novelraw Chapter 549: Xu Qing: Sorry sorry!
Chapter 549: Xu Qing: Sorry sorry!
It was a cloudy day, with no thunder to be heard.
The thunderous “rumble” was actually the sound of the microphone in Xu Qing’s hand hitting the carpet.
But Xiao Xue looked as if she'd truly been struck by lightning—her elegant, delicate face collapsed, and even her voice broke.
“W-What?! Ambiguous?! Girls’ love?! Xiao Jing, how could you slander me out of nowhere?! Ah!”
She shot to her feet, her long legs trembling slightly, and glared at the innocent-looking Xiao Jing.
Shaking with rage and chills!
Xiao Jing looked startled and immediately flung herself into Tang Song’s arms, her shoulders suspiciously trembling.
“I’m sorry, Brother Tang Song, I shouldn’t have done something to betray you. You have to punish us, or I’ll never forgive myself!”
“You... you little—” Xiao Xue was about to explode, frantically trying to explain. “Tang Song, I never did anything to betray you! She’s just making things up!”
“Emm...” Tang Song raised an eyebrow, looking from Xiao Xue to Xiao Jing. “Xiao Jing, what are you saying? What ambiguous chatting? What was said?”Of course, he didn’t believe these two would be entangled like that. He was just curious how they knew each other and what kind of relationship they had.
After all, they were both his girlfriends, both in Yang City. Xiao Xue was even his assistant—inevitably, they would interact.
Xu Qing quietly slid off Tang Song’s lap, picked up the microphone, and stood to the side wide-eyed, ready to munch on drama.
Xiao Jing lifted her head, gave a demure smile, then picked up the phone beside her, opened the chat logs, and held it up for Tang Song to see.
“We actually just met recently. Xiao Xue added me on WeChat herself. We talked... about some very private things. She asked if I had a boyfriend, and we chatted about our views on men.”
“Ah!” The hair on Xiao Xue’s head twitched. “Xiao Jing! You—!”
She suddenly remembered how overly friendly Xiao Jing had been on WeChat the past few days, and the strange topics she had started.
At the time, she thought that since they were both “trusted by Director Jin,” she had to bite the bullet and go along with some weird conversation.
Looking back now—this was a setup! A plot against Empress Muxue!
Tang Song took the phone and scrolled down, reading a string of chat messages filled with subtly flirty undertones:
[Youjing: “You said you’d help me pick lingerie... so do you prefer front clasps or back clasps?”]
[Lin Muxue: “Front clasps, I guess. Easier to put on and take off.”] Check latest chapters at N0velFire.ɴet
[Tian Jing: “I rarely wear that kind. Next time we go shopping, can you come into the fitting room and show me how to wear it? (#excited)”]
[Lin Muxue: “Sure, no problem.”]
[Lin Muxue: “I agree, pretty hands are definitely a big plus.”]
[Tian Jing: “Mhm, your hands are really pretty—slender and flexible. Must feel really nice to use?”]
[Lin Muxue: “Uh... I guess so.”]
[Tian Jing: “I just saw your workout photo on Moments! That yoga pose... (#nosebleed)”]
[Lin Muxue: “(#chin-resting) Well, actually, that was Pilates.”]
[Tian Jing: “Muxue, your waist is so soft~ I wonder if other parts are too. (#shy)”]
[Lin Muxue: “Ah, it’s late, I’m going to shower. Bye-bye.”]
Tang Song read through the chat, a strange glint in his eyes.
At first glance, it seemed flirty, but reading deeper, it was clear Xiao Jing had been carefully baiting every step, and Xiao Xue was the passive “victim.”
He couldn’t help but glance at his elite, rich-girl girlfriend.
At first, he had a filter on Xiao Jing—after all, she was the company goddess: sweet-faced and a natural JK Sacred Body.
She always struck a perfect balance, seeming close but never overly familiar. She was the ideal girl in every male coworker’s heart.
But as their relationship deepened—especially after discovering her secret little “preferences”—Tang Song’s impression of her had flipped.
Xiao Jing wasn’t just a sweet, obedient girl. Underneath, she hid a quirky, mischievous streak.
She might look gentle and quiet on the outside, but she was bold and clever inside, even a bit naughty and full of contrasts.
Especially in private moments, she always found unexpected ways to stir his emotions and catch him off guard.
