novelraw Chapter 374: Secretary Jin’s Walk-In Closet
Chapter 374: Secretary Jin’s Walk-In Closet
August 12, 2023, Saturday, overcast, 24~32°C.
At 5 AM, Tang Song woke up from his sleep.
After a night of rest, under the effects of 【Heartthrob Aura (LV4)】 and Wen Ruan’s blessing buff, his body was in peak condition.
His energy was abundant, and his mind was clear.
Sitting up, he flashed a confident smile.
The phone on his bedside table lit up, and the notification of a bank deposit set the tone for a great start to the day.
He changed into a 【Unlimited Vigor】 sports outfit in his walk-in closet, took the elevator straight to the first floor, and stepped out of the front door.
The morning breeze carried a slight chill, refreshing and pleasant.
The summer greenery of Yanjing Huating was full of vitality, brimming with life.
Running, working out, posture correction, breakfast…After a serious shower, he carefully shaved with a manual razor.
Standing naked in front of the mirror, Tang Song examined himself.
His lips were red, his teeth white, and his smile dazzling.
His muscle definition was sharp and smooth—eight-pack abs, broad shoulders, narrow waist.
The reflection in the mirror was no longer the same person who had left Beijing—he had transformed completely.
He wondered what Bai Yueguang would think if she saw him now.
Stepping into his walk-in closet, Tang Song dressed in a carefully selected outfit:
A Hermès linen shirt in white and green—cool, comfortable, and exquisitely tailored.
Loro Piana cotton casual pants.
Gucci leather shoes.
These were all clothes picked out for him by Qian Qian—perfectly coordinated, exuding both luxury and business sophistication.
He fastened a Vacheron Constantin Overseas watch on his wrist, then picked up a pair of Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses, a gift from Wen Ruan.
Trying them on, he nodded in satisfaction.
In fact, a good portion of his wardrobe—clothing and accessories—had been gifts from Zhao Yaqian and Wen Ruan.
However, due to work, he rarely had the chance to wear anything too casual.
But this trip to Shenzhen was practically a beachside vacation, so naturally, he should dress more comfortably.
After checking his reflection one last time, he went over his travel essentials.
Once everything was confirmed, he closed his suitcase and checked the time.
[8:10 AM]
His flight was at 11:00 AM, so he still had plenty of time.
He walked over to the small bookshelf in his bedroom and pulled out a delicate, light blue notebook from the top shelf.
Opening to the first page, he saw the words "Meet at the Summit" written by Liu Qingning.
Her handwriting was just like her—confident, bold, and radiant.
After rereading it, he flipped further into the notebook.
Near the middle, there was a photograph of Liu Qingning.
The setting sun melted into an ocean of orange clouds.
Bai Yueguang stood on the school field, turning back to look at him.
It was taken on the evening after the college entrance exam—he had captured the moment on his phone.
Three years of high school had finally come to an end.
Knowing that he and Bai Yueguang would soon part ways, Tang Song had felt an unshakable sense of melancholy.
Even the joy of finishing the exam had been overshadowed.
Perhaps sensing his mood, Liu Qingning had taken him to the school field that evening.
She spoke softly, laying out plans for their future, advising him on choosing a university and major.
Tang Song’s slender fingers brushed over the photograph, his gaze filled with deep warmth.
Memories of the past flooded his mind.
He stared at the photo for a long time.
"Snap!"
Closing the notebook, he stepped onto the balcony.
Looking at the overcast sky outside, he raised his phone and took a picture.
He sent it to Liu Qingning with a message:
"What do you think about me flying over to see you right now?"
After sending the text, he dialed Liu Jiayi’s number.
"Old Seven, where are you now?"
There was a long pause on the other end, as if the nickname had caught her off guard.
Then she finally responded, "Already at Yanjing Tiancheng, ready to leave anytime."
"I’ll be right down."
"Got it, President Tang."
As he hung up, his phone chimed with a WeChat notification.
【Liu Qingning】: "(～•~) Sure! Then fly over here! But just so you know, there's local thunderstorm weather in Shenzhen today, so be careful and wear a helmet!"
