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Chapter 654 Filling the Pit Together (Daily Life)

Friday, November 24, 2023, sunny, -4~3℃.

Zhuxi Residential Area.

In the early morning, the view outside the window was still a silent black.

Tang Song slowly opened his eyes amidst a warm and fragrant atmosphere.

He turned his head to look at Gao Mengting, who was fast asleep beside him, and smiled.

With a text message confirming the arrival of funds in his bank account, Tang Song quietly got out of bed.

I put on thick clothes and went downstairs.

Push open the unit door.

A gust of cold wind, carrying the scent of frost and snow, suddenly rushed in.

Tang Song tightened the collar of his coat, exhaled a puff of white breath, and stepped into this silent pre-dawn space.

A thin layer of white frost had formed on the lawns and holly trees along the roadside.

The temperature felt extremely low in the early morning, so he didn't leave his workout clothes there and simply gave up on his morning run, opting instead for a slow walk.

When the time was almost up, Tang Song took out his phone, put on his Bluetooth headset, and made a voice call to Liu Qingning.

The call was answered almost instantly, and Bai Yueguang's somewhat languid voice came through the receiver: "Good morning, Xiao Song."

"Good morning, wife."

"Ah!" Liu Qingning exclaimed softly, flustered and shy by his sudden address. "Why...why are you calling me that all of a sudden?"

"Do you not like it?"

The two chatted casually like that.

Regarding the weather in Yancheng and Shenzhen, and the upcoming industrial layout of Xuanji Light Realm.

Tang Song walked slowly through the deserted neighborhood, listening to the light, rhythmic footsteps on the treadmill.

We chatted for more than half an hour.

The two hung up the phone after Liu Qingning finished her morning exercise.

Tang Song had unknowingly walked out of the community gate and turned the corner.

A familiar shop, steaming with heat, came into his view.

Looking at the familiar roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), Tang Song couldn't help but smile.

He took out his phone, snapped a picture, and shared it with Cheng Qiuqiu.

The message read: "(ω) Are you up yet? Do you want me to bring you your favorite roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) with double the chili sauce?"

As a native of Sichuan, Qiuqiu has an exceptionally high tolerance for spicy food.

When we used to eat hot pot together, her dipping sauce bowl was almost entirely filled with bright red chili oil.

"Buzzing—"

Qiuqiu: "(ω`) No need, we bought a lot of ingredients yesterday. We're going to make breakfast and lunch with Lingling today. The kitchenware in the new house is very complete, we haven't used it yet."

Tang Song: "Alright then, I'll come over in person another day and try your cooking."

[Qiuqiu: Looking forward to it.jpg (A meme of a cat looking forward to it)]

Tang Song smiled as he read the message from Qiuqiu.

Unbeknownst to her, the usually aloof and silent Qiuqiu had become much more cheerful and talkative.

The changes became even more noticeable after I moved out of Zhuxi Community and started living with my junior from elementary school.

Recently, I've even started sharing some interesting stories with him in the evenings.

It's worth mentioning that Qiuqiu hasn't had nightmares for a long time.

I'm going to the company today, so I'll take this opportunity to check on how her "Dream Flower Seeds" are growing.

Tang Song still cared a lot about this "dark-hearted" girl from China.

In order for the [Dream Flower Seed] to grow well, in addition to absorbing negative emotions, its preferential treatment and kindness will also make the flower seed grow stronger.

After thinking for a moment, he pressed the voice button and said gently, "Take a picture and send it to me. I haven't seen you in a long time, and I miss you."

After the message was sent, Qiuqiu unusually did not reply immediately.

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply, Tang Song shook his head and chuckled.

I went into the breakfast shop, bought two breakfasts to go, and then turned and walked towards the gate of the residential area.

A magnificent sunrise illuminated the eastern horizon.

"Ding-dong—" A WeChat notification sound rang out.

[Qiuqiu: Taking a selfie in the mirror.jpg]

In the photo, Qiuqiu is wearing a tight-fitting purple yoga top and a pair of pure black high-waisted yoga pants. Her long orange-brown hair is neatly tied into a playful bun, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful swan neck.

She turned sideways to the mirror, her body curves appearing firm, full, tall, and sexy under the light.

And it was obvious that she had dressed up carefully, even wearing lipstick.

Tang Song exhaled a breath of white air, his heart slightly burning.

There was no way around it; his partner was a complete novice and couldn't satisfy him at all.

Seeing Qiuqiu's vibrant photos so early in the morning, it's hard not to feel a little tempted.

