Official Career Storm

Chapter 1658:

The contents of the whistleblower letter were indeed conclusions she reached after personally reviewing the details of the corruption case.

More than five billion in illicit funds had been mysteriously moved away—there were so many inconsistencies about it.

Song Guanchao was the very first person to come into contact with the holder of those funds.

So she concluded that Song Guanchao definitely had something fishy going on.

It was very likely that a portion of the money was in his control.

Yet she underestimated Song Guanchao.

When faced with the letter, he didn’t show a hint of panic. He calmly handed over his phone, acting as if he had nothing to hide.

He even went further, saying that if nothing came out of the investigation, they should start investigating the informant.

Whether Song Guanchao really had no problems, she wasn’t sure, but at least he acted like he was clean.

But she did have problems herself.

Her own bank transactions couldn’t stand up to any scrutiny.

Thankfully Huang Ronghua threw her a lifeline at the right time, or she honestly had no idea how to end the situation.

Song Guanchao also knew when to back off, and didn’t stoop to arguing with this woman.

He took back his phone and said, "Secretary Hu, if you need my cooperation in any investigation, just let me know."

Secretary Hu waved a hand: "It’s all become clear, go get back to your work."

Song Guanchao grunted in acknowledgment and left the office.

On the way to the restaurant, he kept thinking about that woman’s identity.

He’d definitely seen her before, but just couldn’t recall when or where.

Reaching the restaurant entrance, he decided to just get it over with and called Hall Director Qi directly to ask.

"Hall Director Qi, that woman named Su Rong, who is she? Why the hell did she report me for no reason?"

"You don’t know her?" Hall Director Qi sounded even more baffled than he was.

"Never met her."

"Now that’s weird. If you don’t know her, what’s she reporting you for?"

"I’d like to know that too. So what’s her background?"

"Mr. Huang’s subordinate."

"Inspector?" Song Guanchao suddenly remembered. It clicked.

That night, when he’d gone to catch those two inspectors from the inspection group who’d taken bribes, this woman was present at the scene.

But then, why did she go and report him for no reason?

He furrowed his brow, thinking back on other details.

One of the inspectors caught that night had been out getting a late meal.

And it was Su Rong who came back together with that inspector.

He felt like he was starting to guess at the truth.

This Su Rong probably had a "close" relationship with that inspector who took bribes.

Maybe she’d even been fucking him.

"Tsk, really a sentimental type."

Chuckling, Song Guanchao walked into the restaurant, not the least bit bothered.

He didn’t tell Wu Qiangwei or the others about this—instead, when they asked, he just said they’d been asking him about some case details.

After eating, they went back to the hotel.

Their return tickets had been booked for the next morning.

This was their last day in Pinghai.

Back at the hotel, Song Guanchao took a shower, then messaged Fu Ying to invite her out to see the ocean.

The two of them strolled along the beach for a while, then slipped into a nearby hotel. They fucked each other’s brains out until dusk.

After dinner, they both returned to the hotel.

After cleaning himself up, he went down to Lin Wanqiu’s room, messaging her to open the door.

No sooner had he stepped inside than he scooped Lin Wanqiu up into his arms—didn’t say a single unnecessary word, just went straight for the bed.

After the wild sex, Song Guanchao leaned against the headboard and said, "We’re heading home tomorrow."

"Oh." Lin Wanqiu looked a little down. That meant they were going to be apart again.

Song Guanchao said, "Want to come back with me?"

"And do what?"

"The stolen money hasn’t been recovered yet. You can keep covering the story. Wait until I get the money back and then go back."

Lin Wanqiu’s eyes lit up. "Then I’ll have to tell Xiao Su."

Song Guanchao’s eyes shifted. "Just bring her along."

Lin Wanqiu had no clue what he was scheming. She thought it over and nodded: "That’s fine, I just don’t know if she’d be willing."

She went for it right away, grabbing her phone and calling Su Nanzhi, telling her she was heading to Jiangzhou tomorrow to follow up on the recovery of the stolen funds.

