novelraw Chapter 504: Private Assistant’s Black Card First Experience
Chapter 504: Private Assistant’s Black Card First Experience
Friday, September 29, 2023 — Mid-Autumn Festival.
At 6 a.m., the sky was just beginning to brighten.
Tang Song slowly woke up from his sleep and turned his head to see Wen Ruan still dozing beside him, a faint smile curling at his lips.
His phone screen lit up with a new message—
A bank deposit notification.
His mood instantly lifted.
Because they were staying at Wen Ruan’s place last night, and her parents were just in the room next door, she had been holding herself back quite a bit.
Every time she wanted to cry out, she bit her finger and forced herself to endure.
She said “stop,” but her body responded honestly.
That contrast brought an intense feeling of excitement and satisfaction.Tang Song got up quietly, dressed, and picked up his phone.
Several unread messages had come in—Mid-Autumn greetings from different contacts.
Among them were ones from Yao Lingling, Shen Yuyan, and Qian Lele, all long and thoughtful.
After replying with a smile, he sent out a round of greetings to all his “wings.”
Just as he was about to put his phone away—
Buzz buzz—
A new message appeared.
[Cheng Qiuqiu]: “Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.”
Glancing at the time, Tang Song’s lips curved upward slightly. He chatted briefly with the “dark-minded” designer.
He could sense that ever since their last shared dream experience, Qiuqiu seemed to rely on and follow him in a very particular way.
Not exactly like romantic love—something a bit more... unusual.
Was it because he played the “comforting father figure” role in her dream and left her with a strong impression?
He shook his head, put away his phone, and walked out of the bedroom.
The living room lights were already on, causing him to squint a little.
He soon spotted Qian Guixiang tidying up in the living room.
“Good morning, Auntie. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival,” he greeted.
“Happy Mid-Autumn to you too!” Qian Guixiang quickly wiped her hands and walked over with a warm smile. “You’re up early! Didn’t get much sleep? Are you hungry? Ruan Ruan’s dad went for a morning walk and brought back some fried dough sticks and buns. I’ve made millet porridge too.”
“Thank you! I’m used to waking up early. I’ll have some breakfast here then.”
Soon, he was seated at the table.
Piping hot millet porridge, steamed buns, fried dough, pickles, salted duck eggs—
Qian Guixiang was attentive throughout, handing him chopsticks and spoons, even peeling duck eggs for him, fussing over him like her own son.
After all, Ruan Ruan was a 130-pound fitness buff—energetic even when trying to keep quiet.
It was safe to say her parents probably heard something from the night before.
As breakfast was winding down, Qian Guixiang casually mentioned she'd signed up for a maternity and childcare class recently, wanting to learn it properly.
The message behind her words couldn’t be clearer.
Tang Song blushed slightly.
He could tell—her parents were definitely ready for them to take the next step.
Back in the bedroom, his eyes met Wen Ruan’s half-lidded, sleepy gaze.
A bright smile spread across his face. “Happy Mid-Autumn, Zhuangzhuang.”
“Happy Mid-Autumn,” Wen Ruan murmured with a lazy stretch, tossing one long, toned leg on top of the covers. Follow current novels on novel-fire.ɴet
Her dark brown hair spilled over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing in the soft light.
Tang Song walked over and tucked the blanket over her gently.
He kissed her hair and gave her a light squeeze.
“I’m heading out—gotta go pack, having lunch at my parents’ today.”
“Ow—” Wen Ruan wriggled and nudged him with her leg. “Go on, go on, don’t disturb my sleep. You’re such a maniac. Even Director Jin said I—”
Her words trailed off into the pillow as she lazily curled up again.
“Bye, see you after the holiday.”
Tang Song’s fingers brushed her leg as he stood up and walked out.
The sound of the door closing was followed by his goodbye and Qian Guixiang’s cheerful voice seeing him off at the elevator.
Wen Ruan opened her eyes and sat up, yawning.
She tossed on a nightdress and stepped into her slippers before heading out.
