novelraw Chapter 731: A Miniature Love Battlefield
Chapter 731: A Miniature Love Battlefield
Chapter 731: A Miniature Love Battlefield
Three pairs of eyes collided violently in the air.
Zhang Yan immediately hugged the little Snowball in her arms and politely stood up from the sofa, a faint, friendly smile on her face.
She thought this was just another ordinary friend invited by Sister Wen Ruan.
As for Xu Qing, within 0.5 seconds of clearly seeing the entire living room, the smile on her face instantly froze.
What... what's going on?!
Didn't I skip work openly as the future shareholder of [Nebula International Group] to come enjoy a big meal and pet the cat?!
Why is that bastard Little Song here too?!
And... another girl I don't know?
She looked at the delicate girl with collarbone-length hair sitting in the corner of the sofa, holding the cat with a confused expression, then looked at Little Song standing in the middle with a surprised face.
The little story from last time with Xiao Jing and Wen Ruan in the villa instantly flooded her mind like a tide.
She felt like a little fairy who had mistakenly entered the lair of spider spirits, alarm bells ringing loudly in her heart:
Mommy! This place is so dangerous, I want to go home!
Immediately, she "whooshed" and pulled back the half of her body that had just peeked out, hiding in the entryway.
However, as soon as she turned around, she directly bumped into Wen Ruan's soft, bouncy chest and was even bounced back a bit.
Miss Xu Qing looked up dizzily and saw the big sister's peach blossom eyes filled with laughter.
"Qingqing, what are you doing? Little Snowball is waiting for you in the living room." Wen Ruan's voice was lazy and seductive.
"Uh... I... I suddenly remembered I left something in the car."
"It's fine, we can talk about it after eating."
Seeing the big sister's expression that said "you're not going anywhere today," Xu Qing instantly lost her nerve.
She could only pout with a crying face and let herself be half-pushed, half-embraced into the living room.
"Qingqing." Tang Song mustered his courage to greet her first.
Xu Qing glared at him, shrunk her neck, and hid behind Wen Ruan.
Wen Ruan didn't pay any attention to Tang Song, instead directly bringing Xu Qing in front of Zhang Yan.
"Yanyan, come, let me introduce you." She held onto Xu Qing, who was still trying to struggle, and said to Zhang Yan with a smiling face. "Remember that short drama we watched together in Shen City last time? The one that just launched recently, super popular right now, called 'Oh No! I Gave the Love Letter to the Wrong Male God CEO'."
Zhang Yan's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded: "I remember, that drama was really well-made and the data was particularly good. You said this is the hit project from 'Ordinary Folks Culture Media' that our [Nebula International Group] plans to acquire next."
Back when she and Wen Ruan were handing over work in Shen City, Wen Ruan personally took her through the group's future expansion plans, specifically highlighting this dark horse short drama company.
"Yes, good memory." Wen Ruan praised and patted Xu Qing's back, "Let me formally introduce, this is the gold medal screenwriter of that drama, Xu Qing. At the same time, she's also an original shareholder of Ordinary Folks. Of course, after the acquisition is completely finalized, she'll become a shareholder of our [Nebula International Group]."
"Ah?" Zhang Yan's eyes instantly widened, her gaze toward Xu Qing filled with admiration.
For someone who loved literature and writing like her, the profession of "screenwriter" itself carried a certain halo.
Not to mention being the screenwriter who wrote such a hit drama and a future shareholder of the company.
She quickly placed the little Snowball in her arms on the sofa, hurried forward, and bowed slightly to Xu Qing.
"Teacher Xu! Hello, I, I'm Zhang Yan, an employee from the Content Ecology Cooperation Department of the Yangcheng branch of [Nebula International Group]."
"......"
Xu Qing was originally sulking and preparing to be difficult.
But seeing the other's respectful attitude and being addressed as "Teacher Xu," her proud vanity was instantly greatly satisfied.
"Hello hello, nice to meet you, just call me Qingqing. That drama... it's okay, I just wrote it casually. My next drama 'Please, Miss!' has already started filming and is expected to release next month."
Although she tried hard to act cool, her uncontrollably upturned corners of the mouth still revealed her current pride.
