novelraw Chapter 471: The Truth of White Moonlight and Black Stockings
Chapter 471: The Truth of White Moonlight and Black Stockings
The dining area was filled with the tantalizing aroma of gourmet food.
Xu Qing was led by Little Jing, hand-in-hand, as they took their seats.
The dining chairs, wrapped in supple genuine leather, were both comfortable and luxurious.
Soft light from the crystal chandeliers reflected off the delicate tableware, creating a dazzling display.
Servers in crisp uniforms moved silently between the tables, placing exquisitely prepared dishes before them.
But at this moment, Xu Qing felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles, her head lowered, her face flushed, squirming in her seat.
In the 【Second Dimension’s Best Moments】group chat, she was an elite law firm partner, a top-tier lawyer, and a shareholder of a media company—a tall, elegant, D-cup, campus belle-level beauty.
Her ex-boyfriend was a slightly unhinged corporate god-tier CEO, and her current one was a Greater China executive for an international capital firm.
But in reality…
Of course, that wasn’t the biggest problem.The real problem was—what if Little Jing found out her boyfriend was Tang Song?!
"Qingqing, what would you like to drink?"
Little Jing’s sweet voice suddenly sounded in her ear, making Xu Qing jolt. She immediately shook her head.
"N-no need. Um… Little Jing, I just remembered I have something urgent to do. I might need to leave first. Haha, sorry about that!"
As she spoke, Xu Qing attempted to rise from the sofa.
But Little Jing gently hooked her arm around hers—not forcefully, but just enough that Xu Qing couldn’t break free.
"Qingqing-dàlǎo, let’s eat first." Little Jing’s tone was soft, but her meaning was crystal clear. "Don’t worry, I absolutely won’t reveal anything about you in the group chat. After all, our group is just for role-playing games, right? Nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Th-this… alright."
Xu Qing’s face turned beet red.
The moment her barely lifted backside plopped back down, she immediately understood the hidden threat in Little Jing’s words.
In other words—if she dared to run, Little Jing would definitely start chatting in the group about their “chance encounter” today.
As Miss Xu Qing, she had a reputation to uphold. If her carefully crafted persona collapsed, it would be game over.
She lamented her fate internally. If only she hadn’t gone shopping today!
Across the table, Ma Luoluo and Xiaomei watched the two, whispering enviously.
Someone like Little Jing—a true Bai Fumei—was far beyond their reach.
Although Ma Luoluo had attended plenty of gatherings with her boyfriend, she had never truly made friends at this level.
The A5-grade Wagyu beef, seared to perfection, released a fragrance of melting fat mixed with a hint of sweetness and creamy richness.
Every bite was a harmony of flavors, its texture meltingly tender, filling the mouth with umami.
Xu Qing’s eyes instantly curved into crescent moons, a look of pure bliss on her face.
She was a true foodie.
In an instant, all her previous awkwardness was forgotten, replaced by the pure joy of fine dining.
She devoured the food without pause.
Even her previous tension and embarrassment were temporarily shoved to the back of her mind.
She even began observing the surroundings, listening to conversations at nearby tables, making mental notes for her novel writing.
This kind of exclusive private club, not even her best friend Shen Yuyan had ever brought her to. Her curiosity was undeniable.
Discussions filled the air.
As the "main guest of honor", Lin Jingming naturally became the focus of conversation.
The group shifted topics from SpeedCharge Power to new energy, then to Tangyi Precision.
As one of Yan City’s most well-known industrial enterprises, Tangyi Precision’s influence was undeniable.
The reason SpeedCharge Power had chosen Yan City for their factory was because Tangyi Precision had cultivated 32 highly specialized local supporting enterprises.
These enterprises covered precision manufacturing, semiconductor and new materials, new energy, and smart equipment—all cutting-edge industries.
With this level of supply chain support, SpeedCharge Power’s cost and technology were well-secured.
Little Jing listened quietly, only occasionally chatting with Xu Qing about group chat topics, not engaging much in the broader business discussions.
Her main reason for returning to Yan City was to resign from Jinxiu Commerce and start her new roles at Smile Holdings and Tangyi Precision.
In her ideal world, she would simply lie flat, enjoy life, and have fun.
But she also knew—her father was getting older, and his vast assets and corporate holdings couldn’t just be ignored.
As his only daughter, sooner or later, she would have to face them.
