novelraw Chapter 446: Ambiguity
Chapter 446: Ambiguity
September 10, 2023, Sunday, Overcast Turning to Partly Cloudy, 20~26°C.
The early morning air carried the crisp chill of autumn, seeping into the bedroom through the glass windows.
In the dim light, Yao Lingling slowly opened her eyes, reaching for her phone to check the time.
6:15 AM—15 minutes before her alarm was set to go off.
With the International Fashion Exhibition coming up on Wednesday, she had spent the entire previous day at the office, perfecting her exhibition piece.
The Chinese-style women's autumn outfit was inspired by Tang Song’s wardrobe choices, combined with a surge of her own creativity—her best work to date.
She was confident in it.
Throwing off the blanket, she sat up quickly, crossed her legs, and opened Tang Song’s chat window—
Daily weather forecast and outfit recommendation, sent.
After that, she shared a Teacher’s Day blessing in her Moments feed.She slipped out of her pajamas—a chill immediately crawling over her skin.
"One autumn rain, one degree colder."
Autumn had officially arrived.
She changed into workout clothes and strapped on her smartwatch before heading downstairs for a morning jog.
Along the way, she passed by joggers and dog walkers, cheerfully greeting them all with a bright smile.
Back at her rental apartment, she chatted with Tang Song for a bit before taking a hot shower.
In the steamy bathroom, she turned side to side in front of the mirror.
"Yep. Waist-to-hip ratio is everything!"
As long as the waist was slim and the hips were full, she could still achieve a perfectly alluring figure.
Lately, she had been getting a lot more attention—even strangers would occasionally approach her for WeChat.
After admiring herself for a bit, she toweled off and checked her phone.
A new unread message had popped up.
【Qiuqiu: "Sorry, Lingling, I won’t be joining the ride this time. You and Tang Song can go ahead without me."】
Yao Lingling frowned slightly.
Qiuqiu had already mentioned this two days ago, but she had been too busy to address it.
Last night, she finally found time to call her, talking for a long while, trying to convince her.
In the end, Qiuqiu said she’d think about it.
Yet she still wasn’t coming.
After a moment of thought, Yao Lingling opened their three-person group chat and sent a message:
"@Tang Song, senior, @Qiuqiu can’t make it, so it’s just the two of us today. (#helpless)"
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【Qiuqiu: "@Tang Song, @Lingling, really sorry, I’m not feeling well today, so I won’t be going. Have fun!"】
【Lingling: "You’re sick? Is it serious?"】
【Qiuqiu: "Nothing major, I just need to rest."】
【Tang Song: "Alright, take care and get some rest. @Qiuqiu"】
They chatted a bit more in the group.
Then, Yao Lingling put down her phone—face suddenly turning red.
So that meant...
Today’s ride was just the two of them.
A true one-on-one date.
Her heart skipped a beat, and excitement lit up her expression.
Wanting to slim her waist further, she only had yogurt and a slice of bread for breakfast.
Then, she sat down at her vanity and got to work.
Eyebrows, makeup, styling, perfume...
After completing the full routine, she carefully picked out her outfit.
The high-waisted elastic cycling shorts immediately highlighted her perfect waist-to-hip ratio.
By 8:00 AM, everything was finally set.
Just as she stepped out of her bedroom—
"Woooow~"
Both of her roommates exclaimed in unison.
Li Shumin smirked. "‘Fake Ling’ is online! Looks like Senior Tang Song is in for a serious lesson today."
"Ugh, shut up. It’s just a little extra padding, alright? Hmph."
"Well, I gotta say, Fake Ling looks amazing!" Zhang Jiahong sniffed the air dramatically. "Oh my god, did you actually use the Chanel perfume Tang Song gave you?!"
"You guys are just jealous!"
Yao Lingling playfully fought with them for a bit.
Just then—
Her phone rang.
"It’s Senior!"
She gasped softly and quickly answered, her voice gentle.
"Hello, Senior, I’m all ready."
"Great, I’ll be waiting at the community gate."
"Mm-hmm, bye-bye, Senior~"
After hanging up—
Li Shumin mimicked her voice, pouting: "S-e-n-i-o-r~ S-e-n-i-o-r~"
Yao Lingling’s face flushed, and she swatted her.
