novelraw Chapter 514: Girl, are you playing me?!
Chapter 514: Girl, are you playing me?!
At this time of day, even though the private jet VIP lounge wasn’t crowded, there were still two groups of guests scattered in different areas.
As Anne Kate appeared, all eyes turned to her.
A white beauty with her kind of looks and aura was rare anywhere.
Especially with an assistant, bodyguard, and secretary following behind—clearly not your average person.
Sensing the attention, Anne remained composed.
She let go of Tang Song’s hand from the earlier hug but didn’t step away immediately, deliberately lingering for two more seconds.
Her delicate nose lightly brushed his cheek, her smile playful: “Mmm.. you seem to have gotten taller. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered switching to low heels. Song, I have to say it again—you’ve changed so much. Unlike Jin, I’m not that casual. When it comes to appearances, I prefer the way you look now.”
As she spoke, Anne gave him another slow once-over.
Broad shoulders, slim waist, defined muscle lines, a tailored suit outlining his shape, striking features with a straight nose and thin lips, and that sleek, dark hair...
Tang Song now looked absolutely stunning.Even though the once-cool and aloof look in his eyes had softened, he still exuded undeniable charm.
Especially appealing to her taste.
She’d actually hinted before that he should get into shape, but Tang Song never took it seriously, brushing off her “boring” suggestions.
Not knowing how to explain his transformation, Tang Song just smiled and replied, “Sweet of you.”
Before getting the system, he was 180 cm tall. Standing next to Anne Kate, who was 178, it used to be kind of intimidating.
“This is the first time you’ve praised me like that. I’m flattered.” Anne’s smile brightened even more as she lightly tapped his chest, “Come on, handsome and charming gentleman, thank you for personally picking me up. Now we need to get out of here. That long flight wore me out. I need rest.”
Saying that, she casually linked her arm through his, pressing her full chest right against it.
The move was casual and natural, as if she was enjoying their closeness.
Tang Song chuckled and walked toward the lounge entrance.
The assistants all bowed politely and quickly followed behind them.
Through the glass doors of Hongqiao Airport’s private terminal.
A Rolls-Royce Phantom and two Mercedes-Benz vans waited quietly outside, the luxury car paint reflecting the surroundings. Google seaʀᴄh Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
The driver standing by the car quickly opened the door as the group approached.
Anne got in first with elegant ease.
“Thump, thump, thump—” the car doors closed one after another.
The noise of the outside world was instantly shut out.
As soon as Tang Song sat in the back, Anne leaned in close, draping her right arm casually over his shoulder.
“So.. spill the tea about your life... I heard you haven’t exactly been keeping a low profile in Yancheng, dating several gorgeous ladies, including that hot-bodied Wen Ruan, right? Honestly, I’m quite curious about her.”
Zuo Dong’s eye twitched slightly and reminded her, “Anne, you’re his girlfriend.”
When recruiting [Consultant - Anne] in the game, her profile had clearly stated one key detail: she wasn’t into women—she preferred charming but ordinary men.
Like Secretary Jin.
That was also a main reason why, as one of the Kate family heirs, she and Secretary Jin became such close friends.
Of course, Secretary Jin had no such tendencies, and their relationship was completely pure.
But after he recruited Anne, her preferences subtly changed—she had returned to normal.
So when Anne said this now, it was probably her teasing him, just like Secretary Jin used to.
“Hahaha, of course I know. I was just joking, don’t take it seriously. I just think she’s got a great body—kind of like mine. We should exchange workout tips sometime.”
“There’ll be a chance. Wen Ruan’s as into fitness as you are.” Tang Song openly swept a look over the tall, hot-bodied Western beauty. “You both look amazing.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” Anne lounged back lazily, long legs crossed, her light-colored eyes sparkling with amusement. “As a friend, I really like the way you are now. Being around you feels... relaxed.”
Back then, she had always acted well-behaved and cautious around Tang Song, barely daring to cross any line.
She even thought he didn’t see her as a woman at all—he never showed any desire or interest.
But now, the Tang Song who had personally come to pick her up was completely different.
His eyes weren’t cold or distant anymore. There was warmth now. He even snuck glances at her chest.
His looks and aura had completely transformed, making a striking impression.
That subtle shift surprised Anne—but it also strangely pleased her.
After all, he used to feel like a “god.”
Cold, noble, arrogant, unwavering. Like nothing was beyond his reach, and everyone else were just pawns.
Tang Song turned and looked at her elegant face, smiling, “People change. I’m no exception.”
“Yes, I completely agree.” Anne blinked thoughtfully and cracked the car window a bit. Cool air streamed in.