Of course, for a “dirty-minded old man” like him, a girlfriend like this was pure emotional bliss—he was having the time of his life!
And today’s little stunt was clearly another one of Xiao Jing’s “games.”
The special task Heartthrob's Self-Cultivation clearly stated that the three should leave deep impressions on each other.
Putting Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing through a shared ordeal would absolutely enhance the mission outcome.
Thinking of this, Tang Song chuckled to himself, hiding a smirk as he slowly stood up.
His gaze swept over his two girlfriends.
His eyes darkened, and his expression turned cold and detached.
After going through the Low Whispers of Humanity instance, and that intense back-and-forth with Annie, he had learned some tricks for role-playing the “Game-Tang Song” mode.
Soon, the aura he projected turned chilly and intimidating, making the entire private booth’s atmosphere freeze.
Xu Qing let out a low gasp and took three steps back.
Uh-oh! That’s a murderous aura!
Little Songzi was clearly mad—he’s about to blow up!
Tang Song was always gentle around her.
Not just in their chats on WeChat.
Even when playing basketball, he never forced her to do anything she didn’t want.
If she ever got too tired, he’d carry her and soothe her.
She’d never seen this side of Tang Song before.
He suddenly resembled the domineering CEO from one of her novels.
Then she couldn’t help but get excited.
She didn’t mess up. Tang Song wouldn’t punish her.
Humph! Liu Ruyan, Bai Jing—your good days are over!
Little Songzi, go teach them a lesson!
(·=°)gbiubiubiu!
“Tang President... let me explain... I was just trying to get along with Xiao Jing, so I humored her and chatted about some... unusual topics...”
Lin Muxue swallowed hard, her heart beating faster.
Of the three, she was the one who truly held reverence for Tang Song.
Seeing him like this made her knees go weak.
Xiao Jing’s eyes lit up. Looking at Tang Song right now, her heart pounded too.
But hers was from excitement.
If there was one thing she didn’t like about Tang Song, it was that he was too mild—he lacked that kind of pulse-racing intensity.
Gentleness was great, of course, but she wished he could show a bit of fire sometimes.
And now, this version of him—cold, aloof, mysterious, and dangerous—had an irresistible allure.
It was like a classic anime scene from Black Butler.
Perfectly matching her taste.
She just wanted to be pushed down on a table and squeezed and spanked by this version of him!
Brother Tang Song, be even fiercer—I’m totally down!
She screamed in her heart, but on her face she wore a pitiful expression.
She stood up carefully, obediently stepping in front of Tang Song.
Her round glasses fogged slightly, her eyes misty.
Like a bullied honor student in a 2D anime.
“Do you two think I’m easy to talk to?” Tang Song’s voice carried a deep, magnetic pressure.
Xu Qing’s eyes widened, her whole body freezing in place.
(十○）(Uh-oh! Little Songzi’s gone dark!)
Her pitch-black eyes darted around wildly as a flood of novel ideas surged through her mind.
Domineering CEO, workplace punishment, shame play...
Creativity overflowing!
But right now, she didn’t dare make a move. She shrank into the corner and held her breath, waiting.
Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing both trembled slightly, but their expressions were entirely different.
“No!” Xiao Xue still tried to explain.
Xiao Jing had already flopped onto the couch, assuming a posture awaiting punishment.
“Sorry sorry, Brother Tang Song, I really know I was wrong. As long as you’re not angry anymore, I’ll accept any punishment.”
Her voice was soft and sincere.
She was practically sprawled over the couch cushion, the pale blue jeans outlining her slender waist and full curves.
The hem of her shirt had unknowingly slid up a bit, revealing a sliver of cool, pale skin—and a red tattoo sticker, faintly visible, teasingly seductive.
She was the textbook example of a two-dimensional contrast moe.
Xiao Xue stood frozen, biting her lip, her eyes flickering.
Ever since Empress Muxue turned over a new leaf, she’d been walking on thin ice!
She hadn’t expected to get played by this pervy Xiao Jing.
She stole a glance at Tang Song, her eyes narrowing.
She caught the glint of heat and anticipation in his gaze toward Xiao Jing.
And in that moment, she understood.
After being with Tang Song for so long, and with her excellent read-the-room skills, she could tell—
He wasn’t really angry.
