about something."
"I’m staying at Xiao Qian’s place tonight."
Song Guanchao was momentarily stunned, glanced at the two women, then uttered a sound of acknowledgment.
About twenty minutes later, the car stopped.
After the driver-for-hire left, Zhou Qian said, "Secretary Song, come up for a cup of tea."
"It’s too late, better..."
"Didn’t you say you wanted to discuss something with Sister Wanqiu?"
"..." In truth, Song Guanchao did have business to discuss with her, not an exploration of human mysteries, but actual matters.
A few minutes later, they arrived at Zhou Qian’s home.
Zhou Qian brought out two bottles of tea drink, "You and Sister Wanqiu have a chat, I’ll go take a shower."
After she went into the bathroom, Lin Wanqiu smiled and asked, "What do you need me for?"
Lin Wanqiu’s smile froze, then she understood what he meant, gently kicked him, "Little rascal."
Song Guanchao smoothly grabbed her foot, slid it up his pant leg, and touched her calf.
Lin Wanqiu felt her face turning crimson from the touch, whispering, "Don’t, Xiao Qian is still at home."
"Are you going back? Got anything to do?" Song Guanchao ignored her protest and suddenly asked.
"Whether I have something to do or not depends on myself."
Lin Wanqiu said, "My work is quite free, the interviews arranged by the superiors, if I don’t want to do them, I can directly decline." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Do you have something that requires my help?"
"Yes." Song Guanchao said, "I want you to investigate something."
Lin Wanqiu was willing to stay.
"Aren’t you curious about what exactly I’m asking you to investigate? What if there’s danger?"
"Even if there is, I’m not afraid." Lin Wanqiu quickly glanced toward the bathroom, then flung herself into his arms, "Anyway, you’ll protect me."
Song Guanchao chuckled.
The task he planned for Lin Wanqiu was indeed somewhat dangerous, but the level of risk was controllable.
Truth be told, Lin Wanqiu wasn’t the most suitable choice.
Song Guanchao originally intended to ask Zhou Qian, but Zhou Qian was even less suitable.
Lin Wanqiu, at least, was an outsider; there weren’t many locals who knew her.
Song Guanchao said, "I’ve received information that regarding the Fengmen Building old city renovation project, the compensation for certain demolition areas provided by the city is below market value. Conduct a covert interview and explore the specifics."
"Later, I’ll give you a number, contact them before the interview, and they’ll protect you."
He stood up, "I’ll head back first, you should rest early."
While standing by the roadside waiting for the car, Song Guanchao called Lu Feng, asking him to arrange Li Zhijun and others to connect with Lin Wanqiu tomorrow, ensuring her protection.
Early the next morning, Song Guanchao caught the early high-speed train, arriving in Guangyue City by nine-thirty in the morning.
He took a brief rest in the hotel and dialed Tu Zhaorui’s number.
The first call didn’t go through.
He didn’t call again.
About twenty minutes later, Tu Zhaorui returned the call.
"Mayor Tu, would it be convenient to meet up?"
Tu Zhaorui was somewhat surprised.
Did he come to Guangyue City specifically to meet him?
"I have a meeting at noon that I can’t postpone. In the afternoon, after three o’clock, come to Junxian Pavilion."
At three in the afternoon.
Song Guanchao arrived at Junxian Pavilion teahouse, and simultaneously received a text from Tu Zhaorui.
Entering the teahouse, he reported a private room number. A young girl dressed in a high-slit cheongsam led him to the second floor, entering a private room.
The private room had wide floor-to-ceiling windows, curtains drawn tightly with no gap.
Tu Zhaorui was already seated at the tea table, the tea girl wearing a blue cheongsam embroidered with peonies was performing traditional tea art.
"Secretary Song, have a seat."
Song Guanchao sat down, not rushing to speak, but instead looked at the tea girl.
Tu Zhaorui noticed his gaze and said, "Secretary Song, what brings you to find me?"
His gaze clearly conveyed that what he wanted to discuss was not convenient with others present.
Tu Zhaorui evidently understood his implication, yet still let him speak directly.
This indicated that this teahouse was under his jurisdiction.
People here wouldn’t speak recklessly.
This Mayor Tu isn’t simple indeed.
Been in Guangyue City for just two or three months and already established his territory.
This ability is evident.
Song Guanchao held the teacup, sipped lightly, and said, "Mayor Tu, if I help you take down Qin Yuejin, how will you thank me?"