Returning to Lingjiang, it was already past seven in the evening.

Song Guanchao had contacted Wu Qiangwei in advance, and upon leaving the airport, headed straight for the Li Lake Mansion.

By the time he arrived at Wu Qiangwei's place, it was close to nine.

"Secretary... grumble."

His stomach made an uncontrollable noise.

"You haven't eaten?"

"No."

"Come in, I'll cook some noodles for you."

Song Guanchao instinctively glanced at her long legs under her robe and swallowed: "Cook noodles for me... Alright."

Wu Qiangwei hesitated for a moment before realizing, a hint of annoyance flashing in her eyes: "You're still in the mood for wild thoughts, seems like you aren't very hungry."

"Ahem, no, I'm quite hungry."

"Make it yourself."

Wu Qiangwei turned her back on him.

This jerk never misses a chance to have dirty thoughts.

Song Guanchao grinned, changed into slippers, and walked into the kitchen, turning back to ask: "Secretary, are you eating?"

Wu Qiangwei rubbed her empty stomach and suddenly remembered that she hadn't had a chance to eat dinner yet either.

"Hmm."

Soon, two bowls of steaming plain noodles were brought up.

"Secretary, have some noodles." Song Guanchao handed over the chopsticks with a servile smile: "I even fried you an egg, with a soft yolk."

Wu Qiangwei didn't speak, maintaining the dignity of a secretary.

Instead of taking the chopsticks, she took out a stack of cash and placed it in front of him.

Song Guanchao wondered: "Secretary, why are you giving me money?"

"The money I asked you to use to buy things before."

Buy things?

Song Guanchao remembered that he had bought sanitary pads for Wu Qiangwei twice.

But is it necessary to be so precise?

Song Guanchao didn't say much and accepted the money.

Wu Qiangwei picked up the chopsticks and ate delicately in small bites.

Song Guanchao sneaked glances at her face, thinking that perhaps she was still upset about the earlier incident.

He wanted to smooth things over, saying: "Secretary, the pleasure of eating noodles comes from taking big bites, let me demonstrate for you, slurp, slurp, gulp~"

Wu Qiangwei wasn't angry, just felt she had to act a bit more serious.

Otherwise, as the secretary, she had no standing in front of him.

Seeing his exaggerated noodle-eating antics, Wu Qiangwei was both annoyed and amused, suddenly choking with a "poof".

At that moment, a long thin noodle popped out from her left nostril.

The air solidified instantly.

Song Guanchao looked at her, and she looked at Song Guanchao.

At that moment, their bodies became rigid.

Wu Qiangwei didn't even know what her emotions were at that moment.

A bit bewildered, a bit angry, but mostly full of shame.

She had always been conscious of her appearance, always neat and tidy.

But now, a noodle had emerged from her nostril.

And sitting across from her was Song Guanchao, who had just put down his chopsticks and swallowed the noodles in his mouth.

He just wanted to lighten the mood, who would have thought their secretary had this special skill.

Song Guanchao took out the cash she had given him, picked a hundred-yuan bill, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of her.

"Here's a hundred for you, Secretary, do it again for me."

Wu Qiangwei just grabbed a tissue to pull out the noodle from her nostril.

Upon hearing this, she couldn't help herself.

Poof—

A noodle came out from her right nostril too.

Damn!

Just like that?

Song Guanchao was stunned and, shaking his head, he clapped his hands in amazement: "As expected of the secretary, excellent!"

At that moment, Wu Qiangwei was so embarrassed she wanted to die, and more so, she wanted to kill Song Guanchao!

Her feelings at that moment were hard to put into words.

Shame, anger, rage, and even a bit of wanting to cry.

She'd never been so humiliated in her life.

And in front of Song Guanchao!

The dignified and composed image she had maintained in front of Song Guanchao for the past six months collapsed instantly!

She bowed her head, quickly handled the noodles, turned, and went into the room without a word.

Bam!

The door slammed loudly.

"It's over, she seems really mad this time."

It was only at this point that Song Guanchao realized.

That scene just now was amazing!

He couldn't help but clap and cheer.

Giving money wasn't meant as an insult but was a subconscious approval!

It just seemed the secretary misunderstood his actions.

"What an idiot."

He slapped his head and quickly went over.

"Knock knock."

"Secretary..."

"Get lost!"

Song Guanchao pushed the door open and saw Wu Qiangwei sitting on the bed, her face cold like a deep, bottomless pool.

A hint of embarrassed red lingered on her face, and her eyes shot daggers, wishing she could tear him to pieces.

"I told you to get lost!"

"Alright! I'll get lost!"

Song Guanchao squatted down, transformed into a dung beetle, rolled on the spot, rolling to her feet.

Looking up, he said: "Secretary, is my rolling round? If not, do you want me to give it another go?"

Wu Qiangwei almost couldn't hold back her laughter, biting her molars to suppress it: "Get lost!"

Second roll.

Third roll.

Rolling a full circle around the bed, Song Guanchao returned to her feet: "Secretary, is it standard?"

Wu Qiangwei wasn't very angry anymore.

Just embarrassed.

Too embarrassed!

Supposed to be a dignified leader, a graceful lady, now showing such an unflattering side.

For any woman, that would be a devastating blow to her image.

Fortunately, only Song Guanchao was at home.

Not quite socially dead yet.

She stood up and left the room.

Song Guanchao hurried to follow her and saw her return to the table, realizing she had calmed down.

Note to self: don't pull such stunts again.

With someone more narrow-minded, they might faint from rage.

Song Guanchao kept his head down, eating a large mouthful of noodles, finishing them quickly, and drinking the broth.

Ten minutes later, Wu Qiangwei also finished her meal.

Song Guanchao tidied up the table, sat back, and quickly got to the point: "Secretary, I went to Guangyue City today."

Wu Qiangwei's mood had completely calmed, and hearing this, she asked: "To see Tu Zhaorui?"

Song Guanchao nodded: "Director Qin used to be in Dujiang City, I think Mayor Tu might have dirt on him."

"Does he?"

"Yes!" Song Guanchao said: "But he didn't tell me."

He recounted the conversation with Tu Zhaorui.

"His concern is not unfounded..."

Wu Qiangwei sighed lightly, a bit wistfully: "Before coming to Lingjiang, I thought that even if there were problems, they wouldn't be too big. I didn't expect it to be so chaotic."

The political scene in Lingjiang was like a den of villains.

Finding someone with no issues was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

But Song Guanchao felt that it wasn't as bad as Wu Qiangwei claimed.

Problems exist everywhere.

They just vary in severity.

In his view, the issues in Lingjiang weren't too outrageous.

In contrast, the previous situation in Dujiang City was truly dire.

In Lingjiang, at least most of the standing committee members and department leaders had their limits, and what they did wasn't too excessive.

"Also, Mayor Tu mentioned one more thing."

Song Guanchao said: "Be wary of Secretary Lu."

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