This was... foreplay.
If it were just the two of them, she wouldn’t mind at all. She could even be spicier than Xiao Jing.
But right now…
She glanced at Xu Qing, hesitating.
At the root of it, she was still worried that Shen Yuyan, that old drama queen, would hear about this.
Xu Qing’s twin-tails bounced nervously under Xiao Xue’s gaze, and she looked around as if scoping the surroundings.
Seeing that jittery look, Xiao Xue’s eyes flickered, finally relaxing a bit.
Aside from Shen Yuyan, Xu Qing was still pretty simple-minded.
She turned back and met Tang Song’s gaze. Gritting her teeth,
She thought: today I’ve been played by Tian Jing—I’ll definitely get her back later!
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Xue slowly lowered her gaze, her lashes fluttering.
Mimicking Xiao Jing’s pose, she softly stepped up to the couch.
Her legs closed together, her movements elegant yet obedient.
She bent over, hands gripping the couch back, her hips slightly raised—her posture textbook-level, like she’d been trained.
In fact, as a graduate of flight attendant school and a part-time photo model,
Xiao Xue’s form was refined and full of grace—unlike Xiao Jing’s... obvious eagerness.
Leaning forward, she glanced sideways at Xiao Jing and whispered,
“Tang Song, I’m willing to accept punishment. Just... be quick, and not too much.”
A little playfulness, huh?
Who am I afraid of?!
In that instant, Xiao Xue got fully into character. Her cheeks flushed, and her long legs trembled slightly under her fishnet stockings.
Gentle and graceful on the surface, but sharp and daring beneath.
Xiao Jing’s eyes gleamed, the corners of her lips curling up.
She was on the right side—Tang Song was right-handed. That meant she’d be the one getting “disciplined” more smoothly.
Hehe!
This round, still my win!
Xu Qing: (/)(covers eyes but peeks)
Looking at his two girlfriends in different poses, Tang Song’s heart raced faster and faster.
Can’t hold it—he absolutely couldn’t hold it!
He felt like Xiao Jing had totally corrupted him.
Especially after those days with Anne Kate, where certain traits in him had awakened.
He walked over slowly, hands gently resting on their backs, fingers trailing down their spines,
Finally stopping at the soft curves of their waists.
“Very good.” His voice was low and magnetic. “Looks like you both understand your mistakes. I’ll forgive you this time. But don’t let it happen again.”
“Ahhh! Sorry sorry!”
Lin Muxue let out a soft gasp, her voice calm but trembling slightly.
“Tang Song, I’m willing to accept punishment, but I don’t think I did anything wrong.”
Clearly, she had entered a role and wanted to flip the situation in her own way.
Seeing her like this, Xiao Jing raised her brows slightly and said in a shy voice,
“Brother Tang Song, looks like Sister Muxue still has feelings for me. What should I do...”
“What nonsense are you spouting?!” Lin Muxue glared at her, gritting her teeth in anger.
“I’ve never had feelings for you—that’s why I don’t think I’m wrong!”
Xiao Jing’s eyes sparkled with innocent mischief.
“Aww, okay then... It’s my fault. Please punish me double, Brother Tang Song.”
Xiao Xue: (>)
WTF?! What kind of freak is this?! And why are you dragging me into this mess?!
“Enough!” Tang Song snapped.
“Sorry sorry!” Tian Jing squealed, her face turning so red it was practically steaming.
“Ugh!”
The sounds of Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing’s apologies echoed through the room,
The atmosphere in the booth turning increasingly heated.
Tang Song: ()一@@
After a moment—
—thud— Xu Qing’s microphone rolled onto the floor again.
A loud sound.
All three heads turned instantly.
(°一°") Huh?!
Xu Qing frantically bent down to pick up the mic rolling across the carpet, her twin-tails bouncing as she moved,
Her face turning beet red. “Ah! Sorry, sorry! Don’t mind me... I didn’t mean to!”
She apologized while peeking up at the three,
Suddenly catching Lin Muxue giving her a sly, sinister smile.
Xu Qing the pampered young lady took a startled half-step back.
Xiao Xue slowly stood up, her long legs crossing gracefully as she stepped forward, calm and composed as ever.
“Tang Song, I drank a bit too much earlier—need to use the restroom.”
