novelraw Chapter 212: June’s Evening Breeze, This Moment’s Heartbeat
Chapter 212: June’s Evening Breeze, This Moment’s Heartbeat
After parking the car in the ground-level lot outside the restaurant, Little Jing got out slowly.
Her flushed cheeks looked especially endearing under the glow of the setting sun. She licked her lips and rubbed her thighs lightly, still feeling a lingering thrill.
Earlier in the car, with the windows rolled down and cars and passersby constantly moving past, the experience had been... exhilarating.
Luckily, she had been well-prepared before leaving work, placing a five-layer stack of tissue from Kexin Soft under her for emergencies like wiping away drool.
“Let’s go, Little Jing.” Tang Song reached out to hold her hand, giving her a curious look, as if he had picked up on some small secret of hers.
“Mm-hmm.” Little Jing nodded obediently, her twin ponytails bouncing adorably as they walked into the main building of Shengwei Pavilion.
Soft music wafted through the restaurant, and the familiar ambiance brought a certain someone to Tang Song’s mind—Lin Muxue.
It was here, after all, that he had first met her.
She had been dining with two stylishly dressed women, their conversation revolving around Louis Vuitton, Bvlgari, and the design and services of five-star hotels.
At the time, he had genuinely thought she was a “White Rich Beauty.”Still, the food and service at this restaurant were undeniably excellent. And since it was conveniently close to Lu Ziming’s company, he had chosen it as the dinner spot for today.
The two of them sat at a table near the interior.
The handsome waiter handed them the menu, sneaking a few extra glances at Little Jing’s porcelain-like skin. Flawless fairness could hide many flaws—though Little Jing had none to hide with her stunningly sweet and beautiful appearance that made her shine all the more.
Clinging to Tang Song, she flipped through the menu with him, picking a few dishes she liked. Then she squeezed his hand gently and, blushing, said, “I’m going to the restroom.”
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About ten minutes later, Lu Ziming hurried in.
Beside him was his older sister, Lu Ziyue, a woman Tang Song had encountered a few times during college.
In her early thirties, Lu Ziyue was dressed in an elegant, bold style. Her features leaned toward the strikingly handsome, and her energetic, no-nonsense demeanor was unmistakable.
“Ziming, Sister Ziyue,” Tang Song greeted them with a smile.
“Tang Song, I think this is the first time we’re officially meeting,” Lu Ziyue said warmly. “Shuyu has spoken so highly of you. You’ve really made me proud!”
“Thank you for helping me find that part-time job back then, Sister Ziyue,” Tang Song replied graciously.
Little Jing also chimed in politely, “Good evening, Brother Ziming, Sister Ziyue.”
“Hello, Little Jing, I’m Lu Ziyue,” she said enthusiastically, extending a hand toward Tian Jing with a bright look in her eyes.
The four of them exchanged pleasantries before sitting down.
As Lu Ziyue observed the pair sitting across from her, a spark of amazement lit up her gaze.
What a perfect match—truly a golden couple!
She had some impressions of Tang Song, her brother’s roommate who rented from their family and maintained a good relationship with her brother.
Tang Song had previously worked at a major internet company in Beijing, where he was a renowned tech wizard. She had recommended him for Shuyu’s part-time job partly because of his reputation.
But she hadn’t expected his demeanor and appearance to be this exceptional now.
Her attention shifted to Tian Jing, and she warmly complimented her beauty.
Tian Jing, after all, was the only daughter of Tian Chengye, the company’s executive director—a high-profile figure rarely seen in person.
By comparison, Lu Ziyue’s own family seemed rather modest. Her mother was a low-level government official in a non-critical department, and her father was merely an executive at a regional branch office.
To the average person, her family might seem impressive enough, but compared to someone like Tian Jing, they were worlds apart.
While she had secured a position in Zhongcheng Group—a top-tier enterprise—it would only get harder to climb the corporate ladder from here.
Being a 31-year-old married woman without children added another layer of complexity. If a leader wanted to promote her, they’d likely worry about how maternity leave might disrupt her work.
This was her greatest anxiety at present.
So when she discovered that her younger brother knew the daughter of Director Tian, it was no surprise that her heart leapt.
If she could establish a good relationship with Tian Jing—perhaps occasionally having dinner or posting a photo together—it would compel the company’s higher-ups to tread more cautiously around her.
Her career could become significantly smoother.
