novelraw Chapter 314: The Innocent Girl in College
Chapter 314: The Innocent Girl in College
[English Learning Efficiency +100%]: Enhances memory, comprehension, and overall grasp of English, doubling learning efficiency and rapidly improving language ability.
[Porsche 911]: 3.0T, 450 horsepower, 2-door, 4-seat hardtop sports car with 0–100 km/h acceleration in 3.6 seconds. Equipped with a Burmester sound system, matrix LED headlights, and driver assistance features.
[Note: Order information has been generated. Lin Muxue should contact the Yan City Porsche Center for pickup.]
Looking at the two rewards from the Emotion Pack, Tang Song smiled and glanced down at the little snowball nestled in his arms.
The Porsche 911 had appeared numerous times in the comments during the Whispers of Lin Muxue instance.
Back when she first got her hands on a bank card, her most impulsive thought was to buy a luxury home and a Porsche 911.
It was clear how much she yearned for this car.
As for the English learning efficiency boost, it was likely due to her corporate environment. To secure her place in the company and fit into social circles, mastering the language barrier was crucial.
These gifts clearly catered to her most pressing desires at the moment.
However, what intrigued Tang Song the most was that the system could grant Lin Muxue buffs.Until now, every special item, attribute, or buff he had unlocked was exclusive to himself, his Companion, or specific Roles.
It seemed the Low Whispers of Humanity instance was even more remarkable than he had imagined.
“Phew… huff…”
Lin Muxue leaned back against his chest, gasping for air, her head tilted up. Her flushed face burned as tears brimmed in her eyes.
The intense exertion and water loss clearly took a toll on her.
Tang Song lowered his head and kissed her fair cheek.
Her delicate fragrance, soft skin, and faint scent of sweat were intoxicating.
It was undeniable—her figure was exquisite. Slim in the right places and full where it counted.
Her collarbones were flawless, and beneath them, the curves of her chest were round and perfect.
Her waist was slender enough to be encompassed with one hand, her sensitivity evident with the slightest touch, like plucking a finely tuned string.
“Thirsty…” Lin Muxue murmured, licking her dry lips as she struggled to sit up and reach for water.
“I’ll get it for you,” Tang Song said, placing her gently onto the sofa. He retrieved a bottle of mineral water from the bar and twisted the cap open with a soft pop.
Sitting beside her, he brought the bottle to her lips. “Open your mouth.”
Touched by Tang Song’s gentle actions, Lin Muxue’s eyes curved into crescent moons.
“Gulp, gulp—”
Half the bottle was quickly drained, though trickles escaped the corners of her mouth and slid down her intertwined, slender legs.
In the glow of the room’s lighting, her porcelain-like skin shimmered faintly.
Her ankles were delicate, and the arch of her foot formed a graceful curve, exuding an indescribable allure.
Lin Muxue looked up at him, both fearful and mesmerized.
Tang Song’s tenderness tonight was extraordinary, like treating a beloved partner.
Even the warm-up had lasted over half an hour, leaving Lin Muxue—who had never experienced such care—completely undone and defenseless.
“Come on, let me take you for a bath,” Tang Song offered.
“Thank you, Tang Song,” Lin Muxue whispered, leaning up to kiss the corner of his lips, her heart brimming with unparalleled satisfaction.
After soaking together in a spacious tub and resting on the bed for over half an hour, Lin Muxue finally regained her composure.
However, her exhaustion was evident. Too tired to explore the luxurious presidential suite, she simply nibbled on some fruit before curling up under the blanket and falling asleep.
Watching her peaceful slumber, Tang Song chuckled and shook his head.
It wasn’t as though he disliked Lin Muxue—far from it.
From their first meeting, he had admired her appearance, and after all their encounters, she was undeniably “his woman.”
But he was well aware of her nature. Giving in to her desires too easily would only fuel her greed, which wouldn’t be good for her.
More importantly, she was a rare source of “experience points,” constantly generating tasks and helping him boost his emotional intelligence.
Turning off the bedroom lights, Tang Song stepped outside.
In the executive office, he powered on his computer.
