Official Career Storm

In a coffee shop with a somewhat bourgeois ambiance.

Song Guanchao and Yu Lifang sat facing each other, with a cup of coffee in front of them.

Yu Lifang felt a bit nervous.

They hadn't met or contacted each other for a long time.

Receiving the call out of the blue, Yu Lifang worried if he wanted something from her again.

Sipping her coffee, Yu Lifang maintained her composure, "Secretary Song... District Chief Song, what do you want with me?"

This guy was now a District Chief.

A rank higher than hers.

It's truly unimaginable.

He had only joined the City Committee less than a year ago.

Yu Lifang knew too well how difficult it was to get promoted within the system.

Even with backing, it would take at least two years to climb to Song Guanchao's level, even step by step.

Song Guanchao asked, "Where is Feng Sheng?"

Hearing this name, Yu Lifang's heart trembled, and her eyes wandered, "I, I haven't been in contact with him."

It was due to Feng Sheng back then that she was threatened by Song Guanchao.

Since then, she hadn't contacted Feng Sheng again.

"Not in contact at all?"

"No."

"Would he so easily cut ties with you? You're the Deputy Director of the Tax Bureau, do you say cut and it's done? He wouldn't extort you?"

"He's very well-behaved."

"Really?"

Song Guanchao sipped his coffee, thought for a few seconds, and determined she probably wasn't lying.

Feng Sheng was from Yunhai Club, and the club aimed to maintain contact with officials like them.

In other words, people like Feng Sheng existed to provide services to people like Yu Lifang.

Even if they cut ties, they wouldn't dare entangle too much.

If they dared to entangle, Yunhai Club wouldn't let them off if Yu Lifang sought help.

"Who's the man you're with now?" Song Guanchao asked.

The blunt question made Yu Lifang feel ashamed.

"I, I don't have anyone..."

"Don't waste my time," Song Guanchao said impatiently.

"Really no one," Yu Lifang whispered, "When I want to, I just go to the club. It's different each time."

"You're quite the player."

Song Guanchao chuckled. This woman, probably due to that incident, was scared by him.

She was worried that maintaining a long-term relationship with a man would easily be discovered.

So, she didn't maintain any relationships and didn't even book a room outside.

When she wanted to, she just went to the club to pick a man and solve it.

"Enjoy your drink slowly."

Song Guanchao put down his coffee and got up to leave.

Yu Lifang breathed a sigh of relief, then became curious, why was Song Guanchao asking these questions?

Was he investigating something?

Yu Lifang felt a bit tense and decided not to visit the club for some time; she needed to take a break.

Song Guanchao got into his car and contacted Chen Jie to invite her out for lunch.

At eleven-thirty, he arrived at the chosen restaurant.

This time, he specifically chose a rather classy restaurant.

In the private room, Chen Jie had already arrived.

Like Yu Lifang, she also felt nervous facing Song Guanchao.

"Director Chen, long time no see."

Song Guanchao smiled and asked the waiter to serve the dishes.

During the meal, Chen Jie had little appetite, eating absentmindedly.

Song Guanchao remained silent, making her feel very unsettled.

Once they were almost done eating, Song Guanchao lit a cigarette and said, "When was the last time you booked a room with Feng Sheng?"

Without any prelude, the direct question caught Chen Jie off guard.

She instinctively wanted to deny it, but worried that Song Guanchao had been secretly investigating her, she told the truth, "This morning."

"..."

Song Guanchao's mouth twitched, this woman was really thirsty.

However, it was good, at least she kept in touch with Feng Sheng, making the meal worthwhile.

"This morning, in the underground parking." she added.

Song Guanchao, though uninterested in her private life, was still shocked by her overly open private life.

Chen Jie was already 37, yet still so eager.

However, she maintained herself well and appeared much younger than her actual age.

"Follow me."

Song Guanchao stood up and walked out.

Chen Jie silently followed.

Leaving the restaurant, Song Guanchao got into her car and said, "Drive."

"Where to?"

"The old place."

The old place?

Chen Jie hesitated, not understanding where he meant by the old place.

Song Guanchao reminded her, "The abandoned factory."

Chen Jie immediately remembered.

Previously, Song Guanchao had taken her there once.

Moreover, in that abandoned factory, Song Guanchao had her strip and comfort herself.

Thinking of this, Chen Jie's face blushed slightly.

On the way, she couldn't help but let her mind wander.

Why did he want her there? What was he planning to do?

Could it be he wanted to do something to her?

But why so suddenly?

Soon, the car entered the abandoned factory.

Song Guanchao said, "Call Feng Sheng and tell him to come over."

"Huh?"

Chen Jie immediately realized that it wasn't about her, but about Feng Sheng.

"Wh-what are you planning to do?"

Song Guanchao looked at her, countering, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Some things, once you know, can't be unheard."

"I-I won't ask anymore." Although curious, Chen Jie realized some things are better left alone.

Otherwise, once entangled, it wouldn't be easy to get out.

She took out her phone and sent a text instead of calling.

"He'll be here soon," Chen Jie said softly, even showing him the text.

Song Guanchao hummed in acknowledgment, reclined the seat, and closed his eyes for a rest.

Chen Jie felt very tense, filled with many questions.

During the wait, her anxiety only increased rather than eased.

She looked at Song Guanchao lying in the passenger seat and suddenly reached out her hand towards him.

Song Guanchao caught her wrist, "What are you doing?"

"I-I'm a bit nervous," Chen Jie whispered.

"..." Song Guanchao's face twitched.

If you're nervous, why involve me?

"Can I help you?" Her eyes were soft and pitiful.

Though 37, she exuded a tender, girlish charm at that moment.

"No need." Song Guanchao shook off her hand.

Chen Jie pressed her lips together, feeling a bit frustrated.

Suddenly, she noticed a bulge in Song Guanchao's pants.

Her eyes lit up, and she reached out again, gently caressing through the pants.

As she caressed, the fabric's rise became more pronounced.

Song Guanchao grabbed her hand again, his face dark, "If you're itchy, use your own hand."

Chen Jie didn't get angry; instead, she flirtatiously flicked her hair, unbuttoning the collar of her shirt, revealing smooth skin and an alluring sight.

She licked her lips and said, "Let me help you, I'll make sure you're comfortable."

Song Guanchao couldn't control his body's reaction, but he could restrain his urges.

He remained silent, simply looking at her coldly.

Under his gaze, Chen Jie felt uneasy, then suddenly bit her lip and bent over, lowering her head between his legs.

She didn't believe Song Guanchao could truly resist.