Then she turned around and reached into the car’s storage compartment, pulling out a box of slim women’s cigarettes. “Song, mind if I smoke?”
“Not at all.”
Anne smiled. “Click”—her sleek lighter sparked with a pink flame, lighting the slim cigarette between her fingers.
She leaned down slightly, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of misty smoke.
The faint scent of jasmine filled the luxurious car, adding a layer of allure.
Inside the quiet cabin, the two of them chatted casually and easily.
Most of the time, it was the Western beauty talking about herself. Even though she noticed Tang Song had changed, she still habitually shared rather than pry.
Before long, the car drove into Suhewan OCT.
Located in a prime riverside spot by Suzhou River, right next to the Modu Chamber of Commerce Memorial Plaza—convenient transportation, beautiful environment.
A blend of upscale residences, commercial buildings, offices, hotels, and cultural venues.
Nearby were the famous Bulgari Hotel and Suhewan MixC World.
Anne’s property here was a rare riverside private villa—only 10 of them existed in the entire OCT.
Built area: approx. 580㎡, but actual usable area was over 1,000㎡. A textbook example of Haipai architecture.
They entered via the underground garage and took the elevator to the second floor.
Artful, minimalist interior design came into view.
Dominated by white and gray tones, it felt clean and neat, yet still warm.
The layout was bright and airy with perfect lighting. Furniture, appliances, and decor were placed just right.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lush greenery and a scenic river view could be seen.
The assistants quickly got to work unpacking Anne’s luggage and personal items. After quietly bidding farewell, they left.
Once only the two of them were left in the villa, Anne finally let herself relax completely.
She slipped off her blazer and hung it casually on the rack. “Give me two minutes, I need to change. Oh~ that thirteen-hour flight really drained me.”
With that, she turned and headed toward the bedroom.
Her back straight, toned hips swaying slightly with each step—irresistibly alluring.
Tang Rong couldn’t help but take a few more glances.
Just then, Anne suddenly turned around, her gaze locking directly with his.
“Wow, I was right—you really were checking me out. That makes me so happy, Song.” A bright smile bloomed on her face, her voice laced with smugness and teasing.
A flicker of awkwardness crossed Tang Song’s face. “You’re an incredibly attractive woman, Anne. I’m just a normal man.”
“Thanks, that might be the nicest compliment I’ve heard all week.” Anne shot him a flirty look, lightly ran her tongue across her lips, “By the way, I’m going to change in the next room. If you want, you could come give me some outfit advice. Who knows—you might inspire me!”
Tang Song shook his head. “No need for that.”
He’d just reunited with the Western beauty and was hoping to come off as calm and dependable.
Plus, since she was best friends with Secretary Jin, there was a bit of psychological pressure.
Anne’s lips curled knowingly, as if she’d expected that answer. She turned and walked into the bedroom.
Worth mentioning—she didn’t close the door.
A moment later, footsteps sounded.
Tang Song looked up and saw a completely transformed Anne.
Her outfit was bold and sexy.
On top, she wore only a white strapless top, showing off her delicate collarbones and graceful shoulders; below, a high-waisted tight skirt perfectly highlighted her long, straight legs.
Her blonde hair fell naturally, framing a flawless face.
Her muscle definition was clear, even the outline of abs faintly visible at her waist—her whole body radiated a strong, healthy femininity, like a goddess carved from marble.
Human aesthetics are often remarkably consistent.
Standing in front of Tang Song, Anne struck a deliberate supermodel pose.
One leg stepped slightly forward, toes gently touching the floor, the other bent slightly; her shoulders pulled back to emphasize her long neck and perfect shoulder line.
Then she raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk: “Well? What do you think of my body? Compared to your other girlfriends, who comes out on top?”
Tang Song admired her killer figure and nodded sincerely, “You’re amazing. You’re one of a kind.”
He had to admit—when it came to this, Western women really had an enviable natural edge.
Perfect model proportions, every line like it had been meticulously sculpted.
“Haha, you say that, but your face already gave away the answer.”
Anne winked playfully, then strolled gracefully to the hidden fridge, pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
She poured two glasses with practiced ease, then carried the drinks over and plopped down on the couch.
“To our reunion after a year—cheers.”
“Cheers.”
The chilled liquor slid down their throats, bringing a warm buzz.
“To be honest, parties in New York are getting more and more boring. It’s always the same faces, same topics—‘market fluctuations,’ ‘Fed interest hikes’ and such. I’ve wanted to visit Huaxia for a while now...”
From time to time, the clink of glass on glass echoed softly in the air.
