novelraw Chapter 407: Secretary Jin – "Xiao Tang, Go Get Me a Cup of Coffee!"
Chapter 407: Secretary Jin – "Xiao Tang, Go Get Me a Cup of Coffee!"
“Bye-bye, be careful on the way. Let me know when you get home.”
“Liangliang, you and Xiaohui live close to each other, just share a cab.”
“Bye-bye, Lingling, remember to visit me when you have time.”
The birthday party came to an end.
Watching her friends leave one by one, Yao Lingling let out a long breath. She lightly bit her lip, but the corners of her mouth couldn’t stop curving upward.
Smack— Her butt suddenly got smacked.
“Ouch! What are you doing?” Yao Lingling turned around and glared at Zhang Jiahong.
Zhang Jiahong leaned in and whispered, “Lingling, what’s the deal with you and Senior now? Ever since you came back to the private room, you’ve been smiling nonstop and eating like crazy. Did something happen?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s the deal’? Nothing happened.”
“Cut the nonsense, don’t I know you? Tell me the truth, and don’t forget—it was me who called Tang Song over for you today!”As a longtime friend, Zhang Jiahong knew her all too well.
Lingling only acted like this when she was extremely happy, bouncing around like she had ADHD.
“Thanks, Jiahong. I’ll treat you to a week of big meals later.” Yao Lingling winked playfully but didn’t reveal anything about what had happened between them.
She had plenty of male friends growing up, but they were all just regular friends. This was the first time she’d ever been kissed by a guy.
Especially since that guy was Tang Song.
Thinking about that moment in the elevator before they parted, about how he leaned in—his face, lips, nose bridge, eyes...
A ticklish, sweet feeling spread through her heart.
Now, she really regretted not taking the chance to kiss him back a few times.
But that was just a thought in her head. If Tang Song were right in front of her now, she’d definitely turn into a coward immediately.
The private room door swung open.
Li Shumin walked in, shaking the receipt in her hand. “Bill’s settled. The cake doesn’t count, so the total was 5,300. Mingxuan transferred me 7,000, I’ll send the extra back to him later.”
Yao Lingling thought for a moment and said, “Minmin, just send all 7,000 back to Mingxuan. The private room costs are on me.”
“Huh? But…”
“Fair is fair. I already accepted the gift, but today’s my birthday, and everyone here was my friend. It’s only right for me to foot the bill—I can’t take advantage of him.” Yao Lingling pinched Li Shumin’s face and scolded, “And next time, make sure to tell me about these things in advance.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you, Miss Fashion Designer.”
The two of them playfully bickered for a bit.
Li Shumin glanced at the Qixi Festival gift box tightly gripped in Yao Lingling’s hand, her eyes full of envy. “Senior is so generous. We never even dared to dream about these things before.”
Yao Lingling lowered her head to look at it but didn’t say anything.
They all came from ordinary families and had pretty average jobs.
Even though Yao Lingling had officially become a fashion designer, her base salary plus commission had just barely crossed 10,000 a month.
The gift Tang Song gave her was a huge shock to them.
Ding dong— Her phone vibrated.
【Qiuqiu: "Lingling, I’m home."】
Yao Lingling smiled as she typed a reply: “Thanks for the hard work, darling. Once it cools down, the three of us should go biking together. Mua~”
Thinking about cycling with Tang Song made her cheeks heat up.
So... what exactly was their relationship now?
Something ambiguous? More than friends but not yet lovers?
What kind of girls did Tang Song like?
Taking a deep breath, Yao Lingling made up her mind—she had to start working on her glutes!
——
Qiaoxi District, Zhuxi Residential Complex.
Ding— The elevator doors slowly opened.
Cheng Qiuqiu put away her phone, fished out her keys from her bag, and unlocked the door.
The lights were on inside, meaning her senior was already home.
Lately, her senior’s company had finally gotten on track, and she was able to return to a more normal work schedule.
Changing into slippers, she placed her bag back in her room.
Cheng Qiuqiu sat quietly on her bed.
For some reason, she kept thinking about Tang Song, especially the moment he appeared at the private room door today.
The way the light and shadows played on his features—his straight nose, thin lips—he just looked so good.
She spaced out for a while, and by the time she snapped out of it, more than ten minutes had passed.
Shaking her head, Cheng Qiuqiu got up and walked out.
Knock, knock, knock— She lightly rapped on the master bedroom door.
“Senior.”
“Oh, oh, Qiuqiu, you’re back. Hold on a sec.” Gao Mengting’s voice came from inside, along with the sounds of tidying up.