After greeting her mom briefly, she made her way to the balcony.
The morning chill brushed her cheeks, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Opening the window, her gaze swept down to the street below—unblinking.
After a windy night, the ground was scattered with fallen plane tree leaves.
Before long, a tall figure appeared on the asphalt path.
Though the distance was far, he felt close.
Bathed in the crisp morning light, his steps were casual and relaxed.
Every so often he’d kick a leaf or pebble, and if he missed, he’d double back just to get it again.
Wen Ruan tilted her head, watching and quietly giggling to herself.
Eventually, his figure disappeared around the corner.
“Be safe,” she murmured, closing the window and heading back to bed.
The Rolls-Royce slowly pulled into the B1 parking garage of Yanjing Tiancheng.
“I’m here, Ning Ning. Gotta hang up now, we’ll talk later.”
“Okay, bye!”
After ending the video call with Liu Qingning, Tang Song put away his phone, his expression thoughtful.
This year, Liu Qingning wasn’t returning to Quancheng for Mid-Autumn.
Partly because Qingning Tech hadn’t stabilized yet, and partly because her parents were coming to visit her in Deep City for the holiday.
She hadn’t hidden the fact she cashed out and left her previous company, so naturally, her family had concerns.
Bringing them over was a way to put them at ease—and to let them see her new life for themselves.
Thinking of Liu Qingning’s mother stirred something in his heart.
After all, part of the reason he left the capital so decisively back then was due to her words.
That was probably why his “white moonlight” didn’t invite him to Deep City now.
Getting out of the car, Tang Song glanced at Liu Jiayi beside him and gave her a light pat on the back. He smiled, “Happy Mid-Autumn, Xiao Qi. Take a few days off—go travel or visit home.”
Liu Jiayi flinched slightly but quickly composed herself. “Thank you, Mr. Tang. I’ll stay in Yancheng. If you need anything, I’m just a call away.”
“Alright,” Tang Song nodded and waved goodbye.
As expected of someone Secretary Jin had arranged for his protection.
This personal bodyguard was beyond dedicated—she hadn’t taken a single day off since joining him. Always available, always alert.
Of course, it didn’t hurt that she was easy on the eyes—seeing her every day did help lift his mood.
Back at the penthouse, Tang Song jumped straight into packing mode.
This trip would last nearly ten days, with a packed schedule.
Not only did Tang Song plan to return to Jing County to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with his parents, he also had several important matters to handle in Shanghai.
Naturally, he packed multiple outfits to suit various occasions.
With some essential daily items added in, his suitcase was soon full.
The gifts for his parents had already been prepared the day before—similar to what he gave Wen Ruan’s family:
A box of exquisite mooncakes, two tins of premium tea, a set of gold jewelry, and various health supplements.
The only difference?
This set was paid for by Wen Ruan herself. She’d even emphasized that it was bought with her own salary.
After checking that everything was in order, Tang Song loaded the items into the trunk of his S-Class Mercedes.
He adjusted the driver’s seat before merging smoothly into Yancheng’s morning traffic.
The sky above was clear and bright, and the sycamore trees lining the roads swayed in the breeze.
Tang Song turned on the car’s audio system, and Su Yu’s soft, melodic voice filled the cabin.
As the vehicle left the city limits, the roads widened and the scenery opened up.
Dingdong—
A WeChat message popped up.
[Qianqian]: “Brother Song, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Wishing your parents good health and all the best!”
Seeing the message from Zhao Yaqian, Tang Song smiled.
He couldn’t help but think of his friend, the beautician.
Qianqian had left Yancheng a few days ago to return to her hometown with her aunt.
Decheng, Xinggu County
Sunshine Garden Residential Area
Located in the old part of town, the Sunshine Garden complex had been around for nearly 27 years.
It was a typical older government-developed housing estate, primarily built for workers.
Due to its age, the facilities were a bit outdated and the environment modest.
A white Mercedes G63 slowly pulled into the complex and came to a steady stop in front of Building 1.