Wen Ruan looked at these two younger sisters who broke the ice in one second and smiled with satisfaction.
She stretched out her arms, embracing both left and right, intimately holding their shoulders, and winked provocatively at the playboy Tang Song.
She continued: "From now on, we'll all be colleagues. Qingqing will soon join the headquarters business group of Nebula International Group. Yanyan, you should communicate and interact more with her regarding content cooperation in the future. I believe you two will become very good friends."
Zhang Yan shyly said "Mm" and nodded vigorously.
Xu Qing, however, immediately detected something unusual in these words. Her gaze turned alertly toward Tang Song who was standing there silently.
Sure enough! She guessed right again!
This seemingly gentle, harmless, pretty girl was definitely one of Little Song's "wings" too!
But—
Xu Qing glanced again at Zhang Yan's kind eyes and relaxed inside.
The good news was, this wing was very gentle, much safer compared to people like Little Xue, Xiao Jing, Little Ruan, and others.
Having figured this out, Xu Qing's mood instantly relaxed, and she even felt like playing with Little Snowball.
The three women gathered together, chatting about work, short dramas, and cats.
The atmosphere was surprisingly very harmonious.
Instead, Tang Song, the only male lead, was completely marginalized at this moment.
Wen Ruan and Xu Qing hardly responded to his words. When he occasionally tried to interject, Wen Ruan would shut him down with a "shut up" look.
Although Zhang Yan felt a bit sorry for him, under the powerful aura of "three women creating a drama," she didn't dare say much.
She just kept looking at him gently, worried that he might feel neglected and awkward.
She actually understood in her heart.
In her view, Sister Wen Ruan was definitely still angry about being spanked by Tang Song.
Just thinking about Sister Wen Ruan's accusations in the living room.
Her heartbeat uncontrollably sped up a bit.
She couldn't help but sneak a glance at Tang Song's long, elegant hands.
He... why would he have such... strange preferences?
If he wanted to spank me? What should... should I do?
Right at that moment, Tang Song's gaze happened to look over, giving her a gentle, reassuring smile.
Zhang Yan's face "blazed" red again, and she quickly lowered her head.
......
The doorbell rang, and the luxurious lunch from [Private Banquet Mansion] was delivered on time.
The four of them took their seats around the huge walnut dining table.
Tang Song and Zhang Yan sat on one side, while Wen Ruan and Xu Qing sat opposite them.
Under the big sister's high emotional intelligence guidance, the atmosphere at the table quickly warmed up.
The three girls chattered away, from newly released short dramas to gossip about internet-famous shops, then to Little Snowball's feeding methods, with constant laughter.
Even the introverted Zhang Yan gradually opened up in such a relaxed and happy atmosphere.
A bright smile remained on her face the whole time.
Wen Ruan fully displayed her hostess demeanor, continuously serving dishes and adding soup for the two younger sisters, taking care of them meticulously.
Looking at this scene, the neglected Tang Song secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He gradually understood Wen Ruan's intention.
Actually, in front of Zhang Yan, he always had an "idol image to maintain."
After all, being secretly admired for over ten years by this pure middle school deskmate with an almost worship-like attitude, he really didn't want the perfect image in her heart to shatter too quickly.
So in front of her, he always subconsciously played the role of a somewhat innocent, gentle first love.
But he also knew that she would eventually come into contact with some things.
Like the various "wings" around him.
That's why he entrusted Zhang Yan to Wen Ruan.
Hoping that through the big sister as a buffer, she could gradually accept this less-than-perfect reality in the gentlest, most natural way.
As he expected, the big sister was doing perfectly in this regard.
Now, she had even arranged for Qingqing—someone on their side who was not scheming at all, even a bit silly and cute—to come over.
This probably meant she felt it was time for the next step of "desensitization therapy."
Right at that moment.
Under the table, unseen by anyone.
A foot painted with crimson nail polish had somehow reached his calf.
Through the thin fabric of his suit pants, the nimble toes sometimes lightly traced patterns on his calf, while the instep other times pressed and rubbed with moderate pressure.
Tang Song's eye corner twitched slightly, and he immediately made eye signals to the big sister.
