Official Career Storm

Chapter 1552 1552

After work, Song Guanchao went home first to change clothes and then headed to the restaurant Wu Qiangwei had chosen.

The restaurant had a bourgeois ambiance, with scented candles on the tables and dim lighting, creating a delightful and enchanting atmosphere.

When Song Guanchao arrived, he saw Wu Qiangwei, who had also changed her clothes.

She wore jeans that revealed her ankles and a plain white T-shirt, her long hair gently resting on her fragrant shoulders, making her ordinary outfit look exceptionally alluring.

The plain T-shirt was filled out perfectly, the sudden cinching of her waistline and the curves of her hips wrapped in jeans formed a smooth and sexy line.

A T-shirt and jeans, both innocent and alluring.

The simpler the clothing, the more it tests the wearer.

Not everyone can pull off an ordinary T-shirt like this, nor can every woman carry off jeans.

The hips must be perky, the legs long, the shape straight, the waist slim...

Meeting even a couple of these criteria would earn a lot of second glances.

Wu Qiangwei's hips, legs, and slim waist fulfilled every man's fantasy.

On his way from entering to the table, Song Guanchao caught numerous glances secretly evaluating him and Wu Qiangwei.

When he sat down, those evaluating gazes immediately shifted to him, their looks filled with envy and jealousy.

Wu Qiangwei handed him the menu she had already chosen: "See if it suits your taste."

Song Guanchao didn't look at the menu, just smiled and looked at her, "I like everything you ordered."

That single sentence made Wu Qiangwei blush deeply, "Speak properly, don't be so greasy."

"Am I? Hahaha, it's not that bad, right?" Song Guanchao also felt a bit greasy.

Especially after she pointed it out, it became even more awkward.

After dinner, they walked through the mall, and Song Guanchao suggested, "How about a movie?"

Wu Qiangwei glanced at the time, "I have a district meeting tomorrow morning."

It was too late.

Song Guanchao expressed regret, "Then let me take you home."

Wu Qiangwei glanced at him and said, "The weekend shouldn't be too busy."

Song Guanchao's eyes lit up, "Then I'll book a movie in advance for the weekend."

"Okay." Wu Qiangwei's lips curled into a slight smile.

At eight o'clock, the car stopped downstairs.

Song Guanchao unbuckled his seatbelt and walked with her towards the elevator; Wu Qiangwei didn't stop him.

Song Guanchao looked at a car not far away, where Wu Ming was.

This third wheel.

Once out of the elevator, Wu Qiangwei said, "You should go back now."

But Song Guanchao didn't leave and instead took the initiative to walk towards her.

Wu Qiangwei's heart skipped a beat, a hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and she reached up to tousle her hair to cover it.

Song Guanchao came right up close, less than a fist's distance away.

This was already exceeding the normal space that should be maintained between a man and a woman.

Suddenly, Song Guanchao took hold of her hand.

Wu Qiangwei's body suddenly tensed up, "You…"

"Your pulse is racing." Song Guanchao placed his index finger on her wrist, "Are you nervous?"

"No…"

Song Guanchao gave a wicked smile, taking this step was finally done.

The last time they had dinner, Song Guanchao sensed that she was gradually accepting him.

Tonight, that feeling was even stronger.

Therefore, he dared to muster the courage to hold her hand.

He wanted to break this restraint, wanted to be closer to her, rather than staying stuck, like a headless fly.

Song Guanchao moved closer, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, his voice magnetic, "Won't you invite me up for tea?"

"It's… it's too late." Wu Qiangwei was in turmoil; Song Guanchao's sudden action was outside her expectations.

She liked to have everything firmly in her grasp, used to planning ahead and proceeding step by step; it made her feel secure.

But now, all she felt was the disarray from her plan being disrupted, fear of the unknown she couldn't control.

"Alright then." Song Guanchao didn't push her.

He knew this step was already her limit; any more pressure would backfire.

"I have a gift for you," Song Guanchao said.

"What?"

"Close your eyes."

"No…" Wu Qiangwei wanted to refuse, suspecting she already knew what Song Guanchao meant by a gift. He surely wanted to sneak a kiss.

The words almost left her mouth, but she responded with a soft sound, her thick lashes flutteringly closing.

Song Guanchao let go of her hand, and Wu Qiangwei felt extremely nervous, her heart about to leap out of her chest.

The strong heartbeat caused her chest to rise and fall along with it.

Yet, the expected kiss didn't come.

"Open your eyes," Song Guanchao said.

Wu Qiangwei suddenly felt a bit disappointed.

Opening her eyes, she saw he was now holding a small, square gift box, palm-sized, in his hand.

"What's this?"

"A secret." Song Guanchao placed it in her hand, "Look at it when you get home."

"Okay." As Wu Qiangwei was about to turn away, Song Guanchao suddenly spread his arms, "Give me a hug, won't you?"

Wu Qiangwei found it quite amusing, yet felt a bit of happiness.

He could have easily hugged her while she had just closed her eyes, but he didn't do so; instead, he sought her permission.

She gave a soft response, gently embracing him, and just when it was about to end, she suddenly felt Song Guanchao's arms strengthen, pulling her fully into his chest.

Song Guanchao buried his face in her luscious hair, taking a deep breath, and while doing so, made another request, "Can I kiss you?"

"No way!" Wu Qiangwei bit her lip, this bastard was always pushing his luck.

Song Guanchao muttered an "Oh," and asked again, "Then you kiss me."

With that, he closed his eyes and shamelessly pushed his lips towards her.

The corridor's sound-controlled lamp had long gone out, though she couldn't see clearly, she could feel the heat from Song Guanchao's face close at hand.

Wu Qiangwei felt extremely shy; although she always knew he had thick skin, this was too much.

She pursed her lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally slowly leaned towards his lips.

At the moment their lips touched, Song Guanchao suddenly enveloped her lips.

Wu Qiangwei, utterly unprepared, felt a tingling sensation spread across the lips he captured.

Compared to the sensation on her lips, the strange feeling welling up inside her was even more overwhelming.

It was as if all the strength had been suddenly drained from her body, her legs went limp, yet somehow they still pressed tightly together.

As she was about to turn away, she suddenly felt Song Guanchao extend his tongue.

His tongue was strong, easing into her parted lips, prying open her teeth effortlessly, like a python, burrowing into her mouth, seeking her tongue.

Then, a suction force came, stripping her tongue of any resistance, drawing it into his mouth.

Amidst the powerful suction, the two tongues entwined with each other.

She let out an involuntary moan, her already limp body even more devoid of strength, almost completely lying against Song Guanchao's chest.

Song Guanchao supported her waist with one hand, held onto her back with the other, forcefully pressing her into his embrace.

The hand that rested on her waist moved down to her firm buttocks, grabbing forcefully through her jeans.

Wu Qiangwei whimpered, her peach-shaped buttocks trembled slightly, and between her pressed thighs, a warm, slick sensation slowly seeped out.