After all, Qiuqiu is known as "Little Su Yu," and she is top-notch in both looks and figure.

Then, his gaze froze, landing on the familiar room in the background of the photo, and he blinked hard.

This... isn't this Shen Yuyan's room?

The decorations by the bed, the room layout, the aromatherapy diffuser in the corner... the more I look at it, the more familiar it seems.

Tang Song's eyebrows twitched, and he immediately typed a reply: "Qiuqiu is so pretty. By the way, I haven't asked yet, which neighborhood did you and Lingling move to?"

[Qiuqiu: "Unit 1, Building 4, Beicheng Garden Community, Yuhua District, Room 1204."]

【Qiuqiu: Location.map】

Holy crap! It really is!

I just had Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing move from there to Lanfeng International Apartment, and then Lingling and Qiuqiu moved in too!

This is... such a coincidence.

Moreover, he also had a key card for the North City Garden, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Speaking of which, Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing, Cheng Qiuqiu and Yao Lingling are all good friends and besties.

This combination seems pretty good...

It seemed like he had thought of something.

A strange feeling welled up in Tang Song's heart.

...

Go back upstairs.

Tang Song placed the still-steaming breakfast on the dining table and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

Then I saw Gao Mengting sitting in front of the dressing table, carefully putting on her makeup.

She had finished washing up and was wearing a plain white T-shirt. Her long, black hair was casually tied into a low ponytail with a simple hair tie.

Her smooth, full forehead and graceful swan neck were on full display.

Without much embellishment, it possesses an astonishing gentleness and elegance.

"You're back." Gao Mengting turned to look at him and greeted him.

It was clear that the partner was in a very good mood.

The reason, of course, is the unexpected surprise yesterday—Su Yu trended on social media for wearing their windbreakers.

"Ah."

Tang Song responded, stepped forward, and gently hugged her from behind, his lips landing on her neck.

Gao Mengting's sensitive body suddenly stiffened.

Blushing, she said, "What are you doing..."

"Nothing." Tang Song smiled and slipped his cold hand under the loose hem of her T-shirt.

"Tang Song! Your hands are so cold! Take them away!"

She shouted, both ashamed and angry, trying to pry off the large hand that was wreaking havoc on her body.

However, Tang Song's hand remained motionless, slowly moving upwards along her warm and delicate abdomen.

"Oh!"

The cold stimulation clashed with the warm skin, and the soft curves met the firm finger bones.

Gao Mengting trembled violently and collapsed into his arms.

The room was filled with the sounds of a man and woman laughing and joking, as well as the partner's occasional coquettish complaints.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, enveloping the two of them.

An atmosphere of ambiguity and warmth filled the air.

……

10:30 a.m.

Songmei Apparel, Conference Room.

"...Therefore, my suggestion is that for the pre-sale period of Double Twelve, we don't need to launch a full-scale campaign like we did for Double Eleven. Instead, we should focus more on...further solidifying the brand image of [Heyi]..."

Tang Song sat in the main seat, quietly listening to his colleagues from the brand department present their plans.

Sitting diagonally across from me, Qiuqiu was diligently taking notes on the key points of the meeting.

He would occasionally raise his head, his gaze briefly meeting Tang Song's in the air before quickly lowering it again.

The Dream Flower Seed above my head looks even more robust than before, surrounded by a soft halo.

End of the meeting.

One by one, everyone got up and walked outside, chatting and laughing.

Cheng Qiuqiu remained seated, without moving.

After everyone left, Tang Song came to her side and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Qiuqiu?"

"Mr. Tang, I... I would like to ask for 3 days off next week."

“Of course.” Tang Song leaned back leisurely on the edge of the conference table. “Can you tell me what it is?”

Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips, stood up, and said in a low voice, "I need to go back to Rongcheng...home."

"Oh? Going home next week?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows, a slight thought stirring in his heart.

The interaction quest between him and Ouyang Xian Yue involves going to Chengdu at the end of the month.

Of course, since the time is uncertain, you need to wait for the system notification.

However, the timing is almost exactly overlapping, which is quite a coincidence.

Seeing Tang Song remain silent, Qiuqiu's face showed trepidation and caution. "I will bring my computer with me. If I have work to do, I can work online at any time."

Sensing her thoughts, Tang Song chuckled and stepped closer.

His long, slender hand landed on her slender waist without warning.

Sensing the familiar aura emanating from him, Qiuqiu, like a startled fawn, instinctively wanted to shrink back.

The lush green seedlings overhead began to tremble violently.

