novelraw Chapter 348: Little Jing’s Peculiar Hobby!
Chapter 348: Little Jing’s Peculiar Hobby!
On the Terrace.
The meticulously arranged table and chairs sat amidst lush greenery, with vines curling around the railings. Raindrops tapped lightly on the glass canopy overhead, creating a rhythmic patter. The terrace, overlooking the bustling commercial street, was alive with the sounds of pedestrians and car horns. Warm lighting added a cozy, ambient charm to the scene.
Click!
The sound of a camera shutter broke the serenity.
“How does it look?” Qi Wen handed her phone to Tian Jing, her tone filled with admiration. “Little Jing, your skin is flawless, and your face is so small. You don’t even need beauty filters—the original shot looks perfect!”
Qi Wen herself was moderately attractive. With careful grooming and stylish dressing, she could pass for a beauty. However, compared to Tian Jing, her goddess-like colleague, the gap was undeniable.
“Thanks for the compliment, Sister Wen.” Tian Jing grinned smugly, taking the phone and glancing at the photo, her eyes sparkling with delight.
The photo showed her lounging in a chair, cigarette in hand, surrounded by wisps of smoke. The blurred, dreamy background accentuated her pure, delicate beauty, creating a strikingly poetic image.
“This is perfect! Just send it to me on WeChat.”
“Done!” Qi Wen made an OK gesture before clinking glasses with Tian Jing. The tangy sweetness of their strawberry daiquiris blended perfectly with the rich aroma of rum, making for an indulgent sip.As the cigarette glowed briefly, Tian Jing took a gentle puff and then extinguished it with a decisive press.
“Why the sudden photo request?” Qi Wen asked curiously. “Didn’t you say your mom forbids you from smoking? What if she finds out?”
“Hehe,” Tian Jing chuckled mischievously. “The photo’s for my boyfriend. I’ll delete it later.”
She didn’t have an addiction to smoking. Many of her friends smoked, and out of curiosity and amusement, she occasionally joined in. For her, it was more about going with the flow. Even then, she only chose flavored cigarettes—typically strawberry—treating them more like a beverage to savor.
Blowing out a puff of smoke, Tian Jing excitedly picked up her phone and opened WeChat. She adored strawberry flavor and couldn’t help but wonder if Brother Tang Song liked “strawberries” too.
She clicked on Tang Song’s chat and blinked. Then, she typed:
“Tang Song, have you eaten yet? What are you up to now?”
Even though their relationship was that of a couple, Tian Jing rarely inquired about his whereabouts or updated him on her activities. She relished their ambiguous yet intimate dynamic, enjoying their occasional video calls and secretive rendezvous. It made life much more thrilling.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
Tang Song’s reply was nearly instant:
Tang Song: “I’m eating. What about you, Little Jing?”
Tian Jing smirked and shared the photo Qi Wen had just taken, adding:
“I’m having dinner with a friend. The restaurant’s ambiance and food are great tonight.”
After sending the message, she stared at her phone screen without blinking, eagerly awaiting his response.
Two days ago, she’d posted on a 2D forum: “How to subtly guide your boyfriend to satisfy your peculiar little hobby?” The replies had been a mixed bag, but the consensus was to slightly provoke him.
Suggestions included actions that would compel the boyfriend to assert dominance, such as chatting intimately with other guys, binge drinking with friends, ignoring his messages, or talking trash.
But Little Jing was a sweet, proper girl—she couldn’t possibly do such things!
So, she chose smoking.
She knew Tang Song didn’t smoke, so seeing her like this would definitely unsettle him. If he confronted her about it, she’d feign innocence and provoke him just a little, then obediently apologize. Maybe, just maybe, he’d punish her with a good spanking.
The mere thought made Tian Jing squirm slightly.
Some hobbies are embarrassing to admit, but they’re impossible to suppress.
With Tang Song, she always played the part of a cute, obedient girl. Admitting this outright would surely make him think she was a weirdo. So, she had to be subtle about it.
If this worked, she could “accidentally” let him catch her a few more times—with lingering smoke in her breath or a lighter in her purse. Who knows? Maybe frequent punishments would eventually become a habit.
When Tang Song didn’t reply immediately, Little Jing’s excitement grew—he must have an opinion about this!
Booth B34.
Tang Song glanced at the message on his phone and replied:
“You’re smoking again?”
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
Little Jing: “Yep, just relaxing a bit. I had a strawberry-flavored one. Maybe I’ll try blueberry next.”