Anne lounged against the sofa arm, chatting with Tang Song, complaining about the headaches in New York and family matters.
You could tell she was a bit worn out—and that she genuinely saw Tang Song as someone she could lean on.
Tang Song listened quietly while admiring the beautiful Western beauty up close.
He had poured so much time and emotion into every game character.
Now, seeing Anne in real life, he felt a kind of satisfaction that was hard to describe.
It was like a 2D character stepping into reality.
After a while, Anne pulled him into the study to show off the photos she’d taken during her global travels over the past year.
Around 5 PM.
Anne stretched lazily and asked, “Song, what do you want for dinner? My chef is Michelin-star level—anything you can think of, he can make.”
Tang Song shook his head, “Sorry, Anne. I already have plans tonight, won’t be able to join you.”
“That’s so disappointing.” Anne ran a hand through her hair. “What about lunch tomorrow?”
Tang Song looked a little apologetic, “I’ll be pretty busy for the next three days, not sure of my schedule. If I get free time, I’ll come find you.”
Su Yu’s mission was starting tomorrow, and he’d be granted access. As long as the filming schedule was active, he could interact with her on set.
Compared to a Western beauty, a starlet obviously ranked higher in his heart.
“Alright, your work comes first.” Anne shrugged in disappointment, then added, “By the way, dear Song, where are you staying right now? Is it Emerald Lake Residences or Seaview No.1 by COFCO?”
Tang Song sat on the sofa and casually pointed northeast. “Neither—JW Marriott Hotel, just two kilometers away.”
“Oh?” Anne’s eyes lit up instantly. “In that case, why not just move in with me? I’ve got a chef and housekeeper here, I guarantee it’ll feel just like home. Trust me—it’s way better than any hotel suite.”
Tang Song froze, his heartbeat suddenly speeding up.
He hadn’t considered that option before.
Now that he’d unlocked relationship privileges, both Anne and Mo Xiangwan had homes in Modu.
Although he couldn’t yet use their roles to increase his charm score, living together would definitely help deepen the relationship.
“If you don’t mind, I’m fine with it.”
“Wait... wait!” Anne stared wide-eyed, as if she couldn’t believe her ears. “Did I hear that right? You actually agreed to move in with me?”
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, replying in a deliberately casual tone, “Well, it was your idea.”
The next second, a shrill squeal shattered the calm of the villa.
“Oh my god, oh my god! I can’t believe it! You—you actually said yes!”
Anne practically jumped up in excitement and hugged him tightly.
Everyone knew—out of all their old friends, Tang Song had only ever stayed at Jin Meixiao and Su Yu’s homes. She was the third.
That undeniably said something about her place in his heart.
Feeling the Western beauty crash into him, watching her “basketball” deform, Tang Song helplessly wrapped an arm around Anne.
Breathing in her seductive fragrance, feeling the curve of her flawless waist and hips.
......
Haian Tianke Garden.
From the kitchen came the sound of the range hood and spatulas clanking, the air thick with the smell of oil and fresh seafood.
The whole house was filled with the warmth of daily life.
“I picked all these ingredients myself—aren’t they amazing?” Zhang Nuo held up a plate of freshly steamed crab, beaming with pride. “I’m eating the biggest one later!”
“Alright, hurry up and put it on the table. My last dish is almost done, and I need a good shot of everything.”
“Got it.”
The smell in the kitchen grew richer by the minute.
Sun Jiayue lifted the wok and poured the dry-fried green beans onto a plate, carefully placing it in the center of the dining table.
Abalone, prawns, crabs, plus two home-style stir-fries—a feast was complete.
“Mmm~ smells so good.” Zhang Nuo took a deep breath and smiled, “Yueyue, do you think your old classmate might think this is too much? Like you’re trying to impress him?”
“Heh, yeah right.” Sun Jiayue laughed casually, picked up her phone and started taking pictures to post on her Moments.
She also sent one to Tang Song, leaving a message: “Dinner’s ready. Where are you now?”
“—”
【Tang Song: ‘About four or five minutes away from your complex.’】
Seeing the message, Sun Jiayue quickly replied: “Got it. Just tell the security uncle at the gate that you’re here, and they’ll let you in. I’ll wait for you downstairs—just come over directly.”
After sending it, she took off her apron and, while heading out, called back casually, “Nuonuo, I’m going downstairs to pick up Tang Song.”
“Eh, wait up! I’m coming with you!” Zhang Nuo stuffed the rest of a half abalone in her mouth, wiped her hands, and quickly followed.
“—” The door shut behind them.
Sun Jiayue shot her a glare. “What are you coming for? You don’t even know him.”
