novelraw Chapter 329: Little Jing! You’re Such a Big Pervert!
Chapter 329: Little Jing! You’re Such a Big Pervert!
Saturday, July 29, 2023. Heavy Rain. 24–27°C.
In the darkness, Tang Song got out of bed.
Raindrops struck the glass window with a “pitter-patter,” the sound breaking the quiet night.
A coolness seeped through the glass, dispelling the last traces of summer’s oppressive heat.
Tang Song put on his glasses and looked up at the pitch-black sky.
【Current temperature: 24°C, north wind at 3–4 levels, relative humidity: 92%... Due to the continued northward movement of the typhoon’s remnants, Yan City will experience persistent heavy rain in the coming days...】
It seemed like going to the school for a workout wasn’t an option today.
Stretching, Tang Song’s gaze landed on the top of the wardrobe in his bedroom.
Jiang Yourong’s apartment was well-equipped with all kinds of things, even a yoga mat—which, although pink, she probably never used.
Walking over to the wardrobe, Tang Song stood on his tiptoes, grabbed the yoga mat’s drawstring, and pulled it down.As the yoga mat fell, a black drawstring bag came tumbling down with a “thud.”
Tang Song bent over to pick it up, intending to put it back, but the unusual texture piqued his curiosity, prompting him to take a quick glance inside.
His expression turned strange in an instant.
Inside the bag were several… massage toys of different sizes and power levels.
He hadn’t expected such an elegant and intellectual university professor to have such peculiar tastes.
Still, he could understand—after all, everyone had their needs.
From his trash-talking during basketball games, he had gathered plenty of interesting gossip. For instance, even Wen Ruan, that charming older sister, was said to frequently enjoy these little gadgets.
Under the effects of his Aura, Tang Song was practically in a “sage mode.”
Seeing the toys only gave him a fleeting moment of oddness before he returned to his usual composure.
He tossed Jiang Yourong’s “little gadgets” back on top of the wardrobe, grabbed the yoga mat, and headed to the balcony in the living room.
With Bluetooth earphones playing upbeat music, he began his disciplined workout.
Today marked the 14th day since the instance began, leaving only one more day before its conclusion.
At noon tomorrow, the Scholar Instance would officially end.
The past two weeks in the instance had been incredibly rewarding for him.
The books he had brought were fully absorbed. He had constructed a comprehensive knowledge system, significantly enhancing his analytical and cognitive abilities.
His English had improved to an exceptional level—listening, speaking, reading, and writing were smooth and flawless, with a shockingly large vocabulary.
He had even found time to pick up some Japanese, planning to visit Little Jing’s house sometime to tutor her.
And, of course, get her to dress in a JK uniform for some role-play fun.
"After-school private tutoring."
For the remaining day and a half, Tang Song planned to dedicate his energy to handling company affairs.
Lanfeng International Hotel, which he had recently taken over, and Huashang Fushi, where he served as a board member, had both accumulated a substantial workload.
In addition, there was the matter of Songmei Fashion.
After a week of fermentation, “He Yiyi” now had over 2 million fans, officially making her a top internet celebrity.
The ambitious female streamer was maintaining a daily live-stream schedule of five hours, with single-day sales exceeding 1.5 million at their peak.
Many brands were now reaching out to the company for collaboration deals, including some major fashion brands.
However, Tang Song was well aware that these brands were only interested in “He Yiyi’s” current popularity. Once the hype died down, the company’s core capabilities would still be the deciding factor.
Product selection, inventory, warehousing, logistics—these were the primary constraints limiting “He Yiyi’s” growth at the moment.
Tang Song planned to use his Scholar state to draft a detailed plan addressing these issues.
…
Qian Lele slowly opened her sleepy eyes, finding the room shrouded in darkness.
Turning over, she grabbed her phone and checked the time—she shot up from the bed in surprise.
It was already 6 a.m.!
The sound of rain “swooshing” outside her window caught her attention.
She turned on the bedroom light and shuffled over to the window in her slippers, gently pulling the curtain aside.
The sky outside was like a giant gray curtain, heavy and oppressive.
Raindrops raced down like broken strings of beads, leaving streaks on the glass.
Tomorrow evening was Ding Yao’s birthday party, marking the end of the dilemma that had troubled her for half a month.
