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Chapter 639 Birthday Gift
In the quiet living room.

All that remained were the faint sounds of traffic outside the window and the amplified, rapid breathing of the three people.

Cold sweat was slowly seeping from Xu Qing's forehead.

She was not surprised at all that Tang Song had other women, and she had already prepared herself mentally.

But she didn't expect that Xiao A, Yao Lingling, was also one!

Oh wait, there's also a cool, aloof girl with a large penis next to her, so the two of them are quite competitive.

Of course, the key issue is... the boast I just made still seems to echo in the air.

The person he's bragging to is actually one of his own?!

It was a scene of utter social annihilation.

This is too embarrassing!

Xu Qing forced a stiff, fake smile and asked in a low voice, "Lingling...you...you know Tang Song?"

Still in a daze, Yao Lingling raised her head and looked at her senior, Xu Qing, opposite her. "I know him. He's senior Tang Song... and he's my boss at work now."

Xu Qing was instantly confused: "What?! Don't you work at Shangya Fashion Design?"

o_O?

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, senior, that I resigned a while ago and I no longer work at the Yuhua Business Building."

"So where do you work now?"

"Songmei Apparel, still doing clothing design."

"This...is great...hahaha—"

Yeah—haha—

The air fell silent once more.

The awkward atmosphere was so thick it was almost impossible to break.

Xu Qing lowered her head deeply, her hands unconsciously twisting together, her cheeks burning red.

She's been getting a bit carried away lately, often arriving late or leaving early. Whenever she has free time, she goes to the Yannan Short Drama Base to give orders as a "producer," and spends very little time at the company.

Naturally, they didn't notice that Yao Lingling was not there.

I never expected such a dramatic and unexpected bombshell.

Ｏ(≧口≦)O

The usually cheerful and outgoing Yao Lingling became flustered at this moment, her mind a jumble of thoughts.

Just then, Cheng Qiuqiu, who was standing to the side, suddenly looked up.

She asked, "Sister Qing, when did you and Mr. Tang... Mr. Tang get together?"

"Ah!" Xu Qing's hair stood on end. She rubbed her hands together and looked away, saying, "It must have been more than half a year."

(ω)! Is this a love rival testing me?

I never imagined that on such an ordinary morning, I, Miss Xu Qing, would be passively drawn into a 'palace intrigue'!
The problem is, I'm all alone now, but there are two of them on the other side.

It's somewhat like "one tree cannot support the whole tree".

She glanced at Cheng Qiuqiu's large breasts across from her and thought they were even more prominent than her best friend's.

He then looked at Yao Lingling, his dark eyes darting around.

But let's look at it another way.

If Yao Lingling is also a wing of the Tang and Song dynasties, then I am not the youngest one!
Before, Lin Muxue, Xiao Jing, Wen Ruan, and a bunch of others all suppressed her. Now that Xiao A Lingling has jumped out, it might not be a bad thing!

Thinking of this, Xu Qing puffed out her small chest, and the tension on her face finally dissipated a little.

After receiving the answer, Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips and stopped speaking.

It's been more than half a year...

Senior student Gao Mengting, the rich and beautiful Tian Jing, and now Xu Qing in front of me.

In other words, the Tang and Song dynasties were simultaneously juggling at least three different paths.

She lowered her head, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

There was both a hint of dark, relieved elation.

She has always considered herself a despicable "other woman".

A wicked woman who betrayed her kind senior and secretly maintained an ambiguous relationship with Tang Song.

The immense guilt was suffocating her.

It made her feel burdened every time she texted or spent time with Tang Song.

She doesn't even dare to directly refute her mother's harsh words on the phone like she used to.

But now she has discovered that things are completely different from what she thought.

Tang Song, he didn't belong to the senior sister alone at all.

I don't seem so "heinous" after all.

There was another moment of silence.

Xu Qing looked up and met Yao Lingling's eyes.

Their eyes met, and they both gave each other an awkward smile.

Xu Qing had no choice but to bite the bullet and start an awkward conversation: "Songmei Clothing is great. Are you two employees of the company?"

