I quickly got up from my workstation and went to the company lobby to wait for someone.
five minutes later.
Song Yang came out right on time.
As soon as he entered, his gaze fell on Zhu Suosuo.
After all, the other person's face was just as exquisite and outstanding as Fang Hui's.
That's not surprising, since both roles are played by the same person.
Even so, the two still have differences.
Compared to Zhu Suosuo at this time, Fang Hui, who had just entered university, was still somewhat immature.
Even after spending many times together, and having developed to the fullest extent, she has become increasingly feminine.
But the maturity that comes with youth still takes time to develop.
However, there is one thing that Zhu Suosuo cannot compare to.
That refers to the career path.
Actually, Fang Hui at the beginning was just like Zhu Suosuo now.
It's not as dramatic as saying it's a done deal, but it's not much better.
It was Song Yang's support behind the scenes that enabled Fang Hui's airport to rise to prominence.
When Song Yang noticed Zhu Suosuo.
Zhu Suosuo also noticed Song Yang. (acfd)
My first impression was, this man is so handsome!
He's even more handsome than those celebrities on TV!
Not only that, he also has a good figure, tall and upright.
Moreover, her temperament is also outstanding.
Every gesture he makes exudes confidence.
However, Zhu Suosuo has already moved beyond the stage of judging people by their looks.
When it comes to finding a boyfriend, good looks aren't the most important thing.
The client must be him, right?
Zhu Suosuo was somewhat uncertain, but she still got up and walked over:
"Are you the gentleman who wants to buy the house?"
"That's right, my name is Song Yang."
Song Yang nodded and extended his right hand.
"Hello, Mr. Song."
Zhu Suosuo was very polite and extended her right hand.
"Interact with the story character Zhu Suosuo: Get 3 chances to win a prize."
Ok?
Song Yang was somewhat surprised to hear the system notification.
I never imagined that a woman like Zhu Suosuo would still be a virgin.
It seems the driver who lied to her didn't eat meat.
Of course, it's also possible that Song Yang, this butterfly that strayed in, caused these subtle changes.
However, since she is a virgin, the situation is different.
I initially just wanted to have some casual fun, maybe even be her lover.
Now, a lover is still a lover.
However, the portion will definitely be heavier.
Song Yang doesn't discriminate between women.
Conversely, they won't act like a simp.
What is due will be given, but what is due must also be received.
Zhu Suosuo was unaware that Song Yang had already made arrangements for her.
All she knew was that, judging from the other person's demeanor, he was definitely a high-quality client.
There's a high probability that I'll close my first deal with the company today.
Therefore, Zhu Suosuo was exceptionally enthusiastic:
"Mr. Song, let me get you a glass of water."
“Let’s sit down and talk slowly.”
"Tell me your specific requirements for the house."
"Our Jingyan Real Estate is the largest real estate company in Shanghai."
"We can meet your requirements for all types of rooms, Mr. Song."
Song Yang stopped Zhu Suosuo, who was about to pour water, and shook his head, saying:
"Take me straight to see the apartment."
"If the house is nice, I'll buy it."
Zhu Suosuo was overjoyed upon hearing this.
They are indeed high-quality customers, so generous!
Without hesitation, he immediately replied:
"Okay, Mr. Song."
"Wait here for a moment, I'll go get the key."
Soon, Zhu Suosuo returned:
"Mr. Song, let's go."
"Ah."
Song Yang nodded.
After leaving the company, Zhu Suosuo expressed her apologies:
"Mr. Song, the building is quite far from the company."
"Let's take a taxi there."
She was playing hard to get, and then she said she was going to hitchhike on the street.
Song Yang saw through her trick, but didn't take it to heart.
It's normal for women to have some thoughts.
That's what makes it fun, isn't it?
"No need to bother."
Song Yang shook his head and pointed casually, saying:
“My car is right there.”
Zhu Suosuo looked in the direction Song Yang was pointing.
There was a Bentley parked there, exuding understated luxury.
They really are very capable!
Zhu Suosuo thought to herself.
Although she wasn't well-off, she was quite familiar with this kind of thing.
You can tell at a glance that this car is the latest model released today, and its price must be at least four million.
That's basically enough to buy an apartment in Shanghai.
However, based on her previous experience of being scammed, Zhu Suosuo still maintained the necessary vigilance.
What if this Mr. Song is also a driver for some large company?
You can't fall into the same pit twice.
So after getting into the car with Song Yang, Zhu Suosuo subtly probed:
"Mr. Song, this is the first time I've ever ridden in such an expensive car."
"Is there anything I should be aware of?"
Song Yang glanced at Zhu Suosuo, and he knew exactly what she was thinking.
They've been scammed so many times already!
"No need, anything is fine."
Song Yang smiled and said casually:
"I wonder if Miss Zhu has a driver's license?"
"some."
Zhu Suosuo was puzzled, but still answered truthfully:
I took the exam when I was in college.
That's perfect.
Song Yang nodded and suggested:
"I do not know the way."
"Miss Zhu, would you like to be my driver for a bit?"
"I'll drive?"
Zhu Suosuo was taken aback upon hearing this, and waved her hand, saying:
"Mr. Song, I wouldn't dare."
"I can't afford to pay for the damage if I get hit on the road."
"Ha ha..."
Song Yang smiled and said:
"If it's a collision, it's a collision."
"It's just a car, you don't need to pay for it."
In Song Yang's view, it was just a car.
What he wanted was Zhu Suosuo's car.
I just don't know how well it performs.
Chapter 471: Zhu Suosuo: Mr. Song is Rich and Powerful! The specific performance of a new car can only be accurately determined through driving. For example, how many horsepower the engine has, what its maximum RPM is before it explodes, and fuel consumption, etc., all require personal experience. The exterior design and lines are superficial and can be seen at a glance. But beyond that, the interior is also crucial and cannot be ignored. It requires a thorough understanding from the outside in. Seeing Song Yang's nonchalant attitude, unlike the previous driver who scrutinized even a single hair, the stark contrast in their actions gradually convinced Zhu Suosuo of Song Yang's capabilities. A sense of goodwill immediately arose within her. After all, this man was not only handsome but also capable. Moreover, he was very comfortable to be around. Although she really wanted to try driving a luxury car, Zhu Suosuo hesitated: "Mr. Song, why don't you drive?" She felt that doing so was a bit too hasty. After all, their relationship was still just that of customer and salesperson. Song Yang saw Zhu Suosuo's hesitation and understood her concerns. But he wasn't going to take back his words. So Song Yang looked at Zhu Suosuo very seriously: "Miss Zhu, I'm not used to being rejected." Meeting Song Yang's gaze, Zhu Suosuo felt a strong sense of pressure coming towards her. This man is too domineering! But what if she likes him a little? Zhu Suosuo's heart pounded wildly, and she pretended to be aggrieved, saying, "Then I'll listen to Mr. Song. But let me make this clear first. Don't blame me if you get hurt on the way."
"Haha..." Song Yang chuckled and shook his head, "No, it won't happen." Reassured by Song Yang's assurance, Zhu Suosuo felt relieved. She was about to open the car door and get out to experience driving a luxury car for the first time. However, at that moment, Song Yang suddenly remembered something and called out to Zhu Suosuo, who was about to open the door, "Wait." Zhu Suosuo was startled, thinking Song Yang had changed his mind. Turning around, she saw Song Yang reach into the back seat and take out a paper bag. "I stood Miss Zhu up yesterday." Song Yang took out a bag he had bought on the way and smiled, "This is what I bought on the way; consider it my apology for this." "Ah?" Zhu Suosuo was somewhat shocked. Are customers these days so good to salespeople? Just for standing someone up, he buys her a gift? And judging from the brand on the paper bag, this is top-tier luxury packaging. Although Zhu Suosuo didn't know what was inside, she knew it was definitely valuable. Giving such an expensive gift on their first meeting... As the saying goes, "Unsolicited kindness is either a lie or a thief." Could this Mr. Song be after her? In a flash, Zhu Suosuo considered this possibility. However, she wasn't dissatisfied at all. In fact, she felt a little smug. Zhu Suosuo was quite confident in her looks. For a high-quality man like Mr. Song to take a liking to her undoubtedly proved her charm. Considering what had happened before, Mr. Song had specifically requested her services, so perhaps he had been paying attention to her for a while. Thinking this way, Zhu Suosuo's mind started racing. But she also knew to maintain her composure and shook her head, saying, "Mr. Song, this is too precious. I can't accept it!" "Oh?" Song Yang gave Zhu Suosuo a deep look. He wanted to laugh inwardly; her eyes had been shining just now. "Since Miss Zhu doesn't want it, then forget it." Song Yang shook his head, then opened the window and continued, "Then this thing is useless to me." After saying that, he was about to throw it out. Seeing Song Yang's wasteful behavior, Zhu Suosuo subconsciously stopped him: "No!" Afraid of not being able to call out to Song Yang, she leaned over and snatched the paper bag from Song Yang's hand: "Don't throw it away, I'll take it, okay?" At this moment, Zhu Suosuo was almost entirely in Song Yang's arms. The position was ambiguous and easily led to misunderstandings. Smelling the fragrance emanating from Zhu Suosuo, Song Yang didn't do anything out of line. He wasn't in a hurry; sometimes the process itself is enjoyable. But some things are beyond one's control. Song Yang wasn't in a hurry, but his brother was! Such a stunning woman was practically in his arms, her delicate fragrance wafting towards him—how could he not react? And it was the most alluring fragrance of a virgin. So even though he hadn't had much rest since last night, it still caused a huge reaction! Almost instantly, Zhu Suosuo sensed it. She stole a glance and was horrified. Even without seeing his face, she could make out a general idea. But Zhu Suosuo didn't make a sound, lest the atmosphere become more awkward. Without showing any emotion, Zhu Suosuo slowly withdrew from the car, bag in hand. However, the space was limited, and Song Yang's condition was somewhat serious. Some bumping was inevitable during this movement. Zhu Suosuo's heart trembled; this was the first time she had been so close to a man. Even through several layers of clothing, she could still sense Song Yang's wealth and power. Zhu Suosuo feigned composure, and Song Yang didn't do anything at this moment. To ease the awkward atmosphere, Zhu Suosuo took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Song, let's change seats. I'll take you to see the properties." Saying this, she was about to push open the door and get out of the car. But Song Yang stopped her again, saying, "Miss Zhu, you can change in the car. You know my situation right now. If we go out now and someone sees us, they might think we're doing something in the car." Hearing Song Yang's words, Zhu Suosuo thought they made a lot of sense. But then she thought again, and realized there was a clear hint of flirting in his words. However, she wasn't angry; on the contrary, she completely agreed. In Zhu Suosuo's view, how could someone so handsome, young, and wealthy have any ulterior motives? "Okay." Zhu Suosuo nodded, agreeing to Song Yang's suggestion. However, agreeing was one thing, but changing seats in the car was another matter entirely. After all, the car space was limited, and she had already experienced the awkwardness of cramped space firsthand. Perhaps having already experienced it once, doing it again wouldn't be a big deal. Zhu Suosuo didn't know why, but she found the feeling of being instructed quite peculiar. Chapter 472: One foot in! However, agreeing was one thing, but changing seats in the car was another matter entirely. After all, the car's space was limited, and they had already experienced the awkwardness of cramped space firsthand. Perhaps having already gone through it once, another time wouldn't be a big deal. Zhu Suosuo didn't know why, but she felt a strange sense of being instructed. Actually, they could adjust the seats to expand the space, but it seemed both of them had forgotten about this feature. Song Yang unbuckled his seatbelt and said to Zhu Suosuo, "You come over first, then I'll go over." "Okay." Zhu Suosuo nodded. Then she carefully got up and stepped over the center console. Once she was over, from the outside, it looked as if Zhu Suosuo was sitting in Song Yang's lap. But in reality, there was no physical contact between them. Zhu Suosuo was suspended in mid-air, her hands gripping the steering wheel, and couldn't help but urge, "Mr. Song, you can go over now." "Hmm." Song Yang nodded, not taking advantage of the situation. He then moved to the passenger seat, using the narrow space left by Zhu Suosuo. Seeing Song Yang's obedience, Zhu Suosuo felt a little relieved. She was a little worried that Song Yang would take advantage of her. As Song Yang moved, she adjusted her position as well. Once Song Yang was fully in the car, she could experience the thrill of driving a luxury car. But unsurprisingly, an accident happened. Zhu Suosuo, who had hardly ever driven a car, accidentally stepped on the accelerator. Almost instantly, the car lurched forward. "Ah..." Zhu Suosuo's face turned pale with fright, and she couldn't help but scream. This was a test of a driver's quick thinking. Song Yang hadn't expected this unexpected turn of events. But he reacted quickly, sitting back down amidst Zhu Suosuo's scream. He then slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop in time. The car's momentum caused Zhu Suosuo to lean forward, then fall back into Song Yang's lap, landing heavily on his legs. This time, Zhu Suosuo's sensation was even more intense. No, it was far more serious than that, almost like she was about to break down the door. Because she was wearing a short skirt, thankfully she had leggings underneath as a layer of protection. Otherwise…! This accident would have been truly unforgettable! Even so, Zhu Suosuo was completely numb. It was the first time she'd encountered something like this, and it felt as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant. Her face, which had been deathly pale with fright, flushed red at the same time. At that moment, Zhu Suosuo dared not move. She could only lower her head and whisper, "Mr. Song, I have no strength left." "Please take me to the back seat." Now Zhu Suosuo didn't mention driving anymore. If this continued, she would become the one being driven. "Let's leave it at that for now." Faced with Zhu Suosuo's request, Song Yang shook his head and refused: "I'm in a hurry, I need to go see the house now." "You give me directions, I'll drive!" "How can I drive like that?" Zhu Suosuo looked shocked; she was sitting on his lap! Song Yang chuckled. He was an experienced driver; he wouldn't be bothered by such a small thing. Besides, this wasn't the first time he'd driven like this. Even if things got serious, it wasn't unheard of. Without giving Zhu Suosuo a chance to refuse, Song Yang slammed on the gas. "Ah..." Zhu Suosuo couldn't help but cry out as the engine roared to life. The instant the car started, she felt herself getting closer to Song Yang. Now that the car was moving, Zhu Suosuo dared not move. If she distracted Song Yang and an accident occurred, it would be disastrous. She was still so young and beautiful. She'd spent the first half of her life living under someone else's roof and hadn't yet enjoyed a truly comfortable life. So, to prevent any accidents, even though she felt a little uncomfortable, she still urged, "Mr. Song, please drive slowly." "Don't worry, I'm a very skilled driver," Song Yang nodded with a smile, then added, "Ms. Zhu, could you please fasten your seatbelt?" Zhu Suosuo hesitated. She was now sitting very close to Song Yang's lap. If she fastened her seatbelt, she might just squeeze right in. But Song Yang was right. Safety first. After a moment's hesitation, Zhu Suosuo did as she was told. Once she fastened her seatbelt, sure enough, the feeling intensified... as if half a foot had already slipped through the crack in the door. In an instant, Zhu Suosuo's body trembled. Something seemed to be spreading. She tried to control it, but couldn't. Even without prior experience, Zhu Suosuo knew her current state perfectly well. She knew what it was. She was aroused! It wasn't because she had fallen for the man. Rather, their contact had stirred up her most primal instincts. Zhu Suosuo felt utterly helpless; she didn't want it to be this way. But she truly couldn't help it; reason couldn't stop her. She simply never imagined that her first stirrings of emotion would occur under such circumstances. Within minutes, Zhu Suosuo felt somewhat dazed. However, she immediately snapped back to reality when they went over the speed bumps. Even with the Bentley's exceptional shock absorption, some bumps were unavoidable. Not to mention Song Yang's deliberate actions. After several bumps and jolting, the progress bar seemed to move forward a little. Taking safety into consideration, Song Yang drove very slowly, using the address he'd gotten from Zhu Suosuo. What should have been a ten-minute drive took half an hour. But regardless, they finally arrived. Seeing their destination come into view, Zhu Suosuo breathed a huge sigh of relief. They were finally there! Unlike Zhu Suosuo, who was tense throughout, Song Yang was quite relaxed. As for enjoying himself, it wasn't particularly enjoyable; just some amusing embellishments. If you really want to enjoy yourself, you have to go inside. What's the point of standing outside? It's not like it's a torrential downpour where you can pass by your home three times without going in. Song Yang stopped the car and said to Zhu Suosuo in his arms, "Miss Zhu, we've arrived." "Mm." Zhu Suosuo nodded. She tried to get up, but unfortunately, she really didn't have the strength. She could only look at Song Yang with pleading eyes, "Mr. Song, could you please get out of the car first? Let me rest a bit, okay?" "No problem." Song Yang was very understanding. He nodded and unbuckled his seatbelt, then opened the car door, reached out and put his arm around Zhu Suosuo's slender waist, lifting her up. After getting out of the car, he put her back in her seat. Chapter 473: This house has a really nice layout! Looking at Song Yang standing outside the car, Zhu Suosuo scrutinized him once more. This time, however, it wasn't from a salesperson's perspective, but rather that of a single woman facing an outstanding man. After all, he had almost gotten close to her; how could she not have some romantic thoughts? Although she didn't know him well enough, in their brief time together, Song Yang's qualities, both in terms of his physical attributes and his personal qualities, were exceptional. If she could have a boyfriend like that, she would definitely be willing. It's no wonder Zhu Suosuo was so easily manipulated by Song Yang. Being handsome, young, and wealthy can indeed make many women more forgiving. If it were anyone else, they would have called the police long ago. How could all of what just happened have occurred? Zhu Suosuo's gaze fell on Song Yang. She quickly found something that needed immediate attention, and it was her own fault. But strictly speaking, she couldn't be entirely blamed. The bumpy ride had inevitably stirred her emotions. Noticing Zhu Suosuo's gaze, Song Yang smiled: "Just a little wet. It's alright, Miss Zhu." Zhu Suosuo remained silent, quickly averting her gaze. After a long pause, she finally looked at Song Yang and slowly asked, "Mr. Song, are you married?" She didn't ask if Song Yang had a girlfriend. Zhu Suosuo knew very well that it was normal for a high-quality man like Song Yang to have a girlfriend. But as long as he wasn't married, it meant there was still a chance. So whether he had a girlfriend or not really didn't matter. Song Yang shook his head and truthfully replied, "No." He was indeed honest and wasn't lying. Song Yang really wasn't married yet, although he had several girlfriends. As for women he was close to, there were even more. Having gotten the answer she wanted most, Zhu Suosuo felt a surge of joy. Suddenly, she was full of energy. She didn't ask any other questions but got