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Chapter 660 Good Sisters, An Unexpected Encounter
Yunxi Valley Resort, Moon Viewing Villa Suite.

The sunlight on a winter morning shines through the gaps in the curtains, casting bright spots of light into the room.

Yao Lingling opened her eyes amidst a warm and fragrant atmosphere.

My body felt like it had been repeatedly run over by a road roller, so sore and weak that I had no strength left.

Her mind went blank at first.

Immediately, those crazy scenes from last night surged up uncontrollably like a flood bursting its banks.

"boom--"

A surge of heat shot from the coccyx straight up to the top of the head.

Yao Lingling's face turned bright red instantly, and she let out a shameful sob.

He buried his head directly in the pillow that still carried his scent.

【Oh no... I'm so embarrassed...】

[I...I actually slept with my senior!!!]

And...and I was so proactive...

...

But... what exactly should we call what happened last night?

Is it the ultimate experience of a "one-day couple" date? Or... something else entirely?
How should they get along?
Should we retreat to the safe distance between senior and junior students and pretend that nothing happened?

still is……

What does the senior think of her?
Panic-filled thoughts flew through her mind like snowflakes.

"Oh dear! Oh dear! Shameless Lingling!"

Wrapped in the quilt, Yao Lingling rolled around on the bed like a caterpillar, occasionally letting out shy moans.

He deceived himself and acted like a "coward" for several minutes.

She sat up abruptly in bed, a bright and energetic smile returning to her face.

Ultimately, her personality is characterized by sunshine and optimism.

As the initial shame gradually subsided, a stronger, bubbling sweetness and joy began to fill her heart.

Who cares! Anyway, I've finally reached this point with the senior I've been longing for.

Between her and him, the closest bond had already been formed.

I am so happy.

But seriously, my senior is really amazing!
It's just that the bad habit of spanking is really too shameful.

But that is indeed her greatest strength.

It's obvious that the senior really likes it.

Just then, there was a "click".

The bedroom door was gently opened from the outside.

A familiar sound of footsteps approached, and Tang Songjun's handsome figure appeared at the door.

He must have taken a shower after exercising; he looked fresh and incredibly handsome.

Eye contact.

Tang Song's gaze unconsciously shifted slightly downwards, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Actually, there are differences even among A-cup sizes.

The junior high school girl has a standard A-cup, with a difference of about 8 centimeters between her upper and lower bust measurements, and a clear, delicate curve.

If we squeeze in a little, like we did last night, we can still achieve something.

Of course, for the well-traveled Tang and Song dynasties, this unique scenery was quite novel.

Yao Lingling's smile froze, and she quickly pulled up the blanket, wrapped it around her shoulders, and also completely concealed her little A.

Only after doing all this did she feel a little less ashamed.

"Good morning, senior..."

Seeing her adorable reaction, Tang Song burst out laughing.

Yao Lingling's face gradually turned red. She then picked up the pillow next to her and threw it at him, shouting with a mixture of embarrassment and anger, "Hey, hey, hey, don't expose me! So what if you have small breasts?! Is it necessary to laugh so happily?!"

The soft pillow landed on Tang Song's chest with little force, more like a playful tantrum.

"I wasn't laughing at your small chest, it's quite cute."

Yao Lingling lowered her head, somewhat at a loss for words after being praised by Tang Song.

Tang Song held the pillow in his hand and sat down directly on the edge of the bed.

The mattress sags slightly.

His unique aura, a blend of morning chill and masculine hormones, also followed.

This made Yao Lingling's heart skip a beat.

Looking at Tang Song's handsome face and the faintly visible muscle lines, I felt a little thirsty.
What a male succubus!
I've never had this feeling before, not because I've been in such close contact with others.

Now she could finally feel his charm firsthand.

Just then, the blanket was suddenly pulled open a crack, and a slightly cool hand reached in.

Yao Lingling's expression froze, and she subconsciously shrank back.

Tang Song let out a soft breath, squinted his eyes, and watched the junior schoolmate's amusing reaction.

……

In the morning, the two spent a good amount of time having fun at the resort.

They were belting out rock music at the top of their lungs in the karaoke room, competing fiercely for the "highest score" in the arcade, and even trying their hand at cave exploration...

At noon, Yao Lingling took Tang Song to the resort's top-notch French restaurant.

