novelraw Chapter 171: The Importance of Participation - Little Xue
Chapter 171: The Importance of Participation - Little Xue
Yan Jing Tian Cheng, a flat.
“Bang!” The door was slammed shut.
A man and a woman tightly embraced each other in perfect harmony.
“Hu hu——”
Zhao Yaqian was breathing heavily, wrapping her long legs clad in black stockings around him, her sexy and fiery body incredibly alluring.
Lifting her head, she pressed her delicate nose against his lips and whispered, “I got my period on April 29 last month, so these days are definitely safe.”
“Such a good girl!” Tang Song took a deep breath and pressed the button to close the electric curtains.
The faint rosy glow outside gradually narrowed and disappeared.
The living room was only illuminated by soft ambient lights, and the air seemed to grow hotter.
The 19-year-old beautician greedily felt her boyfriend’s texture, her face full of intoxication and surrender.A rustling sound filled the air.
“Song Ge, I feel like Xiaoxue really likes these stockings. They’re from Balenciaga, and it’d be such a waste to tear them. Why not save it for another day?”
She remembered her boyfriend's reaction the last time; if there were any marks left, she really wouldn't know how to explain it to Xiaoxue.
Tang Song smiled and gently tightened his grip.
“Rip—”
Zhao Yaqian gasped and quickly said, “Song Ge, the shirt and the bodycon skirt both belong to Xiaoxue.”
“Ask her how much this outfit costs later, and just double the compensation to her.”
“Okay, I’ll ask her later.” Zhao Yaqian silently apologized to Xiaoxue. After all, she had promised well when borrowing the clothes, and now she had to go back on her word.
But since she had gained so much today, if she couldn’t satisfy even this little request from her boyfriend, it would be hard to justify.
While shopping over the weekend, she could buy Xiaoxue a luxury gift to make up for it.
As Zhao Yaqian was lost in thought, she suddenly shivered, her gaze becoming dreamy.
…
The sun set like blood at the horizon, gradually sinking below, leaving a trace of twilight hovering in the sky.
The colors of the sky transformed, shifting from orange-red to deep blue, and then to profound black.
Lights began to illuminate various corners of the city, resembling twinkling stars in the night sky.
In Yan Jing Huating, a dimly lit bedroom.
A slender arm hung off the bed, emitting a faint glow, delicate nails making close contact with the wooden floor.
Lin Muxue, still wearing her little dress and high heels, lay on the bed, her eyes red, biting down hard on her lower lip.
The images of him stepping out of the car flashed in her mind.
A white Bentley Continental GT, a handsome young man, and a diamond-studded Patek Philippe.
So that watch was real.
Lin Muxue trembled and sat up from the bed.
She turned on the bedside lamp and looked around, lost in thought for a moment before remembering something.
She walked out of the bedroom, opened her Dior bag, and finally found her phone inside.
There were already dozens of unread messages on WeChat.
As a popular woman with such an outstanding persona, her WeChat naturally had no shortage of pursuers and admirers.
Every day, she received a lot of greetings, weather forecasts, and sentimental messages.
In addition, there were also some messages from colleagues and friends.
Lin Muxue scrolled down for several pages with her fair and slender fingers, finally finding that familiar yet strange name.
The avatar was an anime character, and the nickname was “Tang Song.”
She opened the chat box.
[Tang Song: Let’s be friends.jpg]
[Tang Song: “Good evening, why didn’t I see you at tonight’s negotiation cocktail party?”]
[Lin Muxue: “I was only responsible for checking in, not participating in the later cocktail party.”]
[Tang Song: “OK, got it. You’re an employee of Rongxin Chuangtou, so you should be working on the 19th floor of Yunxi Tower, right?”]
[Lin Muxue: “Yeah, I’m a bit tired. I’ll rest early, good night.”]
…
Lin Muxue grabbed her hair tightly.
She recalled several points mentioned by Zhao Yaqian during lunch.
She met her boyfriend at a hair salon; at that time, he wasn’t impressive, but later she learned he was quite wealthy. Just two days ago, they had a deeper exchange, and he promised to take care of her for life.
I could have that too!
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Lin Muxue’s vision became hazy, and she began to cry uncontrollably.
Regret wrapped around her like a bone-gnawing serpent.
An opportunity she had once dreamed of appeared right before her, yet she watched it slip away, and it was from a boy she had developed feelings for.