out of the car: "Mr. Song, let's go." "Let's go look at houses." But as soon as she got out of the car, Zhu Suosuo realized she was facing the same problem as Song Yang. And compared to Song Yang, her problem was even more obvious. If others saw this, it would definitely lead to misunderstandings. Although there had been some ambiguity along the way, ultimately nothing was discovered. She remained stuck at the point of being half-heartedly involved, kept at a distance. To avoid embarrassment, Zhu Suosuo could only look at Song Yang. "Mr. Song, can you do me a favor?" "Yes." Song Yang nodded and took off his coat. After all, he was the one who caused Zhu Suosuo's problem, so helping to clean up the mess was only right. "Thank you." Zhu Suosuo thanked him and wrapped the coat around her waist. Originally, Zhu Suosuo had planned to take Song Yang to the sales office to see the model first. But considering her current situation, wearing a customer's coat, what kind of look was that? So she skipped that step and said to Song Yang, "Mr. Song, I'll take you directly to see the sample room." "Okay." Song Yang nodded in agreement. Afterwards, Zhu Suosuo led Song Yang to the back of the development. This development had been on sale for some time, offering both pre-sale and completed units. Because they were fully furnished, some residents had already moved in. The so-called "model apartments" were just samples for potential clients. They were fully furnished and equipped with appliances, essentially move-in ready. Of course, not all clients would like the style of the company's model apartments. Taking the key and opening the door, Zhu Suosuo began her explanation. She mentioned things like the north-facing orientation, excellent natural light, convenient transportation, and all the surrounding amenities. She also mentioned the greenery within the community, etc. Basically, it was all the usual sales pitches. Zhu Suosuo was very perceptive and seemed to sense that Song Yang didn't like listening to sales tactics. When she led Song Yang to the bedroom, she apologized, "Mr. Song, I'm so sorry." "This is my first time showing a house to a client." "Please forgive me if there's anything I didn't do well." "I think Ms. Zhu's explanation is quite good," Song Yang first affirmed Zhu Suosuo's work ability. Then his gaze fell on her, until Zhu Suosuo lowered her head, unable to bear it any longer, before she spoke: "The layout is nice, but I wonder how it will feel to live here." Zhu Suosuo didn't understand the implied meaning in Song Yang's words, assuming it was simply his intention to buy the house, and immediately affirmed: "I'm sure you'll be satisfied with living here, Mr. Song! To be honest, it's my lifelong dream! To own a house like this in Shanghai." "Is that so?" Song Yang remained noncommittal, smiling: "I think Miss Zhu will soon realize her dream." This time, Zhu Suosuo understood. But she was unsure if he was implying something. If so, her dream was truly about to come true. But if that were the case, Zhu Suosuo hesitated. Would Song Yang think she was a gold digger, using a house to win her over? But then she thought about the value of the house, and it seemed there was no reason to refuse. Moreover, in Zhu Suosuo's view, there was nothing wrong with women being materialistic. Pursuing a better life is human nature! Zhu Suosuo pretended not to understand Song Yang's meaning and smiled, "Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Song." "No need for my kind words," Song Yang shook his head, preparing to reveal his true intentions. Having seen the flicker in Zhu Suosuo's eyes earlier, he knew exactly what she was thinking. He was quite knowledgeable about women, if not intimately familiar with them. This was all experience gained from his rich life experiences. Especially when it came to women like Zhu Suosuo, who were completely naive. Chapter 474: Zhu Suosuo: I'm willing to do anything! Song Yang sat down on the bedside and patted the seat next to him. "Miss Zhu, come sit here." "Mr. Song..." Zhu Suosuo hesitated. She knew Song Yang was about to get serious. A flicker of fire danced in his eyes as he looked at her. And his gaze seemed to reach the clouds. Seeing Zhu Suosuo's reluctance, Song Yang smiled, not caring. A gold digger, after all. Especially one who'd been fooled before. Having been tricked, she wouldn't act without a sure thing. Fortunately, Song Yang was good at many things, but he had plenty of "rabbits." No, he had played with many "rabbits." A woman like Zhu Suosuo was easy to get with money. Just like when he first met Yang Zixi in Beijing. She had a boyfriend then, but she still went to a hotel with him and let him do whatever he wanted, playing all sorts of games. A woman's reserve was just a matter of weighing the pros and cons. Song Yang wouldn't have any problem with this kind of woman. A mistress, as long as she was pretty and obedient, was fine. What else could he possibly ask for? Feelings could be cultivated over time. After all, familiarity breeds fondness. Plus, there's the system's skill bonus. Letting him have a serious relationship with Zhu Suosuo would be a complete waste of time; it's much more practical to be straightforward. You like the new house, and I like yours. Isn't that perfect? A perfect match! Song Yang remained seated on the bed, looking at the motionless Zhu Suosuo, and asked, "Miss Zhu, did you bring the purchase contract?" "Yes," Zhu Suosuo replied, her heart skipping a beat. She took the agreement out of her bag and, moreover, pulled out a card reader. Song Yang smiled slightly, and without further ado, pulled a card from his pocket and tossed it into Zhu Suosuo's lap. His movements were precise, the card accurately embedded in her chest. Zhu Suosuo felt humiliated by Song Yang's actions. But his next words left her with no complaints. Without even glancing at the contract he had mentioned, Song Yang said, "Ms. Zhu, please swipe your card. You can sign your name on the contract." Zhu Suosuo was stunned, exclaiming in disbelief, "Mr. Song, you're not joking, are you?" "Haha..." Song Yang shook his head and smiled, saying seriously, "I never joke like this. But I believe Ms. Zhu understands what I mean." Understand! How could she not understand! Zhu Suosuo thought to herself. You've gone to such lengths, what else could I not understand? No, what else was there to hesitate about! At this moment, Zhu Suosuo no longer cared that they had only just met. Her gaze was fixed on the contract in her hand, somewhat lost in thought. Zhu Suosuo truly hadn't expected her dream to come true so easily. A house of her own was within reach. All she had to do was sign her name. As for the price behind it… no, it couldn't be considered a price. It was that she had met a man who truly cared for her. He was so good to her; could you say he wasn't sincere? Zhu Suosuo silently told herself, "This isn't about being materialistic, nor is it about selling my body. This is about finding true love!" After mentally preparing herself, Zhu Suosuo didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately signed her name on the contract. Then, holding the card, she looked at Song Yang, seemingly asking if it was really possible to pay by card. "Go ahead," Song Yang nodded. A few million was no different from a few dollars in his eyes. He was going to give Zhu Suosuo hundreds of millions more later. The housing prices in Shanghai hadn't yet reached the exaggerated levels they would in a decade or two. But even in ordinary locations, it was still tens of thousands per square meter. A house of about 100 square meters would cost around a few million. With Song Yang's confirmation, Zhu Suosuo's hand trembled slightly as she held the card. With the machine's notification sound, everything was settled. Was this what it meant to own her own house? Zhu Suosuo felt like she was dreaming. From now on, she could escape the life of living under someone else's roof. No more going to her uncle's house, no more going to her best friend's house. She could do whatever she wanted in her own home. All of this had come so easily! "Miss Zhu." Song Yang's voice brought Zhu Suosuo back to her senses. She turned her head and met Song Yang's gaze. She knew what she should do. She also knew that it was time for her to give. But at this moment, Zhu Suosuo lost her previous reserve. In the instant she came to her senses, she threw herself into Song Yang's arms: "Brother Song, you're so good to me!" "It's nothing." Song Yang pushed Zhu Suosuo away, making her stand properly in front of him, and continued, "Now it's your turn to do things for me." Zhu Suosuo's pretty face flushed, and she whispered, "Brother Song, I'll do anything you ask!" "But this is my first time." "Be gentle." "Don't worry." Song Yang nodded in agreement, pointing to the bathroom, "Go take a shower first." Although it was a model room, it already had water and electricity. "Okay." "Zhu Suosuo responded and walked into the bathroom with a trembling heart. A moment later, she emerged. She slowly walked to Song Yang and asked, "Brother Song, what should I do?" "Kneel down." A dozen minutes later. The immense pain told Zhu Suosuo she wasn't dreaming. But it also heralded her complete transformation into a woman. Looking at the man looking down at her, she felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. She quickly became immersed in it, unable to extricate herself. She sang to the rhythm Song Yang led. The winds rose and the clouds surged, the mountains roared and the seas surged! Before they knew it, darkness had fallen outside. But the lights in the room remained on. Zhu Suosuo, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling with sobs, cried out, "Brother Song, I really can't take it anymore! This house is so hard to get!" She suffered a lot that afternoon! Although she felt physically and mentally refreshed, Zhu Suosuo knew that if things continued like this, things would really go wrong. She had just taken a look at herself and realized she had blossomed a little too much. In layman's terms, she had completely exposed herself! Chapter 475: The new house is so comfortable! It's worth mentioning that Zhu Suosuo's house was quite nice in every way, from the greenery outside to the interior design. Of course, this brand-new house, after some renovations, was now in a state of disrepair. That was unavoidable, after all, it was meant to be lived in. But in a few days, it would be ready to move in again. Looking at Zhu Suosuo's pitiful, pleading eyes, Song Yang knew she had reached her limit. Continuing would be counterproductive. He didn't want a beautiful house to become uncomfortable to live in due to excessive renovations. So, for the sake of a pleasant stay every time, Song Yang nodded and smiled, "Okay, then we'll continue next time." Actually, if he really wanted to, he could stay somewhere else. But considering this was his first meeting with Zhu Suosuo, he didn't take any shortcuts. He'd leave eventually anyway, so there was no need to rush through all three options at once. Seeing that Song Yang had agreed not to torment her, Zhu Suosuo's heart finally settled down. She was genuinely worried about dying there. For a moment, she almost thought she was going to die. But she had to admit, being with Song Yang was truly captivating. Although she had suffered a lot that afternoon. Nestled in Song Yang's arms to rest, Zhu Suosuo couldn't help but ask, "Brother Song, aren't we moving too fast?" "We only met for the first time today." "Don't you think I'm cheap?" "No." Song Yang shook his head, admiring Zhu Suosuo's pretty face, which had become even more charming than before. He was thinking about when to have Fang Hui come over so he could properly compare the two of them. Actually, Song Yang already had a good idea of the differences between the two. But science is all about verification; it requires real comparison. Song Yang was a very scientific person. Zhu Suosuo was unaware of all this, enjoying the calm after the storm. Hearing Song Yang say no, a charming smile bloomed on her still-rosy face: "Brother Song, I don't even know what you do for a living. I don't even know how old you are." "You'll find out about your job later," Song Yang shook his head, then said, "As for how old you are, didn't you just experience it for yourself?" "Oh..." Seeing that Song Yang had misunderstood her meaning, Zhu Suosuo blushed; "Brother Song, you're so naughty! You know I'm asking about your age." "Actually, it's about the same." Song Yang smiled, not hiding anything, and said truthfully, "22." "What?!" Zhu Suosuo was shocked upon hearing this, and jumped up directly from Song Yang's arms. But then, her brows furrowed, and the pain from her injuries made her gasp sharply. After calming down a bit, Zhu Suosuo exclaimed in surprise, "You're only 22!" "So young?" She really couldn't believe that Song Yang was so young. Three years younger than her. Although Song Yang looked relatively young, she felt that this man was very mature when they were together. So Zhu Suosuo thought Song Yang looked young because he took good care of himself. He probably wasn't older than her, but they were about the same age. Little did she know, he genuinely looked young. Song Yang looked at Zhu Suosuo, a half-smile on his face, and said, "Still young!" Zhu Suosuo trembled, afraid of suffering again, and quickly said, "No, no!" They chatted and rested for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, Song Yang asked, "Are you rested enough?" "Let's go get some food first, then I'll take you home." "Okay." Zhu Suosuo nodded, stretching her limbs. Although there was still some soreness and swelling, it no longer affected her mobility. Then the two got out of bed and dressed. After they were ready, they looked back at the bedroom. Well, it wasn't particularly messy. It was just that a few bright red stains on the sheets were a bit too glaring. Zhu Suosuo's gaze fell on them, and she sighed inwardly. She hadn't expected that just selling a house would transform her into a woman. However, Zhu Suosuo was now considering that this was a show flat. There were other salespeople involved; if someone else brought a client to see the apartment, everyone would know what had happened. If she went back to the company and found out she had taken the keys and brought a client, her affair with Song Yang might become common knowledge at the company. To avoid this, Zhu Suosuo went over and removed the soiled sheets and blankets. She planned to call a cleaning lady tomorrow to clean up and change the sheets. That way, no one would know. Only she and Song Yang would know how intense their encounter had been in the bedroom of the model apartment. Song Yang saw Zhu Suosuo's actions but didn't stop her. Afterwards, the two left. Zhu Suosuo initially planned to throw away the soiled sheets. But then she thought, since she already had them, she might as well keep them as a souvenir. They were proof of her becoming a woman. During dinner, Zhu Suosuo received a call from Yang Ke. Yang Ke had received the information from Song Yang's card payment and knew that Zhu Suosuo had handled the transaction. Yang Ke called Zhu Suosuo at that time, but her phone was already off. Of course, even if it weren't, she wouldn't have had time to waste words, as she was too busy to speak. After Zhu Suosuo hung up, Song Yang said, "Suosuo, prepare a few more copies of the purchase contract tomorrow." "Huh?" Zhu Suosuo was taken aback and exclaimed, "You're buying more?" "Yes." Song Yang nodded and smiled, "One isn't enough." "But I won't come tomorrow." "I'll arrange for someone to come and sign the contract with you." "Okay, I'll have it ready tomorrow." Zhu Suosuo was a little suspicious, but didn't ask further. After all, they had only known each other for one day. Although their relationship had progressed rapidly and was already quite deep, some things were better understood gradually. Chapter 476: Jiang Nansun Spy Glancing at Zhu Suosuo's Prestige! After dinner, Song Yang drove Zhu Suosuo to her place. At this time, Zhu Suosuo was temporarily staying at Jiang Nansun's house, which looked like an expensive mansion. But Song Yang knew that Jiang Nansun's family was facing a crisis. At first, Zhu Suosuo thought Song Yang would take her home. But he didn't, and she didn't ask any questions. "Honey, I'm leaving." Zhu Suosuo unbuckled her seatbelt, feeling a little reluctant. Although she had only known Song Yang for less than a day, he was still her first man and would be her last. Besides physical and emotional satisfaction, he also gave her a home. Thinking of the purchase contract in her bag, Zhu Suosuo couldn't contain herself. She got up, leaned in, and kissed Song Yang on the cheek. She wouldn't have to live under someone else's roof anymore. She didn't even have to wait for the future. The development had ready-built apartments, and she could move in in the next couple of days. She just needed to buy some furniture and appliances. "Mm." Song Yang nodded. He didn't care about how Zhu Suosuo addressed him. He didn't know how many women had called him that. Even Gu Jia and Zhong Xiaoqin, who were married before, would ignore their husbands' calls when they were carried away with their passions. Sometimes, Xu Huanshan would even be listening outside. One wonders what Xu Huanshan was thinking back then. Watching Song Yang drive away, Zhu Suosuo clenched her fist tightly. After a lifetime of misery, things had finally turned around. She could see a happy life beckoning her. As long as she held onto this young man, everything would be alright. "Suosuo." Just then, a familiar voice rang out, interrupting Zhu Suosuo's beautiful vision of their future. Zhu Suosuo turned around and saw Jiang Nansun walking towards her. As she approached, Jiang Nansun glanced in the direction Song Yang had left and asked curiously, "Suosuo, who brought you back? Driving a Bentley, was it a high-ranking executive at your company?" Jiang Nansun had also just returned from outside. She had seen Zhu Suosuo get into a Bentley as soon as she got out of her car. Her family was well-off, and she was familiar with many luxury cars. It was obvious at a glance that the car was quite valuable. "Of course not," Zhu Suosuo knew Jiang Nansun was reminding her. After all, she'd been tricked before, but thankfully she hadn't been taken advantage of. "Then what is it?" Jiang Nansun asked curiously. "Hehe," Zhu Suosuo smiled brightly, excitedly saying, "It's my new boyfriend!" "Really? Suosuo," Jiang Nansun frowned, pouring cold water on her enthusiasm, "I vaguely remember you mentioning him before. You've only known him for a few days? Don't get scammed again!" "No way," Zhu Suosuo shook her head and laughed, "He already gave me an apartment." "And I've already paid for it, the contract is even in my name." "Do you think it's possible to scam someone for such a high price?" "What?!" Jiang Nansun was stunned. An apartment in Shanghai isn't cheap, at least a million yuan. He hadn't heard Zhu Suosuo mention a boyfriend before. They must have only started dating in the last couple of days. Giving away an apartment after knowing each other for so short? “Nan Sun, I know it’s hard to believe.” Meeting Jiang Nan Sun’s gaze, Zhu Suosuo became even happier. “But it’s all true.” “Come with me to see it these next couple of days when you’re free.” “And help me decorate so I can move in.” Late at night. In Jiang Nan Sun’s bedroom. The bedside lamp emitted a faint light, resisting the invasion of darkness. Jiang Nan Sun stared blankly at the ceiling, her eyes wide open. She knew about her family’s situation. She knew her father had borrowed a lot of money to speculate in stocks. And those stocks had plummeted to rock bottom. They were practically worthless. She really wanted to help her father through this difficult time, but there was really nothing she could do. However, after learning that Zhu Suosuo had a wealthy boyfriend, Jiang Nan Sun’s mind immediately became active. The two of them had a very good relationship. They basically didn’t hide anything from each other. So after a round of questioning, Jiang Nan Sun got the gist of it. At first, she really didn’t believe that a man would buy a house for a woman he had only known for less than a day. But the purchase contract and the payment records were all real. No wonder Zhu Suosuo would give herself to him. That's why she's sleeping so soundly now. She must have been exhausted from being with Song Yang. I wonder how she managed to get through it. Thinking of this, Jiang Nansun glanced at the sleeping Zhu Suosuo. Even now, she still felt lingering fear. Learning from Zhu Suosuo about Song Yang's wealth and power had truly startled her. Although Jiang Nansun hadn't experienced it