At eight in the evening, Song Guanchao stood by the bed, fastening each button.

On the messy bed nearby, two snow-white bodies were curled up, their hair disheveled, and no part of their bodies was intact.

Especially the upturned buttocks, the palm prints clearly visible.

After fastening the last button, Song Guanchao glanced at the two women and then left the room.

After he left, Tan Xiang slowly sat up from the bed.

Looking at the clothes scattered all over the place, the events of the past few hours left her with an indescribable complex emotion.

Physically, she received immense satisfaction.

No matter how unwilling she was in her heart, during the process, she even actively asked Song Guanchao to go faster, faster.

But now that she calmed down, she felt extremely humiliated, not understanding why she had reacted like that.

Shen Qing also sat up, sighed, and grabbed her clothes, putting them on.

...

Song Guanchao sat in the taxi, took out his phone, and saw several missed calls.

From Wu Qiangwei, Qu Xiangru, and also Liang Jiajia, Chen Yirou, and Jiang Yiren.

It seems they must have heard about his car accident in the afternoon.

He first returned a call to Qu Xiangru.

As soon as the call connected, Qu Xiangru's somewhat concerned voice came through.

"Why didn't you pick up my call? Where are you now?"

"Uh… handling some things, my phone was on silent, didn't see it."

"Handling things? Ha, I think you're messing around with women, right?"

Song Guanchao gave a light "huh", detecting a trace of jealousy in the voice.

Hey, pretends quite well usually, but when he really gets into trouble, she's more anxious than anyone.

"Not really."

"Humph!" Qu Xiangru didn't press further; she didn't really care about these things.

"I heard you were in a car accident?"

"Yeah, hit by a big truck."

"How could you be so careless?"

From her words, Song Guanchao knew she wasn't aware of the specifics of the accident.

Apparently, Liang Jianfeng hadn't detailed anything.

Well, without proof of the undercover identity, and Liang Jianfeng didn't know who the undercover is, it couldn't be randomly said.

"It was an unexpected disaster, waiting for the green light, and the tanker just hit over. If I hadn't reacted quickly, you'd be seeing me at the funeral home now."

"Was it serious?"

"Luckily, I wasn't badly hurt, but the car is certainly totaled and can't be driven anymore."

Song Guanchao exaggerated: "I bought that car less than a year ago, over a hundred thousand!"

"As long as you're okay."

After chatting for a while, Song Guanchao made a call to Wu Qiangwei.

She knew a bit more and was more concerned about Song Guanchao.

She was worried the undercover would continue targeting him.

Song Guanchao wanted to say he had already negotiated with the undercover, but couldn't say it.

By the time the car reached the party school, he had finished his call.

Just as he entered the dormitory corridor, he heard the sound of a door opening and saw Chen Yirou standing at the door, looking at him with concern.

She walked over and touched the bandage on his forehead.

"Are you okay…"

As soon as she spoke, she sniffed and said with a strange expression: "Even like this, you still have the mind to play with women?"

"…" Song Guanchao was speechless: "Are you a dog?"

Chen Yirou was even more speechless: "The scent is so strong I can't pretend not to smell it. You're something else, a car accident in the afternoon and with a woman at night. Can your body handle it?"

Song Guanchao raised his eyebrows, opened the door, and said: "Come in, see if I can handle it."

"Pah!"

Chen Yirou nervously looked around and hurried over, giving him a light pinch: "You're crazy, this is the party school, watch your words!"

Song Guanchao closed the door and embraced her without a word, taking her inside.

Chen Yirou, held and kissed, softened in seconds.

When the two were face to face, as Song Guanchao prepared to delve deeper, Chen Yirou pushed him away: "Take a shower!"

She didn't care how many women Song Guanchao had outside; she never intended to have a relationship with him.

But still, as he just finished with another woman and came back, marks from that woman must remain on his body.

In this aspect, she cared.

"Let's shower together, I'll just wipe your back."

Chen Yirou cursed him as a rogue and was dragged into the bathroom.

The sound of running water mixed with panting and the collision of bodies echoed in the bathroom continuously.

Soon, they emerged from the bathroom and returned to the bed for another round.

Chen Yirou lay on the bed, feeling the warmth of the man beside her, basking in the post-passion warmth.

After lying in bed for over half an hour, she was ready to leave when Song Guanchao held her arm, looking at her with a mischievous smile.

Seeing his reaction below, Chen Yirou blushed, teasing: "Are you an animal!"

Chen Yirou didn't return to her room until eleven at night.

As soon as her head touched the pillow, she fell into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Bandaged head, Song Guanchao arrived at the cafeteria, and people curiously looked at him.

During the morning training, Wen Ru sent a message: "Is it resolved?"

"Resolved."

But Song Guanchao knew, given Tan Xiang's character, she wouldn't easily let it go.

Song Guanchao wasn't afraid she'd play tricks; unless she was willing to give up her current life, no matter how angry she was inside, she could only endure.

They were like grasshoppers tied on a string now.

Song Guanchao leaned back in his chair, watching the old professor on stage, thoughts of Tan Xiang and Wen Ru flashed in his mind.

He realized the differences between these two women were indeed striking.

Wen Ru was also an undercover agent, and placed by the crime syndicate within the police force.

But all Wen Ru's responses after her undercover identity was discovered by Song Guanchao were textbook perfect.

Her first attempt nearly got Song Guanchao caught.

Yet, when she realized she couldn't completely resolve Song Guanchao, she shifted her strategy.

Facts proved, her strategy was very successful.

In contrast, Tan Xiang seemed less willing to let go of her stance.

"Brother Song, the Standing Committee meeting has ended!"

Unexpectedly, Liang Hao sent a message.

Though it was just text, Song Guanchao sensed Liang Hao's joy and excitement.

"Congratulations, when are you having the celebration banquet?"

"It depends on your schedule. Let me know when you're free."

"I'm free these days."

"What about this weekend then?"

"Alright, I'll head back Friday."

Liang Hao's mayor position was pretty much decided, but he wasn't complacent, and interactions with Song Guanchao remained as they were before.

Song Guanchao always knew he was smart and tactful.

This occasion further confirmed he hadn't misjudged him.

Time passed swiftly, and the bandage on Song Guanchao's head was also removed.

In the blink of an eye, Friday arrived.

During lunch at the cafeteria, he sent a message to Wu Qiangwei: "Liang Hao's hosting a banquet tomorrow. I'm heading back to Lingjiang tonight. Will you attend tomorrow?"

"I won't go; send him my congratulations."

"Really busy lately?"

"Yes, lots going on."

Song Guanchao chatted with her more casually now, without even the mayor title, more like personal friends.

After concluding the afternoon training session, Song Guanchao took a cab to the high-speed rail station.

His car was totaled, and the insurance company compensation had come through, but he hadn't had time to buy a car.

He planned to use the weekend to have Wu Yun accompany him to her friend's place to buy another second-hand car.

On the high-speed rail to Lingjiang, he suddenly received a very surprising call.

It was from Si Qingqing!

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