Official Career Storm

Chapter 1567 1567

Near the end of the workday, Song Guanchao approached Wu Qiangwei, "Are you busy tonight?"

Wu Qiangwei had been inviting him out for dinner lately, so tonight, it was his turn to treat her.

Their relationship had been steadily growing, and Song Guanchao didn't want to miss this chance; he intended to seize the moment.

"Busy." Wu Qiangwei gave a brief reply.

Song Guanchao paused for a moment, "Oh... how about tomorrow?"

Wu Qiangwei looked up, "Tomorrow too busy."

Song Guanchao persisted, "What about the day after?"

Wu Qiangwei chuckled softly, "What do you think?"

"All right then."

It's rare to have a weekend, and she had no free time on either day.

"Don't forget to pick up Zeng Li tomorrow," Wu Qiangwei reminded.

"Got it."

"And don't forget to entertain Mayor Sun the day after."

"Won't forget."

As he left the office, Shu Xue suddenly called out to him, "Secretary Song, are you free tonight?"

Song Guanchao turned around, "What's up?"

Shu Xue showed a daughter-like shyness, "I want to treat you to dinner."

Song Guanchao was clear about what was happening, and deliberately hesitated for two seconds before saying, "I have an engagement tonight, maybe next time."

"Oh, I see." Shu Xue was a bit disappointed, but then she raised a smile.

Song Guanchao gave her a slight smile and turned to leave.

Shu Xue was very pretty and quite young.

But Song Guanchao had no interest in her.

It's not that he was overly noble, but it was because of her position.

Wu Qiangwei's secretary... if he got involved with her, Wu Qiangwei would certainly find out.

As for why Shu Xue approached him, whether because she liked him or simply because of his status, it didn't matter; he genuinely didn't care.

He didn't bother clarifying anything, since there was no need for clarity in such matters.

After refusing a few times, she would naturally understand and give up on these distant thoughts.

...

Saturday.

Noon, Jiangzhou City International Airport.

Song Guanchao waited for about twenty minutes when a fresh silhouette in a denim mini-skirt and an off-shoulder thin T-shirt approached from afar.

"Brother Song!"

In the last ten meters, Zeng Li jogged to speed up, and leapt into his arms.

Song Guanchao was forced to open his arms to catch her.

"Brother Song, I missed you so much!"

Zeng Li clung to him like a sloth, completely ignoring the curious gazes of surrounding passengers.

"Did you eat?"

Song Guanchao put her down, opened the car door, and asked casually.

Zeng Li climbed into the car, her soft little bottom settling into the seat, "I ate on the plane, but it wasn't good."

"What do you want to eat?"

"Eat you!" Zeng Li boldly replied, full of passionate enthusiasm.

Song Guanchao slowly pressed the gas pedal, "Alright, I'll make sure you're well fed later."

"Hmm, my appetite is huge, you know."

Though Zeng Li appeared competitive verbally, her face had long turned rosy.

They reached downtown, had lunch, and Song Guanchao asked, "Have you booked a place to stay?"

"Nope." Zeng Li asked, "Where are you staying?"

"Want to come to mine?" Song Guanchao said, "Think it over; I live in the same area as the Mayor."

"Ah? In that case, forget it." Zeng Li evidently didn't want Wu Qiangwei to learn about their relationship.

She took out her phone and booked a hotel near the city government.

Arriving at the hotel and entering the room, before the door was even closed, Zeng Li was already upon him.

Her affectionate eyes seemed to have an autumn wave rippling within them.

The supple body beneath her clothes was already deeply aroused, hot to the touch.

Having not seen each other for a while, the strange yet familiar feeling brought a slight tension between them.

Song Guanchao lowered his head to kiss her lips; she whimpered, closed her eyes, and her body grew hotter under his caress.

He carried Zeng Li to the sofa, stripping off clothes piece by piece.

When he placed Zeng Li on the sofa, her body was left clad only in lace underwear.

The girl's body was slightly slender, with long legs and distinct joints; though lacking the voluptuousness of a mature woman, her burgeoning youth held an undeniable allure.

Clean, pure, at the blooming age, it was the most enchanting time.

And despite her slenderness, her chest wasn't too far behind; she merely lacked the mature, composed aura.

Song Guanchao grasped the corner of her panties, and amidst her eager refusal, pulled them down to her knees, then picked her up and moved to the desk.

She was placed on the desk, body arched, hands braced on the surface, legs parted.

The panties on her knees drew taut to their limit.

Song Guanchao slid half a body closer, held her gentle backside, secured her posture, and poised himself at the moist Yumen Pass.

Zeng Li kept her lips tightly sealed, releasing hot, heavy breaths; under the teasing friction, she was already trembling with flowing juices.

Song Guanchao smirked mischievously at her, deliberately stalling.

Zeng Li couldn't take it anymore and pleaded tenderly, "Hurry up."

"Hurry what?" Song Guanchao teased knowingly.

Zeng Li, embarrassed, tried to close her legs but could only grip his waist, "Hurry... come in... ah!"

Taking advantage of her vulnerability, Song Guanchao plunged deeply.

The overwhelming fullness brought her instant euphoria, lifting her to the clouds.

Her lips parted, eyes rolling back slightly, delicate neck revealing blue veins, and her pointed chin tilted upward, momentarily forgetting to breathe.

Not until Song Guanchao withdrew did she gulp for air, her chest heaving, setting forth tumultuous waves.

Song Guanchao thrust again, and within moments she was overwhelmed, pleading tearfully.

He pulled off her bothersome lingerie and bit down hard, while his hips moved like a motor, surging across the battlefield, making her surrender completely, a watery mess on the table.

Half an hour later, Song Guanchao withdrew, drenched in sweat.

Zeng Li whimpered, relieving her aching legs which had been curled for over half an hour.

Song Guanchao carried her to the sofa.

After a brief rest, Song Guanchao initiated the second round of encounters.

...

From afternoon to night, the two remained tangled up in the hotel.

Hungry, they ordered takeout; when tired, they slept entwined, awakening to resume their session.

In the small suite, traces of them were everywhere.

The young girl, despite her energy levels, was no match for someone like Song Guanchao.

Initially, she had some stamina, but toward the end, she was completely dominated, crying twice during the process.

Wait another seven or eight years, after she passes thirty, that will be a woman's prime.

Perhaps by then, she could rival Song Guanchao and challenge him.

But for now, all she could do was plead.

The next morning, Zeng Li was awakened by movement.

She lay cradled in Song Guanchao's arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. As his large hands supported her hips, she rocked up and down, the soulful fullness nearly driving her crazy.

Having rested overnight, Song Guanchao was at peak energy, from when the night outside began to fade till dawn, ending only after her tearful pleas.

Around ten o'clock, Song Guanchao said, "Take a good rest; I need to pick someone up."

"Who are you picking up?"

"The incoming Deputy Mayor."

"Then hurry back."

Song Guanchao's movement paused, noticing her challenging smile, as if she hadn't been crying out all of yesterday and last night.

Clearly, he had been too gentle; tonight, he'd need to showcase his true prowess.