"Well, Qiuqiu is a visual designer, and I am a fashion designer. My company was recruited by my senior because we wanted to create our own brand."

"Oh right, I remember that Songmei Apparel's windbreakers are very popular recently, I've seen them on social media many times."

"Mmm!" Seemingly having finally found a familiar topic, Yao Lingling breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straighter. "That windbreaker, I designed it."

Seemingly having finally found a topic to talk about, Xu Qing breathed a sigh of relief and sat up straighter.

The two immediately began a heated but ultimately pointless discussion about "windbreakers."

Cheng Qiuqiu sat there quietly, without saying a word, appearing unusually indifferent.

The light in the living room grew brighter and brighter, and the awkward conversation finally reached a point where it couldn't continue.

Yao Lingling took the initiative to bring the conversation back on track, "Senior, about the house...when would be a convenient time for us to sign the contract?"

Xu Qing's eyes darted around, and she stood up. "Lingling, come with me for a moment. I've prepared a contract; please take a look."

"okay!"

Yao Lingling quickly got up and followed Xu Qing to the second bedroom.

The door closed gently.

To keep Cheng Qiuqiu out of sight.

Xu Qing took a deep breath and said bluntly, "Lingling, I've thought about it, and we don't need to sign a contract. We're all family here, so there's no need for all that trouble. I'll move tomorrow, and I'll give you the keys right away after I'm done."

"Oh? We're not signing a contract? Okay, I'll transfer the rent and deposit to you tomorrow." Yao Lingling nodded quickly. After all, she was Tang Song's official girlfriend, so she didn't doubt that he would lie to her.

Xu Qing, adopting a boss-like, pretentious attitude, said, "Forget about the money. Consider the remaining three and a half months of rent a gift from your senior."

"Ah?! No, no!" Yao Lingling hurriedly waved her hands.

She had indeed tried to get closer to him to see if she could get some discounts, but this was too much.

Three and a half months' rent, that's more than ten thousand yuan!
"It's nothing, it's no big deal to me." Xu Qing changed the subject and whispered, "It's just... about what I said before, about Tang Song... cough, about his crush on me, you absolutely mustn't tell anyone else. He's shy and cares a lot about his image, hehe, you know what I mean."

Yao Lingling instantly realized that her senior was offering her "hush money."

"But...senior..."

"Alright, it's decided then." Xu Qing tentatively asked, "Lingling, your relationship with Tang Song... is pretty good, right?"

Yao Lingling's face flushed red instantly, and she quickly explained, "Senior, don't misunderstand. We've known each other for a long time and are friends. I joined the company later."

Looking at her shy, innocent, and non-threatening appearance, Xu Qing instantly understood.

His whole body started shaking again.

So it hasn't come to that point yet!

So, it's just a small dish.

However, Lingling is a pretty good person, optimistic and cheerful, and most importantly, she has small breasts.

In the novel "Walked into the Wrong Room and Picked Up a Domineering CEO", Yao Lingling was renamed Zhang Lingling and became the female lead's sidekick.

It might not be impossible in reality!
Then, she glanced at Lingling's pert and round buttocks without making a sound, her dark eyes darting around.

Xiao Songzi has been getting a lot of training from the perverted Xiao Jing lately, and he's almost turned into a spanking maniac.

Lingling's buttocks are exceptionally well-endowed.

It would be best to go and beat her up from now on, so that I can escape unscathed.

Hehe乛乛

Xu Qing coughed lightly, forcibly suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her mind, and patted Yao Lingling's shoulder earnestly.

Imitating the character of Xu Yanqing in the novel, he said some words of flattery and admiration.

However, it was clear that because of the tragic "social death" she had just experienced, her words sounded somewhat lacking in confidence.

...

It's around 11am.

Goodbye, Senior Xu Qing.

"Goodbye."

The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out Xu Qing's feigned calm smile.

Yao Lingling and Cheng Qiuqiu went downstairs in silence and walked out of the building entrance.

