novelraw Chapter 332: Cinderella's Invitation
Chapter 332: Cinderella's Invitation
Heat, amazement, jealousy, astonishment...
Feeling the gazes cast her way, Lin Muxue was instantly filled with delight.
The corners of her lips curved up in satisfaction.
Over the past few days, driving her Porsche 911, she had become quite familiar with this feeling.
Her gaze then shifted toward Tang Song, who stood there calmly, a flicker of doubt flashing across her face.
His slightly unkempt hair, messy due to its length, and his rather plain, borderline "cheap" attire were hard for her to look at directly.
Of course, even so, he was still incredibly handsome!
At least in her heart, Tang Song was the pinnacle of attractiveness.
After all, he had arranged a job for her with an annual salary of a million yuan and had gifted her a 2-million-yuan Porsche.
Calling him "Daddy" wouldn’t even feel like too much!Noticing the girl standing beside him, Lin Muxue’s eyes subtly narrowed, and a faint sense of rivalry sparkled in her pupils.
Her sharp gaze swept up and down.
A COACH box-shaped shoulder bag: 1,500 yuan.A Chinese-style blouse from LILY: no more than 400 yuan.The pants? No discernible brand—likely just a few hundred yuan.Her figure and looks barely passed, but compared to Lin Muxue? Not even close!
In summary, a non-threatening level-5 nobody.
Feeling the weight of Lin Muxue’s gaze, Li Ping’s lips twitched slightly, and an enormous pressure surged in her chest.
Her emotions were complicated—there was natural unease from competitive instincts, but above all, she felt envious and jealous.
“Bang—” The car door shut with a casual flick.
Lin Muxue raised her chin slightly and strode forward with her long legs.
Her steps were light and elegant, her nude-colored heels clicking rhythmically, the sound echoing in the quiet underground garage.
Her gaze radiated with confidence and charm.
When it came to exuding poise and playing up her image, Lin Muxue had her own method.
Especially now, after half a month of not seeing Tang Song, the "Emperor Muxue" in her had awakened, ambitious as ever.
She fantasized about leaving a new impression on him, firmly cementing her image as a financial elite and a sophisticated city beauty.
After all, when they first met, that was exactly the image she portrayed.
Otherwise, if she always ended up "drawing maps" (getting sweaty) and acting like a sprinkler system, her classiness would hit rock bottom!
As she approached, a refreshing floral scent mixed with warm woody notes wafted through the air.
Her delicate and striking features, tall and sexy figure, smooth and radiant skin, and slightly bouncing hair strands—it was enough to make anyone’s heart race.
Han Xiaoyang nervously bit his lip, instinctively shifting to the side while sneaking glances at this "Porsche beauty."
Women like this were rare in real life, let alone standing this close. It felt like she was from a completely different world.
Even through the filter of his "white moonlight" (idealized love), he couldn’t deny she was much more attractive than Li Ping.
Particularly the confident, aggressive aura of a city elite—it was incredibly captivating.
Just as his thoughts wandered, Lin Muxue stopped right in front of Tang Song.
Standing tall and straight, her hands fell naturally to her sides as she flashed a beautiful smile.
In a low, distinctive voice, she greeted, “Tang Song, good evening. You’re here.”
On the surface, she tried hard to maintain a persona of elegance and intellect.
But deep inside, Lin Muxue was screaming with joy: "Tang Song! Hurry up and compliment me! The Emperor Muxue is here to conquer you! Hahaha!"
Hearing her speak, both Li Ping and Han Xiaoyang froze, staring at Tang Song in shock.
It took them a moment to process the scene.
“Good evening.” Tang Song exhaled, his tone carrying a hint of fatigue.
Lin Muxue’s heart skipped a beat. She stepped forward slightly, her voice tinged with concern.
“Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?”
In her memory, Tang Song was always brimming with energy and radiating vitality.
But now, he seemed tired and listless.
Tang Song shook his head gently. “I’m fine, just a little tired. I’ll be okay after some rest.”
After finishing lunch and just completing the Scholar Instance, he truly felt a bit drained.
Lin Muxue quickly replied, “Then get in the car and rest for a bit.”
Hearing their exchange, Li Ping’s eyes widened in an instant.
She finally realized that this woman was the "friend" Tang Song had mentioned would be picking him up.
Moreover, judging by their interaction, the two seemed to share an unusual bond.
