Official Career Storm

Chapter 1559 1559

As soon as Shi Qin left, a group of men, like hungry wolves in the dead of night, surrounded Jiang Yiren with their green eyes gleaming.

They exchanged glances, once again approaching with their glasses raised, intending to get her thoroughly drunk.

"I can't drink anymore."

Jiang Yiren apologized to the colleagues who came to toast her.

A colleague sighed lightly, "Director Jiang, you have the most serious work attitude I've ever seen. You're an associate director; you don't actually need to handle everything yourself. It's enough to delegate to others. Leaders come and go, but someone like Director Jiang is rare."

Jiang Yiren was flattered and felt a bit at a loss, thinking it would be impolite not to drink.

Despite being unable to drink any more, she raised her glass.

This colleague did not leave but continued to praise her, making her so embarrassed that she unknowingly drank several more glasses.

Seeing her upper body swaying, about to fall asleep at any moment, the man said, "Director Jiang, let me take you home."

"No, no need..."

She said so, but her male colleague had already helped her up.

To avoid making Jiang Yiren feel uncomfortable, he restrained himself and only held her by the arm.

The others were both envious and jealous; a few men gritted their teeth and came forward, "Director Jiang, let me take you home."

"Let's all go together," said someone else.

The three men exchanged a look, suddenly grinned, and mouthed silently to each other, "Together?"

Then they nodded at each other, reaching a consensus.

They looked at Jiang Yiren's tall figure, entranced by the faint fragrance she exuded, already imagining what was about to happen.

They had no concern about Jiang Yiren's reaction afterward.

They had been waiting long for tonight's gathering, and they understood Shi Qin's stance.

To put it bluntly, this was under Shi Qin's instruction.

Besides, there's no way Jiang Yiren could speak out about such matters.

Unless she planned not to continue working in the office system.

Otherwise, she could only hold it in.

At this moment, the door to the private room suddenly opened.

"It's quite lively." Song Guanchao stood at the door, smiling as he looked at everyone.

Seeing Jiang Yiren get up unsteadily from her seat, her eyes dazed, and the eager men around her, his smile deepened.

"Director Song?"

Everyone present was taken aback, not understanding why Song Guanchao suddenly showed up here.

Song Guanchao walked over, and the man instinctively pulled his hand back, causing Jiang Yiren, who was no longer supported, to collapse onto the chair.

Song Guanchao glanced at the three men, whose smiles stiffened, "Director Jiang drank too much. We were getting ready to take her home."

Song Guanchao did not respond; he picked up his phone, "Director Zhou, come over."

Soon, Zhou Xingjian arrived.

He was actually quite speechless; he had been told earlier in the day to escort Jiang Yiren, only to find out in the evening that Song Guanchao had also come.

Moreover, Mayor Wu was also here.

"Director Zhou, please help Director Jiang to the next room; her family will be picking her up shortly."

"Okay." Zhou Xingjian carefully supported her arm, avoiding further physical contact.

After Jiang Yiren was taken away, everyone knew that tonight was a bust.

They were puzzled as to why Song Guanchao and Zhou Xingjian would show up here.

Song Guanchao said, "Is tonight a departmental dinner?"

"Yes, it is."

"Director Jiang drank quite a bit."

"Uh... Director Jiang was quite happy, so she drank a little more."

"I see."

Song Guanchao smiled and said to the three men, "Come to my office tomorrow."

Then he left.

The three men exchanged looks, unsure of what Song Guanchao meant, and felt uneasy.

Back in the private room, Jiang Yiren, who had been brought over, was already asleep on the sofa.

Wu Qiangwei frowned and said, "How much did she drink?"

"Who knows," Song Guanchao replied, somewhat speechless. Despite knowing she couldn't hold her liquor, she kept drinking.

He could tell those men had no good intentions.

If he hadn't prepared in advance, Jiang Yiren would have definitely lost herself tonight.

But this couldn't be blamed on Jiang Yiren; nor could it be said she was unguarded.

After all, this is the Secretarial Department; who would have thought colleagues would take advantage of someone like this?

Zhou Xingjian said, "Director Song, should I go and warn them?"

"No need," Song Guanchao said, "You should head back early too; I'll handle things here."

"Alright, call me if you need anything, Director Song." He showed in front of Wu Qiangwei that he was on Song Guanchao's side.

About twenty minutes later, Yu Susu arrived.

When she received Song Guanchao's call, she was quite happy, thinking he regretted the previous night.

But instead, he asked her to pick up Jiang Yiren.

Seeing Jiang Yiren as drunk as mud, Yu Susu said with concern, "How did she drink so much?"

"She was forced to drink," Song Guanchao said, "You take her home first."

Wu Qiangwei said, "Director Song, you should see them off."

It's impossible for Yu Susu, a woman, to support her.

Song Guanchao glanced at her, just about to speak when Wu Qiangwei said, "I'll have Wu Ming come to pick me up."

"Alright." Song Guanchao sighed, still wanting to recreate that night in the corridor.

He lifted Jiang Yiren from the sofa, carried her horizontally, and walked out.

More than twenty minutes later, the car drove into the community, and Song Guanchao carried her from the car and sent her home.

Inside the house, he laid her on the bed, "Keep an eye on her tonight; she might throw up."

"Mm, I know."

She followed Song Guanchao out of the room, watching as he was about to leave, Yu Susu suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

Song Guanchao turned to look at her, and Yu Susu suddenly ran toward him, threw herself into his arms, and kissed him on tiptoe.

Song Guanchao's eyes nearly popped out; he quickly pushed her away, looking anxiously toward the room.

Damn, her husband is still at home, and she's doing this to him?

"He's not at home," Yu Susu said.

Song Guanchao was stunned again but still kept his distance, "Miss Yu..."

"I got divorced."

With just one sentence, he was dumbstruck.

Yu Susu walked up to him, "We got the papers this morning."

"You..."

"I won't cling to you."

Yu Susu reached out and turned off the living room lights, then threw herself into his arms, her soft body rubbing against his strong physique.

"I just want to be a woman once."

Yu Susu grabbed his belt, and with a click, the dress pants fell.

She gently caressed his tent, raising her chin, her voice trembling, "Kiss me."

Song Guanchao's blood surged, thoughts racing through his mind. Finally, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her lips.

This time, she didn't have to guide him; Song Guanchao naturally held her bottom.

She wore a standard professional suit, a small blazer over a shirt, with a tight pencil skirt below that hugged her curves, her shapely legs encased in thick black silk stockings.

Her mature charm was intense to the extreme.

Song Guanchao lifted the hem of the skirt, grabbing the nylon of the stockings on her bottom, pulling them hard.

With a tearing sound, the stockings ripped.

He held Yu Susu, maneuvering her against the wall, while the white shirt under her suit jacket popped open roughly.

He lifted her underwear, burying his head in her bosom, biting the aroused cherry and sucking hard.

"Ah~"

Yu Susu wrapped her hands around his broad back, her cries both wanton and satisfied, her mature, full body moist beyond measure.

Song Guanchao, like a hungry wolf, with rough hands already shredding the nylon on her thighs, and beneath the stockings, thin panties were as moist as her body.

He lifted her legs, hoisted her up, and pressed forward, precisely meeting the budding petal.

Yu Susu held him tightly, urgently pleading, "Hurry, give it to me."

Song Guanchao hesitated no more, slipping his hands from behind her knees to hug her waist, lifting her rounded buttocks upwards, pressing against the moisture, filling her inch by inch with the utmost frictional pleasure.

In an instant, Yu Susu's nearly folded delicate body tensed up.

Her breath seemed caught in her throat, leading to a brief moment of suffocation.