novelraw Chapter 321: Seems Like We’re Sharing the Same Boyfriend!
Chapter 321: Seems Like We’re Sharing the Same Boyfriend!
The night grew darker.
Tang Song emerged from his study session, taking several deep breaths.
A faint sense of dizziness and fatigue swept over him as he glanced at the time.
10:10 PM.
The combination of the Recovery Pack and Mana Regeneration Spicy Sticks proved incredibly effective.
Half a steamed bun and two spicy sticks had powered him through another four-plus hours of intense study. He had even managed to finish an economics book.
Looking at the corner of the desk, he recalled Qian Lele’s words earlier.
Tang Song smiled faintly and began devouring his food.
Although the croissant and cake base were slightly stale, and the fruit wasn’t particularly fresh, he found them especially delicious.
It wasn’t just because he was starving—it was also because he could sense the thoughtfulness behind the preparation.After finishing his midnight snack, Tang Song got up, went to the kitchen, cleaned the plates, and put them away.
He brushed his teeth in the bathroom before heading back to his bedroom.
Just as he reached the bedroom door, he heard the sound of the lock turning.
The door slowly opened.
A travel-worn Qian Lele stepped inside, carrying a large, somewhat battered handbag, her face glistening with sweat.
“Uh, good evening, Brother Song!”
“Good evening, Lele.” Tang Song nodded, his gaze briefly landing on her worn-out bag.
Noticing his glance, Qian Lele pursed her lips and shifted the bag behind her.
“Do you need to use the bathroom? I’m about to take a shower, and it might take around 20 minutes.”
“No, I’m heading to bed soon.”
“Okay then… goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Tang Song nodded and returned to his room, gently closing the door.
He turned off the lights and lay down in bed.
Buzz, buzz.
His phone lit up.
[Qianqian: Photo.jpg]
[Qianqian: “Brother Song, work must be tiring. Goodnight. Love you.”]
Tang Song clicked on the photo, raising an eyebrow.
It was a picture of Zhao Yaqian and Lin Muxue on a bed.
The key detail: both were wearing sexy silk nightgowns, snuggled up to each other like close sisters.
In his Scholar state, Tang Song’s sharp mind instantly detected Zhao Yaqian’s unusual behavior.
A stream of overlooked details floated to the surface of his thoughts.
It seemed that Qianqian had learned about his relationship with Xiaoxue and was expressing her feelings in her own way.
Normally, the idea of a three-person basketball game would have thrilled him, leaving him too excited to sleep.
After all, he was a classic LSP (Lustful Scholarly Programmer). A beautician and a fake socialite? How could he not be hyped, with his skills in Silver Tongue and Map Drawing?
But under the influence of the “mask,” he remained utterly calm, rational, and focused on learning.
He quickly replied to her message:
“I love you too, Qianqian. Goodnight.”
Setting his phone to silent, Tang Song’s breathing gradually steadied as he fell into a peaceful slumber.
Outside, the city was a tranquil nightscape.
Inside, the soft glow of an ambient light made the room cozy yet refreshing.
Receiving Tang Song’s reply, Zhao Yaqian’s face lit up with a radiant smile.
She glanced at the quiet Lin Muxue beside her and playfully grabbed her arm.
“Xiaoxue, tomorrow we’re visiting Isha Beauty’s Huaiyun Road branch to discuss the investment. Wasn’t that your suggestion to Director Zhang?”
“Mm, we met there, and you used to work at that branch. I mentioned it to Zhang Yurong because I remembered you saying you faced some unfair treatment there,” Lin Muxue replied softly. “I thought you might enjoy returning in style and giving those who mistreated you a lesson.”
If it were her in Lin Muxue’s place, she would make the most grandiose entrance possible to utterly humiliate those who had wronged her.
“Thank you, Xiaoxue. You’re so good to me.” Zhao Yaqian hugged her affectionately, her peach blossom eyes sparkling. She suddenly asked, “We’ll always be best sisters, right?”
“Mm, always.”
The two lay facing each other on the bed.
Zhao Yaqian began to talk about her school days, family, and relatives, sharing her past with Lin Muxue for the first time.