First, he tackled the day’s emails and approvals, then chatted with a few of his trusted aides.
Finally, he opened the system interface to review the details of his Popular Me title.
[Current Cash Reward: ¥3,860,900 (Total: ¥27,873,000)]
Xiaohongshu Followers: 26,275
Douyin Followers: 238,500
His 100-day transformation journal on Xiaohongshu had gone viral, netting over 6,400 followers.
Meanwhile, his cycling videos on Douyin attracted a flood of new fans.
In just three days, he had earned ¥3.86 million.
Yet, compared to the nearly ¥10 million he had gained from his “sparring session” with Lin Muxue, this sum failed to excite him.
Chuckling to himself, Tang Song left the study and settled into a massage chair in the living room.
With a cold beer in hand, he gazed at the cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pondering the future plans for the Lanfeng International Hotel.
Thursday, July 13, 2023
Cloudy, 24–35°C.
When Lin Muxue awoke, it was already 7 a.m.
The temperature- and humidity-controlled bedroom, however, was devoid of Tang Song’s presence.
Checking her phone, she found no messages from him, leaving her momentarily dejected before she quickly adjusted her mood.
Her eyes swept around the room.
The spacious, lavishly decorated master bedroom exuded luxury and refinement, making her fall in love with every detail.
She got up and headed to the bathroom, where premium branded toiletries, marble patterns, and elegant fixtures surrounded her.
Overwhelmed by the aesthetic, Lin Muxue couldn’t resist snapping a few photos on her phone.
After freshening up and applying a delicate makeup look, she grabbed a disposable undergarment from the cabinet and slipped on a dress.
Given the previous day’s “flooding” and exhaustion, she hadn’t washed before bed, so she planned to change into fresh clothes once home. After all, she lived nearby.
Emerging from the bedroom, Lin Muxue wandered through the 700-square-meter presidential suite, marveling at its unparalleled opulence.
Click, click. The sound of her phone’s camera filled the air as she recorded short clips of the suite.
Relaxing in the lounge’s massage chair, Lin Muxue uploaded the videos to Xiaohongshu and Douyin.
Her tone in the clips was calm and composed, as though such extravagance was an everyday occurrence for her.
Then, she opened WeChat.
Lin Muxue hesitated for a while but ultimately decided against posting in her Moments.
Returning to the chat interface, her gaze landed on a muted group chat: "Luxury Exchange Group."
This was once her favorite chat group, where she discussed luxury items, cars, and mansions with others. However, after dealing with her batch of luxury goods, she had muted the group entirely. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveI★Fire.net
Curiosity got the better of her, and she opened it, casually scrolling through the messages.
[Xiao Zhu]: "Just discovered a newly opened store in Hangzhou! Super Instagram-worthy vibes—perfect for photoshoots!"
[Yaoyao]: "I successfully chatted up a tall, rich, and handsome guy at a bar yesterday. Any fashion experts here? Can someone verify if his clothes and watch are fake?"
[Yaoyao]: Photo.jpg
[Dream Mirage]: "@Yaoyao, high-quality replica watches are too hard to distinguish from photos, but the clothes look like LV's Monogram summer collection, and the belt is the INITIALES reversible one."
Lin Muxue opened the photo, scanned it briefly, and couldn't help but reply:
"The clothes are fake; the button style is wrong. The belt doesn't seem genuine either."
As a seasoned luxury aficionado—and having been embarrassed by fakes herself in the past—Lin Muxue had honed a keen eye for spotting counterfeit items.
The group chat erupted the moment she appeared.
"Xiaoxue, ever since you got a boyfriend, you’ve been MIA. What’s new?"
"Did you break up with that Bentley-driving boyfriend of yours?"
"@Xiaoxue, you used to flaunt so much stuff. Did you sell it all after breaking up, or did he take it back?"
"Come on, don’t be like that. Xiaoxue’s got her pride! (#smirking)."
Reading the messages, Lin Muxue's red lips pursed slightly, her eyes flickering. She responded:
"Thanks for the concern. I’m doing well, and my relationship with my boyfriend is stable. I’ve just been staying low-key to avoid making you all feel bad. (#smile)"
She then sent a video she had taken earlier that morning.