Even if she didn’t directly manage the assets, she needed to understand how family wealth functioned, or risk being sidelined or making poor decisions in the future.
Most of her father’s wealth wasn’t in cash—it was tied up in company shares.
For instance, a single accident at Zhongcheng Group had caused a massive drop in stock value, directly shrinking her father’s net worth.
At a certain level of wealth, money might seem private, but in reality, it was deeply intertwined with the economy—and constantly watched by countless eyes.
If she wanted to inherit and manage it, it wouldn’t be easy. One wrong move, and bigger capital players could devour everything.
For second-generation heirs like her, networking and career choices were essentially a "high-level resource game".
So even though she wasn’t thrilled about it, she had taken on the role of compensation director at Jinxiu Commerce, trained at Smile Holdings, and expanded her high-level connections.
What she hadn’t expected was becoming close to Shangguan Qiuya—or being noticed by Director Jin.
Though she was happy, it also came with pressure. She couldn’t be as carefree as before.
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With a silent sigh, Little Jing’s gaze drifted back to the "burying-her-head-in-food" Xu Qing.
A sweet smile spread across her face.
The game is just beginning, Qingqing-dàlǎo.
We’re going to have so much fun.
Lunch concluded in a lively and relaxed atmosphere.
After exchanging phone numbers with Xu Qing and singing a song together, Little Jing reluctantly let her go.
She personally saw the three out of the club before returning to the main hall.
Lin Jingming, champagne in hand, approached with a polite and gentlemanly demeanor.
"Miss Tian, I had a brief conversation with your father earlier about Huineng Electronics. It’s quite interesting. Want to chat on the terrace?"
Little Jing responded sweetly, "Sorry, President Lin, but I don’t know anything about Huineng Electronics. My dad never told me."
A flicker of something unreadable passed through Lin Jingming’s gaze. Swirling his champagne, he chuckled lightly.
"No worries. I also heard you just completed training at Smile Holdings and interacted with Director Jin. Honestly, I find that fascinating as well—I’d love to hear your thoughts."
Little Jing’s lips curled into a small smile.
"President Lin, you sure are well-informed."
"But honestly, I’m just a professional slacker. I went to Beijing for training just for fun."
She paused playfully before adding, "And honestly, I came here to relax. I had so much fun with my friends just now—my brain is still a little fuzzy. If I start talking business now, I might accidentally call Director Jin ‘Secretary Jin.’ That would be a disaster. He’s a big deal, after all. We definitely don’t want to gossip about him behind his back."
Lin Jingming blinked in surprise, then suddenly burst into laughter, looking at her with admiration.
"Miss Tian, you really are an interesting and outstanding person—not only beautiful and elegant but also with a great personality."
"President Lin, you flatter me," Little Jing replied breezily. "I can’t compare to you—founding SpeedCharge Power at such a young age is truly impressive."
"Alright, I get the hint—today isn’t the time for business talk." Lin Jingming chuckled.
Just as he was about to continue, Little Jing suddenly said,
"Oh, excuse me—my boyfriend just called. I missed it earlier while we were singing. I need to call him back. President Lin, let’s chat another time. Enjoy your evening!"
At the word "boyfriend," Lin Jingming’s eyebrows arched slightly, though his expression remained unchanged.
"Of course. Next time, let’s have a more casual conversation."
"Mm-hmm, bye-bye~" Little Jing waved and walked toward the lounge.
Very soon, Qin Hua, who had been observing from the sidelines, approached.
Lowering her voice, she said, "Little Jing, you really didn’t give him any face just now. SpeedCharge Power is going to be a leading company in the EV charging industry, which is crucial for your dad’s investment in Huineng Electronics. Even just chatting a little and making connections would have been beneficial."
Little Jing glanced at her. "Don’t tell me you actually don’t know what Lin Jingming’s real intention was."
"...You’re so exasperating! It’s not like he was hitting on you!" Qin Hua rolled her eyes. "By the way, when are you going to introduce me to your boyfriend? I seriously want to see what kind of man managed to turn you into such a hopeless romantic!"
In her memory, Little Jing had always been a mischievous and somewhat cunning girl.
She had even sought Little Jing’s opinions on many matters when they were younger.
But as they grew up—especially after Qin Hua went abroad—they didn’t interact as frequently.