At the very least, this woman clearly cared deeply about him.
But no matter how she looked at them, they didn’t seem like people from the same world.
Driving a Porsche 911, dressed in Chanel, wearing an expensive watch, and exuding the quintessential "elite heiress" vibe—this woman was the textbook definition of a White Rich Beauty.
Meanwhile, Tang Song’s outfit was at the complete opposite end of the spectrum.
Tang Song chuckled and patted Han Xiaoyang on the shoulder. “This is my high school classmate, Han Xiaoyang. Let’s drop him off at his school first, then we’ll head to the mall.”
Lin Muxue nodded quickly. “Alright, got it.”
Han Xiaoyang jolted, snapping out of his daze.
He stammered, “Th-thanks. Uh, Tang Song, is this your... friend?” Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novelfire(.)net
“Yeah. Her name’s Lin Muxue. You can just call her Xiaoxue.”
“Hello, Brother Han!” Lin Muxue gave a polite nod.
“H-Hello, hello.” Hearing how she addressed him, Han Xiaoyang’s face turned bright red, his gaze darting nervously, unsure of where to put his hands.
“This is Li Ping, also a high school classmate of mine.”
Finally hearing Tang Song introduce her, Lin Muxue confidently and gracefully locked eyes with Li Ping. “Hello, Sister Ping.”
Li Ping quickly looked away, her tone complicated as she replied, “Hello.”
Having completely dominated the interaction, Lin Muxue’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and a faint, triumphant smile played on her lips.
“Let’s get in the car, then.”
“Mm.”
Taking the umbrella from Tang Song’s hand and lightly tugging his arm, Lin Muxue quickly opened the door to the Porsche 911’s passenger seat.
“Tang Song, you sit here. Brother Han, you can get into the backseat through the driver’s side. The space is a bit tight, sorry for the inconvenience.”
“No problem, no problem,” Han Xiaoyang quickly waved it off. “I’m pretty slim; it won’t be an issue. Pingping, we’ll head off now. It’s raining hard, drive safely, okay? Bye-bye.”
“Bye-bye,” Li Ping muttered distractedly, her voice low.
Then, she watched as Tang Song got into the Porsche’s passenger seat, and Lin Muxue gently closed the door, acting so attentively that it almost seemed like she was his secretary or assistant.
Witnessing the scene with her own eyes, Li Ping’s expression grew incredibly complicated.
She tried hard to recall Tang Song’s behavior since their meeting.
The strongest impression he left was, of course, his outstanding appearance and physique, but aside from that, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about him.
The engine roared to life, and the Porsche 911 slowly drove away.
Its elegant body lines flickered in the interplay of light and shadow, emitting a cold metallic luster like a moving work of art.
…
“Brother Han, which school are you headed to?”
“Teachers’ University, Yan City Normal University. Just drop me off at the south gate—it’s inconvenient to register an external car inside.”
“Got it.” Lin Muxue pressed the accelerator and drove out of the underground garage.
“Pitter-patter—”
The sound of raindrops hitting the car echoed, creating a muffled noise.
In the backseat, Han Xiaoyang ran his hand over the luxurious interior, glancing at the stunning beauty in the driver’s seat and then at Tang Song, who was resting with his eyes closed.
He opened his mouth several times to speak but hesitated every time.
His mind was full of questions.
The car passed through the rain-drenched streets of Yan City, gradually approaching the south gate of the Teachers’ University.
Han Xiaoyang picked up his umbrella, his voice a little nervous. “You can pull over ahead. Thanks for taking the trouble to drop me off.”
Tang Song opened his eyes and smiled, “Don’t be so polite. You treated us to lunch earlier—next time, it’ll be my treat.”
“Mm, mm, okay.”
Before getting out of the car, Han Xiaoyang glanced at the quiet Lin Muxue and couldn’t hold back his curiosity.
“Tang Song, how did you and Xiaoxue… meet?”
He felt that if he didn’t ask, he’d probably be sleepless tonight.
Such an exceptional beauty, driving a sports car, was actually Tang Song’s friend and even treated him so well.
As a seasoned admirer and pursuer, Han Xiaoyang couldn’t help but feel an odd illusion—almost as if Lin Muxue was the one fawning over Tang Song.
Hearing the question, Tang Song blinked and answered honestly, “I approached her first and asked for her WeChat.”
