Song Guanchao walked out after finishing the call and saw her still weeping. He bent down to pick up his clothes, putting them on while saying, "Political Commissioner Wen, take your time crying, I've got to go."

"Stop right there!"

"Something else you need?"

"I..." Wen Ru's face showed a conflicted expression.

Seeing her defenses cracking, Song Guanchao wasn't in a hurry to leave anymore.

He casually tossed his clothes aside and softened his tone, "If you're willing to step forward, I'll try my best to reduce your prison time."

"Can you protect my brother?"

"What's going on with your brother?"

"He..." Wen Ru bit her lip and told him about her situation.

She explained in detail. Song Guanchao didn't want to hear these tedious family matters, but seeing Wen Ru was evidently wavering, he forced himself to listen.

Wen Ru spoke for more than half an hour, and Song Guanchao finished a bottle of water, but she hadn't finished talking.

"I don't want to help him; it's not his first mistake. But every time, my parents come and pressure me. If I don't help, they won't recognize me as their daughter."

As she spoke, she started crying again.

Putting aside everything else, Wen Ru's original family environment is indeed quite awful.

She was initially a police academy student, but because her brother took out a payday loan, she was threatened by the Lei Group to become a mole, feeding them information, leading to her downfall.

The Lei Group didn't treat her poorly, finding ways to pave her path and even voluntarily disclosed some internal trade information for her to make merits.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have climbed to her position so easily.

As Wen Ru spoke emotionally, she threw herself into Song Guanchao's embrace, holding him while crying sadly, tears quickly soaking his chest.

Song Guanchao gently patted her back, and perhaps because of the physical contact, he suddenly felt a flame of desire rising inside him.

The situation below wasn't helping either as he started to feel aroused.

He swallowed hard, his throat feeling a bit tight.

The body in his arms was becoming increasingly enticing.

Originally resting on Wen Ru's shoulders, his hand somehow found its way to her waist, holding her petite frame, unable to resist pulling her closer.

Feeling Song Guanchao's change, Wen Ru pretended not to notice, continued sobbing softly but deliberately moved her body closer to him.

Finally, she even sat directly on his lap, her legs wrapping around him tightly from behind, intentionally using her smooth Yumen to rub against his stiffness.

Song Guanchao's breathing grew heavier, and he couldn't register anything Wen Ru was saying anymore.

He only felt a burning heat, and the magnificent body in his embrace igniting a desire to fill her completely.

Just as his yearning was about to reach the peak, Wen Ru suddenly lifted her head.

Her tear-streaked face remained stunning. In fact, this pitiful, delicate aura intensified Song Guanchao's raging lust.

She didn't utter a word, only offering her lips to kiss Song Guanchao.

The moment their lips touched, Song Guanchao's mind exploded, with blood rushing wildly through his body.

Primal instincts surged from within him, stripping away his reason, turning him into a beast unleashing his nature.

He wanted to tear off her clothes, but with only lingerie left on her body, his hands began to roam freely over her, soon discarding the last veils of modesty.

He pinned Wen Ru under him like a mountain, the intense kissing making her feel suffocated.

Wen Ru tightly shut her eyes, doing nothing to resist or interfere, letting Song Guanchao explore and fondle freely.

Though her actions were driven by the need to resolve trouble, under Song Guanchao's influence, her body quickly responded instinctively, releasing soft moans.

When Song Guanchao lifted her by the waist, adjusting to a suitable position, Wen Ru's entire body tensed.

She knew what was coming.

She was nervous; this was her first time.

Had this trouble not been so severe, she wouldn't have thought of resorting to this method.

"Ah!"

Without any mercy, Song Guanchao's body pressed down, and Wen Ru felt an indescribable pain.

Her cry was silenced as he sealed her lips again.

Yet her brows stayed furrowed, with her fingers leaving scratches across his back.

Song Guanchao was like a beast, relentlessly driving into her.

Wen Ru felt as if her body didn't belong to her anymore.

She wasn't sure how long had passed before the pain faded gradually, replaced by sensations she'd never experienced before.

It was a wondrous feeling, making her involuntarily release shameful sounds as her body rejoiced in waves of pleasure, tempting her to drown in it forever.

A warmth seemed to swell around her abdomen, and as he thrust vigorously, this warmth grew until she suddenly felt out of control.

She tried hard to control it but couldn't.

As Song Guanchao thrust again, she trembled violently, the warmth gushing forth like a stream.

At the same time, Song Guanchao's body spasmed intensely before slowing to a halt.

But before she could catch her breath for a few seconds, Song Guanchao began moving again.

The wooden bed in the town inn creaked throughout the night.

When Song Guanchao didn't know how many times he had climaxed, the crazed energy finally subsided, and reason returned.

He looked at Wen Ru beneath him, completely exposed, his expression tinged with hostility, "Did you drug me?"

Barely able to catch her breath, Wen Ru replied, "Could you, could you get up first?"

"Hmph!"

Instead of heeding her, Song Guanchao started again.

"Ah, ah~"

Wen Ru's mouth parted seductively.

Song Guanchao took her hands that had been clinging to his back, twisted them over her head, and pinned them to the bed.

With his other hand, he squeezed her face, saying, "You're really willing to spend that much, using your body as bait."

"Do you think this will make me soften and let you go?"

Wen Ru kept her eyes closed, seemingly not having heard, or maybe pretending not to hear, as she continually gasped and moaned.

The more she carried on like this, the angrier Song Guanchao became.

He was already wary enough, yet he still fell for this woman's trap.

This realization fueled his fury.

He picked Wen Ru up, carried her into the bathroom, and turned on the hot shower over their bodies.

He let Wen Ru down as her legs had no strength left, kneeling weakly on the ground.

Song Guanchao raised her chin, taking half a step forward.

Wen Ru's eyes widened as she slapped his thigh hard, trying to shove him away, but with her mouth blocked, she couldn't say a word.

Humiliation washed over Wen Ru, tears streaking down her cheeks.

When Song Guanchao emerged from the bathroom, Wen Ru was still kneeling under the shower.

He didn't concern himself with her; his mood was particularly sour now.

Back on the bed, he noticed a smear of red on the sheets and paused, glancing back at the bathroom.

This woman... certainly invested heavily.

No wonder her reactions were so strong earlier.

He rubbed his chin, suddenly thinking that tonight hadn't been a loss after all.

As he said, even if Wen Ru employed this approach, it wouldn't change the outcome.

Of course, he still lacked evidence.

Song Guanchao leaned at the headboard, lighting a post-coital cigarette, and after only a couple of puffs, Wen Ru emerged.

Putting aside their grievances, the high-ranked Political Commissioner Wen possessed a figure and face difficult for any man to refuse.

Her current state looked poor, and her walking was oddly strained.

Reaching the bedside, she glanced at Song Guanchao, then lay beside him, took his cigarette, took a drag, and said calmly, "We can talk now."

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