novelraw Chapter 660: Good Sisters, An Unexpected Encounter
Chapter 660: Good Sisters, An Unexpected Encounter
Chapter 660: Good Sisters, An Unexpected EncounterYunxi Valley Resort, Moon-Viewing Villa Suite.
The winter morning sunlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains, casting bright spots of light in the room.
Yao Lingling opened her eyes amidst warmth and fragrance.
Her body felt as if it had been repeatedly run over by a steamroller, sore and weak without any strength.
Her mind was completely blank at first.
Then, the wild images from last night surged up uncontrollably like a bursting flood.
A rush of heat shot straight from her tailbone to the crown of her head.
Yao Lingling's face instantly flushed crimson, emitting a shameful whimper.
She buried her head directly into the pillow that still carried his scent.
[It's over, it's over... I can't face anyone anymore...][I, I actually... really slept with my senior!!!]
[And... and I was so forward...]
The ultimate experience of a "one-day couple" date? Or... something else?
How should they interact with each other?
Retreat back to the safe distance between senior and junior, pretending nothing happened?
Or...
How did senior view her?
Panicked thoughts swirled like snowflakes in her mind.
"Aiya! Aiya! Shameless Lingling!"
Yao Lingling wrapped herself in the blanket, rolling back and forth on the bed like a caterpillar, occasionally emitting shy low moans.
After being such an "ostrich" in self-deception for several minutes.
She suddenly sat up from the bed, a vibrant smile reappearing on her face.
Her fundamental nature was ultimately sunny and optimistic.
As the initial shame gradually faded, a stronger, bubble-like sweetness and joy began to occupy her heart.
Whatever! Anyway, she had finally reached this step with the senior she had been longing for.
Between her and him, there was already the most intimate bond.
It was truly too blissful.
But speaking of which, senior was really amazing!
It's just that his bad habit of spanking was really too embarrassing.
You could tell senior really liked it.
Just then, a "click" sound.
The bedroom door was gently opened from outside.
Familiar footsteps approached, and Tang Song's handsome figure appeared at the doorway.
He had probably exercised and taken a shower, looking fresh and extraordinarily handsome.
Their eyes met.
Tang Song's gaze unconsciously drifted slightly downward, the corners of his mouth lifting.
Actually, there were differences even among A-cups.
The junior was the standard A-cup type, with about an 8cm difference between upper and lower bust measurements, having clear, petite curves.
If, like last night, she squeezed a bit, she could still achieve something.
Of course, for the well-experienced Tang Song, this unique scenery felt quite fresh.
Yao Lingling's smile froze, then she quickly pulled up the blanket to cover her shoulders, also thoroughly concealing her small A-cup.
After doing this, she felt slightly less embarrassed.
Seeing her adorable reaction, Tang Song let out a "pfft" laugh.
Yao Lingling's face gradually turned red, then she grabbed the nearby pillow and threw it at him, blushing and scolding angrily: "Hey hey hey, life is hard enough without exposing others! So what if my chest is small?! Is it necessary to laugh so happily?!" Ř𝖆₦Ȯ฿ÈṤ
The pillow softly hit Tang Song's chest with little force, more like acting cute.
Yao Lingling lowered her head, feeling at a loss from Tang Song's praise.
The mattress slightly depressed.
The unique scent of morning chill mixed with male hormones came with him.
Making Yao Lingling's heart skip a beat.
Looking at Tang Song's impeccably handsome face and faintly visible muscle lines, she felt somewhat parched.
She hadn't felt this way before without such intimate contact.
Now she could directly feel his charm.
Just then, the blanket was suddenly lifted a gap, and a slightly cool hand reached in.
Tang Song gently exhaled, slightly narrowing his eyes as he watched the junior's amusing reaction.
In the morning, the two went crazy playing around the resort for quite a while.
Screaming rock songs at the top of their lungs in KTV, competing relentlessly for a "high score record" in the arcade, and even experiencing cave exploration...
At noon, Yao Lingling dragged Tang Song to the resort's most top-tier French Western restaurant.
Ordering a ceremony-filled couple set.
Time passed amidst unconscious laughter and joy.
When the two returned to the "Moon-Viewing" villa hidden deep in the bamboo forest.
The warm winter sun had already tilted westward, casting long shadows on the snow.
This dreamlike hot spring trip officially entered its finale.