She didn’t have time to bicker, so she quickly grabbed her helmet and backpack and hurried downstairs.
"Vrrrooooom—"
The deep rumble of the engine echoed in the air.
The scenery whizzed past on both sides of the road.
A black Ninja 400 weaved nimbly through the streets.
Tang Song, dressed in a black breathable armored riding suit, carried a backpack, his body leaning slightly forward.
Feeling the early autumn breeze brush against his skin, he enjoyed the unique charm of motorcycle riding—
The shifting weight, wind pressure, vibrations, suspension, road feel...
Thanks to the system’s Motorcycle Riding Skill Book, his skills were exceptional.
The 400cc Ninja was incredibly responsive under his control.
As he approached Star Blossom Garden, he released the throttle, gradually slowing down.
Turning a corner, the community gate came into view.
After receiving the "Heartthrob’s Eye Drops" buff, Tang Song’s vision was sharper than ever—he immediately spotted Yao Lingling.
Sitting on her beloved Suzuki UY125, she wore a trendy sports jacket and tight elastic leggings that accentuated her curves.
Sensing his approach, Yao Lingling turned her head.
Her clean, delicate face instantly lit up with a radiant smile.
"Senior! Good morning!"
Tang Song parked beside her, removed his helmet, and smiled.
"Morning, Lingling."
Their eyes met—and Yao Lingling felt like she had been electrocuted.
For a second, she wondered if she was imagining things—
But today, Tang Song’s eyes looked especially bright, almost like they were sparking.
Biting her lip, Yao Lingling hopped off her scooter.
She straightened her back, puffed out her chest, and beamed.
"Senior looks so handsome today! Especially in your riding gear—absolute 10/10!"
"Uh… Lingling… you…"
Tang Song froze, his eyes widening slightly.
Then his gaze dropped—to her chest.
Her gray sports jacket was unzipped just enough to reveal a tight white base layer underneath.
Her usually flat A-cup chest…
Had magically leveled up by two sizes.
At a glance, it looked almost identical to Lin Muxue’s—round, full, and perfectly perky.
Like a character straight out of a manga.
So, just like Xu Qing, she had started using padding tricks too.
"Hehe."
Yao Lingling grinned mischievously, puffing out her chest proudly as she beamed,
"Well, how do I look, little brother? Don’t I seem like a whole new person now?"
As she spoke, she even did a twirl in front of Tang Song, her smooth hair fluttering through the air.
Her delicate light-makeup look, slim waist and full hips, and now… her enhanced chest—
She looked like a stunningly fresh junior straight out of a university campus.
If he had run into her back in school, he definitely would’ve taken a second look.
"I already thought you were pretty before, but now you’ve got a bit of womanly charm too. Not bad at all!"
Noticing Tang Song’s gaze, Yao Lingling covered her mouth and giggled softly.
After a moment, she leaned close to his ear and whispered,
"Secret tip—I'm just using strapless underwear with 4CM of padding."
As she moved in, the fresh citrus scent of her perfume lingered in his nose—like a freshly peeled orange, refreshing and invigorating.
"Looks pretty natural, actually."
"Uh-huh." Yao Lingling nodded with a giggle. "And the feel isn’t bad either~"
"Oh?"
Tang Song glanced down, smirking. "Now I’m curious."
With her new C-cup status, Yao Lingling felt on top of the world.
Looking at Tang Song’s sharp features, she suddenly wanted to tease him.
Glancing left and right to make sure no one was watching, she grinned playfully and whispered,
"Senior, we’re so close—now that I finally have boobs, of course, you get first dibs.
So, what do you say? Wanna find a quiet place and test them out?"
She even added a flirtatious expression to sell the act.
Seeing her clean, natural face, Tang Song’s heart stirred slightly.
"Alright, let’s go now?" He said, pretending to be serious.
"I remember there’s a park nearby with a secluded rock garden—not gonna go inside, just gonna feel through the clothes."
He wasn’t actually against small-chested girls.
After all, he had held an E-cup—twice.
