novelraw Chapter 199: 171cm Innocent High School Girl
Chapter 199: 171cm Innocent High School Girl
"You’re really stirring things up, aren’t you?" Zhang Ziqi said, exasperated as she looked at Wen Ruan.
Tang Song’s conditions? Young, handsome, an executive in a major corporation, living in a luxury apartment at Yanjing Tiancheng, and driving a high-end car.
“Anyway, I’m just not in the mood for blind dates right now!” Wen Ruan picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned up the AC.
She shrugged off her sun-protective jacket, revealing a dark blue form-fitting sports tank top. Grabbing a RIO cocktail from the table, she opened the cap with a crisp snap.
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“Glug glug—”
The cold drink slid down her throat, and she sank into the sofa with a satisfied sigh. Being kicked out on a sweltering day like this had left her thoroughly overheated.
Across from her, Zhang Ziqi sat on a stool, her gaze inevitably drawn to Wen Ruan’s voluptuous figure. Her envy was palpable.
“I just don’t get it,” Zhang Ziqi said. “Tang Song matches your criteria perfectly. Why not just go for it? You’ve even said all in or nothing before. With your big chest and curvy figure, I doubt he’d be able to resist.”
Wen Ruan was the most striking woman Zhang Ziqi had ever met in real life. Broad-shouldered, E-cup, with defined abs and a peach-shaped posterior, she had been wildly popular when she worked at Chengyuan Tower. Even back then, suitors flocked to her.Taking another sip of her cocktail, Wen Ruan sighed. “You don’t get it. He’s a little too exceptional.”
“Isn’t that a good thing? If I had a boyfriend like him, I’d laugh myself awake in my dreams!”
“He lives in a luxury apartment worth 15 million yuan, drives a Mercedes S450L that costs 1.5 million, and is not just CTO of Jinxiu Commerce but also runs his own e-commerce fashion company in Yunxi Tower,” Wen Ruan explained.
Zhang Ziqi’s jaw dropped. She’d heard bits about Tang Song from Wen Ruan and Hu Mingli in group chats but had never fully grasped the scale. These numbers were dizzying to an average person like her.
“And here’s the kicker: he’s only 25. Mingli said he used to be kind of introverted, and I’ve seen his photos from before he lost weight.” Wen Ruan paused. “To put it bluntly, he’s like a freshly roasted Tang Monk. There’s no shortage of goblins ready to pounce on him.”
“Glug glug—” Wen Ruan downed more of her drink before smiling bitterly. “But I’m no Sun Wukong. I can’t protect him. Instead of crying like a fool later, I’d rather just give up now.”
Zhang Ziqi suddenly understood. Tang Song’s excellence meant dating him might be feasible, but marriage would be a monumental challenge.
After a brief hesitation, Zhang Ziqi said earnestly, “If I were you, I wouldn’t give up so easily.”
“I’m afraid that if I fail, I won’t be able to handle the heartbreak,” Wen Ruan replied.
“Wen Ruan,” Zhang Ziqi said softly, “would you regret it later?”
Wen Ruan froze, her heart sinking with a wave of sadness. Regret? Most likely, yes.
Zhang Ziqi patted her on the shoulder and mimicked a line from King of Glory: “Be a passionate and impulsive witch, and whisk your handsome boyfriend home!”
Seeing Wen Ruan lost in thought, Zhang Ziqi’s eyes lit up with mischief. She pulled out her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Tang Song with the caption:
"President Tang, your girlfriend’s been kicked out by her parents and is currently freeloading at my place—eating, drinking, and using my stuff. You need to take responsibility!"
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“Ding-dong!”
A WeChat notification popped up.
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[Tang Song: Transferred 10,000. Please accept.]
[Tang Song: Take good care of my girlfriend. Whatever she wants to eat or drink, get it for her.]
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“What the hell!” Zhang Ziqi exclaimed. She finally understood Hu Mingli’s sentiment: Who could possibly resist this kind of man?! Forget a few days—if this were the treatment, she’d quit her job to be Wen Ruan’s full-time nanny!
Wen Ruan looked up, puzzled. “What’s wrong, Ziqi?”
