Official Career Storm

Chapter 1532 1532

Qu Xiangru tried to pull her hand away, but couldn't—Song Guanchao was holding it too tight.

The car quickly stopped at the hotel entrance.

Getting out of the car, Song Guanchao glanced at the grand hotel doors and asked, "Why aren't we staying at the guesthouse?"

Qu Xiangru shook off his hand and walked straight inside.

Song Guanchao chuckled and followed her in.

Normally, they should be staying at the guesthouse.

And Xu City's guesthouse is up to four-star standard, not bad at all.

Song Guanchao guessed she must have deliberately chosen the hotel.

As for why on purpose, it's obvious.

When they got out of the elevator and entered the room, as soon as the door closed, Song Guanchao was about to pounce, but Qu Xiangru said without looking back, "Weren't you supposed to be drinking? Why were you outside the teahouse?"

"Uh... Governor Li didn't want to drink, and I'm just a small director, so I followed his lead."

"What did he want from you?"

"To apologize, obviously."

"He apologized to you?"

"Not to me, he was apologizing to Lu Zhizhong. But when he called, Lu Zhizhong wouldn't answer."

Song Guanchao asked, "By the way, does Governor Lu have connections in Beijing?"

Qu Xiangru shook her head, "I don't know."

"That's strange." Song Guanchao tutted. "At the restaurant today, the way Governor Li and the others treated Governor Lu, they were clearly wary of him."

"I really didn't expect Governor Lu's background to be this strong."

"But if he's that powerful, why bother going to so much trouble relocating Lingjiang's company?"

He worried Qu Xiangru would overthink, so he threw out these questions to change the subject.

Qu Xiangru frowned and shook her head. She and Hall Director Qi also found it puzzling, and no matter how much they thought about it, they couldn't figure it out.

"Forget it, if we can't figure it out, let's just drop it. It's late, let's wash up and get some sleep."

Song Guanchao rubbed his hands together, walking over with a lascivious grin.

Qu Xiangru's expression remained composed and calm, but that fleeting look of nervousness in her eyes betrayed her.

Song Guanchao scooped her into his arms, his hands supporting her smooth back, gazing down at her exquisite, breathtaking beauty.

Her eyes, like electrifying peach blossoms, were utterly mesmerizing. "Were you worried about me this time?"

Qu Xiangru didn't push him away, nor did she yield, just stayed stiff like a wooden log, cold and emotionless. "Governor Lu told me to come."

"Oh~" Song Guanchao teased, "If Governor Lu hadn't told you, you wouldn't have come, right?"

"That's right."

"Really? I don't believe you."

Song Guanchao's hand slid down and circled her slender waist, pulling her shirt untucked, tracing her curves with his palm, feeling her taut skin clearly beneath his touch.

He lowered his head and bit her ear. "Call me hubby."

Those three words made Qu Xiangru's face flush deep red, her forcibly restrained reaction breaking free and showing through.

Song Guanchao grabbed her pants and yanked them down; the waistband, a bit tight, tugged at her round ass as it went over.

Her round ass bounced up and down.

Song Guanchao grabbed and squeezed it hard, his breath heavy. "Say 'hubby.'"

Qu Xiangru pressed her lips together, refusing to respond.

Song Guanchao scooped her up by the waist and carried her toward the bathroom.

Once inside, he set her down on the toilet, quickly stripped off his own clothes, and in a flash stood before her stark naked.

The ferocity between his legs made Qu Xiangru's eyelids feel feverish, her heartbeat racing out of control.

She was about to look away when Song Guanchao turned on the water, crouched down, and deftly undid her shirt buttons with agile fingers.

Shirt and bra came off together, and her wasp waist and generous breasts filled Song Guanchao's eyes to the brim.

In his gaze, Qu Xiangru saw his surging lust.

Suddenly she raised her hand to cover her chest, voice cold as ice: "Get off!"

Song Guanchao just grinned wordlessly, grabbed her black, sexy panties at the waist, and pulled them down to her knees.

Then he grabbed her ankles, lifted both legs, and pressed them up onto her shoulders.

Then he buried his head between her beautiful thighs, savoring to his heart's content.

"Ah~"

The sudden tease and the overwhelmingly shameful posture left Qu Xiangru defenseless; she couldn't help but moan out loud.

Her tall, long-limbed body was doubled up; with only the toilet beneath her ass, she was barely balanced, swaying precariously.

She had to hug her legs to steady herself.

Below, Song Guanchao's every lick felt electric—tingly and numbing, irresistibly empty inside.

Here and there, his tongue slipped in, fleeting but still, driving her wild with stimulation.

Listening to her cries, feeling her trembling, Song Guanchao was thoroughly satisfied.

He put her legs down; Qu Xiangru lay limp against the toilet, chest heaving, wet hair plastered to her shoulders, veiling her voluptuousness.

In this state, she looked even more seductive.

Song Guanchao slowly stood up and went to her side.

Qu Xiangru flicked her hair aside, glanced up, and saw his smiling, teasing face.

She snorted gently and turned her head away.

Song Guanchao didn't hurry or urge her, just stood there patiently.

After a while, Qu Xiangru still didn't look back, but she raised her arm and wrapped her hand around it.

She stroked for a long while before slowly turning back to him, then opened her red lips.

More than ten minutes later, Song Guanchao carried her—both their bodies slippery and wet—back to the bed.

Song Guanchao pressed her underneath him, kissing her face, his hands—like currents of electricity—roaming every inch of her body.

Finally, he gripped her tiny waist, pulled out his tongue, and gazed at her dazed eyes, breath ragged.

Then, his hips sank down slowly.

At that moment, Qu Xiangru felt herself filled completely, bit by bit, utterly possessed.

Her whole body went stiff, red lips parted, and for an instant, she nearly couldn't breathe.

Only when he bottomed out, pressing deep against her bud, did she finally release, letting out a silent moan.

In that instant, Song Guanchao also felt her tightening walls enveloping him—this level of connection had his scalp tingling with pleasure.

Qu Xiangru, just as swept away, clung to his back as if floating on clouds.

Song Guanchao seized the moment: "Call me hubby!"

"No, don't..." Qu Xiangru clung to her last shred of sanity.

Song Guanchao pulled back, nearly out, then drove into her hard again.

"Ah~"

Her bud quivered, a warm tide in her belly surging for release.

Song Guanchao thrust into her with wild abandon, groaning, "Call me hubby!"

"No, no... mmm, ah~"

She was lost, her nails raking red lines down his back.

Then, suddenly, Song Guanchao withdrew and stopped moving.

Qu Xiangru clung to him, trying to merge herself into his body, her voice pleading, half-laughing, half-crying: "Hurry, hurry up."

"Say 'hubby'," Song Guanchao took the chance to blackmail her.

Qu Xiangru felt like ten thousand ants were crawling inside her—finally, she gave in, her voice a trembling whisper: "Hu-hubby."

Just that word was like a shot of adrenaline to Song Guanchao.

Unleashing all his strength, he ravaged her wildly, making her soar with the most savage, primal force.