After a while, her sobs gradually ceased.
Lin Muxue kicked off her high heels, washed her smudged face, and lay face down on the soft bed.
“Ding-dong——” The WeChat notification sound rang.
But she didn’t have the heart to check.
“Ding-dong——” It rang again.
She lifted her head, her lips still stuck with a few strands of dark hair.
Picking up her phone casually, she took a glance and widened her eyes slightly.
[Isha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: “Xiaoxue, how much did you buy this outfit I’m wearing today for?”]
[Isha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: “Sorry, dear. I accidentally stained the clothes; I’ll compensate you, and you can buy a new one, okay?”]
“Stained?” Several images flashed in Lin Muxue's mind.
After hesitating for a moment, she replied, “It’s okay; I can wash it. After all, I’ve worn it for a while.”
If it were Tang Song, she wouldn’t mind at all.
After a while.
[Isha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: “Well, I’ll compensate you. My boyfriend accidentally damaged it. Dear, could you calculate the cost of the shirt + bodycon skirt + stockings? How much is it in total?”]
Damaged?
Lin Muxue was taken aback, feeling a pang of distress.
Although she had many clothes, there were only a few genuine luxury items.
To please Zhao Yaqian, she had taken out her best ones.
Immediately, several violent images flashed through her mind.
Torn stockings, lifted bodycon skirt, open shirt.
Thinking that it was her own clothing, she couldn’t help but shiver, her body warming slightly.
What’s with this inexplicable sense of participation?
But if that’s the case, the clothes were indeed ruined.
Biting her lip, she replied, “I bought it two months ago, so let’s count it as second-hand, around 6,000 yuan.”
After sending the message, her gaze flickered, and she changed the WeChat note to “Qianqian.”
After a moment, “Buzz buzz——”
[Qianqian: “Transfer: 20,000.00 yuan, please accept”]
[Qianqian: “I remember you said this set from Prada costs over 10,000, plus the Balenciaga stockings, let’s say it’s 20,000, sorry Xiaoxue.”]
Looking at the glaring four zeros after the 2, Lin Muxue pursed her lips, feeling both joy and jealousy.
Her outfit cost only around 12,000 or 13,000 in total.
This beautician had a pained expression during lunch when treating her to Western food, but now she transferred 20,000 yuan without hesitation.
It was indeed different!
This was the canary with an annual salary of ten million!
She felt so envious that her teeth nearly ached.
Clicking to accept the payment, she looked at the balance of 38,000 yuan in WeChat, tears welled up in her eyes again.
It was barely enough for a day.
Wiping her tears, Lin Muxue hesitated for a moment and sent a voice call invitation.
The money was accepted, but to maintain their sisterly relationship, she needed to be polite.
After a while of waiting for the call to connect, just as she was about to hang up, it finally connected.
On the other end came Zhao Yaqian’s dry, hoarse voice: “Hey, Xiaoxue.”
Lin Muxue was startled, feeling nervous: “Qianqian, are you okay?”
Based on her understanding, normal intimate times shouldn’t last too long.
For a lively young girl like Qianqian to be like this, could they have been playing some game!?
This ten million annual salary was hard to earn!
On the phone, Zhao Yaqian took a sip of water and weakly said, “I’m fine. Sorry Xiaoxue for ruining your clothes.”
Lin Muxue replied softly, “It’s okay; actually, this outfit doesn’t cost that much. You can keep the extra money; I’ll buy you a Dior bracelet later.”
Being emotionally intelligent, she knew how to quickly strengthen her relationship with Zhao Yaqian.
Mutual favors would naturally deepen their bond.
“Thank you, Xiaoxue. Let’s go shopping together this weekend, and I’ll also get you a gift.” Zhao Yaqian said happily.
The two chatted for a few more minutes and agreed on the time and place.
“Well, that’s it. I won’t disturb your rest.”
“Bye, Xiaoxue.”
Lin Muxue gently said “bye,” and just as she was about to hang up, she heard Zhao Yaqian’s exclamation on the line.
Then came a series of chaotic and bizarre sounds.
“This…” Lin Muxue was dumbfounded, originally wanting to hang up the voice call but couldn’t resist hitting the speaker button.
Lin Muxue might really be sick.
Lying on the bed, she tossed and turned, her face flushed.
This sadness was unwarranted.
Tears soaked the two pillows at the head of the bed.
One was hers, and the other was also hers.