“Uh… really…” Han Xiaoyang’s mouth twitched.
Was it really that simple?
Sitting in the driver’s seat, Lin Muxue pulled the car to a stop by the curb, her gaze momentarily distant.
This was a deeply painful memory for her. Every time she thought about it, she wanted to slap herself.
At the time, she had deliberately ignored his advances.
Later, when she learned about Zhao Yaqian’s trust fund benefits and saw Tang Song’s Bentley, she immediately changed her attitude.
With Tang Song’s level of intelligence and emotional insight, he must have seen through her little schemes.
Biting her lower lip, Lin Muxue forced a casual tone. “Haha, it’s my honor, actually. In fact, my current job is being Tang Song’s assistant, and I really treasure this opportunity.”
“Assistant!?” Han Xiaoyang’s mind buzzed.
“Mm-hmm.” Lin Muxue opened the driver’s door and shifted the seat forward slightly. “Brother Han, we’re here.”
Han Xiaoyang murmured an “oh,” not even sure how he got out of the car.
By the time he came to his senses, he was standing on the sidewalk, holding his umbrella.
The sound of Tang Song and Lin Muxue saying goodbye echoed in his ears.
“Bye-bye.”
He instinctively replied, watching as the car slowly drove away.
…
Inside the quiet car, Lin Muxue asked softly, “Tang Song, if you’re really tired, how about I drive us straight to my apartment? You can sleep for a bit there.”
“I’m fine,” Tang Song glanced at her. “Just head to Xingyue City. I’ll lean back and take a nap.”
It would take over 20 minutes to reach the city center’s Xingyue City from here.
With the 【Heartthrob Aura (LV4)】, he could easily take a power nap.
“Alright then.” A flicker of disappointment flashed in Lin Muxue’s eyes.
She had extended an obvious invitation to her apartment, but unfortunately, he declined.
Sigh…
Dating life wasn’t easy—Xiaoxue could only lament her misfortune.
Turning the steering wheel, the car slowly merged onto the main road.
Lin Muxue lightly pressed the gas pedal and suddenly felt a warm, smooth sensation on her thigh.
A hand gently slid up and down before coming to rest, softly grasping her long, fair leg.
Lowering her head slightly, her face flushed with both joy and shyness, a rosy hue spreading across her cheeks.
“Focus on driving. I’m going to sleep,” Tang Song muttered as he exhaled, slowly closing his eyes.
The smooth, elastic skin beneath his touch felt like silk, cool and slippery at first.
As he continued to caress it, the warmth from Xiaoxue’s body gradually radiated through, creating a striking contrast that filled Tang Song with a peculiar sense of relaxation.
At some point, the hand on her leg stopped moving altogether.
Lin Muxue licked her lips, her driving speed gradually slowing.
It was raining outside, and, well, Muxue’s heart wasn’t exactly calm either.
…
Xingyue City.
When Tang Song opened his eyes, he found himself in the dimly lit underground parking lot. Everything around him was silent.
The air was filled with a refreshing fragrance, mingled with the high-end scent of Lin Muxue’s skincare products.
Tang Song sat up comfortably.
Thanks to the quality rest, he felt rejuvenated, his limbs lazily stretching out as every cell in his body seemed to release its tension.
His mind felt as if it had been rebooted—clear and sharp, with all traces of fatigue and fogginess wiped away.
Patting Lin Muxue’s thigh, Tang Song casually asked, “What time is it?”
“Exactly 2 o’clock. Tang Song, how are you feeling?” Lin Muxue’s voice trembled slightly.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, turned slightly to her, and grinned. “The feel’s not bad—I like it.”
“Uh…” Lin Muxue’s lips quivered slightly. She crossed her legs, pretending to be composed. “How’s your body feeling?”
Tang Song chuckled lightly, then unfastened his seatbelt with a casual motion.
Leaning forward, he firmly pressed his lips against hers.
In the quiet underground parking lot, under the faint glow of dim lights, Lin Muxue leaned back in her seat, her gaze unfocused, her emotions surging.
After a while, Tang Song reclined back into the passenger seat, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.
The instance was officially over—he could finally act as he pleased.
Lin Muxue was panting heavily, her face flushed red and burning hot, but she still forced herself to appear casual and natural. “Looks like you’re all recovered—full of energy now.”
“Haha, let’s go, Xiaoxue. Come with me to pick up some things.”