After a moment, the door was gently pulled open.
Gao Mengting stood at the doorway in a fitted top and shorts.
Her gaze flickered slightly, and there was an unnatural flush on her face.
Cheng Qiuqiu asked with concern, “Senior, are you feeling unwell? Your face looks a little red.”
“No, I just got a little too into a book.” Gao Mengting pursed her lips and said gently, “Come in and sit for a bit. We haven’t had a proper chat in over a month.”
This past month, she had been insanely busy. It was only in the last couple of days that she finally had some free time.
Cheng Qiuqiu nodded and stepped into the master bedroom.
She wasn’t very talkative and was a bit shy.
Honestly, she came over just to have a casual chat with Gao Mengting.
Taking a seat at the chair by the desk, Cheng Qiuqiu said, “Senior, I sent the designs for the express packaging, posters, and He Yiyi’s personal logo to your email today. You should have received them, right?”
“I already forwarded them to our president, but he’s been busy today and hasn’t replied yet. I’ll check with him tomorrow. Your work is excellent, so there shouldn’t be any issues.”
They chatted about work for a bit.
Cheng Qiuqiu gently clenched her hands. Just as she was about to say something, her gaze suddenly froze in the direction of the bedside table.
Her expression turned to pure shock.
Sitting there was a platinum-colored gift box—the exact same one she had seen at KTV earlier.
She pointed at the box. “Senior… that’s…”
Noticing her reaction, Gao Mengting’s face turned slightly red. “It really does look a lot like the one Su Yu posted on Weibo. It’s pretty nice.”
“Where did you get it?”
The corners of Gao Mengting’s lips curled up slightly. In a soft voice, she said, “My business partner gave it to me.”
“Business partner?” Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment before hesitantly asking, “That business partner… the president of your company… what’s his name?”
Although she and Gao Mengting had grown closer, they still didn’t share much about their personal lives.
They only really opened up when they were drinking.
More often than not, it was her talking, and her senior offering guidance.
As for her senior’s business partner, Qiuqiu only knew his surname was Tang.
Her senior would occasionally refer to him as "our President Tang"—it sounded particularly affectionate.
She had never thought much of it before, but now, seeing the identical gift box, a suspicion instantly formed in her mind.
“His name… Tang Song. Tang Song Yuan Ming Qing—that Tang Song.”
The moment she heard the name, Cheng Qiuqiu, who was sitting in the chair, stiffened for a split second.
Gao Mengting let out a soft laugh, hugging her knees as she curled up on the sofa, her eyes filled with nostalgia. “Now that I think about it, I’ve never actually told you about our startup journey. Want to hear it?”
She did have the urge to share, especially since her relationship with Tang Song had progressed so rapidly lately. It often made her reminisce about all the moments they had shared in the past.
And today, being Qixi Festival, receiving this precious gift from him… she couldn’t help but want to tell her junior about it.
Cheng Qiuqiu pressed her dry lips together. “Senior, go ahead.”
Gao Mengting smiled. “Strictly speaking, you were actually part of our founding team—even if just as a freelancer. Remember back in April when I contacted you to design the logo?”
“I remember.”
“That was the day our company was officially established. After discussing with Tang Song, we decided to ask you to design the logo wall for us.
He really admires you—he even wanted to recruit you into Songmei Fashion.
But, as you know, back then, our business was still unstable. There was no way we could lure you over.”
Gao Mengting continued talking.
Cheng Qiuqiu sat quietly, but her heart was surging with waves of emotion.
So their connection ran even deeper than she had imagined.
So Tang Song was the outstanding business partner her senior always spoke about.
That meant he had given the exact same gift box to both her senior and Lingling.
Watching her senior’s sparkling eyes, Cheng Qiuqiu chose to remain silent. She didn’t reveal what she had figured out.
But for some reason, there was a faint sense of loss and bitterness in her heart.
Yanjing Tiancheng.
The master bedroom, bathed in dim, suggestive lighting, was filled with an unusual heat.
A beautiful dress, torn stockings, and a pair of exquisite high heels were scattered across the floor.
The warm bedside lamp had two pieces of black lingerie draped over it.
Xiaoxue clung desperately to the beautician, her lips trembling as she let out incoherent, ragged sounds—hoarse, filled with a mix of pain and distress.
After a moment, Xiaoxue mumbled in broken English, "You're so amazing... I can't hold it anymore. Hurry up and carry me to the bathroom, or it'll be too late."
