novelraw Chapter 242: The Kissed Lin Muxue
Chapter 242: The Kissed Lin Muxue
At Yanjing Tiancheng’s penthouse apartment, the city’s neon lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a flowing galaxy, their radiance mysterious and captivating.
In the brightly lit living room, soft instrumental music played from the sound system.
Lin Muxue sat on the sofa, holding a delicate wine glass. The red wine inside swirled gently, its aroma drifting into the air.
Fresh out of the shower and dressed in casual clothes, she felt refreshed and relaxed.
Thinking about what she had done in the master bedroom earlier, a subtle sense of triumph filled her—like she had conquered her "Heartthrob."
After hours of effort, the penthouse now bore countless signs of her presence.
But there was one glaring omission: no photos of her and Tang Song together.
That didn’t make sense for a “couple.”
With this in mind, Lin Muxue tilted her head back, downing the rest of her wine in one go. A streak of red wine trickled from the corner of her mouth, and she extended her pink tongue to lick it away.
Once Tang Song returned, she planned to act a little tipsy and casually suggest taking a few intimate photos together.Later, she could compile the photos into a digital album on her iPad, placing them by the bedside and in the living room.
Oh, and of course, she’d include pictures from her most glamorous moments—she was the "lady of the house," after all.
Chuckling softly to herself, Lin Muxue picked up her phone and began flipping through her gallery.
With an abundance of saved photos and videos, she scrolled randomly, marking her favorites for later selection.
"This one’s from last month in Chengdu. Not bad!"
"This one’s from a conference. My colleague took it. Wow, I look so professional."
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"And this one... oh, it’s from dinner at Shengwei Pavilion in April with Li Yujiao and the others."
Lin Muxue thought about how, despite her years of navigating social circles, she’d managed to connect with some genuine white-collar elites like Li Yujiao and Zhang Xi.
She had met them at a wine party where she wore a second-hand Chanel gown—coincidentally matching Li Yujiao’s.
Thankfully, both women had agreeable personalities. A few exchanges later, they’d added each other on WeChat and occasionally met for meals.
Of course, being with them always made Lin Muxue feel a bit insecure. She knew her façade wouldn’t hold up under close scrutiny.
To avoid being exposed as carless, she had even fabricated a story about a wealthy suitor who drove a Mercedes-Benz G-Class.
Lately, she’d been too preoccupied with her "Classmate Mystery Box" project to keep in touch. Once that settled, she planned to reconnect with them—and introduce Qianqian to expand her beauty salon’s clientele.
As she scrolled, her thumb froze mid-swipe.
Her eyes locked onto a selfie with Zhang Xi, taken at Shengwei Pavilion. For original chapters go to novel·fire.net
In the upper-right corner of the photo was a familiar silhouette.
Zooming in, her eyes widened in disbelief.
“Is that… Tang Song?!”
In the photo, seated at a table nearby, Tang Song was smiling warmly, looking directly at the camera—or more precisely, at her.
Though his appearance wasn’t as striking as it was now, it was unmistakably him—exactly how he had looked during his Little Red Book transformation.
Lin Muxue stared, slack-jawed.
So, we’d met before?
He was watching me then.
Later, he saw me again at Yunxi Tower.
Then, we bumped into each other outside Jinxiu Huating’s breakfast shop.
Could these encounters have built up to him adding me on WeChat during the investment conference?
And I… I’d arrogantly dismissed it all.
“Ding-dong!” The doorbell jolted Lin Muxue from her thoughts.
She jumped up, quickly sliding on her slippers as she dashed to the door.
The lock clicked, and the heavy armored door swung open.
Tang Song stepped inside.
Seeing his tall, striking figure, Lin Muxue slowed her steps, biting her lip. With a soft voice, she said, “Good evening, Tang Song. Welcome home.”
“Good evening, Xiaoxue,” Tang Song replied, changing into slippers as his eyes scanned the foyer. “Not bad. You’ve settled in already?”
“Mm-hmm. I’ve been at it all day, but it’s finally done.” Lin Muxue tucked her hair behind her ear and walked to his side.
Tang Song sniffed faintly at the air, catching a hint of alcohol but chose not to comment.
“Come on, Xiaoxue, let’s inspect your work.”
With the Observe and Control task in mind, he needed to keep track of her progress.
“Sure.” Lin Muxue smiled, leading Tang Song on a tour of the apartment.
Feeling his subtle gaze on her back, she straightened her posture, ensuring she looked as graceful as possible.
Having trained as a flight attendant and modeled part-time, her poise was impeccable.
They moved through the living room, kitchen, study, media room, and hallway. Each space bore subtle but meaningful touches of life.
When they reached the walk-in closet, filled with an array of women’s clothing, Tang Song nodded approvingly.
Xiaoxue had clearly gone to great lengths, creating an atmosphere that made even him feel there was a lady of the house.
Her gaze flickered nervously toward the bed. Her expression stiffened briefly, recalling the earlier wildness of her actions.
