novelraw Chapter 500: Xiao Jing’s Thoughts, Qiuqiu’s Dream
Chapter 500: Xiao Jing’s Thoughts, Qiuqiu’s Dream
Linjin Tower, Jinxiu Trading.
“Buzz buzz buzz—” The phone screen lit up. Tian Jing glanced at it, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
【Qingqing: “I was just driving and couldn’t reply right away. Little Jing Jing, I really don’t want private cosplay pics like that shared with others.”】
Tian Jing’s smile deepened. Her fingers flew over the screen as she typed back: “Then why don’t you come hang out with me? We’ll talk more when we meet.”
【Qingqing: “Alright, see you in a bit. I’m gonna fuel up first. I’ll let you know when I arrive.”】
After closing the chat, Tian Jing quickly tidied up the documents on her desk, then picked up her milk tea and took a sip, looking as content as a sunbathing cat.
She was certain everything would be finalized before Mid-Autumn Festival. For now, she had fully checked out and entered what could only be described as “ultra-vacation mode.”
She’d already planned a trip abroad with her girlfriends over the upcoming 8-day holiday, ready to finally enjoy some well-earned relaxation.
Since joining Jinxiu Trading, she hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time.
The only tiny regret was that Tang Song couldn’t go with her—but just thinking about how they could “chat” over video still made her eyes light up.Especially when Tang Song scolded her with that strict, commanding tone of his—her heart would race. It was honestly even more fun than being face-to-face.
As she let her imagination run wild—
“Dong—” A DingTalk message popped up.
【HRD - Shi Qiuli: “Little Jing Jing, regarding your report about Du Shaokai’s fraudulent reimbursements, absenteeism, and tardiness—we’ve verified everything with Finance. It’s all true. We’ve already spoken with his supervisor. Tomorrow, Du Shaokai will be formally notified in writing that his contract is being terminated.”】
Upon seeing the message, Tian Jing immediately broke into a wide smile and replied: “Got it, thank you Director Shi! Jinxiu Trading is on the rise, after all—I just can’t stand seeing someone dragging us down like that.”
She’d long since investigated the messy drama between Tang Song and Du Shaokai at work.
Once she left, that guy might try to lean on his family connections to snag the supervisor role in the tele-sales platform team.
But right now, Somer Garments was in its growth phase. Du Shaokai was a hidden landmine.
He could totally cause trouble for Tang Song in the future.
Unlike her super chill boyfriend, she wasn’t the forgiving type.
If there was potential trouble ahead, she’d rather nip it in the bud.
And as the compensation supervisor—handling salary structures, performance evaluations, and monitoring employee behavior—she was extra sharp when it came to sniffing out shady stuff.
She’d put in a lot of effort for this day.
She’d even quietly hinted to some coworkers to give Du Shaokai a pass on punch-ins, and loosened expense report approvals just to bait him.
As expected, he got bolder and bolder.
Now that she was about to leave, it was time to yank that nail out.
“Buzz buzz buzz———”
【Qingqing: “I’m downstairs, waiting by the curb.”】
Seeing the message, Tang Song’s lips curled into a sly little grin. She replied with a slow “Got it.”
She grabbed her bag and headed upstairs.
A few minutes later—
She immediately spotted the dazzling Aston Martin DB11 parked by the curb, glowing in rouge.
She walked over.
The passenger-side window rolled down, revealing Xu Qing’s feigned-calm face.
“Whoa, Qingqing big boss, your car is seriously badass!” Little Jing Jing exclaimed with just the right amount of admiration as she opened the door and gracefully slipped into the passenger seat.
Xu Qing’s big black eyes darted slightly, and she couldn’t help showing a smug little smile. “Mm, it’s okay.”
Though she acted modest, inside she was bursting with pride.
As far as she knew, Little Jing Jing drove an Audi A5—no matter the price or style, it was no match for her DB11.
At least in this area, she’d totally won.
“Hey, Little Jing Jing, where are we eating?” Xu Qing tried to steer the conversation away from cars.
“My place,” Little Jing Jing tilted her head slightly, her smile sweet. “I already had the housekeeper prepare dinner—it’s super fancy. Got your favorites: wagyu, lobster.”
Hearing that, Xu Qing’s mouth twitched. She forced a dry “Alright, thanks then.”
She really didn’t want to spend too much time with Little Jing Jing.
If she found out she was also dating Tang Song…
Based on the plans she’d hinted at on WeChat, she might actually suggest some twisted three-person scenario.
Thinking about Little Jing Jing’s k*nky tendencies, and the way Tang Song had been “trained” into growing more and more perverted, Xu Qing couldn’t help but shudder.
