Official Career Storm

Chapter 1832

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At ten-thirty, Song Guanchao returned to his room.

He leaned on the headboard, tapping on the screen, responding to New Year texts one by one.

After finishing, he glanced at the time.

If Wei Li has sold him out, something might happen to him tonight.

The thought had just crossed his mind when the sound of knocking echoed.

Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow, slipped on his slippers and walked to the door. Through the peephole, he saw a tall, long-haired woman standing outside.

Another attempt at seduction; truly unoriginal.

Song Guanchao curled his lips, pulled out his phone and hid it behind the curtains, then went to open the door.

"Anything you need?" Song Guanchao looked at the woman.

Managing to find such a beauty in just a few hours, not an easy feat.

Especially during the New Year.

The woman appeared to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight, about 1.7 meters tall, with a pair of shapely legs exposed beneath a black wool coat, her calves wrapped in sexy black stockings.

The faint scent of perfume wasn’t overpowering, refreshing and delightful.

Her bold and bright features were subtly accented with rouge, far prettier than those flashy influencers online.

"Hello, may I stay in here for a while?" The woman pointed to the room next door, whispering, "My husband is in the room next door with a woman, I, I..."

"Are you here to catch them in the act?"

"Yes." The woman lowered her head, embarrassed.

Song Guanchao almost laughed, what a fresh excuse.

He initially wanted to shut the door in her face.

Then he thought, even if he didn’t open the door, if they really wanted to deal with him, they’d find a way.

After all, this was their territory.

Often, whether or not you committed a crime doesn’t depend on you.

"Come in then."

Song Guanchao turned around and went back inside.

"Thank you."

The woman whispered her thanks and quickly followed him.

Once inside, the woman sat on the edge of the bed, her sultry eyes casting flirtatious glances at Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao sat down boldly on a chair, asking, "Aren’t you here to catch them? Why are you looking at me?"

The woman bit her lip. She was already pretty, opting for a seductive approach, an act most men couldn’t resist.

"When my husband went out tonight, he said he was going to play Mahjong, but I know he’s seeing another woman. I followed and saw him enter the hotel with a woman..."

"And then? Why are you telling me this?" Song Guanchao feigned ignorance.

The woman was slightly stunned, not expecting the man in front of her to remain so composed.

Late at night, a heartbroken beauty seeks to confide in you, shouldn’t you offer her warmth with your broad chest?

Song Guanchao’s aloofness made her somewhat insecure.

But since the act had started, it had to be carried out thoroughly.

She stood up, suddenly taking off her coat.

Underneath, she wore a form-fitting turtleneck sweater that accentuated her voluptuous chest and slender waist, paired with her long legs wrapped in black stockings, enough to make any man’s eyes fixate, his nose bleed.

Song Guanchao, however, remained unmoving, his gaze unchanged.

The woman stepped closer, her voice full of resentment, "My husband betrayed me, I want to get back at him too!"

As she spoke, she moved in front of Song Guanchao, wrapping her arms around his neck, slowly placing her toned buttocks on his thigh.

"You’re very handsome, I wouldn’t lose out," she said, attempting to kiss him.

Song Guanchao turned his head to dodge, grasping her shoulders to keep some distance, "I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to remind me. But you’re actually pretty ugly — please keep your distance."

The woman was puzzled, ugly?

Typically, clients were willing to spend over two thousand just to book her, and five thousand for an overnight stay.

Among her co-workers, none matched her body, nor did they exceed her looks.

Her all-around appeal made her the indisputable top performer at the venue!

This man actually claimed she was ugly!

"Am I... really that ugly?" The woman bit her lip, on the verge of tears.

Song Guanchao nodded seriously, "Indeed very ugly; no wonder your husband would cheat."

"..." The woman almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, there was a sudden "beep" from outside, the sound of a room card being used.

The door swung open, and several police officers burst in.

Seeing their positions, the police ordered, "Get down!"

The woman didn’t panic at all; she cast a resentful glance at him, quietly stating, "That’s for calling me ugly!"

She got off him, crouching with her hands on her head, executing the movement with practiced skill, revealing past encounters of similar situations.

Song Guanchao expected this; he remained composed but feigned an angry expression.

He snapped, "Who let you in?"

The leading officer approached with a menacing air, "Get down, don’t you understand?"

Song Guanchao replied, "This is my room, where did you get the room card?"

The police wanted to curse, but remembered the body camera filming them, and restrained himself.

"We got a call reporting someone violating a woman’s wishes, forcing her into non-consensual acts."

After explaining, the officer turned to the crouching woman, "Did you report it?"

"Yes, he tried to rape me," the woman said, eyes filled with terror, accusing Song Guanchao.

The officer smirked, looked at Song Guanchao, and snapped his fingers, "Cuff him!"

Two officers stepped forward; Song Guanchao didn’t resist, cooperating by extending his hands.

After being cuffed, he added, "Call your director."

The officer turned off the body camera, sneering, "It was the director himself who ordered us to arrest you!"

He didn’t know how this young man provoked the director, but given the director’s New Year’s order for arrest, this guy probably won’t stand a chance of getting free.

"Take him away!"

...

The commotion in the room was noticeable, and the adjacent rooms, as well as the one across, housed police officers.

As Song Guanchao was led out, these officers came out upon hearing the noise.

Seeing police exiting his room left them dazed.

And witnessing him handcuffed was even more shocking.

What on earth had happened?

"Stop!"

Wei Li stopped them, approaching, "What are you doing? Why are you arresting him?"

The officer didn’t recognize Wei Li and knew nothing of the setup against Song Guanchao, becoming impatient, "Police conducting an investigation, don’t obstruct our duty!"

Wei Li said, "My name is Wei Li. I’ve been transferred from Beijing for official duties and am acquainted with Officer Yu Yang from your county bureau."

The officer looked skeptical until Wei Li connected the call and passed his phone.

The officer answered, "Hello... Captain Yu, yes, here’s what’s happening..."

A few minutes later, he returned the phone with a smile, "Officer Wei, we’re not being rude. This young man..."

"His name is Song Guanchao!" Liang Jiajia sternly corrected his reference.

The officer said, "Ahem, someone reported a crime, it was this woman; she reported being raped, we responded accordingly."

Upon hearing rape, everyone present was shocked, then their eyes darted to Liang Jiajia, each pondering in their minds.

Some considered, despite having such a stunning girlfriend like Liang Jiajia, how could he have done such a thing?

Others sensed something amiss, suspecting this absurd, unexpected situation linked back to Wei Li.

"Nonsense!" Wei Li angrily cursed, "He wouldn’t do such a thing!"

The officer was annoyed, but refrained from confrontation, "Officer Wei, you’re also a cop. A report was filed, we acted accordingly. Whether he did it or not, we’ll investigate. But for now, we need to take him in, please don’t make things difficult for me."

Wei Li silently fumed for a few seconds, then said, "Let me have a word with him."