Tang Song opened the car door and stepped out without hesitation.
Lin Muxue quickly pulled a few tissues from the armrest box, tidying herself up before hurrying after him toward the elevator lobby.
…
The elevator stopped at the first floor of Xingyue City.
Walking into the luxurious shopping mall lobby, Lin Muxue asked softly, “What do you need to buy?”
Tang Song halted his steps, his smile faint. “I have a female friend who’s 20 years old and still in college. She’s going to a rich kid’s birthday party tonight, and I want to buy her a beautiful outfit. Price doesn’t matter.”
Lin Muxue’s gaze flickered, her heart trembling with a strange sensation.
She, too, had once been in a similar situation during her college years, but she hadn’t been as fortunate as this female student.
She had forced herself to try and integrate into the circle, only to be humiliated and hurt in the end.
After a moment of silence, Lin Muxue asked, “I see. Do you know her measurements?”
“Height: 170 cm, weight: 55 kg, shoulder width: 43 cm, bust: 84 cm, waist: 62 cm…”
Tang Song read off the stats he had observed using 【Special Vision】.
The more Lin Muxue listened, the more unnatural her expression became.
To know someone’s measurements so precisely, it was obvious that Tang Song and the girl shared a close relationship.
Most likely, she was another one of his women.
And yet, he so nonchalantly told her about it and even asked her to help pick out the clothes.
Clearly, he wasn’t particularly concerned about her feelings.
But that made sense—after all, she was just a casual fling.
“I got it. Her figure’s quite standard, so it’ll be easy to find something,” Lin Muxue said softly. “The Chanel boutique just got a new collection in—it’s perfect for girls her age.”
Seeing the emotions in Lin Muxue’s eyes, Tang Song smiled and patted her slim waist. “Let’s go, then. Also, pick something for yourself while we’re at it—consider it my gift to you.”
Lin Muxue froze for a moment, her face breaking into a radiant smile. “Thank you, Tang Song!”
Though she could occasionally afford such luxury goods now, this was different—it was a gift from Tang Song.
And that meant he cared about her feelings.
…
As a professional connoisseur of luxury fashion, Lin Muxue had an extremely keen eye for clothing.
She quickly picked out a suitable outfit for Tang Song’s friend and even modeled it for him herself.
A V-neck jacquard dress, a color-blocked cashmere scarf, matching Chanel-style open-back heels, and a double-C necklace.
The combination exuded a sophisticated girlish charm without appearing overly immature—perfectly “ethereal.”
It was indeed an ideal choice for a college girl like Qian Lele.
Afterward, with Tang Song’s approval, Lin Muxue also selected an extravagant autumn outfit she’d been eyeing for some time.
The total bill came to 180,000 yuan.
As they walked out of the boutique after checkout, Lin Muxue’s face glowed with a bright smile, her eyes shimmering with a misty sheen as she looked at Tang Song.
To her, money was truly the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Right now, she was very tempted to have an intense "physical confrontation" with Tang Song.
Back in the car, Lin Muxue’s gaze was soft and dewy as she asked, “Tang Song, what are we doing next?”
Tang Song ran a hand through his messy hair, smiling. “Getting a haircut.”
After using the 【Heartthrob’s Hair Conditioner】, his hair had grown rapidly.
The newly grown strands were jet black, thick, and incredibly strong—perfect for styling.
Though it still wasn’t as full as it could be, its overall appearance was vastly improved.
“How about heading to Isha Beauty Salon directly? I know a hairstylist there who’s really skilled.”
“Oh? Isn’t Isha Beauty Salon exclusively for female clients?”
"Men can enter, of course," Lin Muxue explained, "but usually, they can only wait in the lounge area. It’s mainly for those accompanying their partners. However, Qian Qian is about to become one of the salon's owners, and I’m a shareholder member, so we can go straight to a VIP suite."
"OK, let’s go." Tang Song nodded, then suddenly added, "By the way, let’s also arrange for a makeup artist. Leave the clothes in the suite, and I’ll bring that friend directly in the afternoon. She can do her makeup and change there."
Qian Lele always went bare-faced.
With such beautiful clothes, a completely natural look might feel a bit mismatched.
Since she didn’t know how to do makeup, it was best to handle everything in one place.
Tang Song’s lips curved slightly, and he found himself genuinely looking forward to seeing how Qian Lele would look after her transformation.
