novelraw Chapter 402: Let’s Begin, Xiaojing!
Chapter 402: Let’s Begin, Xiaojing!
"Okay, Brother Tang Song! Wait a sec, I'll go press the elevator!""Mm-hmm, see you later. Bye-bye~"
After hanging up the phone, Xiaojing excitedly stood up, stepped into her little leather shoes, and went "tap tap tap" as she ran out the door.
Reaching the elevator, she pressed both the up and down buttons at once.
Watching the floor numbers change, she clasped her hands together in front of her, a sweet and gentle smile appearing on her face.
She had spent a long time getting ready today, hoping to surprise Tang Song when they met.
Hopefully, he'd hug her tight and kiss her passionately!
Hehe~^
"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly opened.
A tall, well-proportioned figure came into view.
Broad shoulders, a narrow waist—his proportions were just right. His traditional-style shirt draped over his strong frame, the ink-wash pattern blending like rising mist, making him seem almost ethereal, dreamlike.
His strikingly handsome face bore lips that were lightly pressed together, a hint of a faint smile lingering, yet carrying a touch of aloofness.
His perfectly elegant "manga hands" hung naturally at his sides, with well-defined knuckles and an air of composure, his skin slightly cool-toned.
Like a deity stepping straight out of a manga.
Their eyes met.
Xiaojing’s lips parted slightly, a clear blush rising on her pale cheeks.
Nani! (OwOm)!
Another iconic moment!
Tang Song stepped out of the elevator slowly, stopping in front of her with a warm smile. "Good afternoon, Xiaojing."
Xiaojing wiggled her legs, her voice shy. "Good afternoon, Brother Tang Song. Welcome to my home."
Looking at his girlfriend dressed in a K-uniform, Tang Song's gaze burned with heat.
As expected of a natural K physique—once she put on a custom outfit, it maximized her strengths.
A delicate and sweet face, a light and graceful figure, exuding youthful energy.
And that cool, fair skin.
She was like a sexy anime heroine stepping right out of the screen.
Tang Song couldn't resist wrapping an arm around her slender waist, his voice low. "Xiaojing looks gorgeous today. Did you dress up just for me?"
Feeling the warmth of his large hand, Xiaojing's body trembled slightly. "Mm-hmm, do you like it?"
"Love it."
Tang Song’s hand moved subtly downward, feeling the curve of Xiaojing’s lifted hips.
He couldn’t help but compare her to Qingqing—Qingqing had more flesh, a bit fuller in size.
After all, Xiaojing was only 168 cm tall and weighed just 48 kg—slim and petite.
"Mmph—" Xiaojing let out a soft yelp, frozen in place.
A moment later, Tang Song lifted his left hand, handing over a gift bag. "A Qixi gift for you."
Hearing this, Xiaojing finally noticed the package in his hand. Smiling, she took it with both hands. "Thank you, Brother Tang Song, for the gift! You look really handsome today, especially in this outfit—it suits you so well. The food’s ready, let’s go inside first."
"Mm."
After walking a few steps forward, a black door came into view.
Xiaojing opened the door and led him inside.
For the first time, Tang Song got a full view of Xiaojing’s home.
There weren’t any overly extravagant decorations—the place felt cozy, comfortable, full of life.
It felt like home.
Changing into disposable guest slippers, he stepped into the bright and spacious living room.
Xiaojing placed the gift box on the table, eagerly unwrapping it. Her eyes sparkled. "Wow, such a beautiful gift box! I've always wanted this Hermès watch! And the perfume—it’s my favorite scent..."
Even though she wasn’t lacking in money or luxury goods, this was still a Valentine's gift from Tang Song. From the bottom of her heart, she expressed her joy and excitement.
After checking out the gifts, she lightly stepped toward Tang Song.
"Thank you, Brother Tang Song, for carefully preparing this. I really love it."
Xiaojing tiptoed, kissed his cheek, and bumped against him gently.
A sweet, pleasant fragrance filled the air—utterly intoxicating.
Looking at the adorable, sweet K-girl in front of him, Tang Song’s throat moved slightly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head, capturing her lips in a kiss.
He savored Xiaojing’s sweetness and the natural beauty of her K physique.
【Mission Progress: 4/9】
His warm, jade-like "manga hands" brushed over the smooth, thin fabric of her stockings, lingering.
Xiaojing’s cheeks were flushed red-hot, letting out soft whimpers.
N·/wv·V
Tang Song-sama is so interesting right now! So much love!
She didn’t even need to guide him—he just went for it!
Xiaojing’s big eyes sparkled, her breath quickened, legs pressed together, arms wrapped around his neck.
