Official Career Storm Chapter 182

Song Guanchao had chosen a budget-friendly restaurant.

His monthly salary was only a few thousand yuan, too little to afford expensive dining.

With his status, if he really desired, he could dine daily at five-star hotels or upscale Western restaurants in Lingjiang, rotating als as soone else would inevitably pick up the tab.

But if he did that, how would he be any different from Secretary Sun and his ilk?

Yu Lifang had not visited this sort of street-side, fly-infested eatery in a long while.

Though the tables were wiped clean and there was no trash on the floor, she still felt uncomfortable all over.

Seeing the place Song Guanchao had invited her to eat made her angry inside; she felt that Song Guanchao was deliberately squeezing her.

She entered the private room just as Song Guanchao had finished ordering and handed the nu to the server.

"Director Yu, please sit," he said.

Song Guanchao grabbed so complintary tea and poured so for her.

Yu Lifang had dressed up especially for this midday eting; at 41 years old, ti had been kind to her, leaving few traces on her face.

She wore a tailor-made won’s suit; the white shirt and suit both had a waist-cinching design, and her dark red, large waves of hair displayed the charm of a mature woman.

Her large almond eyes were srizing, and every smile was filled with allure.

For n who favored mature won, Yu Lifang was a top-tier gem.

Given the chance, one could spend three days and nights in bed with her without ever wanting to get up.

"Secretary Song invited here, is there sothing you need?"

Facing this man more than ten years her junior made Yu Lifang quite uncomfortable.

Especially since she knew he held her secrets, this discomfort only intensified.

Song Guanchao asked, "Director Yu, do you know anyone at the Industrial and Comrcial Bureau?"

Yu Lifang replied, "The Deputy Director of the Bureau is a close friend of mine. If Secretary Song wants to et her, I can arrange it."

Song Guanchao said, "Then please trouble Director Yu to ask if the Deputy Director currently has ti."

"Now?" Yu Lifang frowned subtly, glancing around the private room, "This place might not be quite appropriate."

Song Guanchao insisted, "Just ask. If she’s available, have her co here for a eting."

Seeing his firm stance, Yu Lifang could not say much and dialed her friend’s number.

Minutes later, Yu Lifang put down her phone, "She happens to have ti, but... Secretary Song, forgive my bluntness, inviting her to dine in such a place doesn’t seem right."

Song Guanchao feigned ignorance, "What’s wrong with it? Is the restaurant’s standard too low? Or is it because Song Guanchao’s rank is too low?"

Yu Lifang’s smile was forced; she disliked this sort of aggressive conversation.

Song Guanchao was initially in a good mood, but it soured because of her incitent.

He took a sip of the free tea and said, "With my salary of a few thousand a month, I really can’t afford expensive places. Director Yu, if you don’t like the food, you’re free to leave when the others arrive."

Seeing that Song Guanchao seed angry, Yu Lifang felt flustered and hurriedly said, "Secretary Song, you’re taking it too seriously, I didn’t an that."

Song Guanchao ignored her, lit a cigarette, and boldly scanned her still-charming figure.

Yu Lifang felt uncomfortable under his gaze, her mind inadvertently drifting back to that ti in the factory when, in front of Song Guanchao, she had stripped naked and comforted herself...

As the thought lingered, her body began to heat up, and she started to react in ways she shouldn’t have.

She subtly rubbed her thighs together, trying to capture that fleeting, weak stimulation.

Song Guanchao’s eyes twitched; this woman was so desperate?

Am I really still in the private room, and she can’t restrain her desires?

"Take off your pants," Song Guanchao suddenly said.

Yu Lifang was startled, "What?"

"What ’what’? Didn’t you want it? Take your pants off."

"I... I didn’t."

"Then sit properly and stop squirming."

Song Guanchao tore off his mask of friendliness, his words brimming with impatience.

Yu Lifang suddenly felt a bit aggrieved.

About twenty minutes later, the door to the private room swung open, and an imposing, richly dressed young matron, teetering on her slender high heels and swaying her voluptuous waist, entered the room.

As soon as she stepped in, she wrinkled her nose disdainfully, "Sister Yu, why this place? I thought I had walked into the wrong place."

Then she saw Song Guanchao and quickly put on a smile, "Secretary Song, hello."

She had long heard of Secretary Song, and today, upon eting him, she was surprised to find how tall and handso he was!

The broad shoulders under his shirt, and from behind, his back seed like a mountain, which made her heart quietly flutter.

Song Guanchao looked up and a flash of surprise crossed his mind.

It was her!

This woman, he had seen before.

That day, the matron he had encountered with Feng Sheng in a rural brawl!

He hadn’t expected that this woman would turn out to be Yu Lifang’s close friend, the Deputy Director of the Industrial and Comrcial Bureau!

This was indeed an unexpected pleasure.

He didn’t even need to prepare any compromising material—it was all served up!

Yu Lifang got up and introduced her, "Secretary Song, this is Chen Jie."

"Hello, Director Chen."

Song Guanchao didn’t get up, rely raising his hand lazily.

The raised hand didn’t even extend forward, but hung in mid-air.

Chen Jie’s smile froze on her face, a flicker of annoyance crossing her mind, but she still quickly stepped forward and took the initiative to grasp his hand.

Yu Lifang was secretly angry, feeling that Song Guanchao was too arrogant, his deanor too aloof.

After all, if you invite soone over, you should at least mind the courtesies, shouldn’t you?

But with this move, he had made her lose face, making it awkward for her.

In interpersonal relationships, she felt that Song Guanchao really did not know how to behave.

He didn’t even have the inclination to maintain appearances.

Chen Jie was displeased inside, but her smile did not wane.

Nevertheless, the man before her was Secretary Wu’s secretary.

He held significant power and was in his pri, and although she was a deputy director, she was just that—a deputy director.

Although her rank was higher than Song Guanchao’s, they were not on the sa level.

So, no matter how dissatisfied she felt internally, she could only suppress it.

She sat down, Song Guanchao asked the waiter to serve the dishes and also ordered two bottles of cheap white spirits, each bottle costing just tens of yuan.

The food was served, and the door to the private room closed tightly.

Song Guanchao opened the white spirits and placed them in front of them.

"One bottle each, nobody leaves until they’re finished," Song Guanchao said with a laugh.

Both won’s faces changed at his words.

Yu Lifang forced a smile, "Secretary Song, I’m not feeling very well today."

The smile on Song Guanchao’s face vanished in an instant, and he looked at her coldly, "Director Yu, are you not giving face?"

"No, no, I really feel a bit unwell..."

Chen Jie said, "I’m sorry, Secretary Song, but I don’t drink."

She didn’t understand why Yu Lifang was so afraid of Song Guanchao, but it was her first ti eting him.

There were no mutual interests between them, and being polite was rely giving face to his position as a secretary.

But even if she didn’t give him face, what could happen?

Song Guanchao scoffed coldly, his gaze slowly sweeping over the two won, "It seems Director Chen isn’t giving face either."