“Go ahead.” Tang Song waved generously.
Xiao Xue pursed her lips and glanced at Xu Qing, her voice light.
“I think Qingqing’s performance just now was really poor. Dropped the mic twice and scared us—shouldn’t she also get a bit of ‘education’?”
To prevent her from tattling to Shen Yuyan,
She figured the best way was to drag her into the mix.
At that, the booth fell silent again.
Tang Song looked toward Xu Qing—itching to begin.
It was rare for all three girlfriends to be so “united.”
At least they were going through this together—it might just deepen their bond.
Of course, the real reason was that Xiao Jing’s teasing had filled Tang Song’s head with nothing but yellow-rated imagery.
And twin-tailed Qingqing? She really did suit this kind of “punishment” scenario!
When they were alone, he’d loved playing these kinds of games with her.
This coser girlfriend of his was genuinely fun—her little expressions came in full sets, and her reactions were always dramatic.
Xu Qing froze, then shook her head hard, her twin-tails slapping her cheeks.
“I-I just slipped! I didn’t mean anything by it, really!”
Xiao Jing, gleaming with amusement and clearly loving the drama, tilted her head and smiled.
“Sister Qingqing, I also think your performance today was terrible.”
Xu Qing felt her scalp go numb, her heart racing.
It’s over—it’s really over! These two are teaming up to bully me?!
(ಥ﹏ಥ) Yanyan, I wanna go home...
Tang Song looked at the hilariously panicked Xu Qing and couldn’t help chuckling as he waved her over.
“Come here, Qingqing.”
Xu Qing wrapped both hands protectively over her butt, her face in a panic.
“No! I won’t!”
Not far from her, Lin Muxue narrowed her eyes and gently pushed her.
Xu Qing stumbled forward with a kneel-slide, crashing right into Tang Song’s arms.
With that, Lin Muxue turned with elegance and walked out of the booth, hurrying toward the restroom.
It wasn’t just an excuse either.
After Tang Song’s little touches earlier, she was honestly bursting to pee.
But she couldn’t show weakness in front of the others—she had to hold it with dignity.
This excuse came just in time.
Inside the booth,
The rich aroma of food mixed with the sweet scent of juice, and the karaoke machine cast a soft glow.
The atmosphere was sticky-sweet and dangerously ambiguous.
Tang Song held Xu Qing around the waist, his gaze bright and burning.
Xu Qing blinked her big dark eyes, her face red and hot.
She stammered, “Tang Song, you can’t do this—I didn’t even do anything wrong!”
With the pervy yandere Xiao Jing sitting right next to her, she felt like a scared little hamster caught by a cat.
She’d had dreams of scenes like this many times before.
But in those dreams, Xiao Jing always pulled out a little whip from her panties.
The thought made her sneak a glance at Xiao Jing.
They locked eyes—and Xiao Jing suddenly raised her right hand and said,
“Brother Tang Song, I have something else to confess.”
Tang Song’s eye twitched. “What is it now?”
He felt like if he spent every day with this rich-girl girlfriend, he’d go full “pervert” himself eventually.
Xu Qing swallowed hard, a bad premonition rising in her chest.
Xiao Jing adjusted her glasses and said sweetly,
“Actually, Qingqing and I have known each other for a long time. We met in a 2D fandom group chat.
She’s a well-known big name in the group...”
She didn’t even finish.
Xu Qing instantly knee-slid forward: (>_<)
She flopped onto the couch, her face red enough to steam, yelling,
“Sorry sorry!”
Xiao Jing: ( ᐛ )σ
Tang Song: (⊙_☉)
Good grief. Xiao Jing, you really blew my mind today.
Once again, Tang Song had to update his understanding of Xiao Jing.
This little trio of goofballs—honestly, the other two combined couldn’t match Xiao Jing alone.
Looks like his previous worries were unnecessary.
With a powerhouse like Xiao Jing, even facing Secretary Jin wouldn’t be an issue.
SMACK—
“Sorry sorry!” Xu Qing’s voice was even louder than Tian Jing’s, her face buried in the couch cushion.
She wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole.
As for why she was so afraid of Xiao Jing—
The root of it was that she’d once dropped her mask offline, and Xiao Jing had found out who she really was.
She’d said some pretty wild stuff in that group.