The thought of what she’d done—just on his bed—made her heart race.
If simply being on his bed made her feel unstoppable, what would happen if Tang Song truly made a move on her?
Before her thoughts spiraled further, Tang Song interrupted. “Your high school classmates are arriving in Yan City tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, they’ll be here in the afternoon. But they won’t interview me right away—I’ll be at Slover Trust for onboarding,” she replied quickly, her mind spinning with ideas on how to suggest taking photos together.
Tang Song spoke again before she could. “As my girlfriend, you’ll need to drive into the community to meet them. There are three cars available downstairs. Which one would you like to drive?”
Lin Muxue’s heart skipped a beat. Licking her lips, she replied modestly, “You decide. Just let me borrow one temporarily—it doesn’t matter which.”
She knew Tang Song owned a Bentley Continental and a Mercedes S450L, both top-tier luxury cars.
Tang Song pretended to consider seriously before answering, “Oh, there’s a Wuling Hongguang S downstairs. It’s great for carrying passengers and cargo.”
“Uh…” Lin Muxue’s expression froze as she stammered, “That…”
“Pfft—” Tang Song chuckled, pulling out a key and handing it to her. “Just kidding. Take this one. The Mercedes isn’t a good fit for you.”
“Thank you.” Lin Muxue forced an awkward smile, taking the key.
The familiar Bentley logo on the fob made her heart race.
The Bentley Continental GT—worth over three million yuan—was the epitome of luxury and elegance.
Imagining herself driving it to meet her old classmates filled her with anticipation.
Looking at Tang Song’s handsome face, Lin Muxue exhaled, the faint scent of wine lingering. She casually suggested, “By the way, we don’t have any photos together. Could we take a few? I’d like to place them in the living room and bedroom to make things more convincing.”
“Good idea,” Tang Song agreed readily.
“Let’s head to the living room,” Lin Muxue said, her voice light with excitement. “The night view is stunning right now.”
A few minutes later, with her hair neatly styled, she stood beside Tang Song at the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dazzling city lights framing them.
Click!
She checked the photo and frowned slightly. “This doesn’t look intimate enough.” Pretending to be casual, she leaned her head on his shoulder.
Click, click!
Then, Lin Muxue turned to face him, her gaze soft and inviting. “Um… could you hold me for one? Like a real couple, you know?”
After all, this wouldn’t be her first time being close to him. Earlier at Yunxi Tower, Tang Song had even wrapped his arm around her waist in front of Gu Cheng. Surely this request wasn’t unreasonable.
Seeing her expectant look, Tang Song’s lips curved into a faint smile.
Dressed in a simple black casual outfit with her hair tied back in a shark clip, Lin Muxue looked effortlessly elegant. A touch of light makeup enhanced her youthful and sensual charm.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Song stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her slim waist, leaning his head down beside hers.
Her well-defined curves pressed lightly against his lower abdomen, a soft but pleasant sensation.
“Uh…” Lin Muxue let out a quiet hum, her body stiffening momentarily as she absorbed the warmth of his embrace.
After a moment, she relaxed, holding up her phone to snap a picture.
Looking at the screen, with Tang Song’s gentle smile and her shy expression, Lin Muxue’s heart skipped a beat.
For a fleeting moment, they looked just like a real couple.
After a brief pause, Tang Song said, “Xiaoxue, since we’re pretending to be a couple, we’ll need to act convincingly in front of your classmates. Should we practice a bit in advance to make things more natural?”
Lin Muxue’s lips pressed tightly together as excitement flickered in her eyes. “Yes, that would be perfect! Thank you, Tang Song.”
Raising her head slightly, her thoughts raced.
How will we practice intimacy? Sitting on his lap to feed him fruit? Hugging him playfully?
Countless sweet and romantic images flashed through her mind.
“You’re welcome.” Tang Song’s hand gently brushed along her slender waist before leaning in to kiss her plump, moist lips.
The rich taste of red wine mingled between them, intoxicating her senses.
Lin Muxue’s eyes widened in shock, her body trembling slightly as she leaned into him for support.
This is what kissing him feels like?
She’d dreamed of this moment countless times, but now that it was real, it felt surreal.
His lips were soft, warm, and clean—better than anything she’d imagined. As he kissed her gently, she felt a wave of pleasure that surpassed anything Qianqian had ever described.
Her eyes grew hazy, her legs unconsciously brushing against each other as her face tilted upward.
Tang Song smiled faintly at her reaction.
Though Lin Muxue presented herself as a high-society "white moonlight," her charm had always intrigued him. It wasn’t just her appearance but also her carefully curated persona.
She had the allure of a second lead in a Korean drama—flawlessly styled, with an air of elegance that drew attention effortlessly.
Tang Song gently turned her around, pressing her against the glass window as the city’s vibrant nightscape formed a breathtaking backdrop.
Though his task was to refine his emotional intelligence and observation skills, a little playful teasing now and then wouldn’t hurt.