novelraw Chapter 650: Yanyan Plays
Chapter 650: Yanyan Plays
Chapter 650: Yanyan Plays"Alright, I still have some things to take care of here. We'll talk more when I get home this afternoon."
After saying that, Shen Yuyan decisively hung up the phone.
"Just go for it... just go for it..."
Xu Qing stared blankly at her phone screen, her mind still reverberating with her best friend's loaded tone.
Having been close friends for over ten years, she knew Shen Yuyan's voice too well.
Those half-serious, half-teasing remarks that used to sound warm and playful—she could always tell when Yuyan was joking.
But this time, it was definitely not a joke.
Images she found mortifying began to crowd Xu Qing's mind—each one more humiliating than the last:
Her, her best friend, Tang Song, a big bed they could roll on, rolling, tangling...
"Ugh—!" Xu Qing shuddered and her whole face flushed as red as a cooked shrimp."This can't happen... absolutely not..."
She muttered to herself, her heart pounding so hard she felt it might burst out of her throat.
With a thud, she flopped forward onto the desk;
her feverish forehead thumped down onto the keyboard.
A string of gibberish immediately popped up on the screen: "asdfghjkl......"
This felt a hundred times more embarrassing than the time that pervert Xiao Jing had teased her with words.
After all, she and Shen Yuyan were far too close—closer than biological sisters.
The thought of the two of them… together like that… the burden and indescribable shame were unbearable.
"Ping—" A WeChat notification suddenly sounded.
[Scheming Yuyan: photo.jpg]
Xu Qing instinctively opened it;
her eyes widened and her jaw nearly dropped to the desk.
The photo showed a pure, cute girl with an outrageously exaggerated chest curve.
Seeing that nearly impossible arc, Xu Qing's mouth gaped;
she felt a jealous drool almost escape.
[Scheming Yuyan: I never told you—this is Tang Song's first love from high school, his official girlfriend, Liu Qingning. She’s an executive at Qingning Technology, head of Qingmi AI, and a top graduate from Imperial Capital University.] ŘÀΝȰBĚS̈
Xu Qing felt her mind go numb, as if hit hard by a hammer.
What... what is this?!
Tang Song's first love? Also a nature-gifted chest freak?!
Xu Qing stared at the screen dumbfounded, her mouth involuntarily rising in despair and grievance.
Why is everyone so amazing?
All she wanted was a simple romance.
She already knew Tang Song had a girlfriend, but she had still been swayed by his looks and that unreasonable boldness.
Now all these "rivals" popping up seemed far out of her league—chest-wise and otherwise.
Especially this one—add the invincible first-love aura on top of it!
Damn it!
She jabbed a finger at the exaggerated curve in Liu Qingning’s photo on the screen and stuck her tongue out in defiance.
"Big deal! Fine… fine, I'll get surgery! Then I'll strut around in bikinis in front of you all day!"
After venting in her fantasy for a while, Xu Qing reopened her writing software.
She glared at the dark blinking cursor and started tapping away.
Good—the next major antagonist for the novel was forming.
The male lead Tang Song's high school first love, an ex who left him after high school to study abroad, came back famous and successful, intent on rekindling things.
What name to give her?
She’d call you Liu Precious Moon!
Heh! Let me see how I torment you in my book!
Quickly, plot beats populated the screen.
Xu Qing's smile grew, her spirits lifting.
Then she thought of Yao Lingling with her A-cup and regained some confidence in reality.
Heh, at least I'm not the worst.
She reopened WeChat and replied to her best friend with one message: [Got it!], then opened Tang Song's chat.
Thinking a moment, she first sent a cosplay photo.
Then she typed: "Tang Song, you’re coming back to Yancheng today, right? I’ve finished moving. The new place is so big and empty—sleeping alone tonight is a bit scary o(T~T)o. Want to come over and keep me company?"
After sending it, she stared at the screen.
"Crunch—"
[Tang Song: "Sure, of course. By the way, Qingqing, I remember you still owe me 233 spankings, right?"]
Seeing that, Xu Qing almost jumped out of her chair, hands flying to cover her little butt, her cheeks burning red.
She'd been caught writing novels by Tang Song and had been forced into a punishment of 250 spankings.
When he caught her writing erotic stuff, she’d had to sign an "unequal agreement" and owed him 250 spankings.
She’d already been "administered" 17 of them intermittently in Yuyan’s room.
