While waiting at the red light, Song Guanchao wondered, has Director Feng gone mad?

Doesn't he know Jiang Yiren is backed by Qu Xiangru?

Could it be... he really doesn't know?

Thinking about it carefully, since Jiang Yiren was transferred to Lingjiang, her personal conduct has been high-profile, yet her work has been by the book; she never used trifles to wield authority.

And with her looks, anyone with a bit of interest wouldn't be able to hold back.

If given the chance, they would find ways to get closer.

The more Song Guanchao thought about it, the more he felt that most people in the city really might not know about Jiang Yiren's background.

Otherwise, how could they dare to obstruct her in the creation work?

"This silly woman."

Song Guanchao cursed under his breath.

If you have power and don't use it, it becomes useless when expired.

Such a simple truth and you don't get it, what are you doing mixing in politics!

As the car entered the parking lot, Song Guanchao opened the car door and strode into the restaurant.

He asked the doorman which floor the private room was on and took the stairs instead of the elevator.

Inside the private room.

Jiang Yiren realized she had drunk too much, but it was a bit too late.

Her senses were infinitely magnified, and Director Feng's not particularly ugly but greasy face was uncomfortably close.

"Director Jiang, you've had a bit too much to drink. Where do you live? I'll take you home later."

Director Feng placed a hand on her shoulder, speaking with concern, body leaning in very close.

Jiang Yiren wanted to push him away, but her hand felt weak, and her resisting actions seemed more like flirting.

"Director Jiang, do you have a boyfriend?"

"You're so pretty, there must be many people pursuing you, right?"

Director Feng caressed her shoulder, and a restless energy stirred within his crotch.

In his mind, however, he cursed, why hasn't anyone come in yet?

Damn it, how long do I have to keep up this act?

Facing such a beautiful girl, he had to flirt but not go too far.

The art of balancing this took a lot of effort.

The key was, he didn't expect Jiang Yiren to have such a low tolerance for alcohol.

She didn't even have the strength to fight back.

In a moment of resolve, he pretended to accidentally knock the plate from the table to the floor.

Bang!

The plate fell to the ground with a loud sound.

This noise acted like a signal, alerting Huang Tingting outside the door.

She immediately went to the next room, knocked on the door, opened it a crack, and whispered, "Miss Zhu, it's time."

After saying this, Huang Tingting turned and walked towards the restroom.

After Huang Tingting left, Zhu Qiushui leisurely got up from her seat and walked to the door.

She opened the door.

Before she could step across the threshold, she saw a tall figure flash past her, heading to the private room where Jiang Yiren was.

Song Guanchao looked up at the room number to confirm, then reached to push the door open.

Just as he was about to enter, he sensed someone watching him.

Turning his head, he saw a woman standing at the door of the next room.

This woman had a vivacious and charming aura, with a full silk black long-sleeve shirt that accentuated her soft and enchanting femininity, exuding a myriad of charms.

At first glance, one's eyes would only be filled with this woman.

Sultry!

That was Song Guanchao's first reaction upon seeing this woman.

He cast an appreciative look, glanced briefly and then retracted his gaze, before stepping into the room.

Watching him enter the room, Zhu Qiushui couldn't help but frown.

Why has Secretary Song come?

This dinner was set up by her; at this moment, she should be the one to play the hero and save the beauty, garnering Jiang Yiren's favor.

But now, it was ruined by Song Guanchao.

Zhu Qiushui hesitated for two seconds and then followed him to the room.

As soon as Song Guanchao entered the room, he saw Director Feng's lecherous hand on Jiang Yiren's shoulder, their bodies very close.

When he heard the door open, Director Feng thought to himself, finally, someone arrived.

But when he looked up and saw it was Song Guanchao, he was stunned.

Why is it Song Guanchao?

Where's that woman Zhu Qiushui?

"Director Feng, enjoying your meal?"

Song Guanchao asked with a smiling face.

Director Feng was about to speak when footsteps sounded at the door again.

Both looked up, relieved to see Zhu Qiushui enter.

Song Guanchao felt puzzled.