The sound of the heavy car doors closing broke the morning stillness.
“Qianqian, why are we coming here?” Yu Wenlan asked with a nervous smile, a branded purse hanging on her arm.
Though she looked more polished than before, her eyes held unease.
Over a year ago, she’d fallen into a scam involving fake rebates from online orders, losing more than 900,000 yuan.
It drained their family’s savings and left her deeply in debt—much of it borrowed from relatives and friends.
To repay what they owed, not only did she empty their accounts, she also sold the home they'd lived in for over two decades.
Zhao Yaqian had grown up here and had a deep attachment to that house.
Since it was sold, she rarely returned to this neighborhood.
Yu Wenlan had always felt ashamed and guilty about it.
After locking the car, Zhao Yaqian looked up at the familiar fourth-floor balcony.
She took a deep breath. “Let’s go up, Mom.”
“Huh?” Yu Wenlan froze. Her lips trembled slightly. “But the house was sold. Someone else lives there now…”
“Come on, let’s talk upstairs.” Without further explanation, Zhao Yaqian gently pulled her mother's arm and walked inside.
The peeling walls, dim stairway lights, and sounds of neighbors’ TVs—
To her, everything felt nostalgic and dear.
“Here.” She stopped at the door to Unit 403.
The familiar doorplate and security door made her blink, dazed for a moment.
“Qianqian, what’s going on?” Yu Wenlan asked hesitantly, her steps uncertain.
Zhao Yaqian turned and looked at her mother. “Come inside. I have something to tell you.”
She pulled a key from her bag and slid it into the lock.
With a soft “click”, the door opened to reveal a modest but clean and well-kept space.
Yu Wenlan stood at the threshold, her fingers trembling, staring blankly.
“This… what’s going on?”
Zhao Yaqian stepped into the small living room and spread her arms, a bright smile on her face.
“It’s back, Mom. The house is ours again.”
“Ah!!” Yu Wenlan let out a gasp and stepped inside, stunned. “You bought it back? How much?”
“Two hundred twenty thousand.”
“So expensive! We sold it for 190,000, and prices have dropped! Did your boyfriend Xiao Tang pay for it?”
Her fingers brushed along the wall as tears welled up in her eyes.
This visit had already been a huge surprise—Qianqian showed up in a luxury car, carried expensive gifts, and even gave her this branded purse.
And according to her sister Wenxia, Qianqian’s boyfriend treated her extremely well—helping her pay off debts.
How much exactly, her daughter never said, and she and her husband didn’t feel comfortable asking.
After all, they owed a massive sum, and it didn’t seem right for someone who just started dating their daughter to carry that burden.
“Yes, he paid for it,” Zhao Yaqian replied, biting her lip and keeping her expression steady. “Mom, close the door. I need to talk to you.”
“Oh, okay!” Yu Wenlan quickly wiped her face and followed her daughter to the sofa.
Once seated, Zhao Yaqian set down her purse and spoke seriously.
“Mom, I’ve helped repay 150,000 of your 620,000 yuan debt. Aunt’s 100,000, Aunt Zhao’s 30,000, and Auntie’s 20,000—all from Tang Song.”
Yu Wenlan rubbed her hands nervously. “I don’t even know how to thank him. He’s been too good to you.”
Between the debts and the house, he’d spent nearly 400,000 yuan—a staggering amount to her.
“He truly has been good to me—better than I could’ve imagined.”
Zhao Yaqian pulled out a green certificate from her bag and placed it in front of her mother.
“This is… a vehicle registration?” Yu Wenlan blinked. “What car?”
“Open it.”
Carefully, Yu Wenlan flipped through it.
As her eyes landed on the name inside, she froze.
Her chest rose and fell sharply, as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
“This… this… a Mercedes… yours?”
Her voice trembled, her fingers clutching the certificate like it might vanish.
The white Mercedes G-Class that her daughter drove here in—she’d heard it was worth nearly three million.
Qianqian had always said it belonged to her boyfriend, and he lent it to her for the trip.
