Song Guanchao did not help Wu Qiangwei into the room.
He took a blanket from the room and let Wu Qiangwei lie on the sofa, covering her with the blanket.
While he was doing all this, Qu Xiangru sat casually by the side.
Her enchanting figure, seductive gaze, exuded a myriad of charms, mixing maturity with sensuality, keeping Song Guanchao's nerves in a constant state of excitement.
Song Guanchao suppressed his impulse, and after finishing covering her with the blanket, he went to turn off the light.
The living room plunged into darkness.
He walked back and stood in front of Qu Xiangru.
Before he could move, Qu Xiangru had already sat up from the back of the sofa, grabbed his pajama pants, and pulled them down.
Then, she held Xiao Song, and her jade-like mouth opened.
A warm sensation enveloped him simultaneously.
He gently stroked Qu Xiangru's hair, using the cold moonlight outside, he could see her profile clearly.
Song Guanchao's senses were infinitely magnified, Qu Xiangru was drunk and let go of her inner repression, he could feel that her heart was like fire at this moment.
Song Guanchao's sense of excitement was also ignited, he picked up Qu Xiangru, as he lifted her leg, Qu Xiangru gasped, "I have a loud voice, you know."
Song Guanchao paused, picked her up horizontally, walked into the room, and closed the door.
A moment later, a storm raged inside, the bedboard shook, mingling the clash of bodies and her loud moans, along with Song Guanchao's heavy breathing.
For a long, long time, it finally ceased.
Until deep into the night, when Qu Xiangru fell asleep quietly, Song Guanchao left the room and gently closed the door.
When he returned to the living room, Wu Qiangwei was lying quietly on the sofa, still in the same position as when Song Guanchao left.
He picked up Wu Qiangwei, blanket and all, and carried her into the room.
After contemplating for two seconds, he kissed Wu Qiangwei on the forehead and left.
The next morning.
Wu Qiangwei opened her eyes, and her first reaction was to turn her head.
There was only her on the bed.
She lifted the blanket, her clothes were neatly in place.
She touched below.
After a while, she let out a sigh of relief, then felt a bit disappointed.
Nothing happened last night.
Washing, having breakfast, the three of them headed to the City Committee.
Accompanying Wu Qiangwei into the office, after making tea, Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, I need to go to Guangyue City today."
"To find Tu Zhaorui?"
"Yes, to see if I can get some useful information from him."
Previously, he had gone to Guangyue City to find Tu Zhaorui, wanting to get dirt on Qin Yuejin from him.
But Tu Zhaorui's advice was, don't act recklessly.
Now, it's different.
Qin Yuejin is already "dead."
At least to outsiders, he appears to be dead.
"Be careful.".
"It won't matter," Song Guanchao said, "The person behind Qin Yuejin still doesn't know I'm thoroughly investigating, they won't do anything to me."
Once thoroughly investigated, there will certainly be danger.
But he hasn't done that yet.
To that person, Qin Yuejin's death meant the matter had already concluded.
...
On the way to the airport, he received a call from Captain Shi.
All of Qin Yuejin's assets had been frozen, the funds attempted to be transferred were also simultaneously frozen, but approximately three million had still been smuggled overseas through an underground bank.
Song Guanchao told him not to worry about that portion of money.
As long as most of the money is controlled, that's enough.
Zhang Yulin has also been detained again, but has not been interrogated for the time being, to avoid alerting the target.
...
In a high-end club in Lingjiang.
Mr. Luo asked over the phone, "Have they found Qin Yuejin's body?"
"Not yet," the other party said, "Lingjiang is too vast, and the river's current is swift, the body could have been washed to who knows where, it might be very hard to find."
Mr. Luo grunted, putting down the phone.
Although Qin Yuejin was a bit foolish, he still had clarity when facing major events and was very decisive.
When it was time to die, he didn't hesitate.
According to the information he received, Qin Yuejin shot himself in the head.
It was said that Song Guanchao was present at the scene, witnessing him pull the trigger and fall into Lingjiang.
The chance of survival was almost zero.
After all, that shot was aimed at his head.
Mr. Luo wasn't very concerned about whether Qin Yuejin's body could be found.
What he cared about was, who set up this scheme?
Although the target was Qu Xiangru, it affected Mr. Luo.
Mr. Luo was furious, and the consequences were severe.
He had already sent someone to investigate, but they might not find out anything.
One who could set up such a scheme was clearly not an ordinary person, unlikely to leave traces.
...
The matter of Qin Yuejin kidnapping two municipal committee secretaries and then committing suicide by jumping into the river was reported to the province yesterday.
It was said that after learning of the incident, the leaders of the Provincial Committee were very angry.
When some are angry, others are happy.
For example, the Deputy Secretary of the Provincial Committee, Tian Kai Ming.
He knew it must be Jiang Yuan's doing.
He didn't expect Jiang Yuan to stir up such a storm.
However, this aligned with his interests.
The bigger the commotion, the more it favored him.
A Police Department director's suicide almost certainly meant that the candidate for Governor this time, Qu Xiangru, had no chance.
And he, without a doubt, would be appointed the next Governor of Nanjiang Province!
"This Jiang Yuan did quite well."
Secretary Tian was very satisfied.
...
At 11 a.m., Song Guanchao arrived in Guangyue City.
He had contacted Tu Zhaorui in advance by phone, arranging to have lunch today.
Tu Zhaorui was surprised by Song Guanchao's sudden visit, but he gave him face and did not refuse the invitation.
At 11:50, in the restaurant's private room.
The waiter pushed open the door, and Tu Zhaorui walked in.
Song Guanchao got up to greet him and shook hands: "Mayor Tu, long time no see."
"District Chief Song, congratulations on your promotion."
"Mayor Tu's information network is really impressive."
He had only been promoted to District Chief for a few days, yet Tu Zhaorui already knew, this guy was quite attentive to Lingjiang.
He toasted with tea, saying, "There was a big event in Lingjiang yesterday, Mayor Tu, did you hear about it?"
Yesterday?
Tu Zhaorui really hadn't heard about it.
Seeing his expression, Song Guanchao smiled, it seemed his information wasn't that up-to-date.
Without keeping it a secret, Song Guanchao drank the tea and said, "Qin Yuejin is dead."
Tu Zhaorui was suddenly shocked, somewhat incredulous, his eyes filled with suspicion: "Really?"
"Absolutely!"
Song Guanchao recounted the events of yesterday to him.
He didn't hide any details, there was no need.
Anyway, the matter would eventually spread within a small circle, it couldn't be hidden.
Tu Zhaorui listened attentively, and when he finished, Tu Zhaorui asked with some doubts: "So, why did you come to me?"
He remembered that Song Guanchao had once come to him, wanting to deal with Qin Yuejin.
Now that Qin Yuejin is dead, why did he still come?
Song Guanchao replied, "I want to know who was behind Qin Yuejin?"
Tu Zhaorui stared at him for a few seconds.
As expected, this guy is a madman.
The person is dead, and the City Committee is in control.
"Is this your idea, or the City Committee's?"
Song Guanchao smiled, "What does Mayor Tu think?"
Tu Zhaorui studied him for a few moments.
This guy is smart, he wouldn't do something so foolish.
The leaders of the City Committee would do even less so.
But still, they did.
For what purpose?
Could it be to take revenge for the near-death of Qu Xiangru and Wu Qiangwei?
No, it must be something deeper.
He didn't ask more, analyzing this information for a moment, Tu Zhaorui decided to do a favor.
He took a sip of tea and revealed a name to Song Guanchao.
He said, "Jiang Yuan."
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