novelraw Chapter 443: Battle Royale
Chapter 443: Battle Royale
Tang Song still didn’t say a word. He slowly crouched down, his sharp gaze locking onto the "Tactical Girl" sitting on the floor.
"You..." Xu Qing pressed her hands against the ground, shrinking back slightly as she whispered, "W-what are you doing… I… I was just joking with you…"
She felt like Tang Song was radiating an intense "dominant aura," like those "crooked-smile dragon kings" in web novels after transforming.
A little scary! Better surrender first!
Tang Song reached out and lightly pinched her soft cheek, his fingers resting against her lips as he applied slight pressure.
Xu Qing shivered, her face instantly turning red.
She suddenly realized—this scene felt eerily similar to a passage she had written in one of her novels.
Except in her novel, Xu Yanqing was the one teasing Tang Song.
Looking at Tang Song’s handsome face and those deep, mesmerizing eyes, Xu Qing couldn’t help but get drawn into the moment.
Her gaze became hazy. Instinctively, she parted her pink lips and gave his slender finger a small bite, her soft tongue grazing against it.The second she did it, reality hit her like a truck.
Wait—this isn’t a novel!
And my bestie is still here!!
Xu Qing snuck a glance sideways—and saw Shen Yuyan’s utterly stunned expression.
"Ahhh!!" Xu Qing instantly entered overheat mode, shoving Tang Song’s arm away as she glared. "You keep that up, and I’ll bite you for real!"
Damn it! My bestie is right here!
This damn Xiao Songzi is giving me no face at all!
Seeing her reaction, Tang Song couldn’t hold it in anymore—he chuckled. "Then how about we go to your room, and I’ll teach you the right way to bite me?"
As he spoke, he leaned in and wrapped an arm around her exposed waist, his gaze locking onto her.
Hearing his blatantly suggestive words, Xu Qing felt her brain short-circuit.
She stole another glance at her bestie.
Panic mode activated.
"I… I… don’t want to…" She fumbled for words, then clamped her hands over her eyes.
Tang Song leaned in closer, breathing in the faint scent of her skincare products as he smirked. "By the way, I brought you a gift. Want it?"
At the mention of a gift, Xu Qing’s hands slowly lowered, her eyes sparkling. "What kind of gift?"
Tang Song winked, then pulled five gold bars out of his pocket, casually tossing them between his fingers.
"Clink-clink-clink." The crisp sound of metal colliding echoed through the room, the gold gleaming under the light.
Xu Qing blurted out, "Gold bars! So many gold bars!"
"Do you want them?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes!! Thank you, Master, for the gift!" Xu Qing’s big black eyes sparkled as she grabbed them all and stuffed them into her tactical vest.
Seeing her instantly switch back to obedient maid mode, Tang Song laughed and ruffled her thick hair.
Having a theatrical girlfriend was actually kind of fun.
—
Watching the two interact so intimately, Shen Yuyan’s chest subtly rose and fell.
Her voice was low. "You two talk. I’ll go back to my room to work."
With that, she hurried away.
"Bang—" The door shut with force.
Shen Yuyan leaned against it, pressing her lips together.
She wasn’t sure why, but watching Tang Song flirt with her bestie, aside from the usual envy, she also felt a strange sense of betrayal.
Maybe it was because she and Qingqing had been together for too long.
Now that Qingqing suddenly had a boyfriend, watching them act so much closer than she was with her felt… off.
Like she was being left behind.
—
"Ahhh!! Yanyan, save me! Save me!!"
Lost in thought, Shen Yuyan suddenly snapped back to reality.
Outside, Xu Qing’s panicked cries rang out, accompanied by the sound of a chaotic struggle.
Shen Yuyan’s heart jumped. She rushed to open the door—
Only to see Tang Song carrying Xu Qing over his shoulder, gripping her legs tightly.
Xu Qing kicked and squirmed, slapping his broad back.
Seeing her bestie appear, she lifted her head slightly and shouted, "Yanyan, help me!!"
SMACK!
A crisp slap landed on her butt.
Tang Song’s voice was casual. "No need, Yuyan. We’re just playing a role-playing game."