But on the document, in bold letters: Vehicle Owner – Zhao Yaqian.
Zhao Yaqian answered calmly, “Tang Song gave it to me a few days ago.”
“My heavens…” Yu Wenlan repeated the sentence over and over. Her face flushed, and her hands shook uncontrollably.
A car worth millions, just given to her daughter—
Even in her wildest dreams, she hadn’t imagined something like this.
Slap!
Yu Wenlan smacked her thigh to check she wasn’t dreaming. The pain confirmed it was all real.
After she finally calmed down, Zhao Yaqian continued,
“Mom, the remaining 450,000—he’s planning to help cover that too.”
Yu Wenlan stared, completely in disbelief.
“He’s doing that much for you? Why?”
Zhao Yaqian bit her lip. Her voice was steady but carried weight.
“You should understand—nothing in this world is free.”
“Huh? What do you mean?” Yu Wenlan froze, her eyes clouded with concern.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yaqian looked her mother in the eyes.
“Tang Song is helping me with all this, and of course I’ve made my own choices. I’ve decided to be with him for life—whether or not we ever get married. You and Dad must never make things difficult for him.”
Yu Wenlan’s eyes widened in shock.
“This... you mean… you're basically…”
“Yeah? So what?” Zhao Yaqian’s voice suddenly rose. “With our family’s situation, do you really think I can afford to date some average guy? Why would someone like Tang Song be interested in me? Why would he help us pay off our debts? Why would he give me so much?”
Yu Wenlan opened her mouth but couldn't find the words.
She was never someone good with arguments, and in the face of her daughter's blunt honesty, she could only sit there in silence, her eyes full of mixed emotions.
There was guilt, heartache—and a bit of fear.
After a long pause, Yu Wenlan’s voice trembled.
“Qianqian, it’s Mom’s fault... if I hadn’t lost all that money, you wouldn’t have had to—”
“It’s over now,” Zhao Yaqian interrupted her. “But let’s be clear: you cannot tell anyone about this. If Tang Song gets upset, the consequences could be serious. He’s not just anybody—he’s a very powerful businessman, way beyond what you’ve heard of.”
Yu Wenlan lowered her head. “I... I understand.”
They talked a while longer, and after confirming her mother had calmed down, Zhao Yaqian stood up and began walking around the familiar two-bedroom apartment.
This place held every memory from her birth to her high school days. Of course she had feelings for it.
Over a month ago, she’d reached out to a local agent and asked them to approach the current owner.
Her return home this Mid-Autumn Festival had been primarily for this.
Coming clean to her mother had also been part of a carefully thought-out plan.
If she just told her mom she was “dating” Tang Song, her personality might cause trouble down the road—maybe even demand more.
By explaining it this way, she could set expectations and make it clear that she didn’t want interference. It also helped establish Tang Song’s importance and distance, preventing potential issues.
Standing on the familiar balcony, she looked up at the bright blue sky and felt an unprecedented calm and clarity settle in her heart.
“Dear programmer,” she thought to herself, “I’ll keep growing—so one day, you’ll see the best version of me.”
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After dinner, Tang Song took his parents shopping for some new clothes, then came back home and chatted with them for a while before finally returning to his room.
Though it was technically the guest room, it was spacious—over 20 square meters, complete with an en-suite bath.
The place was modern, comfortable, and many of his belongings had already been moved in and arranged neatly.
It still felt a little unfamiliar, but having his parents nearby brought a sense of peace.
Reclining on the soft bed, Tang Song stretched lazily.
While flipping through an old book from his high school days, he chatted casually with his “wings.”
At 10 p.m., he turned off the lights and was just about to put his phone down when a sudden thought struck him.
It was Friday—and Mid-Autumn Festival.
After a moment’s hesitation, he opened QQ and switched to his alternate account.
A new message popped up—fresh, just from two hours ago.
It was a photo of handwritten calligraphy on xuan paper, captured in a single frame.
Tang Song
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.