Breathing in her scent, feeling how she responded to him, Tang Song’s movements became bolder.
Even though she was petite, Xiaojing was well-proportioned—kind of like a slender branch bearing ripe fruit.
Listening to her heartbeat, Tang Song’s eyes narrowed slightly, feeling extremely satisfied.
Feeling the warmth of the "Heartthrob Hands," Xiaojing felt like she was melting completely.
A never-before-experienced rush of excitement enveloped her.
The only problem was... Tang Song-sama was still too gentle.
If only he were a little rougher.
But some things just couldn’t be said out loud, or she’d definitely be mistaken for a pervert.
She was supposed to be a sweet and well-behaved girl!
After a long while, they slowly let go of each other.
Xiaojing shyly lowered her head, sneaking glances at Tang Song’s elegant, well-defined manga hands.
It was those very hands that had just attacked her.
No wonder he played guitar so well! He was too skilled!
"Come on, let’s go eat."
"Mm, this way." Xiaojing naturally took Tang Song’s hand, their fingers intertwining.
They arrived at the dining room.
Looking at the exquisite and plentiful dishes on the table, Tang Song raised a brow in surprise. "You made all of this?"
Squirrel fish, crab roe tofu, lion’s head meatballs, spicy boiled beef, finely shredded tofu...
Everything looked, smelled, and no doubt tasted amazing—absolutely mouthwatering.
He never expected Xiaojing to have such skills!
Xiaojing blinked playfully. "Yep, I made it all! Brother Tang Song, hurry and try it—see if you like it."
As she spoke, she picked up a piece of beef for him.
"Xiaojing, you’re full of surprises." Tang Song sighed, picking up the bite and placing it in his mouth.
The texture was tender yet firm, bursting with juicy flavor.
"Delicious! Thanks for the effort, Xiaojing.""It's nothing, Brother Tang Song, no need to be polite with me." Xiaojing smiled sweetly, her eyes curving into crescents, and kept piling food onto his plate, occasionally introducing the dishes and sharing stories from her training at Smile Holdings.
She spoke with confidence and humor, making her experiences come to life.
She was actually very smart, having received an elite education since childhood, excelling in both emotional intelligence and intellect.
With different people, she showed different sides of herself.
At work, she was the sweet and gentle goddess colleague, maintaining appropriate boundaries with her peers and making it clear she was taken, never giving anyone the wrong impression.
In front of figures like Zheng Qiudong and Shangguan Qiuya, she displayed an ambitious, mature, and diligent persona, earning their favor.
With Tang Song, she played the role of the obedient and adorable girlfriend, providing him with ample emotional value to deepen his affection.
Of course, none of this conflicted with her own little… peculiar interests.
She was only 22, her parents were still in their prime, and she came from a privileged background.
This being her first relationship, she mostly wanted to enjoy and explore it.
Besides, having grown up surrounded by certain influences and knowing some of her father’s secrets, she wasn’t particularly bothered by the existence of Xu Qing or Shen Yuyan. In fact, she even found it amusing.
Of course, that was just her current perspective.
As for the future... well, she’d deal with it when it came.
—
Yuhua Business Tower, Shangya Fashion Design Co., Ltd.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
Yao Lingling, who was studying new fabrics, paused and pulled out her phone from her pocket.
[Qiuqiu: "Sorry, Lingling, something urgent came up last minute. I have to finish it before I can leave work, so I might be a little late."][Qiuqiu: "Really sorry."]
Yao Lingling quickly replied, "It's no problem at all, no need to apologize. If anything, I should be the one feeling bad for making you take time off work. We'll be waiting for you at KTV, and we're definitely drinking tonight, so don’t ride your bike."
[Qiuqiu: "Mm, I'll take a taxi. Sorry again."]
They exchanged a few more messages before Yao Lingling put her phone away and shook her head with a helpless smile.
This new friend of hers was great in every way, except for being overly serious sometimes.
A simple heads-up would’ve sufficed, yet Qiuqiu felt so guilty, as if she’d committed some huge mistake.
Yao Lingling had a feeling that Qiuqiu wasn’t as cold as she appeared on the surface.
Once she let someone in, she radiated genuine warmth and sincerity.
"My dear designer, what’s with the sigh?" Li Shumin suddenly leaned over. "It’s your birthday today—lighten up!"
From the nearby workstation, designer Li Xuan teased, "Is it because our Director Xiao couldn’t make it to your birthday party? Feeling disappointed?"
Yao Lingling covered her mouth and giggled. "Hehe, it’s actually perfect that he’s not coming. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to let loose. I have other friends and classmates coming too, and I’d hate to neglect my boss and end up on his bad side later."