As Xiaoxue voiced her heartfelt praise and pleas for mercy, a pleasant system notification rang in Tang Song’s ears.
【Mission Progress: 9/9】
"Ding! Congratulations, player. Special Mission 【Warm Man’s Qixi Festival】 has been completed."
"You have received a reward: 【+30 Endurance】."
"The hardworking little umbrella on the frontlines has deeply appreciated the genuine compliments from the opposite sex and is highly satisfied with your warm man performance."
"You have received an extra reward: 【Permanent +10 Endurance】."
(Endurance: 40/40)
The notification sound gradually faded. Tang Song tightened his arms, lifting Xiaoxue from behind.
“Qianqian, Xiaoxue needs to use the bathroom. You rest for a bit.”
“Mmm… okay, Brother.” Zhao Yaqian struggled to move her exhausted body, then collapsed onto the bed. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she gently closed her eyes.
Thud, thud, thud— Heavy footsteps echoed toward the bathroom.
Xiaoxue rested her head against Tang Song’s shoulder, panting hard, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
She knew it. The beautician was definitely on Tang Song’s side.
The moment she stepped onto the court, she got double-teamed and was utterly annihilated.
She had been holding back from drinking water, but in the end, she was half-dazed as Tang Song forced an entire bottle of soda down her throat.
And now, look at her—almost unable to hold it in, nearly humiliating herself in front of Qianqian.
Soon, a high-pitched scream came from the bathroom.
The beautician, who had just been about to sleep, was startled awake, shivering under the covers.
Poor Xiaoxue… maybe she should stop bullying her in the future.
11:00 PM.
The bedroom sank into darkness.
Tang Song lay quietly in bed, opened his system interface, and entered the 【Inventory】.
His attention focused on a multicolored item.
【Secretary Jin’s Dreamscape】.
This item was formed by combining three fragments and was an extremely rare artifact.
It allowed someone with a Charm score below 70 to interact with the fully-maxed-out Secretary Jin.
Although it didn’t permit actions that would affect his Charm Score, he was already more than satisfied.
He recalled that during the early days of his startup…
Under special circumstances, he often met Secretary Jin in dreams.
But back then, those encounters had never felt real—they were like actual dreams, where the two of them never made any physical contact.
Taking a deep breath, he selected 【Secretary Jin’s Dreamscape】.
A message popped up.
【Character - Secretary Jin has entered sleep mode. This item is now usable.】
Tang Song’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
At this very moment, finally being able to make real contact with her… it was impossible not to feel nervous.
He wasn’t sure if he could control himself.
Use now.
Swish— The system interface shimmered with radiant light.
Then, an ethereal, dreamlike scene unfolded before his eyes—hazy yet enchanting.
Gradually, his thoughts began to drift upward.
A soft, misty glow, light as smoke and fog, wrapped around him.
Just before he fully succumbed to sleep, his last thought was—
I wonder what Secretary Jin is dreaming about.
The faint glow slowly faded.
Tang Song found himself standing in a spacious, brightly lit hallway.
To his left was a transparent glass curtain wall, and to his right, rows of office cubicles and private offices.
He was dressed casually, in a simple outfit.
Beyond the glass wall, the cityscape stretched before him—towering skyscrapers arranged in perfect harmony, gleaming under the sunlight.
Looking across at the futuristic, oval-shaped building, Tang Song instantly recognized his location.
Smile Holdings Headquarters.
Although he had never physically been here, he had seen images of it online.
With a single thought, his outfit changed—【Couple Outfit - Misty Rain and Floating Clouds】 appeared on him.
Inside Secretary Jin’s dreamscape, it was as if he possessed some kind of superpower, allowing him to influence his surroundings and himself to a certain extent.
Stepping forward a few paces, he vaguely heard the sound of "tap tap tap"—someone typing, accompanied by low murmuring conversations.
Turning a corner, a more open workspace appeared before him.
The environment was stylish and cozy, exuding a unique aesthetic touch.
Several women of different ages were busy at their desks, completely engrossed in their work.
No one seemed to notice Tang Song, the unexpected visitor.
Soon, as if sensing something, Tang Song’s gaze shifted to the left.
Beyond the glass curtain wall was a secluded sky garden, lush with greenery and blooming flowers.
Tang Song stepped through the entrance and into the garden.
A figure came into view.
A tailored blazer, a navy-blue pencil skirt, and straight-cut suit pants.
The outfit perfectly outlined her tall, graceful curves.