"Understood." Lin Muxue nodded, her gaze flickering slightly.
She was genuinely curious about what this college friend of Tang Song’s looked like.
…
Shimmer Coffee.
The bread in the oven gradually rose, exuding a mouthwatering aroma.
Delicate cupcakes took on an alluring golden hue.
Once the desserts were ready, Qian Lele carefully arranged them in batches in the front counter display.
Returning to the baking area, she washed her hands and softly asked, "Sister Zhao, I’ll be clocking out at 4 PM today. Is there anything else I need to finish?"
Zhao Hongxia chuckled warmly. "No, there aren’t many customers today anyway. What you’ve done is more than enough. Go ahead and leave when it’s time."
"Alright, thank you, Sister Zhao." Qian Lele grabbed a book from the shelf and had just sat down on a small stool when her phone buzzed in her pocket.
She pulled it out and glanced at the screen.
【Ding Yao: “Lele, are you free to talk now? I’ve got something to discuss.”】
Qian Lele quickly stood up and walked briskly to the staff locker room, sending Ding Yao a voice call invitation.
The call connected almost instantly.
Qian Lele lowered her voice. "Hey, Yao Yao, what’s up?"
"Hello, Lele! Good afternoon. First off, just a reminder that the birthday party starts at 7:30 PM tonight. Don’t forget to show up early, okay?"
"Mm, I know."
"You sound a little down. Are you feeling okay?"
"No, no, I’m fine… just a little nervous."
"Don’t be nervous!" Ding Yao comforted her. "Tonight’s my party, and I just want to take this opportunity to introduce you to some new friends."
Then, with a hint of surprise, she asked, "By the way, I called Zhang Haoyu today, and he told me you’re sharing an apartment with a guy?! Is that for real?"
Qian Lele pressed her lips together and gave a soft "Mm."
"Whoa!" Ding Yao exclaimed. "I thought Zhang Haoyu was joking, but it’s true?! Spill the details—what’s the deal?"
"It’s not what you think," Qian Lele quickly explained in a low voice.
"Oh? Is that so…" Ding Yao paused, then suddenly laughed. "We’ve known each other for almost two years, and this is the first time I’ve seen you so close with a guy. Judging by the way you’re talking, it sounds like you’re quite fond of this ‘Brother Song’!”
"Ah!" Qian Lele’s face instantly turned red and hot. "We’re just friends. Brother Song is a very, very nice person. You’ll understand if you ever interact with him."
"Hehe, now I’m even more curious." Ding Yao’s interest was piqued. "Tell you what, why don’t you invite him to the party tonight and introduce us?"
"No, no, no, that’s not appropriate."
"Why not? Isn’t he your good friend? Then he’s my friend too. Besides, there’ll be plenty of people at the party—one more won’t make a difference. And since you’re so nervous and shy, having someone you’re close with to talk to might help you feel more comfortable."
Hearing Ding Yao’s suggestion, Lele froze for a moment.
The mere thought of Tang Song accompanying her made her feel instantly less anxious.
Even if she couldn’t blend into the others’ circle, she could still chat with Tang Song.
About sketching, front-end coding, fruit tea, coffee, or baking…
It was a strange but reassuring sense of security.
In a small voice, Qian Lele said, "But he might be busy, so let’s not bother him."
She didn’t want to put Tang Song in an uncomfortable position.
Ding Yao, however, sounded exasperated. "You didn’t even ask—how do you know he’s busy? Our Lele is so adorable; I’m sure no one could refuse your sincere invitation. Alright, it’s settled. Ask him and let me know. Bye-bye!"
"Bye-bye."
Hanging up the phone, Qian Lele exhaled deeply.
She stared at Tang Song’s avatar in their WeChat chat window, lost in thought.
By the time she clocked out and returned home, Brother Song would probably have already left.
Memories of their shared moments over the past two weeks flooded her mind.
Almost unconsciously, she tapped on Tang Song’s avatar and hesitantly typed out a message:
"Brother Song, are you free tonight? It’s about my classmate’s birthday party."
"Thump-thump, thump-thump—"
Qian Lele could almost hear her own heartbeat.
A rush of heat surged to her head.
She clicked the send button with all her might.
Staring at the green speech bubble of her message, her mouth suddenly felt dry.
She couldn’t believe how much harder it was to send this message than it was to ask her family for money.