The footage of the opulent presidential suite, with occasional glimpses of Lin Muxue herself—carrying a Hermès Birkin and wearing a Chanel evening gown—momentarily silenced the group.
Moments later, the mentions flooded in.
Lin Muxue’s lips curled into a smirk as she typed:
"Alright, I have to go. I’ve been busy with work lately—million-dollar annual salary and all. The pressure’s real. Bye!"
After sending the message, she felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction, as if she’d just eaten a popsicle on a hot summer day.
Though she admitted it was a bit petty to flex on them, it gave her a sense of closure.
Feeling relieved, Lin Muxue kicked off her slippers and stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Sunlight filtered through the heavy clouds, casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Bathing in the golden glow, she opened her arms and whispered dramatically,
"Tang Song, one day, I, Empress Muxue, will have you begging at my feet! Humph!"
Imagining the triumphant scenario, she broke into joyous laughter.
Humming a tune, she turned and started swaying her hips sensuously to a rhythm in her head.
Her expression froze instantly when she noticed Tang Song leaning casually against the doorframe.
"Tang Song… you didn’t leave? When did you… I mean…"
Panic washed over her. Her carefully crafted persona was on the verge of collapse!
Tang Song’s gaze shifted to her stomach with a bemused expression, his lips twitching slightly.
"I went to the gym earlier this morning. Come on, I’ve ordered breakfast for two."
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Lin Muxue stood there dumbfounded, her mind in turmoil, her face flushing crimson.
It took her a while to compose herself before she shuffled awkwardly into the dining area.
After observing Tang Song for a moment and seeing no unusual reactions, she exhaled in relief.
Forget it! Forget it!
He’s already seen me at my most embarrassing moments—how much worse could this be?
After a brief round of self-consolation, she sat down across from him, glancing at him cautiously while ignoring the exquisite breakfast laid out on the table.
"By the way, Xiaoxue," Tang Song said casually, mid-bite of a steamed dumpling. "You don’t have a car right now, do you?"
Lin Muxue’s eye twitched slightly. She nodded softly.
With anyone else, she might have concocted a story about a car accident and a newfound fear of driving.
But with Tang Song, she neither wanted to lie nor dared to.
"I’ve ordered a Porsche 911 for you from the Yan City Porsche Center," Tang Song said. "Contact the dealership. The order was just placed, and payment is settled, but it might take a while for delivery."
Clatter! Lin Muxue’s chopsticks slipped from her hand. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at him.
"You… you’re giving me… a Porsche 911?" she stammered, her voice trembling with excitement and disbelief.
Tang Song met her gaze, nodded lightly, and asked, "Do you like it?"
"I love it!" Lin Muxue nodded enthusiastically. But then, she hesitated. "It’s my dream car, but… accepting such an expensive gift from you… does it seem…?"
Tang Song smiled. "You’ve been performing well lately. Keep it up."
"Thank you! Thank you, Tang Song!" Lin Muxue stood abruptly, her legs pressed together tightly in excitement, barely able to contain herself.
On social media, she had often boasted about driving a red Porsche 718—though it was always the same rental car shared with a group of so-called "fake heiresses" in Yan City.
Her high school classmate, He Xiaohui, had even mentioned wanting a ride in her "718" the last time they met.
But this was a Porsche 911—worth over a million yuan, even for the base model!
The Porsche 911—an icon of refined luxury, the pinnacle of 21st-century Black Horse Gold Shield craftsmanship, carrying a legacy of over half a century. A classic masterpiece. The dream car for countless people.
And, it was her dream car too!
The woman who had once humiliated her—the epitome of a “White Rich Beauty”—had driven a Porsche 911. Lin Muxue still remembered the condescending look in her eyes, the sting of humiliation, and her own sense of inadequacy.
Owning this car was something she had dreamed of endlessly, fantasized about countless times.
And now, this dream was coming true. Given to her by Tang Song, no less.
She bit the tip of her tongue hard, the sharp pain confirming this wasn’t a dream.