Li Xuan scoffed playfully, "Hmph~ you two are so close, as if that would happen."
Everyone knew Yao Lingling had hit the jackpot at Shangya Fashion Design.
By sheer luck, she had helped out Xiao Mingxuan—who was "experiencing the mortal world"—and built a significant connection with him.
She went from an ordinary assistant to a designer at Qimeng Fashion Division in no time.
And Xiao Mingxuan had always treated her exceptionally well—so much so that it went beyond normal work relationships.
Originally, he had promised to celebrate her birthday with her, but early this morning, he suddenly announced in the group chat that he had to leave for a business trip to Hangzhou and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.
So, he wouldn’t be attending the birthday party after all.
Li Shumin sighed in disappointment. "I was actually looking forward to seeing what gift Director Xiao would get you."
Yao Lingling rolled her eyes. "Greedy little thing, my birthday isn’t about receiving gifts. It’s about having fun with friends."
She was naturally optimistic and outgoing, with a wide social circle.
Just within Yan City alone, she had plenty of close friends, both male and female.
But since today happened to be Qixi Festival, most of the attendees tonight would likely be single.
"Should I invite Tang Song over?" Li Shumin grinned, blinking mischievously.
Yao Lingling’s cheeks flushed instantly. "Why would you do that? Besides, it’s too late to ask now. Let’s not make things complicated."
"Heh, as expected of our Queen of Talk, Yao Lingling." Li Shumin chuckled. "You’re bold enough to declare your claim online, but in real life, you’re too shy to even send a message."
She couldn’t quite figure Lingling out sometimes.
She was always so open and confident, yet when it came to Tang Song, she turned into a timid little girl.
Even when facing someone as elite and wealthy as Xiao Mingxuan, she was composed and knew exactly how to carry herself.
Thinking about it, Li Shumin couldn’t help but envy her best friend.
Lingling might not be a top-tier beauty, but she had a fresh, refined look, with even, delicate skin—a subtle elegance that was extremely attractive over time.
Not to mention her pear-shaped figure, with full hips and thighs, which made her incredibly alluring.
Otherwise, Xiao Mingxuan wouldn’t have taken such an interest in her.
Back in school, many guys had liked her, but her carefree personality had turned them all into friends or "bros" instead.
"What senior are you talking about?" Li Xuan’s face lit up with curiosity. "Lingling, do you have something going on?"
Yao Lingling quickly shook her head. "No, no, no! Just a good friend."
"I don’t believe you. Shumin, spill."
"Hehe, you’ll have to ask Lingling. I’m just her little assistant—I wouldn’t dare speak out of turn."
The three of them laughed and teased each other for a while.
Glancing at the time, it was almost noon, so they started discussing where to eat.
Just then, the office suddenly became lively with chatter.
"Whoa, Su Yu is really going all out, huh?"
"Of course! It’s Qixi Festival—showing off gifts like this is too obvious."
"I knew that Weibo post she made earlier wasn’t just for fun. You guys didn’t believe me!"
Hearing the commotion, Yao Lingling and her friends quickly gathered around.
It didn’t take long to figure out what was going on.
Two minutes ago, Su Yu had updated her Weibo.
[Su Yu: "If love is meant to last, why be fixated on spending every moment together? Thank you for the Qixi gift—I absolutely love it."]
Below the caption was a picture.
The centerpiece was a massive, pale gold gift box, almost the size of a safe.
The outer layer was a frosted metallic surface, intricately engraved with elements of Qixi Festival—Magpie Bridge, the Cowherd and Weaver Girl, scented sachets, Qixi pastries, five-colored threads, and more.
It looked extravagant, elegant, and dreamlike.
Su Yu was hugging the box with both arms, crouching slightly, her head resting against it.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face was lit up with a radiant, joyous smile.
"So gorgeous," Yao Lingling couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
Her phone vibrated in her pocket.
She pulled it out and saw a message.
[Qiuqiu: (Su Yu’s Weibo screenshot.jpg)]
Yao Lingling chuckled and joined the lively discussion, chatting away about Su Yu’s latest drama.
Yanjing Huating Residential Complex"Brother Tang Song, don’t worry about it. I’ll clean up the kitchen later." Xiaojing held onto Tang Song’s hand, gently rubbing it as she spoke sweetly. "Do you want to rest in my room for a while? I actually prepared a gift for you too."
"Oh?" Tang Song’s eyes lit up. "Sure, thank you, Xiaojing."
He had only seen her room in video calls before, so naturally, he was a bit curious.
As he pushed open the white wooden door, a familiar scent drifted toward him.
Tang Song eagerly took in his surroundings.