This was the woman from the room next door, what was she doing here?

Zhu Qiushui stood at the door, picked up her phone, and took a picture of the three people at the table.

Then, under Song Guanchao's puzzled gaze, she said coldly, "I've already called the police."

Song Guanchao: ???

Lady, who are you?

Why did you call the police?

"Miss, did you go to the wrong room?" Song Guanchao asked.

Zhu Qiushui ignored him, pointing to the drunk Jiang Yiren resting on the chair, "Leave her here, and you both leave now, or when the police come, none of you will be able to leave."

Then, she turned to Director Feng, "Don't think I don't know what you greasy middle-aged men are up to: getting her drunk, then taking her out to rape her! Scum, disgusting!"

Song Guanchao suddenly understood.

When he arrived, he heard the sound of a plate breaking inside.

Apparently, that noise had attracted this woman over.

But evidently, this woman had already noticed Director Feng's intentions and had been watching quietly.

Song Guanchao was somewhat surprised; women really are perceptive.

They can even tell who the bad guys are.

Looks like, even if he hadn't come tonight, Jiang Yiren wouldn't have been in much trouble.

Director Feng also realized what Zhu Qiushui was doing.

Song Guanchao's appearance was an unexpected change, so she switched plans.

Director Feng immediately said, "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we're all colleagues."

Jiang Yiren scoffed, "Explain it to the police later if you're colleagues."

"None of you are allowed to leave before the police arrive."

Song Guanchao smiled, "Alright, then let's wait for the police to come."

Then he turned to Director Feng, "Director Feng, enjoying the touch?"

"Huh? What?"

Director Feng froze, immediately releasing Jiang Yiren's shoulder, nervously chuckling, "Secretary Song, don't misunderstand, Director Jiang drank too much and felt uncomfortable, I was afraid she'd fall."

"Heh heh."

Song Guanchao didn't expose him, and called out, "Waiter."

The waiter entered, and Song Guanchao said, "Bring a cup of honey tea."

Shortly, the honey tea arrived.

Song Guanchao pinched Jiang Yiren's chin and carefully fed her the tea, sip by sip.

Jiang Yiren, in a dazed state, was somewhat aware of what was happening, but her body was out of her control, drained of strength.

After drinking the tea, she felt much better, and her consciousness returned more clearly.

"Feeling better?"

"Mm."

Jiang Yiren licked her lips, looked at him, then at Director Feng.

Suddenly, she swung her hand, slapping Director Feng's face.

The slap was light, lacking strength.

Yet Director Feng still felt his face burning.

It wasn't pain, but shame.

He, the esteemed director of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, really needed to resort to such means for that bit of desire?

He was intimidated by Zhu Qiushui!

Damn!

If this gets out, how humiliating it would be?

Director Feng awkwardly said, "Director Jiang had too much to drink."

"Whether we're colleagues or not, you can tell the police in a bit."

"None of you are allowed to leave until the police arrive."

Song Guanchao smiled, "Alright, let's wait for the police." He then looked at Director Feng and asked, "Director Feng, enjoying the touch?"

"Huh? What?"

Director Feng was stunned, swiftly retracting his hand from Jiang Yiren's shoulder, and awkwardly said, "Secretary Song, don't get the wrong idea, Director Jiang had too much to drink."

Jiang Yiren snapped, "Whether we're colleagues, tell it to the police when they get here."

Before the police arrive, none of you are allowed to leave."

Song Guanchao smiled, "Alright, then let's wait for the police."

Then he looked at Director Feng: "Director Feng, enjoying your touch?"

"Ah? What?"

Director Feng was stunned and immediately let go of Jiang Yiren's shoulder, smiling sheepishly, "Secretary Song, don't get me wrong, Director Jiang just drank too much."

Song Guanchao chuckled softly and asked, "Well, let's just wait for the police then."

Oh right, Ms. Zhu, which police did you call?

Jiang Yiren snorted, "Does it matter if we're colleagues? We'll talk about it when the police arrive."

Hearing that, Zhu Qiushui rolled her eyes at him and put her phone back. "We'll see."

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