Official Career Storm

Different women have completely different sensations when it comes to their lips.

Some women have slightly thick lips, soft and warm, and kissing them feels like sinking into a gentle haven, enveloped by a warm embrace.

Others have thin lips, slightly cool, but as the kiss progresses, they gradually heat up, unlocking their inner restraints and releasing a more intense passion.

Every part of Jiang Yiren's body is perfect, without a trace of flaw.

Her lips are of moderate thickness, warm and smooth like jade, perfectly matching with Song Guanchao's lips.

But she clearly has never kissed before, completely inexperienced.

Once her lips were blocked, her body went limp too.

Song Guanchao felt as if he was holding a warm jade in his arms; his tongue stirred inside her, causing her delicate body to quiver gently.

It seemed to provoke a strong response in her.

The slender, snow-white neck even raised goosebumps, indicating how sensitive her body is.

Song Guanchao's right hand clasping her waist slipped into the gap at her waistband, grabbed her hips firmly, and squeezed.

Then, as his hand slid along the crease of her bottom, he felt a moist area.

Song Guanchao was amazed, internally recognizing how extraordinarily sensitive this woman's body was; merely biting her lip elicited such a strong reaction.

The desire within him was also provoked, and his other hand freed her tucked-in shirt, caressed her delicate belly, climbed upwards, and grasped her supple breast through her bra.

With his hands roaming, still biting her lips, Song Guanchao seized her most sensitive spots.

Jiang Yiren had never experienced anything like this before, her face quickly turning crimson, breath hot and hurried, her small mouth opened by Song Guanchao's tongue, producing fragrant moisture between her teeth.

Song Guanchao's tongue roamed both inside and out of her sweet mouth.

Song Guanchao resisted the impulse to go further, withdrew his hand, lifted his head, and patted her bottom.

Looking at her bewildered face, he said, "Go inside."

"Ah?"

Jiang Yiren suddenly snapped back to reality.

The momentary events had left her losing track of time.

It felt like hours had passed, yet seemed like just a fleeting moment.

"Mm."

Her gaze was timid, avoiding Song Guanchao's eyes, as she nervously turned to go inside with the door still open, which Song Guanchao helped close.

Song Guanchao licked his lips, somewhat dissatisfied and wanting more, as he turned and headed downstairs.

Inside the room, Jiang Yiren sat on the sofa hugging a pillow, entirely bashful.

"That scoundrel, actually put his hand inside..."

She had keenly felt it, both up and down, being touched by him.

Those were the most private areas for a woman.

Yet, that scoundrel just went ahead and touched them.

Furthermore, it was outside the door.

How incredibly embarrassing!

She rubbed her thigh, suddenly stood up, and rushed into the bathroom, changing her damp underwear and taking a shower.

...

Song Guanchao already had a fairly clear plan in mind.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

It was already late now, he intended to arrange a meeting with Tang Zhengqiang tomorrow.

Upon returning to the hotel, Song Guanchao was startled.

Zeng Li was sitting on the sofa.

But her nightgown was gone.

Replaced by a deep blue silk cheongsam.

The cheongsam slit reached up to her thigh, she lounged on the sofa, her body slightly leaning sideways.

An entire long leg was exposed, yet the overlapped posture managed to artfully conceal the mysterious part.

Moreover, she had styled her hair into a gentle bun, adorned with a wooden hairpin.

With the combination of this outfit and hairstyle, her entire demeanor changed greatly.

"You're back."

She stood up, tiptoeing, walking like a cat, twisting her seductive waist.

She had a great figure, and the cheongsam is the kind of clothing that best highlights a woman's body.

The slightly taut wrap perfectly accentuated her hip shape.

Viewed from the side like a peak, from behind like a heart shape or a peach.

Song Guanchao realized that a man's view of a woman truly changes with his changing mindset.

She was always so beautiful, but before, Song Guanchao felt nothing for her, merely considering her a girl who hadn't matured.

But now, he realized she had immense potential.

She could carry off any style of attire.

Wrapped in a towel, innocent and lovely like a saint, discouraging any impure thoughts.

At this moment, in a cheongsam, upright and mature, with a subtle yet enchanting allure, exuding indescribable charm.

Though not as tall as Jiang Yiren, she stood about 170 cm, tall and well-proportioned, maximizing the advantages of the cheongsam.

Before she could approach, Song Guanchao already quickened his steps towards her, embracing her, his hands beginning to wander.

Zeng Li giggled, letting him caress her.

She could sense how impulsive, hungry, and rough Song Guanchao was at the moment.

The cheongsam was almost being torn.

He buried his head to kiss Zeng Li's neck, grasping the hem to lift upwards, with only a thin, small pair of panties underneath.

Supporting Zeng Li's bottom, he headed towards the room, laying her on the bed.

Just as he was about to move, Zeng Li suddenly crawled to the bed's edge, proactively unbuckling his belt, batting her eyes alluringly, nearly captivating Song Guanchao's soul.

This woman, young and inexperienced, yet somehow inherently knew these things.

Song Guanchao breathed comfortably, caressing her hair, watching her body sprawled on the bed, his inner desire stirring.

...

The next morning.

Zeng Li didn't come to work.

Despite Song Guanchao repeatedly speaking of restraint, Zeng Li did not restrain.

A night passed, leaving him sleepless, feeling sore and exhausted.

"Secretary, Tang Zhengqiang contacted me yesterday."

Song Guanchao said, "He wants a million. If we don't give, he'll sell the information to another group of fraudsters."

Wu Qiangwei calmly said, "Then give it to him."

A million isn't much.

With her position in the Wu Family, a million is nothing, the Wu Family wouldn't mind.

Even if the Wu Family knew, primarily using this million to nurture Song Guanchao, they wouldn't mind.

Being an official isn't just about oneself.

Networking and maintaining relationships all require money.

Now there's an opportunity to promote one's person, unless the Wu Family is foolish, they wouldn't refuse.

Moreover, Song Guanchao's excellence is worthy of spending money to cultivate.

Both her ability to hold the position and her problem-solving capability over nearly a year in Lingjiang owes much to Song Guanchao's substantial help.

Even if not for cultivating her own network, simply as reciprocity, she should pay this money.

"You contact him, I'll transfer the money to him."

"But we must ensure, once he receives the money, he keeps silent!"

Money, she wasn't worried about.

Her concern was that for the sake of maximizing benefits, Tang Zhengqiang might sell the information to both sides.

Profiting from her and then selling to another group of fraudsters.

This was intolerable.

Song Guanchao shook his head, "Secretary, you don't need to pay this money."