Zhang Ziqi quickly shook her head. “Nothing, nothing. I’m fine. Use my tablet to watch any shows you like. If you need any platform memberships, I’ll get them for you. Oh, and watching dramas without snacks is a no-go. I’ll order some duck neck and nuts for you. Stay here as long as you want until your parents cool down.”
Wen Ruan blinked, her suspicion growing. “You’re acting weird. Since when were you this enthusiastic?”
“Hehe, just looking out for my bestie!” Zhang Ziqi said as she accepted Tang Song’s transfer and typed a reply:
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[Zhang Ziqi: Got it. I’ll buy her a high-end summer quilt and latex pillow. She’ll be well taken care of.]
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“Ding-dong!”
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[Tang Song: Transferred 10,000. Please accept.]
[Tang Song: Thank you for your efforts.]
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Clutching her chest, Zhang Ziqi was overwhelmed with emotion.
What is a good man? This is it!
“Wen Ruan, you’ve hit the jackpot! Forget resisting—just say yes already!”
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[Zhang Ziqi: Jinxiu New City.map]
[Zhang Ziqi: I live in Building 10, Unit 2, Room 302. You’re welcome anytime.]
Evening: 5:00 PM
In a third-floor dormitory room on the west side of the factory building, the living conditions were simple but decent. Each room featured an independent bathroom, a washing machine, and a water heater, with four bunks—beds above and desks below.
For the first two years of her employment, Zhang Jiahong would have free accommodation in the dorms, after which she’d need to pay rent.
After organizing her belongings, the group sat on stools, chatting with Jiahong’s new roommates.
Tang Song took the opportunity to learn more about the company. Founded in 2009, Honglicheng Garment Factory was a medium-sized business occupying a 5,000-square-meter facility and employing around 150 people.
The factory specialized in designing and manufacturing men’s clothing like jackets and windbreakers. It shared the industrial area with several other factories of similar size, all using a common dormitory building. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel(ꜰ)ire.net
While the pay was average, the job came with meals and lodging. The remote location also limited distractions, making it easier for employees to save money—key reasons why Jiahong had chosen this company.
Evening: 6:30 PM
Yihe Hot Pot Restaurant
“To Jiahong’s smooth career ahead—cheers!”
“Cheers!”
“Cheers!”
The clink of glasses echoed as the four raised their drinks, then dove into a hearty meal of lamb rolls dipped in sesame sauce.
After a full day of moving, they were ravenous. The lively chatter in the restaurant set a cheerful mood as they occupied a window-side table, discussing hopes and dreams.
Yao Lingling and Li Shumin occasionally teased Jiahong, wishing her good fortune in her new job. Jiahong’s worries about leaving her friends behind gradually melted away, replaced with a smile that grew brighter by the minute.
During the conversation, Yao Lingling nudged Tang Song. “So, what’s your plan for the future, Senior?”
“Yeah,” Shumin added. “As such an exceptional programmer, are you planning to move to a top-tier city like Beijing or Shanghai?”
Tang Song chuckled. “My goal? The stars and the sea.”
The girls burst into laughter, clapping their hands in amusement.
Lingling raised her glass, her eyes sparkling. “Here’s to Senior Tang Song! May you reach the stars and sail the vast seas!”
Shumin quickly chimed in, “May everything go smoothly for you!”
Jiahong smiled warmly. “May you ride the waves and make the most of your youth!”
Tang Song’s expression softened as he raised his glass in return. “And I wish all of you success in achieving your dreams—becoming top-tier fashion designers.”
He meant it sincerely. As a soon-to-be director of Huashang Apparel, he would indeed have the ability to help them realize their aspirations.
Evening: 8:00 PM
As the group stepped out of the restaurant, the sky had darkened, the streets aglow with city lights.
A short honk drew their attention. A Porsche Cayenne, its hazard lights flashing, idled by the curb.
The driver’s door opened, and a tall, slim man emerged. Dressed in trendy brands, he smiled as he greeted the group. “Hello, good evening!”
“Xiao Mingxuan? What are you doing here?” Lingling asked, surprised.
“I saw Shumin’s post on her Moments and realized you were nearby,” Xiao Mingxuan said casually. “Since my place isn’t far, I figured I’d join. Heard you’re going karaoke later—mind if I tag along?”