Tonight, the moon in Guangzhou hangs in my rental window like a worn silver coin.
Orange has been especially quiet today, curled up on the coarse cotton cushion I bought on discount at the supermarket—but it’s soft.
She’s gained a little weight and feels like a warm cloud when I pet her.
The neon lights from Zhujiang New Town turned the clouds a rose-red, just like those crayons you brought to school in eighth grade.
I wonder, if you look up tonight, will we see the same moonlight?
Wishing you peace year after year.
—Zhang Yan
Mid-Autumn, Year of the Rabbit, in Guangzhou
(Paw print from Orange: 000)
Her handwriting was elegant and clearly practiced.
In the lower right corner of the paper was a little paw print—adorable and carefully placed.
Tang Song stood and walked to the window, pulling back the curtain slightly.
Staring at the full moon hanging in the deep night sky, he lost himself in thought.
Saturday, September 30, 2023 · 9:00 a.m.
“The production team for Snowy Night After the Storm works fast. We submitted our request yesterday, and they approved it today. They even assigned a point person and gave us priority access.”
“Equipment is ready, and everything is coordinated on their end. The livestream will run at the highest standard. Tang Ge, just get ready to hit the trending list!”
“Nervous? You’ll be seeing a lot of celebrities this time.”
“Please! I’m He Yiyi. What kind of big stage haven’t I seen? Besides, who’s a bigger star than you, Tang Ge?”
On video call from Wushan, He Yiyi and Gao Mengting were all smiles—nervous but excited.
The entire operations team from the previous Wushan retreat had now come together to prepare for what would surely be a huge livestream.
From a brand initially focused on fashion, "He Yiyi" had now expanded to include lifestyle and travel content.
The IP was maturing and gaining its own distinct identity.
This event would be its biggest showcase to date—and would significantly ease future brand promotion.
When the meeting ended, Tang Song closed his laptop and stood up.
Just then, a clear notification tone rang out in his mind.
Ding! Congratulations, player. Companion – Lin Muxue’s development task ① [Filling the Gaps] completed.
Companion – Lin Muxue’s growth progress +5%.
Reward: Co-branded Black Credit Card ×1
Tang Song paused, a spark of surprise flashing in his eyes.
He thought handling Muxue’s enrollment would be complicated—things like “resource exchange” and “donation + academic collaboration” sounded like a headache.
He hadn’t expected it to resolve this quickly!
He opened the system panel to check the reward details:
[Co-branded Black Credit Card]
A custom credit card jointly issued by Kate Bank (The Bank of New York Kate) and Visa Infinite Black, specifically designed for private assistants.
Note 1: Please enter mailing information and delivery time. The card will be delivered by a professional security service.
Note 2: This black card includes a challenge task.
Tang Song raised his eyebrows. He didn’t expect a card to come with a mission.
He selected the card and mentally entered the necessary details.
From past experience, high-value deliveries like this were usually handled by Shengtang Security—top-notch service that could deliver as fast as the same day.
But since Lin Muxue and her best friend Xu Ning were currently at a resort on the outskirts of Yancheng, they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow.
He hadn’t mentioned the card to her yet, either.
He knew her too well.
For someone like Lin Muxue, this kind of luxury bank-issued card would be an earth-shattering surprise. Telling her early would only ruin the effect.
He hit confirm.
[Information confirmed. The credit card will be delivered to "Lin Muxue" on October 1, 2023.]
Almost immediately, another prompt appeared:
Ding! You have triggered the challenge mission [Private Assistant’s Black Card First Experience]. Please check the mission center.
[Mission Description]
Upon receiving the Black Card, Private Assistant Lin Muxue will experience financial power far beyond her current knowledge and comfort zone.
This sudden exposure to wealth will stir deep emotional reactions.
Within 12 hours of receiving the card, her spending frequency, amount, and motivations will determine the maximum credit limit she can be entrusted with.
The higher the limit, the better the player’s final reward.
Reward: Luxury Shopping Package
Note: The player may not guide or influence her decisions.