Living in a luxury apartment at Lanfeng International, earning a million-yuan annual salary, socializing with the elite, and now owning a Porsche 911—she had finally become the person she had always portrayed herself as in her constructed persona.
But owning such a luxury car wasn’t just about superficial vanity.
It gave her confidence to expand her social circles, assert her status and capabilities, and elevate her style.
No more excuses to mask her "weakness."
As countless thoughts flooded her mind, Lin Muxue gazed at Tang Song with a mixture of warmth and intense emotion.
"Let’s eat, Xiaoxue," Tang Song said.
“Alright.” Lin Muxue suddenly bent down, kneeling slightly.
Ultimately, in the face of the Porsche 911’s overwhelming allure, Tang Song still had the upper hand.
9:00 a.m.
Shimmer Coffee (Morning Star Tower branch)
A sleek black Maybach pulled into the parking area and came to a smooth stop.
The chauffeur quickly got out and opened the rear door. A woman dressed in a stylish two-tone dress, Zhao Yaqian, stepped out gracefully.
She murmured a soft “thank you” before striding toward the café.
It was rush hour, and the area bustled with office workers. Her tall figure, striking features, and elegant aura instantly drew countless admiring gazes.
Enhanced by the luxury car and high-end attire, she radiated sophistication and nobility, leaving many men staring after her.
Calm and poised, Zhao Yaqian moved seamlessly through the crowd.
Money can truly elevate a person.
For a beautician who had achieved financial freedom, it was impossible not to notice the subtle transformation into an air of effortless elegance.
Inside the bright and cozy café, Zhao Yaqian walked briskly to a seat by the window.
“Sorry, Mengchu. I’m late,” she said with a smile. “I was up too late last night reading those light medical aesthetics materials and woke up with a splitting headache.”
“It’s fine, Yaqian,” Zhang Mengchu replied warmly. “But you must take care of yourself. Your health is the most important thing. If you have any questions about the material, just give me a call.”
“Thank you, Mengchu!”
Zhang Mengchu had just finished mentoring a batch of students and was on break. Recently, she had been helping Zhao Yaqian catch up on light medical aesthetics knowledge and accompanying her to visit a few beauty salons.
Calling it “research” was a stretch; it was more like experiencing the services.
Through this process, Mengchu had seen the changes in Zhao Yaqian and gained respect for her competence, which strengthened her resolve to work alongside her.
If Zhao Yaqian became a shareholder in a major chain beauty salon, she would definitely need someone in the company to oversee operations.
Mengchu believed she was the perfect candidate for the role.
The two chatted over coffee until a cheerful female voice interrupted.
“Good morning! These are fresh-off-the-pan cake trimmings—still warm. Please enjoy,” said Qian Lele, wearing her café uniform and offering them the treats with a smile.
Looking up, Zhao Yaqian replied, “Thank you. No classes today?”
“With summer vacation starting soon, I’m pretty much done with classes. And no need to thank me. That lipstick you gave me last time—it was so expensive! I didn’t realize it until later. Thank you again,” Qian Lele said shyly, feeling a bit self-conscious.
As a peer, she couldn’t help but compare herself to Zhao Yaqian’s refined makeup, stylish attire, and flawless skin. The contrast made her feel inadequate.
The three exchanged a few pleasantries. Seeing Lele’s dark eye circles, Zhao Yaqian hesitated briefly before pulling out an eye cream from her LV Carryall.
“Lele, those dark circles look serious. This cream is excellent—try it out,” she said, handing it over.
“No, no! That’s too much!” Lele waved her hands quickly, avoiding eye contact. “I’ve just been sleep-deprived lately; they’ll fade soon.”
Noticing Lele’s discomfort, Zhang Mengchu intervened with a soft chuckle. “Yaqian, that’s too expensive. She won’t feel comfortable accepting it.”
Mengchu then opened her own bag and pulled out a tube of eye cream.
“We’re both in the beauty industry and get tons of freebies all the time—more than we can use. Take this one and help me clear out my stash.”
