Official Career Storm

Chapter 1634

"Huh~"

Song Guanchao panted, slowly withdrawing from her body.

Wu Qiangwei was already limp and exhausted.

She lay sideways on the bed, her legs still in a splits position.

The lingering pleasure still coursed through her body, teasing her, as her hips occasionally twitched gently.

Song Guanchao watched the love juice slowly flow from her body, feeling a profound sense of satisfaction deep within.

After two rounds, he surprisingly felt aroused again.

Suppressing this urge, he lay down, gave Wu Qiangwei’s tired little face a gentle peck, and teasingly asked, "Was it good?"

"Hmm~" Wu Qiangwei rolled her eyes at him playfully, propped herself on her arms, and sat up in bed.

Her legs slowly came together, and suddenly, her brows furrowed slightly, sensing something odd.

She glanced down at herself and squeezed her legs together, feeling the moistness trickling between her thighs. She hurriedly tried to get out of bed.

But as soon as she landed, her legs gave way, almost causing her to fall.

She had to sit by the bed for a while to recover before limping toward the bathroom.

After some time, she emerged wrapped in a bathrobe.

Song Guanchao was already dressed and, seeing her come out, stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, saying, "I’ll head back now, you should get some rest."

He paused before adding, "If you miss me, just text me."

Wu Qiangwei gave a soft snort, and Song Guanchao chuckled a few times, kissed her on the forehead, and left the room.

After he left, Wu Qiangwei lay in bed, her large eyes staring at the ceiling, her mind replaying the recent events.

She touched her behind, that place... something she never even thought about before.

Yet, the experience was truly unique and novel.

Though a bit strange.

...

Song Guanchao returned to his room and only then checked his phone, seeing messages from Zeng Li, Lin Wanqiu, and Fu Ying, even a message from Jiang Yiren.

He quickly replied, saying he had just finished chatting with Wu Qiangwei.

The women had been waiting for his response and seeing him finish at this hour, although eager to see him, it was indeed too late.

Having been up all night, dawn was about to break.

Even if Song Guanchao was iron-willed, he couldn’t withstand it and needed rest.

...

Director Hou leaned back in his office.

To be honest, he was really contemplating whether to kick out Director Qi and the others.

Anyway, Secretary Xue and the others had already been brought back.

After much deliberation, he called Secretary Zhuang to discuss his thoughts.

This time, Secretary Zhuang was decisive and straightforward about their plan.

Previously claiming credit could still be attributed to Director Hou.

But now, having already reached an understanding with Lu Zhizhong through phone discussions, it wasn’t appropriate to go back on their word.

He didn’t want to stir up more trouble either.

Especially since the inspection team was involved, solving it independently in Wu Province was no longer possible.

Director Hou was regretful, but Secretary Zhuang’s concerns were valid, so he didn’t say more.

...

Song Guanchao woke up, and it was already three in the afternoon.

Realizing that he had slept for almost ten hours.

With a full night’s rest, Song Guanchao felt invigorated.

He took a warm shower, picked up the clothes he hadn’t changed in a day, and brushed his teeth while checking his phone.

No missed calls or unread messages, the women must still be asleep.

Just as he thought of this, Lin Wanqiu messaged him.

"Awake?"

"Just woke up, was about to find you. We really do have a deep connection."

"Smooth talker."

"Eh, how did you know my tongue is smooth?"

The bold flirtation made Lin Wanqiu blush, "Which room are you staying in?"

They had come to the hotel together that morning, and she and Su Nanzhi had taken their room cards and left without knowing precisely which room Song Guanchao was in.

"Getting ready for you." Song Guanchao replied.

Lin Wanqiu didn’t reply, knowing she was shy.

After washing up, Song Guanchao walked out the door.

He remembered Lin Wanqiu was staying downstairs.

Arriving downstairs, he soon found Lin Wanqiu’s room by following the room number.

Without knocking, he picked up his phone to send a message.

Just as the screen lit up, the door in front of him opened.

Song Guanchao was stunned, had she been waiting there the whole time?

"Hurry in." Lin Wanqiu whispered, grabbing his wrist and pulling him inside.

Slam.

As soon as the door closed, Lin Wanqiu rushed at him, embracing him, and kissed him with some frenzy.

Leaving Song Guanchao a bit dumbfounded.

In his memory, Lin Wanqiu was never this proactive.

Even when they were in Beijing, at her place, it was always Song Guanchao who took the initiative.

In matters like this, she had always been rather introverted, pushed along rather than leading, rarely this passionate.

Such an unusual initiative appeared exceptionally contrasting to Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao paused for two seconds, switched from passive to active, and yanked her robe open.

Beneath the robe was nothing but her fair, delicate body akin to a Ru kiln porcelain.

Her swan-like neck slightly arched, revealing a graceful jawline, her ears flush with heat.

Her ample breasts stood proud under the influence of hormones, the nipples hard, and with a few kneads from Song Guanchao, her legs became wet and weak.

He carried her to the bed, quickly shedding his clothes, and joined her rolling on the bed.

"You lie down."

Lin Wanqiu pushed him on the shoulder, signaling him to lie down, and under his surprised gaze, she curled up next to him, on her knees.

Her tongue peeked out, gently enveloping Xiao Song in her tender mouth.

Knock knock knock.

The knocking interrupted her movement, and both bodies tensed simultaneously.

Lin Wanqiu turned to look, hearing a female voice outside, "Wanqiu."

It was that reporter, Su Nanzhi.

Lin Wanqiu wanted to pretend not to be there, but the next second, her phone rang.

Su Nanzhi could surely hear it; now, pretending wasn’t an option.

But Song Guanchao was still here.

She and Su Nanzhi were best friends, known each other for many years, with a close relationship.

Even if she knew, it wasn’t a big deal.

But instinctively, Lin Wanqiu didn’t want her to know.

"Hide."

"... The room’s not that big, where can I hide?" Song Guanchao was speechless.

Lin Wanqiu bit her lip, grabbed a blanket to cover him, "Don’t move."

She jumped off the bed, hid Song Guanchao’s clothes in the wardrobe, grabbed a robe to cover herself, and walked to open the door.

The moment the door opened, before she could speak, Su Nanzhi had already walked inside.

She could only say, "What’s up?"

"Nothing really." Su Nanzhi walked over and plopped down on the bed.

Lin Wanqiu was a bit tense, her eyes occasionally drifting to what’s behind Su Nanzhi, worried she’d discover the figure hidden under the blanket.

Even though Song Guanchao was covered by the blanket, it was still pretty obvious.

After all, he was a full-grown person.

With Su Nanzhi’s attention elsewhere and her back turned while seated, she wouldn’t see him.

Seeing Lin Wanqiu approaching, Su Nanzhi suddenly reached out to pull open her bathrobe, revealing her bare body underneath.

Su Nanzhi opened her mouth in surprise, then noticed the glistening dew between her friend’s thighs, seemingly guessing something, chuckled mischievously, "Ah, no wonder you didn’t answer the door, you were up to no good!"

Lin Wanqiu’s eyes flashed with panic, defending herself, "What are you talking about, I, I..."

"Alright, alright, who doesn’t know you?"

Su Nanzhi giggled, then suddenly extended her hand under the blanket to search, "What toy are you using... Eh, what’s this?"

She made a surprised sound, her hand beneath the blanket grasping something solid and hot, surprisingly large, hard to grip with one hand.

Initially, she thought it was her friend’s toy, but then realized something was off.

Because this "toy" seemed to be... pulsating?

She turned her head in confusion, finally realizing that there seemed to be someone lying under the blanket?