Chapter 1890

Chapter 1890: Chapter 1890

When they arrived, it was already past eleven; as they chatted, it was time for lunch, and Secretary Xiao wanted to keep them for a meal.

Zhou Zheng excused himself, claiming he had official matters to handle, and Wu Qiangwei also didn’t want to stay, so she found an excuse, and they left together.

As the time reached four in the afternoon, Song Guanchao called Zhou Xingjian over, gave him a few instructions, and told him that he would be accompanying Wu Qiangwei to Jinling in the next few days.

He handed over the office work to him; if anything couldn’t be handled, he could just call him.

Zhou Xingjian curiously asked, "What are you going to Jinling for?"

In the past, he definitely wouldn’t have asked such a question.

Feeling that his relationship with Song Guanchao was solid, he directly asked without thinking.

"I’ve arranged meetings with a few foreign enterprise leaders to see if we can bring them to Jiangzhou." Song Guanchao didn’t hide the information.

After saying this, he added a reminder: "Don’t talk about this to outsiders."

"Understood." Zhou Xingjian nodded solemnly, feeling a slight sense of pride.

He understood that Song Guanchao’s "don’t talk about this to outsiders" referred specifically to Sun Jiajun and Chang Youcai.

He was afraid that if they knew, they’d undermine it secretly.

Not supposed to tell them, yet directly telling him, this indicated the trust Song Guanchao had in him.

"I’m heading off now, contact me by phone if anything comes up."

Song Guanchao walked out of the office with him, patting his shoulder as they headed downstairs.

At home, he picked out two pieces of clothing and stuffed them into his bag, then went downstairs to Wu Qiangwei’s building.

He walked over to the car; Wu Ming was sitting inside playing on his phone, and Song Guanchao opened the door and casually sat inside.

Wu Ming glanced up at him, then continued playing on his phone but suddenly asked without looking up: "What stage are you at with my sister?"

Song Guanchao acted like he didn’t hear, laying back with his arms folded and his eyes closed as though asleep.

Not getting an answer for a while, Wu Ming looked up and saw him, giving a wry smile, "I’m asking you a question."

"Ask your sister," Song Guanchao finally responded.

"I..." Wu Ming just opened his mouth when he saw Wu Qiangwei coming out of the building.

Wu Qiangwei was pushing a small, exquisite suitcase; Wu Ming eagerly opened the trunk and put the suitcase inside.

As soon as the car got on the expressway, Song Guanchao suddenly said, "He asked what stage we’re at, how should I respond?"

Wu Ming’s foot jerked, and the accelerator was pressed to the floor.

He quickly lifted his foot, glaring at Song Guanchao, furious: was this guy so shameless to share their private talk with his sister?

Can we still have good communication?

He cautiously glanced at the rearview mirror; Wu Qiangwei maintained a stoic expression, glaring at him with a murderous look.

"I didn’t ask, he lied!" Wu Ming absolutely denied it.

Wu Qiangwei said nothing, closing her eyes to feign sleep.

Wu Ming shot a threatening look at Song Guanchao, who responded with a mischievous grin.

They arrived at the airport at nearly five-thirty, hurriedly finished check-in procedures, and boarded the plane smoothly.

"Next time just book economy class." Wu Qiangwei said as she settled into a spacious seat in business class.

Song Guanchao nodded, and seeing that everyone else was seated, placed his hand on her thigh.

Wu Qiangwei shivered slightly, nervously glancing around, and whispered sharply, "Take your hand away."

Though she reprimanded him, she didn’t actually remove his hand.

This showed that she didn’t mind Song Guanchao’s bold gesture, enjoying the thrill instead.

Grasping her innermost thoughts, Song Guanchao didn’t speak, gently kneading her thigh bit by bit.

After the plane took off, the flight attendant pushed a cart over; only then did Song Guanchao leisurely retract his hand.

As the flight attendant passed, he asked for a meal.

Then, as she collected the food trays, he requested two blankets.

After the last passenger in business class finished their meal, the flight attendant dimmed the lights.

Song Guanchao spread out the thin blanket, covering half her body, and his mischievous right hand sneaked inside, creeping toward her waist and into her pants.

Wu Qiangwei’s body tensed tightly, biting her lip, breathing slightly heavy, nostrils flared.

As time went by, Song Guanchao’s actions became increasingly excessive.

Seeing he was about to push further, Wu Qiangwei clamped his hand with her leg, pushing his arm, whispering annoyedly, "I want to rest, stop messing around."

Song Guanchao knew this was her limit, so he didn’t push further, obediently pulling his hand back.

At eight, they arrived in Jinling.

Their hotel was booked at the Intercontinental Hotel in the city center, Jinling’s tallest building.

He reserved two rooms, but after exiting the elevator, he followed Wu Qiangwei into her room.

"Anything you need?" Wu Qiangwei put down the suitcase, asking knowingly.

Song Guanchao casually dropped his bag and stepped forward to wrap her waist, kissing with a wicked grin.

Wu Qiangwei turned her head aside, saying, "I’m all sweaty. I need a shower."

"Is it really sweat?" Song Guanchao teased, his hand tracing her hip, causing Wu Qiangwei to stomp her foot in shy anger.

"Ouch, take it easy."

Song Guanchao winced in pain as Wu Qiangwei seized the chance to break free from his arms and went toward the bathroom, calling specifically as she shut the door, "No coming in!"

Song Guanchao noticed the suitcase she left on the floor and chuckled.

Going for a shower without grabbing a change of underwear.

Women are indeed contradictory in their words.

Saying no entry, but inwardly wishing I’d come in quickly.

He swiftly took off his clothes, grabbed the bathroom door handle: "I’m coming in."

Pushing the door open, he saw a snow-white figure standing under the showerhead.

Waterfall-like dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and jade-like back.

The stark contrast of black and white made Song Guanchao gulp, unable to resist embracing and kissing her randomly.

...

"Answer your phone."

Wu Qiangwei lay exhausted on the bed, extending a jade-like foot to nudge him.

Song Guanchao’s phone had been ringing incessantly during the passionate moments.

At a critical point, he had silenced his phone and ignored it, focusing on the task at hand.

Song Guanchao looked at the phone, saying, "It’s Jiang Zhengdong calling."

He casually dialed back, "Mr. Jiang, Wu Mayor and I have just arrived."

Jiang Zhengdong served as the intermediary for contacting foreign enterprises, and naturally, he would be a part of the meeting this time.

He communicated with Jiang Zhengdong over the phone, confirming the meeting time and location for the next day, then ended the call.

"Tomorrow morning at ten-thirty, Jinling Grand Hotel."

Song Guanchao informed Wu Qiangwei of the time and location, tossed the phone aside, and launched another playful attack, "Let’s continue!"

Wu Qiangwei weakly shielded her chest with her arm, timidly pleading, "Be gentle."

This opportunity to be alone together was very precious to her.

Naturally, she also wanted to have a wild time with Song Guanchao.

But tomorrow and the day after, they had important matters; she worried that going too wild would make it hard to get out of bed the next day.

"Okay, just one last time tonight," Song Guanchao promised.

...

The next day, at ten o’clock.

The two took the hotel’s provided vehicle to the restaurant.

This is Jinling’s first five-star hotel, its appearance already somewhat outdated; in this era, the decor doesn’t impress.

But the history witnessed by the hotel, its unique position, is unmatched by other high-end hotels.

Many businessmen, officials, and even international dignitaries still choose to stay here when coming to Jinling.

"Mayor Wu, Director Song."

Jiang Zhengdong, who had arrived early, rushed over from the hotel entrance, shaking hands warmly and guiding them inside.