herself, she still knew some related knowledge. After all, she was in her twenties. You could say she was a virgin, and that wasn't impossible. After all, there are always women in the world who remain chaste. But to say you knew nothing would be too unbelievable. Thinking about her family's predicament, Jiang Nansun couldn't sleep at all. She glanced at Zhu Suosuo and got out of bed. She moved very carefully, making no noise whatsoever. But Jiang Nansun knew that even without being so careful, she probably wouldn't wake the sleeping Zhu Suosuo. After getting out of bed, she found Zhu Suosuo's phone. She opened the WeChat contacts and found the WeChat account labeled "Husband." Clicking on it, she saw many messages. There were text messages and pictures. Most of the text messages were sent by Zhu Suosuo, mostly things like "Goodnight, I miss you" before bed. The pictures, however, were sent by the other party. The content of the pictures made Jiang Nansun blush. Unable to resist her curiosity, she clicked on one. Instantly, her eyes widened. Zhu Suosuo hadn't lied; it really was that scary. The more she looked, the more horrified Jiang Nansun became. That tiny hole could actually hold such a large thing. She didn't want to look, but her curiosity wouldn't let her. In the end, she looked at all the dozen or so photos Song Yang had sent. These photos, taken from different angles, contained different things. They were truly eye-opening for Jiang Nansun. Chapter 477: Jiang Nansun Requests to Add Friends! So, hands aren't just for eating. So, legs aren't just for walking. Perhaps she was engrossed in what she was looking at, but Jiang Nansun felt her legs go weak. Her cheeks flushed; she touched them, and they were hot, like she had a fever. She knew this was a sign of being moved. It was just hard to believe that her first experience of being moved was because of seeing photos of others being intimate. She'd never felt this way with her boyfriend. Although it might be because they'd always maintained a respectful distance and never crossed any lines. And it had to be said, Song Yang's posture in the photos was incredibly attractive. His physique and the bold, unrestrained movements were captivating. Most women would probably be unable to look away. Jiang Nansun was a normal woman; even without physical attraction, she was still instinctively drawn to him. Not to mention, she had ulterior motives towards her best friend's boyfriend. After learning about Zhu Suosuo's boyfriend's situation, Jiang Nansun began to consider how to use this to help her father through his difficulties. These past few days, she had noticed that her father's emotions were somewhat unstable. Who knows when she might succumb to the pressure of debt and do something rash? To prevent such a tragedy, Jiang Nansun had to try every possible solution. She considered having Zhu Suosuo ask Song Yang for money. However, considering they had only known each other for a day, even though they had already been intimate, the amount she needed was substantial. Besides, he was Zhu Suosuo's boyfriend and had no obligation to help her. Besides this plan, Jiang Nansun also considered having Zhu Suosuo mortgage the house. This money wouldn't pay off the debt, but it would provide some relief. However, this was only a temporary solution. Unless the stock market recovered, which was unlikely. Jiang Nansun shook her head; she didn't believe the stock market would recover. Not only did she, someone who knew nothing about the stock market, not believe it. Even her father, who had incurred huge debts, didn't believe it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have noticed his suicidal tendencies. To prevent such a tragedy from happening, Jiang Nansun thought long and hard, and only one solution remained. Thinking of this, Jiang Nansun's eyes darkened. She turned her head to look at the bed, her gaze falling on the sleeping Zhu Suosuo. She didn't know what Zhu Suosuo was dreaming about, but even in her sleep, a smile remained on her face. Seeing this, a hint of apology flashed in Jiang Nansun's eyes: "Suosuo, I might have to apologize to you." "I didn't want this to happen either!" "We're family, and I don't think you'd want to see my father driven to suicide, would you?" The only solution Jiang Nansun could think of, and perhaps the only way to resolve her family's crisis once and for all, was to use her own advantages to steal Zhu Suosuo's boyfriend. Once Zhu Suosuo's boyfriend became hers, he would have no reason not to help with her family's affairs. Moreover, Jiang Nansun believed that with her charm, he would absolutely not refuse her. In her eyes, she was younger and prettier than Zhu Suosuo. If she were willing to lower her pride even slightly, she guaranteed to make him swoon. Once it was done, she could then manipulate him. Jiang Nansun even fantasized that she wouldn't need to make the same sacrifices as Zhu Suosuo; she could simply give him her body and achieve her goal. However, Jiang Nansun also knew that time was of the essence. She didn't have much time to play games with him and needed to make certain sacrifices to accomplish this as quickly as possible. Taking a deep breath and suppressing her guilt towards Zhu Suosuo, Jiang Nansun took out her phone, thinking to herself: "I'll start by adding him on WeChat." Song Yang was unaware that he was being targeted by a woman. He had no idea that she was a woman who wanted to leech off him. Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care. As for leeching off him, leeching off him was fine, and sucking wasn't entirely impossible. But if she really wanted to suck his blood, it would depend on how capable Jiang Nansun was. At this moment, Song Yang was at Zou Yu's house. However, he wasn't resting in Zou Yu's bedroom. Instead, after Zou Yu had fallen asleep from exhaustion, he went to Zou Yue's room. Zou Yue hadn't forgotten her status and suggested, "Master, why don't we go outside and play? We haven't gone out for a stroll in a long time." "Sure." Song Yang thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Indeed, as Zou Yue said, it had been a long time since he'd gone out for some excitement. Since the dog had said so, he might as well grant her wish. Seeing Song Yang agree, Zou Yue excitedly jumped up from the ground. Just thinking about what was about to happen made her feel even more nauseous. After Zou Yue packed up the things they would need, the two of them quietly left together. Next, they needed to find a secluded place. "Ding-dong..." Just as they got into the car, a cell phone notification sounded. "Master, it's your cell phone." "Zou Yue glanced at Song Yang's pocket and reminded him. Song Yang didn't intend to pay attention; it was too late for a message. Probably some lonely woman trying to get his attention. He was used to this. Sometimes he'd reply, sometimes he'd ignore it. Seeing Song Yang's indifference, Zou Yue thought she could do something for her master. She also wanted to see who was messaging him so late. Zou Yue's thoughts were basically the same as Song Yang's. So she wanted to show off that she was with her master. Reaching out, Zou Yue slipped her hand into Song Yang's pocket. What should have been a simple task took her a long time to retrieve the phone. Song Yang didn't stop her and drove to a suitable location. Zou Yue opened the phone and saw many unread messages. Without exception, they were all women's names. Zou Yue knew that her master's WeChat contacts were only women. But after scrolling through, she realized the source of the notification sound. "Master, someone has added you as a friend." Zou Yue clicked on the message and reported to Song Yang, who was driving, "She said she's Zhu Suosuo's best friend." "Hmm?" Song Yang was somewhat surprised and nodded, "See why she added me." "Yes, Master." Having received Song Yang's approval, Zou Yue immediately agreed. Chapter 478: We need Jiang Nansun to post a selfie! On the other side. "I'm sorry, Suosuo." "I had no choice but to do this." "I believe you will forgive me!" Standing by the bed, Jiang Nansun looked at the sleeping Zhu Suosuo. She didn't speak, only expressing her apology in her heart. Because Jiang Nansun also knew that what she did was immoral. She and Zhu Suosuo were best friends, closer than sisters. And now she was preparing to seduce her boyfriend. She sent Song Yang a friend request, wondering when it would be accepted. Just as she was about to go to bed, "Ding-dong..." a crisp notification sound came. Jiang Nansun looked up sharply and saw her screen light up. Clicking on it, she saw that the other party had accepted the friend request. Instinctively, a smile appeared on Jiang Nansun's face. This was the most difficult step! Even the best fighting skills are useless if you can't get in touch with the other person. The next step is to arrange a meeting. Take the opportunity to show off a charm even more alluring than Zhu Suosuo's. But Jiang Nansun still hesitated. Should she be decisive and get straight to the point? Or should she stall for time and let the other person take the initiative? After thinking about it, Jiang Nansun decided it was better to be decisive. After all, time wasn't on her side. The huge debt pressure was almost crushing her father. She opened WeChat and sent a message: "Mr. Song, I'm Suosuo's best friend." "My name is Jiang Nansun." "Is there something you need so late?" Song Yang replied quickly, almost instantly. Actually, it was Zou Yue who replied; Song Yang was still driving. But Jiang Nansun didn't know this and went straight to the point: "Mr. Song, I have something I'd like to ask you." "Are you free tomorrow?" "Let's meet somewhere." After a slight hesitation, Jiang Nansun added: "Just the two of us." "Back to Song Yang's side." Seeing the message from Jiang Nansun, Zou Yue chuckled, "It seems like this Jiang Nansun is trying to seduce you, Master." She invited Song Yang out, specifically emphasizing that it would just be the two of them. The meaning was obvious. "Oh?" Song Yang tilted his head slightly. Zou Yue, understanding, handed him her hand, showing him several messages from Jiang Nansun. Did she need something? Song Yang's mind was quick, and knowing the plot, he quickly guessed a possibility. Jiang Nansun probably knew about his family's situation and was trying to borrow money. As for how Jiang Nansun added him as a friend, it was probably Zhu Suosuo. In the drama, their relationship was incredibly close. Song Yang had originally planned for them to be inseparable, competing against each other. He hadn't expected the opportunity to come so quickly! "But..." Song Yang smirked, "Have her send over a few sexy photos." Regardless of whether Jiang Nansun truly needed his help, he'd test the waters first. As for the consequences if Zhu Suosuo found out, Song Yang hadn't even considered it. She was just a lover; what could she do if she knew? "Okay, Master," Zou Yue perked up immediately. "Meeting is fine." "Send over a few photos first. Sexy ones, without clothes." "Ah..." Jiang Nansun gasped softly upon seeing Song Yang's message. She was furious. She truly hadn't expected such an outrageous request after just adding him as a friend. Asking for photos was one thing, but to be naked was another. Suddenly, Jiang Nansun remembered Zhu Suosuo's photos. It seemed the other party had such a perverted fetish. In the past, Jiang Nansun would have refused without hesitation. She might even have scolded Song Yang and told Zhu Suosuo to see what kind of person her boyfriend was. But now, she was the one needing his help. Continuing with my old temper will only make things worse. Am I really going to take those kinds of photos and send them to the other person? A few minutes later. Jiang Nansun bit her lip and resolutely walked into the bathroom. To save her father, this was the only way. Besides, in Jiang Nansun's mind, since she had already decided to steal Zhu Suosuo's boyfriend, being seen by him was only a matter of time. Now it was just happening sooner. Entering the bathroom, Jiang Nansun looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was delicate, her skin was fair, and her figure was slender. The only flaw was that her cleavage wasn't very prominent. But it didn't affect Jiang Nansun's self-confidence. "Anren, I'm sorry." She silently apologized to her current boyfriend. Jiang Nansun raised her phone. A moment later. She looked at the photos she had taken and wished she could delete them immediately. The content of the photos was something even her boyfriend hadn't seen. Now she was going to send them to a man she hadn't even met. Hesitating, Jiang Nansun gritted her teeth and sent the photos. She didn't send all the photos at once. Instead, she sent two. One was a selfie, a normal photo. The other was also a selfie, but she was wearing underwear. "It actually came!" Zou Yue was somewhat surprised upon receiving Jiang Nansun's reply, then looked at Song Yang and couldn't help but laugh, "Master, maybe you'll get another dog." "Let's see." Song Yang remained noncommittal, having Zou Yue open the photo. Upon seeing it, he realized the other party hadn't followed his demands. But this was enough to confirm Song Yang's suspicions. Jiang Nansun genuinely needed his help to agree to this almost humiliating request. Once he knew her weakness, she would be much easier to manipulate. "Tell her I'm busy tomorrow," Song Yang instructed Zou Yue to reply with this message. He wanted to continue pushing Jiang Nansun to cross his bottom line. Since she was demanding something of him, obedience was the only fair course of action. No clothes? Then no clothes at all. Not even a single piece! "Okay!" Zou Yue chuckled. She really enjoyed this kind of fun. She hadn't expected to run into something like this while out having fun today. "I'm busy tomorrow." Chapter 479: Jiang Nansun: Is Someone Hunting a Tiger? "I'm busy tomorrow!" Looking at Song Yang's reply, Jiang Nansun bit her lip hard. Her once rosy lips were now pale. Staring at the screen in silence for a long time, Jiang Nansun clicked the button with trembling hands. The next second, she sent the photos she had just taken. This time, she didn't hide anything. Instead, she sent all the photos she had taken to Song Yang. Every single one showed her completely naked, revealing her body in every detail. Meanwhile, Song Yang had already parked the car. It was on a road relatively far from the city center. There weren't many cars passing by. Walking the dog here meant no worries about being discovered. Plus, at this late hour, there was virtually no chance of anything going wrong. Song Yang got out of the car first, while Zou Yue prepared inside. By the time she got out, she was fully dressed. It was already November, and the weather had turned cold. Especially at night, the temperature was even lower. For this reason, Song Yang didn't let her do what she used to. After all, Zou Yue didn't have his physical condition. It wouldn't be good if she caught a cold or got sick. So this time, Zou Yue wore a tight-fitting bodysuit. But how to put it... after putting it on, lying there, she looked more like a dog. No, to be precise, a tigress. The style of this bodysuit was a tiger-striped cosplay outfit. Obviously, in a little while, the famous scene of Wu Song fighting the tiger would be staged. Speaking of which, even the weapons were the same, both using sticks. Just as Zou Yue changed her clothes and got out of the car, Song Yang's phone rang. When he opened it, Song Yang couldn't help but laugh. Zou Yue also leaned over, looking at Jiang Nansun's photo, and commented, "She's quite pretty." "But her figure is just so-so." Saying this, she turned to look at Song Yang: "But with her master around." "Her figure will definitely improve!" She said this because Zou Yue thought of herself. Her figure before was not exactly flat, but not far off. But since following Song Yang, she had experienced a second growth spurt. She had grown almost visibly. Compared to before, it was like building a skyscraper from the ground up. Song Yang remained noncommittal, sending Jiang Nansun a location: "Miss Jiang, no need to wait until tomorrow." "You can come now, I'll wait for you here." "Of course, you can also choose not to come." "No waiting after that." After sending the message, Song Yang put his phone back in his pocket. Then he turned to Zou Yue beside him and started scolding the dog. Meanwhile, looking at Song Yang's message, Jiang Nansun nearly ground her teeth to powder. She had paid such a high price, and he wasn't even being polite. He even wanted her to come see him so late. Didn't he know it was dangerous for a girl to go out so late at night? And judging from the location Song Yang sent, it was quite far from the city center, clearly in the suburbs. This made Jiang Nansun suspicious of Song Yang's purpose in asking her to come at this time. If she went, it would be like a lamb entering a tiger's den. She wasn't sure if she could make it back safely. Jiang Nansun hesitated. Even though she had considered that she would eventually have a relationship with Song Yang, she hadn't expected it to happen so quickly. Even though time was tight, in her expectations, they should have met for at least a few days. But if she didn't go now, all her previous efforts would be wasted. Considering the cost of being submerged, Jiang Nansun knew she had no other choice. Going offered a chance to negotiate. Not going meant there was no guarantee of future opportunities. Jiang Nansun dared not gamble, because it concerned her father's life. After mentally preparing herself, Jiang Nansun sent a message: "Mr. Song, I'm coming right away." After sending the message, Jiang Nansun came out of the bathroom. She glanced at Zhu Suosuo, still lost in her dreams, her eyes filled with obvious apology. But quickly, it was replaced by determination. Song Yang, this man, she, Jiang Nansun, was determined to have! About an hour later, Jiang Nansun drove to the vicinity of Song Yang's location. From leaving the city to here, she hadn't seen many cars along the way. This made her even more worried about Song Yang's purpose in sending her here. But what could she do now that she was already here? Besides, some things were bound to happen sooner or later. After driving a few more minutes, Jiang Nansun saw a car parked on the side of the road. Driving closer, she saw it was the Bentley she had seen before. However, the car was empty. "Where did he go?" Jiang Nansun got out of the car and walked to the Bentley. The late night in Shanghai was a bit chilly, so she tightened her trench coat. Jiang Nansun took out her phone and sent Song Yang a message: "Mr. Song, I've arrived." "I didn't see you in the car." After waiting for a while, Song Yang didn't reply. This made Jiang Nansun a little annoyed. I came all this way, and you just disappeared like that. Resisting the urge to go back immediately, Jiang Nansun decided to wait there. The car was parked here, Song Yang would come eventually. But just waiting here wasn't going to work. After waiting for a few minutes, there was still no sign of Song Yang. Jiang Nansun decided to look around. She didn't drive to look for him, but walked along the road. After walking less than a hundred meters, she heard a series of sounds coming from not far ahead. It was very intense, like someone was fighting. She could vaguely hear words like "fight to the death." This made Jiang Nansun nervous, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had run into some thugs fighting here. Instinctively, Jiang Nansun wanted to turn around and go back. Get away from this place of trouble, and avoid unnecessary trouble. Listening closely, it didn't sound like a fight. Only one voice could be heard throughout. And it was a woman's. After thinking for a moment, Jiang Nansun decided to go and see. She would sneak over without being discovered. If it really was a fight, she would leave quickly. Thinking this, Jiang Nansun took a step forward. As she got closer, the sound became clearer. She was certain it wasn't a fight. But a strange expression appeared on her face. She clearly had some guesses, but wasn't sure. Unconsciously, Jiang Nansun got even closer. Looking up, she could see someone holding down a tiger and beating it. Because she hadn't seen Song Yang before, Jiang Nansun didn't recognize him. Song Yang wasn't in any of the photos on Zhu Suosuo's phone. