Power and desire can completely make a person lose their way, and Song Ming is undoubtedly such a person. To become the top leader, his first step is to find a way to drive away Tang Yumeng. Tang Yumeng is a distinguished ********, and he doesn't dare to blatantly do anything to her, but he never stops scheming behind her back.

Sometimes he even thinks about getting rid of Tang Yumeng, but the thought only flickers through his mind and is immediately vetoed by his consciousness. If he were to really get rid of Tang Yumeng, his own troubles would be far from trivial, and he might end up ruining his future.

He has one principle: as long as no lives are taken, everything can be handled.

"Lin Chuan." Xiao Xue looks at him in surprise and says, "You... you're discharged from the hospital?"

"Yeah." Lin Chuan nods, "I felt stifled staying in the hospital."

"But... Secretary Tang went to the hospital to see you," Xiao Xue says in astonishment.

"What?!" Lin Chuan is dumbfounded.

Before he could even react, Tang Yumeng had already walked in from outside, carrying a thermal container. Her face sullen, she ignored Lin Chuan and walked straight past the lounge door, going upstairs to her office.

Xiao Xue blinks, not understanding what's going on, while Lin Chuan also realizes he's made a blunder.

"It's over." Lin Chuan forces a wry smile.

"You ass, go apologize to Secretary Tang right now," Xiao Xue glares at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan can only scurry after her. The office door is closed tightly. Lin Chuan raises his hand, intending to knock, but then he decides to push the door and enter. After stepping in, he turns around and locks the door behind him. There's no one in the office, probably she went to the lounge to change clothes. Indeed, a moment later, Tang Yumeng comes out of the lounge. Seeing Lin Chuan, she's a bit flustered, but she quickly regains her composure.

"Is this how you barge into the Mayor's office?" Tang Yumeng glares at Lin Chuan.

"Sis, I was wrong," Lin Chuan awkwardly says to Tang Yumeng.

"You're not wrong," Tang Yumeng turns her head and sits down on a chair nearby, saying, "It's me who's wrong. I shouldn't care about you too much, shouldn't be too concerned about you, and definitely shouldn't have cooked chicken soup early to send to the hospital for you."

Lin Chuan feels ashamed and hurries over, saying, "Sis, I really was wrong, but, that place in the hospital is really not suitable for anyone to stay."

"Hmph," Tang Yumeng scoffs, "Is it that you don't take yourself seriously, or that I take you too seriously?"

"So what do you suggest we do?" Lin Chuan says with a shameless face, "The mistake has already been made, you can't just send me away, right?"

"You!" Tang Yumeng is even more infuriated, this bastard is being so shameless. Angrily she says, "Get out!"

Instead, Lin Chuan grins, "Sis, I insist on not leaving."

"Are you... trying to anger me to death?" Tang Yumeng is so angry that her chest heaves up and down.

"Sis, even when you're angry, you're so beautiful," Lin Chuan, staring at Tang Yumeng's heaving chest, puts on a lecherous look, "It makes me harbor some improper thoughts."

Lin Chuan is really about to infuriate her to death. Tang Yumeng feels like she's almost at the point of tears. Last night, she personally went to the farmer's market, bought a free-range chicken, and started simmering the chicken soup in the early hours of morning until dawn. She got up early and hurried to the hospital, only to find out that it was in vain. That feeling... especially seeing the empty bed, immediately triggered past memories for Tang Yumeng.

In the past, when she went to the hospital ward to see Tang Hao, the bed was also empty. When she was searching around, the doctor then informed her that Tang Hao had not survived the critical period and had died, and his body was sent to the morgue. At that moment, Tang Yumeng felt as if the sky had crumbled.

Drip... drip...

Tears are falling from Tang Yumeng's eyes one after another.

When Lin Chuan witnesses this scene, he immediately realizes he has stirred up trouble. He is at a loss; women's tears are men's fault. He has no idea how to comfort her or make her happy. Anxious, he stands in front of Tang Yumeng, saying, "Sis, I... I am wrong, please don't cry, stop crying. When you cry, my heart breaks."

Tang Yumeng chokes up and says, "Just go."

"I won't leave," Lin Chuan shakes his head.

"Do you want to make me cry?" Tang Yumeng looks up at Lin Chuan, her beautiful eyes filled with tears. The sight of Tang Yumeng's eyes makes Lin Chuan feel genuinely heartbroken. He suddenly realizes that the woman before him, a few years his senior, is in such need of comfort, in such need of warmth.

All at once, a wave of courage from nowhere emboldens Lin Chuan to make the bravest decision of his life, yes, the bravest decision he has ever made. He steps forward, suddenly embracing Tang Yumeng, and then fiercely kisses her on the lips.

Tang Yumeng never expected Lin Chuan to make such a move, nor did she dare to believe that Lin Chuan would do so. The moment Lin Chuan's lips sealed hers, Tang Yumeng was completely shocked. Her eyes wide open, she was powerless to resist. Lin Chuan easily breached her defenses, and with the nature of a man, deftly took her tender tongue into his mouth. This first kiss turned out to be such an erotic French kiss.