Though not particularly quick-witted, she wasn’t a fool.
Since signing the trust agreement and acquiring property, her cognition and abilities had improved.
After more than half a month of market research, her thinking had become noticeably sharper.
She had long been aware of Tang Song’s involvement with other women—like the white rich beauty in the white dress and the gorgeous business partner at his company.
They were both remarkable and clearly smarter than she was.
Though she had been reluctant to confront it, sometimes she feared losing Tang Song’s love.
But Lin Muxue’s presence brought her a sense of security.
The beautician didn’t want to lose her “programmer friend” and longed to be with him forever.
To that end, she was willing to compromise and take the initiative to accept the situation.
July 16, 2023. Sunday. Sunny. 23–37°C.
Beicheng Garden Residential Complex.
“No… no…”
“Tang Song, don’t do this! I’m warning you, I’m a legal practitioner, and what you’re doing is a crime!”
“Ugh, you jerk! You actually spanked me…”
“Take your hand away! Don’t you dare go there!”
“What? You’re saying my chest is small? Ahhh!”
A shriek was followed by a thud as Xu Qing tumbled off her bed, clutching a giant cartoon pillow.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Xu Qing winced as she stood up, rubbing her arms and legs.
Luckily, her head had landed on the pillow, sparing her clever little brain from harm.
Climbing back into bed, scenes from her dream flooded her mind.
Her cheeks flushed as her heart raced.
Muttering to herself, she kicked at the blanket with her smooth legs.
It was the weekend—a rare chance to sleep in.
That annoying Tang Song had taken advantage of her vulnerability, using the same tricks he pulled on Xiaojing in her dream!
He pinched her chest, spanked her, and even had the audacity to say she was just a “small B,” not as fun as Xiaojing’s “big C.”
“Take this! And this! You shameless jerk!”
She furiously pummeled the cartoon pillow for a while before finally calming down.
Xu Qing finally stopped fidgeting, her large, dark eyes blinking as she stared blankly at the wall, forgetting even the aches and pains in her body.
She picked up her phone to check the time: 7:40 AM.
Opening WeChat, she glanced through her unread messages. There were quite a few, but none from the person she wanted to hear from.
Feeling aggrieved, Xu Qing puffed her cheeks in frustration.
Since Tang Song had forcefully kissed her in the company hallway on Wednesday morning, it was as if her heart had been occupied by a nest of little rabbits, thumping away uncontrollably.
At first, she was terrified that Tang Song might suddenly appear out of nowhere and pin her against the wall again.
For two days, even seeing a stray dog made her think it was him in disguise.
But no matter how long she waited, he didn’t follow up with any sort of response!
That alone would’ve been bad enough, but he hadn’t even sent her a WeChat message!
Goodness knows, it was the first time Miss Xu Qing had ever been kissed by a boy—an earth-shattering event.
Xu Qing angrily pummeled her cartoon pillow again before glaring at her phone, pulling up her chat with Tang Song.
(ｷ｀ﾟДﾟ´)!!
She furiously typed: “What are you doing?”
After sending the message, Xu Qing could no longer think about sleeping. She sat cross-legged on her bed, staring intently at her phone screen.
It’s the weekend! If he asks me out for a fancy meal today, I might just barely forgive him for that kiss.
After all, I, Xu Qing, am not a petty person!
After waiting a while with no reply, she gritted her teeth and sent another message: “Tang Song, have you been super busy lately?”
Buzz buzz.
[Tang Song: “Studying.”]
“Pfft~” Xu Qing rolled her eyes.
She knew Tang Song’s tricks all too well by now.
Oh, you just want to see a cute picture of me? Fine, I’ll indulge you!
Opening her photo gallery, she selected a cosplay picture from before.
After some thought, she used an editing app to enhance her chest size and applied a slimming filter before sending it over.
Leaning back against her headboard, Xu Qing smiled slyly, ready to have a proper chat with Tang Song.
After a short pause, her phone buzzed again.
[Tang Song: “Qingqing, stop interrupting my studies!”]
“Huh?! What?!” Xu Qing was stunned, her jaw dropping.
