Official Career Storm

Chapter 1594 1594:

Song Guanchao found a restaurant near the guesthouse and sent the location to Fu Ying.

As the dishes began to be served, Fu Ying called–she had arrived at the restaurant.

"Wait for me a bit."

Song Guanchao hung up the phone and said to the two women, "I'm going to fetch Mayor Fu."

He hadn't sent the room number directly to Fu Ying; there were some matters he needed to discuss with her first.

He arrived at the restaurant lobby and saw Fu Ying standing at the front desk.

She seemed to have come in a hurry, her hair slightly disheveled–she must have rushed over right after finishing work.

Seeing Song Guanchao, she immediately walked over.

"Let's talk outside." Song Guanchao headed towards the door.

Fu Ying felt a bit puzzled, then quickly realized that there was more than just Song Guanchao attending dinner this evening.

Outside the restaurant, Song Guanchao quickly briefed her on the situation.

Receiving such news abruptly, Fu Ying's mind was momentarily unable to process it.

She took a while to calm down from her shock.

"What do you need me to do?" Fu Ying, being smart, immediately realized that Song Guanchao wouldn't tell her this for no reason.

"I need to meet local entrepreneurs in your name."

Song Guanchao said, "This is a rare opportunity for you."

"If this matter proves true, after dealing with local officials, a large number of entrepreneurs will surely relocate."

"Although Dujiang City is average in many aspects, in this situation, they have no choice but to sign some agreements before the local officials fall."

Fu Ying suddenly understood, then looked at him with gratitude.

Meeting local entrepreneurs, such a thing doesn't really require her; Song Guanchao could meet them himself.

He was simply finding an excuse to involve her so she could also have a chance to share in the benefits.

To put it bluntly, Song Guanchao was looking after her, ensuring benefits stayed within the family.

"Let's go inside and eat."

After a brief exchange, Song Guanchao took her into the private room.

She had seen Jiang Yiren before, and the other person she vaguely remembered.

Upon careful recall, she realized it was the Journalist from the Ministry of Propaganda.

They had met once when she received commendation in the Provincial City.

"Fu Ying, Mayor of Dujiang City."

Song Guanchao briefly introduced both parties; Fu Ying smiled and extended her hand to the two.

Once the dishes were all served and the waiter left, Song Guanchao started discussing the plan while eating.

He asked Fu Ying to choose one or two moderately sized businessmen from those she had already engaged with for a second meeting tomorrow.

Lin Wanqiu listened and slightly frowned, casting a seemingly casual glance at both Fu Ying and Song Guanchao.

She wasn't foolish; the task Song Guanchao assigned to Fu Ying could easily be done by himself.

Moreover, being known by an extra person only increased the risk of leakage.

Yet, Song Guanchao still brought Fu Ying into it.

She suspected the relationship between Song Guanchao and Fu Ying was not ordinary.

Throughout the dinner, she paid special attention to Fu Ying, observing her gaze and subtle expressions towards Song Guanchao to confirm her suspicions.

The relationship between the two was definitely not ordinary.

Lin Wanqiu sighed lightly in her heart–this philanderer, just how many women does he have outside?

And each one is more beautiful than the last, making her feel a sense of crisis.

After the meal, they returned to the guesthouse.

Not long after lying down, Zeng Li sent a message: "Open the door!"

She was already outside the door.

Song Guanchao couldn't find an excuse and had no choice but to go over and open the door.

Once inside, Zeng Li snorted angrily.

She walked in, crossing her arms in front of her chest, lifting her ample bosom in a quite impressive manner.

"What were you doing all day?"

"You said you had important matters to handle; come on, what is it? If you can't say, I'll be mad!"

Song Guanchao chuckled, patting the seat next to him: "Sit down, I'll explain slowly."

Zeng Li snorted again, twisted her waist, and sat beside him.

Song Guanchao pulled her into his arms and briefly told her what had happened.

After hearing it, Zeng Li's eyes sparkled: "You're going to make a contribution again!"

"The merits are secondary; these local entrepreneurs are the main focus."

Song Guanchao said, "I'll be busy for the next while."

Zeng Li's delicate brows furrowed again: "You don't want to meet your obligations, do you?"

"..." The way she said it sounded so awkward.

But, he was indeed a bit tired.

"It's been a long day..."

"Then lie down." Zeng Li pushed him, straddling his waist: "I'll do it myself."

Song Guanchao had nothing to say, seeing that she was about to pull off his pants, he quickly sat up and moved her aside: "Let's bathe first."

...

Over half an hour later, Zeng Li lay limply against him, her round little butt twitching; after a while, she lifted her bum, releasing Xiao Song.

Then she collapsed on him as if utterly exhausted, completely motionless.

After a moment, Song Guanchao patted her butt: "Alright, hurry back now."

Zeng Li placed her chin on his chest, her little bum pressing up against him again, rubbing back and forth as she coquettishly said, "I want more."

Song Guanchao's mouth twitched, if this continues, he's going to be drained dry!

Yet, he couldn't bring himself to say no.

Another half an hour later, Zeng Li was finally reduced to a puddle.

Song Guanchao finally understood the true meaning of bittersweet pleasure.

"I'm not going back tonight; I want to sleep with you."

After regaining some strength, Zeng Li slid off him and nestled into his embrace.

Song Guanchao gave a slight nod, and suddenly, his phone rang.

Just hearing the ringtone gave him goosebumps now.

He picked it up to see a message from Lin Wanqiu.

"Are you asleep?"

Song Guanchao reluctantly replied, "Not yet."

At this point, Fu Ying also sent a message: "What are you up to?"

"Getting ready to sleep; had a long day, a bit tired."

"Oh, then sleep early, see you tomorrow."

Old classmates are really considerate, Song Guanchao thought, breathing out lightly. He replied to Lin Wanqiu, "Did you bathe?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to shower again?"

"No."

"Wait for me a bit." After replying, Song Guanchao mustered his energy, got out of bed, and dressed.

"Are you going out?" Zeng Li asked.

"Yeah, there's news from Journalist Lin."

"Liar, you're probably going to find that little hussy Jiang Yiren."

Song Guanchao said, "Yeah, you're right, I'm going to find Jiang Yiren for another 800 rounds."

"Tch."

Hearing him say that, Zeng Li didn't believe him. She pulled back the covers, stretching out her long, white, beautiful leg to tap his waist gently: "Come back quickly; I want more tonight."

Song Guanchao ground his teeth, grabbed her leg, slipped it under the covers, and pinched her butt: "I'll feed you up tonight!"

He realized that unless this little seductress was subdued, he'd have no peace.

"Hmph, who's afraid of whom?" Zeng Li retracted her leg, her lips speaking defiantly, but there was a glimmer of unease in her eyes.

Though she had been proactive earlier, truly, if Song Guanchao were to take the initiative, she'd be left begging for mercy.