I want you!

Song Guanchao almost blurted out, but luckily he held back.

"Ahem, any reward will do." He said humbly.

"Then let me treat you to dinner."

"Dinner... alright."

"What's wrong, do you think the reward is not enough?"

"No." Song Guanchao grinned.

Wu Qiangwei said, "Before the investment fair, the shortfall in the 1.5 billion demolition funds needs to be filled quickly."

An investment fair isn't something that can be announced today and held tomorrow.

This requires meetings for discussion.

Moreover, publicity takes time.

They have already determined the source of the follow-up funds now, but the demolition funds need to be resolved immediately.

"Leave this matter to me."

Just a mere 1.5 billion.

"Have you touched enough?"

"Hmm? Ah? Oh oh..."

Song Guanchao reluctantly let go of the little hand, and Wu Qiangwei lay back into the blanket, saying, "Turn off the light."

Click.

The room plunged into darkness.

Song Guanchao lay beside her, although they couldn't touch each other, but at such a close distance, Song Guanchao could faintly smell Wu Qiangwei's fragrance.

He opened his eyes wide, unable to fall asleep.

As he was about to drift off, he suddenly heard Wu Qiangwei's soft whisper next to his ear, "Have you fallen asleep?"

Just as Song Guanchao was about to respond, a small hand came up from under the blanket and grabbed Xiao Song, instantly jolting him awake.

Only then did he realize that Wu Qiangwei's earlier inquiry was to check if he had fallen asleep.

If he hadn't fallen asleep, there wouldn't be any further actions.

Song Guanchao's heart raced. Is this my reward?

Under her gentle strokes, Song Guanchao quickly stood erect.

But he dared not move recklessly, afraid of letting Wu Qiangwei discover he wasn't asleep, and making things awkward for both.

He closed his eyes, avoiding too many thoughts, quietly enjoying the attentive service of the secretary's little hand.

After a while, Wu Qiangwei slowly leaned closer, apparently with one hand getting tired, she switched the hand and half of her body leaned against him.

Her fullness pressed against his arm, akin to ripe fruit, heavy and soft.

Song Guanchao felt as if he were about to take flight, yet he could only lie flat like a rigid corpse.

After more than ten minutes, under her strokes, Song Guanchao released.

Wu Qiangwei fetched tissues and carefully cleaned up under the blanket.

…

Meanwhile.

Across the street in the five-star hotel.

Mr. Xu leisurely woke up, feeling intense pain on his face.

He sat up and realized he was lying on the bed, his clothes were gone.

Beside him lay a naked woman.

Her hands, feet, and mouth were all sealed with tape, her eyes loaded with terror.

His brain was a bit on standby, unable to react.

Where did this woman come from?

Wasn't I beaten by that secretary of Wu Qiangwei?

Just as he was puzzled, the door was suddenly kicked open, and several police officers flooded in.

The leading officer commanded, "Handcuff him!"

Two officers stepped forward, pulled him out of the blanket, twisted his hands behind his back, and slapped on handcuffs.

The lead officer walked over, peeled off the tape from the woman's mouth, "Are you Wang Meng?"

"Yes, help, help..."

Wang Meng said in fear, "He raped me!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Xu's befuddled brain instantly sobered up.

He knew he had been set up by Wu Qiangwei!

His heart was filled with regret.

A moment's lust led him to offend a Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Committee.

Their revenge didn't even take overnight.

The counterattack was to accuse him of rape!

He knew he was done for.

The witness was right there, the evidence...

He glanced at the woman's buttocks and found sticky love fluid on her inner thigh.

The evidence was obviously complete.

Moreover, her hands and feet were tied with tape, as long as she directly accused him of rape, even if the case was taken to Yanjing, it would be useless.

Downstairs at the hotel.

Uncle Hong watched as the police took Mr. Xu and the woman away, set down the magazine in his hand, and got up to leave.

…

The next day.

Song Guanchao was awakened by Wu Qiangwei.

"Secretary, what time is it?"

"Half past six, get up, we have to head back."

"Oh."

After having breakfast at the hotel, the two returned to Lingjiang.

At eight in the morning, Song Guanchao dropped her off at Li Lake Mansion, waited for her to change into a clean shirt, then drove towards the City Committee.

On the way, his phone rang.

Wu Qiangwei picked it up, saying, "It's a call from Director He."

It was not even half-past eight; Director He calling so early, it probably means something's up.

He parked the car by the roadside, answered the call, "Director He, what's the matter?"

Director He's tone was anxious, "Secretary Song, have you reached the City Committee yet?"

"I'm on the way, what's wrong?"

"Something happened, you better hurry over."

"What's the matter?"

"The relocated residents have blocked the City Committee Building!"

Song Guanchao's face darkened, damn Zheng Bihui, you're not done yet!

"Alright, I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Song Guanchao said, "The relocated residents have come to the City Committee."

Wu Qiangwei's face went equally dark.

After a dozen minutes, they arrived at the City Committee.

As the car drove into the parking lot, they saw over a hundred people gathered outside the building.

Director He and others stood to the side, patiently explaining, but the relocated residents simply wouldn't listen.

Nearby some reporters held cameras recording.

Clearly a setup to stir up something big.

Wu Qiangwei and Song Guanchao walked towards them one after the other.

A voice shouted, "Secretary Wu is here."

The relocated residents flocked around like sheep, surrounding the two of them.

"Leader, when will we receive the relocation funds?"

"We heard the city is out of money, is it true?"

The chattering voices made the City Committee Building as noisy as a market.

Wu Qiangwei smiled, "Everyone, please quiet down, listen to me for a moment."

But her voice was too faint, apart from the few relocated residents closest to her, the others couldn't hear a thing.

"Silence!"

Song Guanchao gathered his breath and shouted.

The crowd quieted for two seconds, then quickly someone said, "Why are you yelling!"

"Being a leader is impressive, so leaders can curse at people?"

"I'm going to report this, I want to report!"

Song Guanchao laughed angrily; I yelled twice, how is that cursing?

He realized the people were definitely being deliberately incited by someone behind them, even taught exactly how to make trouble.

While he might not excel in other areas, handling such chaotic situations was his forte.

He squeezed into the crowd, stood in front of the middle-aged man who said "cursing," and loudly said, "What did you say?"

The middle-aged man was intimidated by his aura, subconsciously backing off, stammering, "I, I..."

"You said I cursed?"

Song Guanchao's gaze was sharp, his tone aggressive:

"I asked you all to be quiet, which word was a curse word? How did I curse you? What do you intend to do? Are you intentionally here to cause trouble at the City Committee? Stir up trouble?"

"Do you know what kind of crime defamation is? Do you know what kind of crime inciting others to cause public disturbances is?"

The middle-aged man panicked and said, "I didn't..."

"Didn't? Hmph!"

Song Guanchao said, "The date for distributing demolition funds on the demolition contract is the 27th, and today is just the 14th, what demolition funds are you here for?"

Without looking back, he said, "Director He, call the police over, I need to know who is behind inciting them to cause trouble at the City Committee!"

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