As realization set in, her eyes turned red, tears welling up and shimmering.
That jerk Tang Song! He kissed her and then played dumb! Now he wouldn’t even look at her picture?
Xu Qing felt as if her world had collapsed.
Her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, and she jumped out of bed to sit at her desk.
Opening her writing software, she started venting her anger by tormenting the character “Tang Song” in her story.
Clack clack clack! She wrote over 2,000 words of pure suffering for the character.
Only when he was reduced to tears, apologizing profusely to the character “Xu Yanqing,” did she feel a little better.
Ding dong!
The WeChat notification tone pulled her back.
Xu Qing’s face lit up with hope as she grabbed her phone, only to lower her head in disappointment.
[Luoluo: “Qingqing, there’s a new cosplay experience store on the 6th floor of Xingyue City. They’re inviting us to check it out for free fittings, photos, and gifts!”]
[Luoluo: “Xiaomei and I are planning to go. Want to join?”]
Her eyes sparkled with an idea, and she quickly replied: “I’m in!”
Many female cosplayers lean toward androgynous roles, and with some makeup, she could easily cosplay as a male character.
Luoluo, for instance, had done a Sasuke and Sakura couple cosplay with her before.
Once she got some good photos, she could send them to Tang Song to see his reaction.
Ding dong.
[Luoluo: “My boyfriend said he’d drive us there. Since you live nearby, we’ll swing by to pick you up around 10 AM.”]
[Xu Qing: OK.jpg]
After washing up, changing clothes, and eating a light breakfast, Xu Qing started tidying her belongings and cleaning her slightly messy rental apartment.
Her best friend, Shen Yuyan, had been incredibly busy lately, leaving early and returning late even on weekends.
Most of it revolved around the unresolved collaboration agreement with Gongying Technology—their first installment of 3 million yuan was still pending.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing’s frustration diminished.
The 24 million yuan investment from Fanfu Suzi, however, had arrived on Friday, leaving the entire company in high spirits.
Tang Song had invested in the company because of her, proving his trust and goodwill.
Maybe he really was studying?
With that thought, Xu Qing felt much better.
Fine, I’ll let it go and stop teasing him for now.
I don’t want him throwing another tantrum like last time, calling my private life messy.
Ring ring! Her phone suddenly rang.
Answering it, she said, “Hello, Luoluo.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll head out now. Wait for me at the south gate.”
Hanging up, Xu Qing slung on her backpack and quickly headed downstairs.
As she walked out the complex gate, she saw Luoluo waiting by the roadside.
With tattoos, earrings, short hair, and a stylish outfit of short shorts and a base layer top, Luoluo exuded a playful vibe.
“Qingqing, over here!” Luoluo waved enthusiastically and opened the rear door of a Maserati Ghibli, motioning for her to hop in.
The driver’s window rolled down, revealing a trendy young man with mid-length hair. He grinned and said, “Hi, Qingqing. I’m Luoluo’s boyfriend, Zhang Xiao.”
The guy, around 25 or 26 years old, looked hip and had a naturally sociable demeanor.
“Hi.” Xu Qing greeted him and got into the backseat, her eyes curiously taking in the car’s interior and occasionally glancing at Zhang Xiao in the driver’s seat.
It was obvious that Ma Luoluo’s current boyfriend was anything but ordinary.
Thanks to her experience writing novels, Xu Qing had done some research on luxury cars.
For instance, the Maserati Ghibli they were riding in, priced at nearly a million yuan, wasn’t something the average person could afford.
Xu Qing had met Ma Luoluo’s previous boyfriends, and this one was undoubtedly the wealthiest—and quite handsome to boot.
Noticing Xu Qing’s subtle glances, Ma Luoluo teased from the front passenger seat, “Qingqing, why do you keep looking at my boyfriend?”
Zhang Xiao, skillfully starting the car, turned and joked with a grin, “Don’t be shy, beauty. If you’re into me, just say the word. I’ll dump Luoluo and make you my CP.”
Xu Qing was about to retort when slap! Ma Luoluo playfully smacked his arm.
“Don’t you dare!” she chided, though her tone was light.