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't a scene of Wu Song fighting the tiger. The figure covered in tiger stripes was clearly a woman. At this moment, Jiang Nansun finally understood. She saw clearly what these two people were doing. Chapter 480: Zou Yue; I want a companion! Without a second thought, Jiang Nansun turned and ran, terrified of being discovered. She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the parking lot. She genuinely hadn't expected anyone to be in a place like this. Shanghai, such a bustling international metropolis. Wasn't there a single hotel for them to have fun in? Why did they need to come to this desolate wilderness? And in this cold weather, weren't they afraid of catching a cold? Jiang Nansun cursed inwardly. But the scene she had just witnessed wouldn't leave her mind. She patted her cheeks with her slightly cold hands, trying her best to banish the image from her mind. Jiang Nansun took out her phone again. Just as she was about to send Song Yang another message, she suddenly froze. A terrifying thought rose in her mind. Could the man who had just fought the tiger be Song Yang? This place is sparsely populated; you can't see a single person. Song Yang must have sent me here because of this. But Song Yang clearly has Zhu Suosuo as his girlfriend. Why would he be messing around with other women?! Jiang Nansun was uncertain. But once the thought arose, it wouldn't go away. There was no other way. To find out if the other person was really Song Yang, Jiang Nansun opened WeChat, not to message Song Yang, but to open her chat with Zhu Suosuo. There were several recent messages from Zhu Suosuo. But these messages weren't from Zhu Suosuo; they were from Jiang Nansun using Zhu Suosuo's phone. The messages contained those very private photos. Although Song Yang's face wasn't visible in the photos, his physique was. Jiang Nansun examined them closely and became even more certain of one thing: Song Yang's physique was truly impressive. His lines were as defined as a Roman sculpture. Almost flawless. Especially his abs, which were incredibly striking. To exaggerate, they were drool-worthy. Putting aside the unethical aspect of stealing one's best friend's boyfriend, having a boyfriend like that was indeed great. Jiang Nansun couldn't help but think of her own boyfriend. A brief comparison revealed no comparison whatsoever. Putting aside money, he can't even compare to her in terms of physical attributes like physique. Realizing she was getting carried away, Jiang Nansun quickly pulled herself together. Then, recalling the figure of her fighting the tiger earlier, she compared it to Song Yang in the photo. She had only caught a fleeting glimpse, glanced at him briefly, and then ran back. But beyond the shock, it had left a deep impression. That man was handsome! Just one glimpse of his profile was enough to make her unforgettable. But that wasn't the main point; the main point was his physique. After comparing, Jiang Nansun couldn't help but exclaim, "Is that man really him?!" This conclusion left Jiang Nansun somewhat incredulous. She still had some doubts, wondering if she had made a mistake. Then, Jiang Nansun thought of a solution: send Song Yang a message. Even if she couldn't see him take out his phone, there would be a notification sound. However, this method required her to go there again to verify. And she also needed to consider what would happen if she was discovered. After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Nansun gritted her teeth. Since she was already here, she might as well go and see. She hadn't been discovered before, so if she was careful, she would definitely be fine. Besides, the two of them were so busy. Thinking this, Jiang Nansun took a step forward. However, to her surprise, they had already finished. Song Yang was leading the tiger he had defeated back home. And so, they bumped into each other. "Hurry up," Song Yang said, cracking his whip. Looking up, he saw a woman standing in front of him. Looking at that familiar face... It was obvious without a doubt that the other person was Jiang Nansun. At this time, in this kind of place, who else could it be but Jiang Nansun? Leaving aside what Song Yang was thinking, Jiang Nansun felt completely numb. The scene before her eyes truly shattered her worldview. How could someone be crawling on the ground? And judging from their expression, they seemed to be enjoying it. Leading Zou Yue to Jiang Nansun, Song Yang said, "Miss Jiang, I didn't expect you to actually come." "Ah..." Hearing Song Yang's voice, Jiang Nansun snapped out of her daze. She instinctively gasped and took a few steps back. Then she looked down at Zou Yue, who hadn't yet stood up, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Seeing Jiang Nansun's actions, Song Yang smiled indifferently. As for Zou Yue, she looked up and returned the smile. In the past hour, besides handling official business, Song Yang had also planned arrangements for Jiang Nansun. Of course, this was also Zou Yue's suggestion. She hoped to have more companions in her niche, so they could play this kind of exciting game together. Faced with Zou Yue's suggestion, Song Yang agreed without hesitation. In terms of relationship, Zou Yue is definitely closer. Even if Jiang Nansun is prettier, so what? He has plenty of beautiful women around him. He doesn't need another one. But he only has Zou Yue as his dog. As her master, of course he'll reward her. After all, she's so obedient. Consider it a small reward. As for what Jiang Nansun might think, Song Yang doesn't care at all. He hasn't changed his mind. Besides, does Jiang Nansun have the right to bargain? No! It's clear from the previous photos that Jiang Nansun has reached her wit's end. She agreed to those demands, and even came looking for him. Song Yang doesn't believe Jiang Nansun didn't consider what might happen if she came here. Since she's here, she must have been mentally prepared. With that kind of foundation, she can be manipulated however she wants. Chapter 481: Jiang Nansun: You want me to be your dog?! Taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Nansun calmed herself down a bit. But faced with such a shocking scene, she was still somewhat shaken. She never imagined Song Yang would have such a perverse fetish. For a moment, Jiang Nansun felt a pang of regret. But thinking of her situation and her previous sacrifices, this regret was replaced by determination. In her mind, with her looks and abilities, she shouldn't be treated like this. She was a peerless beauty, one in a million. Jiang Nansun refused to believe it! She refused to believe that any man would treat her like this. Even if he didn't elevate her to a high and mighty goddess, she shouldn't be treated like a dog! Just like the woman in front of her. She was even lying on the ground, showing no intention of getting up. However, she finally confirmed the man's identity. This man was Song Yang, the one who had saved her from this predicament. Having calmed herself, Jiang Nansun slowly asked, "Mr. Song, what are you doing?" "What else could I be doing?" Song Yang shook his head and smiled casually, "Of course, I'm walking the dog." Faced with Song Yang's answer… Jiang Nansun fell silent. Was that a dog? That didn't seem wrong. She could already see it wagging its tail. It seemed quite pleased with Song Yang's way of addressing it. But what was with that tail? Jiang Nansun couldn't help but take another look. Her heart skipped a beat; how had he managed to put it on? Seeing Jiang Nansun remain silent, Song Yang didn't ask. Instead, he led Zou Yue forward, waiting for her to speak. Watching Song Yang's retreating figure, Jiang Nansun bit her lip. Then she quickly followed, saying, "Mr. Song, I've come to see you." "There's something I'd like to ask for your help with." "Oh?" Song Yang remained noncommittal, saying indifferently, "Why should I help you?" Jiang Nansun didn't waste words, getting straight to the point: "Mr. Song, as long as you're willing to help me..." "I'll be your girlfriend!" "I'll do whatever you ask!" "Haha..." Song Yang shook his head and chuckled. His gaze fell on Jiang Nansun's face, and he smiled, "Miss Jiang, you are indeed very beautiful." "Much more beautiful than this dog." "Master..." Hearing Song Yang's words, Zou Yue was somewhat unconvinced. But a lash of the whip immediately silenced her. After giving Zou Yue a lash, Song Yang continued, "But I really don't need you as a girlfriend." "What?" Jiang Nansun was startled and blurted out, "Besides Suosuo, you have other girlfriends?!" "What else?" Song Yang readily admitted. "You..." Jiang Nansun was somewhat incredulous. But upon reflection, it seemed normal. Especially given the scene before her. No one would believe he didn't have other women. However, Jiang Nansun hadn't anticipated being rejected by Song Yang. She thought that as long as she asked, Song Yang would definitely agree. The only consideration was the price she would have to pay. She had, of course, considered that it was simply her body. But now, faced with Song Yang's indifference, Jiang Nansun was at a loss. But giving up like this was definitely not an option. Song Yang had already seen her body thoroughly. Even if it was just photos, it was still seen. Thinking of this, Jiang Nansun once again begged Song Yang, who had already taken a few steps away, "Mr. Song, I beg you!" "Only you can help me with this!" Song Yang smiled and glanced at Jiang Nansun. The other woman was already teary-eyed, looking utterly pitiful. But Song Yang wasn't some kind of philanthropist. He wouldn't be moved by tears alone. He'd rather save that for later. However, Song Yang wasn't really going to refuse Jiang Nansun; he was just giving her a warning. Seeing her weeping, Song Yang asked calmly, "Miss Jiang, do you want me to help you?" "But I don't know what you need my help with." Jiang Nansun was overjoyed. She thought to herself, "Tears are indeed a woman's most powerful weapon." Sure enough, the moment the tears fell, Song Yang's tone softened. With teary eyes, Jiang Nansun looked at Song Yang, her voice low; "My father borrowed a lot of money recently from stock trading." "Those stocks..." Jiang Nansun was about to continue when Song Yang interrupted her: "Just tell me." "How much money does your father owe?" Jiang Nansun hesitated, then slowly uttered a number: "Fifty million." "Ha..." Song Yang couldn't help but chuckle, his gaze falling on Jiang Nansun as he sized her up. "Miss Jiang, do you think you're worth fifty million?" "I..." Jiang Nansun opened her mouth. She wanted to say that her value was far more than fifty million, even immeasurable in monetary terms. But when it came to actually weighing it, she really wasn't worth that much. Even if she were studded with gold and diamonds, it wouldn't be enough! Ultimately, she's just a woman. At most, a pretty woman. But fifty million is a huge sum. If he used it to find women, he could find a hundred, or even more. Seeing Jiang Nansun's silence, Song Yang smiled and changed the subject, saying, "However, I can give you this money." Hearing this, Jiang Nansun was overjoyed: "Really? Mr. Song!" "Let me finish," Song Yang waved his hand and continued, "First of all, this money isn't a loan to you. It's for you to buy the stocks your father holds. And the assets your father mortgaged." "See, does saying this make you feel better?" "But I have one more condition." Jiang Nansun's heart tightened, a bad premonition creeping in. However, she still bravely looked at Song Yang, waiting for his conditions. Song Yang glanced down at Zou Yue and smiled, "As long as you're like her." Chapter 482: Jiang Nansun: Absolutely Impossible! "Impossible!" Jiang Nansun shook her head without hesitation, "Absolutely impossible!" If Song Yang only wanted her to be his girlfriend, she wouldn't hesitate for a second, and might even go to the hotel immediately. But like this woman on the ground, she simply couldn't do it! "Hmm." Song Yang nodded and waved his hand, saying, "I don't like to force people." "Since Miss Jiang is unwilling, please leave." "Oh, right, about the photos from earlier..." Saying this, Song Yang looked down at Zou Yue and instructed, "Go to the car and get my checkbook." "Yes, Master." Zou Yue responded, already standing up. By this time, they were not far from where they had parked. Soon, Zou Yue returned with the checkbook. Song Yang wrote down a number, tore off a piece, and handed it to Jiang Nansun: "This is 100,000 yuan. Consider it my compensation to you." Looking at the check in front of her, Jiang Nansun bit her lip tightly. She felt that coming to beg Song Yang today was a mistake. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life! 100,000 yuan? Am I, Jiang Nansun, only worth 100,000 yuan? Jiang Nansun didn't take Song Yang's check, but looked at him and said, "Mr. Song, I can be your girlfriend." "You can be my girlfriend along with Suosuo." Song Yang smiled and said calmly, "Ms. Jiang, I already said, I don't lack girlfriends." "You've got enough." He paused for a moment, then continued, "I know this is something most people find hard to accept." "So I can give you time to consider." "Of course, my time is limited." "As I said before, I have many girlfriends to take care of." "So I can't give you too much time." "Just one day." "Before midnight tomorrow night." "Call me when you've made up your mind." "Like I said, no more waiting after that." "Of course, you can also ask other people for help." "Maybe in other people's eyes, Ms. Jiang is worth 50 million." "Since Ms. Jiang doesn't want this check, then you can take it." The last sentence was said to Zou Yue. "I don't want it." Zou Yue shook her head, not even looking at it, and pleaded, "I've already received so much." "Haha..." Song Yang chuckled, tore up the check, and ordered, "Keep crawling forward!" Having laid his cards on the table with Jiang Nansun, Song Yang ignored her. He took Zou Yue to continue their unfinished business, leaving Jiang Nansun bewildered in the wind. She watched Song Yang's figure recede into the distance. After a while, she silently got into her car and drove away. Zou Yue watched Jiang Nansun's taillights disappear, looked up at Song Yang, and asked, "Master, do you think she'll agree?" "I don't know." Song Yang shook his head casually, "But this isn't your business." "I was wrong." Zou Yue immediately admitted her mistake and pleaded, "Please punish me, Master!" Time flew by, and morning arrived. Jiang Nansun hadn't slept all night after returning home. She just sat in the living room, looking extremely unwell. In the bedroom, Zhu Suosuo was woken by the alarm clock. She sat up and stretched, feeling refreshed. Touching her face, she found it even smoother and more supple. This obvious change made Zhu Suosuo think to herself. Those seniors were right after all. Men are a woman's best beauty product. Memories of being with Song Yang flashed through her mind. Zhu Suosuo's face flushed instantly, and she quickly stopped thinking. She remembered Song Yang saying yesterday that he wanted to buy a house and would arrange for someone to go to the company to sign the purchase contract today. Putting aside the commission, she had to take her boyfriend's affairs seriously. Zhu Suosuo didn't linger in bed for a minute, immediately getting up and going to the bathroom to wash up. Coming out of the room, she saw Jiang Nansun sitting on the sofa and greeted him, "Good morning, Nansun." Jiang Nansun didn't respond, not even turning his head. He was just staring at the television in front of him, as if watching TV. The problem was, the television wasn't on. Zhu Suosuo noticed Jiang Nansun's unusual behavior. She quickly went over and sat down beside him, asking with concern, "Nansun, what's wrong?" "Did something happen?" "Tell me, I'll help you fix it!" Jiang Nansun's eyes flickered, glancing sideways at Zhu Suosuo, who was patting her chest in assurance. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, wishing Song Yang could say that. But that bastard wanted him to be his dog! Jiang Nansun moved her lips, wanting to trouble Zhu Suosuo. She knew that as long as she asked, Zhu Suosuo would definitely help. But she had already met Song Yang last night. Thinking about it, she knew this path was clearly blocked. And it was clear from yesterday's meeting that even without what happened last night, asking Zhu Suosuo to Song Yang wouldn't yield any results. After all, Zhu Suosuo was one of Song Yang's girlfriends, not the only one. Even if she was the only one, she probably wouldn't lend her such a large sum of money so easily. That was fifty million, not five yuan. At this moment, Jiang's father came out of the room. Seeing his daughter and Zhu Suosuo, he greeted them with a smile, "Nansun, Suosuo." "I'm going out for a walk, take care of yourselves." After saying that, he changed his shoes and went out. "Uncle, what are you saying?" Zhu Suosuo frowned, speechless, "It's like you're not coming back." She didn't mean anything by it, because Zhu Suosuo didn't know about the Jiang family's situation. But Jiang Nansun, who knew the situation, had a drastic change in expression. Could it be that my dad is going to...?! Without time to think, Jiang Nansun hurriedly chased after him. "Nansun, what are you doing!" Zhu Suosuo was completely bewildered, but still followed. A woman's intuition told her that something terrible was about to happen. The two chased after him one after the other. But they were too late. Jiang's father had already driven away. This made Jiang Nansun anxious, stamping her feet and rushing to the roadside to flag down a taxi. Zhu Suosuo, following beside her, also anxiously asked, "Nansun, what happened?" Jiang Nansun didn't speak until she got into a taxi, then said, "My dad might do something stupid." "Driver, follow that car ahead!" "Ah..." Zhu Suosuo was startled. The taxi driver was also surprised, saying without turning around, "Miss, don't worry, I guarantee I'll catch up with your dad!" Chapter 483: Reward: Flowing Fairy Dress?! Meanwhile, Zou Yu woke up from her sleep. Looking at Song Yang, who was still fast asleep beside her, she couldn't help but lean over and kiss him on the cheek. Images of her time with Song Yang flashed through her mind yesterday. Her cheeks, already rosy from absorbing the rain, flushed even more. Yesterday had been exhausting! But after a good night's sleep, she felt incredibly refreshed. Not just physically, but her very soul felt clear and refreshed. It was precisely because she was so exhausted yesterday that she fell into a deep sleep. That's why Song Yang got up in the middle of the night and went out to play with Zou Yu. Zou Yu didn't notice at all. She didn't even realize it until they returned around 4 a.m. Quietly getting out of bed, her thin nightgown revealing her increasingly sensual curves, coupled with the languidness of just waking up, made her even more alluring. Especially when Zou Yu walked to the window and opened the curtains, letting in the sunlight, she seemed enveloped in a halo. Any normal man seeing this would be unable to resist. Not to mention Song Yang, a man even more normal than most men. He woke up the moment Zou Yu kissed him. Although he'd played with Zou Yue until late the night before, he wasn't tired at all, still full of energy. Zou Yu turned around and saw Song Yang already sitting up, looking at her with eyes full of admiration. Seeing that Song Yang was awake, Zou Yu felt a little apologetic: "Did I wake you?" "No." Song Yang shook his head and smiled: "Sister Yu, have you ever heard the saying, 'The early bird catches the worm'?" If it were before, Zou Yu definitely wouldn't have understood the deeper meaning of this saying. But after Song Yang's repeated explanations, she instantly grasped its essence. "Then hurry up." Zou Yu gave Song Yang a charmingly reproachful look: "I have to go to work later." "After saying that, she crawled into bed. About half an hour later, Zou Yu, who had changed into her outdoor clothes, came out of the bathroom. She was brushing her teeth, her mouth full of toothpaste foam. She gave Song Yang a resentful look, her words slightly slurred: "It's all your fault, I'm almost running out of time. "Go buy something for breakfast yourself. I won't make it for you." "If you're running out of time, don't go." Song Yang smiled and said, "I'm your boss now, I'll grant you leave." "I don't want to." Zou Yu refused Song Yang's offer and turned to go into the bathroom. When she came out, she was completely ready. "Honey, I'm going to work." With that, Zou Yu kissed Song Yang on the cheek and left the bedroom. Passing by Zou Yue's room, Zou Yu knocked on the door. There was no response from inside, and she assumed her sister had gone to work. Little did she know that Zou Yue had only returned a few hours ago. She was practically exhausted and was catching up on sleep. After Zou Yu left, Song Yang calmed down. "Shall we proceed with the lottery?" "Zhu Suosuo." "Lottery begins." "Lottery successful!" "Congratulations, host, on receiving your reward." "Cheongsam *1 (To achieve victory, you must seize the opportune