Xu Qing hesitated a long time before answering reluctantly, "Yes..."
[Tang Song: "Then see you tonight. Get ready."]
"Ahh!" A flustered, half-annoyed, half-embarrassed exclamation burst from Xu Qing in her private office.
That naughty Little Song! Why does he always think about spanking me when we meet?!
He must have been corrupted by that pervert Xiao Jing!
In that tangled mix of nerves, agitation, and anticipation, time ticked slowly by.
4:00 PM
"Ping—" A WeChat sound.
[Scheming Yuyan: "I’m in Yancheng. I’ll be at your place in about ten minutes."]
Seeing the message, Xu Qing abandoned her writing without a second thought. She frantically shut down her computer, packed her bag, and dashed out of the office.
Back at Lan Feng International luxury apartments.
She locked her car and took the elevator straight to the 22nd floor.
Opening the door, she was hit by a familiar perfume scent.
In the living room, Shen Yuyan stood in front of the enormous floor-to-ceiling windows, surveying the new place she hadn't yet fully acquainted herself with.
Her tall silhouette stretched long in the sunset glow.
"Yanyan! You're back!"
"Qingqing." Shen Yuyan’s face held a trace of fatigue, but she still looked radiant.
She opened her arms, expecting her friend to rush over with the ardor of a husky.
But Xu Qing stopped two steps away from her.
Her gaze avoided contact, hands nervously clasped behind her back;
she wouldn't meet Yuyan's eyes.
Shen Yuyan instantly understood her mood.
She stepped forward, gave the taut little butt a playful smack, and teased, "Big silly Qing—what dirty fantasies are you having now? Want to practice for real? Let sister teach you."
"You shameless schemer, you started it!" Xu Qing immediately flared up and swatted her back.
The two quickly fell into their usual banter, wrestling and laughing as they always did.
That awkward distance vanished like smoke.
Watching her revived friend, Shen Yuyan let out a deep, private sigh.
If she had choices, she wouldn't use the naive Qing like this.
But she had no other way.
This trip to Quancheng was supposed to be her chance to make a bold move and draw closer to Tang Song.
But Tang Song had been steady as a rock—businesslike almost the whole time, with only minimal flirtatious teasing.
She was truly anxious.
Liu Qingning’s return and Tang Song’s genuine, unhidden care for her had stabbed a thorn deep into Yuyan’s heart.
She had to admit she’d fallen for Tang Song.
She feared if she waited any longer, she would remain just a pure assistant and miss her chance again.
After they played around for a while, the living room quieted down.
Shen Yuyan pulled a laptop from her briefcase, her expression turning serious and professional. She opened a file and gestured for Xu Qing to sit beside her.
"Qingqing, I have some new information about Ordinary Folks. Listen carefully."
"Oh." Xu Qing fixed her messy hair and curiously scooted over.
Shen Yuyan turned the laptop toward Xu Qing and spoke softly, "According to our latest internal evaluation at Rongliu Capital, with the explosive success of the Yannan short-drama production hub and policy support, the short-drama sector is still heating up...
Conservatively, the pre-investment valuation for Ordinary Folks is now between 180 million and 220 million RMB.
Tang Song holds 38% and you hold 2%—that’s 40%. The value of that stake is at least 80 million RMB."
"And that's only the beginning," her voice dropped, eyes burning. "Once Xingyun International Group officially enters and completes an acquisition, there will be comprehensive resource alignment—platform, distribution, production... and eventually, as Xingyun lists..."
Xu Qing listened blankly, her heart racing.
She found it hard to breathe.
She was a small-scale money lover.
Working hard every day and furiously churning out writing were essentially to earn some comfortable cash.
According to her friend, with Tang Song’s nod, within a year she could be a genuine multimillionaire.
She mumbled meekly, lacking confidence, "But... would that be greedy? After all, it's Xiao Songzi's money..."
Seeing her simultaneously eager and timid expression, Shen Yuyan sighed helplessly.
She pinched Xu Qing's cheek. "I ask you—Tang Song gave Xiao Jing shares in Jinxiu Commerce worth nearly 200 million for her birthday, right?"
Xu Qing nodded automatically.
"You're also his girlfriend by his own words. Why shouldn't you have your own business and assets?"
Shen Yuyan paused, speaking seriously: "You can actively suggest holding and managing that portion of shares on his behalf. Tell him you want to learn, to grow, to become like Wen Ruan or Xiao Jing—have your own career and genuinely help him. Understand?"