Pulling open the desk drawer, Qian Lele carefully took out the glittering golden gift box inside, her eyes flickering with both nervousness and delight.
The gift was a pair of golden stud earrings with a candy-like design, weighing 2.1 grams. It had cost her 1,230 yuan.
Adding the 750-yuan little black dress to the mix, it had completely eaten into her budget for a new laptop, meaning her long-coveted computer would have to wait.
No matter what, she had done her best.
In her simple understanding, gold made the perfect gift—it was beautiful and could be exchanged for cash.
She didn’t have much money, and this was the best she could afford. She believed Ding Yao would definitely love it.
But the thought of mingling with Ding Yao’s wealthy friends filled her with unease and nervousness.
Taking a deep breath, Qian Lele carefully put the gift box back in the drawer.
She opened the door and stepped out.
From the living room came the rhythmic sound of footsteps, accompanied by slightly heavy breathing.
Walking forward and rounding the corner, she saw Tang Song on the balcony, working out with intensity.
Outside the window, the rain blurred and distorted the view.
The light fell on him, outlining his tall and well-defined figure.
His workout clothes moved with him, revealing solid, muscular contours beneath—broad shoulders, a lean waist, and smooth, powerful legs.
His entire being radiated a strong, masculine energy.
Qian Lele watched for a while, her heartbeat quickening. Her face flushed as she hurriedly looked away.
Deep down, she greatly admired Tang Song.
In the ten-plus days she had spent here, Qian Lele had observed Tang Song’s unwavering discipline. He worked out diligently every morning and evening, maintained a highly regular diet and sleep schedule, and devoted most of his remaining time to studying without a trace of laziness.
His knowledge was vast. Anytime she encountered confusion, he could always provide a precise answer.
It could be said that among everyone she had ever met, Tang Song was the most hardworking, proactive, and persistent individual.
He exuded endless energy and passion, which deeply inspired her.
Yes, life was tough, full of its own share of worries, but Tang Song’s presence made her believe that anything was possible in the future—a future brimming with hope.
“Morning, Brother Song!” Qian Lele greeted with a bright smile, waving gently.
Tang Song paused his movements. “Good morning, Lele. The rain’s really heavy today. Are you still planning to go to work at the café?”
“Yes, I am,” Qian Lele nodded. “Last night, Baker Zhao mentioned that she wasn’t feeling well and would take the day off, so I have to cover for her.”
She suspected that Sister Zhao, known for her calculating nature, had likely seen the forecast for today’s downpour and decided to avoid the hassle. Still, living nearby, Lele felt it was only fair for her to step in.
The two chatted casually on the balcony, the sound of rain providing a steady rhythm in the background. After a while, Qian Lele began humming a tune as she walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
Ever since she learned about Tang Song’s unusual pairing of steamed buns with spicy sticks, she had voluntarily taken on the task of preparing their meals.
The ingredients primarily consisted of near-expiry bread and cakes from the café and discounted fruits and vegetables from the supermarket.
Having grown up as a responsible child who often helped her parents with cleaning and cooking, she had developed basic baking skills, which allowed her to handle her part-time job as a baker with ease.
After a delicious and healthy breakfast, Qian Lele cleaned the kitchen, freshened up quickly, and sat before the mirror to comb her hair.
After a moment of hesitation, she pulled out a tube of lipstick and applied it clumsily.
She admired herself in the mirror for a bit, blushing slightly, before heading out.
Grabbing her umbrella, she knocked lightly on the master bedroom door and said softly, “Brother Song, I’m heading to work now. Bye-bye.”
Just as she was about to turn and leave, the door suddenly opened.
Tang Song stepped out, gesturing toward the pitch-black sky and the torrential rain outside. He smiled warmly. “The weather is really bad right now. It’s not safe on the road—I’ll walk you there.”
He had just used his Special Vision ability to scan the conditions outside.
With the typhoon's remnants passing through, rainfall was exceeding 70 millimeters per hour, causing severe flooding in the streets.
He figured it would be tough for Qian Lele to make it to work safely in such heavy rain.
Hearing his offer, Qian Lele’s grip on her umbrella tightened, and her heart fluttered nervously.
She knew Tang Song’s daily routine—he was usually fully immersed in his studies at this time. She hadn’t expected him to be so concerned about her.
