It didn't take long before the others arrived at the club by taxi.

Just as they stepped inside, Yan Han, who had arranged everything, also arrived.

"Let's go upstairs, I've already arranged a private room."

Yan Han led the group into the elevator with the air of a host.

"This club is quite upscale."

"The spending must be even more upscale."

"If it weren't for Director Yan leading, I wouldn't dare to come to a place like this."

There was a bit of flattery in these words, but there was also truth.

This club clearly looked upscale, so naturally, the costs wouldn't be cheap.

In their hearts, they were somewhat eager with anticipation.

High class means the women here are of high quality too.

Everyone here is a man, and they all know the main reason for coming to a club.

However, some were a bit hesitant.

After all, they just started the training class today and were still a bit worried that playing around indiscriminately might lead to trouble.

Once inside the private room, the waiter served drinks, soft drinks, and fruit snacks. The screen played songs, and ambient lights swept around, stirring the desires in their hearts.

Yan Han grabbed some whiskey, mixed it with Sprite, poured two glasses, and pushed them towards Jiang Yiren and Chen Yirou.

Even though the two women didn't want to drink, it was hard to refuse in such a setting.

They had to pick up the glasses and take a small sip.

Song Guanchao didn't dampen the mood, holding his drink and leaning back on the sofa.

When someone came over to toast him, he would drink a glass.

The group could see he was holding himself with a bit of aloofness, so they symbolically clinked glasses and then ignored him.

In places like this, the type of person they disliked the most was someone like Song Guanchao.

Little did they know, Song Guanchao also disliked them.

He crossed his legs, holding his phone, chatting with Liang Jiajia.

Liang Jiajia was surprised to know he had run into Yan Han.

"He wouldn't be here to cause trouble for you, would he?"

"It has nothing to do with me, he has a friend in the training class too."

"Could he be trying to get information about you through his friend?"

Song Guanchao paused; what Liang Jiajia said really made him think.

He recalled carefully and suddenly caught a detail he had previously overlooked.

The relationship between Yan Han and Wang Chu seemed quite ordinary!

This could be seen from how they addressed each other.

Furthermore, Yan Han clearly had a higher status than Wang Chu.

Why would he voluntarily contact Wang Chu unless he needed a favor from him?

But this was the Provincial City!

Wang Chu was an official in the Prefecture-level City below.

What help could an outsider official possibly offer a deputy director in the Provincial City?

This was obviously suspicious!

Unless, like Liang Jiajia suggested, he was reaching out to Wang Chu to get information about him.

Or to have Wang Chu approach him.

Only then would it make sense.

He discreetly glanced at the two of them and continued chatting with Liang Jiajia, letting the topic pass.

He didn't want Liang Jiajia to worry too much.

While chatting, his mind was quickly processing.

If he really was using Wang Chu against him, in what way would he do it?

From their brief interaction, Yan Han did not seem impulsive.

He wouldn't confront him directly.

Most likely, he would set a trap for him.

His guard was raised; if Yan Han made any moves, he would be able to detect and resolve it immediately.

"Director Chen, let's have a drink."

A man came over with a glass.

Chen Yirou clinked glasses with him and took a small sip.

The man seemed a bit dissatisfied: "Director Chen, you're really not giving any face."

Chen Yirou replied, "I'm not a good drinker."

The man wanted to say more, but Song Guanchao had unknowingly sat over: "We're here for training, just drink for the sake of it."

The man's face was a bit displeased, and he spoke a bit aggressively: "Training starts on Monday, tomorrow's Sunday, if we drink too much, we have all day to rest."

If it had been back in Lingjiang, Song Guanchao would have flipped the table.

But when in Rome, Song Guanchao knew what kind of people they were, so he couldn't be bothered to bicker with them. He smiled, not even bothering to reply.

This disdain made the man feel insulted, he wanted to get angry, but considering Song Guanchao's status, he held back.

He was just a deputy director in the human resources bureau of a Prefecture-level City, a marginal character, and was pushing the upper age limit.

Being able to attend the Youth Class this time was entirely to boost numbers.

To put it bluntly, the fact that he could sit at the same table and drink with Song Guanchao was probably the biggest opportunity in his life for the next few decades.

Encountering someone destined to soar high, his best move was to cling tight and leave a good impression, not to clash with him.

But maybe he drank too much horse urine, or maybe showing off in front of the beauties made him forget his own worth, and he snorted, muttered, "What's he acting all high and mighty for," and turned to drink with someone else.

Chen Yirou glanced at the man, then at Song Guanchao.

She was a bit worried, would the young Song Guanchao get into a dispute with him?

But it seemed he didn't hear what the man said, lounging on the sofa, munching on sunflower seeds and playing with his phone, showing no reaction.

Chen Yirou breathed a gentle sigh of relief.

Song Guanchao did hear, he simply couldn't be bothered, there was no need to lower himself to argue with such a person.

"Thank you," Chen Yirou suddenly said.

The shimmering lights made Chen Yirou appear very gentle.

When Song Guanchao looked up, his gaze met her autumn-like eyes.

She leaned forward slightly, pressing her crew-neck T-shirt under her hips, causing it to stretch tight, outlining the alluring curve of her ample chest, making Song Guanchao's gaze involuntarily follow.

Song Guanchao glanced and immediately shifted his gaze up: "You're welcome."

Chen Yirou noticed his gaze and wasn't offended, knowing it wasn't intentional.

She adjusted herself, edging closer to Song Guanchao.

Getting closer and closer.

By the time Song Guanchao sensed something was amiss, her softness was already pressed against his arm.

Song Guanchao immediately got goosebumps.

He was just about to withdraw his arm when Chen Yirou's warm breath tickled his ear: "Be careful of Wang Chu and Yan Han."

Song Guanchao was startled, turning to look at her quickly, and because of his speed, Chen Yirou didn't have a chance to pull back after speaking.

So, their lips lightly touched.

Chen Yirou's mind went blank for two seconds, but luckily Song Guanchao reacted quickly, hurriedly pulling back a bit to maintain some distance.

Fortunately, the lighting was dim, and no one noticed them.

Otherwise, if that scene had been seen, they would undoubtedly be teased.

"Sorry," Song Guanchao said, a bit embarrassed.

No matter what, kissing her was a fact.

Chen Yirou's cheeks were flushed, and she shook her head, indicating she didn't mind.

After all, it wasn't intentional on Song Guanchao's part.

Song Guanchao cleared his throat, wanting to speak, but the music in the room was too loud, and at this distance, she might not hear him.

But they had just accidentally touched lips, getting too close again would be awkward.

She knew Song Guanchao wanted to ask her something, so she took the initiative to move closer again.

Seeing she didn't mind, Song Guanchao leaned to her ear: "What's up with them?"

Chen Yiran felt the warmth on her ear, her skin tingling slightly, her heart rate quickening.

She steadied herself, asking: "Did you offend Yan Han?"

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