Tang Song first handled a few urgent work emails from the company, then packed his things.
Carrying his bag, he walked out of the first-floor bedroom.
Going up to the second floor, the junior's door was wide open.
The room had been cleaned spotlessly by her, the bed neatly made with corners tucked squarely, completely showing no traces of last night's "battle."
At this moment, she had her back to the doorway, bending over, carefully stuffing the last few cosmetics into her backpack.
Her slender waist, almost too delicate to hold, and the rounded hips wrapped in jeans below formed an almost exaggerated perfect "hourglass" shape.
After last night's wildness, Tang Song could more deeply appreciate the astonishing superiority of the junior's naturally gifted physique.
But since it was her first time, some restraint was still necessary.
Seeming to hear the movement at the doorway, Yao Lingling turned around.
Her voice carried a sense of loss she hadn't even noticed herself.
"May I ask Junior Lingling, were you satisfied with my performance as a 'one-day boyfriend'? If scoring, could you give a five-star review? Friendly reminder, good reviews come with cashback."
Then imitating the tone of a food review blogger, she earnestly evaluated: "Hmm... appearance, figure, service attitude are all quite good, massage technique is superb, core business ability though..."
She leaned closer at this point, saying playfully: "I don't really understand this, after all, it's just once, too little data for proper evaluation, hehe."
Tang Song's eyes filled with laughter, reaching out to pat her behind not too lightly nor heavily, the explosive power-filled springy sensation washing over him.
"Then would you like to 'test' it again?"
The innocent junior covered her bottom, cheeks reddening again.
Then she reached out her hand, saying righteously: "Right! What about the 'cashback'?"
"Hmph, you're not trying to welch, are you?"
"That's impossible."
Amidst playful bickering, the previous bit of parting sorrow was instantly diluted.
In the evening, the Bentley Continental GT slowly stopped outside the North City Garden residential area.
Winter nights came especially early.
Streetlights were already lit, their yellowish halos stretching their shadows long.
Tang Song accompanied Yao Lingling, seeing her all the way to Building 4.
The always-chattering junior suddenly fell quiet.
She looked up at Tang Song before her, complex emotions flickering in her always-bright eyes.
Yao Lingling bit her lower lip, asking lightly in a seemingly casual, friend-chatting tone: "Senior, what's your relationship with President Gao?"
"Boyfriend and girlfriend."
"Then... Sister Wen Ruan? Is she also..."
"Also."
"And that... your Assistant Lin, is she too?"
Tang Song looked at her without any concealment or evasion, frankly saying: "Yeah, she is."
Yao Lingling looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly laughed.
Seemingly returning to her usual carefree, heartless cheerfulness.
She reached out her finger, poking Tang Song's chest, joking: "Wow! So senior you... really are an out-and-out big playboy!"
The two had always been good friends, often teasing each other online with a very casual chatting style.
It's just that in this aspect, he did feel somewhat guilty.
Yao Lingling laughed even happier seeing his expression.
The wind blew, her hair gently swaying.
Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe, gently pressing her cool cheek against his.
Tang Song's eyes flickered, about to say something.
The junior quickly gave a "mwah" on his lips, cheeks blazing red.
Shyly yet seriously whispering: "This weekend, I was really happy. It's just... I hope I can still play ball with senior in the future."
After saying this, she didn't dare stay longer, turning to run.
When she reached the unit door, she couldn't help looking back.
Giving him a smile that seemed able to melt the entire winter night.
"Goodbye, senior."
Tang Song gazed at her, heart slightly moved, "Goodbye, Lingling."
Her figure disappeared inside the unit door.
After a long while, Tang Song withdrew his gaze, letting out a breath.
Turning to walk outward.
The white Bentley Continental GT's lights lit up.
The wheels rolled over withered yellow leaves, entering the city's expressway.
Neon lights outside the window stretched into hazy light trails.
It slowly drove into Yanjing Huating's underground garage.
The elevator went straight up, stopping at the 5th floor.
"Ding-dong—"
The door opened, Tang Song stepped inside.
The interior had soft lighting, warm and elegant.
Laughter from variety shows came from the living room, mixed with the sweet aroma of buttered popcorn.
Tang Song changed into slippers and came to the living room.
There he saw the beautician curled up on the white sofa.
Her legs tucked, holding a fluffy pillow, attention focused on the TV screen.
