"Hey, Miss Lin."

Upon hearing this address, Lin Wanqiu immediately knew he had someone around him.

"Busy?"

"Not busy."

"Come pick me up."

"Hmm?" Song Guanchao was taken aback: "Where?"

"The airport."

"Alright, Miss Lin, please wait a moment, I'll arrange it right away."

"I don't want arrangements, I want you to pick me up."

"Alright, alright, certainly according to Miss Lin's requirements!"

Wu Yun was curious, which Miss Lin?

Seemed like a person of unusual status.

After hanging up the call, Song Guanchao said, "A journalist from the Ministry of Propaganda has arrived, I have to go and receive them."

"Then better hurry," Wu Yun didn't dare to delay him.

Song Guanchao grabbed his coat, about to leave, then turned back, pulling her into his embrace, kissing her fiercely, while grabbing her soft chest, unbuttoning two buttons on her shirt.

Making her lost in desire, her heart pounding wildly.

"Slap!"

He slapped her pert little butt: "I have to go work first."

"Hmm."

She held her red-flushed face, waiting for the heat to subside, quickly tidied her clothes, and left the meeting room.

...

"Knock knock."

"Please come in."

Seeing the visitor, Jiang Yiren was a bit puzzled: "You are..."

"Hello Director Jiang, I'm Wu Yun..."

Wu Yun introduced herself briefly, leaving Jiang Yiren more puzzled.

The Disciplinary Committee seeking me for what?

Wu Yun put down the complaint letters, saying, "Director Jiang, I have continuously received your complaints these days."

After reading the complaint letters, Jiang Yiren furiously remarked, "The content is not true."

Wu Yun said, "Yes, I have already discussed this with Secretary Song. But nevertheless, since this is the City Committee, I suggest being more discreet in your travels."

In her rage, Jiang Yiren captured some details: "You spoke with Secretary Song?"

"I told him yesterday, didn't Secretary Song inform you?"

Jiang Yiren opened her mouth, seeming to understand something.

Yesterday, it wasn't his intent to reprimand her; instead, it was because of someone reporting.

Was he trying to remind me?

Did I misunderstand him?

However, was he always casually leaving chocolate?

No.

He is not that kind of person.

But if it wasn't him, why didn't he explain?

Just too lazy to explain?

"Director Jiang?"

What was she distracted by?

"I understand," Jiang Yiren replied, "I will pay attention, thank you for the reminder."

Previously in Qingyuan County, there were often reports.

She simply ignored them, continuing to do as she pleased.

But this time, she somehow felt she indeed needed to consider her influence.

...

Song Guanchao parked the car in the airport's waiting area; a striking figure stood out like a crane among chickens in the bustling crowd.

In blue and white jeans, a pure white silk T-shirt tucked at the waist, with retro sunglasses on her small oval face, bright red lips scorching hot; between the airport's expansive glass doors and the roadside waiting area, those short meters became her runway.

Every man who passed turned to look, making the area within dozens of meters a vacuum.

Click.

Lin Wanqiu opened the passenger door and sat inside; only then did the men withdraw their enchanted gazes, left savoring the sight.

Long time no see, both slightly shy in each other's presence, their eyes meeting briefly before turning away.

Long-term cohabiting couples often grow weary from frequent gazing.

But once apart for a time and then reunited, a strange sensation—both familiar and foreign—emerges.

Upon their reunion, they can ignite the passion reminiscent of their first encounter.

Such is the saying, 'A short parting is sweeter than a new marriage.'

The two felt this way at that moment.

Though acquainted nakedly, intimately familiar with each other's bodies, yet seeming as if they just recently met.

Bounds become involuntarily tighter.

Song Guanchao drove towards the city: "Have you settled your accommodation?"

"Settled."

"I'll take you to the hotel first."

"Hmm."

Along the way, they chatted sporadically, noticeably able to sense a faint estrangement.

Arriving at the hotel, Lin Wanqiu completed the check-in.

Entering the room, as Song Guanchao was about to speak, Lin Wanqiu suddenly turned around and lunged at him.

The collision ignited the latent flames within both of them instantly.

As their clothes fell piece by piece, when jeans were pulled down to the knees, Song Guanchao couldn't wait any longer, flipped her around, pinned her against the wall, lifted her buttocks with his left hand, with his right hand guiding Xiao Song, finding the moist garden, breaking through all barriers in a single thrust.

Lin Wanqiu's body tightened then relaxed, trembling as every crevice felt filled to bursting, causing her to utter a comfortable moan.

She grabbed Song Guanchao's hand, sucking on his fingers, entwining them with her tongue, eagerly letting her waist arch down, lifting her buttocks to the most forceful position.

"Pa, pa, pa!"

Song Guanchao, like a lustful hound, unleashed all his strength in a short span, causing Lin Wanqiu's consciousness to nearly scatter.

"Ah!"

A short, sharp gasp; Song Guanchao felt waves enveloping him, unable to resist, leaving his affection deep within.

Exhaling a breath, Song Guanchao withdrew, carried her to the bed, considerately took off the half-removed clothes and pants.

Lin Wanqiu half-lay in his embrace; after the intimate exchange, the estrangement lingering from days past dissipated.

"Came especially to see me?" Song Guanchao teased, playing with her soft chest.

"You're full of yourself."

Lin Wanqiu turned around, straddling him, slowly gyrating: "I heard Xiao Qian say, the city is hosting an investment meeting."

Song Guanchao realized, feeling touched.

Upon hearing about his matter, she immediately came over.

He caressed Lin Wanqiu's face, asking, "This kind of publicity, the Ministry of Propaganda needs to be informed, right?"

"Just a phone call."

Song Guanchao was surprised: "Are you that powerful now?"

"Minister Tang visited me once."

"Oh oh, almost forgot."

He had asked Minister Tang to go visit, and indeed he did.

Furthermore, with Minister Tang personally supporting Lin Wanqiu, even high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Propaganda must show some respect.

In the past, unknowing was all well and good.

Now, with Lin Wanqiu showing her backing, no one dared to offend.

Her visit to report on the city's investment meeting belonged to her normal work scope; higher-ups wouldn't unwisely pick at it.

"Ugh~"

Suddenly, Lin Wanqiu raised her butt, seating herself onto his reawakened member, releasing a soft moan, her body shivering, simply nestled, reveling in the sense of fullness.

Lin Wanqiu hooked her arms around his neck, sweetly murmuring, "Before the investment meeting, you must accompany me."

Song Guanchao flipped up: "Hope you can keep up!"

...

Three in the afternoon.

Song Guanchao received a call from Director He; the procedures for the investment meeting were completed.

He grabbed the protocol and promotional budget to first seek Wu Qiangwei's signature.

But Qiangwei's signature alone wasn't enough; the promotional budget required signatures and seals from Secretary Lu and the City Government.

As the promotional budget involved both the City Propaganda Department and the Finance Bureau.

Though Minister Su from the Propaganda Department was Wu Qiangwei's ally, it was still an office under the City Committee, ostensibly under Secretary Lu's supervision.

While the Finance Bureau fell under the City Government's supervision.

If both didn't sign, promotional funds wouldn't be released.

He printed the government loan contract prepared in advance.

On the contract, the loan interest column astonishingly filled with a 24% annual rate!

Song Guanchao clutched the contract, striding strongly toward Secretary Lu's office.

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