“Alright, alright, just joking,” Zhang Xiao chuckled.
The gemstone blue Maserati eased onto the road, attracting envious glances from passersby.
After some playful banter, Ma Luoluo began introducing Zhang Xiao to Xu Qing.
His family was in the medical equipment business, running a company with over a hundred employees.
The two had met at a friend’s gathering and quickly started dating.
Ma Luoluo’s tone was relaxed and cheerful, tinged with a bit of pride.
After all, her boyfriend was genuinely impressive—wealthy, good-looking, and easygoing.
Sitting in the backseat, however, Xu Qing felt surprisingly indifferent.
Having seen Tang Song confidently lead a due diligence team or exude calm authority in a conference room, these affluent second-generation young men seemed to pale in comparison.
The car entered Xingyue City’s underground parking lot.
Being a weekend, parking spaces were scarce. It took a while to find a spot, which was some distance from the elevator.
As they got out of the car and walked through the dimly lit garage, a low, thunderous roar of an engine echoed ahead.
Moments later, a sports car came into view, finally parking in an empty spot.
Its sharp, aggressive front, massive air intake grille, sleek and tension-filled lines, and striking red paint made it stand out like a beacon.
Clinging to Zhang Xiao’s arm, Ma Luoluo’s eyes sparkled as she exclaimed, “What kind of car is that? It’s gorgeous!”
“Ferrari 488, over four million yuan. Of course, it’s stunning,” Zhang Xiao shrugged, a flash of envy crossing his face.
Though his family was wealthy, their riches weren’t truly his.
Even the Maserati he drove had taken persistent begging and a birthday as an excuse for his family to buy it.
As they drew closer, the Ferrari’s headlights dimmed, and its doors slowly opened.
Two stylishly dressed women stepped out.
One of them was particularly striking.
With a petite face, narrow shoulders, and sweet, adorable features, her fair, porcelain-like skin seemed to glow.
Her figure was perfectly proportioned, with graceful curves, a slim waist, and long, straight legs.
She carried a chic handbag adorned with sparkling accessories, looking every bit like an anime-style beauty come to life.
Xu Qing blinked hard, staring in disbelief at the girl standing there.
It was Xiaojing.
Well, isn’t this a coincidence!
Seeing her upright C-cup figure and the Ferrari behind her, Xu Qing couldn’t help but pout, a pang of sourness rising in her chest.
No wonder Tang Song liked her!
In person, Xiaojing looked even more stunning than in her photos.
What stood out most was her air of refinement and elegance—a vibe that screamed "wealthy and sophisticated."
At that moment, the sound of brisk footsteps interrupted her thoughts.
Zhang Xiao let go of Ma Luoluo’s arm and jogged over enthusiastically.
“Qingli, when did you return from Britain?” he greeted warmly, his face lit with excitement.
Locking the car door, Ni Qingli glanced at him, her tone indifferent. “Just last week. What, out shopping with friends?”
“Yeah,” Zhang Xiao nodded eagerly, gesturing toward the two behind him. “That’s Luoluo, and the other one is Qingqing.”
It seemed he had no intention of elaborating, offering only a cursory introduction.
Ni Qingli barely acknowledged the two girls, giving them a polite nod.
Hearing her name, Tian Jing, who had been fiddling with her phone, looked up curiously, meeting Xu Qing’s wide, dark eyes.
Feeling flustered, Xu Qing quickly averted her gaze, grabbing Ma Luoluo’s arm for reassurance.
Her heart raced with a mix of anxiety and unease.
Xiaojing seemed even more formidable in reality than she had imagined.
Even Zhang Xiao, so flippant and casual earlier, was now utterly deferential, his previous cocky demeanor completely gone.
The group headed toward the elevators.
Zhang Xiao barely paid attention to his girlfriend anymore, sticking close to Ni Qingli and eagerly trying to make conversation.
But Ni Qingli showed little interest, occasionally responding with a word or two, focusing most of her attention on chatting with Tian Jing.
Watching their retreating figures, Xu Qing clenched her fists tightly.
That year at 24, I had a basement encounter with Xiaojing. Qingqing stood there like a lackey.