moment!)" "5% of Jingyan Group shares." "Golf balls *2." Looking at the prize from Zhu Suosuo's lottery draw, Song Yang's expression was somewhat strange. A cheongsam? He could understand. This actress debuted as a "Mou Girl" (a term referring to actresses discovered by director Zhang Yimou), and she wore a cheongsam in her debut film. As for the shares in Jingyan Group, Song Yang could understand that too. After all, Zhu Suosuo was an employee of Jingyan Group and had a good relationship with the current chairman, Ye Jinyan. It was normal for her to win shares. Speaking of which, Jingyan Group's market value was nearly 20 billion. This 5% stake was equivalent to over 1 billion. Compared to the house he bought for Zhu Suosuo yesterday, which was only a few million, this was a huge profit for Song Yang. Not only did he gain a few extra small goals, but he also got a top-notch woman like Zhu Suosuo. Looking at the cheongsam stored in his system space, Song Yang thought that next time they met, he would have Zhu Suosuo wear it and let her show off the charm of a concubine from the Republican era. As for the two golf balls, Song Yang couldn't understand how he had won them. Did he have to spend 20 million to have Zhu Suosuo perform for him? This behavior was too perverse; he couldn't do it. "Continue the lottery?" the system's voice sounded again. Song Yang hesitated briefly before replying, "Jiang Nansun." "Lottery begins. Lottery successful!" "Congratulations, host, on receiving the reward!" "Fox Costume *1 (Want to know how a fox sounds?)" "Wide-sleeved Flowing Fairy Dress *1 (Don't pull too hard, it's easy to tear!)" "Bottom-bottom rebound (One-time consumable item) (Use it, and you'll be a stock market god!)" "Really..." Seeing this reward, Song Yang was speechless. The system's twisted sense of humor remained unchanged. Both outfits featured characters played by the actress Jiang Nansun. One was Xin Shisi Niang from *Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio*. The other was Long Kui, who could switch states. Interestingly, this wide-sleeved flowing fairy dress could also change color. As for the bottom-bottom rebound consumable item, it was only useful for the stock market. It seemed that buying Jiang's father's stocks for 50 million would yield another huge profit. Perhaps this was the system's intention. With such a cheat code, how could it let you lose? Wouldn't that make the system seem useless? Chapter 484: Jiang Nansun: I promise you! Meanwhile, on Jiang Nansun's side, thanks to the taxi driver's superb driving skills, Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo finally managed to stop Jiang's father halfway. "Dad, are you crazy?!" Jiang Nansun, disregarding the fact that they were in public, yelled at her father, "Are you trying to abandon me, Mom, and Grandma?!" "Nansun, you..." Jiang's father looked stunned, realizing his thoughts had been seen through. Facing the gathered crowd, he was ashamed to face anyone: "Nan Sun, I had no choice!" "This is the only way I can avoid becoming a burden to you." At this point, the father, already determined to die, looked at Zhu Suosuo and said, "Suosuo, take Nan Sun home." Zhu Suosuo was completely bewildered. She still didn't know what had happened to make Jiang Nan Sun's father have such thoughts. Jiang Nan Sun burst into tears. She could see that her father was utterly despondent. If she hadn't caught up in time, the next time they met would probably be to see his cold, lifeless body. At this moment, Jiang Nan Sun felt incredibly fortunate. She was grateful she hadn't slept all night, otherwise, it would have been too late for regrets. Therefore, Jiang Nan Sun was somewhat grateful to Song Yang. If the other party's conditions hadn't been so unacceptable, she wouldn't have stayed up all night. Thinking of Song Yang, and the conditions he had proposed, and looking at her father who was determined to end her life, Jiang Nan Sun sighed inwardly. She couldn't just stand by and watch this happen. But that huge sum of money was currently only available from Song Yang. It was her only option. However, Jiang Nansun wasn't sure if Song Yang could actually come up with the money. If she agreed but he couldn't, it would be all over. But regardless, this was the only choice. Thinking this, Jiang Nansun looked at her father: "Dad, let's go home first." "I can help you with your problem." To convince her father, Jiang Nansun emphasized, "I found a rich boyfriend." "He'll help us." Jiang's father looked surprised and asked uncertainly, "Nansun, are you serious?" Seeing her father's interest, Jiang Nansun nodded firmly: "Really!" Seeing her father about to ask again, Jiang Nansun continued, "Dad, let's go home first." "I'll tell you slowly when we get home." "Okay." Jiang's father was still doubtful, but he nodded in agreement. Zhu Suosuo wanted to go home with him, but Jiang Nansun advised, "Suosuo, go to work." "It wasn't easy for you to find a job. I'll handle things at home." Zhu Suosuo thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I'll go to work first." "Be sure to let me know immediately if anything happens!" Meeting Zhu Suosuo's concerned gaze, Jiang Nansun felt a pang of guilt. But then she thought of Song Yang's behavior last night. This guilt lessened somewhat. Song Yang already had so many women around him. One more wouldn't make a difference. No. Perhaps her situation would be the same as that woman's last night. A little while later, the Jiang father and daughter returned home. As soon as they got home, Jiang's father eagerly asked, "Nansun, is what you said earlier true?" "Isn't your boyfriend Zhang Anren?" He had always wanted his daughter to find a good match. But Jiang Nansun was stubborn and definitely wouldn't listen to him. Unexpectedly, things had taken a turn for the better, and his daughter had actually come to her senses. However, Jiang's father quickly understood. Perhaps it was because of his own situation that his daughter did this. Thinking of this, he sighed inwardly, unsure whether to be happy or sad. But regardless, if he could truly help him, it would prove how much that man valued Nan Sun. Finding such a boyfriend was always a good thing. The prerequisite was that he could really help him pay off his debts. If there was a chance for a turnaround, how could he bear to actually die? So, without waiting for Jiang Nan Sun's answer, he asked again, "Nan Sun, can your boyfriend really help us?" Meeting her father's gaze, Jiang Nan Sun felt both joy and worry. Joy because she saw a glimmer of hope in her father's eyes. Worry because only by agreeing to Song Yang's request could she truly overcome this difficulty. Fine. For her father's sake, she'd be a dog if necessary. That guy had plenty of women around him; he probably didn't have much time for her. Thinking of this, Jiang Nansun nodded, "Okay." "I'll call him now." Seeing that his daughter didn't seem to be faking it, Jiang's father said repeatedly, "Okay, okay!" Jiang Nansun got up and went into her room. Some things shouldn't be overheard. Locking the door, Jiang Nansun took out her phone. She found Song Yang's number, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her face. But in the blink of an eye, her eyes were full of determination. Then she dialed the number. At this moment, Song Yang was at the gate of the university he graduated from. Of course, he wasn't here to reminisce about his youth. He was waiting for Hu Yifei to finish class so they could have dinner together. It had been a while since he'd seen her, and he wondered if Hu Yifei's skills had deteriorated. Reviewing the old helps one understand the new; one needs to consolidate one's knowledge frequently. "~Ring ring..." Hearing the phone ring, Song Yang took out his phone and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number. However, whoever knew his number must be someone he knew. So Song Yang didn't hang up but answered. The next second, Jiang Nansun's voice came from the phone: "Mr. Song, I agree to your conditions." Song Yang's lips curled into a smirk as he retorted, "Miss Jiang, what are my conditions? Could you repeat them?" On the other end of the line, Jiang Nansun gripped her phone tightly, her face contorted with shame and indignation. She knew Song Yang was doing it on purpose and desperately wanted to hang up. But she couldn't! Taking a few deep breaths, Jiang Nansun slowly said, "Be your dog!" As soon as she uttered those words, all her strength seemed to drain from her. Her body went limp, and she almost couldn't stand. She knew that from now on, she would have no dignity left in front of Song Yang. "Haha, good." Song Yang's laughter came from the phone. "Miss Jiang, I will train you well!" Hearing this, Jiang Nansun thought of the woman she had seen yesterday. Suppressing her inner grief and indignation, she said, "Mr. Song, I can be at your mercy." "But I need that money right now." "Okay." "Send me your address." Song Yang agreed readily, but also warned, "However, I must remind Miss Jiang of something." "If you go back on your word after I give you the money, the consequences will be severe." "I hope Miss Jiang won't make things difficult for me." Having obtained Jiang Nansun's address, Song Yang hung up the phone. Then he found Shen Bing's number and dialed: "Sister Bingbing, do me a favor." Chapter 485: Shen Bing: Another one! "Okay, I'll go right now." After hanging up the phone, Shen Bing looked at Xinling and said, "Xinling, I have to go out for a bit." "Go ahead." Xinling nodded, not asking what Song Yang wanted her to do. Shen Bing left the company, got her car, and headed straight for Jiang Nansun's address. Not long after, "Bang bang..." A knock came at the door. The anxious family inside jumped in surprise. Jiang's father hurriedly looked at Jiang Nansun and asked, "Is it your boyfriend?" Jiang Nansun was a little unsure: "Probably." But she still got up and walked to the door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a woman standing there. No, to be precise, a beautiful woman. Because she wasn't sure if the other person was someone Song Yang had sent, Jiang Nansun asked suspiciously, "Excuse me, who are you?" Looking at the woman who came out of the door, Shen Bing sighed inwardly. Another beautiful woman. Without even thinking, she knew she was one of her sisters. Even if she wasn't now, she would be in the future. After knowing each other for so long, she knew Song Yang's true nature. He wouldn't let any pretty woman slip by. Especially not this woman, who was so beautiful. Composing herself, Shen Bing said calmly, "You must be Miss Jiang." "I'm Mr. Song's secretary, my name is Shen Bing." "Mr. Song sent me here." Jiang Nansun was taken aback, instinctively asking, "Why didn't Song Yang come himself?" Shen Bing glanced at her, her tone calm: "Mr. Song is very busy." "Oh, oh." Jiang Nansun realized, quickly saying, "Let's come in first." Looking at Shen Bing's beauty, which was no less than her own, Jiang Nansun suddenly understood why Song Yang had been so dismissive of her last night. Perhaps he truly had no shortage of beautiful women around him. As for the relationship between Shen Bing and Song Yang, Jiang Nansun wasn't foolish enough to think it was just a simple secretary relationship. After entering the room, Shen Bing didn't waste any words, directly taking out a check: "Miss Jiang, this is fifty million." "Please also process the paperwork for those stock assets as soon as possible." "I'll personally hand them over to Mr. Song then." Jiang Nansun stared at the check on the table, her heart pounding with excitement. No matter what torment she might face in the future, at least the tragedy of her family being destroyed was truly avoided. Her father, standing beside her, felt the same way. If there were no other choice, who wouldn't want to live? He never expected his daughter's boyfriend to be so helpful! One phone call and his secretary had delivered fifty million! That's fifty million! Even if he sold everything he owned, he couldn't scrape together that much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of taking his own life. However, Shen Bing's words puzzled Mr. Jiang: "Secretary Shen, what do you mean by that?" Shen Bing didn't speak, but looked at Jiang Nansun beside her. Jiang Nansun quickly explained, "Dad, this is what I agreed upon with Song Yang." "This money isn't a loan to us." "It's to buy the stocks and collateral assets you hold." Mr. Jiang was taken aback, then exclaimed, "Good, our son-in-law is so thoughtful!" In Mr. Jiang's view, this was entirely for Jiang Nansun's benefit. He didn't want his daughter to feel indebted, which was why he did this. Did he not know about his own stocks? They were practically worthless. The more he thought about it, the better he felt about this son-in-law, and he hurriedly said, "Secretary Shen, I'll get it sorted out as soon as possible." "Then Nansun will deliver it." "Okay." Shen Bing nodded, glancing at Mr. Jiang again. Not for any other reason than the word "son-in-law" he had just used. It made her inwardly scoff. Son-in-law? How ridiculous! Having finished her business, Shen Bing didn't want to linger. She politely declined Mr. Jiang's invitation to stay for dinner and stood up, saying, "I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now." This wasn't an excuse. Shen Bing genuinely had other matters to attend to. Song Yang had instructed her, besides delivering money to Jiang Nansun, to sign several property purchase contracts at Jingyan Group. He had also explicitly stated that one of the contracts was for her, and that she could sign her name on it. Seeing Shen Bing's insistence on leaving, Jiang Nansun rose to see her off. She knew practically nothing about Song Yang. She only knew he was very rich, handsome, and physically fit, and quite the womanizer. Now that Shen Bing was her secretary, how could she not seize the opportunity to learn more? Even a dog needs to understand its master's preferences. At the door, Jiang Nansun couldn't help but ask, "Secretary Shen, I have some questions for you." "Hmm?" Shen Bing turned to look at Jiang Nansun. "Go ahead." "Because I haven't known Song Yang for very long," Jiang Nansun hesitated for a moment, then said, "I still don't know him well enough." “For example, what does he do?” Shen Bing said calmly, without hiding anything, “He is the founder of Jinxiu Future.” “As for the rest, you can ask President Song.” “Alright, Ms. Jiang, please stay.” After saying that, Shen Bing turned and left. After getting into the car, she went straight to the Jingyan Group's company building. “Jinxiu Future?” Jiang Nansun murmured these words. She felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had heard it somewhere before. Suddenly, she remembered. Wasn’t this the company that sued Tencent a couple of months ago? WeChat, the social software that has almost become mainstream, is from this company. Because of this incident, which caused quite a stir, Jiang Nansun had also learned about it. She knew that this company was a rising star. Although they lost the lawsuit, the company’s value increased several times over in just a few days. “Is Jinxiu Future really Song Yang’s?” With some doubt, Jiang Nansun took out her phone. She searched Jinxiu Future’s official website, which said that Jinxiu Future was going to launch new businesses. But this was not Jiang Nansun’s focus. She directly flipped to the management information on the official website. Song Yang's name was prominently listed. However, unlike the other management members, Song Yang, listed first, only had his name, not a photo. (P.S.: Shen Bing, from the TV series *Beijing Love Story*.) Chapter 486: Zhu Suosuo: It's not closed yet! "It really is him!" Jiang Nansun believed it. She didn't think it was just a coincidence of sharing the same name. But then, she saw the second CEO. It was a woman. Another beautiful woman! She might not be quite as beautiful as I am, but she's still incredibly charming. And this woman is actually the president of a company worth hundreds of billions? Subconsciously, Jiang Nansun clicked on Xinling's profile. After reading it, she was utterly astonished. This woman had no prior work experience, and her education was mediocre. She had only majored in business administration in university. Sigh. Jiang Nansun sighed inwardly. She understood; this must also be one of Song Yang's women, or rather, the woman he knew best. Otherwise, he wouldn't have entrusted such a large company to her. This made Jiang Nansun somewhat resentful. They were both women, and she was far more capable than Xinling. Why was she relegated to a subordinate position while Xinling held a high-ranking position? Was it simply because she had joined later? Perhaps that was the most important reason! Sometimes, arriving late is worse than arriving early. Like Jiang Nansun and Zhu Suosuo. They were practically side by side, and Zhu Suosuo was already Song Yang's girlfriend, though just one of many. But what about herself? Oh well, let it be fate. Jiang Nansun pulled himself out of his thoughts, knowing that thinking more was useless. While Shen Bing was on her way to Jingyan Group, Zhu Suosuo returned to the company and immediately produced a house purchase contract. When everyone discovered that the contract was signed in Zhu Suosuo's name, almost all her colleagues were stunned. They all asked what was going on. Zhu Suosuo had no choice but to reveal the truth under everyone's questioning: it was a gift from a client yesterday. The client had used a house to pursue her, and she had accepted. Upon hearing this, her female colleagues were incredibly envious! If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed it was true. But the signature on the contract wasn't fake, and the remittance record wasn't fake either. It just goes to show that being beautiful has an advantage. Going to sell a house turned into buying one for herself. This is something you can only envy. As for jealousy, it could only be kept hidden in their hearts, with everyone offering blessings that were of dubious sincerity. Being the center of attention made Zhu Suosuo exceptionally happy. This was exactly the effect she wanted, especially the envious glances from others. "Alright, alright, that's enough," Zhu Suosuo said, feigning helplessness, "I still need to prepare contracts." "My boyfriend said he's coming to buy several more houses today." "What?!" "Buy more?" "How rich is that!" These words undoubtedly made everyone even more envious and jealous. Soon, news of Zhu Suosuo's situation reached Ye Jinyan's ears. Because her birthday was the same as his daughter's, he paid considerable attention to Zhu Suosuo. Looking at the remittance slip sent by the finance department, Ye Jinyan instructed Fan Jingang, "Go and call Zhu Suosuo over." "Yes, Mr. Ye." Fan Jingang got up and left the office. He soon found Zhu Suosuo printing contracts. Upon meeting her, Fan Jingang said sarcastically, "Congratulations, Zhu Suosuo." "You've only been here a few days and you've already closed a deal." "It's still my own house." "Haha..." Zhu Suosuo smiled shyly, seemingly oblivious to the implication, and asked, "Secretary Fan, did you want to see me?" "It's President Ye who wanted to see you." Fan Jingang nodded, turned around, and said, "Come with me." Zhu Suosuo, holding the printed contract, quickly followed. A short while later, the two arrived at Ye Jinyan's office. "President Ye, I've brought the person over." "President Ye, you wanted to see me?" Looking at Zhu Suosuo in front of him, Ye Jinyan was somewhat moved. Only one day had passed, but Zhu Suosuo was clearly more radiant and attractive than yesterday. Perhaps this was the power of love. Ye Jinyan withdrew his gaze and smiled, "Congratulations." "Now you've achieved success in both love and career." Hearing Ye Jinyan's words, Zhu Suosuo couldn't help but laugh, "No, President Ye." Ye Jinyan also smiled, casually asking, "By the way, what's your boyfriend's name again?" Perhaps because of his daughter. At this moment, Ye Jinyan seemed like Zhu Suosuo's elder. Zhu Suosuo didn't think much of it and replied, "My boyfriend's name is Song Yang." "Song Yang?!" Suddenly, Fan Jingang's surprised voice rang out. Ye Jinyan and Zhu Suosuo both looked over. Meeting their gazes, Fan Jingang chuckled awkwardly, "President Ye, we have a shareholder on our board of directors named Song Yang." "However, he's never attended a board meeting." He then shook his head, "It's impossible for such a coincidence." Zhu Suosuo was shocked, somewhat incredulous: "No way!" Her boyfriend could be a shareholder of the company? If this were true, wouldn't he be able to do whatever he wanted in the company? He wouldn't have to worry about failing to achieve results and getting fired. Ye