novelraw Chapter 558: Tang Song, Just You Wait!
Chapter 558: Tang Song, Just You Wait!
The bustling motorcycle showroom suddenly felt like someone had turned the volume down. It quieted noticeably.
“Plop—”
A young female salesperson near the entrance stood frozen, accidentally letting the brochure in her hand slip and fall onto the smooth marble floor.
Blushing, she quickly bent down to pick it up, deliberately slowing her movement to cover up the awkwardness.
Cheng Qiuqiu stood rooted in place, her gaze vacant.
Gao Junfeng, the CM500, even the entire showroom—all disappeared from her world.
Only that figure walking toward her remained.
Gao Junfeng adjusted his expression, suppressing his emotions and forcing a smile as he turned to look at Qiuqiu.
“Come on, Qiuqiu, let’s head over there.”
But there was no response.Cheng Qiuqiu was still staring blankly at Tang Song.
Gao Junfeng's eye twitched hard.
His face turned a little ugly.
D*mn it! No way—Cheng Qiuqiu, when did you turn into a love-struck fool?!
They’d known each other for years, but this was the first time he’d seen Cheng Qiuqiu so out of character—and for a man who was tangled up with him, no less.
At that private banking event, the guy had shown off by riding on the coattails of Xie Shuyu and You Jing.
And today, what was supposed to be his moment got snatched away again by Tang Song as if it were nothing.
His chest surged with a mix of suffocating frustration and irritation.
“Whew—”
He tried to keep his emotions in check, stepping forward deliberately to block her line of sight, his tone gentle but laced with reproach: “Are you okay, Qiuqiu?”
Just as Tang Song’s figure disappeared from her view, Cheng Qiuqiu slowly came back to herself, like waking from a dream. “I… I’m fine.”
She stammered, her heart pounding wildly.
Her mind couldn’t help but spiral.
The last time they’d run into him, she’d been in Gao Junfeng’s passenger seat—and had even lied to him and Lingling.
Now here she was, accompanying Gao Junfeng at the dealership, and they ran into him again.
What if he misunderstood? But… how should she explain?
What do I even say?
Her thoughts raced with anxiety, and she stood there helplessly like a little girl who’d just been caught doing something wrong by her sudden “guardian.”
Meanwhile…
As Tang Song entered the lively showroom, the aura around him seemed to lighten a bit.
The surroundings grew noisy again.
Two female sales reps quickly walked up, warmly surrounding him.
Tang Song casually pulled out his ID from his pocket and handed it over.
As soon as one of them saw the name on the ID, her expression became noticeably more serious.
With respectful eyes, she said, “Mr. Tang! Our general manager gave specific instructions about your visit. We’ll handle everything immediately. Please have a seat in the lounge—we’ll take care of it right away!”
Tang Song gave a small nod, his expression unchanged.
Even though Xiao Jing acted a bit “extra” around him, she was still undeniably a second-gen elite from Yancheng.
She had deep and complex connections in the local circle.
For example, the owner of Hengda Motors’ parent company, Hengda Commerce, was a friend of her father’s.
Otherwise, there was no way this customized import bike would’ve arrived so fast.
The other saleswoman plastered on an eager smile and stepped up quickly.
“Mr. Tang, let me take you over there!”
“No need. I ran into a friend.”
Tang Song turned around and looked toward the crowd to his left front.
His gaze landed directly—without the slightest deviation—on Qiuqiu.
No surprise; the [Dreamseed Blossom] above her head was just too conspicuous.
Especially now, when it was trembling violently.
Its branches stretched wildly, glowing green.
Clearly, her heart was far from calm at the moment.
Naturally, his eyes also caught the “K-drama pretty boy” standing next to her—Gao Junfeng.
As Tang Song’s gaze swept over him,
Gao Junfeng straightened up, lips pressed tightly together, eyes sharp.
A small smile curled at the corner of Tang Song’s lips as he strode toward Qiuqiu with long, confident steps.
He didn’t really think much of Gao Junfeng, but seeing the guy on a second one-on-one outing with Qiuqiu definitely rubbed him the wrong way.
That faint sense of “territory intrusion” kicked his protective instincts into overdrive.