Tang Song said, "You should also take a good rest for a while. I'll give you a paid annual leave. You can decide the time yourself. You can stay in Chengdu for a few more days."

He learned about Qiuqiu's past and family situation through his dream.

She knew perfectly well what going home meant to her.

He's going too, so he can give this poor girl a big surprise.

We can stroll around Chengdu together then, nurture our relationship, and soothe her emotions.

After all, all her inner conflicts stemmed from that bleak childhood.

It might even make that [Dream Flower Seed] grow quickly and produce a third flower.

“I don’t need paid leave, I can just take normal leave.” Cheng Qiuqiu stubbornly shook her head.

Tang Song smiled, then suddenly leaned forward and kissed her burning cheek.

"President Tang..."

Qiuqiu glanced nervously at the transparent glass door of the conference room, her body instantly tensing up.

"It's settled then. I'll let HR know later."

Tang Song patted her thin back and turned to walk outside.

Watching his leaving figure.

Cheng Qiuqiu stood there blankly, subconsciously reaching out to touch the kiss mark on her cheek, her eyes glazed over.

Since learning that Tang Song not only had one girlfriend, his senior, but also a second and a third, her sense of guilt has lessened considerably.

What followed was a long-suppressed emotion.

Lately, ever since she moved out of Zhuxi Community, she has been dreaming about Tang and Song, and her dreams are full of shy and intimate contact.

After waking up, my body always feels sticky.

I've never felt this way before.

She felt that her physical problems were gradually improving.

……

CEO's office.

Tang Song had just sat down and taken a sip of water.

"Ding-dong—" A WeChat notification sound rang out.

I picked up my phone and looked at it; it was an email.

The sender is Zhao Fei.

Title: [A Update on the Progress of Ms. Zhou Hui's CAR-T Cell Therapy]

Upon seeing the email, Tang Song's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened it.

His eyes quickly scanned the contents, and he breathed a sigh of relief, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

In just over two weeks, Zhang Yan's mother has completed the pre-treatment assessment and preparation phase. Today, the "CAR-T cell preparation" officially began.

We have already established direct contact with the laboratory of [Guyu Biotechnology] and opened a "green channel" with the highest priority.

Moreover, the entire process, from blood collection to viral vector transfection and cell amplification culture, is personally supervised by its chief scientist team.

It is expected to be airlifted to Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Center next week.

It shortened the process by nearly ten days compared to the usual procedure.

The laboratory's evaluation report on Zhou Hui's treatment is also attached below.

Everything is going smooth.

Once the CAR-T cells are successfully reinfused into the body, the next step is monitoring and rehabilitation.

Zhang Yan was finally able to break free from that immense pressure.

This was of even greater significance to the Tang and Song dynasties.

Because in his dream memories, he saw another Zhang Yan's future.

At this moment, he had already changed the fate of his junior high school classmate.

This also means that she will be starting a brand new life.

Take a deep breath to calm the pounding in your heart.

Tang Song opened Zhang Yan's WeChat chat interface, pondered for a moment, and began typing a message.

……

Guangzhou, a branch of Nebula International Group.

In a spacious and bright open-plan office area.

Zhang Yan sat upright at her new workstation, intently revising a brand promotional document.

The notebook was filled with various key points of thought and suggestions for improvement.

In the two weeks since she joined Nebula, she has actually spent most of her energy at the hospital.

The company leaders hardly assigned her any substantive work, only asking her to occasionally review some basic documents online.

Now, my mother's treatment is finally on track, and she has professional caregivers to take care of her around the clock.

Today marks the first time she has truly entered the work process.

Her current position is Senior Content Cooperation Manager in the Content Ecosystem Cooperation Department, at level P6, with a monthly salary of 25 RMB. Including year-end bonuses and performance-based pay, her annual salary is enough to exceed 40 RMB.

She's like a sponge now, eager to learn new things.

Just as she had promised Tang Song.

She can only write articles now; she doesn't understand many things and can't compare to others, but she will study hard.

She also always remembered the energy and courage that the Tang and Song dynasties gave her.

The "Frieza" of life has been defeated, everything is getting better and better, and she will work hard to earn more money.

Although it sounds "funny," she still wants to save money to pay back the more than 100 million yuan she owes Tang Song for medical treatment, even if it's just a portion of it.

Otherwise, I would always feel that I owe him a lot.

"Buzzing—"

A WeChat message popped up on the computer screen.

Zhang Yan paused instinctively, her fingertips hovering over the keyboard.

[Tang Song: "I've read Auntie's report, everything is fine. After the infusion next week, you can focus on your recovery. Take good care of yourself in Guangzhou. I believe that our Zhang Yan will one day transform into a true Super Saiyan. Go for it!"]

