Wu Qiangwei conveyed what Zheng Bihui had just mentioned to Qu Xiangru.

Qu Xiangru was a bit surprised.

He hadn't expected that Zheng Bihui could be so decisive at times.

"What do you think?" Qu Xiangru wanted to hear her opinion.

Wu Qiangwei replied, "Compared to relocating him, I am more inclined to promote him."

No matter what Zheng Bihui thought in his heart, but today he had made a statement, he was willing to align with Wu Qiangwei and Qu Xiangru and draw a clear line with Jiang Yuan.

Moreover, once he is promoted, they could replace the mayor with one of their people.

In this way, both the City Committee and the City Government would be under their control.

The local faction, which had been suppressed, shouldn't think of stirring trouble in the future.

This is a win-win situation.

Otherwise, if they continued to suppress Zheng Bihui, even though they would still control the City Committee, the City Government would be somewhat out of control.

Qu Xiangru also thought about these scenarios, she nodded and asked, "Do you have a candidate for the Deputy Secretary?"

Wu Qiangwei's eyes flickered slightly, "Yes."

Qu Xiangru asked, "What about the mayor, any recommendations?"

Wu Qiangwei shook her head, "Secretary Qu, you decide."

She has already secured a nomination spot for a Deputy Secretary, which was sufficient for her.

Can't take all the benefits for herself alone.

Qu Xiangru grunted in acknowledgment.

After she left, Qu Xiangru took out the phone and dialed Song Guanchao's number.

Song Guanchao was driving, saw the incoming call, and immediately answered.

"Secretary Qu, you were looking for me?"

"Are you driving?" She heard the whooshing sound of the wind.

"Yes."

"Let's talk when you're not busy."

"It's no trouble... beep beep."

Song Guanchao felt helpless but quickly realized that Qu Xiangru was concerned about him.

If he got into an accident while answering the phone, she'd end up being a widow.

Song Guanchao returned to Lingjiang, it was nearly six o'clock.

He casually found a place to eat a bit, filled his stomach, and then headed to the hotel for tonight's farewell banquet.

When he arrived at the hotel, it was close to seven o'clock.

He quietly approached the outside of the private room, peeking through the door crack inside, spotting all familiar faces.

The standing committee was all there, some key leaders of the City Committee and Municipal Government were also present.

The level of this farewell banquet was quite high.

He also took a few more glances at the table; there were drinks and liquor being served, and they were drinking white liquor.

Currently, in Lingjiang, for the most part, it was under the control of Qu Xiangru and Wu Qiangwei.

In the officialdom, the two secretaries lead everything, centralizing power into their hands.

Outside the officialdom, the death of Luo Sanming had been a deterrent to a group of unruly people.

In places where the sunlight doesn't reach, there are certainly still fish that escaped the net like Luo Sanming.

But they dared not act rashly anymore.

Thus, tonight's farewell banquet indeed had no possibility of issues arising, the main reason for Song Guanchao's visit was to guard against that one-in-ten-thousand chance.

After all, such matters can't be gambled upon, losing the gamble would not even leave the opportunity for regret.

After leaving the hotel, Song Guanchao sat in the car quietly waiting.

Around past eight in the evening, the group of leaders wrapped up and left.

At the hotel entrance, there were the usual farewells, designated drivers came by, and they gradually left.

Song Guanchao saw Chu Xiao'e, saw Xu Xin, saw Qu Xiangru and Wu Qiangwei.

He didn't show up, watched the women leave by car one by one, then took out his phone and called Qu Xiangru.

Qu Xiangru was the last to leave, just opened the car door, saw the incoming call, then closed the car door again, and stood in the night wind with the phone to her ear.

"Finished..."

"Walk forward." Song Guanchao said.

Qu Xiangru was taken aback, looked up directly at the parking lot ahead.

Her gaze seemed to be drawn towards Song Guanchao's car, making eye contact through the glass.

She put down the phone, asked the driver to go back first, and walked towards Song Guanchao.

She hadn't drunk much at tonight's banquet, her steps were still steady; under the grey lady's cloak, her supermodel-like legs moved gracefully, exuding an elegant aura.

Upon seeing Song Guanchao's car, she inexplicably felt much relaxed, opened the car door and sat down, asked, "Why did you come back?"

"Heard there was a banquet tonight, just came to keep an eye."

This reason puzzled Qu Xiangru for a moment.

"Wu Qiangwei is headed to the Provincial City, did you know that?"

"I heard."

"Once she's gone there, I'll have to return as well."

"So when I come back after training, the city will have no one to rely on?"

"Do you still need someone to rely on?"

Qu Xiangru chuckled, suddenly asked, "Any recommendations for Mayor?"

"Mayor?" Song Guanchao did not quite understand her meaning.

"I've talked to her, planning to have Zheng Bihui as the City Secretary."

Song Guanchao, besides being suddenly enlightened, was also surprised.

Never had he expected that Zheng Bihui, this old fellow, after enduring for so long, finally made it through.

He wasn't foolish, knew why the two women were promoting Zheng Bihui.

What surprised him was that regarding the choice of Mayor, she would seek his opinion.

Without much thought, Song Guanchao directly said, "Liang Hao."

"Her person, or yours?"

"My person."

"Send me back then."

Soon, the car drove into the City Committee compound.

When Qu Xiangru got out of the car, she noticed that Song Guanchao had also followed.

Facing her gaze, Song Guanchao gave a broad smile: "Not inviting me in for a cup of tea?"

Qu Xiangru chuckled, didn't respond.

Seeing that she neither agreed nor refused, Song Guanchao closely followed behind her.

Once the door was opened, he followed straight in.

...

In the car, while being driven through Lingjiang at night, Wu Qiangwei was lost in thought, her mind wandering without knowing what she was thinking about.

Wu Ming suddenly said, "Sis, Song Guanchao is back."

"Hmm?" Wu Qiangwei pulled back her gaze, slowly looked at him, "Back where?"

"Lingjiang."

"How do you know?"

"Uncle Hong said so."

"Why did he come back?"

"I don't know," Wu Ming replied. "Anyway, as soon as he returned, he stayed in the parking lot... oh, the hotel's parking lot where you had dinner. Uncle Hong guessed he might be worried someone would drug you during the banquet, so he came back to keep an eye."

This sudden news stirred complex emotions in Wu Qiangwei, she hadn't expected that Song Guanchao would sneak back.

"Sis, how far have you two gone now?" Wu Ming asked nosily.

"Just drive."

"Drive, drive."

Wu Ming pouted, suddenly noticed his sister taking out her phone.

Definitely about to message Song Guanchao.

Wu Qiangwei indeed was attempting to message him but after hesitating for a while, typing and deleting, deleting and typing, she didn't know how to start.

After much deliberation, she finally sent, "Are you busy?"

Song Guanchao didn't see it.

He was currently entangled with Qu Xiangru on the couch.

No matter how aloof this woman seemed in public, once he held her and got intimate, she offered no resistance.

As her body's desires were aroused, her soft moans left Song Guanchao unable to handle it.

When Song Guanchao reached his climax, her waist arched up, tightly wrapping her arms around his neck, breathing heavily, "Faster, a little faster!"

This request was as potent as an aphrodisiac, Song Guanchao's mind exploded, one hand on her hips, the other grasping her waist, he began to thrust vigorously like a pile driver, Qu Xiangru's moans were incessant.

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