novelraw Chapter 422: Xu Qing Fears Nothing!
Chapter 422: Xu Qing Fears Nothing!
Tang Song read the message over and over again, a complicated expression in his eyes.
There was a lot to unpack in this 200-word message from Zhang Yan.
She was currently in Fengcheng, had a former landlord with mental issues, and had just moved to a new place recently.
She had built a social circle in Yangcheng, and her life was busy.
Most importantly—she had been leaving messages on his QQ, knowing he wouldn’t see them.
Considering her decade-long streak of sending holiday wishes, her occasional appearances in his dreamscape memories of No.1 High School, and that semi-basement room in Tiantongyuan, Tang Song quickly arrived at a conclusion.
Zhang Yan liked him.
His middle school memories were already fuzzy, but as her deskmate for three years, his impression of her remained somewhat intact.
Back then, Zhang Yan was introverted and silent, always keeping her head down, hesitant to interact with others, and struggling with her studies.
At the time, Tang Song was one of the top students in their small-town middle school, often showing off his knowledge, helping her with problems, and rambling about anime and novels he was into.At 14 or 15, he had been immature, naive, and constantly joking around, yet somehow, he had become her closest friend in class.
Though he never knew much about her home life, it was clear from her clothing and their village gossip that her family was struggling financially.
Occasionally, when buying snacks or breakfast, he would bring her some too, using the excuse of needing a partner for Gomoku.
Middle school had been a carefree, lively time for him, a period where his personality and values began to take shape.
Reading this message from Zhang Yan, Tang Song suddenly saw a thread—
A thread that stretched across ten years, fragile yet unbroken.
He couldn’t understand what kind of mindset had driven her to keep leaving messages all these years, knowing he wouldn’t read them.
But one thing was certain—it left a huge impact on him.
He clicked into the chat window, wanting to type a reply.
But in the end, he didn’t.
Ten years had passed. From 15 to 25, he had undergone drastic changes.
He was no longer the naive, carefree Tang Rong she remembered.
And he knew nothing about the Zhang Yan of today.
Maybe he should log into this alternate account more often.
Maybe he should try to understand how she had changed over the years.
"Hah..."
Leaning back into the couch, Tang Song closed his eyes briefly.
There was something strangely moving about realizing that someone had been watching over him all these years.
But high school had been all about Liu Qingning and his studies, and later, he had drowned himself in his "dreamscape".
He had missed so many details.
And Zhang Yan—she was one of those overlooked details.
Tang Song sat in silence for a while.
Then, heading to the bar counter, he poured himself a glass of red wine, casually plucking his guitar as he sipped.
Outside, the night deepened, the cityscape shifting from bustling traffic to a tranquil glow of distant high-rises.
The lights of the skyline merged seamlessly with the stars above.
September 2, 2023 — Saturday — Cloudy — 22~30°C
Beicheng Garden Complex.
"Smack!"
A blue Durex box landed squarely on Xu Qing’s head.
"You… You… Tang Song, what do you think you’re doing?!"
Xu Qing huddled against the corner of the wall, looking up at his tall, muscular frame with wide, terrified eyes—
Small. Weak. Helpless.
"Qingqing. Come here."
Tang Song’s expression was blank as he stared down at her.
"Put it on for me."
Xu Qing stared at the box in front of her, her face flushing deep red.
"H-How do I even put this on?"
"What do you think?"
Tang Song’s gaze dropped to her lips.
"I won’t say it a third time. Come here and put it on."
The morning sunlight streamed through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow on his sculpted figure.
His features were sharp and defined, his brows carrying an aura of cold dominance.
"Why are you being so aggressive?!" Xu Qing mustering up her courage, shot back, "When my bestie gets here, she’s going to beat you up!"
"Heh. You mean Shen Yuyan?"
Tang Song gestured toward the side.
"She’s right next door. In fact, she was the one I ordered to buy these for me."
Just then, the door next to them swung open.
A tall, stunning figure stepped inside—
Lin Muxue, clad in a sleek secretary outfit.
Her flawless makeup, her hair neatly tied back, her black pencil skirt and blouse hugging every curve—
She was exuding the aura of a refined yet dangerous woman.
And at her feet, Shen Yuyan was collapsed on the ground, looking utterly defeated.
Lin Muxue shot her a glance, full of disdain.
Clearly, Shen Yuyan had been utterly crushed by this villainous femme fatale.
