Official Career Storm

Chapter 1595 1595:

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Song Guanchao came out of Lin Wanqiu's room.

He glanced at his phone, which had a message from Jiang Yiren sent half an hour ago, asking if he was asleep and what he was doing.

"I was just dealing with some things."

He replied casually.

"Oh, so you're not busy now?" Jiang Yiren replied quickly, which surprised Song Guanchao. This woman wasn't asleep yet?

"Not busy."

"Could you come over then? I want to ask you about something."

Asking for advice was just an excuse, meeting was the real intention.

Song Guanchao was too lazy to expose her.

He arrived outside Jiang Yiren's room and didn't knock, to avoid alerting the other girls in the nearby rooms.

"Open the door." He sent a message.

There were the sounds of light footsteps from inside, and Jiang Yiren opened the door, stepping aside. After he entered the room, she softly closed the door.

She was wearing a thin, semi-transparent spaghetti strap nightdress, with a very low neckline and a short hem.

Especially since she was tall, the dress looked like a belly band on her.

As she walked, her chest quivered, with two points particularly prominent.

Song Guanchao pulled out a chair by the window and sat down, exhaling a bit wearily.

Damn, coming over here, he felt like he was practically a toy for these women; he couldn't catch a break.

"What's up?" Song Guanchao asked, pretending not to know.

Jiang Yiren stood right in front of him, very close, less than half a meter away.

Her unique fragrance wafted over gently.

She fiddled with the short and thin hem of her dress, saying hesitantly, "Tomorrow I'm going to rent a car, which car do you want to rent?"

"..." Song Guanchao felt it was quite pitiful for her. Just to see him, she could come up with something out of nothing to say.

"An SUV is fine, rent a good one, a bit more powerful."

"Oh, got it."

Song Guanchao stood up: "You should go to bed early, I'm heading back."

Jiang Yiren was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but look down at her body.

She had deliberately chosen this spaghetti strap dress because it was revealing, sexy enough.

However, Song Guanchao had no reaction at all.

After just a few words, he was about to leave.

"Hey."

"What's up?"

Song Guanchao turned back.

"Are you... are you very tired?"

"Yeah, very tired."

"Then let me give you a massage."

"It's too late, maybe next time."

"It's okay, I'll just give you a quick one."

Jiang Yiren was a bit persistent.

Song Guanchao also felt that just leaving like this might hurt her confidence.

He wasn't stupid, when he entered the room, he already guessed she deliberately dressed so scantily.

If he showed no reaction at all, she'd probably start questioning herself.

He thought for a moment, walked over, moving right in front of her, crossing the typical safe distance between a man and a woman.

Jiang Yiren's body clearly tightened.

The next moment, Song Guanchao suddenly hugged her waist, Jiang Yiren's heart almost jumped out of her chest, her mind was a bit dizzy, feeling unbelievable.

Then came joy.

Her eyelashes trembled, her eyes misty, like a blushing rose.

But this was just the appetizer, before she could react, Song Guanchao suddenly lowered his head and kissed her.

Jiang Yiren's eyes opened wide in an instant, her eyes were big, now even bigger.

He, he kissed me!

Nervousness, surprise, ecstasy... all sorts of emotions intertwined in her heart, extremely complex.

But in the end, all turned into excitement.

She slowly closed her eyes, immersed in the passionate kiss.

After ten seconds or so, Song Guanchao released her sweet and inviting lips, looking at Jiang Yiren's dazed face, eyes half-closed, he lightly patted her on the rear, "Get some rest early."

"Mm, mm..."

She opened her eyes, feeling nothing but shyness in her heart.

She had always hoped to make progress with Song Guanchao.

But now that there was progress, she felt lost, completely unprepared.

Song Guanchao released her and left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Jiang Yiren fell on the bed, burying her face in the pillow, clutching her fists and pounding the bedding.

"So embarrassing."

...