“Hehe, I just wanna see what he looks like when he’s stunned.” Zhang Nuo winked teasingly, “Don’t think I didn’t notice your little scheme. You pulled out that Prada business outfit, put on full makeup, even sprayed perfume. Not even when you met with Xu Pengyuan were you this formal.”
Sun Jiayue had gotten home by 5 today, changed clothes, did her makeup—the whole vibe was serious.
That was also why Zhang Nuo had just teased her.
“You’re overthinking it. I’m not that basic.” Sun Jiayue replied coolly, but the corners of her lips couldn’t help but lift slightly.
“Whether you are or not, you know it in your own heart. Who doesn’t know each other around here?”
Sun Jiayue smiled, saying nothing more.
“Ding——” The elevator doors slowly opened.
The two of them stepped inside.
Sun Jiayue’s gaze involuntarily shifted to her reflection in the elevator mirror.
The complete opposite of Tang Song.
Back in high school, she’d been a bit chubby—about the same height as Liu Qingning, but weighing over 130 pounds.
She used to quietly stand next to her prettier friends, always playing the background character.
At class gatherings or any events, she was never the center of attention, not even caring much about fashion or appearance.
But after getting to college and being exposed to a broader world, she gained a clearer vision for her future.
She started seriously losing weight and dressing well.
Now she was down to 100 pounds, with a refined makeup look, elegant features, and a respectable job with an annual salary over 300,000 yuan.
She had already transformed into a capable, modern urban woman.
Seeing an old classmate now, there was definitely a hint of “returning in glory.”
She really wanted to see the look of surprise on Tang Song’s face, and hoped to use this meeting to show how much she’d grown and changed—
In appearance, in career, and in life.
The reason she invited Tang Song over wasn’t just to catch up—it was so he could personally witness her upgraded living situation.
The place she shared with Zhang Nuo was a great complex, right by the Huangpu River and less than 3 km from Lujiazui. Her commute was just one ride on Bus 82—around 10 minutes.
Of course, the rent was steep: a 100㎡ two-bedroom, fully furnished, cost them 10,000 yuan a month.
Come to think of it, it had been over seven years since they last met.
Seven years was more than enough to change a lot—especially the gaps between people.
“Ding—” The elevator stopped on the first floor.
They stepped out of the unit door.
The sky was already fully dark. The evening breeze blew in, tinged with that crisp freshness unique to autumn, making one feel calm and clear-headed.
They stood under the streetlight.
Zhang Nuo nudged Sun Jiayue with a grin and backed away playfully, “Alright, this is your moment to shine. Let’s see if he can still recognize you.”
Hearing that, Sun Jiayue shook her head slightly, lips curving into a smile. She gently kicked a fallen leaf with the pointed toe of her heel.
The sharp, elegant click of the heel hitting the pavement matched her poised, confident stance.
Taking a breath, Sun Jiayue lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, eyes focused on the southern gate—
As if waiting for the curtain to rise on a long-awaited play.
A quiet moment passed.
A tall, upright figure suddenly stepped into view.
He wore a perfectly tailored gray suit over a crisp white shirt, showing off a broad-shouldered, slim-waisted physique.
The evening wind lifted his dark hair slightly, revealing a broad forehead and a sharply contoured profile.
In the cool autumn dusk, it stirred a subtle flutter of excitement.
Sun Jiayue and Zhang Nuo’s eyes locked on him.
As he finally approached, his striking features came into full view, even more captivating under his confident, elegant aura.
Then, he stopped in front of them.
Those deep, clear eyes swept over with a hint of curiosity.
“Sun Jiayue?” A magnetic voice rang out.
A smile followed on his face—rosy lips, white teeth—lighting up the night around him.
A moment later—
“Tang Song!” Sun Jiayue blurted out, voice trembling slightly, face filled with disbelief.
“Long time no see, Sun Jiayue. You’ve slimmed down a lot—I almost didn’t recognize you.”
Tang Song looked at this old classmate he hadn’t seen in years—yet who had shown up so often in his memories of 2016. His eyes were full of emotion.
Beside him, Zhang Nuo’s eyelid twitched, her throat bobbed, and internally she was screaming:
Girl, are you messing with me?!
This is the “totally average” high school classmate you mentioned???
Are you sure he didn’t just walk off the set of a top-tier business drama?!
You tell me he just finished filming with Su Yu and I’d believe you!
Good grief—you really played me, huh?!
Here I am, with unwashed hair, no outfit change, didn’t even brush my teeth, wearing slippers just to come downstairs and laugh with you!
And now I’m the clown?!