She knew Song Guanchao was secretly watching her.

This suspicion was confirmed the moment she saw his car in the parking lot after dinner.

Back in the office, Wu Qiangwei's phone rang again.

She glanced at it; it was from Song Guanchao.

She slightly curled her lips and intentionally waited a moment before picking up.

"What's the matter?"

"Are you in the office?"

"Yes."

"I'm in the parking lot."

"Do you need anything?"

Since he was no longer her secretary, he no longer addressed her as "Mayor, Mayor" all the time.

The way he spoke was more casual.

"Yes."

"Then come up and talk."

"Okay."

Within two minutes after ending the call, Secretary Shu Xue knocked: "Mayor, District Chief Song is here."

"Please let him in."

Song Guanchao walked into the office, Shu Xue poured tea and gently closed the door.

Wu Qiangwei noticed that he was carrying something.

"Milk tea." He handed the milk tea over.

Wu Qiangwei took it and asked, "What did you want to tell me?"

Song Guanchao said seriously: "I've looked into Fan Jie."

Wu Qiangwei froze for a moment, obviously not expecting that he came to talk about this.

Song Guanchao didn't want to either, but he was worried about Wu Qiangwei being deceived.

After much consideration, the simplest way was to directly tell her to be careful.

"And then?"

"This person, he has quite a few blemishes."

Song Guanchao relayed exactly what Wu Ming had told him.

He knew Wu Qiangwei had already heard it once, but he still had to say it.

After he finished speaking, Wu Qiangwei asked, "Why tell me this?"

"..." What else, I'm afraid you'll be deceived.

He couldn't be sure what Wu Qiangwei was thinking, carefully choosing his words, and asked, "Is he pursuing you?"

"Maybe."

"..."

Song Guanchao felt a toothache.

What does maybe mean?

Is it so hard to tell whether it is or isn't?

"Did you have lunch with him today?"

"Are you stalking me?"

"No, just happened to run into each other while driving."

"Yes, I did."

"He's up to no good!"

"Then what should I do?"

"Reject him!" Song Guanchao blurted out without thinking.

"But I'm not good at rejecting people."

Suddenly, Wu Qiangwei pulled out a music festival ticket from her pocket: "He asked me to go to the music festival."

Song Guanchao glanced at the ticket and said, "I have an idea!"

"What idea?"

"I'll go to the music festival with you."

"And then?"

"You'll know then."

Song Guanchao took out his phone, snapped a picture of the ticket, and stood up: "I'll be off then."

He didn't say much, fearing Wu Qiangwei might suddenly change her mind, turned, and left.

After he left, Wu Qiangwei's smile could no longer be restrained.

He was anxious.

It was the first time she saw Song Guanchao so nervous, so hurried.

That concern was really obvious.

Smiling, she thought of Qu Xiangru.

"Oh."

With a sigh, Wu Qiangwei felt a bit melancholic inside.

These days, she's actually come to some realizations.

In the political world, one cannot always act freely.

She didn't know or care about the specific dynamics between Song Guanchao and Qu Xiangru.

She only knew that such situations were unavoidable.

This type of man attracts too many women; even without Qu Xiangru, there would be other women.

Perhaps there already are other women; she just doesn't know.

She had mentally prepared for this long before and didn't particularly mind.

It's just that the matter was suddenly laid out before her, forcing her to know.

If she didn't know, she probably wouldn't think much about it.

Wu Qiangwei wandered in her thoughts for a while, shaking off the chaotic ideas.

She grabbed the milk tea, took a gentle sip, and it was really sweet.

...

When Song Guanchao returned home, he immediately looked into the music festival and bought a ticket.

Having clarified things with Wu Qiangwei today, from her reaction, it seemed she wasn't particularly interested in Fan Jie.

Perhaps due to past regrets, and the somewhat perfect impression Fan Jie left during college, she didn't refuse his invitation.

Everyone has a "white moonlight" in their heart which, over time, becomes increasingly perfect in memory.

And the allure of that "white moonlight" is unmatched, even by the person themselves.

But Song Guanchao was confident.

Time passed day by day.

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday.

The music festival was today.

After finishing training, Song Guanchao quickly returned to his dorm to change clothes.

Besides formal attire for training, he only had jeans and a short sleeve T-shirt.

Such clothes aren't fit for grand occasions.

But at a music festival, one doesn't need to dress so well.

"Knock knock."

Song Guanchao opened the door, and Cheng Xiang asked, "Old Song, are you free tonight?"

"No time."

"Huh? You're going out again?"

"Yes, you guys go ahead and have fun."

"Alright then."

With a look of regret, Cheng Xiang closed the door.

He knocked on Chen Yirou's door; before he could speak, she asked, "What did Old Song say?"

"He's busy and can't make it."

"Then forget it, we'll go ourselves. You go check if Yiren is ready; if so, let's head out. It's Friday, Children's Day, and the music festival will be crowded. We need to go early."

The music festival held at Old Mountain Forest Park in the Provincial City featured many famous singers and bands, along with numerous internet celebrities.

Once Song Guanchao changed his clothes, he called Wu Qiangwei.

But she was still at City Government.

As Mayor, she's busy with official duties and couldn't just leave whenever she wanted.

"I'll wait for you in the parking lot."

"You go ahead; I'll come after I'm done."

Song Guanchao wanted to plead a little longer, but Wu Qiangwei hung up directly.

He understood that once Wu Qiangwei made a decision, she wouldn't change it.

So he drove toward the music festival.

He set off early, arriving at the park hosting the festival shortly after five o'clock.

Upon arrival, he saw the huge open-air parking lot filled with cars.

Scanning the area, it was teeming with people in a massive crowd.

The food stalls were surrounded by people, with a buzzing sound filling the air like flies.

At a glance, he estimated the festival might have over 200,000 attendees, possibly more.

Such large-scale events can significantly boost a city's economy.

But on the flip side, many departments have to work overtime.

Considering the crowd, there are numerous factors to manage.

Transportation, accommodation, safety, etc.

Song Guanchao went to buy some food to temporarily satisfy his hunger.

Suddenly, his phone rang.

He thought it was Wu Qiangwei but saw it was Wen Ru.

Since their last conversation, he hadn't contacted Wen Ru.

"Political Commissioner Wen, anything up?"

"Accompanying your girlfriend to the music festival?"

Upon hearing this, Song Guanchao looked around and eventually spotted Wen Ru dressed in trousers and a white shirt, standing dozens of meters away.

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