The car drives into the residential area where Zhou Qian lives.

As they enter the elevator, Wu Yun suddenly asks, "Have you slept with her?"

This unexpected question causes Song Guanchao's brain to pause for two seconds, issuing an "Ah?" inquiring sound.

Wu Yun tilts her head and stares at him, "Have you slept with Qianqian?"

Damn!

Song Guanchao is instantly shocked.

Why are women getting more and more sensitive?

In just one or two seconds, thousands of thoughts and doubts flash through Song Guanchao's mind.

He's certain and absolutely confident that he hasn't done anything inappropriate with Zhou Qian in front of Wu Yun.

Not even eye contact.

But why would she suddenly ask this question?

Where did he expose himself?

"What are you talking about?"

His tone carries three parts confusion, three parts bewilderment, three parts anger, and one part perfectly placed self-doubt.

His stiff expression gets more doubtful, making himself seem thrown off by the ridiculous question.

If acting skills could be quantified, he feels his performance right now is top-notch.

Even a film emperor wouldn't react as quickly as him in such a situation.

Wu Yun stares at him for several seconds, then says, "You drove straight here, which means you've been to her house before. And you remember which building and floor she lives on, you've definitely been here more than once."

"..." Song Guanchao's expression almost collapses.

"How many times have you been here?"

Song Guanchao nods in acknowledgment, "I invited her to dinner before, sent her home first, then sent Director Xu home. A few other times afterwards..."

He details the few times he's been to Zhou Qian's place.

However, Wu Yun's eyes become increasingly complex as she looks at him, "There is definitely something between you two."

"???" Song Guanchao is confused; I've explained it, where's the problem?

Wu Yun sighs gently, "Normal people can't remember each time so clearly, unless each visit leads to something memorable happening."

"..." Song Guanchao nearly kneels before her.

He realizes that even the most oblivious women, when it comes to matters of love, can instantly become Sherlock Holmes.

No matter how small the details, they can't escape their sixth sense.

Song Guanchao admits defeat, almost confessing directly.

Fortunately, he's thick-skinned, and simply looks at her speechlessly, "You're seeking answers with a preconceived notion; no matter how I explain, it's useless."

Wu Yun gives a soft hum, saying, "Qianqian likes you."

Song Guanchao responds cheekily, "Can't help it, being too excellent as a man comes with its own troubles. It's always been a source of annoyance for me."

Wu Yun finds herself slightly at a loss due to his shameless reply.

"Narcissist."

The elevator arrives, and Wu Yun flicks her ponytail and steps out.

Wu Yun has the password to Zhou Qian's house and opens the door to go in directly.

From subtle cues, Song Guanchao infers that the relationship between the two women is very good.

"Qianqian."

"I'm cooking, you two sit on the couch for a while. There's fruit and snacks."

Zhou Qian's voice comes from the kitchen. As a presenter and an outdoor reporter, Zhou Qian has a standard broadcasting voice, and she's done some voice acting.

Her imitation of other voices is quite vivid.

Somehow, a thought pops into Song Guanchao's mind.

If during that intimate moment, she could switch between mature and youthful voices, wouldn't that be quite stimulating?

But he worries that if he suggests such a thing, she might think he's perverted.

After changing shoes, Song Guanchao glances towards the kitchen.

Zhou Qian, in an apron, wears a bunny-ear hairband pinning her hair, exposing a clean forehead.

With fragrant aromas wafting from the pot, her actions are surprisingly skilled; she's indeed a little cooking expert.

Wu Yun runs over to help, leaving Song Guanchao alone on the couch idly eating sunflower seeds.

Dish after dish gets placed on the table, Wu Yun says, "Go wash your hands, it's time to eat."

After washing up, Zhou Qian removes her apron, with her pure white knit shirt making her appear gentle, a hairband acting like a boundary marking her unadorned face as exceptionally clean and pure.

Her tender, soft skin exudes the unique collagen of youth, full of endless vitality.

"Brother Song, try my cooking."

Zhou Qian hands him chopsticks, filled with anticipation.

Song Guanchao takes a piece of rib, gives a thumbs up, "If you switched careers to open a restaurant, you'd absolutely be a little tycoon."

Wu Yun purses her lips, "You can't even compliment right, the ribs were made by me."

"..." Song Guanchao gives an awkward smile, then picks an eggplant, "The eggplant's delicious, who made this?"

"Qianqian did."

"You both are skilled cooks; you should team up and open a restaurant."

Wu Yun replies, "Sure, I'll be the boss lady with Qianqian, and you'll be the boss."

The statement is quite ambiguous, Zhou Qian tugs Wu Yun's arm, her eyes filled with protest.

Song Guanchao says, "One boss and two boss ladies, I'm afraid I can't handle it."

Wu Yun says, "Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays are mine; Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays are Qianqian's. Just worrying that you can't handle it."

Seeing the topic getting further and more daring, Zhou Qian quickly interrupts, "Brother Song, would you like some wine?"

Wu Yun says, "Surely, lets drink, getting tipsy makes things more fun."

Zhou Qian gently scolds, "What are you talking about?"

Song Guanchao is also a bit speechless; this girl is being quite blunt tonight, saying whatever comes to mind.

Zhou Qian goes to get a bottle of red wine and pours it for the three of them.

Song Guanchao focuses on eating, showering compliments relentlessly, making Zhou Qian quite embarrassed.

While Wu Yun appears focused on eating, she's observing the two of them all along.

Song Guanchao seems very natural, but Zhou Qian's eyes, filled with affection, repeatedly seek to meet Song Guanchao whenever there's a chance.

The way she looks at him, intense enough to be tangible.

It's clear to Wu Yun that Zhou Qian likes him.

But what Song Guanchao feels towards her, whether anything has happened between them, Wu Yun still can't ascertain.

Wu Yun's eyes sparkle, and suddenly she gets an idea.

She bites into the braised pork, her cheeks bulging, and seemingly casually asks, "By the way, how did you get so much evidence against Ding Lingyan?"

Song Guanchao, not giving it much thought, answers without lifting his head, "Secretary Zhang gave it to me."

Zhang Xiaoxian knows the issue is on him this time, and acknowledges that Wu Qiangwei definitely aims to bring down Ding Lingyan, so he proactively hands the evidence to Song Guanchao as a gesture to Wu Qiangwei.

"Oh." Wu Yun doesn't pursue it further.

She's not curious about who provided the evidence, only using it to gauge the relationship between Song Guanchao and Zhou Qian.

Now, she has a rough idea.

The two might not have slept together, but they're just a paper-thin barrier away.

Her inquiry just now was very personal.

Since it involved a deputy director undergoing investigation.

If word spreads due to loose lips, this could impact Song Guanchao.

Yet Song Guanchao, without hesitation, answers the personal question directly in Zhou Qian's presence.

This shows how much he trusts Zhou Qian.

Her standing in his heart is very high.

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