Online, Xiaojing was respectful and obedient, even seeking her advice.
But in real life, the gap in their social standing was painfully apparent.
Faced with a top-tier white rich beauty like her, Xu Qing felt as though she barely had the right to speak.
The elevator rose steadily, eventually stopping at the 6th floor.
As Xiaojing stepped out alongside them, Xu Qing felt a headache coming on.
Just then, a delighted voice called out, “Isn’t this the famous lawyer Qingqing? You finally decided to show up!”
Hearing her friend Xiaomei’s voice, Xu Qing’s heart skipped a beat.
She pretended to inspect the ceiling, feigning ignorance of the greeting.
“Xiaomei!” Ma Luoluo waved.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and Xiaomei darted forward, enveloping Xu Qing in a hug.
“Help me with my makeup later, okay? I’m going to cosplay Hu Tao!” Xiaomei giggled.
Xu Qing took a deep breath and grabbed Xiaomei’s hand, whispering, “Fine, fine, let’s go. I’ll do it right now!”
She dragged Xiaomei forward, her pace unusually quick.
The last thing she wanted was to linger any longer, fearing her cover might be blown.
Thankfully, Xiaojing wasn’t a sharp or suspicious person. Based on their online chats, she was a gullible little thing, unlikely to overthink.
After all, online, Xu Qing was a law firm partner and a media company shareholder.
Watching Xu Qing’s retreating figure, Tian Jing’s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
A lawyer, Qingqing, cosplay, and anime fandom?
What a coincidence!
“Well then, let’s catch up later. Don’t want to interrupt your outing. Bye!” Zhang Xiao waved and walked off with his girlfriend toward the cosplay experience center. Read full story at novel·fıre·net
“Bye,” Ni Qingli nodded, patting Tian Jing’s shoulder with a smile. “Finally some peace and quiet. That Zhang Xiao is really turning into his brother—once he starts talking, he just doesn’t stop.”
Tian Jing didn’t respond immediately. After a moment of contemplation, she said suddenly, “Qingli, could you ask Zhang Xiao to dig up some information about that girl named Qingqing? The more detailed, the better.”
“Oh?” Ni Qingli arched her slender brows. “Sure, no problem.”
She didn’t know why Tian Jing was interested in Qingqing, but it was a simple enough favor to fulfill.
Half an hour later.
In a tea shop, Ni Qingli handed her phone over.
“Here, Zhang Xiao sent the details.”
Tian Jing put down her cup and leaned forward, carefully reading through the messages.
It didn’t take her long to pick out key details:
Qingqing had first joined a legal services company, then recently moved to a media enterprise.
Tian Jing’s bright eyes sparkled as she matched this with information from her group chat.
In the chat group, everyone had adopted personas aligned with the 2D subculture, and no one would openly expose others’ stories.
For instance, Tian Jing (Xiaojing) played the role of a rookie HR just starting her career.
The most active member in the group was Qingqing, whose persona was that of an experienced career woman—a big-shot lawyer with a wealth of romantic stories to share.
Over time, even Tian Jing had come to believe it, just like the others.
However, after adding Qingqing as a friend recently and chatting one-on-one, Tian Jing had noticed some inconsistencies.
Qingqing often spoke ambiguously, her advice was questionable, and her behavior didn’t fully align with her supposed persona.
Then, the mention of Yan City University of Technology jumped out at her from the information.
If she remembered correctly, Tang Song was a student there.
Tian Jing’s thoughts quickly connected the dots: Qingqing’s description of her successful, gentle, and sunny boyfriend matched Tang Song perfectly—including his famous Heartthrob Hands.
No wonder her stories felt so immersive!
Not only did the physical description match, but even the personality was spot on.
Tian Jing’s small, rosy mouth opened wider and wider as excitement and curiosity flashed in her eyes.
Whoa! Qingqing, our boyfriends seem to be the same person!
Wait a minute. Qingqing has seen my date photos before, and even if it was just his hands, she’d definitely recognize who my boyfriend is!
So… does this mean she’s some kind of pervert?
Does she enjoy watching herself get NTR’d by someone else?
Hehe, how fascinating!