Official Career Storm-Chapter 1433

Song Guanchao's actions are nothing but blatant provocation.

Old Madam Jiang did not explode in anger, she simply looked calmly at her granddaughter.

Jiang Yiren didn't dare meet her gaze, her mind in chaotic struggle.

"Yiren, is what Director Song said true?"

Old Madam Jiang sipped her tea lightly, her tone even and calm.

But anyone could see the hidden anger within her.

Zhou Zheng, upon seeing Song Guanchao touching Jiang Yiren without any resistance from her, intended to rise from his seat.

At this moment, hearing Old Madam Jiang's tone of questioning blame, he resisted the impulse to leave.

No choice, seeing this woman from the Jiang Family, so beautiful.

If there was an opportunity to get close to her, he wouldn't want to miss it.

"Does Old Madam Jiang not believe my words, Song Guanchao's words?"

Song Guanchao responded for her.

"My grandmother didn't ask you, shut up!" Jiang Zhiwen reprimanded.

"Mind your own business."

Song Guanchao huffed and chuckled, "Old Madam Jiang's grandson needs some improvement in character."

Old Madam Jiang suppressed her anger, trying her best to ignore him: "Yiren..."

"Smack."

Song Guanchao interrupted once more, softly tapping the wine glass, his gaze now on Zhou Zheng.

"I heard someone say Secretary Zhou was getting handsy with her?"

"..." Zhou Zheng's face twitched.

When had it come to the point where a mere director could make commands before me, a City Secretary?

Song Guanchao smirked disdainfully, "If you don't speak, I'll take your silence as consent."

He picked up the Moutai, filled a cup, and unexpectedly splashed it towards Zhou Zheng.

No one expected him to do this.

Liquor splashed on his face, Zhou Zheng was stunned for two seconds.

"Smack!"

He slapped the table and stood up, furious: "Song Guanchao, how dare you!"

"Smack!"

Song Guanchao threw the glass directly; Zhou Zheng quickly ducked to narrowly avoid it.

A second later, the glass would have hit his face.

"You..."

"You dare yell at me?"

Song Guanchao was quicker, louder than him.

His eyes glared angrily, and a string of curses followed.

"What are you, getting handsy with my woman?"

"Think I'm just a pushover director?"

Finished speaking, he took out his phone and dialed three numbers: "Want me to call the police, let you taste the consequence of a City Secretary being detained for harassing women?"

Zhou Zheng's psychological anger abruptly paused.

Looking at Song Guanchao's fearless expression, he suddenly remembered this guy never feared anyone.

He had seemingly never gained the upper hand against him.

And, Liang Jianfeng was also Wu Qiangwei's person.

Calling the police might actually risk detention.

Though if detained, he'd quickly be released.

But if this story spread, could he still keep his face?

A City Secretary, losing to Song Guanchao...

Realizing this, Zhou Zheng became even angrier.

Because he found he really couldn't gain any advantage against Song Guanchao.

He grabbed his phone from the table, quietly turned around to leave.

"Did I let you leave?" Song Guanchao's voice sounded behind him.

Damn it, pushing too far!

Zhou Zheng turned back, looking at him with a grim face.

Song Guanchao grabbed the Moutai, poured another drink: "Apologize to Yiren, and this will be settled."

"Bang!" Jiang Xiuwen slapped the table: "Song Guanchao, this is not a place for your antics!"

After rebuke, he turned to Zhou Zheng: "Secretary Zhou, today our hospitality failed. Don't worry, I'll have Yiren come apologize with a drink later."

"Apologize with a drink?"

Song Guanchao laughed: "Mr. Jiang seems still unclear who really calls the shots here."

He gently touched Jiang Yiren's shoulder: "Yiren is my woman, whether to apologize, it's not for you to decide."

"Secretary Zhou, don't waste my time, come drink this up."

"You can choose not to drink, but if you don't, I'll have Yiren report to the police."

At this, he looked at Jiang Xiuwen who wanted to speak: "Do you think Yiren reporting to the police is not up to me?"

Jiang Xiuwen didn't speak, but his gaze said it all, that was indeed what he thought.

Song Guanchao said: "I regret to inform you, it's your word that doesn't count. If I say she'll report, then she will."

"If you don't believe it, Mr. Jiang can try."

"Secretary Zhou can try too."

"But I remind Secretary Zhou, some things, once tried, there's no turning back."

He calmly stated the stakes, quietly watching the glass before him.

"Secretary Zhou, ignore him, Yiren won't report!" Jiang Xiuwen promptly assured.

In his heart, he already hated Song Guanchao, and was deeply disappointed in Jiang Yiren.

She actually turned away from family, helping an outsider against the Jiang Family!

Zhou Zheng was trapped, caught between choices.

Jiang Xiuwen's words, now unreliable to him.

After considering, he ultimately stifled his anger, walked over, and grabbed the glass to drink it down.

Though he said nothing throughout, his anger and humiliation were obvious to anyone.

As he drank that glass, the few from the Jiang Family all silently realized it was a disaster.

This matter could really not be reversed.

"Alright, get lost." Song Guanchao waved dismissively, as if the City Secretary was just a stray dog by the roadside.

Zhou Zheng left wordlessly, the room fell silent.

Jiang Xiuwen did not anticipate, what seemed like such a perfect dinner would turn out like this?

He slowly looked at Jiang Yiren, anger surging in his eyes.

"Yiren, do you know what you're doing?"

"Enough."

Song Guanchao impatiently stood up, refraining from saying anything too harsh to the Jiang Family.

He still had to consider Jiang Yiren's feelings somewhat.

He patted the back of Jiang Yiren's hand: "Let's go."

Jiang Yiren kept her head down the entire time, rising slowly.

As the two reached the door, Old Madam Jiang said: "Once you leave, don't come back."

Jiang Yiren's body shook violently.

Song Guanchao said: "Not coming back is fine." 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"You can stay with me from now on."

"At least with me, you have food and shelter, no need to worry about being sold out."

Jiang Xiuwen cursed: "Song Guanchao, mind your filthy mouth!"

"My mouth may be filthy, but it's cleaner than your hearts."

Song Guanchao did not disguise his disdain for them: "To get close to Zhou Zheng, forcing your own granddaughter onto his bed. This kind of thing, only an old brute like you would do."

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Jiang, let me know when your mother passes away, I'll be sure to send a grand gift."

"Enjoy your meal, Yiren, let's go."

With that, he pushed open the door with one hand, holding Jiang Yiren's hand with the other, leaving the room.