Chapter 1674: Chapter 1674
Song Guanchao had already driven into the urban area. Through the rearview mirror, he met Chairman Qiao’s gaze and said, "Chairman Qiao, you rest at the guesthouse first. If you need anything, call me."
"Mm, thank you."
After the car stopped at the guesthouse, Song Guanchao personally helped her open a room, escorted her inside, and only then left with Jiang Yiren.
"Are you going home?" Jiang Yiren asked.
"No, I still have to go find the Mayor and report to her."
"Oh." Dragging out the syllable, Jiang Yiren said, "You having them arrested like that, will it have a bad impact on you?"
"Even if the sky falls, there’s always someone taller to hold it up. Besides, I’ve got people above me." Song Guanchao lifted his chin with a cocky look.
Jiang Yiren just liked this arrogant streak of his.
Once they got in the car, Song Guanchao drove her back home. Jiang Yiren called out for him to go up and sit for a while, but he refused.
Who knew if Yu Susu was home. If she was, and he couldn’t help wanting to do something with her...
The best way was simply not to go up, not to see her too often.
After getting in the car, Song Guanchao turned around and went back to the compound.
Knock, knock.
He knocked on the door, listening to the familiar footsteps coming closer from inside. Wu Qiangwei, dressed in a pink pure cotton loungewear set, appeared in the house.
He was used to seeing her in white shirt and black slacks; whenever she switched to a different outfit, she would always take his breath away.
"Come in." Wu Qiangwei turned around and walked toward the living room.
Song Guanchao’s gaze followed her mature figure all the way.
Putting on slippers, he walked into the room and said, "That Director Zhang has already been taken under control."
"I know, Director Liang just called me."
Wu Qiangwei took a bottle of water from the fridge and handed it to him.
It was almost December and very cold outside, but the heating was on and the apartment was very warm. Song Guanchao took the cold water, drank a sip, and started taking off his coat.
Seeing his movements, Wu Qiangwei’s gaze rippled. Whenever the two of them were alone, she could never stop her mind from spinning wild.
"What are you planning to do next?" Wu Qiangwei asked.
"Me?" Song Guanchao laughed. "I’m your soldier. It should be you figuring out how to clean up my mess."
The phrase "clean up my mess" made Wu Qiangwei’s face flush red.
Her face went scarlet, and instead it left Song Guanchao feeling oddly baffled.
What was with Wu Qiangwei today? Blushing so easily?
Was the heating turned up too high?
Wu Qiangwei said, "There are two solutions. First, tomorrow you call Mayor Cai and tell him we’re going strictly by procedure and asking public security, procuratorate, and court to step in and investigate. We’ll get everything clear, right and wrong."
Song Guanchao stroked his chin and said, "If we do that, we’ll be making a complete enemy of them."
"Then we use the second way," Wu Qiangwei said. "Let them come over and pick up their people."
Song Guanchao nodded. "Let’s do that then."
He personally didn’t care about making enemies with the leaders from Feng City, but once the feud was set, they’d keep an eye on you, and who knew when, down the line, they might suddenly take a bite out of you.
Besides, he and Wu Qiangwei didn’t care, but Chairman Qiao was the actual victim in this incident.
If the other side couldn’t easily deal with them, they still had plenty of ways to give Chairman Qiao a hard time.
His goal from beginning to end was to help Chairman Qiao solve the problem, so he couldn’t act on impulse.
Wu Qiangwei checked the time and got up to see him out. "You should go back."
Song Guanchao acted like he hadn’t heard, not moving at all, as if his butt were glued to the couch.
"Mayor Sun hasn’t made any moves recently, has she?" He took a sip of cold water and asked casually.
"Work matters, we can talk about tomorrow. You..."
"Oh? So things outside of work we can talk about now?"
Song Guanchao seized on the slip in her words. He set down the bottle of water, stood up, walked over to her, and took her small hand in his.
Wu Qiangwei jerked her hand away. "Is this how you hold Jiang Yiren’s little hand too?"
"???" The corner of Song Guanchao’s mouth twitched. So this still wasn’t over?
"Me and her..."
"You want to say, there’s nothing between you and her?" Wu Qiangwei looked straight at him, waiting for his answer.
Song Guanchao said helplessly, "Everyone likes beauty. I’m this charming. Being chased by women is pretty normal, isn’t it? She’s the one who’s been showing interest in me, and I’ve turned her down more than once, but she just won’t give up."
"Oh, so she chases you, you feel troubled, so you stay ambiguously involved with her, is that it?"
"...Don’t twist my words. I’m not ambiguously involved with her."
"Heh, so in your eyes, going on a business trip with a woman who has a crush on you is not being ambiguously involved."
Wu Qiangwei nodded slightly. "You should go back. I’m going to sleep."
Song Guanchao sighed and grabbed her hand. Wu Qiangwei had just turned to take two steps when he pulled her into his arms.
"Let go!" Wu Qiangwei glared at him coldly.
"Smack!"
Song Guanchao raised his hand and gave her a slap, making the flesh of her buttocks tremble, drawing a soft gasp from her.
"I told you I turned her down, and you still don’t believe me." Song Guanchao gave her another slap.
Wu Qiangwei bit her lip, but didn’t forget to sneer. "If you turned her down, then why did you still take her to Pinghai? At the end of the day, you just couldn’t bring yourself to push her completely away. You still want something to happen with her. If you didn’t let it happen, there wouldn’t be any ambiguity."
"..." Song Guanchao had to admit she had a point.
"If you put it that way... fine, maybe that is what I was thinking inside."
"But since you don’t like it, I’ll change from now on."
"Heh."
"What does ’heh’ mean?"
"Nothing. Let go."
"I can let go, but close your eyes first."
"In your dreams!"
"Forget it, open or closed is the same."
Song Guanchao arched a brow, pressed against her waist, pulling her toward him, and lowered his head to seal her lips.
"Oww!"
As soon as they kissed, Song Guanchao let go again, quickly touching his lips. There was a faint trace of blood.
That bite had some force behind it.
"So you bite, huh? Even if you bite, I’m still going to kiss you!"
Song Guanchao resumed kissing her.
Wu Qiangwei was furious and helpless at the same time. Of course she could keep biting him, but she also couldn’t bear to.
Faced with this shameless, clingy rogue behavior, she actually had no way to deal with him. So she stopped shoving him away and resisting, and instead melted into the wet kiss with him.
Her change didn’t escape Song Guanchao’s notice. Sensing that the time was right, his hands stopped being honest.
The loungewear was soft and thin to begin with. The pants had an elastic waistband; only the top had buttons.
He slipped his hand into her pants, grabbed her elastic, perky butt and kneaded it hard, kneading until she was panting softly.
Just as he was about to pull her pants down, Wu Qiangwei suddenly flicked out her little tongue and panted, "You’re covered in sweat."
Song Guanchao stopped. "Then I’ll go rinse off."
He turned and headed for the bathroom, stripping as he walked.
Soon he was washed clean and came out wrapped in a snow‑white bath towel.
He was like a big gray wolf, smiling teasingly, eyes lecherously gleaming as he moved closer to her.
Wu Qiangwei couldn’t stand the embarrassment under that gaze of his.
"Pretty little lady, here I come!"
Song Guanchao raised both hands, fingers curled like claws, chanting a little Japanese line, and pounced on her like a starving tiger.