"Ahh! You wicked Liu Ruyan! Let go of my bestie!"
Xu Qing screamed at the top of her lungs.
And then—
She bolted upright in bed.
Blinking groggily, she took in her surroundings.
Slowly, her dazed expression turned back to normal.
Oh.
She had been dreaming.
Last night, she had been way too excited.
She had tossed and turned until dawn, her mind filled with all sorts of absurd dreams.
Some about reality, some about novels.
Some about Xu Yanqing, some about Xu Qing.
There was even a scene where Little Jing tied her up and whipped her.
Just thinking about it was terrifying.
Xu Qing grabbed her phone—
It was already almost 8 AM?!
"Crap!"
She hurriedly changed into her workout clothes.
After a brief warm-up on the elliptical, she switched on the TV and mirrored a high-intensity weight-loss workout.
Standing barefoot on her yoga mat, she began moving with full concentration.
She deeply regretted her excessive snacking.
At 166cm/54.5kg, she had always thought she looked fine.
But now, facing reality, she was starting to panic.
The real problem?
She only had a measly B-cup.
Meanwhile, Wen Ruan was an unstoppable E-cup force of nature.
Even the others—Little Jing, Lin Muxue—were at least solid Cs.
And she knew for a fact that Tang Song’s physique was insane.
According to Little Jing, he even had eight-pack abs.
What if that scumbag mocked her for being "chubby and flat-chested"?!
That would be the ultimate humiliation.
Desperate times called for desperate measures.
She had already decided to skip breakfast and lunch today.
She had to slim down as much as possible.
Just then—
The front door swung open.
Shen Yuyan walked in, raising a plastic bag with a grin.
"Got you your favorite—freshly steamed pork dumplings. Hurry and eat them while they’re hot."
"I’m on a diet. Not eating!"
Shen Yuyan casually placed the dumplings on the dining table, her tone full of mocking amusement.
"Oh, please. With how inconsistent you are, I’d be shocked if you actually lost weight."
Xu Qing pouted in protest.
"You haven’t noticed? I’ve totally slimmed down! Look closely!"
Feeling her best friend’s scrutinizing gaze, Xu Qing straightened her back, subtly sucking in her stomach to make herself look slimmer and her chest fuller.
Shen Yuyan examined her for a moment—then burst into laughter.
"Nope. Don’t see it."
"That just means you need glasses!" Xu Qing’s face turned bright red.
Shen Yuyan’s expression was playful.
"Relax. Tang Song doesn’t like you for your body. Breakfast is important—skipping meals is bad for your stomach."
"So you’re saying my body isn’t good enough?!"
"Oh? Want to compare?"
Shen Yuyan leaned forward slightly, tugging down her top a bit.
The C+ cup pressure was overwhelming, radiating an undeniable presence.
Xu Qing instinctively shrank back, muttering curses under her breath.
Reluctantly giving up the fight, she sat at the dining table and started devouring the dumplings.
She had to admit—her bestie had been a C-cup queen since high school, on the verge of breaking into D territory.
She couldn’t win this battle. Better to retreat for now.
As Xu Qing chewed angrily, Shen Yuyan pinched her cheek.
"I’ve got client meetings today—probably gonna be super busy. If anything comes up, call me, and I’ll guide you through it."
She knew Xu Qing too well.
Her best friend’s biggest charm was her personality—she could brighten any room and was genuinely sincere.
Otherwise, Shen Yuyan wouldn’t be this close to her, treating her like a real sister.
"Got it." Xu Qing mumbled, stuffing the last dumpling into her mouth.
Then, she leaped into action.
First—a hot shower.
Then—hair removal, skincare, makeup, colored contacts, styling...
As a professional cosplayer, she had perfected every step of the process.
Once she put on her cosplay outfit, she was guaranteed to make Tang Song's jaw drop.
He’d be so mesmerized he wouldn’t be able to look away!
Mwahaha!
CY<4
11:00 AM
"Ring ring—"
Just as Xu Qing finished getting ready, her phone rang.
She answered immediately.
"Hello? Luoluo, where are you?"
"Oh, got it. I’ll head out now. Just wait for me at the south entrance."
Hanging up, Xu Qing grabbed her bag and hurried downstairs.
Outside the Apartment Complex
Standing by the curb were two familiar faces—Ma Luoluo and Zhao Meimei.