A milk-coffee-colored accent wall, an intricately embroidered rug, a dazzling crystal chandelier, and a large pink round bed...
Bling-bling decorations were scattered everywhere.
The entire room had a classic French luxury aesthetic.
"Click—" The sound of the door locking echoed behind him.
Tang Song turned around, looking at her curiously.
Xiaojing blushed. "Um… Brother Tang Song, you’re the first guy to ever come into my room. I felt a little shy, so I locked the door out of instinct."
"Hmm, I see. So, I’m the first one? What an honor."
Tang Song didn’t call out her obvious excuse—if anything, he found it amusing.
Xiaojing lifted a pillow, took out a large bag from the cabinet, and handed it to him.
"Brother Tang Song, happy Qixi Festival!"
"Thank you, Xiaojing." Tang Song affectionately ruffled her hair and took the gift.
Xiaojing looked at him expectantly. "Do you want to open it?"
"Sure." Tang Song nodded and took out three rectangular boxes. Opening them one by one, he found three belts—soft, well-crafted, and stylish.
"These are Ferragamo reversible belts in different designs and widths. There are three in total, so you can mix and match them with different outfits."
"Thank you, I love them." Tang Song smiled and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.
Xiaojing lowered her head slightly, hands clasped in front of her. Suddenly, she hesitated before speaking. "Brother Tang Song, I want to apologize… Actually, the food from lunch today wasn’t made by me. Our housekeeper prepared it."
"Oh?" Tang Song raised an eyebrow. "That explains it."
Xiaojing’s hands were smooth and delicate—it was clear she didn’t cook often.
He had been wondering how she had such amazing cooking skills.
"Um…" Xiaojing bit her lip and whispered, "I lied because of my pride. If you’re upset, you can… teach me a lesson."
Hearing her words, Tang Song’s heartbeat sped up slightly.
Through their interactions, he had realized something—Xiaojing was quite different from others.
Unlike Wen Ruan or Yaqian, who would instinctively flinch when playfully nudged, Xiaojing didn’t resist at all. In fact, she leaned into it.
It was unusual, but undeniably intriguing.
She was the first girl he had met with such a personality.
And considering she was a sweet, well-mannered, rich beauty, the contrast made it all the more fascinating.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Song spoke in a firm tone. "Xiaojing, you’re getting bolder. Come here!"
Xiaojing trembled slightly and moved toward the bed, instinctively lying down on the soft mattress.
Her form-fitting skirt accentuated her natural curves as she buried her face in the pillows.
Shyly, she mumbled, "Brother Tang Song, I know I was wrong… I’m really sorry!"
Tang Song sighed, watching how easily she played along.
Somehow, she had unknowingly influenced him—this mischievous Xiaojing!
He walked to the edge of the bed, lifting his hand slightly before pressing it down gently.
"I won’t do it again! Please forgive me!"
"Sorry!"
Seeing Xiaojing’s playful reaction, Tang Song couldn’t help but get drawn in.
"What happens if you do this again?"
"Then… then…" Xiaojing’s voice trembled sweetly. "Then Brother Tang Song can use the belt…"
Tang Song’s brow twitched as his gaze shifted toward the three belts she had just gifted him.
No way…
His rich, well-mannered girlfriend… was truly full of surprises!
Tang Song took a deep breath and said seriously, "Your skirt is in the way."
"Ah, sorry, Brother Tang Song!" Xiaojing was so excited she accidentally blurted out her playful nickname for him.
She shifted slightly and adjusted her skirt.
The cool air brushed against her fair skin, the contrast of black stockings and a white inner layer making for a striking visual.
The sight was undeniably captivating.
Tang Song’s breathing grew slightly heavier as he reached out.
But Xiaojing didn’t stop there.
She moved her hands, adjusting the fabric slightly.
Within moments, she stood before him—bold and unapologetic.
Tang Song’s eyes widened, as if seeing her in a whole new light.
"So, this is the real Xiaojing, huh?"
Her usual sweet and refined demeanor had completely flipped, revealing a side of her he had never expected.
"You’re… unbelievable," he muttered under his breath.
Xiaojing’s face turned bright red as she buried herself deeper into the pillows. "Brother Tang Song… is this okay? Now you can… properly teach me a lesson…"
Her voice was soft, tinged with shyness and anticipation.
Soon enough, Tang Song’s "Heartthrob Hands" arrived as expected.
Xiaojing’s eyes fluttered, feeling a whole new world open before her.
The summer noon air was warm and humid.
The air conditioner hummed as a cool breeze filled the room. Original content can be found at NoveIＦire.net
The curtains swayed gently, brushing against the window with a soft "tap tap" sound.
