Song Guanchao washed away the traces left by Wen Ru, and as he was about to leave, Wen Ru suddenly entered.
She no longer had the initial shyness and boldly displayed her body in front of him.
Under the warm water, however, the bite marks on her body couldn't be washed away.
The slap marks on her butt were still evident.
Seeing Song Guanchao lingering, Wen Ru raised an eyebrow: "If you're not afraid of getting pregnant, then continue."
Song Guanchao sneered, taking a step forward: "You think I can't control myself?"
Wen Ru's eyes showed a mont of panic. Her words were firm, but her body truly couldn't take it anymore.
But Song Guanchao didn't care whether she could take it or not; he ca behind her, lifted her hips, and entered her again.
Wen Ru bit her lip, her heart full of humiliation.
By the ti they left the hotel, it was already past two in the morning.
Once in the car, Wen Ru collapsed completely.
As the car drove into the city, Wen Ru said, "I'm hungry."
A few minutes later, the car stopped by a night stall.
Song Guanchao was hungry too. After filling his stomach, he drove back to the restaurant and then drove his car back to the Party School.
He lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Wen Ru's words were indeed tempting.
Especially since she was willing to help him get rid of Zhang Yan.
But Song Guanchao still decided to get rid of her.
For no other reason than that she was an undercover agent.
An undercover agent who had been dealing with criminal organizations for so many years couldn't possibly sever ties with them as easily as she said.
Moreover, the benefits she receives annually from the Lei Group are probably astronomical.
Can she really curb this greed?
Song Guanchao doubted it.
He decided to see Uncle Nan again tomorrow.
The next day.
After finishing the morning training, Song Guanchao contacted Uncle Nan.
"Sa place as yesterday, I'll host at noon, I hope Uncle Nan can give the honor."
Uncle Nan agreed and imdiately contacted Wen Ru.
In the restroom of the city bureau, Wen Ru's eyes turned cold upon hearing this news.
She thought the terms she offered were generous enough, and there was no reason for Song Guanchao to refuse.
Yet he refused.
...
Noon, eleven-thirty.
Uncle Nan t Song Guanchao again.
"District Chief Song..."
"Uncle Nan, do a favor and take out the device."
Uncle Nan was puzzled: "What device?"
"Today is a conversation between the two of us. I don't want Political Commissioner Wen to hear it."
Upon hearing him ntion Wen Ru, Uncle Nan finally dropped his pretense.
He smiled slightly, took out a small listening device from his pocket, turned it off, and threw it on the table.
After taking it out, Song Guanchao also took out his phone and emptied the other pockets to show sincerity.
"Sit down."
With his disguise removed, Uncle Nan was no longer the cultured gentleman; instead, he took the lead as if he had the upper hand in the conversation.
Sitting on the sofa, Song Guanchao said directly: "Wen Ru talked to yesterday, saying she wants to cut ties with you completely and just stay honest as a political commissioner. What does Uncle Nan think?"
Uncle Nan said, "That's her choice, I won't interfere."
"Really?"
"Uncle Nan, you are indeed generous and easy to talk to."
Song Guanchao said, "I have a question, but feel free not to answer, Uncle Nan."
"Go ahead."
"Besides Lei Chengping and Uncle Nan, how many people know about her identity in the Lei Group?"
Uncle Nan picked up his teacup without answering.
Song Guanchao was not surprised, smiling: "If others know, that's actually a good thing."
"But if only Uncle Nan knows, you have to be careful."
"Be careful she doesn't silence you too!"
He stared at Uncle Nan, and as he finished speaking, Uncle Nan's eyes flickered, and his teacup shook slightly in his hand.
Evidently, this remark stirred sothing inside him.
"Does Uncle Nan think I'm being alarmist?"
"Ha, if she can kill Lei Chengping, she can kill you."
"So, if only Uncle Nan knows about her identity, let offer you a suggestion: inform more people about it as soon as possible. Oh, and rember to back up the relevant evidence multiple tis so that when she acts, you at least have a card to save your life."
After finishing his words with a laugh, Song Guanchao flicked his cigarette into the ashtray, brushed the ashes off his pants, and stood up: "I've already ordered the food, but sothing ca up, so I can't accompany Uncle Nan for lunch. Enjoy, and if you need anything, feel free to contact ."
He left, while Uncle Nan's expression turned sowhat grave.
Song Guanchao's words weren't an alarmist talk.
Such things could indeed happen.
Wen Ru had grown to a point where she was a bit beyond his control.
If she chose to abandon her undercover role for self-preservation, there's a high possibility she would target him.
Uncle Nan, leaning on his cane, left the restaurant.
After getting into the car, he dialed Wen Ru's number.
But no one answered the call.
When the car stopped at a traffic light, the call was finally connected.
"Wen..."
"What did he say to you?"
Wen Ru's commanding tone made him uncomfortable.
"He told you two t last night, and you want to cut ties with the Lei Group."
"Yes."
Wen Ru admitted it openly.
Such candor left Uncle Nan montarily speechless.
"Then let's leave it at that. We should refrain from further contact," Uncle Nan said.
Wen Ru was already a significant threat to him, difficult to control.
In that case, it's better to part ways amicably.
He was already advanced in age and did not want to continue managing this shady business; he saw it as earning virtue for his grandchildren.
"What does Uncle Nan an by this?"
Wen Ru said with a smirk, "Do you want to drop ?"
Uncle Nan frowned: "Since you want to continue your role as a political commissioner, it's best for both of us to keep our distance."
He didn't understand what Wen Ru ant by this.
She proposed to sever ties, so why was she going back on it once he agreed?
Did she think he was testing her?
"Ha ha."
"Uncle Nan, when will you give my share?"
"What do you an?" Uncle Nan was a bit angry: "You've already got Lei Chengping's share. What more do you want?"
After Lei Chengping's death, his business share was taken over by Wen Ru's people.
Adding to her original share, she now held about twenty percent of the Lei Group.
That was no small amount.
"What I want is simple: in the future, the Lei Group must listen to ."
Uncle Nan's expression turned grim.
Not hearing his response, Wen Ru said, "Since Uncle Nan is silent, I'll take it as your refusal. Since the negotiations can't proceed, Uncle Nan, you should be on your way then."
Uncle Nan's pupils contracted, as if he guessed sothing: "You..."
Before he finished his sentence, Wen Ru had already hung up.
Uncle Nan suddenly looked up and glanced around, realizing that the car had sohow left the main city; there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and the buildings were rapidly disappearing from sight.
"Shui!" Uncle Nan glared angrily at the driver.
Shui glanced through the rearview mirror and gave Uncle Nan a wide grin: "Sorry, Uncle Nan, I'm Sister Wen's man."
With those words, he pulled out a gun and reached backward.
Bang, bang.
With two gunshots, Uncle Nan clutched his chest in pain, struggling for several seconds before his gaze quickly dimd.
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