He’d never denied that he liked Qiuqiu—especially after their time together in the dream realms.
He felt a strong desire to protect her fragile and sensitive heart.
Also, thinking back to their chance encounter at the BBQ spot and now again today…
It had to be the effect of the [Outfit – Autumn Encounter].
[Bonus Effect: Autumn Encounter – Wearing this set gives a slight luck bonus. Occasionally brings unexpected moments of fortune.]
Tap, tap, tap—
The sound of hard-soled shoes on the floor wasn’t loud, but it carried undeniable presence.
His pace wasn’t hurried, but calm and steady, his entire presence radiating subtle dominance.
Gao Junfeng tensed up instinctively, his back going stiff.
Qiuqiu clutched her crossbody bag tightly, lips pressed together, head lowered, not daring to meet his eyes.
The brim of her baseball cap shadowed her panicked expression.
Step, step.
Tang Song came to a stop in front of the two.
Light fell softly over Qiuqiu as he said, “Fancy seeing you here, Qiuqiu. You car shopping too?”
Qiuqiu quickly looked up, startled, meeting Tang Song’s gaze. “I… yeah, I came with him. You know I’m pretty familiar with motorcycles, so I just came along to help check the bike.”
She paused, then added, “Nothing else.”
Next to her, Gao Junfeng clenched his fingers inside his pocket, but kept his tone casual: “Haha, small world, Tang Song. You buying a motorcycle too?”
Tang Song hummed in acknowledgment, but his eyes stayed on Qiuqiu—warm and calm.
Their eyes met in the air, and his gaze softened with clear warmth.
Like sunlight cutting through autumn clouds—just the right amount of warmth.
Qiuqiu’s heart began to race, her palms starting to sweat.
Tang Song smiled and suddenly reached out, gently tapping the top of her cap, the motion intimate and natural.
“This looks like the one Su Yu wore. It looks really good on you.”
Qiuqiu’s ears instantly turned red. “Y-yeah, I bought it in five different colors.”
Tang Song stepped a bit closer, breathing in her scent as he studied the cap carefully.
He chuckled, “I’ve got the same one—black version.”
This was the same cap he once gave Su Yu. In-game, it was called [Su Yu’s Baseball Cap], paired with his own [Tang Song’s Baseball Cap]—a couple’s item with a stealth aura effect.
Qiuqiu instinctively raised a hand to touch her hair, biting her lower lip. “Mm… it really is a nice cap.”
The [Dreamseed Blossom] shook violently.
Gao Junfeng’s expression changed, and his breathing grew heavier.
He could clearly feel the provocation in the air.
He took half a step forward, cutting into the vibe between them.
Staring at Tang Song, he said, “So, what bike are you thinking of getting? I know Manager Zhang here at Hengda—maybe I can help you get a better deal.”
As he spoke, he subtly lifted his wrist to show off his Breitling watch.
A birthday gift from a rich classmate who once pursued him—worth over 30,000.
One of the few showy accessories he owned.
Tang Song glanced at it with mild interest. “No need. I’ve already ordered mine—just here to pick it up.”
“Oh? Well, it’s packed today. You might have to wait a while.” Gao Junfeng smiled, then turned to Qiuqiu with an affectionate tone: “Qiuqiu, let’s go check out the M500. They’ll be calling soon. You can give me some tips, then we’ll go test drive it together.”
Sensing him lean closer, Qiuqiu instinctively stepped back half a pace, putting clear distance between them.
It was a clear, unmistakable boundary-setting move.
“Well… Junfeng-ge, you go on ahead. The operation’s not that complicated. The sales rep can show you. I’ll… I’ll come by to help check it in a bit.”
Gao Junfeng took a deep breath, forcing down his anger and pulling out a barely-there smile.
“Come on, Qiuqiu, don’t be like that. We made plans, remember? You’re not really gonna ditch me halfway, are you?”
He deliberately made the words sound intimate, glancing at Tang Song from the corner of his eye, trying to gauge his reaction.
But all he saw was a meaningful smile.
“I…” Qiuqiu’s lips moved, and she instinctively looked toward Tang Song.