We ordered a special couple's set meal that was full of ritual.

Time passed unnoticed amidst laughter and joy.

The afternoon arrived quietly.

When the two returned to the "Moon Viewing" villa hidden deep in the bamboo forest.

The warm winter sun was already setting in the west, casting long shadows on the snow.

This dreamlike hot spring trip is officially coming to an end.

Tang Song first dealt with several urgent work emails from the company before packing up his own things.

Carrying her bag, she walked out of the bedroom on the first floor.

Upon reaching the second floor, the junior student's room door was wide open.

She had tidied the room spotlessly, made the bed meticulously, and even tucked the blankets in neatly, showing no signs of the "battle" that had taken place the previous night.

She had changed into the simple yet figure-flattering everyday outfit she had worn yesterday.

At that moment, she was facing away from the door, bending over, carefully stuffing the last few cosmetics into her backpack.

Her slender waist, so thin it could be grasped with a single hand, and her rounded hips, encased in jeans, created an almost exaggeratedly perfect "hourglass" shape.

After last night's madness, Tang Song could more deeply appreciate the amazing superiority of his junior schoolmate's naturally fit physique.

My heart couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement again.

However, since it was the other person's first time, there should still be some restraint.

Seemingly hearing the noise at the door, Yao Lingling turned around.

With a beaming smile, she said, "Senior! I'm all packed! Shouldn't we... go now?"

Her voice carried a sense of loss that she herself was unaware of.

Tang Song stepped forward and asked in a half-joking tone:
"Lingling, are you satisfied with my performance as your 'one-day boyfriend'? If you were to rate it, could you give it a five-star review? Friendly reminder: you get a cashback for a good review!"

Yao Lingling was taken aback when she heard this, then she crossed her arms and looked him up and down with a serious expression.

Then, mimicking the tone of a food review blogger, she solemnly commented: "Hmm... good looks, great figure, and excellent service. The massage technique is superb, and as for core business skills..."

As she finished speaking, she leaned closer and said playfully, "I don't really understand this. After all, it was only once, so there's not much data to give an evaluation, hehe."

Tang Song's eyes were full of smiles as he reached out and lightly patted her on the back, a bouncy, explosive pat that sent a powerful jolt through her.

"Should we 'test' it again?"

"Oh my! Senior, you're so naughty!"

The innocent-looking junior schoolgirl covered her buttocks, her cheeks turning red again.

Then, she stretched out her hand and said matter-of-factly, "Oh right! What about the 'cashback'?"

Tang Song blinked. "I'll give it to you another day."

"Hmph, are you trying to renege on your debt?"

"That's impossible."

Amidst laughter and chatter, the sadness of parting was instantly washed away.

……

As evening approached, a Bentley Continental GT slowly pulled up outside the Beicheng Garden residential complex.

The nights of early winter come exceptionally early.

The streetlights were already on, and their dim yellow light cast long shadows of the two people.

Tang Song accompanied Yao Lingling and escorted her all the way to Building 4.

The chattering junior schoolmate suddenly fell silent.

She looked up at Tang Song, whose eyes, which always shone brightly, were now filled with complex emotions.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Tang Song asked softly.

Yao Lingling bit her lower lip and asked softly in a seemingly casual, friendly tone, "Senior, what's your relationship with President Gao?"

"Boyfriends."

"Then... what about Sister Wenruan? Is she also...?"

"Too."

"And that...your assistant Lin, isn't she one too?"

Tang Song looked at her without any concealment or evasion, and frankly said, "Yes, that's right."

Yao Lingling stared at him quietly for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing.

He seemed to have regained his usual carefree and easygoing personality.

She reached out and poked Tang Song's chest with her finger, teasingly saying, "Goodness! So you really are a complete scumbag, senior!"

Tang Song coughed awkwardly, "Uh... it's alright, don't you always call me bad?"

The two have always been good friends, often teasing each other online, and their chat style has always been very casual.

However, he was indeed somewhat guilty about this.

Seeing his expression, Yao Lingling laughed even harder.

A breeze blew by, and her hair fluttered gently.

Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and gently pressed her cool cheek against his face.

Tang Song's eyes flickered slightly, as if he was about to say something.

The junior schoolgirl quickly kissed him on the lips, her cheeks flushed red.

