novelraw Chapter 385: The Truth of White Moonlight
Chapter 385: The Truth of White Moonlight
Night had fallen over Shenzhen, casting a quiet veil over the bustling city.
A sleek black car wove through the neon-lit streets, its glossy exterior reflecting the vibrant cityscape.
Outside the window, towering skyscrapers were bathed in colorful lights, their outlines traced by brilliant neon signs.
Soft music played inside the car. In the backseat, Tang Song glanced sideways at Liu Qingning, quietly observing her gentle profile. A mix of helplessness and relief flickered in his heart.
Over the past few days, they had gone to many places—
Cantonese morning tea at Fánlóu, a movie at the theater, browsing electronics at Huaqiangbei, watching the sunset and water show at Happy Harbor,
even riding the Ferris wheel...
But ever since he laid everything bare between them, White Moonlight’s attitude toward him had changed.
Gone was the intimate closeness of before—cuddling while sleeping, kisses—those were out of the question now.
Instead, she treated him like a close friend, much like back in high school and college.At least, she hadn’t outright severed ties with him.
Tang Song knew White Moonlight well.
She had always been intelligent, perceptive, and steadfast in her own beliefs. She knew exactly what she wanted.
Right now, she was likely not bringing up their relationship because she was trying to figure out a solution—
a way to bring things back on track.
That was just how she was. Whether it was a math problem or a life decision,
no matter how big the issue, her first instinct was always to analyze and resolve it.
But Tang Song knew—this time was different.
Jin Mishu, Su Yu, Wen Ruan, Zhao Yaqian, Lin Muxue, Xiaojing…
White Moonlight had no idea just how complicated this situation really was.
This was an unsolvable equation.
Even if she was a genius, she wouldn’t be able to find the right answer.
“We’ve arrived.”
The car rolled to a gentle stop by the curb.
Liu Qingning, who had been resting with her eyes closed, woke up at the driver’s voice. She politely thanked him, then lightly patted Tang Song’s arm.
“Come on, let’s go. I’m exhausted.”
The door swung open softly.
The glow of the streetlights cast warm halos onto the pavement, illuminating the quiet street.
Shoulder to shoulder, the two of them stepped through the entrance of their apartment complex.
Liu Qingning frowned. “Ugh, I need a shower ASAP. Shenzhen is way too humid this time of year—hot and sticky. Even my underwear is soaked through.”
Tang Song chuckled. “Need me to help you wash?”
“Sure,” Liu Qingning smirked playfully. “I’ll take off my clothes, and you can wash them for me. Make sure to scrub by hand.”
Tang Song nodded eagerly. “No problem! But let’s be clear—underwear and panties included.”
He gestured toward her chest with a grin.
“You perv, Tang Song!” Liu Qingning’s face flushed red as she pinched his waist.
Seeing his hand move toward her in retaliation, she quickly dodged away, laughing.
Their playful bickering continued all the way upstairs.
“You’re back?”
Liu Shuang, lounging in the living room, waved at them while munching on snacks in front of the TV.
“I bought a Kirin watermelon and left half for you guys in the fridge. Super sweet and perfect for cooling off.”
“Thanks, Shuangshuang!”
Liu Qingning dropped her bag, pulled the chilled watermelon from the fridge, and plopped onto the couch with Tang Song.
Scooping out a bite with a spoon, she took a blissful bite.
The cool, juicy sweetness exploded in her mouth, instantly washing away the summer heat.
“So good.” Liu Qingning’s eyes curved into a smile.
She pointed at the tablet in front of Liu Shuang. “Why are you watching Listening to the Rain in Leisure again? Didn’t you already finish the series?”
Liu Shuang blinked mischievously. “Hehe, tomorrow night’s the Juxing Huicui gala. Bei Yuwei is attending.
I’m hoping to snap a picture with her, so I’m rewatching the show to have something to talk about.”
Hearing the names “Bei Yuwei” and “Juxing Huicui,” Tang Song raised an eyebrow.
“What gala?”
Liu Shuang grinned. “It’s a themed banquet hosted by Juxing Huicui Investment. It’ll be at Raffles Hotel Shenzhen Bay No.1’s Yunsong Music Hall tomorrow night.”
She glanced at Tang Song, guessing he might not be familiar with the company,
so she briefly explained Juxing Huicui’s background and the investment focus of this event.
“Honestly, we wouldn’t normally qualify to attend, but Xiang Kai is part of the fund’s management team, so he got us invites.
Not that I have the money to be an LP—I’m just going to fangirl over celebrities.”
Liu Qingning took another bite of watermelon and added, “After cashing out some of my shares, I was looking for a private equity firm to invest in.
Since Xiang Kai works at Juxing Huicui, it just worked out.”
Tang Song nodded. “I see.”