Zhang Yan stared at the screen, her cheeks burning and her eyes slightly sore.

After a long time.

She wiped her eyes and gently typed a reply: "I will work hard and will not let you down."

[Tang Song: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I hope you can be happy and content. You can talk to me about anything."]

Zhang Yan bit her lip, but tears still slowly welled up in her eyes.

It hit the keyboard, leaving a small water stain.

From childhood, due to her family situation, she was a person who lacked love.

She always felt like a rootless duckweed, drifting alone in this vast world, with no harbor to rely on.

The existence of the Tang and Song dynasties was a spiritual anchor for her during those long and dark years, allowing her to see a glimmer of light in countless dark nights.

Now, this anchor point is no longer far away; it is truly by my side.

It made her feel safe and belonged.

It was precisely these feelings that gave her the courage to confess her feelings to Tang Song and even the delusion of "competing" with Liu Qingning.

Of course, she never thought she could actually snatch anything.

She just hoped that this place she had finally found wouldn't abandon her.

She lowered her head and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

When she raised her head again, Zhang Yan's eyes showed more ease and determination.

She checked the date on her computer; today was Friday.

She pursed her lips and lightly tapped the keyboard with her fingertips.

They transformed those turbulent emotions into familiar passages of text, belonging only to the two of them:
The temperature dropped in Guangzhou today, and the wind was strong, making the banyan leaves outside the window rustle, just like autumn in our Jingxian County.

I've been working at my new company for over two weeks now, and everything is going well. My colleagues are very friendly, and although the work is challenging, I'm trying my best to learn every day.

……

These past few days, I've been thinking about that weekend when we read comics together and painted the walls together.

They replay in my mind like slow motion in a movie, over and over again.

The night view of Guangzhou is beautiful, but it's nothing compared to the streets and alleys we walked through together that night.

When the end of the world is endless, there is only Acacia endlessly.

Although we've been apart for less than a month, Tang Song, I think I'm starting to miss you again.

After hesitating for a moment, I clicked send.

Zhang Yan's cheeks were burning hot. She lowered her head and clenched her fists tightly.

This was the first time she had openly said "I miss you".

Moreover, he posted a short essay on WeChat saying "He can see it".

The feelings in my heart are indescribable.

"Buzzing—"

[Tang Song: "After Auntie reports back, would you like to come to Yancheng? I'll take you to see the school."]

Zhang Yan's eyes lit up instantly, and her heart pounded.

Yancheng...

She spent four years of her university life there.

Those four years were also the four years she hid where he couldn't see her, silently spying on him.

Take a deep breath.

He quickly replied, "Okay, it's been over two years since I've been back."

After chatting with Tang Song for a while, Zhang Yan finally put down her phone with satisfaction and returned to her work.

Time passes little by little.

As evening approached, the skyline outside the window was dyed a magnificent orange-red by the setting sun.

A familiar voice rang out from beside the workstation: "Manager Zhang, Chairman Wen has arrived at the company. She just finished a meeting and wants you to go to the meeting room now. She wants to see you."

Zhang Yan looked up and saw her gentle assistant, Wang Dandan, smiling at her.

Chairman Wen is here?

"Okay." Zhang Yan quickly replied, saved the document, and stood up to walk outside.

After tidying my hair, I pushed open the heavy glass door of the reception room with a nervous heart.

Then, I saw the figure sitting there alone.

She wore a well-tailored black suit, and her white silk shirt was stretched into an exaggerated curve by her full and proud breasts.

Her thick, wavy hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and although her face showed a hint of fatigue, it could not conceal her unique mature and charming allure.

Zhang Yan quickly bowed and respectfully said, "Chairman Wen."

"You're here, Zhang Yan." Wen Ruan stood up, waved to her, and smiled warmly. "Come and sit down."

"Thank you, Chairman Wen."

Zhang Yan cautiously approached her.

Wen Ruan grabbed her arm. "Why have you become distant with your sister after just one week?"

"No, no." Zhang Yan blushed slightly.

The main reason was that she felt there was a huge gap between herself and Wen Ruan, who was a senior leader in the company.

I'm worried that being too familiar with each other will make the other person feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, just call me Sister Wenruan or Sister Wenruan in private." Wenruan's voice was magnetic and gentle. "How are you doing? Are you getting used to work?"

"It's great, my colleagues are all very nice."

The two sat down on the sofa.

Wen Ruan inquired about her recent situation and chatted about some lighthearted gossip and anecdotes.