But with this mischievous little junior, he couldn’t resist playing along.
As soon as he finished speaking, the air between them turned charged with tension.
Yao Lingling’s body trembled slightly, her chest subconsciously shrinking inward.
Blushing, she murmured, "Senior, you’re so bad."
Tang Song raised an eyebrow. "You were the one who suggested it. How is this suddenly my fault?"
"I…"
Yao Lingling bit her lip, avoiding his gaze.
All this time—whether on Little Red Book or in real life—her impression of Tang Song had always been that of a gentlemanly, considerate guy.
That’s why she had dared to flirt so boldly.
She hadn’t expected him to agree so readily, much less to paint such a vivid mental image.
"Alright, Lingling, we should get going."
Tang Song ruffled her hair, his gaze sweeping over her round waist and perky hips—
He couldn’t resist.
"Smack~"
The sound rang out crisply, followed by a soft ripple.
The handfeel was perfect—bouncy yet soft, like a high-density memory foam pillow.
Yao Lingling froze for a moment, then yelped.
Her ears turned bright red as she stared at Tang Song in shock.
"Ah! Senior, why’d you suddenly smack me?! That really hurt…"
"Who told you to say things you didn’t mean?"
"It was just a joke!"
Hurriedly, Yao Lingling turned away, quickly putting on her helmet to hide her burning face.
Then she took out her protective gear from her backpack and strapped it on.
Stealing a glance at Tang Song, who was already seated on his motorcycle, she felt her whole body heat up.
"Let’s go, Lingling. I’ve got the navigation set. Open the group intercom app and just follow my lead."
Tang Song started the engine, motioning for her to come along.
Yao Lingling let out a soft ‘Mm’, quickly mounting her scooter.
She secured her phone on the handlebar, set up the navigation, and—
"Vroom—" "Bzzzz—"
The tires rolled over the pavement, kicking up a gentle breeze and a few fallen leaves.
The two motorcycles—one black, one silver—sped out of Star Blossom Garden, merging onto Huai’an Road toward Longquan Lake Wetland Park.
As the throttle twisted, the engine’s roar became sharper.
The glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings reflected the morning sun, tree-lined streets whizzed past, and the hurried pedestrians blurred into the background—
As if the entire world was making way for them.
Yao Lingling’s heart soared with the wind, tailing Tang Song closely.
Unable to contain herself, she let out a joyful cheer—her voice getting carried away by the wind.
She felt like a bird finally set free.
Sometimes, she even sped up to overtake Tang Song, tilting her head back in mock arrogance as she made a provocative gesture, her eyes sparkling mischievously.
Seated on his motorcycle, Tang Song laughed freely, enjoying both the thrill of speed and the cheerful, carefree presence of the little junior beside him.
They weren’t going particularly fast—occasionally stopping at certain intersections to remove their helmets and admire the scenery along the way.
Feeling the beauty of seasonal change in the big city.
After passing through the shimmering waters of Longquan Lake Wetlands,
The winding mountain roads of Xishan Forest Park came into view.
Tang Song glanced at Yao Lingling’s 125cc scooter, patted the seat behind him, and smiled.
"Your bike’s gonna struggle on the incline. Want me to take you up to the scenic overlook?"
"Yes! Thank you, Senior!"
Yao Lingling cheered, quickly parking her scooter and locking it.
She grabbed onto Tang Song’s shoulders, stepped onto the footrest, and with an agile movement, swung her leg over—
Landing on the back seat, arms wrapping around his waist.
"I’m ready, Senior! Let’s go! GOGOGO!"
Tang Song nodded, smoothly accelerating.
With a low growl from the engine, the Ninja 400 climbed onto the winding mountain road.
The scent of pine needles filtered through the gaps in their helmets, mingling with the subtle warmth of Tang Song’s body.
She could even feel the firm outline of his abs beneath his jacket.
Underneath her helmet, Yao Lingling’s face grew hotter and hotter—
Her hands subtly tightening around his waist.
As they ascended, the world grew quieter—
Until it was just the two of them.
Staring at Tang Song’s back, Yao Lingling’s gaze softened.