A lot of it involved fantasizing about Tang Song—from all kinds of angles.
Back when she made up those stories, they hadn’t even started dating yet.
But Xiao Jing had already claimed Tang Song in the group, declaring him her boyfriend.
Xu Qing, this famous writer and coser known as “Little Su Yu,”
Still had a public image to protect.
If Tang Song ever found out about that embarrassing history, she’d never be able to show her face again!
When Lin Muxue pushed open the booth door and came back in,
She was greeted by Xu Qing slumped on the couch, face full of despair,
And Xiao Jing cuddled up with Tang Song.
Her face flushed instantly, and her eye twitched.
She noticed a round non-woven sticker in Xiao Jing’s hand.
What a freak!
Cursing silently in her head, she quickly looked away,
Forcing down the chaotic images swirling in her mind.
Level 3 of Minghui Mall, in a mid-high-end women’s clothing store.
Three young women were browsing the racks, speaking in hushed tones.
“This is so expensive. Just one shirt costs 700 yuan. Should we really buy it? But... it really is nice. The quality is amazing.”
“Siqi, I checked online earlier. If you buy it on Taobao through an agent, you could save over 200.”
Wu Siqi took a deep breath, her eyes hesitating for a second before she clenched her teeth and said firmly,
“Buying it! This is the one. Online agents might not be fast enough—I start my internship on Monday!”
“As long as you’re happy.”
Qian Lele said softly, “I actually think the one you bought for your interview the other day looked great. You looked really pretty in it.”
“It’s not business enough. And it doesn’t match my pants very well.” Wu Siqi shook her head, serious in tone.
“This is my first real job. Buying a quality outfit is like an investment—to leave a good impression on my boss and coworkers.”
Qian Lele opened her mouth, but swallowed her words in the end.
She knew Wu Siqi’s family wasn’t rich. In her eyes,
Spending 700 yuan on a shirt just for appearances felt way too extravagant.
But everyone has their own priorities.
Besides, this senior had finally landed an internship at Yannan Short Drama Film Base—she must be thrilled, and a little indulgence was understandable.
As a state-backed enterprise, it offered solid stability and great benefits.
She genuinely felt happy for her.
After paying and receiving her new shirt,
Wu Siqi exhaled deeply, her face lit up with a bright smile.
“I’m buying you all milk tea later! Oh right, Lele, that dress you tried earlier looked amazing. Last year’s design—only 500 after the discount. Why not just get it?”
“No, no.” Qian Lele quickly shook her head.
“I already bought clothes. And honestly, I don’t really wear dresses.”
Li Jingrong chuckled. “Lele, you’ve got a boyfriend now. You should dress up more.”
“No, I... I really don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Oh, so it’s a crush, huh? Haha. Well, you should still dress beautifully.
And your hairstyle—it could use a little fixing up too.”
Qian Lele blushed and protested, “You’re misunderstanding. That’s my older brother.”
“Then bring him over sometime so we can meet him, okay?”
“Alright, Jingrong, don’t bully Lele.”
Wu Siqi rubbed Qian Lele’s head. “Let’s go, second floor for milk tea.”
The three of them walked out, chatting and laughing.
But just as they stepped out of the store,
Qian Lele suddenly stopped in her tracks, her expression freezing.
Up ahead and slightly to the left,
A figure she knew all too well was weaving through the crowd.
He wore a crisp white shirt, tall and straight, his profile like rolling hills.
A handsome smile on his face, flanked by three girls in matching outfits.
One of them was Lin Muxue—someone she knew well.
The other two were strangers.
But the one with porcelain skin and elegant aura was holding onto Tang Song’s arm—intimately close.
Qian Lele’s face showed a flash of panic. She looked down at her own clothes.
A sudden wave of inferiority swept through her.
Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong noticed her odd reaction and turned around.
“What’s wrong, Lele?”
“Nothing.” She pressed her dry lips together, then spun around in a bit of a rush.
“Maybe I’ll go try that dress again.”
“Sure! Let’s go!”
Wu Siqi smiled and looped her arm through Lele’s, pulling her back inside.
As they walked a few steps,
Qian Lele couldn’t help glancing back at Tang Song’s figure.
Her gaze dimmed.
She never asked for anything beyond her means.
And she knew the distance between them wasn’t something a 13-stop bus ride could fix.