A quarrel erupted inside the hospital room; Song Guanchao listened for a while and quickly understood the situation.

The family of Wen Ru's brother's girlfriend found out that his sister was a Political Commissar in the Police Department, so they thought to rely on Wen Ru to help them secure some government engineering projects.

To put it bluntly, they wanted to use connections to make money.

Wen Ru refused, and her parents started saying some unpleasant words.

"If you don't help, don't come back home anymore!"

"I won't consider you my daughter anymore!"

Someone inside angrily said, followed by footsteps approaching the door.

Creak.

The person inside opened the door, saw Song Guanchao standing at the door, and was momentarily stunned.

Seeing Song Guanchao in patient garb, they assumed he was a patient from a neighboring room drawn by the noise.

This middle-aged man didn't say anything, dark-faced, he along with a middle-aged woman and a few other middle-aged people left the hospital room.

Song Guanchao noticed they were still holding fruit baskets.

He couldn't help but twitch his cheek.

Wen Ru's relatives are really something; they were arguing but still took back the things they had given.

He remembered Wen Ru mentioning her family's issues.

Song Guanchao thought she was exaggerating, but now it seemed true.

The Political Commissar of the Police Department, on par with Liang Jianfeng.

And within the Police Department, she indeed holds real power.

Yet such an influential person couldn't handle family matters.

In his impression, Wen Ru always had a stable personality, thinking through things before acting.

How could she be like this when facing family?

He couldn't quite comprehend.

After those people left, Song Guanchao pushed the door open and walked in.

Wen Ru leaned against the headboard, her face emotionless.

Her long hair, like his, had been singed by the fire.

His hair was short, not significantly affected, but Wen Ru's long hair had been burned quite a bit.

Her hair seemed to have been trimmed; her originally long hair was now distinctly shorter.

Her spirit wasn't good either, looking very withdrawn.

Upon hearing footsteps, she looked up and saw it was Song Guanchao; her gaze slightly wavered.

"Are you okay?" Wen Ru managed a smile.

If he hadn't known what had just happened, he wouldn't have been able to discern any clues from her expression.

Song Guanchao shook his head, pulled a chair over, and sat down.

There were other fruits brought by others on the bedside table.

He picked up an orange and started peeling it, asking, "Have you eaten?"

"Yes."

"Were those your parents just now?"

"Yes."

"Is your brother a wastrel?"

These words were somewhat harsh, but Wen Ru didn't mind, nodding in affirmation, agreeing that his description was quite accurate.

Her brother was indeed a wastrel.

Song Guanchao said, "A fair judge can't settle family disputes, but you're being too soft here."

Wen Ru said nothing, not bothered to explain.

She turned her head to look out the window, her gaze rather hollow and unfocused.

After a while, she suddenly turned back to him, "Thank you."

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for saving me."

Her memory remained at fainting amidst the flames; upon awakening, she was already in the hospital.

Obviously, it was Song Guanchao who rescued her.

Song Guanchao asked, "Why did you rush in at that moment?"

"I'm a police officer."

When she said this, her tone was somewhat weak, her eyes also showing a trace of confusion.

Song Guanchao said, "Don't think too much about the undercover business. Based on your performance this time, Director Liang won't suspect you anymore."

He actually considered that Wen Ru rushing into the blaze tonight might have had this intention.

After all, rational people would think an undercover agent wouldn't dare take such risks.

Wen Ru asked, "Did you tell him anything?"

"No."

"Oh."

Wen Ru wasn't sure whether she believed him, or maybe she was thinking about something else.

Song Guanchao stood up and said, "You should rest early."

"Wait."

"Is there something else?"

"Can you accompany me for a walk?"

She got down from the bed.

"Sure, I'm feeling cooped up myself."

Both had merely inhaled some smoke, with no major issues.

They only stayed here out of publicity considerations.

At this late hour, there weren't many people around the hospital.

They walked aimlessly along the roadside.

"Tonight's fire was deliberate."

"I know."

"You know? Did Director Liang tell you?"

Wen Ru shook her head.

Song Guanchao realized she had analyzed and concluded on her own.

She was the Political Commissar, and for such a significant event, enough security measures would've been prepared beforehand, yet this accident still occurred.

The probability of an accident was high.

"It was Zhang Yan, wasn't it," Wen Ru said.

Song Guanchao was more surprised, "No evidence, but her suspicions are considerable."

Wen Ru said, "I will take her down."

"How do you plan to do it?"

"Car accident."

"..." Song Guanchao's eye twitched.

He always thought her plan to take down meant via political tactics, making her lose her position, or compelling her to resign.

Never did he expect she meant it literally.

"Better not."

Wen Ru glanced at him and said, "Are you worried it might implicate you?"

Song Guanchao said, "It's too blatant; if something happens, won't they suspect me, especially so soon after Luo Sanming's case?"

Wen Ru said, "Then let's change the method, but the timing is uncertain. Besides, it might draw her attention."

"Let's wait for now," Song Guanchao wasn't rushing to deal with her now.

He wasn't familiar enough with the Provincial City's political arena.

If Zhang Yan was taken down, and her replacement was even more troublesome, it would be counterproductive.

Since that's the case, might as well let Zhang Yan continue for a while longer.

Once he arrives in the Provincial City, familiarizes himself with the political scene, then he'll make plans.

"It's quite late, we should head back."

"Okay."

Back at the hospital, Song Guanchao escorted her back to her room.

Just entered the room, as Song Guanchao was about to leave, Wen Ru suddenly locked the door.

Song Guanchao looked at her, "You..."

Click.

As the light switched off, he saw Wen Ru approaching him.

In the next second, a warm, soft body slipped into his arms.

Wen Ru hugged him, stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

In just a few days, Song Guanchao's perception of her changed significantly.

Faced with her initiative, he didn't push her away but instead embraced her back and responded.

Panting filled the room quickly as their bodies pressed tighter.

Song Guanchao's hand slid into her loose hospital garb, soft and tender wherever he touched.

They moved to the bedside, Wen Ru's pants dropped to her ankles; she pulled off Song Guanchao's pants, grasping his intense reaction.

Within the gentle squeaking of the bed, she was pressed beneath Song Guanchao.

With gentle thrusting, Wen Ru's body shuddered, a sense of fullness overtook her, feeling complete almost instantly.

A rich, exhilarating sensation allowed her a brief escape from the gloom caused by her parents, immersing herself entirely.

Song Guanchao's repeated penetrations gave her a different experience from the previous two times.

Her earlier provocation and Song Guanchao's humiliating behavior brought superb physical sensations but were psychologically torturous.

But this time was different; she accepted Song Guanchao in her heart, and Song Guanchao's actions were gentle.

She could even feel Song Guanchao's complex feelings towards her.

"Ah, ah~"

Wen Ru moaned softly, embracing his neck tightly, her weak body akin to a leaf in a storm, subject to Song Guanchao's unyielding embrace, riding the waves of passion.

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