Hearing the movement, Zhao Yaqian immediately turned her head, beaming with joy the moment she saw it was him.
She practically sprang up from the sofa, her voice filled with irrepressible excitement and delight.
She wore a beige and gray striped camisole dress.
The dress was made of soft knit material, tightly fitting her graceful figure, a pair of perfect wineglass legs shimmering with milky, smooth luster under the soft living room light.
The beautician chuckled softly, directly striding forward with her long legs to pounce on him.
Fragrant breeze brushed his face, Tang Song felt his body sink as Zhao Yaqian clung onto him completely.
Then, rain-like dense and passionate kisses landed on his lips, eyebrows, eyes, neck...
The two lingered intimately like this in the entryway for quite some time.
Tang Song pinched the beautician's wineglass legs, smiling as he asked: "Haven't eaten yet? Would you like to go eat fried skewers together?"
After saying this, she "clattered" into the bedroom.
When she came out again, she had changed into fashionable winter clothes.
She ran to Tang Song, striking a cool pose, lifting her collagen-filled young face, saying in a charmingly naive tone: "Brother Song, do I look good?"
"Good looking." Tang Song's tone overflowed with affection, "Our Qianqian looks most beautiful in anything."
"Hehe, I'll definitely tell Xiaoxue this exact phrase later. She's returning to Yancheng the day after tomorrow, right? I haven't seen her for a week."
"What work? She wouldn't tell me when I asked, all mysterious."
Tang Song slightly turned his head, looking at her big eyes filled with curiosity, smiling: "She's meeting a *good sister', I'll introduce her to you later too."
The beautician paused for a moment, smiling: "What's her name?"
"Tian Jing. You can call her Xiao Jing." Tang Song's tone became somewhat meaningful, "I believe... you'll definitely become good friends."
The beautician's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly, though not understanding the deeper meaning, she still obediently nodded.
Crowds coming and going, lively and bustling, neon lights shimmering.
The beautician held Tang Song's hand.
Walking while telling him about her interesting experiences these past two days.
While biting into golden crispy tornado potato twists, she enthusiastically shared with Tang Song about various spices' top, middle, and base notes.
The 19-year-old beautician, that earnest yet charmingly naive appearance, was utterly adorable.
A black Bentley drove into a Chinese classical-style courtyard without any prominent signage.
Xiao Jing sat in the spacious comfortable back seat, gazing curiously through the window at this top-tier private club that only existed in few people's conversations.
Every detail revealed a serene and profound heritage belonging to Huaxia's top-level power.
Although Lord Tang Song had already "spoiled" it beforehand, saying tonight Xiaoxue would introduce her to meet a "very important" person.
But when this moment truly arrived, she felt tremendous nervousness.
The car stopped steadily in front of the main building, the driver quickly got out and opened her door.
Xiao Jing took a deep breath, adjusted the carefully selected Chanel-style suit she wore, carried her bag, and followed the attendant inside.
She finally saw the figure waiting at the "Purple Cloud" private room entrance.
Lin Muxue wore a well-tailored deep gray wool suit dress, with exquisite yet sharp makeup, her hair elegantly tied up.
She stood there casually, gaze cold and stern, full of workplace mature female charm.
"Xiao Jing, you're late." Lin Muxue said lightly, aloof and composed.
Clearly, she intended to give the other some "initial intimidation", making her show more respect.
After all, the previous threesome had left her with considerable psychological trauma.
However, Xiao Jing seemed unaware.
She quickly stepped forward, intimately hugging Xiaoxue, standing on tiptoe to directly give a "mwah" kiss on her cheek.
"Sorry, Xiaoxue, kept you waiting. Mwah~"
Lin Muxue's eyelids twitched, her feigned aloofness instantly somewhat broken.
Xiao Jing said sweetly: "Long time no see, you didn't come to my birthday last time, missed you so much. Mwah~"
"Okay okay!" Xiaoxue quickly blocked her, shuddering all over.
This Xiao Jing was really unconventional, immediately getting close with her.
Xiao Jing blinked at her, face full of sincere enthusiasm.
Since learning there was still a Jin Meixiao above, she had discarded her "main wife" ambitions, contentedly becoming Lord Tang Song and the Female Emperor's "little dog".
Towards Xiaoxue, also Tang Song's woman, she naturally wouldn't be hostile.
Even looked forward to playing games together later, preferably adding Qingqing too.