One dish after another was brought to the table: Swan Pastries, Snowflake Wagyu Tart, Braised Abalone with Pork Belly, and Tangerine Peel Stewed Fish Maw...
Tang Song encouraged everyone to dig in.
“Mmm~ this freshly baked Snowflake Wagyu is amazing—savory, sweet, and rich, it melts in your mouth...”
“This one’s great too. The slow-cooked fish maw has a layered texture, refreshing and delicate. Tang Song, Little Jing, you both have to try it...”
“My little brother has always been a bit scatterbrained, but who would’ve thought he’d dabble in finance now? Haha.”
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Lu Ziyue, true to her role as a sales manager, was witty and humorous, yet her words carried a genuine warmth that made her naturally engaging. She effortlessly kept the atmosphere light and lively.
The group chatted about their work and lives, the table ringing with laughter and joy.
Before long, Lu Ziyue had added two new WeChat friends.
At the same time, a crisp system notification sounded in Tang Song’s ears:
“Ding! Congratulations, player. The side quest [Building Connections] is complete.”
“Ding! You’ve gained [Comprehension +1].”
“Ding! You’ve acquired a special item: [Tang Song’s Glasses].”
Tang Song froze momentarily, his smile growing even brighter.
This quest had been active for over two weeks. His participation in the “Private Banking Event” and “Team Building with Colleagues” had brought its progress to 90%. Finally meeting Lu Ziyue today completed the puzzle.
Both rewards were excellent, especially the personalized item bearing his own name, which filled him with eager anticipation.
Licking his lips, Tang Song stood up and said softly, “Excuse me, I’m going to the restroom.”
Entering a stall, he quickly opened the system interface and navigated to his inventory.
A glowing white item lay quietly in the inventory space:
[Tang Song’s Glasses]: A pair of rectangular glasses worn by the player “Tang Song.” They automatically adjust to provide optimal vision, offer excellent eye protection, significantly alleviate eye fatigue, and effectively enhance reading and learning efficiency.
[Note: To see the present clearly is to better envision the future.]
Taking a deep breath, Tang Song selected [Tang Song’s Glasses] and clicked “Use.”
The next moment, he felt something materialize in his pocket.
Pulling it out, he found a pair of understated rectangular glasses with a black frame and transparent lenses.
His first impression was that they were extraordinarily light—probably weighing no more than 20 grams.
The frame’s surface was coated with a delicate black finish, giving it a full and uniform luster. The understated yet luxurious shine caught the light subtly, exuding a refined quality.
The edges were smooth and rounded, with a warm texture akin to jade, entirely free of the coldness often associated with metal frames.
“So these are the glasses I wore in the game?” Tang Song muttered to himself as he held them up and put them on.
The fit was impeccable—light as air. The nose pads rested perfectly, and the size was spot-on, offering unparalleled comfort.
A refreshing and soothing sensation radiated from his eyes, an almost indescribable relief.
Looking up, Tang Song scanned his surroundings, his face revealing amazement.
The world around him had become extraordinarily vivid—every detail leaped into focus, colors appearing more vibrant and lifelike.
Having spent countless nights straining his eyes, Tang Song had developed mild nearsightedness and astigmatism, though only around 100 degrees—manageable in daily life.
But now, his vision felt crystal clear, as if a veil of dust had been lifted from the world.
Opening the stall door, he glanced at the advertisements on the wall. Even the smallest print was now razor-sharp.
Walking to the sink, Tang Song gazed at his reflection in the mirror.
With the black-framed glasses on, his appearance seemed more composed and scholarly.
The bold lines of the frame subtly enhanced his facial structure, making his features appear more defined and his eyes sharper and more expressive.
With his vision corrected, the tension in his head and neck muscles eased, giving him a more upright and poised demeanor.
He exuded a casual, elite charm.
“Nice!” Tang Song snapped his fingers crisply and took off the glasses.
Immediately, the world blurred again.
At 9:00 PM.
“Little Jing, I know a fantastic nail salon. Let’s chat on WeChat later, and I’ll take you to try it out sometime,” Lu Ziyue said.
“Mm-hmm, thank you, Sister Ziyue,” Little Jing replied sweetly.
“Well then, that’s it for today. Tang Song, make sure to take good care of our Little Jing, and drive safely!”
“Got it. You two take care as well, Ziming, Sister Ziyue.” Latest content published on novｅlfire.net
“Bye-bye~” “Bye-bye~”
The four of them waved goodbye outside the main entrance.