Xu Qing bowed her head. "Understood."
Shen Yuyan pursed her lips and leaned in, pressing close.
"Qingqing, if your conscience still nags you, tonight we can play some fun little games with Tang Song. He’s been working so hard—think of it as helping him relax."
"Wha—what game?" Xu Qing went rigid.
Shen Yuyan wrapped an arm around her shoulder, warm breath brushing her ear, and began whispering softly.
As she listened, Xu Qing went visibly redder by the second, from cheeks down to the nape of her neck.
She seemed about to boil over.
Yanjing Tiancheng.
"Bye—take care and rest well."
After ending the video call with his first love, the study returned to quiet.
Tang Song leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp as he stared at aerial photos on his laptop.
A restless anticipation surged like an undertow in his chest.
That morning he’d received word from Lin Muxue in London.
The Tangjin Estate had been put into use;
the butler team would formally coordinate with her in the next couple of days.
In other words, he could fly to that private estate on the French Riviera—over three hundred football fields in scale—anytime.
He skimmed through the materials longer.
Tang Song tamped down the rising thoughts.
The Third Stage Growth Plan only lacked the final Capital Hunter investment project.
And at the end of the month, he still had to go to Rongcheng to complete a crucial interactive task with Ouyang Xianyue.
He decided to finish these things first, then properly enjoy some vacation time.
He took a deep breath.
Tang Song sat upright and opened his email to read the Tangjin Family Office internal meeting minutes from Wen Ruan.
Big sister’s "special advisory seat" essentially meant she would proactively contact Tangjin to help him understand and prepare for international maneuvers.
He’d been thinking about how to accelerate Xingyun International’s overseas acquisitions to help big sister.
Unexpectedly, the Tangjin family office had already gone all-in: Ouyang Xianyue led the formation of a pan-entertainment industry fund worth tens of billions of dollars.
The only issue was Secretary Jin had proactively taken on the role of fund head.
Tang Song felt a headache thinking about internal family office dynamics.
Luckily, he would soon meet Ouyang and Secretary Jin in person—maybe he could smooth things over.
That thought made him both nervous and excited.
He tidied his work for the moment.
Outside, dusk had quietly fallen.
"Riiiing—"
His phone rang.
[Xu Qing]
He answered. "Hey, Qingqing."
"Hello? When are you coming over? Dinner's almost ready. We're just waiting for our big boss."
Xu Qing's lively voice came through.
Tang Song glanced at the time and smiled. "I'll be right over. Seems you couldn’t wait."
"Ah!" There was a small gasp from the phone and then the call was cut off.
Tang Song smiled, stretched, and walked to the entryway.
He slipped on his shoes and glanced over a row of car keys.
In the end he picked up the one stamped with an angry bull emblem.
The sun slanted, dyeing the sky orange.
The city lights and neon gradually lit up like a river of stars.
The matte-gray Lamborghini roared out of the underground garage and merged into the rush-hour traffic.
Its sleek lines streaked alongside the city's flashing lights, drawing countless admiring glances.
In under ten minutes he arrived at Lan Feng International.
He parked in a visitor spot, used the access card Shen Yuyan had given him, and went straight to the 22nd floor.
Entering the door, the fragrant aroma of barbecue hit him, making his mouth water.
In the living room, a variety show played on a projector.
Skewers and chilled beer were laid out on the coffee table.
Shen Yuyan sat on the soft sofa wearing a red-and-white striped fitted top and black high-waisted yoga pants that accentuated her curves perfectly.
Hearing the door, Shen Yuyan stood and smiled fresh and sweet—just like the pure campus belle from college.
"Tang Song, you’re here." She blinked her watery eyes and teased, "It's off-work time—may I call you that?"
"Of course."
She pointed to the seat opposite her with a coquettish tone: "Sit over here. Tonight we’ll watch the show and eat and drink—relax a bit. Honestly, being your assistant is exhausting—trickier than starting a business. You owe me compensation."
Tang Song looked at her mix of innocence and allure and raised a brow. "What compensation do you want?"
Shen Yuyan covered her mouth and laughed. "I'll leave it to you."
Tang Song smiled and noncommittally sat on the single sofa opposite.
Across the wide coffee table their eyes met.
The air warmed with flirtation.
His gaze couldn't help but slide down to the obvious contours under her fitted top.
Judging from experience, it was roughly a D-cup.
