novelraw Chapter 337: Late-Night Talk Between Best Friends, Xiaoxue Takes Leave!
Chapter 337: Late-Night Talk Between Best Friends, Xiaoxue Takes Leave!
Yanjing Tiancheng, Large Flat.
"Brother Song said he's already on his way back. He should be here in about 20 minutes."
Zhao Yaqian put down her phone and stood up from the sofa.
Next to the platinum-accented artistic island counter, Lin Muxue licked her lips and smiled. "Haven't seen him for half a month, huh? Must've missed him to death?"
While speaking, she elegantly picked up the Macallan 18-year Sherry Oak and poured two glasses of whiskey.
Lifting one glass toward Zhao Yaqian, she grinned. "Come on, Qianqian, have a drink to spice things up. Here’s to wishing you a wonderful night."
The rhythmic click of high heels echoed off the floor as Zhao Yaqian approached. Taking the crystal-clear glass, she clinked it lightly with Lin Muxue's.
The chilled whiskey slid down her throat, rich and full-bodied, layered with complex yet harmonious flavors. It was divine.
Zhao Yaqian licked her lips and teased, "Don’t tell me you don’t miss him too? Otherwise, why tag along with me here?"
"Uh..." Lin Muxue froze for a moment, her expression slightly unnatural as she explained, "Tomorrow’s Monday. I’ve got a pile of work to report to Tang Song, including the investment decision for Isha Beauty.""Alright, I believe you," Zhao Yaqian pouted. Then, leaning in suddenly, she whispered, "Xiaoxue, be honest with me. Did you and Brother Song ever... you know?"
Ever since their last heart-to-heart, Zhao Yaqian had been curious, asking multiple times. However, Xiaoxue had always brushed her off without giving a clear answer.
In Zhao Yaqian's eyes, her financially savvy and cultured friend had always been elegant and poised—not the type to engage in reckless behavior. So, she couldn’t quite figure out the status of their relationship.
Lin Muxue's cheeks flushed slightly. After a moment of hesitation, she pretended to act nonchalant and said, "It’s true, but it’s not like you’re thinking. Let’s just call it a one-night stand."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Yaqian blinked in confusion.
"A one-night thing. We were a little tipsy and acted on impulse. But afterward… things got complicated."
Lin Muxue turned her head slightly to gaze at the city lights outside, trying to feign indifference.
After all, in the eyes of her beautician friend, she had a certain dignified image to uphold. She couldn’t let it slip.
And even though she maintained her composure well in front of Tang Song, the truth was, their current dynamic was closer to being friends with benefits. She certainly wouldn’t dare to claim the title of Tang Song’s girlfriend in front of Zhao Yaqian.
"A one-night stand?" Zhao Yaqian widened her eyes in surprise, then curiously asked, "How many boyfriends have you had? And how’s Brother Song’s... performance?"
"Huh?" Lin Muxue's eye twitched slightly. A little embarrassed, she replied, "I’ve never been that interested in relationships and have always been single. Tang Song was just... unexpected."
"So, he’s your first?"
"Mm. Qianqian, I really treat you like a true sister. No hard feelings at all."
Lin Muxue, who had spent a long time navigating social circles, knew well how friendships could crumble over men.
But Tang Song was different. He wasn’t just involved with Zhao Yaqian—there were other women, too. Her stance was more about assisting her beautician friend and standing by her side.
“Clink, clink~~”
The sound of glasses clinking occasionally rang out.
Leaning against the edge of the island counter, the two chatted in low voices while drinking. Before long, they had polished off a decent amount of whiskey.
Looking at Zhao Yaqian’s flushed cheeks, Lin Muxue couldn’t help but smile.
She had specifically brought this whiskey from her own apartment. The Sherry Oak, with its fresh citrus notes, perfectly matched Zhao Yaqian’s taste.
Of course, Lin Muxue would never have spent over 3,000 yuan on a bottle of whiskey herself. This one had been gifted to her by a friend, Zhang Xi, whose family worked in alcohol sales.