【Liu Qingning】: (Covers mouth, laughing emoji)
Tang Song chuckled, grabbed his suitcase, and strode out.
Bai Yueguang, I’m not joking with you.
The only question is… can that tiny 1.5-meter bed of yours fit two people?
——
"Miss, your wontons are ready."
"Oh, okay! Thank you, boss."
Liu Qingning smiled as she put away her phone and started digging in.
Last night, she had only drunk some egg soup, and after an early morning workout of over half an hour, she was starving.
After finishing breakfast, she picked up another serving for Liu Shuang and headed back to her rental apartment.
Shenzhen’s summer air was both humid and stifling, but thankfully, today was overcast, so it wasn’t too hot.
Century Zhixue only had a one-day weekend, so even though it was Saturday, she still had work.
Besides, she was in the middle of transitioning her role, and now wasn’t the best time to take time off.
Pushing open the apartment door, she ran into Liu Shuang, who had just stepped out of the bathroom.
Liu Qingning waved the plastic bag in her hand.
"You're up? Eat it while it’s hot."
"Wow, thanks, babe!" Liu Shuang happily took the breakfast from her.
Seeing Liu Qingning’s flushed face and damp hair, she couldn't help but pinch her cheek.
"You're really something else. The humidity outside is almost 90%, and you're still out here working out? Just go to the gym instead!"
"No way. I’m only here for a couple more weeks. I’m not going to get a gym membership just for that."
"True." Liu Shuang nodded, then suddenly said, "By the way, you’re off tomorrow, right? Xiang Kai messaged me—he wants to have dinner with us tonight."
Liu Qingning looked up. "Did you tell him I’m quitting?"
Liu Shuang chuckled.
"Yeah, I mentioned it in passing. Since you’re getting forced out by capital, and he works in an investment firm, I thought he might have some advice.
Wouldn’t want you to get screwed over in the equity transfer.
"Of course, he’s probably also just curious about your future plans. We’re all friends, after all."
"Alright, I’ll go take a shower. I still have work later."
"Ugh, we have to work overtime this afternoon too—some last-minute bug showed up." Liu Shuang sighed, then added,
"Oh, and tomorrow, wanna hit the mall? You haven’t bought new clothes in a year!"
Liu Qingning shook her head firmly. "Nope. Let me lose a few more pounds first. Then we’ll go all out on a shopping spree!"
"Fine, fine, whatever you say." Liu Shuang shrugged helplessly.
—
After showering, blow-drying her hair, and doing a simple skincare routine, Liu Qingning changed into a casual outfit.
She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of her bedroom.
Passing by the full-length mirror, she stopped in her tracks.
Looking at her reflection, she carefully examined herself.
Then, with both hands, she lifted her full, heavy chest and sighed.
Ever since she gained weight, her waist had thickened, and even her bust seemed to have grown.
By her guess, she was now a solid E-cup.
No wonder she felt breathless lately—her bras were probably too tight.
Her fashion choices had also become much lazier: just a plain T-shirt and sweatpants, whatever was the most comfortable.
Compared to how she used to dress, she had really let herself go.
I have to slim down ASAP. Once I’m back in shape, I’ll go get myself some beautiful clothes.
By the end of August, she would officially leave Century Zhixue.
After packing up for a few days, she would be heading to Yan City.
There wasn’t much time left.
Yan City International Airport. A black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up at the curb.
From the driver’s seat, Liu Jiayi said in a low voice,
"President Tang, we’ve arrived."
"Hm."
Tang Song lowered his crossed leg and looked out at the airport.
This time, he had booked business class, and with a discount, the ticket was only 2,500 yuan—not bad.
In reality, most flights didn’t even have first class, so business class was the best option.
If he didn't count the memories from his dream instances, this was actually his first time flying.
Back in university, he was too busy to travel. After graduation, he was always working—either hustling for money or putting in overtime.
The farthest he ever traveled was between his hometown and Beijing, and a plane was never necessary.
"Click."
The backseat door swung open.
Liu Jiayi bent slightly, gesturing for him to step out.
Tang Song gave her a slight nod before getting out.
He wasn’t particularly used to being taken care of like this, but his driver was just too damn gorgeous and cool—he couldn’t complain.