Liu Shuang grinned. “Tang Song, wanna come with us? It’s the world’s highest music hall.
Besides Bei Yuwei, there will be some B-list celebrities, live performances by popular singers, and plenty of high-profile guests.
It’s a rare chance—good for networking too.”
Liu Qingning also glanced at him. “It’s up to you. If you’re interested, you should come.”
She had never attended an entertainment industry banquet like this before,
but she knew the event was high-profile.
When Xiang Kai invited her, she originally didn’t want to bring Tang Song along.
She was well aware of Xiang Kai’s intentions—he just wanted to dent Tang Song’s confidence.
But after spending these past few days with Tang Song, she realized she had underestimated him.
Apart from turning into a complete playboy,
his emotional intelligence, competence, and looks had all become impeccable. He exuded undeniable charm.
Attending an event like this? He’d have no trouble fitting in.
Tang Song didn’t hesitate. “Alright, let’s go together.”
He currently owned 15% of Xingyun International
—a stake he had acquired through a deal with Juxing Huicui.This investment firm, spearheaded by Su Yu, intrigued him.
Besides, there was no more reason to delay things.
Tomorrow, Liu Qingning would officially resign from Century Zhixue.
It was time to talk to her about Qingning Tech.
The three of them chatted a while longer.
Then Liu Qingning stretched and stood up. “I’m going to shower. My whole body feels gross.”
She grabbed a towel and a change of clothes from the guest room before heading into the bathroom.
Warm water cascaded down, rinsing away the day’s sweat and fatigue.
She wiped her face, then lifted her gaze to the mirror.
Her fingers brushed over her waist, and she let out a sigh.
Tang Song’s visit had completely wrecked her diet plan.
She had indulged in way too much good food with him these past few days. Resisting had been impossible.
Still, her skin had improved. The blackheads and pimples had cleared up, leaving her complexion looking much better.
Her hand slowly trailed upward, cupping her ample E-cup chest.
A faint blush spread across her cheeks.
At least she had good genes. Even if she had gained a little weight, her figure was still stunning.
After a thorough shower, Liu Qingning slipped into fresh clothes—
a simple cotton camisole and black shorts.
Effortlessly casual, yet it accentuated her curves in all the right ways.
Liu Qingning’s curves were on full display—her full chest, perky hips, and long, shapely legs. Absolutely stunning.
After blow-drying her hair, she applied some BB cream and lip tint.
Turning from side to side in front of the mirror, she let a sly smile curl her lips.
If she wanted to win back Tang Song’s heart, it was time to use a little “seduction.”
She wasn’t nearly as innocent as she seemed.
After all, in front of a guy she liked, it was only natural to put on a bit of an act—to present herself in the best possible light.
She had long known that Tang Song was attracted to her.
Back in high school, he especially loved sneaking peeks at her chest.
Whenever she wore tight clothes, his gaze would linger.
Even when they were studying together in the classroom, his arm would “accidentally” brush against hers from time to time.
She never minded it.
That kind of youthful tension, the blushing, the racing heartbeat—it was a precious, embarrassing memory for her.
And after what happened at Talent Park, she now knew exactly what Tang Song’s so-called ‘rock-hard abs’ actually referred to.
That night, when he had fallen asleep, she had even pretended to shift positions just to secretly touch it.
The memory still made her cheeks burn.
Biting her soft, plump lips, Liu Qingning opened the bathroom door and stepped out.
Hearing movement, Tang Song, who had been scrolling on his phone, looked up. His gaze froze for a moment.
Liu Qingning seemed completely oblivious. She bounced up to him, her steps light and carefree.
Bending slightly, she held out the towel in her hand and smiled sweetly.
“You should go take a shower too. You reek of sweat.”
Tang Song took in the sight of the sultry White Moonlight before him.
The warmth of her freshly showered body, mixed with the faint scent of body wash, filled the air around him.
His breathing grew a little unsteady.
It had been too long since he last indulged in anything.
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His frustration was reaching a boiling point.
“Snap!” Liu Qingning playfully snapped her fingers in front of his face, pouting.
“Hey, hey, hey! What are you staring at? Go already!”
Tang Song’s voice was low. “Qingning, how about we sleep together tonight?”
Liu Qingning chuckled. “Haha, keep dreaming.”
She tossed the towel at him, pinched his cheek, then turned and strutted toward the master bedroom.
Her slender waist swayed slightly with every step, her perky backside bouncing subtly.
Tang Song exhaled a long breath and headed for the bathroom.
Before, he had held himself back out of guilt.
But now?
Now, he was reaching his limit.
The very first thing that had drawn him to Liu Qingning was her looks.
She had always been an early bloomer. Even in elementary school, she had developed noticeably.
Whenever he happened to see her around town in middle school, she would always leave his mind wandering.
By the time high school came around, he was completely smitten.