And now, out of nowhere, Little Jing had become a total "恋爱脑" (love-struck fool), thinking about Tang Song all the time and even distancing herself from other outstanding guys in their circle because of him.
She figured that was probably why Little Jing had kept her guard up around Lin Jingming—because he was just too capable and outstanding, and she didn’t want Tang Song to feel jealous.
Otherwise, in a normal gathering, there would be nothing wrong with just chatting, drinking, and socializing.
"You really want to meet him?" Little Jing blinked playfully. "He’s incredibly charming, you know. I’m actually worried you’ll fall for him, get jealous, and ruin our friendship~"
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Qin Hua was momentarily stunned.
Then, she bent over laughing. "You’re hilarious. The way you worship your boyfriend is insane."
"This isn’t blind worship. He really is exceptional."
Qin Hua chuckled, then glanced at her. "I remember you used to say the same thing about Zeng Yuchen and Zhuang Junhao."
"That’s different. The feeling is different." Little Jing’s eyes sparkled. "Tang Song is mysterious—like a manga protagonist hiding a dark past. Just when I think I understand everything about him, he surprises me with new secrets. It’s so intriguing and fun!"
"...Forget it, I’m not arguing with you. Love-struck fool." Qin Hua muttered as she sat down and sipped her tea.
Little Jing didn’t mind in the slightest. She pulled out her phone, opened WeChat, and enthusiastically @Qingqing in the 【Second Dimension’s Best Moments】group chat, chatting about their boyfriends and the mysterious CEO hidden within Smile Holdings.
Her biggest discovery in Beijing was the connection between Shangguan Qiuya and Tang Song.
She even suspected that Shangguan Qiuya had come to Yan City just for him.
Right now, she felt like she was playing a grand detective game.
A man with an ordinary background and an unremarkable past—yet he had achieved so much.
So… Brother Tang Song, just what kind of person are you?
And what secrets are you hiding?
September 17, 2023 – Sunday – Rainy – 20~28°C
4:00 AM.
Raindrops pattered against the window, making a faint "tap, tap" sound.
In the dimly lit room, Liu Qingning stirred from her light sleep.
A dull, pulling pain radiated from her abdomen, accompanied by a faint warm sensation.
Her complexion paled slightly. She glanced at Tang Song beside her, then slowly sat up, lifting the thin blanket and carefully getting out of bed.
The faint glow of her phone screen dimly illuminated the space.
She entered the walk-in closet, turned on the light, and lifted her clothing for a quick check—sure enough, her period had started.
Thankfully, it was just beginning, so there wasn’t much blood yet.
She grabbed a sanitary pad and fresh underwear, then quietly walked into the bathroom.
After taking care of everything, she turned off the light.
But the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, a sharp, familiar pain slammed into her temples—
A sudden, intense migraine.
She braced herself against the wall, her fingers digging into her palm, trying to shift her focus away from the pain.
But it was useless.
She held her breath, silently left the master bedroom, and closed the door behind her.
Only then did her ragged breathing escape.
She pushed open the study door, flicked on the night lamp, and collapsed into the chair, pressing her fingers against the back of her head.
"Buzz—buzz buzz—"
The throbbing pain felt like a hammer pounding inside her skull, drawing a suppressed groan from her lips.
In 2018, with the help of Professor Wang Chang, she was first introduced to AI—a field that completely shook her worldview.
She was deeply fascinated and threw herself into competitive projects immediately.
At Imperial University, surrounded by top-tier academic elites, she, once a "gifted child," suddenly felt completely ordinary.
She encountered true geniuses for the first time.
Her competitive nature refused to let her fall behind, pushing her to absorb knowledge relentlessly.
But this obsession was a double-edged sword—
It drove her to success, but also tormented her.
She had always been physically weak and had zero athletic talent.
During that period, irregular sleep, immense stress, and her naturally poor constitution triggered occasional migraines.
Pulsing, one-sided pain that had plagued her for over four years now.
As she ventured into entrepreneurship, the issue only worsened—accompanied by genetically inherited hypertension.
Whenever she had to handle complex data or difficult tasks, the migraines would occasionally flare up.
At its worst, she would even feel nauseous and vomit.
Since the second half of this year, every time she got her period, the headaches followed.
She had seen doctors and tried various treatments, but nothing worked well.
The root cause was stress, and it had to be managed over time.
But she had never told Tang Song about this.
