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Chapter 637 A Night in Early Winter
Liu Xuemin and Zhang Yunlan sat there, stunned, for a long time.

Although they had long heard that Tang Song had made money through live streaming and knew that his daughter had switched jobs to a big company, they never imagined it would reach such an exaggerated level!

After the parents had processed the news a little, they realized what had happened.

Liu Qingning took out her phone, opened a screenshot of last month's payslip, and handed it to her parents.

The two of them gasped as they stared at the string of glaring zeros.

Liu Xuemin was just an ordinary accountant, and Zhang Yunlan did not have a formal job.

The daughter earns more in a month than they have saved up for their entire lives.

This real yet magical impact left their minds somewhat blank.

It wasn't until the phone was removed that I came to my senses a little.

Zhang Yunlan nudged Liu Xuemin beside her, "Quickly, go and cut another fruit platter."

Zhou Hao and his group had already eaten there when they came before.

"No need, Auntie, don't bother."

"No way, you wait here, I'll go chop it." Liu Xuemin also hurriedly walked towards the kitchen.

Since Tang Song was visiting their home for the first time as their daughter's boyfriend, they naturally couldn't be neglected.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually became warmer.

After all, they were old neighbors in the same town, and when they talked about the past, there was no sense of distance between them.

After chatting for a while...

Liu Qingning gently patted Tang Song's arm and stood up from the sofa.

A hint of weariness appeared on his face: "Dad, Mom, we just got back from out of town and we're a little tired. Let's go to our room and rest for a while."

"Go ahead, go ahead," Zhang Yunlan said, beaming from ear to ear and waving her hands repeatedly.

Immediately, Liu Qingning winked at Tang Song and led him into the inner bedroom.

"Click——"

The bedroom door was gently closed, instantly shutting out the expectant gazes of her parents from the living room outside.

A familiar and private quiet space, belonging only to the two of them, quietly formed.

This is still that familiar little bedroom.

Pink curtains, mahogany wardrobe.

On the desk, professional books were still neatly stacked; on the wall, several celebrity posters were pasted; in the air, there was a faint, unique scent mixed with the aroma of books.

Everything was almost exactly as Tang and Song remembered it.

Standing in this room, he felt a strange, unprecedented feeling welling up inside him.

He had been here many times.

However, they usually sneaked in when Bai Yueguang's parents weren't home.

Each time, it was accompanied by tension, excitement, and the thrill of tasting forbidden fruit.

At that time, he would sit awkwardly in the chair, while Liu Qingning sat on the bed.

The delicate fragrance of the girl's body, as I recall it, seems to remain deeply imprinted in my mind.
That past, secretive, ambiguous feeling that belonged to adolescence.

Now, it has finally settled into an intimate relationship that can be openly and legitimately presented in the sunlight.

Tang Song's gaze slowly swept across the room.

Finally, the focus was on the corkboard wall in front of the desk, on the photo in the very center.

Slightly lost in thought.

In the photo, Bai Yueguang is wearing a thick down jacket, with a playful high ponytail, and is facing the camera.

That was 16-year-old Liu Qingning.

At that time, she still had baby fat on her face.

Her skin was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it, and her big, round eyes were crystal clear, without any impurities.

Her entire appearance exudes a natural, unguarded youthfulness.

It's as cute as a little rabbit that stepped out of a fairy tale.

That was during the winter break of my first year of high school.

Their relationship, after a whole semester of development, had become very good.

That day, Jing County was hit by a rare heavy snowfall.

Tang Song squeezed onto a bus for a long time before finally arriving in the county town.

In the small park next to the mining community, they built a crooked, somewhat ugly snowman.

Liu Qingning excitedly took out her family's digital camera from her pocket, shoved it into his hand, and asked him to take a picture of her with her "masterpiece".

Just as she struck her pose, the heavy snow on the branches fell down with a "whoosh".

It hit her perfectly, right on her high ponytail, scattering snowflakes everywhere.

The Tang and Song dynasties captured this scene forever.

He remembered laughing at her for a long time back then.