Tang Song: “Smoking is bad for your health.”
Little Jing: “I just lit another one.”
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Tang Song looked up from his phone, his gaze landing on Tian Jing, who was sitting cross-legged, absorbed in her phone. He couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head.
Her personality was truly multifaceted.
At first, he’d thought of her as a demure and sweet girl who kept a polite distance from others, earning her the title of the company goddess. However, the more time they spent together, the more layers of her personality emerged—playful, mischievous, elegant, bold, and now, intriguingly cunning.
The goddess-turned-girlfriend was far more complex than he’d imagined.
“The view outside is beautiful,” Zhao Yuzhu suggested, pointing out the window. “Shall we head to the terrace and take some photos? They’d turn out great.”
Hu Jingjing whispered, “Tang Song, are you going?”
“I just noticed two friends having dinner on the terrace,” Tang Song said softly. “I’ll go say hi first.”
“Oh, you ran into friends? Go ahead, then.”
Tang Song nodded, clapped Yang Zihang on the shoulder, and left the booth, striding toward the terrace entrance.
When Tang Song reached the terrace, passing booth after booth, the sight of two familiar figures sitting in the corner caught his attention.
“Could Tang Song’s ‘friends’ be Miss Qi?” Zhao Yuzhu wondered aloud, startled.
“Not a chance,” Yang Zihang said skeptically. “It’s way too coincidental.”
But before he finished speaking, Qi Wen stood up from her seat and greeted Tang Song warmly, waving enthusiastically.
Zhao Yuzhu’s face turned red, her excitement barely contained as she gripped Yang Zihang’s arm.
“What’s going on?” Hu Jingjing asked in shock. “Zihang, does Tang Song know Miss Qi?”
“I… I don’t know…” Yang Zihang stammered, his disbelief evident.
Before they could process the scene, the girl sitting opposite Qi Wen suddenly stood up, accidentally toppling her chair.
Tian Jing slowly turned around, her pale face flushed red, her lips slightly parted in surprise.
Their eyes met.
Tang Song’s expression was somewhere between a smile and a smirk. Tian Jing stuck out her tongue playfully, then stood upright, tugging gently on his hand with a blush spreading across her cheeks.
Tian Jing fidgeted nervously, a mix of anticipation and embarrassment swirling inside her. Though caught red-handed, she felt a peculiar satisfaction.
“What kind of punishment will Brother Tang Song give me?” she wondered, a faint blush blooming on her face as she traced gentle patterns on his palm with her finger.
Tang Song lowered his head, his gaze shifting between the obedient, sweet girl before him and the alluring, indifferent figure she’d been moments ago while smoking.
Tang Song felt a subtle itch in his heart.
This charming and wealthy beauty’s little schemes were far more numerous than he’d imagined. Moreover, her boldness and shamelessness surpassed his expectations, making her even more unpredictable than Little Xue.
Leaning forward slightly, he brought his face close to hers and sniffed gently.
A faint mix of tobacco and the light, elegant fragrance of her high-end perfume greeted him. It was an unexpectedly pleasant combination.
His warm breath brushed against her skin.
Tian Jing let out a soft hum, her body shivering slightly. Tilting her head up, she kissed him lightly on the cheek, then looked at him innocently, as though waiting for his reaction.
Tang Song leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “Little Jing, smoking is bad for your health. And lying to me? That makes me very unhappy.”
Tian Jing blinked her wide eyes, responding in a deliberately rebellious and dramatic tone: “So, Brother Tang Song, what now? Do you want to punish me right here in front of everyone at the restaurant?”
She smiled faintly, her heart brimming with anticipation.
If public punishment isn’t an option, then please punish me in private—firmly and thoroughly.
Although… if you insist on doing it in front of everyone, that’s fine too…
Tang Song’s brow twitched slightly as he firmly patted her back and waist, his expression serious as he said in a low voice, “We’ll talk about this later.”
“Ah!” Tian Jing’s eyes trembled as her legs clamped together tightly.
Yes, just like this! Please, don’t go easy on me!
Tang Song bent down to pick up her fallen chair, then guided her to sit down.
Qi Wen watched the exchange with an amused expression.
These two were something else—they didn’t even know where the other was dining. Normally, couples in love would be constantly messaging or calling, desperate to stay connected 24/7.
But considering Tian Jing’s personality, Qi Wen found it understandable. This seemingly sweet and obedient younger colleague had a lively and clever inner world, filled with unpredictable mischief.