Ma Luoluo had short hair, tattoos, earrings, and a bold, stylish outfit.
Beside her, Zhao Meimei was grinning.
Both were former members of the Yan City Tech University cosplay club and had once been Xu Qing’s loyal cosplay crew.
"Qingqing, over here!" Ma Luoluo waved.
Xu Qing jogged over, smiling.
"Meimei! Weren’t you skipping today? What changed your mind?"
Zhao Meimei covered her mouth, giggling, then pointed at the Maserati Ghibli parked beside them.
"Luoluo’s boyfriend is treating us to lunch. How could I miss a free meal? Hehe. Might as well grab a new cosplay outfit while I’m at it."
Just then, the car window rolled down, revealing Zhang Xiao’s familiar face.
Medium-length hair, a casual smile.
He waved at Xu Qing.
"Hey, Qingqing! Long time no see. Damn, you’ve gotten even prettier."
Xu Qing grinned mischievously.
"Great eye!"
With a full face of makeup today, even Su Yu would have to take a step back.
Ma Luoluo rolled her eyes and knocked on the car window.
"Oi, why aren’t you complimenting me?"
"Luoluo baby, you’re gorgeous too!" Zhang Xiao laughed. "Alright, get in. Let’s eat before your shopping spree."
"That’s more like it!"
Soon, the three girls hopped into the car.
The royal blue Maserati Ghibli smoothly pulled away, heading straight for a high-end Italian restaurant in Huaxin District.
Luxury Dining & The Diet That Failed
Zhang Xiao was generous, ordering over ¥3000 worth of dishes:
Parma ham with melon, seafood salad, pan-seared foie gras with fig sauce, black truffle pasta...
Xu Qing’s diet resolve?
Gone.
Instead, she was snapping food pics, posting on social media, and indulging like there was no tomorrow.
After finishing a molten chocolate lava cake, she patted her stomach—only to realize it felt… full.
Her face instantly turned pale.
She was supposed to be fasting!
Now, she had eaten a massive meal instead.
(*。>Ⅱ<) "Help! Is it too late to take laxatives?!"
Desperate, she rushed to the bathroom, attempting damage control.
After a solid effort, she finally felt like she had shaved off at least some of the excess weight.
With her confidence restored, she emerged ready for the next step—shopping!
Shopping Spree at Pure Dimension Culture Hall
After lunch, Zhang Xiao dropped them off at the largest cosplay boutique in Yan City—Pure Dimension Culture Hall.
"I’ll go chill with my friends. Luoluo, call me when you’re done."
"Got it! Bye, babe!"
"Bye!"
"Thanks, Brother Xiao!"
As the Maserati disappeared, Zhao Meimei sighed with envy.
"Luoluo, you’re so lucky. Your boyfriend is amazing."
Ma Luoluo smirked smugly.
"It’s mutual! I treat him well too. I’m buying this cosplay outfit just for him—otherwise, why would he be so eager to treat us?"
Zhao Meimei grinned.
"Oooh, so tonight… something’s happening?"
"Hehe. Already booked a five-star luxury suite."
"Damn, y’all are rich!"
Inside Pure Dimension Culture Hall
The boutique was a three-story standalone building, luxuriously decorated, boasting the largest collection of cosplay outfits in Yan City—
From standard sizes to full customization.
Xu Qing stepped inside and immediately lit up.
Eyes sparkling, all her worries vanished.
Excitedly, she browsed through the endless selection of gorgeous cosplay costumes.
She had always loved cosplay.
Even as a child, she had obsessed over dressing up her Barbie dolls.
Back then, she could only afford cheap, second-hand costumes.
But today?
Thanks to Tang Song’s generosity…
She was going for the best of the best.
With ¥50,000 in hand, Xu Qing felt invincible.
JK uniforms, Asuka Langley, Little Daji, maid outfits…
For the first time in her life, she was spending money like water—and it felt fantastic.
In just over three hours, she had burned through ¥9,000, buying six high-quality cosplay outfits.
For the final touch, she picked one that could be worn out on the street—a classic JK uniform—and changed into it.
As she ran her hands over the premium fabric and admired her reflection in the mirror, her confidence skyrocketed.
Hmph! I, Xu Qing, am unparalleled in beauty! The cosplay world’s mini Su Yu!
The moment Little Song sees me, he’ll be absolutely mesmerized.