Without hesitation, Liu Jiayi picked up his suitcase and led the way inside.
As they walked, they drew a fair share of attention.
Tang Song, however, maintained a faint smile, unfazed by the stares.
After completing check-in at the VIP counter, Liu Jiayi whispered,
"President Tang, have a safe flight. The pickup in Shenzhen has already been arranged. Once you exit the VIP corridor, you’ll see them."
"Thanks. See you later."
With a slight nod, Tang Song walked into the priority security lane.
Right after, he spotted the 'First-Class Lounge' sign—right next to Gate 26.
As he stepped inside, the lounge staff immediately stood to greet him.
After verifying his boarding pass and ticket, Tang Song settled onto a sofa in the reading area.
The lounge was spacious, with clearly divided sections.
He grabbed some fresh fruit and a drink, then picked up a copy of National Geographic and started flipping through it.
After about half an hour, a staff member approached him and said in a soft voice,
"Mr. Tang, your flight is ready for boarding. You may proceed now."
"Thank you."
Following the staff, he passed through Gate 26, boarded an exclusive shuttle, and was among the first passengers on the plane.
No waiting, no crowds—definitely a premium experience.
Settling into his wide, comfortable seat, a flight attendant brought him a hot towel on a ceramic plate.
After a quick wipe of his hands, he sipped half a cup of lemon water.
Glancing at his phone, he saw multiple unread messages—all from his wings (loyal followers) asking about his flight.
After replying to each one, he switched to Airplane Mode.
Adjusting the reclining seat, he pulled out a biography, put on his headphones, and leaned back.
His fingers lightly brushed over the frame of his square glasses as he quietly immersed himself in his book.
Before long, the economy class passengers started boarding.
As they passed by, many unconsciously slowed their steps, their gazes lingering on him.
Sitting there with effortless elegance, immersed in his book, he seemed completely untouchable.
Some girls, originally eager to strike up a conversation, lost the nerve just seeing him.
A while later…
With a massive thrust, the plane accelerated.
Next came the sensation of weightlessness.
Tang Song lifted his gaze, watching as the city below grew smaller and smaller through the window.
2:00 PM. The plane landed on time at Shenzhen Bao’an International Airport.
He was among the first to retrieve his luggage and exit the VIP corridor.
Immediately, his eyes landed on a sign with his name:
【Honored "Mr. Tang Song," welcome to Shenzhen.】
After meeting with the airport pickup staff, he stepped out of the terminal and boarded a luxurious MPV.
As the vehicle glided onto the road, the vibrant Shenzhen skyline stretched out before him—modern high-rises seamlessly blending with lush greenery.
To his right, the endless sea shimmered, merging into the horizon.
Taking in the breathtaking view, he thought of the people he was about to meet—Bai Yueguang, and Secretary Jin’s house.
Anticipation welled up inside him.
Shenzhen Bay No.1, Tower 7, 30th Floor – Tangyi Precision Office "Liu Shuang, is the bug fixed?"
"Yeah, all done."
Liu Shuang pushed up her thick-rimmed glasses and flashed an OK sign.
"Great, let’s head out for a walk and grab some afternoon tea."
"Let’s go!"
Since it was Saturday, the office building was relatively empty.
Laughing and chatting, the two of them took the elevator down.
Just as they stepped out of the restricted access area—
"Ring, ring—"
A phone started ringing.
Liu Shuang pulled out her phone, glanced at the screen, and quickly answered, "Hello, Xiang Kai?"
"Ah, my bad! I got caught up in work and forgot to tell you—I already talked to Qingning, and we’re all set for dinner tonight."
"...Well, I really couldn’t talk her out of it. Let me put it this way—she already bought her plane ticket. You know how stubborn she is."
"Yeah, alright. Bye."
After hanging up, Liu Shuang sighed in frustration.
Xiang Kai was a college classmate of hers and Liu Qingning’s, but he came from a far wealthier background.
His father was an executive at an entertainment company, and his mother was a former actress, once a familiar face on television.
Both were members of high society.
Xiang Kai had inherited his mother’s stunning genes—tall, handsome, and with the aura of a celebrity.