Song Guanchao returned to his room, just walked to the window when Zeng Li climbed out of bed like a small leopard, crawled to Song Guanchao's side, and sniffed strongly at him.

"There's a woman's scent, hmph, I knew it, you must've gone to get cozy with a woman."

"Yeah, got cozy with Journalist Lin first, then with Jiang Yiren, my waist is almost breaking."

"Hehehe."

Turns out she doesn't believe the truth.

Song Guanchao took off his clothes and lay in bed.

Zeng Li crawled over, he only then noticed she was wearing a nightdress.

"Where did you get the nightdress from?"

"I went back to my room to get it."

Zeng Li spread her legs, knelt atop him, lifting the lace-edged hem of her dress, asked, "Pretty?"

"Pretty."

Zeng Li sat down, gently rubbing, biting her lip in a feigned shy manner: "Do you want it?"

"Tomorrow, tonight I'm too tired."

"Hmph! No way, you promised to satisfy me."

"Tricked you, can't satisfy."

"Asshole!"

Zeng Li angrily sat down hard: "Big liar!"

Song Guanchao pulled her down, holding her in his arms, "Alright, alright, go to sleep, get up early tomorrow, see how I deal with you."

...

The next day, Song Guanchao woke up naturally, looked at the time, it's half past nine.

He grabbed his phone, surprisingly, no one had sent him messages or called.

He thought for a moment, wondering if they were also very tired last night?

He guessed so.

After all, he wasn't the only one exhausted.

Looking at the still-sleeping Zeng Li next to him, behaving like a little kitten.

Thinking of being looked down on by her last night, Song Guanchao, feeling energetic and spirited, chuckled, turned her around to face away from him.

A few seconds later.

"Ooh~"

Zeng Li, in her dream, let out a soft hum, her delicate body gently trembling.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to feel the room in her sight swaying back and forth, her mouth involuntarily making "Mm ah" sounds.

Soon, she realized what was happening.

Seeing she was awake, Song Guanchao pinched her little face, smiling mischievously: "Awake? Let's feed you breakfast."

Zeng Li bit her lip, speaking intermittently: "Scoundrel... Ah~ Be gentle."

...

At ten-thirty.

After breakfast, Song Guanchao received a call from Jiang Yiren, she had already rented the car.

She called Lin Wanqiu, asking her to come down.

The three of them drove around the city.

Jiang Yiren curiously asked, "Director Song, where are we going?"

"To do some research."

"Research on what?"

"What do you think?" Song Guanchao tossed the question back to her.

Jiang Yiren thought for a while, shook her head: "I don't know."

She had no experience in this area at all.

Song Guanchao then looked at Lin Wanqiu in the back seat: "What does Journalist Lin think?"

Lin Wanqiu also shook her head, she didn't know either.

Song Guanchao said, "Research needs to be tied to the matter at hand. Different objectives require different subjects."

"We're investigating corruption in Pinghai City, something the average citizen wouldn't know much about. But business people are likely affected to some extent."

"Moreover, according to our information, Pinghai City's corruption is massive. So, some small local companies might have heard about it."

Jiang Yiren suddenly understood: "I get it, you're going to find some small companies?"

"No." Song Guanchao shook his head: "Companies will be handled by Mayor Fu. What I'm investigating isn't official, but the local second generation."

"If the local second generation is really as unruly as claimed, even ordinary people might have heard of them."

"However, the information ordinary people have is limited, asking them would be inefficient."

Jiang Yiren asked: "Then who should we ask?"

Lin Wanqiu followed his analysis, getting an idea: "Nightclubs."

Song Guanchao smiled approvingly: "Exactly, nightclubs! Nightclubs are definitely places the local second generation frequent; there's no better place for field research than a nightclub."

Jiang Yiren glanced at the rearview mirror, pouting her lips slightly.

"Turn right up ahead, there's a nightclub, I've checked, it's one of the most upscale venues in Pinghai City, let's go there."