Official Career Storm-Chapter 1415

The table was full of leftover takeout, Wen Ru hadn't changed out of her uniform yet, and her expression was a bit heavy.

She handed Song Guanchao a bottle of water, sat down, and said, "The informant means to trade money for information."

She received a strange call that evening, the caller claimed to have specific information about the jewelry store heist last year.

To get the information, money had to be exchanged.

"How much?"

"Two million, cash."

"Cash?" Song Guanchao said, "That's quite bold."

A cash transaction meant the caller risked exposure.

Negotiating such a deal with the Police Department's Political Commissioner, weren't they afraid of being caught?

Song Guanchao lightly tapped the back of his hand and said, "I'll provide the money. Call him and set the time and place."

Wen Ru was a bit surprised: "You have money?"

She considered herself to know Song Guanchao well; he wasn't the kind to be greedy or misuse power for personal gain.

Public servant salaries are transparent, and Song Guanchao's take-home pay was, at most, a few thousand a month.

Two million, just like that?

Where did he get the money?

Song Guanchao didn't hide it: "Da Yuan Real Estate has two hundred million in my hands."

Wen Ru suddenly realized; Da Yuan Real Estate was a company owned by the Jiang Family, and they'd been swindled in Lingjiang, reportedly losing billions.

Later, Song Guanchao managed to recover most of the money, but the whereabouts of Da Yuan Real Estate's money remained unknown.

Wen Ru dialed the informant's number.

The man on the other end deliberately lowered his voice and altered his tone: "Political Commissioner Wen, have you decided?"

Wen Ru said, "The time, the place."

The man said, "I'll contact you tomorrow at noon."

"Alright."

The conversation was brief.

Wen Ru put down the phone and asked, "Do you want to contact Director Liang?"

Song Guanchao thought for two seconds and shook his head: "I'll report back to Mayor Wu."

He could explain the source of the money to Wen Ru, but he couldn't tell Liang Jianfeng.

But the nature of this matter was quite severe and couldn't be concealed forever.

Moreover, if handled well, it would be a credit to both Wu Qiangwei and Song Guanchao.

With the general plan established and the key matters determined, the two exchanged glances and suddenly felt a bit awkward.

It seemed there was nothing else.

He seemed like he should leave.

Song Guanchao took a sip of water, looked around, and finally focused on the takeout boxes on the table: "Do you usually eat this?"

"For one person, takeout is convenient."

"It is quite convenient." Song Guanchao touched his nose, searching for something to say.

"I should go then."

He said he would leave, but he didn't actually move.

Wen Ru could tell he didn't want to go and wanted her to ask him to stay.

But she wasn't good at this.

Their relationship was both simple and complex at the same time.

They weren't a couple, neither were they lovers.

As for feelings… over such a long time, there were certainly some feelings.

But both were people who valued reason over desire and wouldn't be driven by emotions.

"Is the issue with the consulate resolved?" Wen Ru finally spoke, picking a nearby topic.

Song Guanchao, who had been indecisively lingering, finally stood up a bit, but then sat back down.

"Resolved."

"Oh, that's good."

Wen Ru asked again, "Did you ask me to investigate Fan Jie to take action against him?"

"Yes."

"What's your plan?"

With a new topic, the awkward atmosphere vanished, and Song Guanchao began to speak eloquently. She sank into the sofa, listening with gentle eyes.

As he was approaching the end of his speech, Wen Ru suddenly said, "Want some wine?"

Song Guanchao paused, made eye contact, gently coughed, and looked away: "Sure."

Wen Ru fetched a bottle of red wine, and Song Guanchao slowed his speech, drinking it glass by glass.

As the wine went down, a blush quickly appeared on Wen Ru's face.

She knew what Song Guanchao intended, but he still tried to act like a gentleman.

Perhaps he felt being too direct would make her uncomfortable?

He was considering her, after all.

Watching him talk incessantly, Wen Ru moved closer bit by bit, closing the distance between them.

When she got within a fist's distance, Song Guanchao slowly noticed.

He looked down at the beautiful lady beside him, and Wen Ru also looked at him.

Their eyes met, no longer avoiding each other.

Wen Ru's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyelids gently lowered.

Song Guanchao slowly lowered his head until he captured her fragrant lips.

Then they naturally embraced each other.

A woman who has tasted the pleasures of intimacy finds it hard to return to celibacy.

At first, Wen Ru was quite restrained, but as Song Guanchao caressed her, her reactions grew stronger.

Her clothes were removed by Song Guanchao, piece by piece. Her underwear wasn't fully off, just hanging on her arm, but Song Guanchao couldn't wait to bow his head and taste.

She clung to Song Guanchao's neck, the delicate skin on her long neck tightening, revealing small veins, as she let out rapid breaths.

Song Guanchao laid her horizontally on the sofa, his tongue trailing from her peach-like tip downward. Her body tensed abruptly as he reached her abdomen.

When he arrived between her beautiful legs, his tongue gently probed, causing Wen Ru to cry out softly.

She pushed him in a bit of a panic, probably not expecting him to kiss there.

Song Guanchao held her ample hips, burying his head to savor.

This first-time experience left Wen Ru feeling both ashamed and thrilled, her reactions immense, unable to contain her cries.

After the passion, Song Guanchao carried the languid Wen Ru into the bathroom and meticulously cleaned her.

He then carried her back to the room.

Looking at Song Guanchao lying beside her, Wen Ru asked, "Aren't you going home?"

"I'll leave in the morning."

Going back would mean being alone again, plus he had drunk, requiring a designated driver.

He didn't want such hassle.

Wen Ru had never let anyone stay overnight before; it felt a bit unusual but not entirely unwelcome.

While she was reminiscing about their earlier experience, Song Guanchao's hand suddenly reached over again.

She looked up; Song Guanchao was looking at her with a mischievous expression.

Looking down, she saw he was aroused again.

Wen Ru blushed, about to say something when Song Guanchao climbed over her again, kissing from her chest downward just like on the sofa earlier.

She felt a bit nervous, but even more was anticipation.

The different experience brought her entirely different sensations.

"Ah~"

She gripped the bedsheet tightly, her waist arched.

...

The next morning, when Wu Qiangwei arrived at the office, she found Song Guanchao waiting early.

"What's up?" She stepped inside, with Song Guanchao following and closing the office door behind him.

Wu Qiangwei sat down, immediately noticing the serious expression on Song Guanchao's face as he looked at her.

He handed over a document: "Have a look."

Wu Qiangwei opened the document, which was about a serial theft case that occurred in Jiangzhou City last year.

Over a dozen jewelry stores had been robbed, initially believed to be the work of the same theft gang.

However, the culprits had been well-prepared, leaving no traces, and no useful information had been uncovered to date.

Wu Qiangwei was puzzled as to why this case was being brought up now.

A thought struck her, and she asked, "Is there a lead on the case?"