Her smooth brown hair was tied back neatly, revealing a flawless, polished forehead.
A few loose strands framed her cheeks, adding a soft, ethereal touch.
Secretary Jin sat elegantly on the sofa, her legs crossed slightly.
Beside her, on a small tea table, sat a cup of coffee, the rim faintly marked with lipstick.
Blue skies, white clouds, towering skyscrapers, flourishing plants…
Bathed in natural sunlight, every inch of her skin seemed to glow with confidence and vitality.
Her makeup was subtle, yet breathtakingly refined.
Every movement exuded an indescribable elegance.
"Thump-thump—thump-thump—"
The sound of his heartbeat pounded loudly in his ears.
A faint blush spread across Tang Song’s face as his emotions began to surge.
Even though he had seen her in his memories, that version of her was incomplete.
The Secretary Jin before him now was a fully realized character, meticulously cultivated by the system to perfection.
Of course, in his mind, she was still just a 2D wife that he had carefully nurtured in-game.
Now that she had materialized in reality, the rush of excitement threatened to overwhelm him.
But he forced himself to stay calm, reminding himself—
Character setting! Character setting! Character setting!
This was his first time meeting her in person. He had to stay in control. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⦿fire.net
"Tap, tap, tap—" The sound of his footsteps echoed through the garden.
Secretary Jin, who had been flipping through documents, lifted her head to look at him.
Her eyes were like deep, tranquil pools—dark yet radiant, shimmering with intelligence and sharpness.
Tang Song kept his expression steady and took bold strides toward her.
Their eyes met.
There was no reaction of surprise from Secretary Jin—only a brief pause as she glanced over his attire.
Pointing at the coffee cup on the table, she said in an easy, breezy tone, “Xiao Tang, go get me a cup of coffee.”
Tang Song instantly broke.
A stunned look flashed across his face before he quickly realized—
Secretary Jin had no idea whether she was simply dreaming or if someone had entered her dream through an interface.
The two of them probably hadn’t shared a dream in years, which left her in a hazy subconscious state.
In other words—Secretary Jin was fantasizing.
As for the "Xiao Tang" nickname, that was normal.
When they first met, Secretary Jin had already graduated from university, while Tang Song had just turned eighteen.
Seeing him frozen in place, Secretary Jin put down her documents and stood up, looking at him.
“What? Have you been with too many women and drained yourself dry?”
As she stood—
Her perfectly proportioned figure was displayed before Tang Song’s eyes.
Her full, round chest exuded a vibrant allure that complemented her overall silhouette.
Her waistline formed an enchanting curve, a graceful parabola of elegance.
Her slender, smooth neck, her well-defined shoulders, her firm and perky hips—
Tang Song’s eye twitched.
Clearly, Secretary Jin had opinions about his past actions.
Even in her dreams, she couldn’t let it go.
That was probably why she was being so bold right now.
But he had to admit—this version of Secretary Jin was irresistibly captivating.
Like a goddess—noble, poised, and radiating grace.
Tang Song pursed his lips and decided to indulge her this time.
He picked up the coffee cup and deliberately drank the remaining coffee, pressing his lips exactly where hers had left a mark.
Then, without a word, he turned around and walked out of the sky garden.
Moments later, he returned with a steaming cup of fresh coffee and gently placed it in front of her.
Noticing the heat in his gaze, Secretary Jin smirked and reached out, lightly pinching his chin.
The sensation was soft and delicate, sending a subtle electric current through him.
Then, her fingers traced downward, gliding over his chest and stopping at his heartbeat.
Feeling the rapid thumping beneath her fingertips, a radiant smile spread across Secretary Jin’s face.
“Come here, give me a shoulder massage.”
Tang Song licked his lips and nodded. “Alright, Secretary Jin. But I think you should change outfits.”
He wanted to test whether the special effects of the Couple Outfit would activate within the dream.
“Heh.” Secretary Jin’s smile deepened, her delicate face tilting slightly.
In an instant, her professional attire transformed into Couple Outfit - Misty Rain and Floating Clouds.
The light, flowing fabric carried a dreamy aura, as if it had dyed the surrounding air with romance.
Like a gentle spring breeze, it stirred the strings of Tang Song’s heart.
“Aiya—” With a languid stretch, Secretary Jin reclined onto the sofa, half-lidded eyes signaling for him to come closer.
Tang Song took a step forward, now standing behind her.
His gaze swept over her fair, elegant neckline, her rising and falling chest—his heart pounded even faster.