Combined with Yuyan’s small frame and slim waist, that tight short top had massive visual impact.
Sensing his heated stare, Shen Yuyan waved her left hand and blushed, "Hey... Qingqing is still here..."
Tang Song felt a tiny prick of fascination at her subtle little ploy.
Shen Yuyan really knew what she was doing.
Just then, the sounds of footsteps came.
Tang Song looked up and saw Xu Qing, dressed in classic black-and-white maid attire with cute twin ponytails, carrying a large tray.
She walked to the coffee table, bent down to place the fruit plate and snacks neatly, then stood and bowed deeply to Tang Song.
"Master… your dinner is ready. Please check if there's anything else you need…"
Tang Song glanced at the sly Shen school belle, then at the overly obedient little maid.
His heart rate kicked up.
Looks like she’d come prepared!
"No need—sit and eat with us."
Xu Qing replied obediently and took a seat.
Beneath the black skirt, a pink cartoon underwear peeked shyly;
the white expanse of her exposed thigh area created an enticing scene.
Soon, at Shen Yuyan's urging, the three began to eat.
The smell of barbecue, the fizz of beer, and the exaggerated laughter from the variety show filled the living room.
The atmosphere was lazy and cozy.
Xu Qing dutifully played the "little maid": peeling shrimp for Tang Song, kneeling at his feet to rub his legs.
Shen Yuyan shed her assistant persona and chatted casually with Tang Song like an old friend: college anecdotes, new movies, and entertainment gossip.
Outside, the sky darkened.
The show neared its end and the living room fell quiet.
Having drunk quite a bit, Shen Yuyan’s cheeks were flushed and her gaze hazy with a gentle tipsiness.
She half-leaned on the sofa, the light falling on Tang Song, and suddenly lowered her voice: "I'll tell you a secret—Qingqing and I actually have telepathic connection."
Tang Song glanced at the little maid and arched a brow. "Oh? Really?"
Xu Qing stiffened and dropped her head in panic.
"Of course—we're best friends of over ten years. We've shared everything," Shen Yuyan said with a touch of mystery, "We've developed that... indescribable connection."
Tang Song chuckled and shook his head. "I don’t buy it."
Shen Yuyan bit her lip, competitive fire flickering. "Want to test it?"
"How?"
She pointed at a plate of colorful hard candies on the table and gave a sly look. "Guess the candy. Yuyan and Qingqing will both be blindfolded. You pick any candy. I taste it. Without saying a word, Qingqing will know the flavor."
"Impossible."
"And what if we can?" Shen Yuyan blinked and the tone warmed flirtatiously. "Wanna bet? If we win, you promise us one request. Don’t worry—we won’t embarrass you. If we lose, we’ll grant you any one request."
Tang Song was slightly surprised;
his interest was fully piqued. "Alright, sure."
Shen Yuyan snapped her fingers crisply and turned to her friend: "Qingqing, bring out the props."
Xu Qing bit her lip, hesitated, but blushingly pulled two delicate black lace blindfolds out of her maid apron pocket.
They both quickly tied the blindfolds over their eyes.
"We're ready, start!" Shen Yuyan smiled and took her friend's hand.
Tang Song picked a random orange-flavored hard candy from the bowl, unwrapped it, and offered it to Shen Yuyan's lips.
She opened her mouth and the warm tip of her tongue brushed his fingertip subtly as she took the candy.
Tang Song felt a tingle in his finger and glanced at the blindfolded, adorably naive-looking Xu Qing.
A strange thrill bubbled up.
Across from him, Shen Yuyan continued to gently savor the candy, holding Xu Qing’s hand.
After a moment, she spat the partially dissolved candy onto a piece of paper.
"Ready?" Tang Song asked curiously.
Shen Yuyan nodded, then turned and wrapped her arms around her friend, finding the warm lips with precision.
"Mmm...!"
Beneath the blindfold, Xu Qing's lashes fluttered wildly;
she swallowed the exclamation that rose in her throat.
Her fingers clenched the apron, her head buzzing.
Lips met softly—warm and yielding.
The tart-sweet orange taste mingled with an unusual intimacy between them.
In the quiet living room, only the soft sound of saliva-slick contact could be heard.
A pale orange thread slid slowly from the parted corner of the mouth and dropped onto Xu Qing’s smooth exposed thigh.
Tang Song's Adam's apple bobbed as his blood began to surge faster.