The car eased into the main road. The two fell into temporary silence.
Little Jing Jing gazed out the window like nothing was wrong, occasionally sneaking a glance at Xu Qing’s nervous face, a subtle smirk flashing in her eyes.
Truth be told, she actually liked this “Qingqing big boss.”
They’d met in a group chat.
She used to admire her whole vibe: elite lawyer, tangled romance with a domineering CEO… all very melodramatic.
When she first started working, she’d even sought out Qingqing’s advice online.
Even her first private chat with Tang Song had been prompted by Qingqing’s suggestion.
Who would’ve thought they were so “fated”? To have such overlap in real life too—
And the guy she’d always followed in her imagined story… turned out to be the male lead in Xu Qing’s story?
It was like something straight out of an anime.
Right up her alley!
Xu Qing drove super cautiously, starting and stopping. Almost 20 minutes later, they pulled into a spot outside Yanjing Huating.
The two got out of the car.
“Thunk”— Little Jing Jing shut the door casually.
Xu Qing’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes going red. “Little Jing Jing! Be gentle with the car door!”
This was her brand-new baby!
“Ah, sorry, my bad~” Little Jing Jing stuck out her tongue and hugged her arm, biting her lip as she whispered, “Then later… how about you punish me, Qingqing big boss?”
“Ah!” Xu Qing gasped, quickly stepping away, blushing furiously. “What are you even saying?! I’m not that kind of person!”
She’d already described in vivid detail how Tang Song “punished” her on WeChat…
“Hehe.” Little Jing Jing giggled mischievously. “Kidding, kidding. Come on, let’s go.”
They entered a spacious, bright luxury condo.
Xu Qing glanced around curiously at Little Jing Jing’s home.
The place was huge, the décor luxuriously tasteful—modern, but still warm.
“Go wash your hands first, then let’s head to the dining room. Aunty’s got dinner ready,” Little Jing Jing said cheerfully, waving her over in a friendly tone.
Xu Qing nodded and obediently followed her through the hallway into the dining room.
At the center stood a long solid-wood dining table, covered in exquisite dishes.
Seared wagyu, garlic-steamed lobster, stir-fried seasonal veggies, and a few other fancy-looking side dishes—
As a certified foodie, Xu Qing’s eyes lit up instantly, her throat moved, and she nearly drooled on the spot.
“Come try it! I made all of this especially for you,” Little Jing Jing said with a smile, handing her a pair of chopsticks.
Xu Qing took the chopsticks and started digging in.
The two chatted as they ate. Little Jing Jing gushed nonstop about the anime she was watching lately and shared some food recommendations, while Xu Qing just replied occasionally with a few polite phrases.
To keep Little Jing Jing from finding out her secret, her current persona was that of a slightly aloof, quiet beauty.
The more you say, the more you mess up.
So the less she talked, the better!
After finishing the lavish meal, Xu Qing rubbed her belly with satisfaction, her gaze toward Little Jing Jing softening a bit.
She hesitated, then cleared her throat and sat up straighter. “Little Jing Jing, you know I work in the legal field. I take personal privacy very seriously. I really don’t want private photos like those cosplay shots being shared online.”
Little Jing Jing didn’t answer right away. Instead, she blinked and smiled sweetly at her.
Xu Qing’s eye twitched, but she pressed on, bracing herself. “So, about that photo… I hope you won’t post it.”
“Oh~” Little Jing Jing parted her rosy lips and leaned in a bit, curiosity all over her face. “Qingqing big boss, are you afraid I’ll find out some secret of yours?”
Xu Qing’s head snapped up, locking eyes with her—her heart pounding like crazy.
(%)
Did she figure it out? No way, right?!
“N-No, of course not,” she stammered. “What secret would I even have?”
Little Jing Jing gave a dazzling smile. “Alright then, I won’t post it! Don’t worry, I just genuinely want to be your friend.”
Xu Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Well, I’ve got some things to handle tonight, so I’d better get going. Thanks for dinner.”
“Nope!” Little Jing Jing immediately got up and grabbed her arm, pouting playfully. “We rarely get to hang out. You have to stay longer. Oh! I got you a gift—it’s in my room!”
Xu Qing’s face instantly turned pale.
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She’s not seriously going to give me a whip or a tail or something, right?!
“I-I really do have stuff to do... really…”
But before Xu Qing could finish her sentence, Little Jing Jing dragged her into the bedroom.
The room was decorated in elegant French style, with a gorgeous pink bed in the center.
Anime posters covered the walls, plushies were piled on the bed, and by the cabinet stood several life-sized Rei Ayanami figures.