Enraged, the white moonlight "chased" her for quite a while in the snow.

The snow was very white that day, and her smile was especially sweet.

It also started from that day.

Their relationship truly broke through, entering a period of intimacy and ambiguous ambiguity.

Later, he asked Liu Qingning for the photo, but she said it was taken in a very awkward way and had already been deleted.

Seeing this again now has deeply moved me once more.

"What are you daydreaming about, you idiot?"

He was lightly tapped on the head, which brought him back to reality.

Tang Song turned around and saw Bai Yueguang standing there beautifully, smiling like a flower.

Today, she happened to be wearing the same high ponytail as in the photo.

Her jet-black hair fell on both sides of her face, making her fair oval face even more lovely and charming.

Time seemed to overlap at this moment.

The pristine 16-year-old girl in the photo and the woman before us, who has shed her naivety but remains beautiful, slowly merge into one.

Tang Song stepped forward, reached out, and hugged her tightly, greedily inhaling her familiar fragrance.

I made up for the words I didn't dare to say ten years ago.

"I like you, Lime."

Liu Qingning's body stiffened slightly, then gradually softened.

A wave of emotion surged within me.

Immediately afterwards, her lips were suddenly pressed tightly together, and her jaw was gently bitten open.

An indescribable thrill, like a powerful electric current, instantly coursed through my entire body!
Liu Qingning's cheeks flushed bright red instantly.

She instinctively placed her hand on his firm chest, as if she wanted to say something.

However, Tang Song's kiss became even more forceful.

Liu Qingning felt her mind go blank and she felt dizzy. In the end, she could only give up all resistance, slowly close her eyes, and succumb to it.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Tang Song's hands began to wander, slowly sliding down her slender waistline and into her loose, soft sweater.

Through a thin undershirt, I could clearly feel the smooth and warm skin.

Then came the sudden expansion in scale.

"what……"

Liu Qingning's body trembled violently, instantly waking her from her daze.

"Hey! You...you better not do anything like this!" she whispered, both embarrassed and anxious. "This is my house, and my parents are still outside! This old house isn't very soundproof!"

Tang Song did not pull his hand away, but looked at Bai Yueguang's shy and cute face and applied a little force.

"Hey! Stop!"

"Qingning, don't move around." Tang Song's voice was tinged with laughter. "Let me check if you've lost weight recently."

Standing in this familiar environment filled with ambiguous memories, and looking at the face that had once haunted his dreams, Tang Song was completely unable to control himself.

Because Liu Xuemin and his wife were right outside the door, Liu Qingning didn't dare to shout loudly, so she could only blush and push and shove him in resistance.

But they were no match for the Tang and Song dynasties.

...

More than ten minutes later, the door opened.

The two walked out of the bedroom one after the other.

Liu Qingning's face was still rosy, and her lips looked particularly full and moist, but she did not show any displeasure.

Tang Song looked refreshed and said with a smile, "Uncle, Aunt, it's getting late, I should go back too. I haven't been home to see my parents yet."

"Okay, then be careful on your way." Zhang Yunlan stood up and said warmly, "By the way, tomorrow is Qingning's birthday. Why don't you come over for lunch?"

"Okay, I'll definitely come tomorrow. It's just... I have a big appetite right now, so Auntie, you'll have to steam a lot more rice."

"Haha, no problem! I'll have your Uncle Liu make his best braised pork, and there'll be plenty!"

After a warm farewell.

The family of three escorted Tang Song all the way to the entrance of the building, watching the Rolls-Royce Phantom disappear around the corner into the night.

Liu Xuemin and Zhang Yunlan both breathed a sigh of relief, their faces still showing a hint of unreality.

Liu Qingning looked away and gazed at her parents beside her.

Suddenly, he said, "Dad, it's time to replace your Changan that you've been driving for almost ten years. I'll transfer some money to you later so you can buy a new one; it'll be safer that way."

She turned around and looked at the old building with its mottled walls, and continued, "And this house of ours is over thirty years old, it's time to replace it. I think the Yun Jing Tai of the Tang Song family is quite nice."