She had made a promise to Gao Junfeng, but her gut told her that going with him would upset Tang Song.
Then, right in front of Gao Junfeng’s disbelieving eyes—
Tang Song naturally placed a hand on Qiuqiu’s shoulder, smiling. “I know a thing or two about bikes too. Since we ran into each other, why don’t we both help you out?”
The warmth of his touch froze Qiuqiu in place.
Her blood surged to her head, then drained in the next instant, leaving her dizzy.
Gao Junfeng’s smile stiffened, his chest tight with a mix of shame and fury.
F**k!
He’d known Cheng Qiuqiu since she was twelve.
Even though they’d never crossed into romantic territory, he had always been her closest male friend—at least, he thought so.
Especially with her naturally distant attitude toward men—it had made him feel a weird sense of superiority.
Subconsciously, he had already marked her as part of his domain. His possessiveness ran deep.
But now, standing here, he felt like an irrelevant outsider.
And she didn’t even flinch at Tang Song’s “wandering hand.”
It felt like getting NTR’d right to his face!
Just then, urgent footsteps echoed from deeper in the showroom.
A group of uniformed staff from Hengda Motors came hurrying over, expressions tense.
Walking in front was a tall, burly middle-aged man in a sharp light gray suit, exuding strong leadership presence.
Gao Junfeng’s eyes lit up.
It was Zhang Wen’an, the Sales Manager of Hengda Motors!
President Wang had given him Zhang’s WeChat during a recent meal, and just this morning he’d even seen Zhang’s photo on his social feed.
That face couldn’t be more familiar.
Zhang Wen’an striding over so assertively clearly meant he was here to personally receive someone.
And seeing his determined steps and serious expression heading straight toward his direction, the answer seemed obvious.
Gao Junfeng quickly forced down his turbulent emotions, straightened his back, and put on a confident smile.
Looked like his title as Assistant VP at Zhongcheng Group still carried some real weight!
No matter what, he had to hold onto this aura!
He shot a quick sidelong glance at Tang Song and sneered.
Gao Junfeng stepped forward with a familiar, friendly air, his tone relaxed: “Manager Zhang, you’re here? Haha, I was just talking about you with someone.”
Zhang Wen’an’s steps slowed for a moment. He furrowed his brow and gave him a puzzled look. “You are…?”
Gao Junfeng’s expression faltered, the smile on his lips stiffening. “I’m Gao Junfeng from Zhongcheng Group—we just spoke on the phone a couple of days ago.”
“Oh—Mr. Gao.” Zhang Wen’an nodded vaguely in realization and responded with a polite smile. He then turned to a younger employee beside him and said, “Xiao Tu, please assist Mr. Gao.”
Before he even finished the sentence, Zhang Wen’an had already shifted his gaze and, without hesitation, walked straight past him.
Gao Junfeng stood frozen, mouth half open, his Adam’s apple bobbing several times before he forced his next words back down.
And then—
He saw Zhang Wen’an break into hearty laughter, picking up his pace.
He reached out with a hand and said enthusiastically, “Mr. Tang! So sorry to have kept you waiting! I’m Zhang Wen’an, Sales Manager here at Hengda Motors. It’s our honor to serve you!”
Mr. Tang?!
It felt like a hand clamped tightly around Gao Junfeng’s heart.
His eyes widened, his face alternating between green and pale, his lips dry and cracked.
“Hello, Manager Zhang.” Tang Song shook hands with him calmly, that usual composed expression still on his face.
He radiated an unmistakable sense of control and poise.
He wasn’t trying to show off, yet everyone around him instinctively gravitated toward him.
Zhang Wen’an’s attitude was full of respect. “Mr. Tang, your Ducati Panigale V4S has been fully tuned and is ready for pickup. The paperwork is also all prepared. You can collect it any time—would you like to check it out first?”
“Mm, sure.” Tang Song then turned to Qiuqiu, smiled, and blinked playfully. “Come help me check the bike? Got a minute?”
Qiuqiu’s lashes trembled, and she pressed her lips together, answering softly, “I… I’ve got time.”