Lu Ziming and Lu Ziyue got into their spirited Wuling Hongguang and drove off.
Tang Song pulled out [Tang Song’s Glasses] from his pocket and eagerly put them on.
Ah, so comfortable!
Little Jing curiously leaned over to get a closer look, her cheeks turning slightly red.
Wearing the glasses gave Tang Song a distinct aura, making him look a little different from usual.
She blinked her big eyes and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
In her sweet voice, she said, “Thank you, Brother Tang Song, for treating me to dinner. I’ll give you your present in a bit!”
Tang Song smiled. Looking around the dimly lit car, he unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over to the passenger seat, and savored the beauty of her soft lips.
“Mmm~” Little Jing’s eyes fluttered with excitement, and she shyly stuck out her tongue.
Moments later, her eyes widened, and her breathing grew rapid.
In the night-shrouded parking lot, with people and cars passing by occasionally, Little Jing’s face burned hot, and she began making soft, muffled sounds.
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She loved it! How thrilling!
What if it were in the office, in the hallway, or the bathroom...?
Hehe!
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About ten minutes later.
Tang Song reluctantly released Little Jing, his hands carrying a light fragrance—Hermès Un Jardin sur le Nil, a fresh blend of sunshine and dewy rain.
The scent was delightful.
Looking at the former "goddess of the company" now acting like this in front of him filled Tang Song’s heart with immense satisfaction.
Though petite, Little Jing was more than well-endowed—a fine example of slender elegance yielding impressive results.
Little Jing bit her lower lip, her gaze lowered as if still savoring something.
“Buzz, buzz, buzz.”
The headlights lit up as the Wuling slowly started to move.
After a while of silence, Little Jing suddenly asked, “Tang, is this your car?”
“Yes, it’s my first car. I bought it second-hand.”
Little Jing blinked her large eyes, pulled out her phone from her bag, and did something on WeChat.
Then she grabbed Tang Song’s phone from the dashboard mount where it was running navigation.
After a moment, she smiled and said, “Even though your annual salary exceeds 500,000 yuan, it won’t be paid out until the end of the year. I’ve transferred 100,000 yuan to you—spend it as you need.”
“Uh…” Tang Song froze in surprise before quickly catching on.
He realized that he and Little Jing had never actually discussed their financial situations. He also hadn’t used his Bentley or Mercedes when meeting her.
In her mind, he was likely in the early stages of building an e-commerce business.
Little Jing patted his thigh, her face brimming with joy. “My dad doesn’t let me invest recklessly, so he never gives me large sums of money all at once. For big purchases, I always have to ask him first.
“But I actually have plenty of assets. I own six properties in Beijing, Chengdu, Shenzhen, and Shanghai, plus three commercial spaces—all currently rented out.
“On top of that, I have an insurance policy that pays me an annual annuity of 1 million yuan.
“All of this is my personal property. If you need funding for your business, just let me know, and I can sell a property to get the money.
“Don’t worry; I won’t let my family know about any of this.”
At first, her interest in Tang Song had only been about his touch.
But after repeated interactions, especially as he continued to improve and excel, she had gradually fallen for him.
Their relationship had progressed to the point where she didn’t mind using her private funds to support his career.
Little Jing was clever, raised with an elite education that made her keenly aware of many things.
Since coming of age, she had begun accumulating assets to protect herself in case her father ever had an illegitimate child who might compete for her inheritance.
For instance, if she saw a house she liked while visiting Shanghai, she’d ask her father to buy it for her.
Tian Chengye was extremely generous in this regard. If she asked him for 5 million yuan to start a business, he’d outright refuse. But if she asked for a luxury property, he’d pay for it in full the next day as a gift for his beloved daughter.
After all, real estate in top-tier cities was considered a premium asset—a surefire investment far less risky than A-shares or venture capital.
Tang Song looked at Little Jing and explained seriously, “Actually, I’m very wealthy—much richer than you imagine.”
Little Jing blinked in surprise, then covered her mouth and giggled softly. “It doesn’t matter. I just wanted to share my situation with you and offer help where I can. The important thing is... I just want to be good to you. As long as you feel my sincerity, that’s enough.”
After finishing, she stuck out her tongue, her cheeks blushing crimson.
She cracked the car window slightly, letting in the warm June night breeze as her heart raced with excitement.