“Oh, there’s no need, Brother Song. I can manage—I’ve dealt with this kind of weather before...”
“Let’s go, Lele,” Tang Song interrupted her with a gentle laugh. He walked to the entryway, took a large black umbrella off the hook, and opened the door without waiting for further protest.
Biting her lip, Qian Lele lowered her head and quickly followed after him.
The elevator descended slowly, bathed in soft lighting.
Standing beside Tang Song and gazing at his tall, upright profile, Qian Lele felt her cheeks flush again.
After a moment, she broke the silence with a crisp voice. “Thank you, Brother Song. I’m sorry to trouble you.”
“It’s no trouble,” Tang Song replied, turning his head slightly to flash her a handsome smile.
…
The sky was weighed down by thick, oppressive clouds, and large raindrops pelted the ground relentlessly.
The entire world seemed shrouded in a curtain of rain. In the distance, high-rise buildings appeared faint and ethereal, like the distant backdrop of a watercolor painting.
The constant “pitter-patter” of the rain filled the air.
The streets were blanketed with water, making walking slow and tedious.
Shoulder to shoulder, the two carefully navigated through the storm.
As they reached the gate of the apartment complex, Qian Lele turned to suggest that Tang Song head back. But before she could speak, a black sedan sped past, sending a spray of water flying toward them.
Instinctively, she shielded herself with her umbrella. A moment later, she felt a warm hand wrap around her waist, pulling her back several steps. The movement pulled her entirely out of the path of the spray.
Looking up, she saw Tang Song standing behind her.
His hair was damp from the rain but still neatly swept over his forehead. His deep-set eyes beneath his sharp brows radiated calm and steadiness.
His arm muscles were faintly taut as he held the umbrella firmly in place.
The warmth around her waist disappeared as Tang Song released his grip.
“Are you okay, Lele?” he asked with concern.
“I’m... I’m fine,” Qian Lele stammered, lowering her head in a flustered manner. “Thank you, Brother Song.”
“Come over here,” Tang Song said with a smile, patting her rain-speckled shoulder and gesturing to the side of the road.
Qian Lele fiddled nervously with her damp clothing and followed him, her face still flushed.
As they reached the roadside, a black Audi A4L with its hazard lights on pulled up smoothly and came to a stop.
Tang Song opened the rear door. “Get in. The café is more than a kilometer away from here. If you walk, you’ll be soaked.”
Qian Lele froze for a moment, wanting to protest, but she lowered her head instead and murmured, “Okay.”
Tang Song grinned and gently pulled her arm, raising his umbrella high to shield both of them from the rain.
Qian Lele quickly folded her umbrella and climbed into the backseat of the car, glancing at Tang Song’s handsome face. She whispered, “Thank you,” before shutting the door.
“Bye-bye.”
“Bye-bye.”
With a soft “thunk,” the door closed.
“Hello, welcome to Didi Chauffeur Service. Please fasten your seatbelt,” the formally dressed driver said with a friendly smile.
As the car began to move, Qian Lele obediently fastened her seatbelt, then turned to press her face against the window.
She stared blankly at Tang Song’s figure, which stood quietly in the rain, watching the car drive away.
Taking a deep breath, her heart suddenly felt a chaotic mix of emotions she couldn’t quite understand herself.
…
Yanjing Huating, Luxury Apartment.
“I’m done eating!” Tian Jing exclaimed, putting down her chopsticks and standing up to head back to her room.
“Jingjing, wait a moment! I need to talk to you about something,” her father, Tian Chengye, called out just as Tian Jing was about to head back to her room.
Rolling her eyes in exasperation, Tian Jing reluctantly sat back down. “Dad, don’t tell me this is about the company again?”
She was sharp enough to discern her father’s intent from his expression.
Tian Chengye cleared his throat. “Jingjing, I’ve arranged for you to take on the position of Salary Supervisor at Jinxiu Commerce. Do you know what that means?”
“Of course I do. It’s to fully understand the company’s departments and roles, hone my communication and coordination skills, develop leadership abilities, build connections, and grasp the intricacies of internal conflicts…”
Tian Jing rattled off her father’s words fluently, cutting off his speech entirely.