Lin Chuan is a greenhorn, but he is a man, and every man has an innate ability when it comes to a woman's body. This ability begins with the man's nature, his genetic heritage.

"Mm..."

Finally, Tang Yumeng came to her senses and tried to push Lin Chuan away, but he seemed to have arms like mechanical limbs that simply could not be pushed off. She struggled fiercely, but Lin Chuan's primal instincts did not allow him to let go. Eventually, Tang Yumeng was overwhelmed by his kisses, gradually stopped resisting, and slowly melted into Lin Chuan's embrace. In the end, she was actually holding Lin Chuan, actively responding to his kisses.

This was Lin Chuan's first time kissing a woman so passionately, so he kissed with great emotion, his blood boiling, with his member below already itching for action. Trapped inside his trousers, it pitched a conspicuous tent, constantly rubbing against Tang Yumeng's lower abdomen. Lin Chuan felt extremely stimulated.

A man is never content with the status quo, Lin Chuan was a man, a man full of passion. He was not satisfied with the status quo either; his hand mischievously slid down and reached Tang Yumeng's perky buttocks, continuously stroking and kneading...

Tang Yumeng was left weak all over, her legs barely able to stand firm, especially in heels. Lin Chuan's hand was remarkably restless, wandering from Tang Yumeng's rear downwards, shamelessly lifting her skirt.

When Lin Chuan's hand sneaked under Tang Yumeng's skirt and touched her plump, irresistibly tempting behind.

"No, no, don't!"

Tang Yumeng instantly realized what was happening and immediately pushed Lin Chuan away.

Smack...

Tang Yumeng delivered a slap, and Lin Chuan instantly felt a burning pain on his face, covering it with his hand, looking at Tang Yumeng with a face full of shame. Lin Chuan did not understand why he had acted so recklessly and impulsively. Guiltily, he said, "Sis... I'm sorry."

"You... get out," Tang Yumeng said, her face blushing, their faces nearly juicing from the redness.

Lin Chuan turned around and hastily left.

The moment the door closed, Tang Yumeng collapsed on the sofa and lay down. Her mind was a complete blank. The scene that had just happened, she would probably never forget for the rest of her life. She couldn't describe the taste, couldn't describe the feeling. Her kiss had been taken in such a perplexed state by Lin Chuan, not only had her kiss been taken, but her buttocks had been hardly felt up. She did not know whether it was right or wrong. Whether she had been taken advantage of, or if she had found satisfaction.

And so, Tang Yumeng lay there on the sofa, her thoughts a mess, her heart racing. Her head filled with all kinds of wild thoughts, until Xiao Xue came in, and she gradually started to feel a bit better.

Lin Chuan wasn't having it easy either, with five red finger marks on his face. Of course, he wasn't angry about the slap, but he detested his own rash actions towards Tang Yumeng. He loathed the self that had just undertaken such a disrespectful act.

Upon returning to the resting room, Luo Guoqing was smoking, having taken Li Minghua's hand in cards, playing with several others.

"Lin Chuan, what's wrong with you?" Luo Guoqing looked at Lin Chuan with surprise.

Lin Chuan, with a gloomy complexion, returned to the resting area and replied briefly, "Nothing."

Luo Guoqing hurriedly handed off his cards to someone else and then came over: "Kid, you seem off. Did Secretary Tang scold you?"

"No." Lin Chuan shook his head. In fact, at this very moment, Lin Chuan's mind was still a blank, unsure of how to face Tang Yumeng, unsure of the future. They would have to see each other more or less in the future, but after what had happened, how would they face each other?

"Why do you have a handprint on your face?" Luo Guoqing exclaimed in shock.

Lin Chuan remained silent, and Luo Guoqing, astonished, said, "Did Secretary Tang hit you? No way. Such a gentle woman. It must have been her female assistant, heh heh... That girl is fierce, you have to be careful."

"Hmm." Lin Chuan nodded, saying, "Old Luo, if Secretary Tang needs the car today, please take care of it. I'm heading back first."

"Sure," Luo Guoqing nodded.

After that, Lin Chuan left the City Committee. As he went downstairs, to his surprise, there were quite a few people admiring his Beijing Jeep.

"This car is rare."

"It's decades old now, developed after the founding of New China, a bona fide antique."

"Can this car even drive? Is it roadworthy? Why does it have no license plate?"

A group of people gathered around, and they all fell silent when Lin Chuan appeared and opened the car door. Only after Lin Chuan started the engine did they express their amazement: could this antique car still start? Lin Chuan reversed sharply and then shot straight out, leaving a trail of thick black exhaust for the onlookers.

Cough cough cough...

The crowd dispersed amid the fumes.

"Damn, this old heap is really something."

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