“Congratulations, Tang Song. I heard from the Channel Department that Songmei Fashion’s order volume has skyrocketed recently,” Qi Wen remarked.
Tang Song smiled and nodded. “We were lucky to ride a wave of high traffic.”
“Luck is also a part of ability. With Songmei Fashion’s success, you’re definitely one of the leading brands in Yan City. I wish you continued explosive sales!”
“I’ll take your kind words to heart,” Tang Song replied, lifting a glass of juice from in front of Tian Jing and clinking it with her glass before taking a sip.
“Try this, Tang Song,” Tian Jing said sweetly, carefully picking up a piece of pan-seared meat topped with bonito flakes and holding it out to him. “It’s perfectly seasoned, slightly spicy, and deliciously savory.”
Tang Song wrapped an arm lightly around her slim waist and leaned in to take a bite.
The cool, damp evening breeze on the terrace, the delightful texture of Tian Jing’s soft body against him, and the rich, flavorful meat filled his senses with satisfaction.
The trio chatted briefly about the restaurant’s décor and ambiance before Qi Wen casually asked, “Were you dining with friends today?”
“Yes, with my cousin, his wife, and one of their colleagues. We’re seated in one of the booths inside.”
Hearing this, Tian Jing smiled and asked, “Should I go over and say hello?”
Before Tang Song could reply, a cheerful voice called out from behind them.
“Xiao Song, what’s going on here? When did you find such a gorgeous girlfriend?”
Tang Song turned to see Yang Zihang approaching. Rising to his feet, he introduced him. “This is my cousin, Yang Zihang.”
Tian Jing immediately stood up as well, greeting him sweetly, “Hello, Cousin Zihang. I’m Tian Jing.”
“Hello, hello!” Yang Zihang said nervously, rubbing his hands together.
Seeing her up close, her beauty and charm were even more striking. It was also apparent that she had a close relationship with Qi Wen, who was, after all, the daughter of their company chairman. It was highly likely that Tian Jing came from a similarly prestigious background.
Yang Zihang couldn’t help but marvel at his cousin’s incredible luck in finding such an extraordinary girlfriend.
“Hello, I’m Qi Wen,” Qi Wen said with a polite smile, her eyes flashing with a hint of mischief. “We’ve met before, haven’t we? When you were with Secretary Li. Cousin Zihang, you work for the company too?”
Yang Zihang’s heart skipped a beat, and his face reddened slightly as he worked to maintain composure. “Yes, I’m a video editor in the New Media Operations Department. I’ve been with the company for over six years.”
Tang Song raised an eyebrow. “You two know each other?”
Qi Wen explained, “My father also works for Yan Provincial Cultural and Tourism Investment Group. We’re dining here today because his secretary helped make the arrangements, and I happened to run into Cousin Zihang and his colleagues on the way.”
“I see,” Tang Song said thoughtfully.
Hearing “Yan Provincial Cultural and Tourism Investment Group” triggered something in Tang Song’s memory. During a team-building event at a bar, Tian Jing had briefly mentioned a high-ranking state enterprise executive. He hadn’t remembered the exact name, but now it all clicked—this was the group she’d mentioned.
He’d seen this company’s name repeatedly while working on the Yan Nan Short Drama Base project.
The group was the driving force behind the project, aiming to transform the regional economic structure and boost local competitiveness. It was also a key component of the “Yan City Cultural Tourism” initiative.
If the drama base succeeded, it would significantly enhance local employment and economic activity.
The Hanting Group’s ability to acquire the land at a low price and secure government approvals with ease was undoubtedly due to the Cultural and Tourism Investment Group’s influence.
Tang Song had remained cautious about the project, knowing how deep the waters ran. Now, understanding that the group’s chairman was Qi Wen’s father, everything suddenly fell into place. This connection could be the key to tying the entire investment deal together and resolving the drama base’s current challenges.
Not only would it be a major political and social coup, but it could also substantially elevate Tang Song’s system-assigned charm rating.
As Tang Song was lost in thought, hurried footsteps approached from behind. Zhao Yuzhu and Hu Jingjing arrived, breathless.
Tang Song quickly introduced them.
Zhao Yuzhu took a deep breath and greeted Qi Wen warmly. “Hello, I’m an Administrative Specialist from the General Office. Our leadership has mentioned you before, Miss Qi. It’s an honor to meet you today.”
“Hello, Miss Qi. I’m Hu Jingjing from the Legal Audit Department,” Hu Jingjing added.
