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Chapter 1534 1534



Chapter 1534 1534

Jiangzhou, City Government.

Wu Qiangwei was holding a document, but her thoughts had long drifted away.

It had been several days, and there was still no result from Song Guanchao.

She kept wanting to contact Lu Zhizhong to ask about the situation, but felt it would be too hasty.

"Mayor?" Shu Xue called softly.

Wu Qiangwei collected her thoughts, put down the document, and quickly signed her name with a pen.

Shu Xue picked up the document and left the office.

Gently closing the office door, Shu Xue sat down, organizing the documents, while her thoughts were soaring.

Since the past two days, Wu Qiangwei had been restless, finding it difficult to concentrate on tasks, and had even canceled a few meetings.

Shu Xue initially thought Wu Qiangwei hadn't rested well, but later gradually realized it seemed like Wu Qiangwei was worried about Song Guanchao.

The day her state turned was precisely the day Song Guanchao was apprehended across provinces.

"The Mayor seems to care a lot about Song Guanchao."

Shu Xue muttered in her heart.

The extent of this concern had already gone beyond normal bounds.

This was very unusual.

Being a woman, Shu Xue could vaguely sense that Wu Qiangwei's attitude toward Song Guanchao wasn't quite what a leader should have for a subordinate.

Even if they were very close personally, real friends.

But a real friendship isn't usually this intimate, right?

She had a bold guess; she suspected Wu Qiangwei liked Song Guanchao.

Every time this thought surfaced, she felt a bit tense, like she had discovered a big secret.

She wanted to share it with someone, yet didn't know whom to tell.

Moreover, it involved the Mayor's privacy, so she didn't dare speak carelessly.

If word spread, her position as secretary would certainly be lost, and she could forget about any future promotions.

"Ring ring~"

The phone on Wu Qiangwei's desk rang; she picked it up casually.

The voice on the other end was one she couldn't be more familiar with, the source of her recent worries.

"Mayor, I'm back."

Listening to Song Guanchao's slightly roguish tone, Wu Qiangwei was momentarily dazed.

"Mayor?"

With no response for a while, Song Guanchao thought it wasn't she who answered.

"You're back?" Wu Qiangwei quickly calmed down, her tone indifferent.

"Yes."

"Is the matter resolved?"

"Resolved, they tried to slander me, arrested a few policemen, resolved peacefully."

"Off the plane now?"

"Just got off, contacted the Mayor first thing. Oh, my phone was broken by them, couldn't call. Also thought you wouldn't answer a call from an unfamiliar number, so I called the office line."

Song Guanchao explained why he used the landline.

His phone wasn't broken at all, and he had been free since yesterday, but he didn't call Wu Qiangwei then, fearing she would ask and he wouldn't have a good explanation, so he came up with this excuse.

To navigate among these women, he had to be cautious, even more so.

"Alright, go home and rest; come to work tomorrow."

"Okay."

After hanging up, Wu Qiangwei's mood suddenly brightened.

Not just because Song Guanchao was safe and sound, but also because he contacted her first after being released.

This indicated that she held an important place in his heart.

Amidst her happiness, Wu Qiangwei couldn't help but ponder, who was behind Lu Zhizhong?

The originally unremarkable City Secretary suddenly gained a mysterious and unknown background after becoming Governor.

This made her especially curious.

...

After finishing the phone call, Song Guanchao came to the waiting area, just as a taxi arrived.

Qu Xiangru originally wanted to sit in the front seat, but Song Guanchao opened it first.

She had to sit in the back.

However, just as she got in, Song Guanchao suddenly shut the front door and also came to the back.

Seeing his little tricks, Qu Xiangru showed no expression, secretly rolling her eyes, thinking he was childish.

Song Guanchao told the driver an address, his hand started misbehaving, slowly creeping up her leg.

Qu Xiangru raised her hand to hit him, but Song Guanchao grabbed her small hand, holding it and stroking it in his palm.

Qu Xiangru simply closed her eyes, ignoring him.

Song Guanchao didn't do anything excessive, just played with her small hand.

The car stopped, and it was already half-past eleven.

The two got out of the car. Qu Xiangru stood by the roadside, about to hail another cab, but Song Guanchao grabbed her hand and walked toward an apartment complex.

"It's already noon, have lunch, take a nap, and then head back to work."

Song Guanchao didn't allow any objections, leading the way into the apartment building and taking the elevator.

Seizing such a rare opportunity, he had to make the most of their time together, leaving traces of himself all over her, shaping her in his image.

As they got out of the elevator, takeout was already placed at the door.

"Let's eat first." Song Guanchao picked up the takeout.

Qu Xiangru raised her eyebrows; she didn't even know when Song Guanchao ordered it.

Entering the house, after lunch, Song Guanchao checked the time; it was still a few minutes before noon, still early.

"Shower?" Song Guanchao teased with a raised eyebrow.

Qu Xiangru stood up: "It's getting late; I need to go back."

Heh, still pretending.

Song Guanchao was long accustomed to her coyness; he walked up and picked her up, striding towards the bathroom.

Qu Xiangru said, "Put me down."

"Smack!" Song Guanchao raised his hand with a slap: "You'll have your 'husband' calling nonstop in a bit."

One sentence left her speechless for quite a while.

Soon, various sounds emanated from the bathroom.

The sound of 'husband' being called was also uninterrupted.

...

Gulou District Government, District Mayor's office.

Sitting across from District Mayor Yang Jian was the Director of Gulou District Public Security Bureau, Yan Jiaqi.

"Director Yan, what are you worried about? Song Guanchao has already been arrested. This matter is now under my control." Yang Jian's tone was relaxed.

The cafeteria poisoning case at No. 1 High School, Song Guanchao had intervened and set up an investigation team; at that time, he had prepared for the worst.

Then there was a twist; just after leaving the classroom, Song Guanchao was arrested.

This was extremely satisfying!

Now it's all good. The cafeteria case, the City Government didn't send anyone over, and now he, the District Mayor, was fully responsible.

With him in charge, the case's maneuverability increased greatly.

Director Yan, smoking a cigarette, was somewhat conflicted: "Director Song's arrest is true, but over at the City Government..."

Yang Jian said: "How many days has it been? Have you seen anyone from the City Government come? Besides, this case happened in our Gulou District, it's only right for the district to handle it."

"Not to mention, we aren't doing anything wrong. The case will be as it should be. The poisoning was due to procurement issues; wasn't the purchaser caught? They will be sentenced as deserved. But my brother-in-law... ahem, that Qian Guangchang, he's the canteen owner, but procurement isn't related to him, and he didn't know about it."

"Even from a legal standpoint, he shouldn't be implicated—at most, just fined. Old Yan, don't you agree?"

Yan Jiaqi frowned tightly, still unable to make a decision.

Yang Jian wasn't wrong; what he feared was going too light.

If the City Government later sent someone over and found they were handling it too leniently, he, as the head of the district bureau, would be the first to be affected.

But doing nothing wouldn't be appropriate either.

Not to mention Yang Jian himself requested; if the case were to be handled as it was before Song Guanchao's arrest, then his precinct chief would also be dismissed.

Thinking it over, Yan Jiaqi said: "Someone from No. 1 High School must be held accountable. Later, even if the leaders from the city ask, I have an explanation."

Yang Jian grinned and made a decisive conclusion: "Alright!"


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