Song Guanchao bought breakfast. On his way back to the hotel, he dialed Liang Jianfeng's number.

"Cancel the operation?"

Listening to Song Guanchao's explanation, Liang Jianfeng pondered for a long time and said, "I understand."

After hanging up, Liang Jianfeng couldn't help but think that there might really be someone in cahoots with the criminal group on the police side.

Who could it be?

The faces of various deputy directors flashed before him.

During the few months he's been in office here in the Provincial City, he's managed to get along fairly well with several deputy directors.

But he knows very well that this smooth dynamic exists because there have been no conflicts of interest.

Liang Jianfeng has always wanted to have control of the Police Department but has lacked an opportunity.

This time, maybe it's an opportunity.

If the City Bureau really is hiding something sinister internally, he could use this chance to establish his authority and legitimately reclaim power!

Pulling his thoughts together, he made a round of calls to the deputy directors, informing them that Monday's operation had been canceled.

...

"The operation was canceled?"

Wen Ru held her phone, pondering.

Why was it suddenly canceled?

Have they ultimately detected that I'm the undercover agent?

Wen Ru was somewhat annoyed.

She told Lei Chengping not to act recklessly, but he didn't listen, contacting Uncle Nan, stupidly changing the schedule.

Yes, now the undercover agent has been discovered.

But it has also aroused Liang Jianfeng's suspicion.

Now, even if she wants to deal with that undercover agent, she can only hold back.

"Idiot!"

Normally gentle-natured Wen Ru couldn't help but curse.

She dialed Lei Chengping's number, expressionless.

"Wen..."

"The police have canceled Monday's raid operation."

"Canceled?" Lei Chengping was surprised, then soon laughed: "That's quite good."

"Good?"

Wen Ru's voice was tinged with anger: "Have you thought about why the police canceled?"

"Because of your smart-aleck attempt to find the traitor, now Liang Jianfeng is starting to suspect there's an internal collusion with your group!"

"Only the deputy directors of the City Bureau know about the deal, the scope is so broad, just wait till Liang Jianfeng investigates and we all end up dead together!"

Though her tone was calm, she was angry.

Even through her voice, Lei Chengping could sense just how annoyed and furious she was now.

He knew he made a mistake this time, and awkwardly said, "No one wanted this to happen, but since it did, saying these things doesn't mean much now, right?"

Wen Ru said nothing. She took a few seconds to calm down, then said, "Without my permission, no one is allowed to touch Yang Mu! Liang Jianfeng is only suspicious now, he doesn't have solid evidence, but as long as Yang Mu has trouble, he'll definitely investigate immediately."

"Lei Chengping, don't let me find out you're acting on your own again, or I won't let you off lightly!"

Lei Chengping's lips twitched, anger also rising on his face.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his irritation: "Don't worry, I won't act rashly."

Wen Ru snorted coldly and hung up the phone.

Lei Chengping slammed his phone on the table heavily, his expression dark as water.

This woman, has she forgotten she's an undercover agent?

Dared to speak to me in such a tone!

...

As Song Guanchao reached downstairs at the hotel, suddenly his phone rang.

Seeing Zhou Qian's call, he was momentarily stunned, then quickly remembered he had arranged for Zhou Qian to come today.

He patted his head and hurriedly answered the phone.

"Qianqian..."

"I've arrived in the Provincial City."

As Zhou Qian's cheerful voice sounded, Song Guanchao felt a headache coming on.

But he maintained a normal demeanor: "You've arrived? The hotel isn't booked yet, right? Wait, I'll book one for you."

"Already booked, near the Party School."

Zhou Qian replied shyly: "Brother Song, are you still sleeping?"

"Already awake, out jogging outside. Wait for me, I'll go take a shower and then come to find you."

"Okay, okay."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao returned to the hotel as quickly as possible.

Liang Jiajia had already freshened up and was sitting on the couch playing on her phone.

"I have to go back later."

Song Guanchao didn't hide from her: "I've arranged to meet Zhou Qian today, later we'll go meet your Captain Lin's wife."

This sentence successfully piqued Liang Jiajia's curiosity: "Who is Zhou Qian?"

The name sounded so familiar, but she couldn't recall where she'd heard it before.

"Host at Lingjiang TV Station, you've met her."

"Oh, I remember."

Liang Jiajia asked: "Why meet Captain Lin's wife?"

Song Guanchao suddenly looked at her with a serious and solemn expression and said, "What I'm about to say next is very important, you can't tell anyone."

Liang Jiajia sat up straight and nodded forcefully: "Okay."

"Not even your dad."

"Is it that serious?" Liang Jiajia was extremely curious about what he was going to say to her.

She rarely sees Song Guanchao so serious.

She nodded: "I understand, I won't tell anyone."

Song Guanchao organized his words and told her about Tan Xiang's identity.

But he only let her know there's someone named Tan Xiang, without revealing Tan Xiang's specific identity.

Liang Jiajia said in surprise: "No wonder you suddenly asked me about the undercover agent the other day."

Song Guanchao said: "I can't be sure she's definitely the undercover agent now, so I have to find a way to get close to Captain Lin's wife."

Liang Jiajia said: "You should've told me earlier, I could get close to her!"

"No need." Song Guanchao shook his head: "Don't get involved in this matter, I can handle it myself."

"Alright, when you make progress, you must tell me."

"Don't worry."

Song Guanchao glanced at the time and said, "I can't go shopping with you this weekend."

"That's okay, important matters take priority."

Liang Jiajia has never been a woman to throw tantrums.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Song Guanchao kissed her and left the hotel.

He looked at the hotel Zhou Qian had sent and drove over.

After parking the car, he tidied up his clothes and appearance before getting out.

Coming out of the elevator, he found the room Zhou Qian was staying in and knocked gently.

Inside were a series of scattered footsteps.

Two seconds later, the door opened.

Zhou Qian had dressed up, with light makeup, and the tight jeans showed off her figure's advantages irresistibly.

The light blue shirt was tucked neatly into her pants, with a full chest creating a beautiful curve.

She deliberately glanced behind Song Guanchao, confirming he was alone, and then shyly grabbed his hand, pulling him into the room.

At the moment the door closed, she let her soft body fall into his arms, tiptoeing to offer her bright red lips.

Moments later, the two were already on the bed; from the doorway to the bed, clothes and pants were scattered everywhere.

She lay on the bed, holding his neck, her jade-like legs in a position that made her feel deeply embarrassed, resting on his shoulders.

She could even just slightly lower her head and see her sensitive area.

Song Guanchao panted heavily, adjusting position by arching his waist; when he stopped, Zhou Qian also felt that heat pressing against her Yumen.

Just a little more forward, she'd be able to fully experience the fullness of being filled by Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao's hands grasped her buttocks, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Without hesitation, he subtly lowered his body.

Immediately, Zhou Qian bit her lip, letting out a muffled groan, a hint of pain appeared on her delicate face.

But that pain, as Song Guanchao reached the bottom, transformed into a wonderful enjoyment, even involuntarily rolling her eyes.

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