“Of course not!” Shumin exclaimed, linking arms with Jiahong. “By the way, this is our good friend and college roommate, Zhang Jiahong. She’s in fashion design too.”
Shumin had invited Xiao Mingxuan not just for fun but also to introduce him to Jiahong. If a suitable position opened up at his company, Jiahong might have a chance at an internal referral.
“Hello, Jiahong,” Mingxuan greeted warmly before his gaze shifted to Tang Song. “And who might this be?”
“This is our senior, Tang Song,” Lingling explained. “He helped us move today.”
Mingxuan raised an eyebrow, extending a hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Mingxuan, Lingling’s colleague.”
“Likewise,” Tang Song replied politely, shaking his hand.
Mingxuan glanced around. “There’s a KTV about two kilometers from here—one of my friends owns it. It’s got great equipment. How about we head there and support his business?”
“Sounds good to me!” Shumin agreed enthusiastically.
Mingxuan gestured to his Porsche. “Hop in. I’ll give you a lift.”
Shumin nudged Jiahong. “Let’s take the Porsche! We’ve never been in one before.”
“Of course,” Mingxuan said with a grin.
Lingling hesitated before quickly adding, “You two go ahead. I’ll ride with Senior Tang Song. It’s dark, and parking might be tricky. I’ll help guide him.”
Mingxuan’s smile froze momentarily but quickly recovered. “Sure thing. I’ll send you the location.”
In the parking lot, Tang Song unlocked his Wuling Hongguang S. Its headlights blinked as it lit up.
“Let’s go!” Shumin urged as she and Jiahong climbed into the Porsche’s backseat.
Standing beside the car, Mingxuan watched as Lingling got into the Wuling’s passenger seat. He chuckled softly, shaking his head before sliding into his own car.
Moments later, the Porsche’s engine roared to life, and the SUV sped off into the night.
Inside the Wuling, Lingling glanced at Tang Song, hesitant to explain her decision, but his calm demeanor made her pause.
“Lingling,” Tang Song called suddenly.
“Yes, Senior?” she answered nervously.
He smiled. “The navigation. I don’t know where the KTV is.”
“Oh, right! My bad.” She quickly pulled out her phone, opened Mingxuan’s message, and started the navigation.
The Wuling smoothly merged into traffic, heading toward the KTV.
Evening: 8:30 PM
Shenghao KTV
The group of five reunited outside the karaoke venue.
Mingxuan immediately took the lead, standing beside Lingling as he guided everyone into the luxurious entrance hall.
A massive crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, dazzling glow. Ornate murals and carvings adorned the walls, high-end leather sofas lined the seating areas, and the bar displayed rows of premium liquor bottles.
Even the staff, dressed in crisp uniforms, added to the sense of elegance and exclusivity.
Lingling, Shumin, and Jiahong were momentarily stunned by the extravagance.
Jiahong instinctively touched her purse, suddenly anxious. Today was supposed to be her treat for moving day, but she couldn’t possibly afford a place like this.
Mingxuan noticed their reactions and chuckled. “Tonight’s on me. Supporting my friend’s business is my treat. Order whatever you like—don’t hold back!”
“Thank you, Manager Xiao!” Shumin’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Lingling and Jiahong exchanged polite thanks, though they still felt a little awkward.
Mingxuan casually tossed his card onto the reception desk, and the attendant quickly swiped it before leading the group to Room 888.
The private room’s heavy doors swung open, revealing a stunning interior.
Cool blue LED lights framed the ceiling, reflecting off metallic and glass furniture. Three enormous screens surrounded the room, while plush sofas circled a spacious central area.
“Wow…” The three girls couldn’t help but gasp in amazement.
“This room must cost a fortune!” Lingling said hesitantly.
Mingxuan waved off her concerns. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, the balance on my card was a gift from a friend. It’s not even my money!”
His lighthearted humor quickly eased the tension, and the group relaxed, huddling around the song selection console to excitedly pick their favorites.
Before long, a server arrived with trays of fresh fruit, snacks, and drinks.
Mingxuan nudged Tang Song, smiling warmly. “Sit down, man. Don’t be a stranger. If you want anything else, just let me know—I’ll add it to the tab.”
