Chapter 1863

Chapter 1863: Chapter 1863

In the bedroom, the ceiling lamp cast a soft warm light. Wu Yun lay in Song Guanchao’s strong arms, her rosy lips slightly parted, and her breathing a bit rapid.

There were still traces of a blush on her cheeks after intense activity.

Her snow-white clavicle was exposed outside the duvet, with beads of sweat still on her skin.

This more-than-half-hour process was the culmination of Wu Yun’s three years of anticipation.

The process was wonderful, a joy she had never experienced before.

The union was like water blending with milk; at a certain moment, she felt a sense of merging with Song Guanchao, becoming indistinguishable.

There were even traces of scratches on Song Guanchao’s back from her.

After resting for a while, Wu Yun squirmed in the nest of blankets, climbed onto him, and said in a shy yet bold tone, "I want more!"

...

The next morning, Song Guanchao went to work as usual. Wu Yun didn’t have as much energy as he did; her entire body was sore, as if she had lain still for a long time and suddenly engaged in intense activity.

So she took a day off, planning to rest well at Song Guanchao’s home.

Approaching lunchtime, Song Guanchao greeted Zhou Xingjian, telling him to wait for him directly at the restaurant.

He packed up the meal and returned home ahead of time.

He opened the door to see Wu Yun wearing his pajamas, leaning on the sofa, her long legs propped on the coffee table, engrossed in watching cartoons on the TV.

"You can walk now?" Song Guanchao came over and placed the meal on the coffee table.

Wu Yun blushed for two seconds, looking at the food to change the topic, "You still have time to bring me food?"

"Even if I don’t have time, I must make some. Come, eat." Song Guanchao handed her the chopsticks.

Wu Yun took them and, seeing his confusion, asked curiously, "You’re not eating?"

"I have a luncheon later and need to go."

Song Guanchao sat down and patted her head.

Wu Yun was different from other women; they had known each other for too long, since he entered the system, almost as long as with Liang Jiajia.

Because they had known each other for so long, Song Guanchao felt even more conflicted.

"Will you come back for dinner tonight?" Wu Yun was starving, head down, eating rice without noticing his expression.

"I should be back, I’ll let you know in advance."

"Mm-hmm, then you can go ahead... wait a moment."

Wu Yun suddenly called to him again, swallowed the rice in her mouth, raised her face, and coquettishly said, "Kiss me."

Song Guanchao smiled indulgently and planted a kiss on her lips, making her show a smile of satisfaction.

...

Restaurant, private room.

When Song Guanchao came over, besides Zhou Xingjian, there was a man and a woman. The man was Hu Yong, and the woman, around forty years old, still had grace, exuding a ripe peach-like allure, very charismatic and imposing.

"Chairman Yang, this is Director Song."

Hu Yong stood up to introduce, "Director Song, this is our headquarters’ Deputy Chairman Yang Qin."

"I heard Director Song is young. Didn’t expect such youth." Yang Qin smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth showed beauty and elegance.

Over 40 years of age, for her, was definitely a plus.

This woman was thoroughly alluring, with an irresistible charm over young men.

Song Guanchao remained composed, shook hands with her, exchanged pleasantries, and then sat down.

Hu Yong called the waiter to serve the dishes, and asked, "Director Song, want some drinks?"

Song Guanchao waved his hand, "Scheduled to visit two companies in the afternoon for research, drinking would impede the work, maybe next time."

Hu Yong pondered, how come a mere director was always involved in research?

What tasks had Mayor Wu assigned him?

After the dishes were served and the waiter had left the room, Hu Yong opened the conversation using tea instead of wine.

Yang Qin was there to resolve issues and without much detour, candidly said, "Chairman Hu discussed the situation with me last night. This matter, I apologize, I sincerely say sorry to Director Song."

Yang Qin stood up, bowed to him, and her attitude was unimpeachable.

She was straightforward, and Song Guanchao reciprocated, "Did Chairman Hu convey my words?"

"He did." Yang Qin slowly sat down, wearing a form-fitting skirt demanding on her figure.

Her voluptuous figure perfectly handled the tight skirt.

Her hips were not wide, quite the contrary, her waist was pliant, yet her behind was like a full moon, giving an exaggerated proportion which easily captured attention.

Yang Qin smoothed the creases on her abdomen, saying, "The issue of adding a production line, the headquarters has discussed it, and due to some practical reasons, it’s not been advanced. The company executives have always considered paying a visit to Jiangzhou City government leaders if time allows, for an in-depth discussion about this."

"Unexpectedly, this issue emerged, leaving a bad impression with Director Song."

"Since we’re meeting today, I’ll also state our requirements. If there’s anything improper, Director Song can offer feedback."

The composed aura with which Yang Qin spoke made Song Guanchao nod secretly. No wonder she was a deputy chairwoman; ordinary women couldn’t compare, nor could ordinary men.

To manage a company, one needs some skills; otherwise, one cannot command respect.

"Please go ahead, Chairman Yang."

"Rice Industries’ presence in Jiangzhou City isn’t up to standard. Establishing a production line isn’t unprofitable, but commercially speaking, if the ROI doesn’t meet expectations, it’s unsupportable internally. In business, individual intentions don’t change outcomes, I hope Director Song understands."

"However, I can promise Director Song that our next focus will be enlarging Jiangzhou’s market, striving to reach target sales within three years, and adding production lines."

Song Guanchao chuckled; this woman was astute.

Her underlying message was simply telling him that even if he got Hu Yong arrested and blew things out of proportion, with internal disagreement at the group, it still wouldn’t happen to add the production line.

Yet, she wouldn’t seal off hope, leaving a glimmering chance, creating a "there’s still possibility" illusion.

This rhetoric might sway a three-year-old but not Song Guanchao.

Once she finished, Song Guanchao said, "I understand, Rice Industries doesn’t want to add a production line. In that case, let’s proceed with the legal process."

Yang Qin frowned slightly, not expecting Song Guanchao to be so earnest.

"Director Song, in business, I hope you understand. Moreover, if the city government can provide some support policies, I think it won’t take three years; perhaps within a year, there’s hope for adding the production line."

Song Guanchao was unmoved, "My requirement is simple, immediately add a production line, or sell the branch office. Or we proceed legally."

"Chairman Hu is the branch office manager, his actions already constitute malicious competition, even poisoning. Once legal proceedings begin, the city government will hire the best lawyers. Oh, by the way, I have acquaintances in the Ministry of Propaganda. I believe the Ministry of Propaganda would enjoy such news."

"Additionally, the day after tomorrow is 315. If your company intends to add a production line, it needs confirmation before 315. Otherwise, I’ll have relevant information sent to the anti-fraud gala. Such a huge traffic event, I believe would significantly impact your company."

Song Guanchao smiled warmly at her, "Whether to add a production line or proceed legally, Chairman Yang, consider."