A wave of dry, cold air, carrying the scent of sunshine and characteristic of early winter, swept over us.

This calmed their somewhat heated minds down a bit.

"Qiuqiu," Yao Lingling spoke first, breaking the silence, "How about we take a walk around the neighborhood? After all, we'll be living here from now on."

Cheng Qiuqiu nodded gently.

The two walked side by side on the stone-paved path in the residential area.

Sunlight filters through the bare branches, casting sparse yet distinct shadows on the ground.

The holly bushes by the roadside were still green, but a thin layer of white frost had formed on their leaves.

The entire neighborhood was quiet and desolate, filled with the languid and tranquil atmosphere unique to early winter.

After walking most of the circle.

Yao Lingling suddenly stopped and turned to ask, "Qiuqiu, I've always had a question: what's the relationship between Senior Tang Song and President Gao?"

Cheng Qiuqiu stopped in her tracks and said in a complicated tone, "Couples."

“This—” Yao Lingling’s throat tightened.

Actually, she had already guessed it.

She's not stupid. Whether it's Gao Mengting, the vice president of the company whose abilities and aura are impeccable, or Wen Ruan, who always exudes charm unintentionally.

She could sense, more or less, that their relationship with Tang and Song was quite unusual.

However, she didn't dare to confirm any of these things.

She never asked Tang Song if he had a girlfriend or a girl he liked.

To put it bluntly, it's pure ostrich mentality.

She preferred to bury her head in the sand and pretend she couldn't see it.

But now, with Xu Qing's appearance, everything has been cruelly exposed.

Of course, more importantly, senior... he really is a "player".

Yao Lingling is naturally optimistic and cheerful, and has very positive values.

I have always deeply despised scumbags and playboys.

But... but when this "scumbag" was Senior Tang Song, she couldn't muster any disgust in her heart.

At the same time, a bold idea popped up uncontrollably.

Since the senior is a jerk, does that mean I don't need to worry too much?

The reason she hadn't fulfilled the wish she made in the bet was largely because she was worried that her request would be too unreasonable and that her senior would refuse or dislike her.

Then I really won't have the face to see him again.

However... if the senior is a scumbag and a player, then there shouldn't be any problem, right?

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling's heart began to race uncontrollably, and her cheeks felt hot.

While she was lost in thought

A hesitant voice suddenly came from beside her: "Lingling...actually...Tang Song is a very good person. There might be a reason why he did this. Please don't tell anyone, okay?"

Yao Lingling was stunned for a moment, not quite able to react.

No… shouldn’t that be my line?
Looking at Qiuqiu, who was always aloof and cold, there was a clear sense of protection and pleading in her eyes.

Yao Lingling seemed to understand something, "Okay, okay."

……

Afternoon, Jing County.

The department store was warm and cozy, with the sweet aroma of the bakery wafting through the air.

Liu Qingning was in an exceptionally good mood.

She tossed the heavy down jacket to Tang Song, wearing only a brightly colored sweater and a pair of tight jeans.

The bright colors and fitted lines accentuated her fiery yet agile figure, making her exceptionally eye-catching.

Among the crowd of passersby who were all bundled up, he stood out like a bright, radiant color.

Tang Song was wearing an ordinary casual cotton-padded jacket, carrying her LV handbag in her left hand and her light green coat in her right.

He patiently followed beside her, a doting smile always on his lips.

Liu Qingning felt as if she had returned to her carefree teenage years.

A moment later, she dragged him into the little ice cream shop he loved most in high school, clamoring to buy a double-scoop strawberry ice cream cone;
A moment later, she excitedly rushed to the claw machine, put her hands on her hips, and solemnly directed Tang Song to help her catch that seemingly dull-looking "Psyduck".

As the two walked out of the mall and returned to the chilly air of early winter.

She now had a plush toy as a prize in her hand.

Tang Song asked with a smile, "Miss, have you had enough fun? Where are you planning to go next?"