She didn't tell her parents about the more than three million yuan she received when she left Century Wisdom.

The original plan was to use the money to buy a house in Yancheng with Tang Song, and then claim to the outside world that the house was paid for by Tang Song.

Nowadays, there is naturally no need for that.

Moreover, as the head of Qingmi AI, the general manager of this top unicorn subsidiary, her salary is more than enough to easily improve her parents' lives.

Incidentally, the most important thing is to get them to live in the same neighborhood as the Tang and Song families and cultivate a good relationship with them.

Upon hearing their daughter's words, Liu Xuemin and Zhang Yunlan exchanged a glance.

After a moment of silence, he slowly nodded and said, "Okay, then we'll go take a look in the next few days."

In fact, ever since their daughter graduated from university and started her own business, they have made it a habit to ask for her opinion on all matters, big and small, first.

This daughter has always been more opinionated than them since she was little, and she always makes the right choices.

……

Inside a Rolls-Royce Phantom in motion.

"Okay, Mom, I'll be home soon... Okay, I know..."

I hung up the phone after my mother called to inquire.

Tang Song closed his eyes, leaned back in the soft back seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, and let out a long breath.

The car was quiet and warm, completely shutting out the chill of early winter outside the window.

Even with his current mindset, he still felt a mix of excitement and nervousness when he visited Liu Qingning's parents for the first time as her boyfriend.

After all, in the past, when facing Liu Xuemin and his wife, she always referred to herself as Liu Qingning's classmate and often had to avoid them.

He slowly opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

Then, the system interface is opened.

Upon entering the system warehouse, I focused my attention on the card that emitted a faint red glow.

[Enterprise Opportunity Card]: After use, Songmei Apparel will receive a special opportunity event to help the company develop faster.

[Note 1: A specific full-time employee must be selected as the event triggerer.] [Note 2: The event trigger must be reasonable and requires a certain waiting time.]

Without hesitation, I selected the "Business Opportunity Card" and used it immediately.

The light screen shifted, and portraits of more than a dozen employees appeared on the interface.

Simple information annotations are also being added below.

Vice President - Gao Mengting, sense of belonging to the company: 100;

Host - He Liting, sense of belonging to the company: 100;

Visual Designer - Cheng Qiuqiu, Sense of Company Belonging: 100;

Fashion designer Yao Lingling, sense of belonging to the company: 100;

Cost Accountant - Sun Youguang, Sense of Belonging to the Company: 100;

...

[Note: This "Enterprise Opportunity Card" can be used if the sense of belonging exceeds 95.]

Unlike the previous card, the requirements this time were significantly higher, with fewer than twenty "die-hard" employees meeting the criteria.

Those who can reach the maximum score of 100 are basically core members who have a vested interest or emotional connection with the company.

Last time, he chose "anchor-He Liting", which led to the phenomenal success of the "He Yiyi" IP.

However, the IP has now been established.

However, a well-established and healthy company should never place all its hopes and leverage on a single streamer.

This is one of the reasons why Gao Mengting personally participated in Li Qingya's live stream.

The goal is to reduce risk and expand the business in multiple areas.

Tang Song's gaze slowly swept across several character illustrations, finally settling on the vibrant smiling face of [Fashion Designer - Yao Lingling].

In fact, he had already analyzed the situation and had a candidate in mind on his way from Yancheng.

With his current wealth and resources, the development of [Songmei Apparel] is basically going smoothly.

The biggest bottleneck right now is actually the growth rate of the new brand 【HEYI STUDIO】.

A brand that can truly resonate with people requires a long period of operation and development.

If you want to achieve rapid results, you need a decisive, symbolic "trigger point".

The junior student in charge of the clothing design team is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

Click on the character portrait.

The event trigger has been selected as "Fashion Designer - Yao Lingling".

[Opportunity event is being generated... Please wait patiently]

[Related to this incident: Songmei Apparel, Yao Lingling, social media, idol stars...]