For a brief moment, it felt like she had both Tang Song… and the entire world.
She turned off her helmet’s Bluetooth earpiece, pressed her cheek against his shoulder,
And let her helmet lightly tap against his.
In a soft, almost whispering voice, she murmured—
"I like you."
Her voice was so light, barely making it through her helmet, and was instantly carried away by the wind.
Just like the lingering tension in the air—
So close to boiling over.
But that last 1-degree—
She didn’t dare let it rise.
Tang Song took the branding journey of Songmei Fashion very seriously.
She had spent the entire weekend at home, buried in visual design work.
Just for the HEYISTUDIO logo drafts, she had already sketched five versions—
And she still wasn’t satisfied.
She didn’t want to disappoint Tang Song or her senior, hoping to create something that would genuinely surprise them.
As noon approached—
"Ring—ring—"
Her phone suddenly rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, Cheng Qiuqiu frowned slightly, then picked up.
"Hello, Brother Junfeng."
A familiar voice came through the receiver. "Good afternoon, Qiuqiu. Have you eaten yet?"
"Not yet."
They exchanged a few casual pleasantries.
Then, Gao Junfeng said, "Your mom, Aunt Meihua, is really worried about you living alone in Yan City. She didn’t know your current address, so she sent some things to me and asked me to pass them on to you."
"I don’t need them. Just decline the delivery."
"I already signed for it."
Gao Junfeng continued, "Aunt Meihua said there are also some things from your hometown in the package."
Hearing this, Cheng Qiuqiu’s grip on her phone tightened sharply.
Her voice dropped slightly, "Where are you living now? I’ll come pick it up."
"I just finished running some errands nearby."
"Didn’t you say you live in Qiaoxi District with Gao Mengting now? I happen to be in this area. Send me your address, and I’ll drive over to pick you up. There’s quite a lot of stuff—I’ll bring it over and we can grab a meal while we’re at it."
Cheng Qiuqiu was silent for a moment before saying, "Alright. Thank you."
Hanging up the phone, she opened WeChat and sent him her location at Zhuxi Residential Complex.
Then, she just sat there, staring into space.
The "Aunt Meihua" that Gao Junfeng mentioned was her mother—Li Meihua.
From being a left-behind child in the countryside, to losing both her father and grandmother—
Her issues with her mother had been a long-brewing storm with deep-seated complexities.
In her memory, her mother had always screamed at her.
During her darkest period of depression, her mother even hit her.
It wasn’t until she went to college, breaking free from her mother’s control, that she started distancing herself more and more.
Only then did her mother begin to restrain herself and act more gently.
But the emotional scars had already formed.
Cheng Qiuqiu didn’t want to go back to that ‘home’.
She just wanted to stay far, far away.
Every time she thought about it, a deep loneliness engulfed her.
She didn’t know how much time had passed—
"Ding dong—ding dong—"
Her phone rang again.
Breaking free from her thoughts, she answered in a low voice, exchanged a few words, and stood up.
After a quick tidy-up, she grabbed her bag and headed downstairs.
Outside the residential complex, she looked around but didn’t see Gao Junfeng’s car.
Just then—
"Beep—beep—"
A heavy car horn sounded.
Next to her, the door of a lavender-colored Bentley Continental opened—
And out stepped Gao Junfeng, dressed in a sleek autumn outfit.
A black high-neck sweater, casual trousers, and high-end leather shoes—
Tall, lean, and polished.
He looked confident and refined, exuding a flawless gentlemanly aura.
"Qiuqiu, over here."
Gao Junfeng casually tucked one hand in his pocket, calling out with a relaxed, confident demeanor.
Noticing her startled expression, a surge of satisfaction flooded him.
"Returning home rich is a thousand times better than making silent riches."
The whole reason he came to pick up Cheng Qiuqiu personally—
Was for this exact moment.
He let his gaze sweep over her, drinking in every detail of her appearance.
A classic icy beauty, a flawless manga body, wrapped in an untouchable cold aura.
When it came to looks, Cheng Qiuqiu was one of the most stunning women he had ever met.
It was just a shame that she was too cold.
They had known each other for years, yet she wouldn’t even let him hold her hand, let alone entertain anything more intimate.