With that, he carried Xu Qing straight toward the bedroom.
Watching them disappear, Shen Yuyan suddenly felt her throat go dry.
She stood there, dazed for a long while.
Then, without thinking, she pressed her thighs together.
She hurried back into her room, grabbed a few tissues, and stuffed them into her pants.
Her face was burning hot.
Her mind buzzed.
She wasn’t the type to be obsessed with looks.
To her, a man’s identity, status, and aura were far more important.
And just earlier, when Tang Song had walked in from the rain—
That unshakable presence.
That dominant aura.
It shook her to the core.
Now, watching him tease Xu Qing, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from running wild.
—
"Ahh—!!"
With a helpless yelp, the Tactical Girl was tossed onto the bed.
Xu Qing immediately rolled to the headboard, flustered and furious. "You’re too much! You actually spanked me in front of my bestie?! You bastard!!"
But Tang Song, who was curious to test her cosplay’s effect, ignored her.
Instead, he stared at her in silence.
After just two seconds, Xu Qing crumbled again.
Her voice softened, filled with grievance. "Why are you being so mean? You’re not gentle at all! You weren’t like this before… I bet now that you’ve had me, you don’t cherish me anymore…"
Her acting mode switched on, her eyes starting to glisten with fake tears.
Tang Song lost it and laughed, shaking his head. "Alright, enough. Let’s just get this over with—30 times, and we’re done."
Xu Qing’s big black eyes darted around. She covered her butt and said weakly, "Can we… not do it?"
"Come here!" Tang Song’s voice deepened slightly.
Xu Qing glared at him, grumbled under her breath, and slowly inched toward the bed’s edge.
Tang Song simply reached out and picked her up, placing her over his lap.
Xu Qing whimpered, her eyes welling up. "You better go easy on me."
Tang Song chuckled, not answering.
Instead, he reached for her belt.
"Ah!!" Xu Qing immediately struggled. "What are you doing?! I have to keep my pants on, or I swear I’ll fight you to the death!"
"Can you not be so dramatic?" Tang Song sighed and smacked her lightly.
Then, he pulled two hip pads out from her pants and tossed them onto the floor.
Looking down at her, he smirked. "I was wondering why your butt looked so big today, and why you wore this cosplay… Turns out you were just faking it."
Seeing her scheme exposed, Xu Qing gave up entirely.
She buried her burning face in her hands, kicked her legs weakly, and muttered, "This is a common style for girls, okay?"
Tang Song pinched her cheek, smacking her again.
Even though Xu Qing’s butt wasn’t particularly big, without the pads, it had just the right softness.
In the quiet bedroom, the sound of basketball-like bouncing echoed.
Tang Song’s smacks weren’t harsh—they were more like a gentle reassurance.
After about ten slaps, he shifted slightly.
"Your pants are really thick. It’s kind of getting in the way."
Xu Qing’s voice instantly sharpened.
"NO! NO WAY!!"
A sharper, crisper sound soon filled the room.
"You bastard, wuwu—!"
Xu Qing twisted and squirmed, but there was no escaping.
TTTT
—
After some time, she turned her head and shouted, "That’s 30 already! You went over!!"
Even if it felt kinda nice, Miss Xu Qing still had her dignity!
This was way too embarrassing!
Tang Song reluctantly stopped, pressing a soft kiss to her fair cheek as he said in a warm voice, "Qingqing, be good. Go change into your sailor uniform, and we’ll keep playing."
His hot breath brushed against her earlobe, instantly turning her skin pink.
Xu Qing’s eyes glistened with moisture as she peeked at him, shifting her legs uncomfortably. "Turn around first."
"No problem, but hurry up." Tang Song urged as he turned his back to her.
Xu Qing bit her lip, crawled to the other side of the bed, and rummaged through the wardrobe.
Finally, she pulled out the sailor uniform she had bought in college.
Luckily, her body hadn’t changed much over the years, so it still fit perfectly.
Soon, the tactical outfit was tossed aside, and the blue-and-white sailor uniform covered her smooth, fair skin.
Back on the bed, Xu Qing shyly called out, "Hey, I’m ready."
Tang Song turned around—his breathing immediately quickened.