"Hmm..." Liu Qingning tilted her head and thought for a moment, "The braised pork and lion's head meatballs from lunch have almost gone down, let's go take a stroll around No. 1 High School. The temperature is nice right now. On the day after tomorrow, the school anniversary, it will definitely be packed with people, and we'll have to deal with the leaders, so we definitely won't have time to stroll around properly."

"Okay, let's go."

soon.

A slightly worn white Yadea electric scooter slowly drove out of the crowded parking area.

Liu Qingning sat sideways in the back seat, her arms tightly wrapped around Tang Song's waist, her cheek gently pressed against his broad, warm back.

When the electric scooter went over the speed bump, it caused a slight jolt, and she instinctively hugged it tighter.

The poplar trees lining both sides of the street had long since lost all their leaves, leaving only straight branches that swayed gently in the afternoon breeze.

As she became more familiar with the roads, her heart began to beat faster without her realizing it.

Liu Qingning raised her head slightly, looking at Tang Song's back, breathing in the long-lost scent on him.

Time seemed to have somehow reversed.

She transformed back into that seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in her blue and white school uniform, sitting in the back seat that, though a bit bumpy, offered her immense comfort.

Laughing as I chased the wind, laughing as I played around with him.

Happiness welled up from the bottom of my heart, like warm spring water.

She squinted, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.

...

Since the school's 50th anniversary celebration is just around the corner, the entire campus has been completely renovated, and with no students attending classes, it appears exceptionally peaceful.

Only a few students wearing red volunteer vests were busy making the final arrangements.

At the entrance to the main road, a huge, bright red archway themed "50th Anniversary of School" rises from the ground, with the school emblem, school motto, and a golden "1973-2023" timeline printed on it.

Both sides were covered with colorful flags and celebratory banners.

Tang Song held Liu Qingning's hand and strolled slowly along the campus path bathed in golden sunlight.

They walked past the little shop where there was always a long queue, past the familiar red-brick school building, past the little pavilion where they had once sheltered from the rain together…

Every corner holds their most vivid memories of their youth.

The evening wind was starting to get a bit chilly.

Liu Qingning tucked her icy hands into her sleeves, tilted her head, and looked at Tang Song's soft profile, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

They playfully recounted those precious memories that belonged only to the two of them.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually enveloped the entire campus in a gentle golden-red halo.

The two arrived at the convenience store again.

Liu Qingning suddenly stopped, tilted her head back, and said like a spoiled little girl, "I want to eat Little Raccoon instant noodles and hawthorn candy."

Tang Song looked at her adorable appearance, smiled, and ruffled her hair. "Wait, I'll go buy it."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the convenience store.

Watching his retreating figure, Liu Qingning's gaze softened considerably.

"Ring ring—" The cell phone suddenly rang.

【Li Gaisu】

He immediately answered the phone, "Hello? Teacher Li."

On the other end of the phone came the gentle voice of homeroom teacher Li Gaisu: "Qingning, happy birthday."

"Thank you, Teacher Li."

"By the way, there's something I need to discuss with you."

"What is it, Teacher Li? Please tell me."

“It’s like this,” Li Gaisu said with some difficulty, “The school received an urgent notice from the county today, saying that the city leaders attach great importance to our school anniversary celebration and that some of the city’s main leaders may come to give guidance. So… the seating arrangements for the anniversary celebration will have to be adjusted temporarily.”

Liu Qingning's heart stirred slightly, as if she had already guessed something.

"Teacher Li, please just say it, it's okay."

Li Gaisu sighed and said, "It's mainly Tang Song's side. Originally, I asked someone to arrange for him to sit in the guest seat behind you. But now the seats are really tight, and each seat is reserved for a specific person, so we have to make do and move some alumni's seats from the guest area to the front row of the viewing area."

Liu Qingning asked directly, "So, Tang Song will be going to the viewing area, right?"

"Yes, this was just announced by the school."

Liu Qingning showed no surprise or anger. "I understand, Teacher Li. Then please, could you also move my seat to the viewing area? I'd like to sit with him."

Tang Song was not originally on the list of "distinguished alumni" invited; she was only included because of her suggestion.