But what met him were Wen Ruan's peach blossom eyes filled with mischief and teasing.
In front of his innocent female deskmate.
Tang Song didn't dare to make any obvious overreactions, so he could only sit stiffly, allowing the big sister to do as she pleased under the table.
Clearly, the big sister had this particular quirk.
Previously, when he chatted with Bai Yueguang, she would become particularly excited and proactive.
Now, in front of Xu Qing and Zhang Yan, she was even more unrestrained.
She seemed to really enjoy the feeling of NTR in front of others.
Completely lawless!
Tang Song gritted his teeth, even fine beads of sweat appearing on his temples.
That suppressed fire burned throughout his body, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Beside him, Zhang Yan saw her beloved Tang Song sitting alone to the side, "awkwardly" eating plain rice with a distracted look.
Thinking he was hurt by Sister Wen Ruan's "cold violence."
Her heart ached for him, and she bit her lip.
Hesitating for a moment, she mustered her courage and picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.
Carefully placing it into Tang Song's bowl, she said softly, "You, you should eat more, this is really delicious."
"Uh..." Tang Song immediately collected himself, a gentle smile appearing on his face.
He also picked up a piece and put it in her bowl, "You eat more too, you're too thin now, you should eat more meat in the future."
"Mm." Zhang Yan obediently nodded.
Just as they were exchanging food.
Across from them, Wen Ruan and Xu Qing, who had been chattering away, gradually stopped talking.
Two meaningful gazes simultaneously fell upon them.
Zhang Yan's cheeks instantly "blazed" red, and her hand holding the chopsticks didn't know where to put them.
"Aiyo~" Wen Ruan drew out her tone, saying sarcastically, "Our Yanyan is so caring, how nice."
"No... Sister Wen Ruan... I'm sorry..."
Zhang Yan's cheeks instantly "blazed" red, apologizing in a fluster.
Wen Ruan didn't look at her anymore, instead turning to Tang Song. Under the table, her foot slowly moved upward, full of threat.
Tang Song took a deep breath, first picked up a piece of ribs, then picked up a piece of abalone, and personally delivered them to the big sister's bowl.
"Ruanruan, you eat too."
Wen Ruan "hmph"ed, contentedly withdrew her mischievous foot and didn't say anything more.
The small crisis at the dining table was thus resolved.
After a moment.
Miss Xu Qing beside them, seeing that Tang Song showed no intention of serving her, directly "smacked" her chopsticks heavily on the table.
She puffed out her cheeks, her pitch-black big eyes staring straight at him.
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Serve me! I want some too!
That's my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs!
Why do they all have some but not me?
Damn Little Song, aren't you just bullying honest people?!
The three people at the table simultaneously looked at Xu Qing.
Wen Ruan had a look of watching a good show, while Zhang Yan looked somewhat worried and confused.
Tang Song sighed helplessly, raised his chopsticks again, and placed the largest piece of ribs into her bowl: "Qingqing, eat more too, don't just focus on talking."
"Hmph hmph~" Xu Qing imitated the big sister's manner, proudly twisting her little butt.
But because she used too much force, the chair even shook a bit. It had no lethality whatsoever and instead looked particularly comical.
Watching this bizarre yet somehow harmonious scene.
Zhang Yan was stunned, feeling like something in her mind had been gently bumped.
She looked seriously again at Xu Qing, who was proudly eating the ribs.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and silently shoveled rice into her mouth.
Her feelings were very complicated.
In her heart, Tang Song had always been that passionate, upright, kind, and brilliant youth.
Actually, she had long known that after so many years apart.
This former good friend, middle school deskmate, must have undergone many changes unknown to her.
She had made all the mental preparations for their "reunion."
Even after later learning about his unclear relationship with Sister Wen Ruan, she subconsciously chose to ignore it.
After all, in her self-positioning, she was just a little thief who took advantage of an opportunity.
In front of the insurmountable mountain that was Liu Qingning, she had no right to question or argue.
She was just greedy for this warmth, like a sunflower, carefully absorbing light and heat at the edge of his world.
But she had never thought... never thought that he might be even more excessive than she imagined.
Inevitable panic and timidity arose in her heart.