She was kneeling on the bed, looking both seductive and innocent.
He casually shrugged off his suit jacket and moved closer.
Noticing his intense gaze, Xu Qing instinctively shrunk back, her face flushed as she warned, "Don’t do anything crazy."
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After all, the memory of his spanking was still fresh.
She was a little scared.
Tang Song’s hand reached out.
Xu Qing froze as if hit with a paralysis spell, unable to move.
"You..."
Tang Song leaned down and kissed her lips, his dark eyes glinting mischievously.
Xu Qing shuddered, then squeezed her eyes shut and covered her face.
(~)
That mix of shyness and playfulness, blended with the intimacy of lovers, instantly lit a fire in Tang Song’s chest. For original chapters go to Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
As if a storm had been unleashed, Xu Qing, who had just recovered from exhaustion, finally understood the true meaning of chaos.
Low whimpers and cries filled the room.
—
September 9, 2023, Saturday
Cloudy, 22~26°C
8:00 AM
A Bentley Continental GT slowly pulled into the underground parking lot of Shengyuan Scenic Residence.
After parking, Tang Song stepped out in a sports outfit, grabbing a camera bag from the trunk.
He entered the villa’s basement, passed through the foyer, and took the elevator straight to the second floor.
"Zhuangzhuang!" Tang Song called out as he pushed open the master bedroom door.
The room was empty.
There was no trace of Wen Ruan.
From downstairs, a low door slam echoed, followed by quick, steady footsteps.
Tang Song smirked, heading down the staircase—only to find her standing there.
Tall. Graceful. Stunning.
Arms crossed over her chest, posture straight and confident.
She wore a black cropped riding jacket, a white base layer, and striped cycling tights.
The tight-fitting ensemble outlined her impeccable curves, highlighting her full, round hips beneath the elastic fabric.
She was impossibly sexy.
Tang Song’s heated gaze lingered, and Wen Ruan’s lips curled into a smirk.
"Little boy, are you ready to ride with your big sis?" she teased. "I’m driving today—I’ll take you flying."
Tang Song’s brow twitched. "Wanna bet I can make you call me daddy right now?"
"Go to hell!" Wen Ruan rolled her eyes, her cheeks slightly pink. "We have a ride planned later. I don’t have time to mess around with you, kiddo."
Ever since she heard Liu Qingning’s childhood stories about him, she had developed a bad habit of calling him that.
Mostly out of jealousy over his childhood sweetheart bond.
Tang Song stepped forward, wrapped his arms around her soft yet toned body, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.
Sincerely, he murmured, "You look stunning today. I really like it."
Their eyes met, and Wen Ruan’s smile widened.
Unable to resist, she kissed his cheek.
"You’re getting smoother with those compliments. Tell me—have you been practicing secretly?"
"You should know best, since you’re the one I’ve been practicing on." Tang Song’s hand drifted downward.
Wen Ruan bit her lip, a thin mist clouding her gaze.
Their eyes locked, tension crackling between them.
Then, Wen Ruan playfully tapped his Adam’s apple with her finger.
"Let’s go, we need to get moving. The car’s parked outside."
"Mm." Tang Song nodded, following her out of the villa.
—
A sleek black Audi RS6 sat quietly at the curb, its metallic paint gleaming under the muted morning light.
Strapped to the roof rack were two Cervélo S5 road bikes, their designs sleek and futuristic.
As a car enthusiast, Tang Song’s eyes immediately brightened at the sight of the performance wagon with mounted bikes.
Wen Ruan headed to the trunk, popping it open to reveal a meticulously packed setup:
Helmets, gloves, water bottles, snacks, rain gear, a first-aid kit… Everything perfectly arranged.
She carefully took Tang Song’s camera bag and tucked it neatly inside before closing the hatch.
Then, grinning excitedly, she turned to him.
"Come on! Get in!"
She was someone who loved life, with a wide range of hobbies.
After months of nonstop work, she finally had the chance to unwind.
And she had never gone on a vacation with Tang Song before.
So for today’s "4+2 cycling trip," she had been up before dawn, carefully preparing everything.