Tian Chengye’s eyelid twitched as he spoke earnestly. “Jinxiu Commerce is currently undergoing a transition into a joint-stock company. Its future development prospects are excellent, and the chances of it going public are high. I hope you can earn a spot in the decision-making team one day. I can pave the way for you to some extent, but you’ll need to perform well.”
“Just ask around the company—whenever someone hears my little Jing’s name, they give a big thumbs-up!”
Tian Chengye shook his head. “But right now, you’re way too passive. I need you to focus more on work, attend some high-level meetings, events, and gatherings, and show some drive and ambition.
“By the way, Smile Holdings headquarters will soon be selecting outstanding young employees from its subsidiaries to attend training in Beijing. Jinxiu Commerce has a few spots allocated, and I can try to secure one for you.”
With 7.5% ownership in the company, he wasn’t a minor shareholder anymore.
As a supervisor, he also had solid connections with members of the board.
“Hey, hey, hey! Old Tian, we had an agreement—you can’t force me to do things I don’t enjoy!” Tian Jing widened her eyes and pouted.
The meetings and events her father referred to were boring and tiresome, pure torture in her eyes. She had no interest in going, let alone traveling to Beijing.
Seeing her reluctance, Tian Chengye suddenly chuckled and said, “You know, this training program might give you the chance to meet Director Jin of Smile Holdings. Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”
“Ah?” Tian Jing’s bright, round eyes widened with excitement. “Nani!? Director Jin?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Well… then I… I’ll think about it,” Tian Jing replied absentmindedly before heading back to her room, her mind now in turmoil.
As a diehard fan of the second dimension, Tian Jing had always admired and been curious about Jin Meixiao—a woman as flawless as an anime heroine.
She had an impeccable figure and stunning beauty and was notoriously low-profile.
The media hailed her as the most successful female entrepreneur of her time.
In Tian Jing’s mind, she had likened Director Jin to the anime character “Boa Hancock, the Empress.”
She desperately wanted to meet this “empress” of the business world in person.
Maybe she could even get an autograph and ask if Jin had any superpowers or if she could unleash “Conqueror’s Haki” like in the shows.
But on the other hand, if she went to Beijing, who knew how long the training would last?
It would definitely be boring, and it would make meeting up with Tang Song more inconvenient since she’d have to take the high-speed train back and forth.
Lying on her bed, Tian Jing wrestled with her thoughts for a long while but couldn’t make up her mind.
Frustrated, she tousled her hair and picked up her phone to scroll through short videos.
She then opened WeChat, intending to consult her friends.
Coincidentally, she saw in the Second Dimension’s Best Moments group that the lawyer bigwig, Qingqing, was bragging again.
Curious, Tian Jing tapped in to take a look, and her eyes instantly sparkled.
Goodness! Qingqing was once again roasting someone—this time, it was the male protagonist’s “Green Tea” coworker and a perverted, yandere, white-rich-beauty!
(⊙o⊙)…
Reading through the character descriptions and linking them to the previous storyline, Tian Jing’s large eyes blinked in realization.
Fair-skinned, C-cup, a pervert, and a second-generation rich kid…
She suddenly realized that Qingqing might actually be talking about her.
Since Qingqing worked at a short-drama company, could she be writing this into a script?
Wow! Was she actually becoming a part of the second dimension?!
“HAHAHAHA—”
The sound of Tian Jing’s silvery laughter rang out in her spacious bedroom.
After catching up on the group chat, Tian Jing’s face lit up with mischief as she opened Qingqing’s private chat window and excitedly sent her a message:
“Qingqing! Qingqing, big sis! I have something urgent to ask you!”
“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”
【Qingqing: “What’s up, Xiao Jing? I’m here.”】
Tian Jing flipped over onto her stomach and rapidly typed:
“I just discovered a huge secret. My boyfriend doesn’t just have me as his girlfriend!”
【Qingqing: “What?! So he’s a total scumbag? Are you asking me what to do? My advice: dump him immediately!”】
Tian Jing chuckled softly and replied:
“No, no! What I want to ask is, if I play with him and his other girlfriend together, will he turn into a pervert?”
Qingqing fell silent for a long moment.
Tian Jing quickly followed up:
“I was thinking—I could bring a small whip, pretend to fight with his other girlfriend, and let him use the whip on us both.”
Tian Jing: “We could also drive out to my friend’s family resort and book the whole place. Then we’d wear cosplay outfits and do role-playing in different locations.”