Cheng Qiuqiu hesitated for a second before greeting him, "Brother Junfeng."
"Hop in. Let’s pick up your package first, then I’ll treat you to a nice meal."
Gao Junfeng gestured to the Bentley Continental.
"Thank you."
Cheng Qiuqiu nodded and didn’t ask about the car at all.
She was just that kind of person—even if she had a million questions in her mind, she wouldn’t voice them easily.
—Thud.
The car door closed softly.
"The weather’s nice today," Gao Junfeng smiled, reaching for the convertible roof button on the center console.
About ten seconds later, the roof folded down elegantly.
He stepped on the brake, pressed the Start button, and—
Vroom—
The engine roared to life, and the glowing digital dashboard lit up.
With a deep engine growl, the Bentley Continental accelerated into Yan City’s main thoroughfare.
Feeling the luxurious interior, the stares from pedestrians, and then glancing at Cheng Qiuqiu sitting beside him—
His mood reached its peak.
Sure, he couldn’t afford a Bentley now—
But who could say what the future held?
He was already a Vice President’s Assistant at Zhongcheng Group, connected to high-profile circles, and had even met Qin Hua, a true elite heiress.
With his looks and skills, it was only a matter of time before he fulfilled his dream—
Finding a top-tier rich girl to settle down with.
His ambition surged, and he thought—
"I’ll climb higher. Step by step, until I reach the very top."
"I will become the next Zhao—"
"Cough, cough—"
He quickly cleared his throat, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and casually resting the other on the doorframe.
With a charming smile, he said, "Qiuqiu, you’re still working at Mengting’s company, right? How’s the pay?"
Cheng Qiuqiu replied softly, "It’s good. Senior Mengting treats me very well."
"Oh? Does your salary exceed 6,000 yuan?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Do they offer social security and housing funds?"
He didn’t know much about Gao Mengting’s company—just that she used to run a clothing store and later started an online shop.
When he had introduced Cheng Qiuqiu to her, it was just for help designing the store sign and logo.
Cheng Qiuqiu paused briefly, then answered,
"Monthly salary is 10,000. Performance bonuses. Six types of social insurance. Housing fund. Two-month annual bonus. Meal and phone stipends. Paid sick leave."
Gao Junfeng’s smile froze.
He was a Master’s graduate and a Vice President’s assistant—his monthly salary was 11,000 yuan.
In Yan City, that was already considered a very high salary.
He had planned to show off a little, but instead—
He got counter-flexed.
Her package was better than his.
Awkwardly, he forced a grin. "That’s… a pretty high salary. Can the company afford it? I thought Mengting was just in clothing sales?"
"Mm."
Cheng Qiuqiu explained, "She started with a store but later co-founded an e-commerce company. They now have over 80 employees, a stable monthly revenue exceeding 10 million yuan, and are working on building their own brand."
"Cough, cough—!"
Gao Junfeng choked on his own spit, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Eighty employees… Ten million monthly revenue… Wh—"
He had never taken Gao Mengting’s business seriously before.
Now, suddenly hearing that she had made it big, his emotions were… complicated.
Cheng Qiuqiu simply nodded—
And said nothing more.
She had explained everything in such detail, not just to answer Gao Junfeng’s question—
But to send a message through him to her mother.
Letting her know that she was doing just fine on her own.
That she didn’t need care packages.
And more importantly—she didn’t want her mother suddenly showing up in Yan City.
She could live well by herself.
The car continued forward, but Gao Junfeng seemed a little distracted.
Meanwhile, Cheng Qiuqiu leaned back against the leather seat, her gaze drifting toward the distant scenery.
Before she realized it, they had merged onto Huai’an Road.
As they stopped at a red light—
A deep engine roar echoed from the side.
As a motorcycle enthusiast, Cheng Qiuqiu instinctively turned toward the right lane.
And then—
Two familiar figures came into view.
A black Ninja 400.
A Suzuki UY125.
Tang Song and Lingling.
Through the dark-tinted visor of his helmet, Cheng Qiuqiu almost felt like she could see—
A pair of deep, piercing eyes.