She glanced at Tang Song's profile with her peripheral vision.
But in her mind, the image from last night on the snow-covered balcony appeared again—that extremely gentle figure playing the piano just for her.
Her gaze gradually softened, and her tense body slowly relaxed.
It's okay.
She said to herself in her heart.
.......
Lunch ended in a peculiar atmosphere.
"Alright, full and satisfied." Wen Ruan stretched lazily, her exaggerated hourglass figure curves fully displayed, "Tang Song, I'll leave this to you. Clean up the dishes and utensils, and tidy the kitchen. No one is allowed to help him! Later, cut us a plate of fruit and bring it in!"
"Ah..." Zhang Yan stood up, wanting to say something.
"Yanyan, Qingqing, come, let's go feed the cat and check out my newly arrived aromatherapy."
Wen Ruan pulled the two of them outside without further discussion.
Tang Song watched their retreating figures helplessly and began cleaning up the aftermath.
A moment later, just as he had put the dishes into the dishwasher.
The sound of "click-clack" footsteps returned.
Wen Ruan leaned lazily against the kitchen island, her peach blossom eyes full of mockery, "Yo, our dear President Tang, how does it feel serving three women at once? Tired or not?"
"Pretty good, not tired."
"Hehe, this is only three." She licked her red lips, "As far as I know, the number of female confidantes around our President Tang is far more than this."
Tang Song wiped the water off his hands without speaking, simply stepping forward directly, trapping her whole person between the cold island counter and his burning chest.
He lowered his head, breathing in the mixed perfume and body scent, the mature and alluring fragrance on her.
Feeling the big sister's hourglass figure, he kissed her fiercely.
Letting out a satisfied sigh.
Wen Ruan let out a low gasp and began to struggle, but was no match for him.
A long time later, their lips parted.
Wen Ruan's cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was somewhat rapid.
She raised those misty eyes, looked at him, and provoked in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Yan is right in the living room, want to do something in front of your pure little white rabbit? I have no objections, hehe."
Tang Song gripped the big sister's incredibly elastic peach-shaped buttocks, lowering his voice: "You little **, come with me."
Hearing his trash talk, Wen Ruan wasn't angry but instead smiled, raising her hand to hook around his neck, "I'm actually helping you. Otherwise, with your Yanyan's personality, if she suddenly discovers your true nature one day, she might break down on the spot."
Tang Song's expression froze, and he said awkwardly: "Thank you, sister."
"What's the use of just saying thank you?" Wen Ruan rolled her eyes at him, suddenly pointing to the ground.
"What?"
Wen Ruan's eyes became seductive and full of aggression, using her fair fingers, she gently tapped Tang Song's attractive lips.
Silently mouthing the words: "Squat down."
Seeing this rebellious big sister, Tang Song's body instantly tensed.
"Smack—"
Another heavy slapping sound rang out.
Wen Ruan winced in pain, her snow-white cheeks flushing with a captivating blush, but she smiled even more seductively, "What? Angry already? Our respected President Tang, you haven't said this to me fewer times normally, right?"
Tang Song took a deep breath, pinching her smooth chin, "Squat down!"
"Hehe, not afraid of your little white rabbit seeing your true nature now?"
Tang Song's thumb rubbed heavily against her full lips, his voice deep and dangerous, "I'll say it again, squat down!"
Wen Ruan bit her red lip, reached out her finger, provocatively traced his rolling Adam's apple, "Why should I listen to you? Do you think I'm... Xiao Jing?"
"Do you believe I can make you unable to go to the Imperial Capital this afternoon, only lying in bed, having your younger sisters come visit you?"
Wen Ruan's heart suddenly jumped, and she pressed her legs together.
Feeling inexplicably a bit excited.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow and didn't waste any more words.
A series of rustling sounds came from the kitchen, as if searching for items.
....
A long time later.
The domineering big sister had already disappeared without a trace.
In the living room, the clear laughter of Zhang Yan and Xu Qing playing with the cat could still be heard from time to time.
Tang Song leaned alone against the island counter, lowering his head to drink ice water, his Adam's apple rolling as he tried to suppress his rapid, disordered breathing.