—
"VROOOOM—"
The RS6’s engine growled to life.
The Black Knight of a car glided out of Shengyuan Scenic Residence and merged into Yan City’s bustling traffic.
Inside, the two of them chatted non-stop.
Mostly, Wen Ruan explaining cycling tips and going over the planned route.
As a seasoned rider and a local, she had everything perfectly mapped out.
As they left the main city district, traffic thinned, and beautiful scenery unfolded.
Wen Ruan casually tapped on the music player.
From the B&O surround sound system, a deep, mellow voice filled the cabin—
"♪ Nothing can hold you back—your heart longs for freedom... A life unchained, untamed…"
She turned to Tang Song, her bright eyes twinkling playfully.
Humming along, she swayed gently to the music, her entire demeanor carefree and radiant.
Tang Song’s fingers tapped along to the beat, watching her from the side.
Her profile was soft and delicate against the overcast sky, a striking contrast to the fierce machine she controlled.
The unzipped jacket revealed a glimpse of her full, fair chest.
Her hips swayed slightly, the toned abs beneath shifting subtly like a moving landscape painting.
Stylish. Sexy. Free-spirited. Alluring.
And yet, beneath it all, there was a warmth as vast as the open road ahead.
Tang Song couldn't help but stare, lost in thought.
"Hey, little boy, any longer and I’ll have to start charging you!" Wen Ruan snapped her fingers playfully, her voice carrying a lazy chuckle.
Tang Song chuckled, reaching over to grab her thick, toned thigh. His voice was lighthearted. "Do I get a discount if it’s me?"
Wen Ruan tilted her head slightly, lowering her voice into a silky, teasing lilt. "That depends on your performance today. It rained yesterday, so the roads might be a little slippery. I wonder if you have the endurance and skills to keep up."
"Beating you will be easy."
"Don’t be so sure~"
Outside the window, the scenery blurred past like a reel of film.
Wen Ruan casually lowered the window.
The sweet scent of locust flowers drifted into the car, carried by the cool September breeze, lifting strands of her long, silky hair.
—
9:00 AM
The Audi RS6 smoothly rolled to a stop on the greenway along the Hutuo River.
The engine’s warmth slowly dissipated in the crisp morning air.
It was the perfect early autumn weekend.
By the riverside, a crowd of tourists had already gathered.
The moment Wen Ruan stepped out of the RS6 in her sleek, skin-tight cycling gear, heads immediately turned.
Her sensual, athletic figure was undeniably eye-catching.
Noticing the faint trace of jealousy in Tang Song’s expression, Wen Ruan covered her mouth with a laugh.
She gracefully stepped forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
Tang Song, watching his gentle yet stunning big sister, couldn’t help but pat her full, round peach hips.
Then, he unstrapped the road bikes from the rack, slung his cycling pack over his shoulders, and filled it with essentials.
Wen Ruan tied her hair into a neat ponytail and mounted her bike with ease.
Seeing Tang Song still adjusting his cycling computer, she grinned mischievously.
"Big sis is leaving first. Catch up to me, and you’ll get a special reward."
—
The wheels hummed rhythmically against the smooth asphalt.
Wen Ruan’s long, toned legs pedaled swiftly, her hip and thigh muscles tightening and relaxing like a graceful feline in motion.
A true pro.
Tang Song smirked, quickly finishing his setup before slipping on his gear.
Then, he took off in pursuit.
The autumn wind swirled through the ginkgo leaves, chasing after them.
The smooth greenway road echoed with their banter and laughter.
—
Nearing noon.
Riding side by side, they entered Zhengding Ancient City, stopping beneath the old city walls.
As expected from a popular tourist destination, the streets were bustling with people.
Tang Song held Wen Ruan’s hand as they strolled along the well-paved cobblestone streets, weaving through the narrow alleyways of the ancient town.
Every so often, they paused to sample the local street food.
Translucent shumai, golden crispy pastries, sweet and tangy candied hawthorns…
—
After turning down a quiet alley, Wen Ruan suddenly stopped in her tracks.
Pointing ahead, she asked in surprise, "Since when did a Shimmer Coffee open here?"
She had visited this area countless times but had never seen this store before.