He won’t care about my weight! He won’t care about my cup size!
O(n_n)o HAHAHA!
Imagining the scene in her head, Xu Qing suddenly burst into laughter.
Zhao Meimei patted her on the shoulder, puzzled.
"What’s up, Qingqing?"
"Ahem, nothing, nothing."
Xu Qing straightened her posture and smirked at herself in the mirror.
Zhao Meimei raised an eyebrow. "By the way, Qingqing, what’s going on with that 'crush' who sent you the luxury gift set? You haven’t mentioned him lately, and you haven’t posted about it on your WeChat Moments either."
A Qixi Festival gift like that was clearly a confession—the whole cosplay club group chat had been waiting for an update, but so far, radio silence.
Ma Luoluo joined in, looking curious.
"Yeah, he didn’t even ask you out this weekend? Don’t tell me you were lying to us?"
Hearing their doubts, Xu Qing immediately tensed up.
As the leader of the university’s cosplay club, Ma Luoluo and Zhao Meimei had once been her "loyal underlings."
How could she lose face in front of them now?!
Xu Qing quickly snapped into professional cosplayer mode, her expression calm and composed.
"Hmph, I wasn’t going to bring it up, but actually, I came here to buy cosplay outfits because he begged me to. A few days ago, he wired me ¥50,000 on WeChat to get new clothes."
"Huh?"
Zhao Meimei’s eyes widened.
"Fifty grand? No way!"
"Of course it’s real!"
For once, Xu Qing was actually telling the truth—so she spoke with full confidence.
"No wonder you were spending money like a queen just now!"
"Damn, your crush treats you too well!"
Hearing their admiration, Xu Qing sank deeper into her fantasy.
"Sigh, he’s been chasing me too aggressively lately. Clingy as hell. He even went ahead and booked a presidential suite at Lanfeng International Hotel—tonight, we’re going there for a private cosplay photoshoot."
Zhao Meimei swallowed hard.
"Lanfeng International’s presidential suite? The one that costs ¥30,000 to ¥40,000 per night?!"
She had thought Ma Luoluo’s boyfriend was generous, but this? This was on another level.
Ma Luoluo’s eyes flashed with curiosity.
"Qingqing, what does your crush do for a living? Is he some rich second-gen?"
Xu Qing’s lips curled into a smug smile.
"Nope. He built his own fortune. He’s a first-generation entrepreneur, owns multiple businesses, and is well-known in the financial investment world."
"Hiss—damn! That’s insane!"
Zhao Meimei gasped.
"This is the closest I’ve ever been to a true big shot!"
Ma Luoluo paused for a second.
"Then… he must be a bit older, right?"
Xu Qing smirked.
"Not at all. He’s around our age—and he’s ridiculously handsome. Especially when he smiles, it’s just… breathtaking."
"Uh…"
Zhao Meimei’s jaw dropped.
Ma Luoluo, however, narrowed her eyes.
"Qingqing, you’re not making this up, are you? The more I listen, the more it sounds like a fairy tale."
Zhao Meimei’s eyes suddenly lit up in realization.
"Wait! Could it be… one of the characters from your novels?"
As longtime friends, they both knew Xu Qing had a hobby of writing web novels.
She never revealed what she wrote, but this guy she was describing?
He sounded exactly like a novel protagonist.
Adding in her over-the-top personality and tendency to dramatize things…
The truth was starting to take shape in their minds.
"Hey!" Xu Qing lifted her chin.
"You guys are slandering me! Everything I said is 100% real!"
But her tone lacked conviction.
Ma Luoluo and Zhao Meimei exchanged glances, silently reaching an understanding.
Still, as her good friends and longtime cosplay partners, they didn’t expose her outright—instead, they played along, showering her with admiration.
The three of them chatted and browsed the store for a bit longer.
Then—
Ma Luoluo grabbed Xu Qing’s arm, grinning mischievously.
"Qingqing, it’s almost 5 PM. Hurry up and call your 'crush'—tell him to come pick you up!"
Zhao Meimei eagerly nodded.
"Yeah! Plus, you bought so much stuff, carrying it alone would be tough."
Truthfully, they were dying to see this so-called 'crush' in person—
How much of Xu Qing’s story was real, and how much was… well, just her usual theatrics?
They were about to find out.
Xu Qing, now fully believing in her own fantasy, pulled out her phone and dialed Tang Song’s number.