She said shyly and earnestly in a low voice, "I really had a great weekend. I just... hope that I can play basketball with my senior again in the future."

After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to linger any longer and turned to run away.

When I reached the entrance of the building, I couldn't help but turn back.

She gave him a smile that seemed to melt away the entire winter night.

Goodbye, senior.

Tang Song gazed at her, a slight thought stirring in his heart. "Goodbye, Lingling."

Her figure disappeared inside the building entrance.

After a long while, Tang Song withdrew his gaze and exhaled a breath of white air.

He turned and walked outside.

The white Bentley Continental GT lights up.

The wheels rolled over the withered yellow leaves and entered the city's expressway.

The neon lights outside the car window cast mesmerizing streaks of light.

More than ten minutes later.

Slowly drove into the underground parking garage of Yanjing Huating.

The elevator went straight up and stopped on the 5th floor.

“Dilili——”

The door opened, and Tang Song stepped inside.

The interior is softly lit, warm, and elegant.

Laughter from a variety show drifted from the living room, mingling with the sweet aroma of buttered popcorn.

Tang Song changed into slippers and went to the living room. There she saw the beautician curled up on the beige sofa.

Her legs were curled up, and she was holding a plush pillow in her arms, her eyes focused on the TV screen.

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Yaqian immediately turned her head, and her face lit up with a smile the moment she saw it was him.

"Brother Song, you're here!"

She practically jumped up from the sofa, her voice filled with undisguised joy and excitement.

She was wearing a beige and gray striped sundress.

The skirt was made of soft knit fabric that clung tightly to her graceful figure, and her perfectly sculpted legs shimmered with a warm, delicate luster like milk under the soft lighting of the living room.

"Good evening, Qianqian." Tang Song smiled and opened his arms to her.

The beautician chuckled and strode forward with her long legs.

A fragrant breeze caressed his face, and Tang Song felt a sudden weight on his body as Zhao Yaqian clung to him.

A strong, sweet aroma filled my nostrils.

Then, a flurry of passionate kisses fell on his lips, brows, eyes, and neck…

The two lingered there in the entryway for quite a while.

Tang Song pinched the beautician's wine glass-like leg and asked with a smile, "Haven't eaten yet? Want to go get some fried skewers?"

"Okay! Okay!" Zhao Yaqian immediately gave him a big kiss on the cheek, then reluctantly jumped off him. "Wait for me, I'll go change my clothes right away!"

After saying that, she ran into the bedroom.

When she came out again, she had changed into a fashionable winter outfit.

She ran up to Tang Song, struck a cool pose, tilted her youthful, collagen-filled face up, and asked in a sweet, innocent voice, "Brother Song, do I look good?"

"She looks beautiful." Tang Song's tone was full of affection. "Our Qianqian looks the most beautiful in anything."

"Hehe, I'll definitely pass that message on to Xiaoxue verbatim later. She's going back to Yancheng the day after tomorrow, right? I haven't seen her for a week."

"Yes, I've arrived in the capital today. I'm taking care of some work there, and I'll be back the day after tomorrow."

"What kind of job is it? I asked her, but she wouldn't tell me. She's being so secretive."

Tang Song tilted her head slightly, looked at her big, curious eyes, and smiled: "I'm going to meet a 'good sister,' and I'll introduce her to you later."

The beautician paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

"Tian Jing. You can just call her Xiao Jing." Tang Song's tone became somewhat meaningful. "I believe... you two will definitely become good friends."

The beautician's eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. Although she didn't understand the deeper meaning behind it, she still nodded obediently.

...

The familiar entrance to the pedestrian street appeared before my eyes once again.

People come and go, it's bustling and noisy, neon lights are flashing.

Juicy sweet potato noodles, grilled starch sausage, fried quail eggs, sizzling lamb skewers…

The beautician held Tang Song's hand.

As we walked, I told him about my interesting experiences over the past two days.

It's worth mentioning that since taking over TC Club, she has become obsessed with a new hobby—perfume making.

As she munched on the golden, crispy tornado potato tower, she enthusiastically shared the top, middle, and base notes of the various spices with Tang Song.

She also said that once she develops a new fragrance, she will have Tang Song try it first.

The 19-year-old beautician, with her earnest yet charming demeanor, was incredibly adorable.