When it got completely dark outside the window, she seemed to suddenly remember something.

She said playfully, "Zhang Yan, I have a question for you."

"Please speak." Zhang Yan quickly sat up straight, placing her hands neatly on her knees, like a primary school student listening to a teacher's lecture, meticulous in every detail.

Looking at her adorable appearance, Wen Ruan couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, "Do you want to... earn more money?"

"Huh?" Zhang Yan opened her mouth, not understanding what she meant for a moment.

“Don’t be nervous,” Wen Ruan continued, “It’s like this. Nebula International Group is about to launch a new round of domestic and international mergers and acquisitions and strategic cooperation, and our [Content Ecosystem Cooperation Department] will become increasingly important.”

Coincidentally, we are about to embark on a deep collaboration with a technology company, and I hope you will be personally involved.

Of course, because this project may require frequent business trips, the company will provide very generous project allowances and performance bonuses.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yan nervously said, "I...I'm afraid I'm not capable enough and won't be able to handle it..."

“I’m not asking you to shoulder the burden alone right now.” The gentle tone was full of reassuring power. “I will give you enough time to learn and adapt. Once you are fully integrated, we will select the best and brightest from our department to form a project team that you will lead. How about it? Are you up for the challenge?”

Zhang Yan's heart jumped into her throat, and she instinctively wanted to back down.

After all, she had always just been a content editor hiding behind a computer screen.

I have never truly led such a significant project that required frequent external communication.

But when I think of Tang Song, my promise to him, and that heavy "debt" that I long to repay, I think of him.

Zhang Yan's almond-shaped eyes, which always held a hint of timidity, finally hardened.

She took a deep breath, met Wen's gentle gaze, and nodded vigorously. "Thank you for your trust, Chairman Wen. I will do my best! If... if I really can't do a good job, you can remove me anytime. I want to give it a try!"

"clatter--"

Wenruan snapped her fingers crisply, her face beaming with radiant joy, as if she had finally received the answer she had been waiting for.

She couldn't help but stretch out her arms and give Zhang Yan a soft and intimate hug, her hands affectionately ruffling Zhang Yan's smooth hair that reached her collarbone.

"Keep going, I believe in you just like Tang Song."

Zhang Yan's face flushed red instantly, and her body stiffened.

She wasn't quite used to this sudden, warm, and sincere closeness.

The two chatted for a few more words.

Wen Ruan glanced at her watch, then pulled her to her feet. "It's almost time to get off work. Speaking of which, I've never been to your place before. Would you mind if I came over for a meal? Also, I'd like to see your cat, Orange. I really like cats."

"Ah...I..." Zhang Yan pursed her lips and hesitated.

"What? Inconvenient?"

"No, no! It's just... the house is a bit messy."

"It's okay." Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows at her. "Let me tell you a secret, when I live alone, my house is also super messy. I throw my underwear and underpants everywhere, haha."

Zhang Yan blushed and nodded, "Okay then."

She mainly felt that her rented room was too dilapidated, and that she didn't fit in with a gentle and kind person, which made her feel somewhat inferior.

But Wenru's gentle demeanor did make her feel at ease, and he was very considerate of her feelings.

I quickly tidied up my things.

Zhang Yan slung her backpack over her shoulder and followed Wen Ruan out of the office.

While waiting for the elevator, she couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Sister Wenruan, what's the name of that tech company you mentioned? I'll look it up beforehand."

Wen Ruan turned to look at her and said with a smile, "I don't know if you've heard of it, but the headquarters of the Xuanji Light Realm is in Shenzhen."

Upon hearing the name, Zhang Yan paused for a moment, then her pupils suddenly contracted.

A name came to mind.

【Liu Qingning】

She seems to have connections with this company, and she has appeared in many news reports.

Wen Ruan didn't notice her absent-mindedness, and simply introduced the background and importance of the company in a low voice.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She's been under a lot of pressure lately.

Caught between the power struggle between those two goddesses, Jin Meixiao and Ouyang Xianyue, she felt like she was walking on thin ice every day.

Moreover, it is foreseeable that with the formal entry of Liu Qingning, this "white moonlight," into the game, this "battleground" will only become more and more troublesome.

To avoid actually being crushed into a meat patty, Wenruan ultimately decided to bring in outside help.

Tang Song, this introverted and simple "reverse white moonlight," is undoubtedly the best choice.

There's nothing we can do; it's just that Zhuangzhuang has such a hard life.

If you dig a hole yourself, you have to find someone to help you fill it.

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(End of this chapter)