Since their last meeting, Zhang Xi had been unusually enthusiastic, gifting her several cases of high-end alcohol in hopes of gaining favor.
Lin Muxue had her reasons for bringing this bottle. If Qianqian drank enough to get tipsy, her performance with Tang Song might be affected. This, in turn, could give Lin Muxue a chance to seize the moment later in the evening.
"Xiaoxue, can I ask you something? Don’t get mad, okay?"
"Sure, darling. I promise I won’t get mad."
Zhao Yaqian leaned closer and whispered, "When you and Brother Song… you know, how long does he usually last?"
Clearly tipsy, her voice was soft and a little more uninhibited.
Lin Muxue’s mouth opened slightly in hesitation. After a moment, she answered, "Each time’s about half an hour, I think? I don’t really pay much attention to it. Honestly, that’s already pretty impressive. Some of my friends have boyfriends who barely last ten minutes—terrible."
Zhao Yaqian’s face lit up with pride. "Of course! Brother Song’s amazing. Oh, Xiaoxue, which position do you find most comfortable?"
Lin Muxue sipped her drink, lowering her gaze. "I’m pretty conservative and inexperienced, so it’s usually just the standard stuff."
Zhao Yaqian leaned closer, her voice quieter. "Does he ever make you talk dirty?"
She had only discussed such topics with her older cousin before. But with Xiaoxue, it felt different—like she might have deeper insight. And, of course, Xiaoxue had also been with Tang Song, so her curiosity got the better of her.
Biting her lip, Lin Muxue leaned in and whispered, "Yes."
"Wow!" Zhao Yaqian exclaimed, her mouth agape.
She found it hard to imagine someone as poised and intellectual as Lin Muxue calling Tang Song names like "daddy" or something equally provocative.
Excited, Zhao Yaqian pressed further. "What’s the dirtiest thing you’ve said?"
Lin Muxue adjusted her posture, adopting a composed and dignified demeanor. "I rarely say things like that. At most, I tell him to hurry up. It’s not what you’re imagining." Thɪs chapter is updated by novel·fire.net
Image—image must be preserved! Lin Muxue still had her pride to maintain!
"Come on, tell me! If you do, I’ll tell you mine."
"I don’t remember. Hey—stop tickling me! Haha!"
"Please, I really want to know!"
"Why don’t you tell me the dirty things you say to Tang Song first?"
...
“Click—”
The smart lock beeped as the front door opened.
Tang Song stepped into the home he hadn’t seen for half a month.
After switching into house slippers at the entryway closet, he strode toward the living room.
The sound of silver-bell laughter echoed in the air.
Then, as he turned the corner, he saw the two women playfully "wrestling" on the floor.
Hearing his footsteps, the two immediately stood up and turned to look at him.
"Ah! Brother Song, you’re back!"
Zhao Yaqian squealed with delight and darted toward him, throwing her arms around him.
A soft fragrance enveloped him as her warm figure pressed against his. Lips met briefly.
Tang Song’s eyes narrowed slightly, silently savoring the affection and enthusiasm of the beautician.
Wearing 9cm high heels, Zhao Yaqian had a tall and elegant figure. Her makeup was flawless, and she wore a sultry black silk mini-dress. Her wine-red hair was lush and glossy.
Her striking features, combined with her now-comfortable lifestyle, had given her an impeccable glow. Regular high-end skincare treatments kept her skin smooth and radiant, making her look like a model from a fashion magazine cover.
Noticing Tang Song’s gaze, Zhao Yaqian giggled, stepping back slightly.
Raising both arms in a ballet-like pose, she spun in a circle before him.
The stark contrast between her fair skin and the black spaghetti-strap dress highlighted her curves beautifully.
At that moment, she embodied the very essence of a dopamine-fueled girl.
Belonging entirely to her beautician, Zhao Yaqian was doing everything in her power to please him, which lifted Tang Song’s mood to the peak.
Tang Song stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her slender yet full waist. He planted a soft kiss on her cheek and whispered warmly, “You’re so beautiful. I’ve missed you, Qianqian.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yaqian’s eyes curved into crescents of joy. She immediately threw her arms around Tang Song’s neck and rested her head on his shoulder.
