Song Guanchao?

Wu Ming's curiosity was piqued, and he stood to the side, straining his ears, trying hard to become invisible.

"You, go out."

"Sis..."

"Out!"

"..." Wu Ming's face was filled with anger. We're all family; listening won't hurt me.

Forget it, I won't listen then.

I'll ask Uncle Hong later.

After he left, Wu Qiangwei asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Uncle Hong said, "The kid plans to go to Beijing and file a complaint."

"By himself?"

Uncle Hong shook his head, "He's already arranged for someone to go to Fengmen Building, probably to contact some of the displaced residents."

Wu Qiangwei's brows fiercely trembled.

She knew Song Guanchao was not at peace, but she thought he would understand after a few days.

But he was getting deeper into his stubbornness.

All the things she said yesterday were said in vain.

He didn't listen at all.

He acts on impulse, only doing what he wants to do, without considering others!

Taking people to Beijing to file a complaint... He hasn't thought about the impact it would have?

Seeing her face turn cold in an instant, with her lips tightly pressed together, and emotions clearly surging, Uncle Hong couldn't help but sigh softly internally.

After Uncle Hong left, Wu Qiangwei several times took out her phone to call Song Guanchao but ended up not dialing.

She kept telling herself she must not make any decisions while in an emotional state.

In such a state, one is not clear-headed.

Might end up saying many hurtful things.

But this anger bottled up inside made her uncomfortable.

From morning, to afternoon, and then to evening, Wu Qiangwei hadn't received his call.

She believed, for something this significant, Song Guanchao would surely talk to her about it if he really intended to do it.

But, no.

She didn't receive a call.

She was somewhat disappointed but told herself, maybe tomorrow when at work he would talk.

Monday.

Wu Qiangwei arrived early at the office.

Usually, Song Guanchao would come before her.

But today, Song Guanchao still hadn't appeared.

Until nine o'clock.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Song Guanchao pushed the door open, "Secretary."

He walked over, Wu Qiangwei glanced him up and down, frowned, saying, "Why aren't you wearing formal attire?"

Song Guanchao held onto his sweatshirt and said, "The suit is being washed, still not dry."

Wu Qiangwei said, "This is the City Committee, we'll be going out for research later, dressed like this..."

"Secretary." Song Guanchao interrupted her, handing over a document, "This is my resignation application."

"What?" Wu Qiangwei's expression froze, and her voice faltered a bit.

Song Guanchao pushed the resignation application further in front of her.

Her mind went blank, and after several seconds, her thoughts finally returned.

On the table, lay a folded piece of paper.

She opened it to see two big words on the front: Resignation Letter.

The content was very brief, just one sentence: "Personal reasons."

"Secretary, I'll be leaving now."

"Stop!"

Wu Qiangwei stood up, her voice slightly uncontrolled, loud enough for even Zeng Li outside to hear.

She controlled her breath, pressed her lips, and said, "Close the door."

Song Guanchao closed the door.

Wu Qiangwei walked out from behind the desk, stood in front of him, her eyes filled with anger, staring straight into his eyes.

Song Guanchao met her gaze, his face calm.

The first time he met this beautiful secretary, Song Guanchao thought her eyes were very beautiful.

Even though they spent time together every day, Song Guanchao never grew tired of looking at them.

After this, there wouldn't be many chances to see her again.

Their eyes met, silent for a long time.

After a while, Wu Qiangwei finally said, "Do you have issues with me?"

"No." Song Guanchao calmly said, "If you're not in the position, you don't plan its affairs."

"The Secretary has her considerations, and I have mine."

Wu Qiangwei suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, "Do you think I'm wrong?"

Song Guanchao shook his head, "From the Secretary's position, you're not wrong."

Wu Qiangwei stepped forward half a step, "From your position, am I wrong then?"

Song Guanchao neither admitted nor denied, "I just dislike Secretary Lu's approach."

"Dislike?" Wu Qiangwei's suppressed anger suddenly erupted, "Song Guanchao, was I unclear?"

"The treasury is out of money, the treasury is already out of money!"

Wu Qiangwei moved closer, until they were almost touching bodies.

Her heaving chest due to excitement was brushing against Song Guanchao's chest.

But at this moment, neither of them had the mood to care about such trivial matters.

Song Guanchao remained calm, "I know, so I didn't trouble the Secretary. I just used my own methods to resolve it."

"Your methods? Your methods are to go to Beijing and file a complaint?"

Song Guanchao showed a brief doubtful look, then raised his eyebrows sharply, "You sent people to follow me?"

Wu Qiangwei's tone faltered, only then realizing she seemed to have misspoke.

"I..."

"Ha."

Song Guanchao laughed self-deprecatingly, "Turns out the Secretary has been secretly monitoring me all along, and I naively thought the Secretary trusted me. Ha, I really am a clown."

Song Guanchao turned to leave, and Wu Qiangwei reflexively grabbed his hand.

Song Guanchao's face was expressionless, "I'll transition my work to Zeng Li shortly; if there's nothing, I'll stop coming from today onward."

He slowly raised his hand, but Wu Qiangwei held on tightly.

Her eyes flickered, complex emotions flowing through them.

"I didn't arrange..."

"Secretary Wu, you don't need to explain anything to me."

Song Guanchao smiled, "Your time is precious; I won't delay your work."

He released Wu Qiangwei's hand, turned, pushed the door, and closed it.

Once the door closed, Zeng Li immediately whispered, "Did you argue with Sister Weiwei?"

Song Guanchao took a document from the drawer, "This is the work content and to-do list for the following week. Keep an eye on it."

"Why? Are you going on a business trip?"

"Yes."

Song Guanchao smiled slightly, without mentioning his resignation.

Zeng Li came for him in the first place; otherwise, with her qualifications, how could she possibly be a living secretary for Wu Qiangwei?

The news of his resignation should at least wait until Wu Qiangwei has chosen a new secretary before telling her.

Otherwise, if he leaves and Zeng Li leaves too, Wu Qiangwei will have no one trustworthy left.

Trust...

Thinking of this word, Song Guanchao chuckled softly again.

He had really never expected that Wu Qiangwei would have arranged for people to secretly monitor him.

This wasn't something that just started recently.

Leaving the office, Song Guanchao went around to the comprehensive department to find Xu Xin.

When the door closed, Xu Xin finally revealed the joy hidden in her heart, "Brother Song, I'll make you some tea."

"Don't bother, I'll be leaving shortly." Song Guanchao said, "I'm here just to ask when you're returning home for relocating the tomb."

"I've been quite busy lately, can't set a time yet."

Song Guanchao replied, "I'm also a bit occupied recently. Perfect, once I'm done, I'll reach out to you."

"Okay."

Then, Song Guanchao found Chu Xiao'e and Liu Jie, informing them he wouldn't be at the City Committee for a while, asking them to reach out to Zeng Li if needed.

Though he's just a small secretary, his reputation is quite large, leaving quietly would still have some impact.

He had to try to minimize this impact.

Leaving the City Committee, Song Guanchao turned around and looked up at the not-so-tall building.

Reflecting on a few months ago, he was still full of spirit, making bold statements.

Who would have thought that in just a few months, he would be leaving the City Committee.

Truly, the world is unpredictable.

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