Of course, more people would be fine too.
Lin Muxue exhaled, saying seriously: "Next I'll take you to meet an important person, let's go."
"Okay." Xiao Jing nodded vigorously.
A rich aroma blending top-grade agarwood and Cuban cigars wafted over.
Xiao Jing's gaze immediately fell on the foreign woman seated upright in the huanghuali round-backed armchair.
Even the simple act of tasting a cigar was filled with aristocratic presence.
Her eyes appraised Xiao Jing, then she reached out her hand, "Hello, Miss Tian Jing, I've heard much about you."
"Xiao Jing, this is Lady Spencer, Tina Spencer," Lin Muxue introduced from the side: "Committee member of the Tangjin Family Office, mainly responsible for managing and operating all high-end property assets under the family office."
Xiao Jing's heart stirred slightly.
Just as she had guessed, the so-called Tangjin was Tang Song and Director Jin's family office.
And this Tina Spencer, judging by name and presence, should be of pure European noble blood.
She still preferred playing with that wild American bombshell.
Though her mind was racing with thoughts, on the surface Xiao Jing appeared exceptionally obedient and sweet.
Slightly bowing as she said: "Honored to meet you, Lady Spencer."
Lin Muxue perfectly played the "mediator" and "introducer" role, skillfully guiding conversation to prevent awkwardness.
After some small talk.
Tina directly got to the point, taking an exquisitely bound folder from her briefcase, placing it before Xiao Jing.
Xiao Jing somewhat flatteredly accepted it, curiously opening the folder.
Tina's voice sounded unhurriedly from the side:
"First, located in Tokyo's Ginza, [Tangjin·WANO], Japanese ryotei style, mainly hosting our top Asian partners."
"Second, located at Singapore's Marina Bay, [The Sovereign Club], modern style, more oriented toward elite social networking in finance and tech fields."
Hearing these world-renowned locations and top club introductions, Lin Muxue was already experiencing inner turmoil.
Tang Song... had already started letting Xiao Jing become involved with the Tangjin Family Office's operations!
But she quickly adjusted her mindset.
She was no longer the person she used to be, and Tang Song doing this naturally had his deeper meaning.
And besides, she was next going to personally take over that even more magnificent 【Tangjin Estate】.
Thinking of that top-tier estate comparable to royal gardens, Lin Muxue clenched her thighs tightly, cheeks slightly flushed.
Heart surging with emotion.
Xiao Jing quickly nodded, "Okay, thank you for the arrangement, Lady Spencer. I'll choose Tokyo Ginza's [Tangjin·WANO] then."
She made this choice certainly not out of any business considerations.
She was familiar there, could later legitimately invite Tang Song and Qingqing to play some interesting games.
As if thinking of certain images, Xiao Jing's face also reddened somewhat, legs unconsciously tightening.
Tina looked at the two young girls opposite, her always somewhat scrutinizing gray eyes revealing faint confusion.
The three continued exchanging for a while, with the preliminary framework for the handover settled.
Tina elegantly rose, face still with that impeccable aristocratic smile, she adjusted her skirt, saying in her pure British accent:
The two quickly rose.
Accompanied by attendants, the three headed toward the dedicated tea room downstairs.
The lighting here was softer, air filled with faint, top-grade agarwood and tea aroma.
Rounding the massive rosewood carved screen, their view suddenly opened.
The next second, all three simultaneously halted steps, expressions varying.
She wore an extremely simple velvet dress, jet-black hair casually tied back with a simple wooden hairpin, before her sat a set of antique Ru kiln tea utensils.
She wasn't looking outside but kept her eyes lowered, focused on the cup before her from which steam was rising.
Her bearing carried grace and nobility tempered through time.
Tina took a deep breath, face showing solemn expression.
Taking the initiative to approach and stand by her side, "Dear Lady Ouyang, what a surprise. My schedule didn't show you here today. This is truly an unexpected honor."
Ouyang Xianyue slowly looked up, her always-calm eyes rippling with faint amusement.
Then, she turned her gaze to the two young pretty girls behind Tina.
In an almost matter-of-fact tone, she said to Tina: "You just flew back from Europe, jetlag not adjusted yet. And recently you've been constantly busy with the family office's new project. Go rest properly in the upstairs suite. I'll take over hosting them from now on."
Tina's smile stiffened slightly for a moment.