Official Career Storm-Chapter 1427:

Women understand women best.

Jiang Yiren could see their relationship at a glance, and Zhou Qian could see it too. She was interested in Song Guanchao. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

As a journalist, Zhou Qian had interacted with a wide range of people, from those on welfare to top celebrities and Provincial officials.

But in terms of body and beauty, there were not many who could rival Jiang Yiren.

Zhou Qian’s looks were not lacking, deserving of the title "beauty."

However, compared to Jiang Yiren, there was still a gap.

Not mentioning other things, just the figure alone, she was no match.

Jiang Yiren was approximately 1.75 meters tall, with astonishing leg proportions, a terrifyingly slim waist, yet fully endowed in the chest.

Just by looking at her figure, even the most critical man couldn’t find a flaw.

Zhou Qian felt a bit of jealousy and some self-doubt.

More than anything, she was surprised.

Such a stunning beauty making the first move, yet Song Guanchao remained unmoved.

Does this mean that in his eyes, she was more attractive than Jiang Yiren?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qian smiled again and took Song Guanchao’s arm as they walked toward the car.

As soon as they returned home, Zhou Qian pounced on him so passionately that Song Guanchao was a bit startled.

Before he could react, his pants had already been pulled down by her, and with them went her body.

Looking at Zhou Qian kneeling beneath him, Song Guanchao was surprised, yet he roughly understood what was going on.

Late at night.

The two lay in bed, and Song Guanchao said, "Tomorrow morning, come with me to the city bureau."

He briefly explained the situation.

Zhou Qian immediately caught onto the key point of the case: "Wouldn’t doing this offend Secretary Zhou?"

"That’s the point."

"Huh?" Zhou Qian was surprised, but seeing his nonchalant demeanor, she knew he must have his own plans.

There was no persuading, no further questioning. Whatever he asked her to do, she would do.

The next morning.

Song Guanchao took Zhou Qian to the city bureau.

He found Liang Jianfeng and briefly explained.

Although Liang Jianfeng wasn’t afraid of trouble, he felt there was no need to make things so difficult.

Yet, Song Guanchao had already called in reporters, his actions carrying a hint of defiance.

So, he said nothing further, just gave orders for the police to cooperate.

After all, for a case of this level, without the leader’s consent, the police below wouldn’t dare to accept interviews rashly.

As a journalist, Zhou Qian displayed her professional skills.

Halfway through the interview, Wen Ru happened to see and came over to inquire, realizing it was about this case, she was secretly surprised.

Then she saw Song Guanchao and had a rough idea of what was going on.

The interview went on for two days. By the third day, Zhou Qian stayed at home to begin editing the interview clips.

By the fifth day, all the interview content was edited.

That noon, during lunch, Zhou Qian said, "I’ll go back at noon."

If all goes well, the news report could be officially released tomorrow.

"I’ll send you."

"Okay."

After lunch, Song Guanchao drove her.

As the car got on the highway, Zhou Qian realized, "Aren’t we going to the train station?"

"I’m taking you home."

A two to three-hour drive wasn’t too far.

Zhou Qian looked at him sweetly, "Are you staying at my place tonight?"

"If I don’t stay at your place, I’ll have to wander the streets."

However, as the car drove into Lingjiang, Zhou Qian suddenly received a call.

After the call, she looked bitter, "My mom’s coming over tonight."

"Huh?" Song Guanchao was dumbfounded.

Zhou Qian pouted, "You’ll have to stay at a hotel tonight."

"A hotel it is, then."

Although disappointed, it was an unavoidable circumstance.

"I’ll take you home first."

"No, go to the hotel first!"

Zhou Qian stubbornly said.

Seeing her eyes, Song Guanchao knew she was planning to be wild one last time before parting.

At the hotel, as soon as they entered the room, the door hadn’t even closed completely, Zhou Qian pounced again.

About to part ways, not knowing when they’d meet again, Zhou Qian was even wilder than usual at that moment.

Song Guanchao intended to be proactive, but she insisted he lay still and not move.

She straddled Song Guanchao, the bra hanging by her arm, the short skirt around her waist, hair cascading with her swaying hips.

They checked into the hotel around two in the afternoon, and it wasn’t until four that Zhou Qian left.

Song Guanchao lay in bed, the sheets beneath him soaked with sweat, and his body a mess of stickiness.

He took out his phone and sent Chu Xiao’e a message: "Got plans tonight?"

"You’re back?"

"Just arrived."

"Why are you back?"

"To do stuff."

"You pervert!"

Chu Xiao’e lip curled slightly, "Wait for my call."

"Okay."

Taking this time, Song Guanchao quickly caught up on his sleep.

After driving for several hours and being drained by Zhou Qian for a few more, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

At around six in the evening, the phone ringing woke him up.

With a start, he jumped out of bed, answered while quickly dressing: "Off work?"

"Come to my place."

"Not eating?"

"At home."

"Need me to buy groceries?"

"I bought some on my phone."

"Got it, on my way!"

Song Guanchao fastened his belt and went to the washroom to splash some water on his face.

By six thirty, he arrived at Chu Xiao’e’s home.

After waiting a few minutes, he heard the elevator, and Chu Xiao’e returned.

The two met in the corridor. As soon as she approached, Song Guanchao suddenly moved over, pressing her against the wall.

Chu Xiao’e was startled, lightly tapping him, but her mouth was covered, and she couldn’t speak.

Song Guanchao didn’t care and his hand was already reaching into her pants.

"Ah, ah~"

Chu Xiao’e was touched until her entire body went weak, her heart racing.

Suddenly, Song Guanchao pulled down her pants.

Chu Xiao’e was shocked and hurriedly freed her tongue, holding his hand: "Stop it, let’s go inside first."

"Right here," Song Guanchao’s voice trembled too.

He reached downward, unbuckled his belt, then lifted her slightly by her firm hips.

Finding the spot, he nudged forward and entered the scorching tight haven.

In such a setting, Chu Xiao’e’s reaction was extremely intense, crying out uncontrollably.

Her hands gripped his back hard, her once limp legs now taut.

She tried wrapping her legs around him, but her ankles caught by the pants wouldn’t allow it.

And so, she just stood, pressed against the wall by Song Guanchao, in the deeply thorough strokes that reached her soul.

Song Guanchao intertwined with her tongue, his hands savoring her elusively firm body, responding to her tension-induced contractions.

"Mmm—"

Chu Xiao’e climaxed quickly, in just a few minutes her body trembled, trickles of fluid ran down her inner thigh, pooling at her feet.

"I can’t take it," gasped Chu Xiao’e, "I can’t take it anymore."

Even as she spoke, her lips were seized, the strong body in front of her like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.

Each deep thrust overwhelmed her, desperate to spread her legs for relief.

The tides she’d just quelled surged again in no time.

Nobody knew how many times it happened until she heard Song Guanchao’s deep growl and everything calmed.

In the darkened corridor, only their breathing remained.

"Get off," Chu Xiao’e gave him a playful shove, her voice filled with teasing and satisfaction.

As Song Guanchao stepped back, her legs gave way, nearly causing her to fall.

Just as they were tidying up, ding, the elevator opened.

Steps approached as the delivery man with groceries looked at the unexpected pair in the hallway, a bit taken aback.

Chu Xiao’e was startled as well.

Fortunately, they had finished. Had they been a few minutes later, they’d have been caught in the act.

Thinking of that scenario, Chu Xiao’e shivered in fear, mixed with an odd thrill.