“I missed you too, Brother Song.”
Wearing sky-high heels, her long legs had to bend slightly, forming a graceful curve along with her shapely hips.
Then, Zhao Yaqian began chatting with him about the small details of her life over the past few days—whom she had met, where she had been, and updates on Isha Beauty’s situation.
Watching the two embrace so closely, Lin Muxue felt a pang of envy, almost to the point of tears.
This was what a real couple looked like!
When would Tang Song ever treat her this way? She didn’t dare to imagine how she might completely lose her composure if Tang Song ever held her and said, “I love you” or “I miss you.”
…
After a while, Tang Song leaned in and whispered something into the beautician’s ear.
Zhao Yaqian nodded, glanced discreetly at Lin Muxue, and walked toward the master bedroom.
Tang Song strolled over to the island counter, picked up the half-full glass of whiskey, and downed it in one go.
Lin Muxue quickly refilled his glass, her bright eyes fixed on him.
Tang Song sipped the whiskey and said calmly, “Xiaoxue, it’s getting late. Don’t leave tonight. Let’s talk about work tomorrow. Go to bed early, okay?”
“Alright, got it,” Lin Muxue replied, brushing aside the stray strands of hair on her forehead. “So, uh… which room should I sleep in?”
“The guest room. You’re more familiar with it,” he said.
Lin Muxue nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed.
The memory of the first night they had spent together in the guest room still lingered vividly in her mind. That night, the mess in the master bedroom had left her no choice but to share the guest bed with Tang Song. The thought of that night made her heartbeat quicken and her cheeks burn.
“Good night. Bye-bye.” Tang Song set down the glass and strode toward the master bedroom.
Watching his confident figure disappear into the hallway, Lin Muxue was left feeling uncertain and restless.
She had been looking forward to this for so long. After Tang Song’s teasing earlier in the day, the flames inside her were already burning fiercely. If she didn’t “get a taste,” she might not be able to sleep all night.
But she couldn’t just bring it up directly—that would be too awkward! It was enough to drive her crazy.
After spacing out in the living room for a while, she finished the whiskey Tang Song had left behind and then walked toward the guest room.
As she wandered down the spacious hallway, she suddenly heard loud, intense sounds coming from the master bedroom.
Lin Muxue froze, her heart trembling as she glanced toward the slightly ajar bedroom door.
He didn’t close the door!?
Tang Song…
Swallowing hard, Lin Muxue hesitated briefly before her curiosity got the better of her, and she walked toward the master bedroom.
Bright light spilled from the half-open door into the hallway.
Leaning against the bedroom door, Lin Muxue peeked inside. What she saw left her stunned.
Her legs turned weak, and she clung to the doorframe, trembling in fear and… something else.
She struggled to maintain her composed persona, while Zhao Yaqian had no such burdens.
The beautician’s raw, uninhibited emotions filled the room, her reactions exaggerated.
After what seemed like ages, the sounds grew hoarse and desperate. Pleas for mercy and cries of defeat spilled into the air.
Somewhere amidst the chaos, Lin Muxue thought she even heard her own name mentioned.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Muxue’s wide, tear-filled eyes remained fixed on the scene before her.
Soon enough, the beautician was completely spent, drained of all energy.
Tang Song lifted her from behind and turned to glance toward the door.
Startled, Lin Muxue let out a soft gasp and quickly retreated to the guest room.
“Bang!” She shut the door firmly behind her, her heart pounding like a drum.
Why didn’t he close the door? Was he trying to invite me in?
Qianqian is no match for me!
Ahhhh!
Would he burst in here in a moment and treat me the same way he treated Qianqian?
Biting her lip, Lin Muxue’s emotions spiraled to an intense high.
Sitting on the bed, she grabbed her phone and opened a document, trying to calm herself by reading:
“The company uses derivatives to hedge against price fluctuations…”
Her vocabulary was already strong enough, and her grammar mostly sound. Lately, she had been improving her professional skills by reading the company’s internal English research documents.