When it came to baby-faced, busty White Moonlights, he had zero resistance—physically or mentally.
As Liu Qingning walked into the room, Liu Shuang looked up with a grin.
“So... planning to share a bed with someone again tonight?”
“Mind your own business, kid.”
“I’m just saying—be safe.”
“Ugh, what are you even thinking?” Liu Qingning shot her a glare. “We’re just talking, like back when we used to lie on the school field.”
“Sure, sure. I totally believe you.”
Liu Qingning’s face turned red as she sat at her vanity. She applied some body lotion, then did a light touch-up on her makeup.
After a while, Liu Shuang paused her drama and asked, “By the way, are you busy tomorrow?”
“In the morning, I need to go to the company to sign my resignation papers,” Liu Qingning said, her tone mixed with emotion.
“But my salary will still be calculated until the end of the month. If they need anything from me in the meantime, I’ll still help out.”
She had real feelings for Century Zhixue.
Leaving the team she had worked so hard with—it was bittersweet.
“Well, that works out then,” Liu Shuang said. “I’m taking the afternoon off. Let’s go shopping for outfits for the gala. We need to dress to impress.”
“Mm, okay.” Liu Qingning nodded lightly.
She had a few semi-formal outfits, but they were over a year old—somewhat outdated and no longer the best fit.
The two of them discussed where to shop while browsing outfit ideas online.
Just then—
Knock, knock, knock!
“Qingning, I’m done showering.”
Liu Shuang giggled behind her hand and whispered, “Your makeup’s done. Stop pretending. Go.”
Liu Qingning lightly knocked her on the forehead, then took a deep breath, straightened her waist, and opened the door.
Outside, Tang Song stood in a simple white T-shirt and light blue jeans.
Fresh out of the shower, he looked even more clean-cut and effortlessly handsome.
Liu Qingning’s face warmed slightly.
“It’s cooled down outside. Wanna take a walk around the complex?”
“Let’s go.” Tang Song smiled.
The night sky shimmered with stars.
Their hands naturally intertwined, fingers lacing together as they strolled along the quiet pathways.
From time to time, Liu Qingning would stop and point at a certain plant or flower, explaining its name and characteristics.
She was observant, inquisitive, and always eager to explore.
Being with her—every moment was lively and engaging.
After circling the complex twice, they settled onto a reclining bench, leaning against each other in silence.
The cool night breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and trees.
Liu Qingning’s long hair lifted with the wind, strands brushing against Tang Song’s face.
He gently tucked her hair behind her ear, his gaze lingering on her delicate features.
Her deep, alluring curves.
Her soft, toned thighs.
He was already racking his brain for a way to convince her to sleep in the same room tonight.
Just as his mind started wandering—
A sweet, melodic voice drifted into his ears.
🎵 “You on the left, me on the right... our innocent faces side by side...” 🎵
Liu Qingning swayed gently in her seat, singing as she smiled at him.
Under the dim glow of the streetlights, her bright, sparkling eyes, rosy lips, gleaming white teeth, and playful expression—
Tang Song’s heart wavered.
Back in school, whenever he had a bad day—after an exam went poorly, or when he was upset—Liu Qingning would sing to him just like this.
🎵 “Too long, too long... has it been too long? Have we forgotten... how it all began...” 🎵
She tilted her head, her warm smile melting right into his heart.
As the song ended, she stood up, leaned in, and lightly tapped his forehead.
“Was it good?”
“Yeah… really good.”
The sight before him—her teasing gaze, her deep neckline, the soft, subtle movement of her curves—
Combined with that familiar face…
Tang Song struggled to keep his composure.
Liu Qingning smirked knowingly. “Good boy.”
Straightening up, she waved at him. “Let’s go. Too many mosquitoes here. I just got bitten.”
The night breeze rustled through the trees, blending with the occasional chirp of insects, making the summer air feel even softer and warmer.
Tang Song took a deep breath and followed her.
After a few steps, Liu Qingning suddenly glanced back, her smile as radiant as ever.
“Tang Song… you’ve changed a lot, but sometimes, you’re still just like you were in high school—pretty cute.”
Under the soft, golden glow of the streetlights, she looked just like the Liu Qingning of the past.
The grown-up Liu Qingning had shed her youthful innocence, now carrying a unique blend of tenderness and sensuality.
It felt like just a blink ago, she was the high-ponytailed girl clutching a thermos of hot water—
And now, here she was, standing before him like this.
"Qingning." Tang Song called her name softly.
"Hmm? What are you daydreaming about? Let’s go." Liu Qingning rose onto her tiptoes and playfully pinched his nose.
Unlike Wen Ruan, who had a taller, more statuesque figure—
Liu Qingning’s E-cup curves stood out even more dramatically.
The fullness of truth pressed against his chest, exuding an indescribable pressure.