Her enthusiasm grew as she typed, and she sat up straight on the bed, continuing to “high-intensity output.”
The chat evolved entirely into her using “we,” casually pulling Qingqing into her wild scenarios. The descriptions read like scenes pulled straight out of h manga.
It was as if she was inviting Qingqing to join her for real.
On the other side of the chat, Qingqing’s CPU practically overheated, and she fell into complete silence, not even posting in the group anymore.
…
Tian Jing: “We could also travel to Japan, wear kimonos, and have our boyfriend role-play as a villain. We could play bondage games just like in the anime! His hands are so skillful; I’m sure it’d be fun. What do you think?”
Tian Jing: Kimono photo.jpg
“Buzz, buzz, buzz—”
【Qingqing: “Xiao Jing, you’ve gone too far! Your thoughts are extremely dangerous!”】
Tian Jing: “Don’t be mad, big sis Qingqing! It’s just a little hobby of mine. We’re both into the second dimension—you should understand, right? I hope we can have a candid exchange.”
【Qingqing: “Stop overthinking. Even if you have this idea, your boyfriend’s other girlfriend would never agree to it.”】
【Qingqing: “Sorry, Xiao Jing. I just got assigned a new case to work on. Let’s chat later, bye!”】
“Pfft—HAHAHAHA~”
Tian Jing burst into uncontrollable laughter, the sound ringing out melodiously in her room.
Seeing the message, Tian Jing burst out laughing, rolling on her bed in pure delight.
“Qingqing, you’re just too funny! You’re the one who made me out to be a yandere pervert in the group, hehehe!”
Outside the window, the rain poured even harder.
After rolling around in excitement for a while, Tian Jing eventually calmed down. She picked up her iPad from the bedside table, opened a colorful manga app, and eagerly began flipping through it, searching for more ideas involving “perverted fun.”
It was a pity that Tang Song was currently “in closed-door cultivation” (focused on his work), or she could’ve tested the waters and asked about his preferences—what kind of “fun” he might enjoy.
She used to think Tang Song was just a gentle and caring guy. Back when they worked together at the company, he had always left the impression of being steady and reserved.
But ever since she pieced together what had happened between him and Xu Qing, her imagination had been set loose. Bold ideas were now constantly popping into her head.
…
Beicheng Garden Residential Complex.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
“Damn it! Damn it, that evil woman, Little Jing!”
“She even wants to put on a tail and act like a little animal? How can she be this much of a pervert!”
Xu Qing furiously ruffled her hair, her face burning red.
Especially since Tian Jing had kept saying “we” over and over again—as if trying to include her directly. And to make matters worse, Tang Song had actually kissed her once.
The sense of immersion was far too strong!
If Little Jing found out about that kiss, would she actually make her crazy fantasies a reality?!
The thought sent a shiver down Xu Qing’s spine.
Even though Xu Qing had written countless “spicy” storylines and shared them in the group for inspiration, they had always been sweet and beautifully crafted.
Her hallmark style was pure elegance.
But the scenarios Little Jing described were more like a chaotic mudslide of insanity.
“No, no, no! I’m not even Tang Song’s girlfriend. Why am I freaking out?!”
She muttered to herself, but her heart remained restless.
After finishing a delicious breakfast, she had been eager to get to work on her writing, planning to share new storylines in the group for feedback and creative sparks.
But thanks to Little Jing’s interruption, her mind was now filled with messy, chaotic images, making it impossible to concentrate on writing.
Sitting in a daze, Xu Qing’s face grew redder and redder.
She adjusted her messy hair, put on her headphones, and began listening to music while trying to write her spicy manga scripts.
Honestly… letting the male and female leads indulge in a little playful mischief from time to time could be fun. Official source is NoveI[F]ire.net
But there was no way she’d ever include that crazy yandere Bai Jing in her stories!
As she wrote, Xu Qing’s body began to feel warmer and warmer, and she unconsciously rubbed her legs together.
Just then—
Ding-dong!
A message popped up.
【Little Jing: “Qingqing, big sis! So I was thinking, if my boyfriend’s other girlfriend refuses to join in, I could just bring my bestie instead. What do you think?”】
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Xu Qing clutched her head in agony, her entire body going numb.
Little Jing! You’re such a massive pervert!