Oddly enough, in this situation, her memory, analytical ability, and understanding were at their peak. Inspiration struck, and she found herself fully immersed in her studies.
…
She had no idea how much time had passed when suddenly there was a soft, rhythmic knock on her door.
“Knock, knock, knock—”
Lin Muxue’s heart leapt, snapping her out of her study state. Her whole body trembled slightly with excitement.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Tang Song’s pleasant voice came from outside. “I can’t sleep. Mind chatting with me for a bit?”
Lin Muxue took a deep breath, tidied her clothes, and walked to the door.
Gripping the doorknob, she turned it slowly.
“Click—creak—”
The door opened softly, revealing Tang Song’s tall, striking figure.
He was dressed in loose shorts, his upper body bare. His physique was toned and full of vitality, clearly not affected by the so-called “post-activity fatigue.”
Lin Muxue struggled to maintain her composure. In a soft voice, she said, “I was just studying English, so I haven’t gone to bed yet. Come in.”
She raised her phone slightly to show she wasn’t lying.
Hold it together! I must maintain my image as a financial elite!
I’m not some crazed fangirl, and I definitely wasn’t spying on you and Qianqian earlier!
Tang Song nodded and walked into the guest room, casually closing the door behind him.
Standing before her, he looked at her with interest.
Even in this scenario, Lin Muxue was doing her best to appear graceful and composed. One hand rested lightly on her waist, her slender fingers slightly curved. The other hand hung casually at her side, the fingertips gently moving.
Her soft, flowy pants clung snugly to her figure, subtly outlining her shapely hips. Her slightly tilted chin and loose, tousled hair, paired with her upturned eyes, gave her an alluring and provocative air.
There was an effortless sensuality about her, a magnetism she didn’t seem to be fully aware of.
Tang Song couldn’t deny it—Xiaoxue had a knack for putting on a show, one that always stirred his desire to "train" her.
Leaning in close, he studied her delicate, refined features. A charming smile played on his lips as he said, “If I’m disturbing your studies, I should probably go.”
Lin Muxue almost lost her composure entirely.
You’re already in my room—do you really think you’re leaving now?!
“Well… since you’re here, you might as well stay for a bit. You’re not bothering me,” she replied.
Tang Song nodded and sat down on the soft bed, looking up at her.
Lin Muxue pressed her lips together tightly and walked to stand in front of him.
The sight of his defined abs and the overwhelming masculine presence made her mouth go dry.
“I, uh… Qianqian and I had quite a bit to drink earlier.”
"Mmm."
"I feel a bit dizzy now, and I can't seem to focus on studying. How about... we practice speaking in English? It counts as learning, right? My English has improved a lot recently—I can now have smooth conversations with my colleagues at work."
"Okay." Tang Song’s eyes glided over her figure, accentuated by her black form-fitting base layer. He smiled and asked, "Luna, a one-night stand beckons. Say yes or no."
Lin Muxue’s lips parted slightly, like a rose just beginning to bloom.
She replied with an air of elegance, "For a moment of indulgence, I say yes."
Tang Song leaned in, pressing his lips to her slender neck, inhaling the faint tea fragrance that lingered on her skin.
His warm breath caressed her, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
Lin Muxue’s eyes filled with misty passion, her response one of intoxicated allure.
Xiaoxue had always loved English, particularly when it came to practicing it in real-world scenarios.
Before long, the bedroom was filled with disjointed English phrases and words, echoing between pauses.
Much later.
Tears streaked Lin Muxue’s face as she cried out, "Tang Song, I... I need to take tomorrow off. Paid leave."
"Granted." Tang Song smiled and nodded, scooping her up into his arms again.
Outside, the sound of thunder rolled through the night sky.
After a long pause, the rain that had stopped earlier began falling again.
At first, it was a gentle drizzle, but soon it turned into a torrential downpour.
Raindrops drummed against the windows, creating crisp, rhythmic sounds that added a unique charm to the night.