It was true; her profession often left her with surplus skincare products, which she frequently gifted to others.
Hearing it was a freebie, Lele’s eyes lit up. She carefully accepted it and said sincerely, “Thank you. I’ll leave you to your chat now.”
“Bye-bye.”
Lele turned and walked back toward her workstation, clutching the eye cream tightly in her hand.
Just then, two figures entered the café. Instinctively, Lele stepped aside, only to glance up and recognize them.
“President Xie! Professor Jiang!” she exclaimed.
“Good morning,” Xie Shuyu greeted with a warm smile as her bright eyes scanned the café.
Professor Jiang tousled Lele’s hair affectionately and asked, “Lele, how’s the part-time job going here?”
“It’s great—everything is going really well,” Lele replied.
After exchanging a few words, Professor Jiang pulled her aside. Lowering her voice, she asked, “I’ve heard a bit about the situation in your dormitory. The data deletion incident—was it Duan Fang?”
Lele’s lips pressed together tightly. “I can’t be sure. I didn’t see it happen myself.”
The major mishap with the backend system was something Lele had reported to President Xie since it was part of her assigned responsibilities, and her part-time wages depended on it.
Naturally, Professor Jiang, who had introduced her to the job, was also aware of the incident.
Professor Jiang shook her head and sighed. "You’re just too kind. Judging by your state, staying in that dorm must be tough for you."
“It’s my fault for not handling things well,” Qian Lele said, her face clouded with sadness as she lowered her head.
Duan Fang, her classmate and dormmate, had been the one who accompanied her to sign the café contract. However, due to her disorganized behavior and chronic tardiness, Duan Fang had been dismissed from the café. Seeing Qian Lele not only excel in baking but also secure a backend maintenance role and gain recognition from President Xie—with the opportunity to work full-time during the summer—had left her feeling resentful.
As a result, Duan Fang had been taking jabs at her whenever possible.
Lele, already shy and reserved, had a strained relationship with her dormmates. Under Duan Fang’s influence, the other girls had begun to ostracize her as well.
For someone as sensitive as Lele, these circumstances had made life increasingly difficult. She had barely been sleeping well lately.
“Let’s not dwell on that now. I’m here to help you solve this problem.” Professor Jiang nudged Lele playfully with her shoulder, smiling. “Shuyu, let’s give her a half-day off at the café.”
Turning to Lele, she continued, “You’ll move into my faculty apartment for now. When your junior year starts, I’ll help coordinate a dorm switch. You and those girls simply aren’t compatible.”
“Professor Jiang, that’s really not necessary,” Lele said quickly, grabbing Jiang’s arm. She hated the thought of troubling others over her personal issues.
The faculty apartments at Yan City Normal University were just outside the south gate, located in a high-end residential area.
As an associate professor, Jiang Yourong had been allocated a two-bedroom unit there.
Lele had visited once to help with cleaning and was deeply impressed by the cozy and upscale environment.
“Enough—this is already decided! I just came here to let you know. Living off-campus will give you more freedom over the summer. Didn’t you use to set up stalls in the evenings? Between the café and that, you’ll manage perfectly,” Jiang said with a bright smile.
Xie Shuyu patted Lele gently on the shoulder. “Your Professor Jiang is looking out for you, so don’t let her good intentions go to waste.”
Allowing Lele to manage the student mini-program’s backend wasn’t a snap decision. It had ultimately been approved thanks to Professor Jiang.
Lele stayed silent for a long moment, her eyes brimming with tears. “Thank you, Professor Jiang. Thank you, President Xie.”
At the table by the window, Zhao Yaqian blinked her large eyes curiously, watching the trio from a distance.
She caught snippets of their conversation.
It seemed Lele was dealing with some difficulties at school.
Professor Jiang was truly the epitome of a university lecturer—poised, full-figured, and exuding the maturity of someone who had weathered life’s experiences.
As for President Xie, the café’s owner, her alabaster skin, slender figure, and elegant demeanor made her strikingly beautiful and effortlessly stylish.
When standing next to the innocent and somewhat plain Qian Lele, the contrast couldn’t have been sharper.