Official Career Storm

Chapter 1691: Chapter 1691

Song Guanchao recounted all the information he got from Lu Zhizhong without holding back.

Wu Qiangwei slightly nodded. The information he gathered was almost identical to what she knew, with no discrepancies.

"Any ideas?" Wu Qiangwei wanted to hear his suggestions.

"I suggest we visit Governor Yang and discuss the situation with him."

Wu Qiangwei smiled brightly, "That’s what I was thinking too."

Their thoughts were aligned.

"Tomorrow morning, accompany me on a visit," Wu Qiangwei said.

"Alright." Song Guanchao stood up and prepared to leave, but noticed Wu Qiangwei looking at him with a strange expression.

He paused for a moment and immediately realized that he was leaving too abruptly, which didn’t match his personality.

On usual occasions, he wouldn’t miss such a good opportunity to spend some alone time.

But this time, he showed no intention of staying, clearly indicating he was going to meet another woman.

Song Guanchao reacted quickly, turned towards the bathroom, and said without looking back, "Your girlfriend won’t be coming over tonight, will she?"

Seeing him heading to the bathroom and hearing his words, Wu Qiangwei blushed and gave an ambiguous answer, "I don’t know."

"Why don’t you ask?"

"I won’t ask," Wu Qiangwei said, "You should go, I’m going to sleep."

"But it’s only a bit past eight, can you sleep that early?"

Song Guanchao said, "I’ll borrow your bathroom for a moment."

Wu Qiangwei lightly spat, feeling her body slightly warm.

Not long after, he came out, and as he got closer, Wu Qiangwei’s heart fluttered slightly.

Song Guanchao walked up to her, held her chin, and lifted her face.

Her face was as rosy as the clouds, full of youthful collagen.

Her breathing was slightly rapid, and her chest rose and fell underneath the nightgown, quite a sight to behold.

Song Guanchao smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

Wu Qiangwei let out a soft moan and slumped onto the sofa.

His body gently pressed down, and the two of them embraced.

More than half an hour later, both were revealed to each other, Wu Qiangwei panting lightly, feeling dizzy.

After another ten minutes, Song Guanchao finally stopped, embraced her a bit longer, and then sat up from her.

He glanced down at her alluring body and affectionately traced her curves, biting her lips lightly, "I’ll have you one day."

Wu Qiangwei wrinkled her nose and, with a soft whimper, pushed him away, grabbing her nightgown to cover her exposed body, "Hurry up and go home, don’t be late tomorrow morning."

Seeing her shy, Song Guanchao didn’t tease her. Lin Wanqiu was still waiting at home.

After he left, Wu Qiangwei looked at the mess on the sofa, her flush gradually fading.

She was actually ready, but always felt something was missing.

She knew what was missing: a sense of ceremony.

A sunny morning, a blazing afternoon, watching a movie in a relaxed atmosphere, everything falling into place after a candlelit dinner and a tipsy moment...

Instead of sneaking time amidst busy schedules after discussing work.

This felt more like satisfying physical desires, not the love she imagined.

...

After his retirement, Governor Yang continued living in the Provincial Committee compound.

The compound, with a building age nearing twenty years, had two-story red brick houses whose walls were covered with climbing fig vines, lush and vibrant.

Outside the house, two ginkgo trees were planted, and as autumn and winter approached, the green leaves turned red, the fan-shaped leaves deep red under the sunlight, as beautiful as illustrations from a language textbook.

Yang Gaolin, at 53, wasn’t considered old in politics.

He has been a Governor for ten years, having taken office at 43.

Anyone attentive could calculate the significance of that.

Now, distanced from the political center, he enjoys time at home with his family, occasionally driving on road trips to admire the country’s beautiful landscapes.

Wu Qiangwei and Song Guanchao arrived early.

The compound’s security was tight, making it impossible for the general public to enter.

Song Guanchao drove Wu Qiangwei’s official car, and although the security recognized the license plate and pass, they still called to confirm before allowing entry.

"The environment here at the Provincial Committee compound is really nice, quiet amidst the chaos. If this area were put up for sale, the unit price would easily exceed fifty thousand," Song Guanchao remarked, looking at the red brick villas.

In reality, such a location, quality, and level of security make these houses unattainable even for the wealthy.

Once houses reach a certain status, it’s not the money picking the house, but the house picking the people.

In circles you can’t break into, even rich families won’t sell.

They parked outside a villa, and Song Guanchao saw an elderly woman trimming flowers in the yard and said, "That’s Mrs. Yang. It’s said that Governor Yang is a man of integrity, never involved in a scandal."

Wu Qiangwei glanced at him, with implied meaning, "A Governor can resist temptation, but certain small cadres wish they could establish a harem."

Song Guanchao touched his nose with a sheepish smile, "Let’s go."

They got out of the car and approached the wrought iron gate of the yard, gently knocking.

The elderly woman looked up, put down her gardening shears, and came over to ask, "Is that Mayor Wu?"

Wu Qiangwei smiled humbly, "Hello, Mrs. Yang, I’m Wu Qiangwei."

"Come in," the elderly woman opened the gate, welcoming them in.

The elderly woman wasn’t much of a talker, unlike typical seniors who loved chatting.

She exuded a serene and tranquil air.

Once inside the villa, the two prepared to change their shoes, but the elderly woman said, "No need to change shoes, come in."

The villa’s decor was an older Chinese style, primarily practical.

A piece of glass pressed on top of a redwood coffee table, with photos and newspaper clippings underneath.

The sofas were also redwood, covered with soft cushions.

They sat down, and the elderly woman brought two cups of tea over.

Only then did they notice there was no live-in help in the villa.

"Enjoy your tea; I’ll inform my husband," the elderly woman said with a smile.

She returned shortly, followed by a man in his fifties with white hair, the retired Yang Gaolin.

Yang Gaolin was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with a well-maintained physique, indicating his commitment to exercise.

"Governor Yang."

Both stood up, greeting him politely.

"Please sit," Yang Gaolin’s voice was steady, his face carrying a gentle smile that naturally put others at ease.

After taking the tea his wife handed over, Yang Gaolin asked, "Mayor Wu, what brings you here?"

He disliked beating around the bush, opting to ask directly and address matters straightforwardly.

Wu Qiangwei said, "Governor Yang, we..."

"Don’t call me Governor, I’ve been retired for years," Yang Gaolin interjected, correcting her address.

Without acknowledging, Wu Qiangwei continued using the title, "Governor Yang, we came to report some work to you."

Yang Gaolin chuckled, "Go on."

Wu Qiangwei asked, "Do you still remember Jiangzhou City Industrial Park, Governor Yang?"

"That park I established, of course I wouldn’t forget. What happened to the park?" Yang Gaolin inquired.

Wu Qiangwei pondered how to express herself, considering the best way to narrate things, but Song Guanchao noted that Yang Gaolin preferred directness, so he interjected the conversation.

"The industrial park has experienced a pollution incident," Song Guanchao announced.

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