Sometimes, during video calls, she would suddenly say she had to hang up, pretending to be busy—when in reality, she was just dealing with another attack.
The reason was simple.
She was stubborn to a fault.
It was both her strength and her weakness.
She wanted to always be the shining, undefeated "White Moonlight" in Tang Song’s heart.
Just like in high school—
The girl who listened to music, read novels, daydreamed, chatted with friends—yet still aced exams and got into Imperial University.
She was aware that this mindset was an unhealthy compulsion, but she couldn't change it.
And it manifested in so many ways—
For example, if she had a pimple or gained even a little weight, she refused to let Tang Song see her.
She would hang up immediately if he video-called unexpectedly and never sent him selfies.
During Tang Song’s time away from Shenzhen, she obsessively worked on weight loss and skincare.
Every single item she wore in Yan City—her hair tie, bracelet, necklace—were all gifts from Tang Song in the past.
Her outfits and style were carefully curated to resemble how she looked in high school and university.
She wanted him to know—
She was still his Liu Qingning.
She wanted to always be perfect in his eyes.
Of course, this flaw had also led to the current mess between them.
She had won the "Internet+" competition gold medal, thrown herself into entrepreneurship, moved to Shenzhen, then Yan City…
All of it was to keep improving herself, to become even more perfect in his eyes.
That’s why she couldn’t accept that he had moved on.
She couldn’t let go.
She couldn’t allow herself to fail at the most important thing.
"Nnngh—"
The pain continued.
The rain drizzled on, blending with her labored breathing, stretching this moment into eternity.
Ten minutes later, the pain finally began to subside.
Liu Qingning’s breathing steadied as she curled up in the chair, arms wrapped around herself, her mind replaying the events of the day.
Yan City’s autumn didn’t have many attractions, yet because of him, every moment felt vivid and unforgettable.
The morning mist, elderly folks exercising, the uniquely local breakfast, the sweet aroma of sugar-roasted chestnuts, the interplay of light and shadows before the Buddha statue at Longxing Temple, the museum’s interactive historical exhibits, the sizzling clay-oven biscuits at the night market, the buttery popcorn at the cinema…
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After a long while, Liu Qingning drank a cup of warm water and stepped into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.
Her face was still flushed, dark circles faintly visible under her eyes, and her lips had lost some color.
She washed up briefly and applied a sheer lip tint to restore some color before quietly slipping back into the bedroom.
The migraine was still there, but bearable now.
She carefully climbed into bed, moving as lightly as possible.
But just as she lay down, Tang Song seemed to sense something, rolling over and instinctively reaching out—
His hand rested gently on her waist, his warm breath brushing against her ear.
In the dim light, his sleeping face looked peaceful and serene.
Liu Qingning stared at him, her wide eyes tracing the familiar contours of his face.
His straight nose, sharp jawline—features that still carried traces of boyish youth, yet had matured with time into something steadfast and resolute.
His lips were slightly pursed, the corners curving upward, as if he were dreaming of something pleasant.
Liu Qingning tilted her head up and pressed a light, feather-like kiss onto his lips.
This was Tang Song.
Her Tang Song.
Whether it was Wen Ruan or Su Yu, she would never back down—and she would never give up on him.
She nestled closer into his embrace, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, closing her eyes softly.
At that moment, even the pain seemed to fade.
Some time later.
In the haze of half-sleep, the hand on her waist shifted slightly, and warm lips pressed against her cheek.
"Mmm… what are you doing?" Liu Qingning murmured, her E-cup curves brushing unintentionally against his arm.
"Go back to sleep," Tang Song whispered before sitting up and quietly slipping out of bed.
Liu Qingning squinted sleepily, watching as Tang Song walked toward the closet, changed into sportswear, and headed outside.
As the bedroom door clicked shut, her eyes fully opened, a hint of uncertainty flickering in them.
Throughout this entire trip to Yan City, Tang Song had been a complete gentleman, making no inappropriate advances.
Even when they slept beside each other, he never tried anything.
Was it because… he no longer found her attractive?
Images of Wen Ruan’s perfect curves and sultry beauty flashed in her mind, followed by Su Yu’s ethereal, enchanting looks.
Liu Qingning bit her lip, a wave of unspeakable frustration and anxiety swirling in her chest.
Sleep completely left her.