Tang Song glanced at Gao Junfeng, who looked like he was about to explode, and then naturally lifted his hand, gently taking hold of Qiuqiu’s wrist.
Led by Zhang Wen’an and the others, they walked deeper into the showroom.
Feeling the warmth of his palm, Qiuqiu’s body stiffened slightly before gradually relaxing.
They were standing close—so close she could smell his scent.
She couldn’t help but glance up at Tang Song.
Unlike the forced superiority Gao Junfeng tried to show off, Tang Song simply was superior.
He didn’t need to put on any airs—his natural, effortless confidence was like a piece of jade set quietly at the center of the showroom.
Just being near him filled her heart with joy.
As she got lost in her daydream, a gentle tickle ran across her palm.
A tingling sensation shot up her nerves, making her body shudder.
Qiuqiu quickly lowered her head, hiding her flushed cheeks behind the brim of her cap.
Her heart pounded like crazy.
Then the tingling returned—Tang Song’s long, cool fingers softly traced her palm.
With everyone around watching and his discreet little movements…
Qiuqiu’s face turned redder and hotter by the second.
Above her, the [Dreamseed Blossom] trembled wildly.
Its branches stretched out, the glowing green light dancing like flames.
Seeing this usually icy Qiuqiu turn into such a blushing mess, Tang Song’s eyes lit up with a faint, secretive smile.
This designer friend of his was becoming more and more interesting.
Meanwhile, Gao Junfeng stood rooted in place, teeth clenched, fists slowly tightening.
Cheng Qiuqiu hadn’t even bothered to explain a thing.
Zhang Wen’an didn’t spare him a second glance.
At that moment, he felt like a complete joke.
F**k!
What a f***ing idiot!
He couldn’t understand it at all.
Why had the usually cold and distant Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly turned into a lovesick girl?
It was like she’d become a whole different person.
Watching the two of them walk farther and farther away, Gao Junfeng’s face burned with shame and anger.
Beside him, Sales Rep Xiao Wang approached with a friendly grin. “Mr. Gao, you’re picking up the CM500, right? One moment—we’re already processing it. Want me to show you the showroom model while we wait?”
“No need!” Gao Junfeng cut him off with a raised hand and took a deep breath. “Forget the inspection—just finish the process and deliver it to my house later.”
“Uh…” Xiao Wang paused, then nodded. “Sure, it’s just a bit more hassle that way.”
Gao Junfeng gave one last look at Tang Song’s back and turned on his heel, walking away with heavy, urgent steps.
His eyes gleamed darkly.
Tang Song didn’t work at the same company, so he had no direct way to deal with him.
But his good buddy Zhang Lei just happened to be a junior salesperson in the food and beverage division.
Messing with him wouldn’t be that hard.
Plus, he clearly remembered that Tang Song had a somewhat ambiguous relationship with Tian Chengye’s daughter, Tian Jing.
And now he was cozying up to Cheng Qiuqiu?
Gao Junfeng’s lips curled into a cold smile.
He might not be able to reach Tian Jing, but his direct supervisor Qin Hua happened to be Tian Jing’s best friend.
All he needed was the right moment to “leak” a little info about Tang Song…
If Tian Jing found out what he’d been up to—
Heh.
Rich girls like Tian Jing hated nothing more than being played.
Tang Song liked to show off? Liked to snatch other people’s things?
Then let him see what happens when you cross someone you shouldn't.
Gao Junfeng clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.
Tang Song, just you wait!
I’ll make sure you pay me back tenfold—sooner or later!
…
In the exclusive vehicle delivery zone—
The floor was spotless, the lighting soft and bright, making the space feel as pristine and transparent as the main showroom.
Racing-themed murals and a display of trophies decorated the walls, giving the place a professional and ceremonial feel.
“Buzz—”
The red bike cover was gently lifted.
A blazing red motorcycle immediately leapt into view like a ball of fire,
Its streamlined body, muscular tail, carbon fiber casing, and red-black alloy wheels—
It looked like a beast poised to pounce, radiating a deadly allure.