"(>)/"
"Doo… Doo… Doo—"
"Hello, Qingqing."
Tang Song’s deep, smooth voice came through the receiver.
Xu Qing put on her most aloof, arrogant tone.
"Weren’t we going to the hotel? When are you picking me up? I’ve already bought the outfits."
"Oh? Did you get the ones I like?"
Xu Qing hmphed.
"Why do you ask so many questions? You’ll see when we meet."
"Alright. Send me the location."
"Hmph! You better not keep me waiting."
She hung up immediately, then sent him her location pin.
Turning to her two "little underlings," she smirked.
"Done. He’s on his way. I’ll be heading out soon."
Ma Luoluo flashed a playful smile, waving her phone.
"We can go together. Actually, Zhang Xiao booked a hotel too—at Lanfeng International."
Xu Qing froze.
"Huh…? What a… coincidence."
She had no idea which hotel Tang Song had actually booked.
The only time he’d ever mentioned one, he had casually mentioned a presidential suite at Lanfeng International.
So earlier—just to show off—she had said the same thing.
But if it wasn’t the presidential suite…
She’d be totally exposed!
Ma Luoluo and Zhao Meimei exchanged knowing glances, covering their mouths to stifle laughter.
It was obvious—most of what Xu Qing had said was exaggerated.
Now, they were just waiting to see how this would unfold.
Oh, this was going to be good.
The Waiting Game
The three of them waited in the lounge area for over ten minutes.
Soon—
Ma Luoluo’s boyfriend, Zhang Xiao, walked in.
Beside him was a tall, slim guy wearing frameless glasses—looking very much like a quiet intellectual.
Zhang Xiao clapped a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
"This is my buddy, Yu Chenguang. His family lives nearby."
Then, turning to the girls—
"This is Xu Qing and Zhao Meimei—Luoluo’s university friends."
Yu Chenguang’s gaze landed on Xu Qing—dressed in her pristine JK uniform.
For a moment, his eyes shone with interest.
"Hello, nice to meet you."
Xu Qing smiled politely.
"Hello."
Zhao Meimei grinned.
"Hi, Yu-ge!"
And so—
The stage was set.
Now, the real fun was about to begin.
Zhang Xiao smiled knowingly.
"Luoluo and I are heading straight to the hotel. Chenguang happens to be free, so he can drive you two home, Qingqing, Meimei."
Ma Luoluo quickly waved her hands.
"No need to trouble Yu-ge! Qingqing’s boyfriend is picking her up soon—he’s also going to Lanfeng International Hotel. Meimei can just take the subway home."
She had previously heard Zhang Xiao mention that a wealthy friend had seen Qingqing’s photos on her Moments and was interested in her.
That friend was most likely Yu Chenguang.
But now, Qingqing was clearly getting serious with her ‘crush’—basically at the 'almost dating' stage.
Given the situation, it was better not to introduce someone else.
Hearing this, both Zhang Xiao and Yu Chenguang stiffened slightly.
Zhang Xiao scratched his head, looking a bit awkward.
"Qingqing has a boyfriend?"
He had wanted to introduce his friend to her, but not only did she already have someone, she was literally heading to a hotel with him tonight.
Talk about bad timing.
Ma Luoluo leaned in and whispered to her boyfriend, "I think it happened around Qixi Festival—so it’s pretty recent."
She wasn’t entirely sure, but given how casually Qingqing had been throwing around ‘my boyfriend’, it was better to sell the story.
Yu Chenguang adjusted his glasses, maintaining a gentlemanly demeanor.
"No worries, I’ll just drive Meimei home then."
"Ring, ring—"
Xu Qing’s phone rang.
She picked it up immediately.
"Hello? Where are you?"
A brief pause.
"Oh, okay. Got it."
Hanging up, Xu Qing smiled faintly.
"My boyfriend’s here. He’s waiting for me outside."
With a swift motion, she grabbed her shopping bags and walked toward the exit with a light, confident stride.
Little Song might be a scumbag, but he’s flawless in every other way.
Whether it was for meeting people or showing off, he was the perfect accessory.
In a novel, he’d totally be a final boss-level character.
Since he had obediently come to pick her up, she supposed she could do him a favor and let him play the role of her ‘boyfriend’ for a bit.
Hmph. Consider this a rare privilege!