Now that there have been changes, it's understandable that it would be the first to be optimized out.

"How can this be? Qingning, you are the top scorer in the 16 college entrance examination, one of the important guests at this school anniversary celebration, and you have to speak as a representative."

“It’s alright, Teacher Li,” Liu Qingning’s voice remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable firmness. “For me, as long as I can send my blessings to my alma mater, it doesn’t matter where I sit.”

"Well... I'll go talk to Principal Zhang again and see if we can coordinate something."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Teacher Li."

I had just hung up the phone when I heard light footsteps ahead.

Tang Song, carrying a red plastic bag, walked over with a smile.

Liu Qingning quickly composed herself and put on a bright smile again.

For her, the most important purpose of returning to Jing County was to relive the old days with Tang and Song.

The celebration of my alma mater was just an excuse.

Where we sit doesn't matter, what matters is being with him.

Tang Song took a packet of "Little Raccoon Crispy Noodles" out of the bag and handed it to her.

Then, he tore open a bright red "fruit leather" and held it to her lips.

"Ah—open your mouth."

"It's delicious, you should try some too."

The two shared the cheap yet delicious snacks and slowly walked out of the school gate that held countless memories.

At the doorway, Liu Qingning stopped and looked back at it intently.

Under the cover of night, the outline of my alma mater is drawn out by the lights, making it appear serene and solemn.

Tang Song took her hand, pointed to a small storefront with a dim yellow light diagonally in front of them, and asked with a smile, "Do you still remember that used bookstore?"

"Of course I remember, you used to love going to buy comic books." Liu Qingning smiled gently, her eyes seeming to travel through time.

Returning to the area around No. 1 Middle School, it seems that every corner is filled with fragmented, sparkling memories.

The two exchanged a glance and, without saying a word, walked in that direction.

I crossed the road and pushed open the creaking glass door with wind chimes hanging from it.

The distinctive smell of old paper wafts through the air.

Everything in the store seemed unchanged.

There are just more books on the bookshelf, and they are older.

The owner, wearing reading glasses, was organizing ledgers behind the counter. When he saw them come in, he looked up and smiled kindly.

Tang Song nodded to him, then pulled Liu Qingning along, skillfully navigating around rows of bookshelves and heading straight to the inner corner.

"Look, this Harry Potter set is still the original first edition."

"There's also 'Slam Dunk' here..."

They stood side by side in the narrow aisle between the bookshelves, their fingertips brushing against familiar yet unfamiliar old books, chatting in hushed tones.

suddenly.

Liu Qingning's gaze was drawn to the spine of a brand-new book below the bookshelf.

Its presence stands out so conspicuously among those rows of yellowed and worn-out book spines.

She slowly squatted down, her fingers gently stroking the skin.

It was a thick, A4-sized hardcover picture book with a very beautiful dark blue cover.

Liu Qingning pulled out the picture book.

The cover was clean, with only her name printed in beautiful Song typeface—[Liu Qingning].

Her heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously turned his head and smiled, winking at her.

Liu Qingning took a deep breath and gently turned to the first page of the picture book.

That wasn't a print, but a delicate pencil sketch.

The painting depicts a five- or six-year-old girl with a high ponytail, wearing a floral dress, with chubby cheeks and round, bright eyes.

Her breath hitched.

With trembling fingers, I turned to the second page.

She was in elementary school, wearing an oversized school uniform, carrying a heavy schoolbag, and standing on tiptoe, trying hard to climb onto the back seat of a bicycle.

Page after page.

On the street near her junior high school, she braved the wind, carrying a stack of homework notebooks.

On the dark high school playground, she smiled and turned around.
Her defiant gaze lingered on the university campus.
...

Liu Qingning's vision gradually blurred.

The last page of the album was taken last night.

The image shows her wearing a down jacket, standing in the warm light of the night market, taking small bites of a sesame seed cake with pork tenderloin.

The wind chimes at the door tinkled softly.

Happy birthday, Liu Qingning.

(End of this chapter)