Jinyan pondered, not believing such a coincidence was possible, but still instructed Fan Jingang, "Check it out." It was just a matter of moving a finger; there was no need to speculate. Fan Jingang took out his phone and went to the company's official website. Unlike Jinxiu Future's website, which was founded by Song Yang, there was no information on that website except for his name, let alone a photo. But Jingyan Group was different; this was a system reward. Song Yang's photo was prominently displayed among the shareholders. "This young man is really handsome!" Fan Jingang exclaimed, flipping through the photo, then handed the phone to Zhu Suosuo: "Take a look, is that him?" Zhu Suosuo looked down, her pupils shrinking instantly. She affirmed, "That's right, this is my boyfriend!" Confirming that Song Yang was indeed a shareholder of the company, Zhu Suosuo was overjoyed. If the occasion weren't inappropriate, she would have shouted it out. Seeing Zhu Suosuo's reaction, Fan Jingang still didn't believe her: "You haven't mistaken me for someone else, have you?" Knowing that her boyfriend was a shareholder of the company, Zhu Suosuo grew bolder and retorted, "Secretary Fan, what do you mean?" "How could I mistake my own boyfriend?" "Yesterday we..." At this point, Zhu Suosuo paused. Some things are better left unsaid to outsiders. Yesterday, they spent the entire afternoon in the sample room. A frank and in-depth exchange—how could she possibly be mistaken! You see, her condition still isn't better. She checked this morning, and it was still in its blooming stage. She didn't know how long it would take to close. As for returning to its previous state, Zhu Suosuo hadn't even considered that. Chapter 487: Song Yang: Milk can relieve spiciness! Just then, an employee knocked on the door: "Mr. Ye, a client is looking for Zhu Suosuo." Upon hearing this, Zhu Suosuo excitedly exclaimed, "It's my boyfriend!" She turned to go find him. The employee glanced at Zhu Suosuo and shook his head, saying, "No." "She said she's Song Yang's secretary." "Ah?" Zhu Suosuo stopped, somewhat disappointed. Ye Jinyan then said, "Bring her directly to my office." Knowing that Song Yang was one of the company's shareholders, Ye Jinyan had to be cautious, even if it was just a secretary. "Yes, Mr. Ye." A moment later, Shen Bing arrived. Her gaze swept over the three people in the office, finally settling on Zhu Suosuo. She thought to herself, "Another beautiful woman!" This must be the Zhu Suosuo Song Yang had mentioned. No wonder Song Yang was attracted to her. She was indeed charming and beautiful, and looked exactly like Fang Hui, who was still in school. If she hadn't known beforehand that they were two different people, Shen Bing wasn't sure she would have mistaken her for someone else. While Shen Bing was sizing up Zhu Suosuo, Zhu Suosuo was also observing her. Her first impression was, "This secretary is so beautiful!" Not only Zhu Suosuo, but Ye Jinyan and Fan Jingang also turned their gazes to Shen Bing. They seemed to want to understand Song Yang through this secretary. Meeting their gazes, Shen Bing remained composed. In the past, she would have been extremely reserved in this situation, especially facing the CEO of a company worth billions. But since being brought to Shanghai by Song Yang and learning from Xinling, her composure had grown. Besides, Xinling was her good friend. And there was Andy, with whom she had fought side-by-side just the other day. They were all top figures who could dominate the business world. "President Ye," Shen Bing greeted Ye Jinyan politely, then looked at Zhu Suosuo and went straight to the point: "Ms. Zhu, is the contract ready?" "Ready," Zhu Suosuo nodded subconsciously, then asked, "Why isn't Song Yang here?" "President Song is very busy," Shen Bing replied again. She wondered which woman he was currently busy with. As soon as they left the school gate... Hu Yifei saw Song Yang waving at her from not far away. Subconsciously, her steps quickened. When she reached Song Yang, Hu Yifei couldn't help but tease, "Oh, isn't this Boss Song?" "What brings you here today?" Song Yang smiled, not taking Hu Yifei's teasing to heart. For a strong woman like Hu Yifei, all he needed to do was appear even stronger. Just like many of her past desires, she needed someone either smarter or stronger than her; otherwise, how could they conquer her? Fortunately, Song Yang was stronger in both. That's why he could so easily make her submit. So, without any words, Song Yang opened his arms and pulled Hu Yifei's much more mature and voluptuous body into his embrace. Then, he lowered his head slightly and covered her lips with his. Faced with Song Yang's actions, Hu Yifei couldn't react at all. No, actually, with her skills, she could have easily avoided it. But... Hu Yifei just liked Song Yang's domineering behavior. Facing Song Yang, who was superior to her in every way, she appeared incredibly submissive, completely unlike her assertive demeanor in front of outsiders. However, considering they were at the school gate, a few minutes later, Hu Yifei pushed Song Yang away. She knew that if she didn't stop, things would get serious. In this school, Hu Yifei was a celebrity, and Song Yang was a well-known handsome man. If they were seen together and the rumors spread throughout the school, the impact would be terrible. After all, they had a student-teacher relationship. And in terms of age, there was a suspicion of an older man dating a younger woman. Hu Yifei didn't want to be pointed at and gossiped about during her future classes. Although she didn't care, it was better to be careful. After getting into the car with Song Yang, Hu Yifei fastened her seatbelt and asked, "Where are you taking me?" Song Yang glanced at her, noticing the seatbelt digging deep into her cleavage, and couldn't help but compliment, "Sister Yifei, your figure is getting better and better..." Hu Yifei smiled modestly, "It's alright." She had noticed this problem a long time ago and could guess it was probably related to Song Yang's care. After all, these changes only occurred after she got together with Song Yang. This was a good thing; at least she wouldn't go hungry when they had a child. Song Yang gave her a deep look and smiled, "Sister Yifei, I wonder if you're confident now?" Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at Song Yang, knowing what he meant, but didn't refuse, "I'll let you try it later and you'll know." "Haha..." Song Yang laughed and nodded, "Okay, let's go get some food first." "Sister Yifei, what do you want to eat?" Hu Yifei hesitated for a moment, thinking about what was about to happen, then suddenly gritted her teeth and said, "Let's go eat hot pot." "Let's find the spiciest hot pot." "Okay." Song Yang saw through Hu Yifei's thoughts and didn't care at all. The burning sensation from the spiciness would be even better. Seeing Song Yang agree, Hu Yifei continued to ask, "Did you call Yu Mo and Amanda?" "No?" Song Yang shook his head and said, "Should I call them now?" "No." Hu Yifei quickly stopped him, looking at Song Yang and saying quietly, "Let me eat first before calling them." Anyway, there's no worry about them not having food. Afterwards, the two went to a hot pot restaurant. As Hu Yifei requested, they ordered the spiciest broth. After eating the hot pot, Hu Yifei was sweating profusely. Her lips were bright red from the spiciness, and no amount of water helped. On the way to the Sheshan villa, Hu Yifei was still fanning herself to relieve the burning pain. Seeing this, Song Yang felt a pang of pity and suggested, "Sister Yifei, would you like some milk?" Milk is very effective at relieving the spiciness. Chapter 488: Let Hu Yifei Cosplay as Superwoman! "Really?" Hu Yifei paused slightly, as if there was such a thing, then said, "Then pull over." "I'll go buy some." "I knew I shouldn't have ordered something so spicy." Hu Yifei felt a little regretful, her lips swollen. She hadn't managed to make Song Yang feel the spiciness, but she herself was already suffering from it. After hearing Hu Yifei's words, Song Yang shook his head and smiled, "Sister Yifei, why do you need to buy anything?" "Isn't there some ready-made?" "Uh..." Hu Yifei was taken aback and looked at Song Yang, "Are you serious?" "Aren't you afraid of burning yourself out?" "It's okay, Sister Yifei." Song Yang shook his head and said seriously, "It's just a little spicy." "I can handle it!" "Just don't make you burn yourself out, Sister Yifei." Hu Yifei couldn't help but glare at Song Yang and said irritably, "Shouldn't I thank you properly?" That's what she said. But Hu Yifei didn't refuse Song Yang's suggestion. After all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. She raised her hand and tied her loose hair back with a hair tie, reminding him, "Drive slowly." The next second, a burning sensation hit him. Song Yang couldn't help but gasp, "Hiss..." Hu Yifei quickly stopped, looking up at Song Yang, somewhat nervously, "Are you alright?" "Should we just stop?" Song Yang looked straight ahead and uttered two words: "Continue." Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at Song Yang, thinking to herself, "Just wait till I burn you, you big jerk!" About an hour later, the two arrived outside the Sheshan Villa. The drive would normally take about half an hour, but it took twice as long to solve Hu Yifei's problem. Getting out of the car, Hu Yifei pursed her lips: "It seems to be working quite well." "Would I lie to you?" Song Yang smiled, putting his arm around Hu Yifei and leading her inside. Actually, he didn't know if it really worked. Milk was fine, but this wasn't real milk. It had only been an hour; even the spiciness should have subsided by now. Hu Yifei nodded, somewhat puzzled, "Why does it taste a little sweeter than before?" "Eat more fruit." Song Yang was very understanding. He ate fruit every day to improve the taste. As soon as they entered the house, Song Yang pointed to the sofa and said, "Sister Yifei, I prepared an outfit for you. Change quickly and let me see." Hu Yifei was already used to Song Yang's endless surprises. Walking towards the sofa, she asked, "What kind of outfit is it this time?" "Flight attendant? Nurse?" "Or teacher?" Song Yang didn't answer, but smiled, "You'll see when you see it." "Still so mysterious." Hu Yifei was a little speechless, picking up a bag from the sofa and opening it. Looking closely, it was a tight-fitting outfit. Red and blue color scheme, and it seemed to have a cape as well. This outfit looked so familiar. A hint of suspicion flashed in Hu Yifei's eyes, and after unfolding it, she blurted out, "It's Superman!?" "Yes!" Song Yang had already walked over to Hu Yifei, expectantly saying, "Sister Yifei." "Today you're Superwoman!" Hu Yifei gritted her teeth, turned around, and looked helplessly at Song Yang: "You're quite the character!" Song Yang smiled and urged Yifei to change quickly. Hu Yifei glared at Song Yang, too lazy to waste her breath. She had more important things to do. She immediately started changing, not bothering to hide Song Yang's presence. After all, given their relationship, there was no need for that. A moment later, Superwoman-style Hu Yifei appeared before Song Yang. The classic red and blue color scheme made Hu Yifei's already fair skin appear even more delicate. The form-fitting material tightly hugged her body, perfectly outlining Hu Yifei's far more sexy curves than before. A wasp waist, a pert bottom, and a shapely figure—she was practically perfect. Most importantly, Hu Yifei's own aura. Wearing this outfit, she really did have the air of a superhero fighting evil. But today, this superwoman is in trouble! Facing an opponent as massive as Song Yang, Hu Yifei is no match at all. Moreover, this isn't their first encounter; she's always quickly fallen into a disadvantageous position, until she's completely defeated. Sure enough, she couldn't even last a few rounds before she was completely overwhelmed. At first, she could defend and counterattack, even turning the tables. But later, she was completely at his mercy, her screams echoing throughout the room. Soon, evening arrived. Seeing Song Yang pulling up his pants and about to leave, Hu Yifei forced herself to sit up in bed and pleaded, "Aren't you staying here tonight?" "No," Song Yang shook his head, "I have other things to do." Hu Yifei didn't believe him and said discontentedly, "I bet you're rushing off to some woman's place." Song Yang raised an eyebrow: "Then I'll stay and continue?" "No!" Hu Yifei was startled and quickly said, "You go now!" "If you come any longer, you'll kill me!" "Haha..." Song Yang smiled slightly and continued, "Why don't you call Yu Mo and Amanda?" "Let them come over and keep you company, so you won't be bored." "Okay." Hu Yifei nodded, thinking it was a good idea. Clearly, Song Yang wasn't staying overnight, and if Yu Mo and Amanda came over, they'd only be able to watch her eat and drink her fill, while the two of them wouldn't even get a hot drink. It was quite amusing. Thinking of that scene, Hu Yifei couldn't help but laugh: "I'll call them myself." "You should go do your thing." "Okay, I'm leaving then." Song Yang dressed neatly and turned to leave. As soon as Song Yang left, Hu Yifei had already found her phone. She found Yu Mo's number and dialed: "Yu Mo, where are you now?" "At the apartment, why aren't you back yet?" Qin Yu Mo's voice came from the phone: "You're not with Song Yang, secretly eating alone, are you?" "Haha..." Hu Yifei laughed a few times before saying, "Guess!" "Guess what?!" "Tell me where you are now!" "I'm coming right now." "Me too!" Besides Qin Yumo's voice, Amanda's voice also rang out. Clearly, the two were together. "Come on, I'm already full." Hu Yifei, wanting to see some fun, frankly admitted, "I'm at my villa in Sheshan." Chapter 489: Zou Yue: They can really make things interesting! After receiving Hu Yifei's call, Qin Yumo and Amanda rushed over. Hu Yifei was already dressed and ready, even having brewed a pot of tea, leisurely waiting for them on the living room sofa. When Qin Yumo and Amanda entered, they saw Hu Yifei sitting there with her legs crossed. "Where's Song Yang?" Amanda asked impatiently. Hu Yifei calmly took a sip of tea before replying, "He's already left." "Ah..." Qin Yumo and Amanda were startled. They had rushed over with high hopes, all for a few hot meals. They hadn't expected to be late despite their haste. They exchanged a glance, then their gaze fell on Hu Yifei. Her lingering charm, rosy complexion, and radiant appearance made her look glowing. She must have already eaten and drunk her fill. Seeing this, Qin Yumo said with some dissatisfaction, "Yifei, you're really not being fair." "You secretly ate it all by yourself, and only called us over after Song Yang left." "Right!" Amanda wholeheartedly agreed, then her eyes lit up, and she suddenly pounced on Hu Yifei: "You must still have some left by Song Yang here..." But she was no match for Hu Yifei. Before she could finish her sentence, Hu Yifei pushed her away, saying disdainfully, "I already washed it clean!" Hu Yifei had long expected Amanda to act this way. This divorced young woman had absolutely no bottom line. She would eat anything that spilled from her mouth, saying that not a single drop could be wasted. This had happened several times before, and this time she couldn't let her get away with it. "I don't believe it!" "There must still be some inside!" "How could you wash it clean when it's so deep!" Amanda didn't believe it and wanted Hu Yifei to check. "Get lost!" Hu Yifei wouldn't tolerate Amanda and directly grabbed her. If Song Yang were here, she would have been more restrained. It was because of this that Amanda had repeatedly succeeded before. Now that Song Yang isn't here, things are different. Having subdued Amanda, Hu Yifei said helplessly, "Do you think I don't want Song Yang to stay?" "You all know he has so many women to take care of." "Why don't you give him a call?" "See if he can come back." Qin Yumo's eyes lit up, and she immediately took out her phone and called Song Yang. The call was quickly answered, and Song Yang's voice came through: "Sister Yumo, what's up?" "What do you think?" Qin Yumo's voice was somewhat resentful: "Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" "Amanda and I are here." "Do you want to come?" "Next time." Song Yang still refused, emphasizing, "Sister Yumo, I really have something important to do today." "Next time I'll have a good time with you guys." "Don't say next time." Amanda leaned in and said, "If not tonight, then tomorrow night." "See you here!" Hu Yifei quickly said, "Don't drag me along, I have class tomorrow!" "Okay, then tomorrow night." Song Yang agreed, and continued, "I have something to do here, so I'll leave it at that." He had just hung up the phone. Song Yang looked out of the car to see if Zou Yue had gotten off when another call came in. He looked up and saw it was Zhu Suosuo calling. He glanced at the time, 10 p.m. He guessed Jiang Nansun was next to Zhu Suosuo. Thinking about what was going to happen next, Song Yang's lips curled up slightly, and he answered, "Suosuo." "Husband!" Zhu Suosuo was very enthusiastic, calling him "husband" right away. But Song Yang was unmoved, and simply asked, "What's wrong?" There was a long silence on Zhu Suosuo's end before a voice came through; "Are you really a shareholder of my company?" Song Yang could vaguely guess the reason for Zhu Suosuo's silence, and laughed, "You've already seen it, haven't you?" "Husband, you're amazing!" After a few simple words, the two hung up the phone. Putting down her phone, Zhu Suosuo looked at Jiang Nansun beside her: "Nansun, my boyfriend might have other women. The secretary who went to sign the contract today." "She actually signed her name on a contract." Jiang Nansun fell silent. Song Yang had more than just that Secretary Shen. There was also the one she saw last night. As for the others, who knew how many more. Zhu Suosuo didn't know Shen Bing had been here. This was because Jiang Nansun, to avoid a breakdown in her relationship with Zhu Suosuo, had specifically told her parents not to make a fuss. Jiang's parents had listened. "Nansun, what should I do?" "What if that Shen Bing really has a relationship with Song Yang?" Zhu Suosuo was somewhat confused. She had wanted to ask Song Yang earlier, but the words caught in her throat. She was afraid Song Yang would admit it outright. "Suo Suo, don't overthink it," Jiang Nansun comforted her, thinking of herself. "At least Song Yang likes you." "Otherwise, he wouldn't have given you a house on our first meeting." At this point, Jiang Nansun sighed inwardly. Tonight, she was going to become Song Yang's woman. No, she was going to be a subservient bitch! Thinking about what she might face, Jiang Nansun looked at Zhu Suosuo with a hint of envy. Subconsciously, Jiang Nansun said, "If it were me..." "I definitely wouldn't think about these things." "You're right." Zhu Suosuo nodded, seemingly understanding. She thought about it carefully; she had given Song Yang everything. This was the man she would spend her whole life with! Meanwhile, Zou Yue came out of her house. Watching her get into the car, Song Yang asked, "Is everything prepared?" "Of course!" Zou Yue nodded confidently, "I guarantee that Jiang Nansun will be thoroughly played with by the master today." "Very good." Song Yang expressed satisfaction and smiled, "Let's find a hotel first." Training isn't something that can be done all at once. Some preparatory work needs to be done in advance. This is one of the reasons why Zou Yue was brought along. Besides showing Jiang Nansun what to do, she also needs to know what to do. The preparatory work also needs to be handled by Zou Yue. Chapter 490: What is jelly used for? A cell phone rang. It was Jiang Nansun's phone. Zhu Suosuo, sitting beside her, asked in confusion, "Who's calling you so late?" She tried to peek, but Jiang Nansun wouldn't let her. Jiang Nansun had been restless all day. She knew what was coming would eventually happen. So she'd been waiting for Song Yang's call. Now the phone was ringing, and at this hour. She knew without a doubt it was Song Yang calling. She'd done what he asked for. Now it was time to fulfill his demands. Ignoring Zhu Suosuo, Jiang Nansun picked up her phone and stood up. "I'm going out for a bit." "I might not be back tonight." Without waiting for Zhu Suosuo's reaction, she left the bedroom, grabbed the things Song Yang had asked for, and left the house. Half an hour later, Jiang Nansun appeared at the place Song Yang had mentioned: a five-star hotel. Although she knew how she would be treated, she felt a sense of relief hearing that Song Yang was waiting for her at the hotel. After all, it was indoors, unlike with that woman from yesterday. Playing those kinds of games on the street. Composing herself, Jiang Nansun, already standing at the door, raised her hand. After hesitating for a long time, she finally knocked. She knew that once this door opened, she would be greeted by a shadow that would haunt her for the rest of her life. "Bang bang..." Hearing the knocking, Zou Yue was clearly more excited than Song Yang, who remained unmoved: "Master, she's here!" "I'll go open the door!" She said, already getting up and walking towards the door. Sure enough, standing outside was Jiang Nansun. Seeing that it wasn't Song Yang who opened the door, but someone else, Jiang Nansun was startled. Could it be that she was going to be with the other person? She recognized the woman who opened the door for her at a glance. It was the same teacher who had performed the "Wu Song Fights the Tiger" act last night. Jiang Nansun had thought tonight would be a duel between her and Song Yang. She hadn't expected a third person to be involved. "Come in, Miss Jiang," Zou Yue said warmly, making way for her. "The master has been waiting for you for a long time." Jiang Nansun bit her lip, knowing she had no way out. Whatever happened next, she had no choice but to face it. She slowly walked into the room, and hearing the door close behind her, Jiang Nansun felt a pang of sorrow. Seeing Jiang Nansun enter, Song Yang smiled and said, "Miss Jiang, I thought you were going to stand me up." Jiang Nansun walked up to Song Yang, her voice trembling slightly, "Mr. Song, thank you for helping me..." "No need to thank me, this is our deal." Song Yang waved his hand, interrupting Jiang Nansun's politeness. Then he stood up and reached out to pinch her smooth chin. After briefly admiring Jiang Nansun's distinctive swan-like neck, Song Yang said solemnly, "Since it's a transaction, there's no need to be polite with me." "Of course, I won't be polite with you either." "So Miss Jiang should think carefully. 