Ma Luoluo and Zhao Meimei hurried after her, helping carry some of the shopping bags.
As they walked away, Zhang Xiao patted Yu Chenguang’s shoulder.
"Sorry, bro."
Yu Chenguang shrugged nonchalantly.
"No worries. As long as I keep trying, who knows? Nothing’s set in stone."
Who said a girl with a boyfriend was off-limits?
He was genuinely interested in Qingqing—so as long as he played his cards right, he believed he still had a chance.Xu Qing’s eyes darted around as she stepped outside.
She was secretly searching for Tang Song’s silver Mercedes S450L.
But instead, her gaze landed on a sleek black Rolls-Royce parked by the curb.
The car exuded an aura of power and wealth, its luxurious presence unmistakable.
Yu Chenguang walked over to a black Porsche Panamera, casually grabbing the handle as the car’s lights flashed, unlocking it.
He turned to Zhao Meimei.
"Come on, I’ll drive you home."
Zhao Meimei waved her hands frantically.
"No, no! It’s okay, Yu-ge! I’ll just take a taxi."
She was polite, but firm.
Yu Chenguang smiled slightly and didn’t insist.
Meanwhile, Ma Luoluo looked around curiously.
"Qingqing, where’s your boyfriend? Didn’t you say he was already here?"
At this, Zhang Xiao and Yu Chenguang also turned their attention to her.
Xu Qing’s heart skipped a beat.
Shit.
Don’t tell me Little Song is flaking at the last minute?!
Did he want me to beg him?!
Just as she was about to call him again—
"Click—"
The Rolls-Royce Phantom’s door slowly opened.
A deep, magnetic voice drifted out—
"Qingqing, over here."
Everyone’s heads snapped toward the source.
A tall, impeccably dressed figure stepped out.
His tailored suit fit perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and slim waist.
The high-end fabric glimmered faintly under the fading daylight, accentuating his sharp features and striking presence.
Then, the driver’s door opened.
A tall, poised female chauffeur stepped out, walking briskly to stand beside him.
Tang Song’s gaze was deep, his lips curving into a faint, unreadable smile.
Under the golden glow of the evening, he carried an air of effortless elegance, detached yet commanding.
Xu Qing felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Her body shuddered involuntarily.
Good job, Little Song! You actually pulled out the Rolls-Royce?!
This… This is straight out of my novels! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel•fire.net
A male lead stepping into reality!
For a moment, her thoughts swirled chaotically.
Then, she completely transformed into ‘Xu Yanqing.’
With a calm, almost indifferent expression, she nodded slightly.
"You’re here, Tang Song."
Of course, she completely forgot she was standing there in a JK uniform—
The visual contrast was jarringly ridiculous.
Without hesitation, she handed over all her shopping bags.
The female chauffeur, Liu Jiayi, silently took them, swiftly placing them in the trunk.
Tang Song glanced at Xu Qing, clearly noticing her odd behavior.
Then, with an easy, natural motion, he acknowledged her two friends with a nod.
Zhang Xiao and Yu Chenguang exchanged looks—
Then grinned widely, both barely suppressing their laughter.
Ma Luoluo & Zhao Meimei: The Shock of a Lifetime
Ma Luoluo finally snapped out of her daze.
"Qingqing, we’ll see you at Lanfeng International Hotel, then!"
Zhao Meimei, still stunned, could only manage a delayed wave.
As Xu Qing stood before Tang Song, Ma Luoluo and Zhao Meimei finally processed what they had just witnessed.
Their eyes went wide with disbelief.
Wait. Hold on.
THIS was Qingqing’s ‘crush’?!
Are you FREAKING kidding me?!
Qingqing! You were serious?!
Tang Song’s smirk deepened as he watched the two girls struggle to comprehend reality.
He casually opened the car door for Xu Qing.
"Shall we?"
Xu Qing lifted her chin, stepping into the Rolls-Royce as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
Before closing the door, she flashed a glance at her two ‘little sisters’—full of smugness.
"See you later."
The door shut with a soft ‘click.’
And then—
The Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled away smoothly, disappearing into the evening.
Leaving Ma Luoluo and Zhao Meimei standing there, completely dumbfounded.
"...Did we just witness a real-life novel scene?"
"Forget that—DID SHE JUST LAND A GOD-TIER BOYFRIEND?!"
"QINGQING, EXPLAIN YOURSELF!"