As they walked deeper into a quiet, tree-lined path, Tang Song stared at her graceful silhouette—
Then, without warning, he spread his arms and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"What are you doing? Let go of me!" Liu Qingning patted his arm in protest.
Tang Song lowered his head slightly. "Can I kiss you?"
"No."
The moment the word left her lips, her mouth was captured in a forceful kiss.
Her teeth were gently pried apart as the fresh, minty scent of him filled her senses.
Liu Qingning’s entire body went weak, unable to muster any strength to resist.
Tang Song breathed in her scent, his hands sliding down her waist and lingering along the curve of her hips.
After a long moment, Liu Qingning caught his wandering hand, looking into his eyes.
"Do you love me?"
"I do. I love you very much."
"Do you love me more, or her?"
Tang Song’s gaze was unwavering. "You."
At least in this moment, the White Moonlight of his youth was utterly irresistible.
And besides, saying nice things wasn’t a crime.
Liu Qingning’s hand slowly relaxed, a soft smile spreading across her lips.
The streetlamp’s glow bathed her in warmth as she said, "Tang Song, come to a first-tier city with me.
I don’t know how much money you have right now, but the opportunities here are endless—especially in AI.
It’s reshaping industries, transforming fields. This is the moment to ride the wave."
Tang Song’s pupils trembled slightly.
He instantly understood what she meant.
Moving to a first-tier city meant leaving Yan City.
And leaving Yan City meant leaving his current girlfriend.
She knew he wouldn’t stay in Shenzhen for long—so tonight, she made her move.
Tang Song could feel the sincerity in her words, the deep affection in her gaze.
His voice softened. "Qingning, I know what you mean. I love you. I’ll always be by your side."
Liu Qingning pressed her lips together tightly.
Her eyes dimmed.
"I see."
She exhaled lightly, her tone distant. "So when are you going back to Yan City? You’ve been here almost a week. It’s time, isn’t it?"
"Before that, we need to sort out our relationship."
"Our relationship…" Liu Qingning shook her head. "What relationship?"
She had done everything she could.
Spending these days with him, revisiting old memories, recreating the atmosphere of the past—
And yet, she still lost.
"Tang Song!"
Tang Song suddenly lifted his head, his voice firm.
Hearing him call her full name, Liu Qingning’s eyes instantly welled up.
"You’re scolding me! Tang Song, you actually scolded me!"
Maybe she had been on the verge of tears all along, because once they started, they wouldn’t stop.
She shoved his chest with both hands, trying to break free.
But Tang Song only held her tighter, his gaze deep and unwavering.
"I’m not scolding you." His tone was serious. "I just want you to know—no matter what, I won’t let you go.
We are together. You’re mine.
Your dreams—I’ll help you achieve them.
Your future—I’ll walk it with you."
Liu Qingning stared stubbornly into his eyes.
"I don’t need you!" she snapped, half out of spite.
Tang Song’s gaze sharpened.
Without another word, he crashed his lips onto hers.
Her wide eyes reflected the glimmering stars above—
His grip tightened, his fingers curling around the truth of White Moonlight,
flooded with an unprecedented surge of desire and satisfaction.
The world around them blurred, fading into the background.
The only sound that remained was their breathless, heated kiss.
Liu Qingning’s eyes were wide in disbelief.
Her entire body had gone limp.
Tang Song’s aura had shifted dramatically—sharp, confident, domineering, completely in control.
The light sting from his bite lingered as he slowly pulled away, his deep eyes locked onto hers.
Liu Qingning’s trembling lips parted.
"You… you… bastard!"
She looked down at the hand still resting against her chest, then up at Tang Song, who looked completely unfazed.
Her voice shook. "Take your hand off me!"
"Three… two… one…"
Liu Qingning forcefully pushed his hand away, her face burning red.
"Tang Song! How could you!?"
Tang Song chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"You promised me—if I gave you Qingning Tech, you wouldn’t hold grudges."
"And what’s the point of saying that now?"
"It matters. Because I’m serious."
"Fine." Liu Qingning bit down hard on her lip, her chest rising and falling. "Then I’ll wait and see."
With that, she turned to leave.
But before she could take a step, a strong pull yanked her backward.
Tang Song’s arms encircled her from behind.
In this chaotic, intoxicating summer night, Liu Qingning felt his abs against her back again.
The only thing in her ears was the sound of her own racing heartbeat.
"It’s late," Tang Song murmured. "Let’s go back. We’re sleeping together tonight."
"In your dreams!"
Tang Song only laughed and tugged her toward the apartment entrance.
Liu Qingning’s mind was a mess as she stared at his sharp, commanding silhouette ahead of her.
This—
This was a side of Tang Song she had never seen before.
But she had to admit—
Right now, at this very moment, he was utterly intoxicating.