Looking at the keywords of the event, Tang Song's eyebrows rose slightly.

It's very similar to last time. Could it be that... Lingling is going to run into some celebrity again?
After a moment of thought, the light screen slowly dissipated.

Tang Song looked up and saw the familiar, brightly lit Yun Jingtai residential area outside the window.

Got home.

……

Shanghai, Green Lake World.

Su Yu, dressed in a simple bathrobe, leaned lightly against the recliner, her skin glowing with a misty whiteness under the cool light.

Between her slender fingers, she gently swirled the crimson wine, a faint sadness lingering in her cool amber eyes.

"Da da da--"

Soft footsteps approached.

"Feeling unwell again?" Mo Xiangwan's voice sounded behind her, tinged with helplessness and heartache.

"No, I was just spacing out."

"Next month is your birthday," Mo Xiangwan walked to her side, looking out the window, "This year... it should be different, right?"

Su Yu tilted her head back and drank the rest of the wine in her glass in one gulp, a self-deprecating smile curving her lips: "I don't dare to hope to be compared to Liu Qingning. As long as... he can spend some time with me, that will be enough."

For her, every birthday since 2018 has been a form of torture.

Because Tang Song's sudden and unexpected "abandonment" began on her birthday.

From then on, although he celebrated her birthday every year, he always entrusted Kim Mi-so to prepare the gifts.

The gifts, though valuable, were also unusually cold, like a kind of formulaic compensation.

“Your drinking habit is too strong.” Mo Xiangwan took the empty glass from her hand and sat down opposite her. “Tang Song would be unhappy if he knew.”

“I know,” Su Yu said softly, “but… I can’t control myself.”

Mo Xiangwan sighed, her gaze filled with pity as she looked at her.

Over the past few years, no one has understood better than her how much suffering Su Yu has endured.

If she weren't afraid of damaging her skin and disgusting Tang Song, she probably would have harmed herself.

In her most extreme case, she even planned to fabricate scandals and contact other men, hoping to ruin her image and career in order to regain Tang Song's attention.

However, this impulsive act first provoked Jin Meixiao's fury.

Through capital operations, Smile Holdings forcefully gained a seat on Tangzong's board of directors.

Kim Mi-so even flew to Shanghai herself and said many threatening and sarcastic things to her.

It was from that time that Su Yu and Jin Meixiao completely broke off their relationship.

“Professor Wang Chang has already made arrangements,” Mo Xiangwan changed the subject. “It’s quite strange, she’s been particularly proactive this time. It’s probably because the ‘Xuanji Light Realm’ project is really attractive to someone like her who is so dedicated to scientific research.”

"Yes, thank you, Sister Xiang Wan." Su Yu nodded, then gave a self-deprecating laugh, "Just the 'Xuanji Light Realm' project alone, once it develops, its valuation will be more than ten times that of Tangzong Entertainment, not to mention [Qingning Technology], which represents the future. He's really good to her..."

“If the Tang Jin family office’s pan-entertainment plan can be successfully implemented, Tangzong Entertainment may not be without a chance,” Mo Xiangwan comforted. “Our next core focus is the deep integration of ‘technology + entertainment’, AIGC, virtual idols, metaverse… these are the future.”

Su Yu didn't speak. She knew these were all facts, but they still sounded weak.

Compared to tech giants like [Qingning Technology], which are destined to become world-class top companies.

Tang Zong's entertainment value in Tang Song's heart was probably very small.

She was indeed jealous of Liu Qingning, to the point of madness.

Silence fell over the room.

"Ding-dong—" The phone's notification sound broke the silence.

Su Yu glanced at the phone on the table, sat up slightly, picked it up, and unlocked the screen.

A private message popped up.

[Yao Yao Ling: "Hello, Su Yu's April. I'm happy to inform you that your suggestion has been adopted by the official team after a vote by netizens. Please add my WeChat *****."]

"What's wrong?" Mo Xiangwan asked curiously.

