Official Career Storm

"Why did it take so long to open the door?"

Zhou Qian kicked off her shoes and suddenly noticed a pair of men's shoes on the shoe rack.

She quickly looked up, eyes wide, and asked quietly, "Is someone here?"

Wu Yun smiled naturally and said, "Yeah, Song Guanchao is here with me."

"Huh?" Zhou Qian was a bit stunned, then her expression became a bit unnatural, "Why... why is he here with you?"

She didn't know that Wu Yun had long known about her relationship with Song Guanchao.

However, Wu Yun didn't expose her.

"He's staying over."

"Oh, I see, then... then I..."

She wanted to say that maybe she should go back.

But the words just wouldn't come out of her mouth.

It had been a long time since she last saw Song Guanchao.

Wu Yun didn't make it difficult for her, "Come in quickly."

"Hmm, okay."

Zhou Qian followed inside and glanced around the living room but didn't see any sign of Song Guanchao.

Wu Yun said, "He went to the room to sleep."

"Oh."

"Do you want me to wake him up?"

"No need... why wake him up." Zhou Qian said one thing but meant another.

Wu Yun hid her smile and asked, "Have you showered yet?"

"Not yet."

"Then go shower, I'll get you some clothes."

Ever since they experienced a life-threatening incident together, the two women had become very close.

Sometimes Wu Yun would stay at her place for a few days, and sometimes Zhou Qian would come here for a few days.

So, Zhou Qian had left several sets of clothes here.

After Zhou Qian went to the bathroom, Wu Yun suddenly ran into Song Guanchao's room.

"Guess who's here?" she said with a mischievous smile.

Song Guanchao had already heard Zhou Qian's voice, but since she didn't say it, he pretended not to know, "Who?"

"Zhou Qian."

"Ah? Why is she here?"

"She's here to stay over at my place."

Wu Yun smiled slyly at the blanket covering him, reaching into it to hold him.

"Feeling held back? Wait, should I have her come find you?"

Her smile was cunning like a vixen, and her words made Song Guanchao's heart skip a beat.

"Ahem, what are you saying, you should go to sleep."

"Hmph, saying one thing but meaning another."

Wu Yun withdrew her hand and turned to leave the room.

Shortly after, she came back again.

"I just went to give her some clothes, she really has a great figure."

"Really." Song Guanchao felt a strange unease discussing such topics with her.

"Her chest is big, and her butt is quite perky too."

Wu Yun glanced downward and said, "I heard Qianqian went to the Provincial City last month to see you, right?"

"..."

"Hmph, so she really went to see you."

Wu Yun's tone carried some jealousy.

At that moment, she heard the sound of the water in the bathroom stop.

"I won't talk to you anymore, I'm heading out."

She left, but the door remained open, unclear if it was forgotten or intentional.

A while later, he heard footsteps approaching from outside, then passing by the doorway.

After that, the light in the master bedroom across the hall turned on.

And then, the light went out again.

Song Guanchao stared at the dark ceiling, thinking about how complicated everything was.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed.

It was a message from Wu Yun: "I'm going to sleep now."

"Okay, sleep early."

"Keep it down, though."

Song Guanchao was baffled. What did she mean by that?

He was feeling a bit restless, but not to that extreme.

Besides, he had to consider Wu Yun's feelings; how could he possibly do anything with Zhou Qian in her home?

But he overlooked one thing.

He might be able to hold back, but Zhou Qian might not.

Half an hour later, he started to feel a bit sleepy.

As he was about to fall asleep, he heard a faint sound coming from the doorway.

The sound grew closer.

Song Guanchao recognized it as someone barefoot, walking quietly.

The next second, the blanket covering him was lifted.

A warm, soft body leaned against him, and a slightly excited and shy voice whispered in his ear, "Brother Song."

It was Zhou Qian.

"Why are you here?"

"Why, don't you want me to come over?"

There was a touch of grievance and sadness in Zhou Qian's voice.

Song Guanchao had returned to Lingjiang but hadn't told her.

Instead, he showed up at Wu Yun's house.

She knew there was some ambiguity between Song Guanchao and Wu Yun, but she didn't know how far it had developed.

When she realized Song Guanchao was also there, her heart sank. Her first reaction was that Song Guanchao was there to secretly meet with Wu Yun.

But she relaxed a bit after discovering Wu Yun was on her period.

It couldn't be a secret meeting; perhaps it was for some other reason.

Zhou Qian didn't ask him why he didn't contact her upon returning; she didn't want Song Guanchao to see her as a nagging woman.

After all, when she got involved with Song Guanchao, she was clear about her position.

She knew Song Guanchao had a legitimate girlfriend, and having made her choice, she had no right to complain.

She climbed onto Song Guanchao, kissed him, and placed his hand on her body.

Song Guanchao was slightly resistant, not to her advances, but because he was afraid of making too much noise and letting Wu Yun hear.

That thought had just crossed his mind when he suddenly remembered the message Wu Yun sent before going to sleep.

Had she anticipated that Zhou Qian would come to him?

If that's the case, then surely, she wasn't asleep.

Sighing softly, Song Guanchao pushed those chaotic thoughts aside and responded to Zhou Qian's show of affection.

The two bodies soon met bare skin to skin.

Zhou Qian lifted her hips, the blanket rising like a small hill.

She positioned herself over Xiao Song, slowly lowering her ample hips, taking him all in.

The muffled lips let out a soft moan.

Song Guanchao grasped her hips, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Zhou Qian held him, her rounded hips slowly rising and gently falling.

The movements were slow, the range not too big.

The two bodies tangled under the covers, soon dripping with sweat.

The soft moans were particularly clear in the night.

In the adjacent bedroom, Wu Yun lay with her eyes open.

Though in different rooms, both doors were left open.

Despite Zhou Qian's attempts to restrain her voice, Wu Yun still heard it.

After some time, she suddenly heard Zhou Qian's voice gradually rising in pitch.

That voice was so electrifying and tingling.

Just hearing it made Wu Yun blush a bit.

It also piqued her curiosity about what it actually felt like.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps, so she quickly closed her eyes.

Before long, Zhou Qian returned.

After a while, she heard the sound of Zhou Qian's breathing as she fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, when Song Guanchao got up, the two women had already washed up and were sitting in the living room.

"Morning, Brother Song," Zhou Qian greeted with a bright face.

"Morning."

After brushing his teeth, Song Guanchao went out for breakfast with the two women.

Zhou Qian asked, "When are you going back to the party school?"

"I have some things to finish this morning, then I'll head back."

"Oh." Wu Yun seemed a bit down, and Zhou Qian's eyes also appeared a bit dim.

After breakfast, Song Guanchao checked the time and said, "I have to head to the City Government now. Next time I'm in the Provincial City, I'll take you two shopping."

After saying goodbye to the two women, Song Guanchao drove his new car to the City Government.

The car was parked in the government's parking lot. He got out and entered the building, taking the elevator to the fifth floor, striding down the hallway to Jiang Yuan's office.

Upon seeing him, Secretary Fang Wei seemed taken aback, "District Chief Song?"

Song Guanchao smiled, "Secretary Fang, could you let Mayor Jiang know that I need to see him?"