On top of that, he was ambitious and well-planned.
After graduating, he first spent two years at a major new-energy company.
Later, leveraging family connections, he joined Juxing Huicui Investment Management, working as an investment analyst specializing in the new energy sector.
This was the same investment firm led by Su Yu, backed by a consortium of A-list celebrities as LPs.
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Today’s top-tier investment firms were increasingly specialized, focusing on industries like biopharmaceuticals, smart manufacturing, new energy, and semiconductors.
Having an industry background made a huge difference—allowing investors to deeply understand business models, product strengths, and technical advantages/disadvantages.
And let’s be real—without family connections, breaking into finance and investment was almost impossible.
Xiang Kai had every advantage.
Liu Shuang sometimes felt a twinge of envy toward her best friend.
Qingning didn’t realize how lucky she was.
Even in Shenzhen, she had people like Cheng Qingfeng and Xiang Kai silently admiring her.
But, beauty itself was a rare resource.
Coupled with her intelligence and talent, it was no surprise she attracted top-tier suitors.
At their university, girls at Liu Qingning’s level rarely graduated single—most were snatched up by elite second-gen heirs before they even left campus.
Yet despite all this, she still couldn’t let go of Tang Song.
Outside the Office Building As they stepped out of the office tower, Liu Shuang’s coworker, Guan Guan, noticed her sighing.
"What’s up? You look troubled."
"It’s about a friend."
Liu Shuang paused, then suddenly turned to her and asked,
"Hey, Guan Guan, did you ever have a crush in high school?"
"Why are you asking that all of a sudden?"
"Just answer me! I’m really curious."
Guan Guan thought for a moment, then smiled faintly.
"Of course. High school was such a wonderful time."
Liu Shuang blinked and pressed further.
"Do you still like him now? If that guy showed up in front of you today, would you be with him?"
Guan Guan hesitated, then sighed, "Probably not. Too many years have passed.
I think what I liked was the idealized version—the passionate, youthful boy from my teenage years.
Sure, I’ve imagined what he looks like now, but that’s all fantasy.
If I actually saw him again, I’d probably just feel disappointed and nostalgic."
"Exactly!" Liu Shuang patted her arm.
"That’s how normal people think!
Too bad my friend is stuck in the past and can’t move on."
"Wait… stop."
Guan Guan suddenly froze in place, her eyes wide with shock.
Liu Shuang turned back, confused.
"What’s wrong?"
Guan Guan’s face turned bright red.
She pointed ahead with a trembling finger and whispered,
"The guy over there… if my high school crush grew up to look like him, then I’d take back everything I just said."
Liu Shuang followed her gaze—and was instantly stunned.
Not ten meters away, a figure emerged from the tree-lined pathway, carrying a sleek black suitcase.
His outfit was effortlessly stylish and high-end.
His posture was upright and confident, exuding an air of calm self-assurance.
His jet-black, slightly tousled hair fell just above his brows, perfectly complementing his sharp, sculpted features.
The play of light and shadow on his defined side profile made his presence even more striking.
His entire aura radiated elegance, charisma, and a natural, commanding presence.
He looked like a novel’s male lead, straight out of a TV drama.
The tall, poised young man strode toward Tower 8, his silhouette leaving behind a powerful impression.
"New Feng Wine, ten thousand silver a jug—how many years have the heroes of Xianyang roamed?"
Guan Guan murmured in awe, referencing an ancient poem.
"I can’t even imagine… If he looked like this in high school, he must’ve been every girl’s untouchable Bai Yueguang."
"For sure."
Liu Shuang instinctively agreed, then suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Where had she seen him before?
No way.
A face like that should’ve been unforgettable.
Her mind raced, and suddenly, a name surfaced.
Tang Song.
She froze.
Then—
"Pfft!"
She laughed out loud, shaking her head.
Impossible.
She must’ve been hallucinating from thinking too much about Tang Song and Liu Qingning lately.
At best, the guy just had similar facial features—there was no way they were the same person.
Liu Shuang patted her coworker’s shoulder.
"Alright, stop staring. Let’s go get that afternoon tea."
