Wen Ru originally just wanted to pull Chen Peng out to divert attention, but now she's changed her mind.

Song Guanchao actually started to suspect her.

She's worried that Song Guanchao might have discovered something, otherwise, why would he suddenly test her for no reason?

He must have discovered something!

In this case, even with Chen Peng as a scapegoat, it might still be difficult to dispel Song Guanchao's suspicion.

Since she's already decided to use Chen Peng as a shield, she might as well deal with everything at once and get rid of Song Guanchao too!

Anyway, all the blame will eventually fall on Chen Peng.

With a decision made in her heart, Wen Ru calmed herself down and began to think about the plan.

...

Time ticked away, and it soon reached the evening.

Wen Ru exited the city bureau's entrance, got into her car, and left the parking lot.

She drove into the underground parking lot of the residential area, got out of the car, and instead of leaving immediately, she went around to the passenger side, bent down, and fumbled around under the car, soon finding a palm-sized square plastic box.

She looked at the thing in her hand repeatedly, unable to figure out what it was.

"A tracker?"

She guessed it might be that kind of device.

After thinking for a bit, she put it back.

After she left, a figure emerged from behind a distant wall.

It was Song Guanchao.

He glanced in the direction Wen Ru left, then at her car.

Smiling, Song Guanchao turned and left.

That square box was just a box, not a tracker.

He just wanted to see if Wen Ru knew.

And to see if she would expose the issue.

It appears she indeed saw his small act in the office earlier today.

...

Chen Yirou went home for a weekend visit, stayed a night at her parents' house, and couldn't handle the old couple's relentless nagging about marriage, so she ran back to her own small nest early in the morning.

In the evening, she came out of her house to search for food, and when she passed by a residential complex, she stopped.

This was the complex she had taken Song Guanchao to rent last time.

She looked up, searching one of the buildings, and quickly fixed her gaze on one of the floors.

That floor was where Song Guanchao rented an apartment.

"Huh~"

She was a bit surprised, seeing the lights on, were people already living there?

Could it be Song Guanchao living there?

Just as she was wondering, a woman appeared on the balcony.

She could see clearly that the woman was quite young, with long, smooth black hair and a graceful figure.

Even though they were too far apart to see her face clearly, just from her figure it was obvious that she was a very beautiful woman.

She had seen Liang Jiajia before, and though she couldn't see this woman's face well from a distance, judging from her figure and outline, this definitely wasn't Liang Jiajia.

"How many women does he have, exactly?"

Chen Yirou muttered softly, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She had seen many women around Song Guanchao, each more beautiful than the last.

By comparison, her own looks seemed rather ordinary.

She had always been very confident, but after seeing the women around Song Guanchao, she sometimes felt a bit inadequate.

At this moment, she suddenly saw a familiar car.

That was... Song Guanchao's car.

The car parked at the residential complex's entrance, and as the security guard approached to ask for identification, the car window rolled down, and she saw, it was indeed Song Guanchao.

She instinctively looked up towards that balcony.

Was he here to see this woman?

After hesitating for a moment, she decided not to go up and disturb them.

...

Wu Qiangwei stood on the balcony, gazing at the evening scenery of the Provincial City, a hint of worry on her face.

Logically speaking, she should be happy about her promotion, but she just couldn't feel pleased.

The City Government is very close from here, and the party school is not far either.

She had tried several times to contact Song Guanchao, but couldn't think of a good reason.

"Knock knock."

The knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts.

Who's looking for me?

Currently, only Wu Ming and Uncle Hong know she lives here.

She walked over, looked through the peephole, and was quite stunned to see Song Guanchao standing outside the door.

It wasn't until the knock came again that she snapped out of her stupor.

She quickly composed herself, opened the door.

Song Guanchao grinned, lifting the things in his hand: "I just remembered, the bed sheets and covers in this place haven't been changed yet."

"I've already changed them."

"Changed them?" Song Guanchao said: "Then I bought these for nothing?"

"I only bought one set, and you just happened to buy another, so there's one to wash and one to use, just perfect."

Wu Qiangwei stepped aside: "Come in."

Song Guanchao took off his shoes, walking barefoot on the floor.

After placing the stuff down, Song Guanchao looked around and asked: "Secretary, are you satisfied with the apartment's decor?"

"It's quite good."

"Did you move in yesterday?"

"Mm."

"Are you comfortable living here?" Song Guanchao asked: "Is the place too big?"

"It's not too big, just right."

Wu Qiangwei, almost like a robot, answered one question at a time, making Song Guanchao feel a bit distant during their conversation.

Song Guanchao could sense her intentional distancing, and he sighed inwardly, saying: "Secretary...oh, I forgot, I should call you Mayor now."

"When does the Mayor take office?"

"Next Tuesday."

"That's pretty soon."

Song Guanchao gave an awkward laugh and suddenly had nothing to say, feeling somewhat on pins and needles.

"Ahem, then I'll be heading back, Mayor, you should get some rest early."

As he got up and walked towards the door, he thought of something and suddenly stopped: "Oh yes, you should be careful of that Deputy Mayor Zhang Yan, that woman is no good."

"Mm." Wu Qiangwei responded indifferently, as if nothing could stir her interest.

Unbothered by having brought up a pointless conversation, Song Guanchao didn't mind.

Because Zhang Yan is indeed troublesome.

To Song Guanchao, this woman seemed a bit obsessive.

She's a dignified Deputy Mayor, yet for the sake of a man who's already dead, she's still thinking of revenge.

It's hard to say what more she might try to do.

"If the Mayor needs anything, just call me. The party school is really close, I can get over anytime."

"Mm."

"Then I'm off."

Song Guanchao closed the door, his smile instantly fading, and he shook his head with a soft sigh.

He couldn't understand how the relationship between the two had deteriorated to this point.

Was it because of Qu Xiangru?

Could she not accept having other women around him?

But she clearly knew that he already had a girlfriend.

Yet, her previous attitude towards him was not like this.

Unable to figure it out, Song Guanchao could only console himself with the old saying "a woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets."

The next day.

Song Guanchao slept until he naturally woke up, and the first thing he did after waking was to check his phone.

It was after ten o'clock.

No missed calls, and no unread messages.

"Political Commissioner Wen's suspicion is indeed substantial."

Yesterday, he had put that thing under Wen Ru's car just to see her reaction.

A normal person's first reaction upon finding an unidentified black box under their car would definitely be to call the police.

Especially since Wen Ru herself is the commissioner of the police department; even if she called him back for questioning immediately, it would be normal.

But she didn't care at all, not even mentioning it.

How could this not make Song Guanchao suspicious?

He planned to ask Zeng Li about this.

Finding Zeng Li's number, he dialed it, arranged a meeting place, then promptly got up to wash up.

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