……

imperial capital.

The black Bentley drove into a Chinese classical-style courtyard without any conspicuous signs.

Xiao Jing sat in the spacious and comfortable back seat, her gaze peering curiously through the car window at this top-tier private club that only a select few knew about.

Blue bricks and gray tiles, carved beams and painted rafters.

Every detail reveals a calm and profound foundation belonging to the top power of China.

Her heart involuntarily jumped into her throat.

Although Lord Tang Song had already "spoiled" her in advance, saying that Xiao Xue would introduce her to a "very important" person tonight.

But when that moment actually arrived, she still felt immense tension.

Who could it be? Will a new character be unlocked?
The car stopped in front of the main building, and the driver quickly got out and opened the car door for her.

Xiao Jing took a deep breath, straightened her carefully chosen Chanel-style suit, picked up her bag, and followed the waiter inside.

Walk through a corridor adorned with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists.

She finally saw the figure waiting at the door of the "Purple Cloud" private room.

Lin Muxue wore a well-tailored dark gray wool suit skirt, her face was made up with exquisite and sharp makeup, and her hair was elegantly styled in an updo.

She stood there casually, her gaze cool and stern, exuding the charm of a mature, professional woman.

"Xiao Jing, you're late," Lin Muxue said calmly, her demeanor aloof and composed.

Emperor Muxue's aura of superiority was subtly revealed.

Clearly, she was trying to intimidate the other person and make her show more respect.

After all, the previous trip with the three of them had left her with considerable psychological trauma.

Now, the newly evolved Emperor Muxue wants to suppress his opponent.

However, Xiaojing seemed oblivious.

She quickly stepped forward, hugged Xiaoxue affectionately, stood on tiptoe, and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Xiaoxue. Mua~"

Another bite.

Lin Muxue's eyelids twitched, and her feigned aloofness instantly crumbled.

Xiao Jing said sweetly, "It's been so long! You didn't even come to my birthday party last time, I missed you so much. Mua~"

"Alright, alright!" Xiaoxue quickly stopped her, trembling all over.

This Xiao Jing is really wicked; she came right up and snuggled up to me.

It felt like I was being sexually harassed.

Xiao Jing winked at her, her face full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

Ever since she learned that there was another Jin Meixiao above her, she gave up her little dream of becoming the "official wife" and contentedly became Lord Tang Song and the Empress's "little dog".

She naturally wouldn't be hostile towards Xiaoxue, who was also a woman from the Tang and Song dynasties.

I'm even looking forward to playing games together in the future, preferably with Qingqing too.

Just like the last time the three of them went out together.

Of course, having more people is also acceptable.

Lin Muxue let out a breath and said seriously, "Next, I'm going to take you to see an important person. Let's go."

"Mmm." Xiaojing nodded vigorously.

They followed Lin Muxue through the door to the private room.

A rich aroma, a blend of top-grade agarwood and Cuban cigars, wafts over you.

Xiao Jing's gaze immediately fell on the foreign woman sitting gracefully in the rosewood armchair.

In her early thirties, her demeanor was impeccably elegant.

Even a simple act like sipping a cigar exudes an aristocratic aura.

Upon seeing the two enter, the woman put down her cigar and rose gracefully.

He looked Xiao Jing up and down for a moment before extending his hand. "Hello, Ms. Tian Jing, I've heard a lot about you."

“Xiaojing, this is Ms. Spencer, Tina Spencer,” Lin Muxue introduced from the side. “She is a member of the committee of Tang Jin’s family business, mainly responsible for the management and operation of all high-end property assets under the family business.”

Xiao Jing's heart stirred slightly.

Just as I expected, the so-called Tang Jin was actually the private office of Tang Song and Director Jin.

Judging from her name and demeanor, Tina Spencer should be a pure-blooded European noblewoman.

She has the typical British beauty in appearance, but is far less beautiful and sexy than Anne.

She still preferred playing with that wild, exotic woman.

Despite her inner turmoil, Xiao Jing appeared exceptionally well-behaved and sweet on the surface.

He bowed slightly and said, "It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Spencer."

The three of them sat down again.

Lin Muxue perfectly played the role of "middleman" and "introducer," skillfully guiding the conversation and preventing the atmosphere from becoming too awkward.

After a few pleasantries.