Qi Wen responded graciously, “Just call me Qi Wen—no need to be so formal.”
“Sure!” Zhao Yuzhu nodded eagerly, having deliberately mentioned her department to acknowledge Qi Wen’s status. There was no point in playing coy with someone so far above their level.
Sometimes, being direct was the smartest move.
In the System, Who Doesn’t Have Ambition?
Everyone in this structure harbors some degree of aspiration, but lacking connections and a clear path forward often leaves them stuck. Now, faced with such an incredible opportunity, how could they not seize it tightly?
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhao Yuzhu turned to Tian Jing with a smile.
“Tang Song, is this your girlfriend? She’s gorgeous!”
Tian Jing smiled politely, the corners of her mouth curving upward. “Hello, Sister Yuzhu. I’m Tian Jing. You can just call me Little Jing.”
Next to her, Hu Jingjing, who had been tense the whole time, froze in shock. Suddenly, a flash of recognition lit up her mind.
Little Jing—cool-toned pale skin, a wealthy second-generation beauty, sweet and demure with straight black hair and bangs, and a delicate, slender figure…
This… holy crap!
Wasn’t this “Bai Jing”?!
She was almost identical to the second female lead in Wrong Room, Found a Bossy CEO! Even their names were nearly identical!
The overwhelming sense of déjà vu made Hu Jingjing tremble with excitement.
Then she glanced at Tang Song.
Good heavens… unbelievable!
For a moment, she almost believed she had been transported into a novel herself!
If only Xu Yanqing or Liu Ruyan were here to complete the scene!
After some more casual chatter, Zhao Yuzhu suggested they leave and brought Yang Zihang and Hu Jingjing back to their booth.
At 9 PM, the group exited the Jinshi Restaurant and bid each other goodbye.
Before parting, Tian Jing leaned close to Zhao Yuzhu, whispering something that made the latter’s face flush red with excitement, her body trembling slightly.
The door of the Mercedes S-Class closed with a firm thud.
Tian Jing fastened her seatbelt and sat in the passenger seat, her wide, sparkling eyes fixed on Tang Song.
Their gazes met, and no words were needed.
Tang Song exhaled deeply, leaning toward her. His lips found hers, savoring her softness.
“Mmh…” Tian Jing’s eyes fluttered as she eagerly responded.
Moments later, her eyes widened, and her breathing quickened. Though she thoroughly enjoyed it, she still felt a pang of regret.
Sigh, Tang Song is just too gentle, always so careful of my feelings.
After a while, Tang Song reluctantly let go, gazing at her exquisite face. He chuckled, “By the way, what did you whisper to my cousin’s wife earlier?”
“Oh, nothing much.” Tian Jing brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and lowered her head slightly.
Tang Song leaned in, his tone turning serious. “Little Jing, why do I feel like you’re extra mischievous today? First, you lied about smoking, and now you’re dodging my questions.”
“Oh? Am I?” Tian Jing tilted her delicate face, feigning nonchalance. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
“This behavior isn’t good at all.” Tang Song pinched her cheek gently.
Tian Jing’s body trembled slightly. “What now, Brother Tang Song? Are you thinking of punishing me? Heh, I’m not scared.”
Click! Tang Song unfastened her seatbelt, his tone firm. “Turn around.”
“Ah!” Tian Jing gasped, her face turning beet red. “This…”
In the dimly lit car, Tian Jing obediently adjusted her seat backward and turned around, resting her head on the headrest.
Her sleek black skirt hugged her curves, accentuating a perfect silhouette.
“Brother Tang Song, I know I was wrong! Go ahead and punish me! No matter how hard you do it, I won’t resist! Waaaah~”
Tang Song’s eyelid twitched as he raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then brought it down.
“Brother Tang Song! I’m sorry!” Tian Jing cried out. “I just told Sister Yuzhu to ask Qi Wen to look out for them in the future. And I shouldn’t have smoked. I won’t do it again!” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fire.net
As she clung to the seatback, a voice inside her head screamed gleefully: Finally! It’s happening! It’s even better than I imagined!
Gradually, Tang Song’s efforts grew more deliberate.
In the quiet car, Tian Jing’s sweet and slightly quivering voice echoed.
“Sumimasen (I’m sorry)!”
“Sumimasen!”
A while later, Tian Jing sat slumped, her energy utterly drained.
Tang Song glanced at her, a newfound certainty settling in his mind.
His girlfriend definitely had some unique interests. As for how deep they ran… that would take time to uncover.