“Thanks,” Tang Song said, taking a seat on the sofa. He looked around the room with casual composure, his demeanor calm and confident as always.
Mingxuan observed him thoughtfully before joining the others at the song console.
The speakers soon filled with the soft strains of Time Boils the Rain. The three girls took turns singing, their voices occasionally breaking into laughter or playful teasing.
Tang Song leaned back, munching on fruit and enjoying the lively atmosphere. After a while, he excused himself to use the restroom.
“Buzz, buzz—”
Just as Tang Song left the restroom, his phone vibrated with a message.
[Zhang Ziqi: Wen Ruan.jpg]
[Zhang Ziqi: Tang Song, to keep your girlfriend comfortable, I upgraded her chair and treated her to a feast today. Rest assured, she’s in good hands!]
The attached photo showed Wen Ruan seated in an ergonomic chair, wearing an oversized white T-shirt that revealed her round, shapely thighs. Beneath the loose fabric, a hint of her inner outfit was tantalizingly visible.
Tang Song’s lips curled into a smirk—not at the photo’s content, but at the name “Zhuang Zhuang” in Zhang Ziqi’s message.
“So, it seems some nicknames really do stick,” he thought, chuckling as he replied to Zhang Ziqi.
As Tang Song slipped his phone back into his pocket, he noticed Mingxuan walking briskly toward the lobby. A stylishly dressed young woman approached him, and the two began speaking in hushed, heated tones.
Moments later, Mingxuan grabbed the woman’s arm and led her outside.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow but decided not to pry. He returned to the private room just as the next song started.
Lingling waved him over with a microphone. “Senior, come sing with us! Mingxuan had to leave—something urgent came up at home.”
“Sure.” Tang Song smiled, taking the mic. The screen displayed the next song: Preference.
As the familiar intro played, Lingling sang the first verse with her crisp, clear voice. When she finished, she turned to Tang Song with a playful glance.
Tang Song took over effortlessly, singing, “I said I wouldn’t dodge, and I meant it—I’ll do it this way…”
His smooth, resonant voice filled the room, polished by the effects of [The Magical Throat Lozenges] and [Lung Strengthening Potion]. His precise breathing and emotional delivery left the girls speechless.
Lingling’s eyes widened, her cheeks turning pink. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her earlier singing and set her microphone down, deciding to simply listen.
Jiahong and Shumin exchanged amazed glances, their attention fixed on Tang Song.
“Senior Tang Song is incredible!”
Night: 9:30 PM
Jinxiu New City.
The rapid clack of keyboard keys echoed in the room as Wen Ruan worked intently on her laptop.
Zhang Ziqi brought over a plate of freshly washed fruit. “Try these—they’re really sweet.”
Wen Ruan paused, eyeing her suspiciously. “What’s with you today? Why are you being so nice to me?”
“Just looking out for my bestie,” Zhang Ziqi said, feigning innocence as she shifted the conversation. “By the way, how’s the income from your side gigs lately?”
Wen Ruan popped a strawberry into her mouth, crossing her legs lazily. “Not bad. It’s been increasing steadily.”
“So jealous! Wen Ruan, when you hit it big, don’t forget about me. Throw me a bone, will you?” Zhang Ziqi teased, wrapping an arm around Wen Ruan’s shoulders with a grin.
Wen Ruan lightly smacked her on the rear. “I’ve told you before—your front desk job has no room for growth. You should think about switching careers.”
Zhang Ziqi sighed. “You’re right, but it’s hard to start over at my age. I got too comfortable, and now I’m stuck.”
Still, she couldn’t help but feel optimistic. Her best friend was ambitious and resourceful, and with a wealthy benefactor like Tang Song, the future seemed promising.
“Done!” Wen Ruan shut her laptop and waved her phone at Zhang Ziqi with a triumphant smile. “Let’s play, darling! I’ll carry you with my alt account and make sure you have a blast!”
Logging into King of Glory, Wen Ruan joined a game room, her eyes narrowing as she scrolled through her friends list.
There, among the online players, was Tang Song.
In the KTV, Tang Song had just wrapped up a duet with Lingling when a notification popped up on his screen:
[171 Innocent High School Girl (Wen Ruan) has invited you to a ranked match.]