After a long while, Tang Song leaned close to Xiaojing’s ear and whispered something.
Xiaojing shivered slightly, then nodded obediently, kneeling at the bedside.
After all, she was a seasoned anime and manga fan—she understood a lot more than Tang Song did.
She just lacked the… practical experience.
Tang Song sat on the plush bed, gazing down at her sweet, delicate face.
Their eyes met. Xiaojing’s fair cheeks were flushed pink.
She swallowed nervously, her voice soft and hesitant. "Brother Tang Song… if I do anything wrong, you can correct me anytime."
"Mm." Tang Song pinched her chin lightly. "Alright, Xiaojing—let’s begin."
Xiaojing took a deep breath and slowly reached out her hands.
"Yatta! (A surprised exclamation)"
"S-Sugoi! (Amazing!)"
"Pa—" "Hurry up!"
Yunhua Center, Tower A, 15th Floor – Shimmer Coffee Headquarters"Knock, knock, knock—"
"Come in."
The door to the general manager's office was gently pushed open.
Assistant Xiaomin spoke softly, "President Xie, President Wen from Light and Shadow Media has returned to Yan City. Would you like me to schedule a meeting for you?"
"Oh? Wen Ruan is back?" Xie Shuyu raised an eyebrow and stood up from her chair.
"Yes, according to her assistant Zhang Xintong, she just arrived yesterday."
After a brief moment of thought, Xie Shuyu nodded. "Alright, try to arrange it for this week. See if she’s available. Also, let her know that we’ve completed a major round of financing, and our business is expanding rapidly beyond Yan City. Marketing expenses will increase significantly."
Wen Ruan was no longer just a regular strategist who could be summoned at any time.
After Light and Shadow Media was acquired by Xingyun International Group, Wen Ruan, now the subsidiary’s president, had considerable authority.
Even getting a meeting with her required scheduling in advance.
Shimmer Coffee’s upcoming marketing efforts were critical, and deep collaboration with a media company was a must. Ideally, they could secure a favorable deal.
Xie Shuyu wasn’t the type to act on emotions—she always knew how to make decisions in her best interest.
"Understood, President Xie. I’ll reach out immediately," Xiaomin responded before turning and quickly leaving the office.
As Xie Shuyu withdrew her gaze, her eyes instinctively fell on a white gift box sitting on her desk.
SONY WH-1000XM5.
Xiaomin had delivered it first thing in the morning.
For this, she had even spent an extra twenty minutes on her makeup and outfit.
Yet, Tang Song hadn’t contacted her at all—he seemed to have completely forgotten about it.
After a brief hesitation, she picked up her phone and dialed his number.
"Beep... beep... beep—"
After a few rings, the call was finally answered.
"Hello, Sister Shuyu."
That familiar clear voice brightened Xie Shuyu’s mood a little.
Crossing her legs and leaning slightly against her desk, she spoke in a gentle tone, "Hey, Tang Song, when will you stop by Shimmer Coffee headquarters? I’d like to discuss the financing and expansion plans with you in person."
"Sure, no problem."
"And about the company’s marketing—it’s a crucial business area, and the costs are quite high."
"You can handle it however you see fit."
Xie Shuyu frowned slightly. Something about Tang Song seemed off today—his responses lacked enthusiasm.
After a brief pause, she continued, "I want to establish a deeper partnership with Light and Shadow Media. Their current head is Wen Ruan—you should remember her; we’ve attended meetings together before. I’ll schedule an appointment with her, and we can meet together to negotiate an ideal rate and finalize the framework agreement."
There was sudden silence on the other end of the line.
After a moment, Tang Song finally replied, "...If I have time, I’ll definitely go with you. But I’ve been really busy lately, so I might..."
Xie Shuyu took a deep breath. "Got it. You go ahead with your work. Bye."
"Bye."
The call ended.
Xie Shuyu’s brow twitched involuntarily, and an inexplicable sense of disappointment crept into her heart.
Before, she wouldn’t have cared much about this sort of thing.
But now, things were different—they were in a relationship.
And today was Qixi Festival.
Was this really all she was going to get?
"Knock, knock, knock—"
Another knock on the door.
Xie Shuyu bit her lip, forcing herself to push aside her emotions.
Her expression gradually returned to composure. "Come in."
No matter what, she couldn’t let personal feelings interfere with work.
"Ah—"
The door was gently pushed open.
Tang Song walked in, carrying a silk gift bag, flashing a bright and charming smile.
"Sister Shuyu, happy Qixi Festival."
"Tang Song..."
Xie Shuyu froze for a moment.
On the surface, she remained composed, but her heartbeat had already started racing.