Song Guanchao strained his ears, wanting to know how Su Nanzhi would respond.

"You’re going to Jiangzhou? What about me then? Head back to Beijing first?"

"If you’re free, just come with me. You’ve been covering the story anyway."

"Alright then." Su Nanzhi sounded a bit reluctant. Song Guanchao scoffed to himself—damn, she really knows how to put on an act.

Lin Wanqiu tossed her phone aside. "She’s coming too."

Song Guanchao pressed her beneath him, squeezing her ass. "Once we’re in Jiangzhou, stay with me."

"That probably won’t work," Lin Wanqiu said. "I have to share a hotel room with Xiao Su, or she’ll get suspicious."

"Let her be suspicious," Song Guanchao said. "In fact, I don’t care if she finds out."

Lin Wanqiu shook her head. "I don’t want her to know."

Song Guanchao didn’t ask why she wanted to keep it secret. He said, "Then just stay at my place. Call that journalist Su too, my house has plenty of space."

Lin Wanqiu was clearly tempted. "Wouldn’t that be kind of awkward?"

"Not in the slightest!" Song Guanchao pressed himself against her perfect ass, a finger slipping inside. "When she falls asleep, I’ll sneak over to you."

Lin Wanqiu clamped her legs shut, her heart racing from his teasing words. "Better not. I don’t want to make too much noise and have her hear us."

"If she hears, she hears. We’re not doing anything shameful."

"Hmph, I bet you’re plotting something else!" Lin Wanqiu narrowed her eyes. "You have a thing for her, don’t you?"

"Damn right," Song Guanchao owned up with zero shame. "I’ve got more than just a thing—I plan to have some fun with her after you fall asleep."

"Hah, keep dreaming! She wouldn’t go for you."

Lin Wanqiu raised her ass, pushing his fingers out, and said in a weak voice, "But I want more."

She sat up, held Xiao Song, and with eyes full of lust, slowly lowered herself onto him.

...

Song Guanchao didn’t leave her room until eight or nine that night. He’d barely taken a few steps before the door next door opened.

Su Nanzhi stood in the doorway, wrapped in a bathrobe, leaning against the frame. Her big bright eyes sparkled as she raised her brows at him.

Song Guanchao got the message instantly and strode in.

As soon as the door closed, Su Nanzhi was already walking further into the room, and Song Guanchao pressed up behind her.

His hands slipped into the robe—nothing underneath but smooth, bare skin.

He cupped her soft, springy tits, gently tweaking her nipples. Su Nanzhi gave an "mmm" and stopped walking.

Her ass stuck out, grinding shamelessly against Song Guanchao’s crotch.

She reached back with both hands, wanting to unbuckle his belt, a little desperate.

In no time at all, she had Xiao Song out, stroking and working him until he swelled to a fierce, monstrous size in her hands.

Then she yanked up her robe herself, pressed her little ass against him, rubbing and sliding back and forth with no pause.

Her thirsty, hungry reaction surprised Song Guanchao a bit.

Just two days without sex and she’s starving like this.

How the hell did this woman get through her past twenty-odd years?

"Ah~"

She pushed her little ass back and took Xiao Song inside her.

But she’d barely taken half of him before she had to stop, clearly overwhelmed, knees trembling under her as she shakily crouched forward.

Song Guanchao wrapped an arm around her arched belly and thrust forward hard, packing her full until not a drop of space was left inside her.

Her body, freshly deflowered, was tight as hell.

He’d already given it to Fu Ying and Lin Wanqiu that afternoon, but even now, he was hard as a rock and ready to go again.

It wasn’t long before Su Nanzhi was bent over against the floor-to-ceiling windows, her snowy white breasts squished flat against the glass, her waist dipped, ass high—a gorgeous, tempting line.

She tried spreading her legs to stand up, but Song Guanchao forced them closed, his hips pounding her round ass, the flesh on it rippling.

"No, I can’t anymore..." Su Nanzhi begged in a tearful voice. Song Guanchao slammed into her a few more times, and with her sobbing, sent her straight to the heavens.