Slowly, he placed his hands on her shoulders.
The moment their skin made contact, both of them trembled slightly, as if they could sense each other’s emotions.
【Special Effect - Misty Rain and Floating Clouds Activated】
Tang Song’s hands sank gently into the tension of her muscles, starting from the top of her shoulders, gliding along the slight rise of her trapezius, and trailing up to the curve of her neck.
He could distinctly feel the fine texture of her skin—it felt too real for a dream.
Each press of his fingers sent subtle shivers through Secretary Jin’s body.
Her loosely crossed legs gradually straightened, her chest rising and falling with her breath, like raindrops rippling across a still lake.
After a long while, Secretary Jin opened her eyes, extended her legs fully, and said with amusement, “Xiao Tang, massage my legs.”
Hearing her request, Tang Song’s breathing grew noticeably heavier. “Of course, Secretary Jin.”
Without hesitation, he sat down beside her.
Watching his expression, Secretary Jin slowly lifted her legs and rested them on his lap.
Then, she tugged her skirt up slightly, exposing her bare legs.
Her long, slender legs stretched out like two exquisite pillars—perfectly straight, yet carrying a strong, toned beauty.
The lines of her legs flowed naturally, completely free of any excess fat.
From the curve of her thighs to the taper of her calves, the transition was seamless—
Like a gentle mountain stream cascading down, smooth and graceful.
As if sculpted by the hands of nature itself.
Tang Song’s hand lowered, the sensation beneath his fingers smooth and delicate—
Even softer than Xiaojing’s chest.
With the special effects of the Couple Outfit in play, the sensation became even more intense.
Tang Song couldn’t help but apply a little more pressure, focusing intently on the feeling.
"Mmm—" A soft, delicate moan escaped Secretary Jin’s lips, and a misty haze appeared in her bright, expressive eyes.
"Tap, tap, tap—" The sound of approaching footsteps echoed.
Two female assistants walked over, placing freshly printed documents in front of her. “Director Jin, here’s the summary report you requested.”
“Shangguan, give me a brief rundown.”
One of the assistants immediately began explaining in a hushed tone, as if she hadn’t even noticed Tang Song sitting there.
Glancing at the two assistants, then back at Secretary Jin—who was in the middle of indulging in her hundred-day hedonism—Tang Song felt an odd sensation rise in his heart.
Secretary Jin lazily leaned against the sofa, crossing her legs and tapping her calf lightly against Tang Song. “Keep going, don’t stop.”
As she spoke, she pulled her skirt up a little higher.
From Tang Song’s angle, he could even catch a glimpse of a small, snow-white curve at the peak of her thigh—breathtakingly exquisite.
Gripping her thigh, Tang Song let himself get lost in the sensation of Secretary Jin’s body.
As for his character setting? He had long since tossed that out the window.
Seven or eight minutes later.
The two assistants turned and left.
Secretary Jin’s gaze shimmered as she gracefully withdrew her legs, standing up with elegance. A smile played on her lips as she said, “President Tang, what brings you here today?”
Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat.
He realized that she had probably known all along that he was him.
Their eyes met.
Looking into her bright and intelligent gaze, Tang Song rose to his feet as well. “Happy Qixi Festival.”
"Whoosh—" Secretary Jin’s full chest rose and fell with a deep breath. She took a light step forward, pressing herself against Tang Song.
The physical contact triggered the special effects of their outfits, allowing her to faintly sense the shifts in his emotions.
Secretary Jin tilted her head slightly, studying his face with soft, gentle eyes. With a tender smile, she said, “Thank you for the Qixi gift, President Tang. I really like it.”
Staring at Secretary Jin, who was now just inches away, Tang Song took a deep breath.
He reached out, wrapping his arms around her slender and supple waist.
“I love you, Secretary Jin.”
As soon as he said this, before she could even react, Tang Song gripped her shoulders and leaned in—kissing her deeply.
The warmth of their lips pressing together felt incredibly real and vivid.
Tang Song applied slight pressure, pushing Secretary Jin up against the glass curtain wall.
His long, strong fingers gently traced her cheek, handling her as if she were the rarest treasure.
Everything around them blurred into insignificance.
Tang Song’s kiss alternated between gentle entanglement and passionate intensity—
Savoring every bit of his 2D wife’s beauty.
Like a leaf caught in the wind, Secretary Jin’s body trembled slightly, completely out of her own control.
Her hands slowly slid upward, clutching tightly onto his shirt, feeling the rapid beat of his heart.