The car interior was pitch-black. Song Guanchao had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a phone. His eyes occasionally glanced at the screen, then continued looking forward, creating the appearance of driving.
After the video call connected, Wu Qiangwei didn't speak; she just quietly watched Song Guanchao on the other end.
Seeing him in the car, Wu Qiangwei's tense nerves subtly relaxed beneath her calm facade.
"Secretary, what do you need from ?"
"Nothing," Wu Qiangwei said. "Focus on driving if you're driving, and we'll talk when you're at work tomorrow."
"It's fine, go ahead, it won't affect my driving."
"We'll talk tomorrow."
Wu Qiangwei directly hung up the call.
Song Guanchao exhaled a long breath.
When he returned, he found the door closed.
He had no choice but to knock on the door.
But no matter how he knocked, Qu Xiangru wouldn't open it, as if she hadn't heard.
"In the shower?"
He had to take out his phone and call Qu Xiangru.
But as soon as he called, it was hung up.
He called several tis in a row, and Song Guanchao almost understood.
She was deliberately not opening the door.
Was it because of what just happened?
Song Guanchao felt a bit troubled.
Indeed, although Qu Xiangru knew he had many won around him, openly showing such concern and worry for Wu Qiangwei in front of her was indeed a bit scummy.
No matter how open-minded Qu Xiangru might be, even if she didn't say it, she surely couldn't accept it inside.
Moreover, they had just been intimate.
Being intimate with her while thinking of another woman—if Qu Xiangru were to wield a knife at him, he'd understand.
"Sigh."
Song Guanchao sighed, thinking of going in to apologize and make ands.
But she wasn't giving him the chance.
Yet just leaving like this seed even more inappropriate.
It would only make her feel like he didn't care about her.
After so thought, Song Guanchao really did co up with a way.
Inside the house.
Qu Xiangru leaned against the sofa smoking, her alluring eyes now only filled with gloom.
As Song Guanchao thought, no matter how she kept her distance with him usually, she ultimately harbored feelings for him.
In front of her, while being intimate, yet throwing her aside for another woman, she felt deserted.
He cared about Wu Qiangwei's emotional wounds but didn't consider her?
Or did he think she was strong enough to comfort herself?
Yes, this was the man she chose.
She'd long known Song Guanchao wasn't a faithful man.
But knowing didn't an she wouldn't get angry.
She glanced at the entrance. He only knocked a few tis before stopping.
Qu Xiangru chuckled self-deprecatingly; he seed increasingly impatient with her.
"Click."
Suddenly, a noise ca from the balcony.
As she raised her eyes, she saw Song Guanchao leap in through the balcony window.
Qu Xiangru was montarily stunned.
Song Guanchao closed the balcony window, approached her, took away her cigarette, and tossed it into the trash can.
"It's not good for won to smoke."
Finished speaking, he picked up Qu Xiangru and carried her to the bathroom.
Qu Xiangru lay in his arms, looking at his face.
She gazed intently, but Song Guanchao pretended not to notice.
Entering the bathroom, he undressed himself first, then helped her undress.
Throughout, she stood still.
Once bare-skinned, Song Guanchao turned on the showerhead and started to kiss her.
No matter how he moved, Qu Xiangru remained unmoved, stiff as a stone.
Song Guanchao sighed, stopping and looking down at her: "Are you angry?"
Qu Xiangru didn't speak, just turned around, leaning against the wall, sticking out her plump behind.
Song Guanchao stared blankly.
Her posture was extrely alluring, yet, Song Guanchao sensed she wasn't in the mood.
He embraced her from behind, saying: "Let's just take a nice bath."
Qu Xiangru's tone was icy, a bit impatient: "If we're doing it, then do it. If not, leave; don't waste my ti."
"...…"
She was genuinely angry, and not lightly.
Song Guanchao remained silent, took the soap, and quietly washed her body.
After the shower, Song Guanchao carried her bare body to the bedroom, laying with her in bed, and said, "That night during the capture of Luo Sanming, Luo Sanming aid a gun at . Do you know what I was thinking then?"
Qu Xiangru's eyes flickered slightly.
She didn't speak, and Song Guanchao didn't actually expect an answer.
He spoke to himself: "The first figure to flash through my mind was you."
Even knowing Song Guanchao was sweet-talking to please her, she still felt delighted.
Song Guanchao kissed her forehead and continued, "I was thinking, if Luo Sanming really shot, what if I died."
"I'm not afraid of dying, but at that ti, Qin Yuejin hadn't surrendered yet. If he didn't surrender, you'd still be affected."
"Fortunately, Director Liang arrived just in ti, and he had no chance to shoot."
"Oh, right."
"Soone invited to dinner tonight, can you guess who?"
She remained silent, and Song Guanchao added, "It was your cousin, Jiang Yiren."
"For Jiang Xiuwen and Jiang Sheng, she invited to dinner, wanting to return those two billion."
"I slamd the door and left."
"Jiang Yiren caught up, offering a condition; frankly, this condition was tempting. You'll never guess what it was."
Song Guanchao deliberately left her hanging, forgetting she wouldn't ask, then continued, "She said as long as I helped Jiang Sheng, she'd sleep with ."
Qu Xiangru's eyes shifted slightly.
Song Guanchao smiled: "Any man faced with such an offer wouldn't refuse."
"Your cousin, in terms of both figure and looks, is top-notch, besides, she hasn't done it before."
"Do you know how I responded?"
"I told her, no deal."
"Although I'm not a good man, I'm not soone who falls for everyone."
While speaking, he kissed her forehead once more: "Moreover, since Jiang Sheng bullied you, it wouldn't matter even if Governor said so, I wouldn't agree."
Qu Xiangru suddenly sighed, her eyes complicated, looking at him.
This man truly knew how to make won happy.
Of course, what he said was true too.
She seed to understand why Wu Qiangwei cherished him, why Jiang Yiren was willing to use her body as an offer.
Such a man, perhaps not many won could refuse.
Suddenly, she sat up from the bed; Song Guanchao followed, but she pushed him back down.
She lightly grasped the strap on her shoulder, shrugging slightly, letting her silk nightgown slip, revealing her nearly perfect bosom.
She spread her legs, sat atop him, casually swaying and brushing against him, and after he responded, she steadied herself, reaching down to guide Xiao Song to the right position, her hips easing down slowly.
The scorching, firm grasp made Song Guanchao's mind drift.
Qu Xiangru bit her lower lip, her long hair in disarray and flying, her expression bewitching, captivating, the bunnies on her chest fluttering wildly with her movents.
From Song Guanchao's perspective, at this mont, Qu Xiangru resembled an enchantress causing havoc, exuding irresistible allure.
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