Lying in bed, her thoughts spiraled endlessly, to the point where she even briefly considered getting cosmetic surgery.
Of course, she knew that was just an impulsive thought, fueled by the combination of period pain, migraines, and high blood pressure suppressing her rationality.
Dawn slowly broke.
Grayish-blue morning light seeped through the gaps in the curtains.
Liu Qingning abruptly sat up, stepping into the walk-in closet.
She shed her sleepwear and pulled out a tight-fitting dress from the wardrobe.
With her ample chest, wearing something like this made her look exceptionally seductive.
After a moment of hesitation, she opened her suitcase and retrieved a brand-new, unopened pair of black stockings.
She had never worn anything like this before.
It was a gift from Liu Shuang, who had once joked that she should wear it for a date with Tang Song.
Somehow, she had brought it along on this trip.
Struggling slightly, she slipped the stockings on, then sat before the vanity, applying light makeup with unfamiliar hands.
Looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror, her lips pressed into a determined line.
Push-ups, squats, fat-burning routines…
Sweat dripped down his toned muscles, falling onto the yoga mat below.
Tang Song panted heavily, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Spending time with his irresistibly cute and youthful White Moonlight—and still restraining himself—wasn’t easy.
After a few minutes of rest, he slipped into his indoor slippers and headed back to the bedroom.
As he pushed the door open, he froze at the threshold.
Liu Qingning sat quietly on the sofa, her black-stockinged legs elegantly crossed, her skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs.
Her delicate shoulder straps looked fragile, as if a single touch would snap them, revealing even more of her snow-white skin.
Her full, ample curves pressed enticingly against the fabric of her dress, making them seem even more lush and inviting.
The sexy black off-shoulder slip dress hugged her figure in all the right places, outlining her perfect curves.
That familiar sweet, oval-shaped face, gazing at him calmly with an unreadable expression—
Yet, her presence radiated a magnetic allure unlike anything he had ever seen from her before.
Tang Song had always remembered her as the high school girl in a ponytail and school uniform, smiling with bright, clear eyes.
But now…
Seeing his White Moonlight dressed like this, in black stockings and a slip dress, something inside him snapped.
His eyes turned red.
"Qingning… you…"
"What about me?" Liu Qingning asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.
Tang Song took a deep breath, stepping toward her.
"Let’s be real—you’re testing my self-control on purpose, aren’t you?"
As he spoke, he leaned in slightly, the scent of her perfume mixed with her natural fragrance intoxicating his senses.
Liu Qingning’s eyelashes fluttered, her cheeks warming slightly.
"Pervert… what do you think you’re trying to do?"
"You already know," Tang Song’s breath was uneven, his chest rising and falling.
"I'm on my period," Liu Qingning suddenly teased, her tone playful. "I’m feeling terrible… and I’m bleeding down there."
"…"
Tang Song’s mouth twitched.
He thought for a moment, then compromised.
"Then let me touch your legs."
Liu Qingning bit her lip, pouting.
"Pervert Xiao Song."
Seeing that she didn’t outright reject him, Tang Song’s hand immediately moved—
His fingers glided over her silk-clad thighs, the fine texture of the stockings shimmering under the morning light.
The warmth, the smoothness…
But more than anything, it was the feeling of psychological satisfaction and possessiveness that overwhelmed him.
Liu Qingning’s legs pressed tightly together, her fingers unconsciously twisting strands of her hair.
That familiar little habit—
It instantly reminded Tang Song of those quiet high school afternoons when she would sit beside him in class, chatting while absentmindedly playing with her hair.
After a while, Tang Song locked eyes with her, his voice turning hoarse.
"I want to feel your heartbeat."
Liu Qingning tensed, her face flushing deeper.
"No way."
Tang Song whispered, "Give me this one favor, okay? I’ve been so restrained these past two days."
"You…" Liu Qingning met his gaze and suddenly asked,
"Tell me—who do you love the most?"
"Tang Song: Liu Qingning!"
"Who’s your girlfriend?"
"Tang Song: Liu Qingning!"
"Who’s prettier, me or Wen Ruan?"
"Tang Song: You!"
Liu Qingning let out a soft breath, a gentle smile curving her lips as she turned her gaze away.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, as if about to burst from her chest.
Tang Song’s other hand slowly slid up, his fingers tracing the truth of his White Moonlight and the smoothness of her black stockings.