Right after finishing a call with Xu Xin, Wu Qiangwei's call came in.

Song Guanchao cleared his throat and pressed the answer button.

"Are you busy?"

"Not busy."

"I'm going to take a job in Jiangzhou City," Wu Qiangwei said calmly.

Although he already knew, Song Guanchao pretended to be surprised, "Jiangzhou? Has the organization given the Secretary a new appointment?"

"Yes."

"Is it City Secretary?"

"Mayor."

"Wow, second-in-command, Secretary, that's impressive!"

"..." This exaggerated tone made Wu Qiangwei feel a sense of familiarity, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously curved up.

But then she thought of something else, and the smile gradually faded.

"I'm about to start the job, if you have time, help me rent an apartment in the Provincial City."

"No problem, leave it to me."

"Let me know when it's rented."

"Okay."

"I'll hang up now."

She still wanted to say something to Song Guanchao, but didn't know what to say.

The once familiar relationship where nothing went unsaid now had an inexplicable barrier.

Leaving the room, Song Guanchao arrived outside Chen Yirou's room and raised his hand to gently knock on the door.

Seeing Song Guanchao, Chen Yirou was quite surprised.

"What's up?" Chen Yirou's gaze inadvertently drifted downward.

This action made Song Guanchao's mouth twitch.

"I need your help with something."

"Need my help?"

Chen Yirou really couldn't imagine what she could help him with.

"I remember you're a local, right?"

"Yes."

"I want to rent an apartment, but as you know, I'm not very familiar with Jiangzhou."

"Want me to recommend one?"

"Old Chen is indeed clever!"

Song Guanchao gave a thumbs up.

Chen Yirou rolled her eyes, somewhat displeased, "Let me correct you, from now on don't call me Old Chen."

"Fine, then I'll call you Xiao Chen."

"..." Chen Yirou felt exasperated, "No way!"

"Then what should I call you?"

"I have a name!"

Chen Yirou thought Song Guanchao was being ridiculous.

If they had an ordinary relationship, she wouldn't care what he called her.

But since they had that kind of relationship, she minded being called like that.

Old Chen and Xiao Chen, sounded like a guy's name.

Song Guanchao roughly guessed why she reacted this way, nodding, "Then when no one's around I'll call you Xiao Rou, and when there are people I'll call you Old Chen."

Chen Yirou blushed and didn't say anything this time.

"So, where do you want to rent the apartment?"

Chen Yirou asked while walking.

Song Guanchao caught up, "Near the City Government."

They arrived at the parking lot, as usual, Chen Yirou drove, taking him around the area near the City Government.

"This is Rui Jin Wen Hua, all small units."

"This is..."

Chen Yirou was clearly very familiar with this area, able to describe each neighborhood in detail.

Song Guanchao was a bit amazed, "How are you so familiar?"

Chen Yirou replied, "I researched when I bought an apartment."

"You bought an apartment?"

"I did, why?"

"A bit surprised, didn't expect you to be so rich, able to afford property in the Provincial City."

"It's not my own money, it's from my dad."

"Didn't expect, turns out you're quite the white and wealthy beauty."

"I hardly count as a white and wealthy beauty, but later on I can take you to my place for a visit."

"Not... alright, just as well, see what a white and wealthy beauty's room looks like."

He instinctively wanted to refuse, suddenly realizing Chen Yirou had ulterior motives.

What visit, she wanted to spark something between them.

Considering it had been nearly a week since last time.

After spending an entire afternoon, Song Guanchao finally decided on a neighborhood, signed the contract, and paid half a year's rent upfront.

Chen Yirou was quite curious if he rented the place for himself or for someone else.

But she didn't ask.

There needs to be a clear boundary between people, especially in their type of relationship.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to dinner."

After dinner, Chen Yirou invited him over to her place.

Chen Yirou's apartment was less than two kilometers from the City Government, with a beautiful environment and bright lights, guarded by security at all times.

Song Guanchao remembered this neighborhood, it was one Chen Yirou had shown him in the afternoon, with prices over forty thousand per square meter, and all units above 150 square meters.

Her apartment started at at least six million.

And she modestly said she wasn't a white and wealthy beauty.

"Sit down for a bit, I'll have a shower and change, been running around all afternoon, I'm sweaty."

Chen Yirou said casually, treating him as if he were not an outsider at all.

Song Guanchao glanced around, the apartment's warm-toned decor was cozy and exquisite.

Soon, the sound of water emanated from the bathroom.

"Song Guanchao," Chen Yirou opened the bathroom door a crack, voice coming through, "come here for a sec."

Song Guanchao walked over, through the crack in the door he could see a part of her fair skin.

"Forgot your underwear?"

Chen Yirou gave a big roll of her eyes, "I can't reach my back, come in and help me scrub."

"..."

No pretense anymore.

"I didn't bring a change of clothes, they'll get wet."

"Take them off, have a wash while you're at it."

With the conversation this far, refusing would be impolite.

"Alright, wait for me a bit."

Song Guanchao stood at the door, took off all his clothes, and pushed the door open to see Chen Yirou's shapely figure under the shower.

The fine stream sprayed from the showerhead, gliding over her delicate skin, pooling over her clavicle and flowing down.

Her chest's perky fullness under the white mist formed tempting curves, the sight of her pinkness was particularly inviting.

Seemingly noticing Song Guanchao looking at her, Chen Yirou feigned calmness, "The soap is over there."

"Mm."

Such a scene was one Song Guanchao could handle.

He walked over, picked up the soap, and started scrubbing her from behind.

As he washed, Chen Yirou gradually started breathing more heavily.

Where his hands brushed, a blush appeared. Whether it was from the warm water or nervousness, her body temperature was a bit higher than usual.

Thud.

The soap dropped to the floor, as Song Guanchao moved forward, her tender back and lifted hips pressed against him.

He wrapped his arms around her chest, when he lowered his head, she tilted her head up, their lips meeting.

As soon as his tongue reached out, it was entwined by Song Guanchao's.

He squeezed firmly a few times, one hand sliding down from her abdomen to between her legs.

The instant his fingers entered, her body shivered violently, a muffled moan escaped her blocked mouth.

That night, neither of them went back.

The next day, Song Guanchao was woken up by Chen Yirou.

Opening his eyes, he saw a soft body on top of him.

Seeing him awake, a blush appeared on Chen Yirou's cheeks, then she slipped down under the covers.

Under the warm covers, her nimble tongue moved around, making Song Guanchao close his eyes in comfort again.

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