Tina got straight to the point, taking a beautifully bound folder from her briefcase and placing it in front of Xiaojing.

“Ms. Tian, ​​since you are Mr. Tang’s personally appointed ‘agent,’ according to the procedures of the family office, we will formally transfer the management rights of the first batch of property assets to Jingyi Asset Management under your name.”

Xiao Jing accepted the folder with a somewhat flattered expression and curiously opened it.

Tina's voice rang out calmly from the side:

"The first batch of assets to be handed over consists of three properties, all of which are top-tier private clubs directly operated by us."

"The first place is [WANO] in Ginza, Tokyo. It is a Japanese-style restaurant and mainly serves our top partners in Asia."

"The second place is The Sovereign Club in Marina Bay, Singapore. It has a modern style and is more geared towards elite social networking in the finance and technology sectors."

"The third, and most valuable, location is St. James's Legacy in London's Mayfair district..."

Hearing this string of resounding place names and introductions to top-tier clubs, Lin Muxue's heart was already in turmoil.

Property asset handover?! And in the first batch?!

Tang Song... has actually started letting Xiao Jing get involved in the business of the Tang Jin family office!
Jealousy is bound to arise in one's heart.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

She is no longer the same person she once was, and Tang Song's actions naturally have their own deeper meaning.

Moreover, she is going to personally take over the even more magnificent Tangjin Manor.

Thinking of that top-tier manor comparable to a royal garden, Lin Muxue squeezed her thighs together tightly, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Emotionally.

Tina paused for a moment, then continued, "To ensure a smooth handover process, you can choose one of these three as a starting point, participate in its operation and management, familiarize yourself with the process, and then gradually proceed with the subsequent asset transfer."

Xiaojing nodded quickly, "Okay, thank you for the arrangement, Ms. Spencer. Then I'll choose [Tangjin WANO] in Ginza, Tokyo."

She made this choice, of course, not out of any business considerations.

It was purely out of personal preference.

She knows that area very well, so she can legitimately invite Tang Song and Qingqing to play some fun games together later.

As if recalling some scene, Xiaojing's face turned slightly red, and her legs unconsciously tightened together.

Tina looked at the two young girls opposite her, a hint of doubt showing in her gray eyes that always held a scrutinizing quality.

But I didn't think much of it.

The three continued their discussion for a while and finalized the initial framework for the handover.

Tina rose gracefully, her face still bearing that impeccable aristocratic smile. She straightened her skirt and spoke in her fluent British accent:
"Alright, ladies, the club has just received a batch of specially supplied 'Mother Tree Da Hong Pao' tea, with an exquisite aroma. I think we should all go downstairs and have a taste."

The two of them quickly got up as well.

Accompanied by a waiter, the three walked down to their private tea room.

The light here is softer, and the air is filled with a faint, top-quality aroma of agarwood and tea.

After passing the huge carved sandalwood screen, the view suddenly opened up.

The next second, the three of them stopped in their tracks at the same time, their expressions all different.

At the far end of the hall, in the tea area separated by a huge carved sandalwood screen, a woman sat quietly.

She wore a minimalist cashmere dress, her jet-black hair casually tied back with a simple wooden hairpin, and an antique Ru kiln tea set was placed in front of her.

She didn't look out the window, but instead lowered her eyes, focusing on the teacup in front of her, from which wisps of white steam rose.

She exudes an air of elegance and nobility that comes with the passage of time.

Tina took a deep breath, a solemn expression on her face.

He stepped forward and approached her, saying, "Dear Ms. Ouyang, what a pleasant surprise! My schedule didn't show you here today. It's truly an unexpected honor."

Ouyang Xian Yue slowly raised her head, a faint smile appearing in her usually calm eyes.

She looked at Tina, her voice soft but clear enough to reach everyone present: "The best things in life... don't you always find them unexpectedly, Tina?"

Then, she turned her gaze to the two young and pretty girls behind Tina.

Speaking to Tina in an almost factual tone, he said, "You just flew back from Europe, you must still be jet-lagged. And you've been working hard on the new project at the family office lately. Go upstairs to the suite and get some rest. I'll take care of them from now on."

Tina's smile froze for a moment.

Finally, she bowed slightly, her posture impeccable, and replied, "Yes, Ms. Ouyang, you are right."

(End of this chapter)