Xu Qing’s eyes instantly gleamed with envy. “Is this the life-sized figure released during the EVA movie premiere?”
As a fellow otaku, she of course knew about this figure—released in Japan in June 2021, priced over 110,000 RMB.
She had drooled over it at the time but couldn’t afford it.
“Uh-huh.” Little Jing Jing nodded sweetly. “I’ve even got a 2.3-meter tall EVA Unit-01 figure back at my Chengdu home. We should take a trip together sometime, I’ll show you!”
“Uh… we’ll see. You know I’m kinda busy,” Xu Qing quickly dialed down her enthusiasm, trying to maintain her “cool” persona.
But her shifty eyes and stiff body made her look kind of ridiculous.
“Come on, let me show you your gift.” Little Jing Jing pulled her into the walk-in closet.
It was as big as a showroom, with three walls of open wardrobes filled with clothes, bags, and accessories.
Thankfully, there were no SM toys in sight.
Xu Qing, experiencing rich-girl life for the first time, was completely dazzled.
A glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes.
Hehe, maybe getting close to Little Jing Jing isn’t such a bad thing after all.
I can even use her as material to flesh out “Bai Jing” in the novel—makes it all the more fun when I start torturing her later.
Hahaha!
While she was lost in that little fantasy—
Little Jing Jing had already pulled out two neatly folded outfits and carefully unfolded them.
“Are these… JK uniforms?” Xu Qing blinked. She had been expecting something weirder or more explicit—but instead, it was an exquisite uniform.
White top, black skirt, the whole style was fresh yet elegant. The cuffs and hem were embroidered with delicate silver patterns—clearly high quality.
Even though she still felt a little unsure, she had to admit—it was totally her taste, and obviously expensive.
“What do you think? Like it? I had them custom made, one for each of us—sound good?” Little Jing Jing’s tone carried a hint of hope.
“Uh… it’s really nice. But why give me this?”
Little Jing Jing blinked and said flatteringly, “Because we’re good friends! And Qingqing big boss, you’re so pretty—you’ll look adorable in this. Tang Song will totally love it.”
Xu Qing couldn’t help smiling smugly. “Mm, not bad.”
That part was true—Xu Qing, queen of looks, absolutely slayed in cosplay.
The first time Little Jing Songzi saw her in a JK outfit at that music-themed restaurant, his eyes practically popped out.
Just then, Little Jing Jing’s sweet voice chimed in again: “Why don’t we both put on the uniforms and let Tang Song decide who looks better?” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ N0v3l.Fiɾe.net
Xu Qing nodded without thinking.
Wait—
The next moment, it was like lightning struck her brain. She froze.
(QIQ)
“W-What did you just say?!” Her voice shot up a pitch, trembling slightly.
Little Jing Jing looked at her innocently. “I said, let Tang Song gege decide who looks cuter. What’s wrong, Qingqing?”
Xu Qing felt her blood rush to her head, her heart pounding like a war drum.
She opened her mouth but couldn’t get a single word out.
It’s over. Totally over!
She knew! She’s known all along! She’s been toying with me!
Panicking, Xu Qing took a step back. “Y-You… what do you want? Tang Song… he…”
Seeing her dramatic reaction, Little Jing Jing giggled and leaned in, planting a kiss on Xu Qing’s chubby cheek. “I don’t want anything. I just want us to be besties, so we can hang out more often!”
Xu Qing’s big black eyes went wide, her whole body frozen.
Little Jing Jing hugged her with a smile. “As long as you’re my bestie, I won’t make a fuss about you and Tang Song gege.”
“Ah—” Xu Qing squeaked, her neck shrinking. She couldn’t even form words—her brain was a complete mess.
“Okay, let’s try on the outfits!” Little Jing Jing let her go and casually began undressing.
Her glowing white skin lit up the whole closet.
Seeing the exact reaction she expected, a cunning smile curved Little Jing Jing’s lips.
She’d already done a background check on Wen Ruan, CEO of Guangying Media, through the company and some friends.
And the results were kinda terrifying.
Not only was she the big boss of Guangying, she was also a shareholder and board member of Nebula International.
From the info she found, Wen Ruan owned 15% of Nebula International Group.
As a top-tier advertising and media firm, its exact valuation wasn’t public, but based on similar companies, it had to be over 7 billion.
That meant Wen Ruan alone had assets worth more than 1 billion.
And that…
was a whole different level.
Even her dad, at his absolute peak, hadn’t had that kind of real wealth.
And now, with his assets shrinking, investments tanking, and debts piling up—he was in deep trouble.