Zhang Wen’an stood beside it, giving a detailed introduction: “This Panigale V4S is equipped with a 1103cc 90° V4 engine, with a maximum output of 214 horsepower… lithium-aluminum cradle frame… the latest 6-axis IMU inertial measurement unit… the whole vehicle weighs under 200 kilograms. It's the ultimate combination of power and lightness...”
Qiuqiu stood to the side, eyes gleaming with excitement she couldn’t hide.
Because of Su Yu, she’d loved motorcycles since college, and she couldn’t be more familiar with this one.
Especially that iconic Ducati red, which under the lighting looked like it had its own filter—brilliant and dazzling.
Base price: 330,000. Final cost: nearly 380,000.
For many young people, it was the “dream ride.”
Now seeing it in person, her heart couldn’t help but flutter.
Tang Song lightly patted Qiuqiu on the shoulder. “Help me check it over, Qiuqiu. Thanks.”
“O-okay.”
Qiuqiu quickly stepped forward and carefully inspected the body’s paint, the tire whiskers, the brake discs…
“No problems.”
Tang Song nodded, took the keys handed to him by the staff, and swung his leg over the bike with a clean motion.
He inserted the key and lit up the central control screen.
The LCD dash flickered to life, data loading rapidly—
Instantly sparking that deep-burning fire inside any man.
His fingers traced the golden Ducati logo on the fuel tank—it was cold and smooth to the touch.
In his eyes was the pure joy unique to youth.
He couldn’t resist giving the throttle a twist.
Seeing this, Zhang Wen’an immediately offered, “Mr. Tang, would you like to take it for a spin in the test area out back?”
“Sure.” Tang Song, riding the high, nodded without hesitation.
Staff quickly stepped up and slowly wheeled the motorcycle to the rear lot.
Behind was an enclosed private testing area, with a professionally paved track and a circular path—perfect for test rides.
Tang Song put on his helmet and gloves, swung onto the bike again, and gripped it tightly with his legs.
VROOOOM—
The engine roared like a beast awakening.
Feeling the raw mechanical power beneath him, Tang Song exhaled lightly, excitement spreading across his face as he eased forward.
With the system-fed [Motorcycle Riding Skill Book] in his arsenal, his skill level was top-tier.
He’d ridden a BMW RR before too.
It didn’t take long for him to find his rhythm.
Throttling into turns, shifting his weight, cornering smoothly—everything was flawless.
Every move felt like instinct etched into muscle memory—efficient and elegant.
The ride was perfection. Compared to his old Ninja 400, this was a leap in every sense.
After two laps—
The red bike streaked like lightning and stopped precisely in front of Qiuqiu.
Tang Song flipped up the visor of his helmet and flashed her a bright, youthful grin.
With teasing playfulness in his tone, he said, “Hey, pretty girl, wanna hop on? I’ll take you for a ride.”
Qiuqiu froze for a second, nodding awkwardly.
But her heart was racing.
She accepted the helmet handed over by staff and carefully put it on.
Stepping on the footpeg—
She hesitated, then rested her hand on Tang Song’s shoulder, pushing off and swinging onto the back seat. Fresh chapters posted on novel⁂fire.net
The moment her thigh touched his body, a tingling sensation rushed through her chest—
Like countless soft feathers brushing over her heart.
“Hold on tight. Sit steady.” Tang Song turned slightly and lowered his visor.
Qiuqiu took a deep breath, looked at his straight-backed figure, and felt an unexplainable surge of impulse.
Her mind still hesitated, but her body had already responded.
She leaned forward gently, her arms slowly wrapping around his waist.
Her warm palms pressed against his solid abs, her nose filled with his familiar scent—
Her soft chest gently pressed against his lower back, a subtle contact that sent the body temperature between them climbing.
Everything was so natural, yet so electric.
Just like that first kiss in the office.
“Here we go.”
Tang Song called out, twisted the throttle, and the red bike growled low.
The rear wheel kicked up wind as the bike accelerated.
Qiuqiu instinctively tightened her arms, pressing herself closer.
The scenery around them blurred and stretched—wind rushing by, but the “knight” in front of her only became clearer.
Her face buried against his back, she could feel the shifting tension in his muscles with every motion.
Each flex felt like it struck the softest place in her soul.
A warm current surged through her body, slowly flowing downward.