Tang Song followed her gaze.
Beneath the ancient city wall, the Shimmer Coffee acrylic sign glowed softly in the sunlight.
After a brief moment of thought, he chuckled.
"I think I remember—this was one of Sister Shuyu’s planned expansion stores before the financing round. Looks like it just opened."
While securing investment, Xie Shuyu had also started experimenting with various store models.
This particular location was a fast-pickup store, roughly 50 square meters, similar in size to a typical Luckin Coffee outlet.
—
A complicated glint flashed in Wen Ruan’s eyes.
With a faint tone of petty jealousy, she muttered, "Sister Shuyu, huh? You sure call her that pretty affectionately. First, you worked a part-time job at her place, and then you went ahead and invested. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to."
"Uh…" Tang Song gave a sheepish laugh, scratching her palm. "My dear baby Ruanruan, let’s talk about something else, okay?"
Hearing his endearing nickname, Wen Ruan’s expression softened again.
"Alright, fine. We’ve already eaten so much, let’s go have some coffee. I’ll admit, Shimmer Coffee actually makes a pretty good cup."
Truthfully, she had no real ill feelings toward Xie Shuyu.
In fact, she had always admired the self-made CEO.
But since they were the same age, and considering Tang Song’s relationship with her, it was only natural to feel a little jealous.
Since she could say it out loud, it meant she wasn’t truly upset.
She just wanted some extra attention.
—
As they stepped through the bright glass doors, a gentle aroma of coffee and sweet pastries greeted them.
The interior, though not as lavish as the city center locations, was still chic and cozy—a small yet refined space.
Since it was lunchtime, the café was already filled with customers—mostly couples.
Hand in hand, Tang Song and Wen Ruan walked up to the counter.
Just as they were about to place their order, Tang Song’s smile froze.
His pupils dilated slightly.
Noticing his reaction, Wen Ruan followed his gaze—
And stiffened in shock.
Standing quietly in the corner near the counter was a stunning woman—Xie Shuyu.
—
Today, she wore a sleek white form-fitting turtleneck under a plaid blazer, paired with a matching high-waisted skirt.
Her long black hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulders, the ends subtly curled.
She stood there calmly, her makeup flawless, exuding an air of composure and grace.
Her bright, intelligent eyes flickered between Tang Song and Wen Ruan.
Then, they landed on their intertwined hands.
Her expression subtly cooled.
—
DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.
Tang Song’s brows twitched violently.
Two girlfriends running into each other?
This was his first time experiencing a "battlefield scenario," and his nerves immediately tensed.
He had always known this day would come.
Since he had chosen to walk this path, he had mentally prepared himself.
But he hadn’t expected his first crisis to involve Wen Ruan and Xie Shuyu.
Two mature, intelligent women.
Very, very difficult to handle.
—
Wen Ruan glanced at Tang Song, then deliberately released his hand.
She stepped forward, smiling.
"Good afternoon, President Xie. What a coincidence running into you here."
Having been hardened by Su Yu’s influence, she wasn’t particularly rattled.
She just didn’t want Tang Song to suffer.
Xie Shuyu’s red lips parted slightly, forming a faint smile.
"The store is in trial operation. I came to check on things."
Then, her gaze shifted to Tang Song.
"This is, after all, our first-ever fast-pickup store. Wouldn’t you agree, Tang Song?"
As she spoke, she stepped out from behind the counter, standing directly before them.
In her elegant, fitted suit, she looked tall, stunning, and poised— exuding an irresistible charm.
—
On a normal day, Tang Song would have flirted a little, maybe taken some liberties with the boss-lady.
But right now?
Not a single thought of that.
Licking his suddenly dry lips, he forced an awkward smile.
"Good afternoon, Shuyu. Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet. Want to join me?"
Xie Shuyu’s slender fingers twitched slightly.
Though her expression remained neutral, the air was undeniably charged.
—
Before Tang Song could respond, Wen Ruan smoothly stepped forward, positioning herself between them.
"We’ve been snacking all morning. Let’s just have coffee together instead."
Their gazes met.
And in Wen Ruan’s eyes, Xie Shuyu found her answer.