'What should you call me?'" Zou Yue, standing to the side, instinctively wanted to answer, but Song Yang's gaze blocked her, leaving her speechless with a wronged expression. Similarly, upon hearing Song Yang's words, Jiang Nansun also instinctively looked at Zou Yue. The way Zou Yue had always addressed Song Yang flashed through her mind. Master! Jiang Nansun opened her mouth, but couldn't utter the words. "Hmm?" Seeing Jiang Nansun's hesitation, Song Yang's gaze gradually turned cold. Meeting Song Yang's gaze, Jiang Nansun stiffened: "Master!" As soon as the two words left her lips, Jiang Nansun deflated like a punctured balloon. She became shaky and unsteady. Because she knew that from this moment on, she had no dignity left. "Haha..." Song Yang laughed. Zou Yue, standing to the side, also laughed. Casually, Song Yang released Jiang Nansun's chin and asked, "Can you dance?" Jiang Nansun, unsure of Song Yang's intentions, nodded and said, "Yes." "I've studied ballet and classical dance." "Not bad," Song Yang nodded in approval. He'd received the flowing, wide-sleeved dress from Jiang Nansun; it would be a waste not to wear it and perform a dance. Since she could dance, he naturally wanted to make the most of it! Anyway, there's plenty of time, no need to rush into the main topic. If we're going to play, we should play to the fullest and have a great time. We won't leave Jiang Nansun with any regrets, we'll let her unleash all her talents. Of course, Song Yang will teach her anything she doesn't know before. Plus, with Zou Yue's assistance, I believe she'll get the hang of it quickly. Hearing this, Zou Yue quickly said, "Master, I can learn too!" “No need.” Song Yang shook his head and ordered, “Take your partner to get ready first.” “Yes, Master!” Zou Yue nodded and led Jiang Nansun to the room. Jiang Nansun initially thought that Song Yang’s “get ready” just meant changing clothes. After all, Song Yang had just said he probably wanted to see her dance. But after following Zou Yue into the bathroom, she realized how naive she had been. Zou Yue pointed to a large pile of things on the table: “These are all prepared for you!” Jiang Nansun remained silent. Looking at the items, aside from the few sets of clothes and the conspicuous tail, she couldn't discern their purpose. Especially the syringe with the tubing. Seemingly noticing Jiang Nansun's gaze, Zou Yue considerately picked it up and explained, "This is indispensable!" Then, she explained its specific uses to Jiang Nansun in detail. After listening, Jiang Nansun nearly fainted. She hadn't expected there to be so much intricacies involved. And this also showed they had ample experience. But… the scene she had witnessed yesterday flashed through Jiang Nansun's mind. Could someone with Song Yang's terrifying physique really handle this? Zou Yue, ignoring Jiang Nansun's thoughts, continued, "And this jelly is also very useful." Chapter 491: The Fox's Tail Revealed During the Dance! Jiang Nansun was truly dumbfounded. She stared blankly at the jelly in Zou Yue's hand. She simply couldn't understand how such a small jelly could be used in this way. "Alright." After a brief introduction, Zou Yue clapped her hands, bringing Jiang Nansun back to her senses. "The director is still waiting for us." "Don't waste time, let's get started." Jiang Nansun bit her lip, frozen in place. Seeing Jiang Nansun motionless, Zou Yue reassured her, "Don't worry, this is just—preparation." "And doing this will make it much easier for you to get to the point." Inside the living room, Song Yang sat on the sofa. He was patient and not in a hurry at all, quietly waiting for Zou Yue and the transformed Jiang Nansun. About half an hour later, footsteps approached. Song Yang turned his head and his eyes lit up. He saw Jiang Nansun walking slowly towards him in an ancient dress. The ancient dress she wore was the reward she had drawn earlier—a flowing, wide-sleeved fairy dress that had been returned to its rightful owner. At this moment, Jiang Nansun resembled Long Kui from his memory. Song Yang unconsciously curled his lips into a smile: "This dress really suits you!" Meeting Song Yang's gaze, Jiang Nansun, who had already reached him, remained silent. But she also agreed with what Song Yang said. This dress really suited her; it was practically tailor-made for her. Zou Yue, who had followed behind, noticed that Jiang Nansun was silent and thoughtfully reminded her, "At this time..." "You should say that the master likes it." Song Yang gave Zou Yue an approving look, then looked at Jiang Nansun. Jiang Nansun bit her slightly pale lips, and under Song Yang's gaze, finally spoke, "I'm glad Master likes it!" "Not bad." Song Yang clapped his hands twice and commanded, "Let's begin now." "Show us your dance talent." Having reached this point, Jiang Nansun had resigned herself to her fate. What else could she do? If she hadn't accepted it, she wouldn't have come here for the appointment. Since she was already here, she might as well accept it. Thinking about things that didn't matter would only cause her more distress. Jiang Nansun didn't think Song Yang would change his mind. Perhaps making him happy was the only possibility. Thinking this, Jiang Nansun made a plan. To change this situation, she could only start with Song Yang. So, upon hearing Song Yang's command, Jiang Nansun didn't hesitate and proactively asked, "What kind of dance would Master like to see?" Seeing Jiang Nansun take the initiative, Song Yang smiled and said, "Wearing an ancient dress, classical dance would be more suitable." "Okay." Jiang Nansun nodded and slowly retreated to a more spacious area. Then he looked at Zou Yue, who was next to Song Yang, and said, "Could you please play some background music for me?" "Okay." Zou Yue was very enthusiastic, taking out her phone to play the background music Jiang Nansun needed. Not only that, she also brought out a camera, pointing it at Jiang Nansun, clearly intending to record it. Seeing the camera, Jiang Nansun's expression changed slightly. If it were just normal dancing, she wouldn't care. Recording it wouldn't be a big deal. But the problem was, aside from the dance venue and the audience, even her own attire was problematic. This ancient dress was indeed very suitable for dancing, but it concealed a hidden secret. On the surface, there was nothing wrong, but if the dance movements were too large, it would likely be revealed. It was a tail! To be precise, a fox tail. Not only did she have one, but Zou Yue also had similar equipment. However, compared to Zou Yue's ease, Jiang Nansun was quite struggling. Especially those few steps she took were particularly moving. But even if she was uncomfortable, what could she do? And now she still had to dance. Jiang Nansun wasn't sure if she could finish a complete dance under these circumstances. It was even possible that Song Yang wouldn't be able to restrain himself halfway through. As the prelude to the music began, Song Yang said, "Let's begin." Helpless, Jiang Nansun could only strike a pose and say, "Please enjoy, Master." Watching Jiang Nansun's dance, Song Yang recalled Cao Zhi's "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River." A passage from it perfectly suited Jiang Nansun's current dance: "Her form is like a startled swan, graceful as a swimming dragon." What Song Yang found most intriguing was her tail. It swayed occasionally with Jiang Nansun's movements, adding a touch of eeriness, like a fox spirit in human form. Meeting Song Yang's gaze, Jiang Nansun's dance became increasingly alluring, reaching its peak. Even though the occasional glimpse of her fox tail might be a nuisance, she had grown accustomed to it after the initial discomfort. She even found the tug-of-war between her movements quite enjoyable. It was under these circumstances that the color of Jiang Nansun's clothes changed. What was originally a flowing blue dress with wide sleeves was now tinged with red. Slowly, with Jiang Nansun's movements, this red began to spread. Soon, the dance ended. It was clear that Jiang Nansun's dance skills were quite solid; she finished the dance without even breaking a sweat. No, she wasn't out of breath, but her face was flushed. Clearly, this wasn't from dancing. Song Yang clapped his hands and stood up, sincerely praising, "Good, you danced really well!" Watching Song Yang walk towards her, Jiang Nansun trembled. Was he coming? she thought to herself, replying, "I'm glad Master likes it!" Reaching Jiang Nansun, Song Yang nodded, "I like it very much." "This outfit is for you." "Remember to keep it safe; you'll need it often." Jiang Nansun nodded, unable to resist asking, "Master, why does this outfit change color?" Faced with Jiang Nansun's question, Song Yang casually replied, "Because I specially prepared it for you." "Alright, go change into another outfit." "We should go out and take care of some business." Watching Jiang Nansun dance was just the prelude. The real show hadn't even begun. "Outside?" Jiang Nansun was startled. "What else?" Song Yang smiled slightly and said calmly, "Have you ever seen someone walk a dog inside a room?" Chapter 492: Jiang Nansun's Training Diary! In the blink of an eye, it was already noon the next day. Unbeknownst to many, it was already December. Fortunately, the weather was nice, and the midday sun was quite warm. Inside the hotel, a figure lay on her side on the bed. She faced the window, her angle perfectly bathed in sunlight. Although what falls on the face isn't always sunlight, this time it was, and nothing else. Under the sunlight, Jiang Nansun's face became even more rosy and radiant. Perhaps the midday sun was a bit too dazzling. After a while, Jiang Nansun's eyelashes fluttered. The next second, she opened her eyes. Awake, Jiang Nansun looked out the window, her eyes somewhat vacant. Upon waking, the throbbing pains in several parts of her body brought back memories of the previous night. Every detail was vividly remembered: taking photos in the park; crawling on the overpass; eating a delicious meal in a secluded spot, unseen by passersby; sometimes sharing the meal with Zou Yue; and admiring the Bund scenery with Song Yang while leaning on the railing, with countless tourists behind them. And there was Zou Yue, filming with a camera not far away. Everything that happened last night was recorded in its entirety, including the scene of bleeding. Jiang Nansun never imagined that she would take the most important step of her life in front of everyone. Thinking of this, a flicker of emotion appeared in Jiang Nansun's eyes. Not because of these nightmarish memories, but because she realized that her heart had accepted this identity. She had discovered this problem since yesterday. At first, she felt some resistance, even pain. But later, the feeling changed. Is this the real me? Jiang Nansun asked herself. Faced with the most honest answer in her heart, she was unwilling to accept it. But the fact is the fact, and even if she couldn't accept it, what had to happen had already happened. After a long while, Jiang Nansun got out of bed. Getting out of bed aggravated her wound, causing her to gasp for breath from time to time. But she still endured it and silently put on her clothes, preparing to go home and rest properly. Jiang Nansun had a clear understanding of her injuries. If she didn't rest properly for a while, she would probably have sequelae. In the living room, Zou Yue sat on the sofa watching TV. Compared to Jiang Nansun the first time, she was much more experienced. She was already used to all of Song Yang's methods. Plus, yesterday she was only assisting, and most of the damage was done to Jiang Nansun, so Zou Yue woke up not long after Song Yang. The reason she didn't leave was that Song Yang asked her to stay and take care of Jiang Nansun. At the very least, she could help apply the medicine. Speaking of which, Jiang Nansun's apartment was quite nice. Not the absolute best, but still quite desirable. Now that it had been ravaged, it needed some repairs. Not to mention returning it to its original perfect state, at least the two doors that had been pushed open needed to be closed. Hearing the noise, Zou Yue turned her head and looked: "You're awake." Jiang Nansun didn't respond to Zou Yue's greeting. She just glanced at her subconsciously and continued walking towards the door. Seeing this, Zou Yue quickly got off the sofa and blocked Jiang Nansun's way: "Don't rush off." "Wait until I finish applying the medicine for you." This was something the master specifically instructed. "And your wound is prone to infection if not treated promptly." "You don't want any lasting effects, do you?" Jiang Nansun paused, remembering Song Yang's praise. She clearly remembered Song Yang mentioning her extraordinary abilities. "Small family, hard to extricate oneself." In the end, Jiang Nansun stayed for the time being. She knew her wound would be difficult to treat alone without help. She also didn't want to attract Song Yang's attention. Jiang Nansun knew that if she left, Zou Yue would definitely tell Song Yang. When Song Yang came looking for her then, she didn't know how he would punish this disobedient dog. Zou Yue, as expected of someone with experience, was very skilled at applying medicine. She quickly treated Jiang Nansun's wound. After Jiang Nansun put his clothes back on, Zou Yue took out something. It was the property certificate for the house Jiang Nansun's father had mortgaged for a loan. "This is from your master," Zou Yue said, placing the property certificate in Jiang Nansun's hand. "It's a reward for your obedience." Looking at the property certificate in his hand, Jiang Nansun felt a bitter taste in his mouth. But at least, his family's house was safe. He didn't have to worry about being kicked out someday for displeasing Song Yang. "Thank you," Jiang Nansun said. But Zou Yue shook her head and said, "Why are you thanking me?" "You should thank our master!" Jiang Nansun was silent for a long time before nodding and saying, "I will thank my master properly!" "That's right," Zou Yue smiled and suggested, "Be obedient in the future." "Your master will definitely not treat you unfairly." "Okay." "Then I'll go first." Jiang Nansun nodded, no longer wanting to stay here. Without waiting for Zou Yue's response, he endured the pain and quickly left. This time, Zou Yue did not stop him. Watching Jiang Nansun disappear from sight, Zou Yue sighed, "He still lacks training!" Even though she had gleaned some promise from Jiang Nansun's performance last night, he still needed training to truly become qualified. Just like herself, he didn't need his master to speak, or even a glance, to know what to do. Zou Yue believed that Jiang Nansun would reach that level in the future; it was just a matter of time. And coincidentally, her master had no shortage of time. Once Jiang Nansun recovered, the second round of training would begin. Even if Song Yang forgot about it, Zou Yue would remind him. After all, this was a hard-won companion. Pulling herself back to reality, Zou Yue took out her phone and called Song Yang: "Master, the dog is gone." "Okay." "You should go back and rest too." Song Yang's voice came from the phone: "That's all, bye." Chapter 493: Song Yang: Your husband is back! "Come eat this." "It's for protein." As soon as Song Yang hung up the phone, Zhong Xiaoqin, sitting on his lap, picked up a piece of beef and held it to his lips. Song Yang didn't stand on ceremony, and after finishing it, he laughed, "Were you worried you wouldn't have enough to eat later?" "No way." Zhong Xiaoqin blushed slightly, saying shyly, "You always bring out so much." "I can't finish it all by myself." Judging from past experience, let alone by himself, there were ten people sitting around, and they were all drooling. "Haha..." Song Yang smiled slightly. His hands, which weren't used for chopsticks, weren't idle either. An hour earlier. When Song Yang left the hotel, he received a call from Zhong Xiaoqin. She said it had been a long time since they'd seen each other, and she even missed him. She invited him to her house. She even specifically mentioned that the cat cage would soon need netting. Why would a cat cage need netting? Clearly, there was an underlying meaning. Actually, strictly speaking, it hadn't been that long since their last meeting at Xu Huanshan's house. But since she was so direct, how could Song Yang refuse? Moreover, the cat cage he gave Zhong Xiaoqin last time should be put to good use, not just left there as decoration. After walking the dog last night, it would be nice to pet the cat today. So as soon as Song Yang arrived, he had Zhong Xiaoqin change into that outfit, transforming into a catgirl. But he didn't rush to pet the cat, after all, she had already prepared a meal. Whatever else was going on, eating would come first. He couldn't let her good intentions go to waste. Besides, petting a cat is tiring. How could he not eat his fill? Of course, Song Yang didn't need to do that; he was just being considerate of Zhong Xiaoqin. They ate slowly for almost an hour before finally finishing the meal. During this time, Song Yang didn't even touch his chopsticks. Zhong Xiaoqin, sitting on his lap, fed him herself. Song Yang ate and drank well, but Zhong Xiaoqin was clearly not full. Come to think of it, she was basically feeding Song Yang, barely eating anything herself. She was probably saving room for dessert and the main course to come. After putting down her chopsticks, Zhong Xiaoqin asked, "Are you full?" "Almost." Song Yang nodded, his gaze falling on Zhong Xiaoqin's face. He smiled and asked, "Sister Xiaoqin, your husband won't come home halfway through, will he?" "No, he won't." Hearing Song Yang mention her husband, Zhong Xiaoqin's expression remained unchanged. It was clear that in her heart, Chen Yu was already considered an outsider. Zhong Xiaoqin looked at Song Yang and couldn't help but laugh, "I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of? Even if he comes back, it's fine." "Maybe he has the same hobbies as Chen Yu." At this point, Zhong Xiaoqin's mind flashed back to her previous experiences. The time at Gu Jia's house, the actions of the three of them—herself, Wang Manni, and Xu Huanshan—were truly unforgettable. She never imagined that Xu Huanshan would be such a man. "Haha..." Song Yang couldn't help but laugh. Zhong Xiaoqin spoke without thinking, but he knew perfectly well what was going on. If Chen Yu really came, under the green halo, he would quickly accept this reality and become like Xu Huanshan and that Vincent. Not only would he not be angry about his wife's infidelity, but he would actually enjoy it. Just like Xu Huanshan and Vincent, who had invited her to their places more than once. As for why she went, of course, it was to satisfy their cravings. "Let's not talk about him anymore," Zhong Xiaoqin said, knowing the opportunity was rare and not wanting to waste time. "I'm not full yet." Before she finished speaking, she had already slid off Song Yang's lap. In the blink of an eye, she was gone. No one knew where she was hiding to steal some food. Before she knew it, it was one o'clock in the afternoon. Song Yang had arrived close to noon. Counting the time, he had been at Zhong Xiaoqin's house for almost two hours. Song Yang planned to stay there for the afternoon. Then, after dark, he would go to the Sheshan Villa to play with Qin Yumo and the others. After all, he had promised yesterday and couldn't stand them up. "Meow..."