"Ah~"

A satisfied sound fell, and Chen Yirou's body seemed boneless, sliding down from him, lying on the bed, her belly rising and falling with each breath.

She turned her head, looking at Song Guanchao, who was also breathing heavily, his face filled with satisfaction, and said, "I'm hungry."

"Go out to eat, or order takeout?"

Chen Yirou lifted her legs a little, feeling them sore and weak: "Let's order takeout."

Takeout arrived quickly, and the two of them moved from the room to the living room.

Sitting on the floor with cushions under their butts, they devoured the food around the coffee table.

After eating and drinking their fill, Chen Yirou stretched comfortably, her flexible body spreading out beautifully like a painting.

"I'm going to take a shower, are you coming?"

With such an invitation from a beauty, there's no reason to refuse.

Before long, the bathroom was filled with Chen Yirou's soft calls.

"Scrub my back well, don't touch... Ah, lighter."

More than half an hour later, the two returned to the room, soaked.

After a brief nap, when Song Guanchao opened his eyes again, it was already past three in the afternoon.

He had a dinner appointment with Ji Lin tonight, but it was still early.

"What time is it?" Chen Yirou mumbled sleepily, waking up.

"Three twenty."

"Only after three, huh." Chen Yirou squirmed in his arms and asked with closed eyes: "What about dinner?"

"I have a dinner appointment tonight, you'll have to find food yourself."

"Oh, alright."

Chen Yirou wasn't disappointed; she reacted calmly.

The two did not have an emotional foundation, purely fulfilling each other's needs during the training period, comforting each other's bodies.

After chatting for a while, suddenly there was no more conversation to continue.

As the atmosphere started to feel a bit awkward, Chen Yirou's body squirmed in his arms, and their breathing gradually synchronized again.

Soon, the room was filled with the sound of indulgence.

Around five o'clock, Song Guanchao finally left the hotel.

Ji Lin had booked a restaurant in the city center with a sophisticated style, and naturally, the cost was not low.

In the private room, besides Ji Lin, Yan Han was also there.

Song Guanchao was quite surprised to see him; this guy was released?

Upon seeing Song Guanchao, Yan Han quickly stood up, looking a bit awkward: "District Chief Song, thanks for your help this time."

He had initially thought it was Song Guanchao who set him up, but it turned out to be someone else, and in the end, it was Song Guanchao who got him out.

"Hmm."

Song Guanchao's demeanor was indifferent.

Yan Han was now just a team leader, and barring surprises, it would be difficult for him to climb higher.

Plus, given their previous conflicts, Song Guanchao didn't even bother pretending.

Yan Han noticed his attitude but didn't mind.

Today, he had simply come to host a dinner to express his gratitude; the main character was Ji Lin.

"District Chief Song." Ji Lin approached and shook his hand.

Ji Lin was very talkative, but his young age meant many topics didn't greatly interest Song Guanchao.

But at least the meal kept the conversation flowing without awkwardness.

Being raised in a political family made him different; growing up under his parents' influence, his presence and etiquette were far superior to his peers.

During the meal, he subtly mentioned that if Song Guanchao needed help, he could offer assistance.

Song Guanchao responded with a smile but didn't pay it any mind.

Even if today's host was Ji Lin's mother, Zhang Jie, offering such a gesture of goodwill, Song Guanchao wouldn't take it seriously.

That's because he had promised Lu Zhizhong to seek justice for his friend who was unjustly forced into suicide by Zhang Jie.

But he also said it wouldn't necessarily be resolved in the short term.

After all, Zhang Jie was the top official in the provincial development commission, and taking her down wouldn't be easy.

Unless there was a massive shift in the provincial personnel landscape.

But such a chance was too slim.

After finishing the meal, Song Guanchao stayed for a bit before leaving.

After he left, Ji Lin sighed lightly, and Yan Han said, "This District Chief Song has high aspirations; he showed little interest in your offer."

During the meal, Song Guanchao appeared friendly, but it was obvious to sharp eyes he deliberately kept a distance.

Clearly, he didn't want to get too close to Ji Lin.

To be honest, Yan Han didn't quite understand.

No matter how capable you are, Song Guanchao, you're just a Standard Level district chief.

A gesture of goodwill from a department head's son—not that you need to be overjoyed—but at least you should show enough enthusiasm, right?

Yet this guy was pushing it away.

Yan Han could only think his ambitions were too high; he didn't have the habit of currying favor.

Ji Lin also wondered, puzzled by Song Guanchao's attitude toward him.

Truthfully, their only conflict was Yan Han.

But that matter was in the past.

Besides, there are no permanent enemies in politics.

He's so proactively reaching out, holding no grudges, but Song Guanchao is keeping his distance.

It's completely beyond his understanding.

He's inviting Song Guanchao to dinner because he sees the potential in him and wants to invest early in this potential stock.

To forge a good relationship, Ji Lin felt he was humble and provided sufficient respect for Song Guanchao.

But Song Guanchao didn't take it.

This left him a bit vexed and somewhat frustrated.

However, he didn't give up; he believed Song Guanchao's reaction might be due to a lack of trust.

Building trust between strangers isn't easy, let alone when there's been past conflict.

Turning enemies into friends and building trust is even harder.

"If it doesn't work once, invite him several times."

"An ancient sage had three visits to the cottage; I can do the same!"

Ji Lin regained his confidence, shaking off his frustration.

He's optimistic about Song Guanchao and wants to secure this potential stock for himself.

Moreover, the harder it is to secure, the more it proves Song Guanchao's abilities.

He didn't change his attitude based on his family background.

This shows that, in his view, he doesn't need his identity as the National Development and Reform Commission head's son to pave the way for him in politics.

This proves he has confidence that, by personal ability alone, he can rise step by step.

Thinking this way, Ji Lin was again filled with energy and motivation.

"Song Guanchao, you'll be working for me eventually!"

Ji Lin's eyes sharpened, and his tone was exceptionally firm.

...

The next day, Teacher Yu notified everyone that theoretical classes would resume next week.

In the cafeteria, Song Guanchao, Chen Yirou, and Cheng Xiang were having a meal.

Jiang Yiren hadn't returned since leaving yesterday.

"Tomorrow's the weekend, do you have any plans?" Cheng Xiang asked.

"It's been a while since I went home; I need to take a trip back." After speaking, Chen Yirou looked at Song Guanchao: "Old Song, what about you?"

When there were others around, Chen Yirou would never show overly intimate behavior with him, maintaining very good restraint.

It seemed she didn't want others to notice they had that kind of relationship.

"I also need to go back."

The subway project proposal had been approved; it was time for him, as the district chief, to go back and make appearances.

Just as he finished speaking, his phone suddenly rang.

It was Tan Xiang calling.

Song Guanchao's heart skipped a beat, wondering if the deal time had been arranged so quickly.

If that's the case, maybe he won't be able to go back over the weekend.

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