The advantage she had always been so proud of had finally been overtaken by someone else.
It was then that she truly began to feel a sense of crisis and fear.
But since she had already fallen in love with Tang Song and decided to be with him, she was determined to have him—forever.
So, she set her sights on Xu Qing, someone she deemed completely non-threatening.
By getting close to Xu Qing, not only could she show Tang Song how “understanding” and “fun” she was, but she could also gain an ally for the future.
Two birds with one stone!
Of course, to get Xu Qing to obediently cooperate, she needed to give her a real enemy to worry about.
Thinking of this, Little Jing Jing suddenly turned around, looked at Xu Qing, and said seriously, “Qingqing, remember I told you before about the secret ‘Big Boss lover’ hiding behind Tang Song? I’ve gotten some info on her now. Do you want to hear it?”
“Y-You know something?”
“Change clothes first, and I’ll tell you all about it!”
Inside the Tian Tian penthouse at Yanjing Tiancheng, the lighting was soft and peaceful.
Tang Song had just enjoyed a relaxing soak in the hot tub and now, draped in a loose bathrobe, was lying lazily on the bed.
Today had been his busiest day in a while.
Thankfully, most of the affairs at Huashang Fashion had been settled.
Next, as long as Wu Wei cooperated with Deju Renhe to reshuffle the company’s middle and upper management, they could fully resolve the internal issues.
Stretching with a yawn, he casually picked up the phone on the bedside table and glanced at the screen. Two unread messages appeared.
【Little Jing Jing: “Tang Song gege, who do you think is cuter, me or Xu Qing?”】
【Little Jing Jing: Group selfie.jpg】
Tang Song blinked, raised his brows slightly, and swiped to open the photo.
He looked at the two girlfriends dressed in JK uniforms, then at the adorably dazed Xu Qing beside Little Jing Jing.
Tang Song’s mouth opened a little, the corner of his eye twitching.
What the h*ll! How did Little Jing Jing end up hanging out with Xu Qing?
Still, credit where it’s due—two cute, anime-style girls together really did make his heart race.
He carefully composed a reply:
“They’re both cute. Little Jing Jing’s a bit sweeter. But… how do you know Xu Qing?”
Buzz buzz buzz—the screen lit up again. Little Jing Jing quickly sent another message.
【Little Jing Jing: “I took the initiative and reached out to her on my own. Tang Song gege, you’re not mad, right?”】
Seeing how sweet and obedient she was, Tang Song let out a silent sigh of relief. Thank goodness Little Jing Jing didn’t seem to mind.
He was just about to say something nice to comfort her when—
Ding ding ding~~ a video call popped up.
He accepted the call.
A sweet and pretty face appeared on the screen.
Little Jing Jing had her hair in twin ponytails and was wearing the custom JK uniform, looking fresh, lively, and full of energy.
“Good evening, Little Jing Jing,” Tang Song smiled gently, his tone soft.
“Good evening, Tang Song gege,” Little Jing Jing blushed and said softly, “About Qingqing… I’m sorry, I didn’t think it through… I’m willing to accept punishment.”
Then, the camera started to move. The shot slowly pulled back from her face, revealing Little Jing Jing fully dressed in the JK uniform.
She was sitting in the center of a round bed, skirt folded randomly, exposing long, fair legs and her bare butt.
Tang Song took a deep breath, his gaze suddenly burning with heat.
“Ahem… who told you to sit like that?”
“Ah! My bad!” Little Jing Jing quickly sat up on her knees.
Night fell deeper.
Rumble— At some point, thick clouds had rolled across the sky.
Tang Song turned off the ambient light in the room, set his phone aside, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually slowed.
In that hazy, half-asleep state, his consciousness drifted into a dim and foggy zone.
He vaguely heard the wind rattling the window, mingled with the soft patter of rain tapping the glass.
The sound ebbed and flowed, like some kind of murmuring whisper.
After a moment—
A curled-up figure slowly emerged in his foggy mind.
That figure gradually became clearer.
She was hugging her knees, head down, crouched in the corner of the bed.
Sensing Tang Song’s presence, she slowly lifted her head.
A young, innocent face appeared, eyes full of deep loneliness and guardedness.
At the same time, a warmth bloomed in Tang Song’s chest, like a tender sprout quietly awakening, softly illuminating the dark room like the break of dawn.
“Qiuqiu?” In a haze, Tang Song blurted out the name that surfaced in his mind.
The younger version of Qiuqiu looked at him, suddenly appearing in the room, her lips slightly parted, and whispered faintly—
“Daddy…”