In the Standing Committee eting, Song Guanchao was appointed as the district governor of Tongchi District.
The administrative level was promoted from deputy division to full division level.
The position of Zhujiang District Governor was temporarily vacant and was being acted for by the deputy governor.
As for the deputy directors, they received disciplinary action but were not dismissed.
They bore responsibility, but not to the extent of being fired.
Qu Xiangru could have had the Disciplinary Committee investigate them, as none of them had a clean record.
But there was no need to be so absolute; making them aware of their predicant was enough.
After the eting, Song Guanchao walked into the office carrying so food.
Wu Qiangwei didn't ntion anything about the eting, but Song Guanchao noticed that she seed out of sorts.
He couldn't help but wonder if they had argued again during the eting.
It shouldn't have happened.
The eting only covered a few issues, all of which were discussed in advance, making the eting just a formality.
Wu Qiangwei ate only a little before putting down her chopsticks, saying, "After dinner, go find Secretary Chu; she will help you transfer your files to the City Governnt."
After a pause, she added, "Starting tomorrow, you should go to Tongchi District; you don't need to co back."
Song Guanchao nodded, and as he walked to the door with the lunchbox, he suddenly realized.
He was now the governor of Tongchi District, which ant Wu Qiangwei would have to hire a new secretary.
Was she upset because of this?
He had been Wu Qiangwei's secretary for nearly a year.
During this year, despite so occasional minor disagreents, they got along well and held mutual affection, though they never expressed it outright.
He hadn't thought it through before, accepting the governor's role without considering the change in his work location.
At that mont, he felt a sudden urge not to beco a governor and instead stay as her secretary.
This impulse quickly passed and was imdiately suppressed.
He clearly knew that he couldn't remain her secretary forever.
People aspire to advance, and he had set his goals before joining the City Committee.
Being a secretary was just a part of the journey, not the destination.
Bam!
Song Guanchao shut the door forcefully, then turned and walked back to the desk.
Wu Qiangwei was startled by the noise. Looking up, she saw him standing there, gazing at her with intense eyes.
That gaze made Wu Qiangwei's heart race, and she found it hard to et his eyes.
Her eyes wandered restlessly, avoiding his gaze: "Is there sothing else you need?"
Song Guanchao placed the lunchbox on the table, walked around the desk, and stood before her.
He didn't speak; he just quietly watched her.
It was as if there was a fire burning in his chest.
He had the urge to break the unspoken barrier between them!
He was already a governor, at the full division level.
With just one opportunity, he could advance further to beco Vice Mayor.
The gap between him and Wu Qiangwei was getting smaller and smaller.
He thought that perhaps it was ti to take that step forward.
Wu Qiangwei sensed sothing was off with him, and vaguely guessed what it might be; her heart pounded wildly.
She felt a bit flustered, and her racing heart accelerated the blood flow through her body, causing a faint blush to appear on her cheeks.
Her heartbeat grew ever more intense, and nervousness spread throughout her body.
Her thoughts were in complete disarray.
Yet in her heart, there was a faint glimr of anticipation.
Buzz~
The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated, breaking the tense and uneasy atmosphere.
"I, I'll take this call."
Looking down, she reached for the phone.
But Song Guanchao was a step quicker, grabbing the phone and ending the call directly.
Wu Qiangwei was extrely tense: "What... are you doing?"
Song Guanchao stepped closer, looking directly at her: "You need to hire a new secretary?"
"You, you're leaving, so of course, I need to find a new one."
For so reason, Wu Qiangwei felt a bit guilty when she said this.
"Don't hire one!"
Song Guanchao's tone was sowhat domineering, not consultative but commanding.
At this mont, he wasn't speaking as a secretary, but as a man.
Song Guanchao put the phone down, gently tilted her face up by holding her chin.
Wu Qiangwei pursed her lips, looking like a fairy walking out of a painting, yet her eyes still moved restlessly, not daring to et his gaze.
"Qiangwei..."
Knock, knock.
Just as Song Guanchao spoke, a knock on the door interrupted him.
He recoiled as if electrocuted, taking two steps back abruptly.
At the sa ti, the office door was pushed open.
Zeng Li stood at the entrance, looked at them, and didn't notice anything unusual.
"Secretary, Secretary Zhang is looking for you."
Wu Qiangwei quickly composed herself and returned to calmness.
"Secretary Song, please step out for a mont."
In matters of confession, sotis one must seize the mont, or else the courage may falter.
Just now was the perfect opportunity, but it was interrupted by that knock.
As his emotions subsided, the regained rationality of Song Guanchao left him feeling unsure and hesitant.
"Okay."
Song Guanchao left with the lunchbox, noticing Zhang Xiaoxian outside.
"Secretary Zhang," he smiled in greeting, although he wasn't interested in why he was there.
He tossed the lunchbox away and went to Chu Xiao'e's office.
Closing the door behind him, as he approached, he saw Chu Xiao'e hadn't even looked up; she just tossed a file toward him.
"Go to the City Governnt."
This woman didn't seem to be in a good mood?
Was it because he had been sowhat neglectful recently?
Co to think of it, it had been quite a while since he last interacted with Chu Xiao'e, barely even seeing her face.
There was no help for it; he was just an ordinary person with limited energy and ti.
Previously, he could spare so ti weekly, perhaps to eat a takeaway al in the office.
But as his rank continued to rise, his personal ti was increasingly squeezed and compressed.
The way things were before was becoming less and less feasible.
Song Guanchao grabbed the file and turned to leave.
Seeing this, Chu Xiao'e's youthful doll-like face suddenly turned sour.
This bastard couldn't even be bothered to pretend anymore.
Screech.
Song Guanchao pushed open the door and handed the file to Secretary Xu at the door: "Secretary Chu asked you to send this to the City Governnt."
Secretary Xu looked at the file in front of her, hesitated for two seconds, then said, "Now?"
She had just finished lunch, and it was break ti.
"Yes, now," Song Guanchao smiled: "These are my files; I'm counting on you."
"Oh, alright."
It turned out to be his business; no wonder he was so insistent.
But if it was urgent, why not go himself?
He just knew how to order people around.
Inwardly, Secretary Xu grumbled but only in her thoughts.
Song Guanchao's status had changed, and very few people in the Lingjiang political arena dared to offend him now.
After Secretary Xu left, Song Guanchao turned back to the office.
Click.
Hearing him return, Chu Xiao'e looked up to see him back and locking the door from the inside.
Chu Xiao'e kept her face cold, staring at him without saying a word.
Song Guanchao approached, lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it lightly, then leaned down to kiss her earlobe, his deep voice almost making her ears tingle.
"I've been busy with fraud cases lately, haven't touched a woman in over two weeks, so you'll have to bear with later."
Chu Xiao'e's face turned bright red, just about to tell him to get lost, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it was captured by Song Guanchao's lips.
The resentnt she'd accumulated during this ti dissolved with his kiss.
She felt her body lighten, and when she landed, she was already sitting on the desk.
Her slim waist trousers slipped to her ankles before she even noticed, and Song Guanchao's rough palms were caressing the delicate skin of her thighs and hips.
A wave of heat rose wherever he touched.
A mont later, as Song Guanchao thrust, Chu Xiao'e tensed up, shivered as if an electric current passed through her.
The deep-seated contentnt turned into a hedonistic sound escaping their lips.
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