A smug, girlish smile spread across Su Yu's face. "The Chinese name I suggested for Tang Song's [HEYI STUDIO], '合衣' (He Yi), on Xiaohongshu has been officially adopted after a vote by all the fans! From now on, the brand will be called '合衣'!"

"Hehe." Mo Xiangwan was both amused and exasperated. "I really don't know where you got the time to participate in this kind of fan co-creation activity."

“You don’t understand.” Su Yu raised her head and said, “Next, as the ‘namer,’ I will get to try out the entire series of clothing for free, and the designer will also customize it according to my body data, and then Tang Song will personally deliver it to me.”

“…Fine, you win.” Mo Xiangwan was completely speechless.

Su Yu smiled and switched to her alternate account, adding "Yao Yao Ling" as a friend.

They started chatting.

The smile on his lips grew wider and wider.

After a long time.

A thought struck her, and she suddenly laughed, saying to herself, "Sister Xiang Wan, don't you think it would be interesting if I appeared in front of the media wearing a [perfect] outfit?"

"This..." Mo Xiang-wan sighed softly and quickly dissuaded him, "This might disrupt President Tang's business plans, it's better not to..."

"No! I want it!" Su Yu stood up, her hair fluttering in the wind, looking as graceful as a fairy. "If he's got the guts, let him come over and lecture me to my face. I'm definitely going to sleep with him this time! I'll even take pictures and send them to Jin Meixiao!"

Mo Xiangwan: (;)?

……

At 11:55 p.m., all was quiet.

Tang Song lay on the bed in Yun Jingtai's bedroom, but did not fall asleep.

On the phone screen, in the WeChat chat box, was a pre-written birthday greeting.

Sending birthday wishes immediately on the day of your birthday.

This can be considered a long-standing tradition between them.

"Buzzing—"

My phone suddenly started vibrating.

【Lime】

Tang Song answered the phone with a smile, "Still not asleep?"

"No, guess where I am right now?" Liu Qingning's playful voice came through the receiver, with a faint sound of wind in the background.

Tang Song was taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at the pitch-black night outside the window. "You're outside? Wait... could it be... at Yun Jing Terrace?"

A clear, melodious laugh came from the other end of the phone.

"What a clever young man!" Her voice carried a hint of coquettish grievance. "It's almost midnight, I'll wait for you here at the South Gate... It's so cold, come out quickly."

"I'll go down right away!"

Tang Song jumped up from the bed instantly.

Without thinking twice, I grabbed a thick cotton-padded coat from the hanger, put on my sneakers, and strode out.

The elevator stopped on the first floor.

The unit door was pushed open, and a cold night wind rushed in instantly.

In the quiet neighborhood in the early hours of the morning, hurried footsteps echoed in the empty space.

Occasionally, the crunching sound of fallen leaves being crushed could be heard.

The neatly trimmed landscape trees whizzed by.

The light and shadow of the streetlights stretched his shadow, shortened it, and stretched it again.

I ran through the deserted green belt and out of the community gate.

The hurried footsteps gradually came to a stop.

Tang Song's gaze swept across the empty street ahead and settled on that figure.

The early winter night was bitterly cold.

The streetlights at the entrance of the residential area cast warm, hazy halos of light behind her.

She was wearing the same light green and pink down jacket that he had seen in the photo in her room.

It just looks much older after years of wear and tear.

In fact, for families with average means, it is quite normal to wear a down jacket for several years.

In addition, Liu Qingning's height has not increased since high school, so the clothes still fit her perfectly.

She stood there, her little face flushed red from the cold, and the tip of her nose also glowing with a lovely red.

Her cute twin ponytails swayed gently in the wind, making her look much younger.

Upon seeing him appear, Bai Yueguang's bright eyes, which shone in the night, instantly curved into two beautiful crescent moons.

"Tang and Song Dynasties!"

She waved her arm and then ran straight toward him.

Even her slightly bulky down jacket couldn't hide her girlish lightness and joy at that moment.

Tang Song's gaze was slightly unfocused.

It felt like I had returned to a familiar winter from my memory.

(End of this chapter)