Guan Guan cast one last, longing glance toward the disappearing figure.
With a hint of regret, she muttered,
"Yeah… let’s go."
The Luxurious Entryway
The concierge staff handed over two cards with a warm smile.
"Mr. Tang, here are your ID and access card."
"Thank you."
Tang Song pocketed his ID card and lowered his gaze to the access card in his hand.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened.
This was Secretary Jin’s house.
For seven years, this game character had been by his side.
She carried half of his emotional attachment to the game.
And now, standing here, about to step into her space—
It was a dream come true.
His most anticipated moment was finally here.
Under the staff’s guidance, he stepped into the elevator.
Swiping the card, the top floor button—29—lit up instantly.
The elevator glided smoothly upward.
2... 5... 10... 19...
Watching the numbers change on the LED panel, Tang Song's breathing grew unsteady.
"Ding—"
The elevator doors slid open.
The sound of his suitcase rolling over the polished tile echoed crisply.
Standing before the dark, double-armored door, Tang Song directly entered his birthday into the keypad.
"Click, click—"
The lock disengaged.
Inside Secretary Jin’s Home Stepping in, the first thing he saw was a minimalist, stylish entryway.
A few uniquely shaped ceramic vases were artfully arranged on the console.
The shoe cabinet, neatly sectioned, housed a variety of immaculate footwear—
High heels, flats, business leather shoes, sneakers...
Every single pair was polished to perfection.
Setting his suitcase aside, Tang Song strode deeper into the house.
The interior was elegant and refined, exuding luxury in every meticulously designed detail.
This was the epitome of a high-end penthouse.
A 3.3-meter ceiling height, 270-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, and an unobstructed ocean view of Shenzhen Bay.
Yet, Tang Song had no patience to admire the scenery.
His gaze swept past the living area—
Then, he pushed open the master bedroom door.
The Master Bedroom The first thing that caught his eye was the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, taking up almost an entire wall.
In the center of the room was a custom, low-profile bed, with impeccably arranged bedding.
In the corner, a small workspace was set up—
A MacBook laptop, a few documents neatly stacked beside it.
Tang Song flipped open the MacBook—the screen lit up instantly.
He froze for a moment.
The laptop wasn’t plugged in, yet its battery was nearly full.
Just then—
The lenses of his 【Tang Song’s Glasses】 flickered faintly.
On the desk, a black-and-gold fountain pen was suddenly enveloped in a subtle glow—
A notification window popped up:
【Secretary Jin’s Fountain Pen】
A pen used long-term by game character Secretary Jin. Writing with this item stimulates cerebral activity, enhancing brain function, mental acuity, and memory.
(Endurance +1, Comprehension +1)
Tang Song’s eyes lit up.
A rare intellect-boosting artifact!
Even in the game, items like this were extremely scarce.
Turning the exquisitely crafted pen in his fingers, he suddenly glanced toward—
The walk-in closet.
Secretary Jin’s Walk-In Closet Based on the laptop’s battery status, Secretary Jin had likely left just recently.
Which meant—
Her personal belongings would still be here.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped inside.
The walk-in closet was perfectly arranged, each custom wardrobe neatly categorized by season, occasion, and style.
Every piece was tailored to perfection, made from luxurious fabrics.
In the center, a separate lingerie storage cabinet stood.
Inside, each drawer was lined with soft silk—
Delicately divided into small compartments.
Neatly arranged were various bras and panties, each meticulously placed.
Tang Song hesitated for a moment.
Then, he picked up a bra.
In an instant, he gained a very clear understanding.
Indeed, Secretary Jin was a solid D-cup.
Beyond that, there was also a specialized section for stockings.
Arranged meticulously by shade and thickness, lined up across the shelves—
From classic black and nude to stylish gray, deep wine red, and beyond.
It was like a stunning gradient of colors.
Some of them had clearly been worn before.
Stepping closer, he could catch a subtle scent lingering in the air.
A gentle tea fragrance, interwoven with floral notes.
Crisp and refreshing, like autumn morning mist.
Tang Song took in the atmosphere.
A satisfied smile played on his lips.
"Secretary Jin, you truly understand my heart."