—a faint, ambiguous meow came. At this moment, Zhong Xiaoqin was already curled up in her cage. A bell collar hung around her neck, and with the slightest movement, a clear, crisp sound rang out. Song Yang stood in front of her, admiring this scene. Not only Song Yang, but also Zhong Xiaoqin's cat. The cat seemed curious as to why its owner was taking over its home. Just then, the sound of a lock being opened came from outside. Zhong Xiaoqin was oblivious, completely absorbed in her role. But Song Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be Chen Yu coming back?" Then he thought about it again, and it didn't seem so strange. This was someone else's home; coming home was perfectly normal. It was just the current situation... Song Yang glanced down at Zhong Xiaoqin. It seemed Chen Yu was destined to join Xu Huanshan's ranks. That was fine; he wouldn't have to sneak around anymore. "What's wrong?" Zhong Xiaoqin couldn't hear the noise outside, but she noticed Song Yang's sudden change in expression. Before she finished speaking, the door opened. Pushing open the door, Chen Yu was stunned. His wife was in a cage, and the man was standing outside. Although separated by an iron cage, it didn't hinder their communication. This scene completely froze Chen Yu in place. He didn't even notice the key falling from his hand. Seeing Chen Yu return, Zhong Xiaoqin was startled: "Why are you back?" "Why am I back!" Chen Yu only snapped out of his daze upon hearing Zhong Xiaoqin's voice. He looked at the two of them, horrified by his own true feelings. Normally, encountering something like this should have caused anger. He might even have rushed at the man who hadn't stopped and attacked him. But Chen Yu found that he felt no anger at all. Instead, he felt a sense of enjoyment. This discovery was unbelievable to Chen Yu. He truly hadn't expected himself to have such a fetish. But the reality was right before his eyes. The sounds around him continued, and his heart grew increasingly agitated. It wasn't anger, but a perverse pleasure. Chapter 494: Song Yang: She's just tired! Chen Yu stood there motionless, staring blankly at himself and Song Yang. Zhong Xiaoqin couldn't help but wonder to herself, could she have really guessed right? Did Chen Yu have the same kind of fetish as Xu Huanshan? Little did Zhong Xiaoqin know that this was Song Yang's skill at work. She disregarded everything else and completely let go. Chen Yu watched, utterly shocked. This was a side of his wife he had never seen before. In fact, they had been living separately for a long time. Forget about marital relations; they wouldn't even touch each other. It wasn't that Chen Yu didn't want to, but Zhong Xiaoqin wouldn't allow it. They even slept separately, one in the bedroom, the other on the sofa. Song Yang, clutching the cat cage, kindly reminded him, "Mr. Chen, I think you should close the door." Chen Yu suddenly felt anxious, inwardly grateful. If the neighbors saw this, he'd become a laughingstock. Although he felt a thrill, he didn't want to be the subject of gossip. He turned and looked towards the door. Seeing no one, he breathed a sigh of relief before closing it. Actually, Chen Yu hesitated before closing the door. He felt it would be more exciting with the door open. But for his wife's sake, he closed it anyway. Back inside, Chen Yu stared intently. He had never imagined himself to be this kind of man. But the reality before him, and his inner feelings, all proved one thing: he was a pervert! Seeing the man's performance becoming increasingly captivating, Zhong Xiaoqin was bending over backwards. Chen Yu couldn't stand it and, out of concern, wanted to speak up to remind him, "You..." But he had only uttered one word when Song Yang interrupted him, "Mr. Chen, don't interrupt my rhythm." Chen Yu's expression stiffened, and after a long while, he finally spoke, "How long have you known my wife?" Song Yang thought for a moment and answered the question, "About two months." "I knew it!" Hearing this answer, Chen Yu finally understood. He had noticed something was wrong with his wife a long time ago and had a suspicion in his mind. After all, for the past few months, there hadn't been any intimacy, not even a kiss, and she had been forced to sleep on the sofa. Chen Yu had suspected this for a while, but he wasn't sure. Now that the truth was out, he felt relieved. At the same time, he was also glad that he had come home unexpectedly today. Otherwise, he would still be kept in the dark. Looking at the man who was still instilling hurtful thoughts, Chen Yu could understand why his wife was with that other man. In terms of both "software" and "hardware," he was no match for him. No wonder she hadn't let him touch her for the past few months. Having tasted a real feast, why would she be interested in snacks? Moreover, Chen Yu was also self-aware. After his wife had been taken over by that other man, she was definitely not suitable for him anymore. Even if they were intimate, it would only be self-humiliating and wouldn't bring any pleasure. The places this man could go were beyond his reach. Unconsciously, it had already gotten dark outside. Chen Yu sat in the living room, like a solid rock, or a soldier guarding a castle, having spent the entire afternoon on the sofa. Since starting his job, Chen Yu had almost never missed a day of work. But this afternoon, he didn't go to the office. The reason was obvious. Turning his head, Chen Yu looked at the tightly closed bedroom door. This should have been his room, but now it had been taken over. The door hadn't been opened all afternoon. But Chen Yu knew that while the bedroom door was closed, the other doors were open. "It should be almost done," Chen Yu thought to himself. He hadn't heard his wife's voice in a long time. Before, he could hear it every few minutes. Sure enough, Song Yang pushed open the door and came out. Seeing this, Chen Yu quickly asked, "Is Xiaoqin alright?" It was clear that Chen Yu was genuinely worried about Zhong Xiaoqin. Song Yang shook his head and smiled, "Don't worry, Mr. Chen." "Sister Xiaoqin is asleep." At this point, Song Yang continued, "It's getting late, I should go." "Mr. Chen, please take good care of Sister Xiaoqin for me." "I'll come visit again next time I have time." Seeing Song Yang pull up his pants and leave, Chen Yu subconsciously asked, "Won't you stay for dinner before you go?" Seeing Chen Yu's enthusiasm, Song Yang sighed inwardly and shook his head, saying, "No, maybe next time." With that, he turned and left. Once Song Yang was gone, the house, which had been bustling all afternoon, became completely quiet. Chen Yu got up from the sofa, wanting to go to the bedroom to check on Zhong Xiaoqin. But Song Yang's warning echoed in his ears. From now on, his wife was his woman. She had nothing to do with him. The only connection was the marriage certificate proving their legal marriage. Chen Yu accepted this outcome calmly. As long as they didn't divorce, that was fine. As long as Zhong Xiaoqin was still his wife, his perverted desires could be frequently satisfied. Thinking of this, Chen Yu withdrew from the bedroom. Then he went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, ensuring that Zhong Xiaoqin could eat as soon as she woke up. Nine o'clock in the evening. Zhong Xiaoqin woke up. She felt refreshed after waking up. It seemed as if the soul hidden within her had undergone a profound sublimation. Rubbing her lower back, Zhong Xiaoqin looked around. Finding Song Yang absent, a flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes. However, she knew how busy Song Yang was. He couldn't possibly devote all his energy to her. He was already content that he had spent an afternoon with her. Besides, this was her limit; she was truly stuffed. Composing herself, Zhong Xiaoqin left the bedroom. Hearing the noise, Chen Yu quickly turned around. He immediately saw his wife's rosy cheeks, looking exceptionally charming. Chen Yu's eyes filled with love. He also felt grateful to Song Yang for making his wife radiant. At this moment, Zhong Xiaoqin seemed to have returned to her eighteen-year-old self. Turning away, Chen Yu asked with concern, "Are you hungry? I've already prepared dinner. Sit down for a while, I'll heat it up. It'll be ready to eat soon." Faced with Chen Yu's concern, Zhong Xiaoqin remained expressionless and asked, "When did Song Yang leave?" So his name was Song Yang. Chen Yu silently memorized the name and then said, "Mr. Song left as soon as he came out of the room." "Oh." Zhong Xiaoqin nodded, then looked at Chen Yu: "Don't you have anything to say?" "No." Chen Yu shook his head, afraid that Zhong Xiaoqin would bring up divorce because he had discovered this. He immediately promised earnestly, "Xiaoqin, I won't interfere in your affairs." "Hehe..." Zhong Xiaoqin laughed, then said lightly, "What if I get pregnant?" Chen Yu was taken aback, then said, "I'll raise the child for you?" Zhong Xiaoqin scoffed: "Are you worthy?" Chapter 495: Inviting Nuolan, Goodbye He Yimei! A few hours earlier... After leaving Zhong Xiaoqin's place, Song Yang had just gone downstairs when he received a call from Amanda: "When are you coming?" "The three of us are waiting!" Song Yang was a little surprised: "Sister Yifei is here too?" "Of course." Amanda laughed and said, "How could such a good thing be complete without her?" "Come on over!" "We're all ready!" "We're just waiting for you to start the meal!" "Okay, I'm on my way." Song Yang agreed, and added, "Prepare some food." "We'll talk about other things after dinner." "Okay." After a brief chat, Song Yang hung up the phone. He originally wanted to go directly to the Sheshan Villa to meet up with Hu Yifei and the others. But then he thought, this is the main stage of Love Apartment. He should invite Nuolan as well and let her join the family. Anyway, it was bound to happen sooner or later, so he might as well take advantage of today. Hu Yifei was also there. Let these two rivals from the show have a showdown on the spot. With that in mind, Song Yang dialed Nuolan's number: "Sister Nuolan, where are you?" There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a voice came through: "I just got off work." "You called me... what's up?" Hearing Nuolan's somewhat hesitant voice, Song Yang smiled and said, "I'll introduce you to some friends." "Wait for me at the TV station entrance, I'll come pick you up right away." "No." Nuolan wanted to refuse, but the phone had already gone dead. Putting down her phone, Nuolan felt a little helpless. She wanted to go straight home and ignore Song Yang. But images of her with Song Yang flashed through her mind. The impact of his strong body was unforgettable. Then, she thought of her ex-husband, who had made her feel like she was dying. Nuolan immediately made her choice. Since she had nothing to do at home anyway, she might as well go out with Song Yang. As for his offer to introduce her to friends, Nuolan just thought it was an excuse to get her. Introducing others to her? He probably wanted to introduce her to his already known younger brother. Afterwards, Nuolan waited at the TV station entrance, waiting for Song Yang to pick her up so they could spend a wonderful night together. "Nuolan." Just then, a familiar voice came from behind. Nuolan turned around and greeted her, "Yimei." Yes, it was He Yimei who greeted Nuolan. They worked in the same unit, but not in the same department. He Yimei worked at the television station, and Nuolan at the radio station. They were both known as the "station beauties" by their colleagues. For various reasons, they were fairly familiar with each other and could be considered friends. He Yimei walked over and invited, "Nuolan, it's still early, let's go shopping. It's almost the change of seasons, and I'm planning to buy some clothes." "No," Nuolan shook her head apologetically, "I have other things to do tonight." "Alright," He Yimei didn't insist, "Then we'll meet again next time." With that, He Yimei turned and left. But she hadn't taken more than a few steps when she heard someone calling Nuolan's name again. She knew that voice very well, even unforgettable. So much so that upon hearing it, she couldn't help but turn around. Sure enough, it was that man! "Song Yang!" He Yimei blurted out as she saw the tall figure walking towards Nuolan. "Hmm?" Song Yang turned around and smiled immediately, "Yimei, what a coincidence." Seeing that He Yimei knew Song Yang, Nuolan felt suspicious. Could it be that she and Song Yang also had that kind of relationship? Nuolan considered this possibility, and He Yimei had the same thought. Unlike Nuolan, who was only guessing and unsure, He Yimei was quite certain. She knew Song Yang's character well; any beautiful woman couldn't escape his clutches. Giving Nuolan a deep look, He Yimei turned and left. Her steps were quick, afraid that if she hesitated even a moment, Song Yang would call her back to participate in some group activity. But... she was already here. How could Song Yang let her leave so easily? It had been quite a while since they'd last met. They had originally planned to hold a special event for the Love Apartment, but plans changed. Inviting He Yimei along would make it more lively. He Yimei hadn't taken more than a few steps when Song Yang's voice came: "Yimei." He Yimei trembled. Memories of their past interactions flooded her mind. She unconsciously stopped and turned around: "Is there something you need?" Song Yang smiled slightly and said, "Since you're here, come along. I'm going to introduce some friends to Nuolan later. You happen to know some of them." He Yimei remained silent. Sure enough, this bastard was up to some group activity again. She wondered who would be participating this time. Then, He Yimei thought of something. Nuolan seemed to be married. But then, a bitter smile crept across her face. Zhao Mosheng was married too, and she was still being played around with. In fact, since meeting Song Yang, she hadn't been intimate with her older brother. He Yimei could understand Zhao Mosheng's actions. A one-way street becoming a six-lane road—the signs would be obvious as soon as you got on the road. And that's why her older brother still didn't know how green his head was. Nuolan was somewhat surprised to hear Song Yang's words. She thought Song Yang was just making an excuse, but it turned out he really wanted to introduce her to a friend. But looking at He Yimei's expression, she vaguely felt that this wasn't simple. And from this, she could tell that their relationship was definitely not ordinary. Probably like herself, they had a deep connection with Song Yang. Chapter 496: Nuolan Wants to Leave, Song Yang Persuades Her! On the way to Yu Shan Villa, Song Yang was driving, with Nuolan in the passenger seat. He Yimei sat in the back, knowing Song Yang's driving habits, and generously offered the passenger seat to Nuolan. Sure enough, as soon as they got in, Song Yang's hand was on Nuolan's leg. Nuolan hadn't expected Song Yang to be so brazen. With He Yimei in the back, he dared to do this. This indirectly proved one thing: He Yimei and Song Yang's relationship was extraordinary. Otherwise, he wouldn't disregard her feelings. Feeling the gaze behind her, Nuolan felt extremely uncomfortable. She glanced at the nonchalant Song Yang and finally spoke, "Could you take your hand back?" "Oh?" Song Yang smiled slightly, "Sister Nuolan, this is my driving habit." Seeing that Song Yang refused, Nuolan could only give up. Fortunately, it was only on her leg, and nothing more. Nuolan reassured herself. But even just that, she felt herself starting to feel hot. Before they'd gone far, a blush had already crept onto her fair face. He Yimei, sitting in the back, noticed this and secretly rejoiced. She figured Song Yang had only recently met Nuolan, which explained his restraint. If it were her, she probably wouldn't have been so lenient. She vividly remembered the time she'd ridden alone in Song Yang's car, her head never lifting the entire way. At Yu Shan Villa, Hu Yifei and her two companions were already prepared. Hu Yifei was alright; she'd had a big meal yesterday and hadn't fully recovered. She hadn't wanted to be here today, but Qin Yumo and Amanda had insisted. They were saying things like, "Sisters for life! Sharing joys and sorrows! Fighting together, sharing everything!" Left with no other choice, she could only stay and keep them company. However, Hu Yifei knew her own situation. Tonight, she could only barely provide support; most of the damage would have to be absorbed by Qin Yumo and Amanda. "Why aren't they here yet?" Amanda walked to the door and looked outside. "My mouth is watering!" Hu Yifei couldn't stand such talk and retorted, "If you can't wait, go solve it yourself!" "I don't want to," Amanda raised her hand and shook her head. "Besides, I got my nails done. It's inconvenient." Saying this, she looked at Hu Yifei: "Yifei, why don't you come and help me?" "Get lost!" Hu Yifei refused without hesitation. Qin Yumo, standing to the side, shook her head and smiled. These two were still the same as before. They always bickered when they got together, only managing to be harmonious when Song Yang was around. But sometimes they would secretly compete, leaving Song Yang overwhelmed and forced to attack. Amanda watched from the doorway for a while. Seeing that no car had arrived, she turned and went back inside. But just then, the sound of a car came from inside. Amanda turned around quickly: "Coming!" She ran out the door and saw Song Yang's car had already pulled up. Amanda was overjoyed. She eagerly went to greet him, ready to pounce on him like a hungry tiger as soon as he got out of the car, striving to be the first to get a taste of his freshness. As soon as Song Yang got out of the car, Amanda was already waiting outside. Seeing her about to kneel down, he stopped her, saying, "Amanda, I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush." "I brought two friends with me." "Ah?" Amanda was somewhat helpless. Looking at He Yimei and another strange woman getting out of the car, she felt helpless; this meant she would suffer even more harm. A little while later, Song Yang led the group into the house. He Yimei had worked with Qin Yumo and Amanda before and knew them. Hu Yifei also recognized Nuolan. Wasn't this the stage girl Zeng Xiaoxian had introduced to her to try and drive a wedge between her and Song Yang? She hadn't expected the two of them to get together so quickly. Seeing the women exchanging glances, the atmosphere became somewhat tense. Song Yang, the only man in the room, broke the silence and began to introduce everyone. After introducing them one by one, Song Yang asked, "Is the food ready?" "It's been ready for a long time, just waiting for you." Amanda smiled mysteriously, seemingly preparing a surprise: "Come with me." Since this was Nolan's first time participating in such a group activity, Song Yang, fearing she wouldn't be able to accept it, walked over to her and said, "Nolan, let's go eat first." Nolan remained silent, vaguely understanding the look in Song Yang's eyes when he called her over. He intended to play with her, but not just her. She had already discerned this from the behavior of the others earlier. Including He Yimei and Hu Yifei, they all had relationships with Song Yang similar to hers. Now, they were going to be together. Nolan just couldn't understand how Hu Yifei, who clearly seemed like a strong woman, could accept such a thing? And judging from how naturally they acted, it was obviously not their first time doing this. After a long silence, Nolan finally spoke, "I think I'll go back first." She couldn't accept what was about to happen. That's normal; most people would find it hard to accept. Song Yang understood Nuolan's feelings perfectly. But understanding was one thing, attending was another. Song Yang didn't try to persuade her to stay; it would be a waste of breath and might not even be effective. Actions spoke louder. He immediately hugged Nuolan and threw the sofa next to her aside. "What are you doing!" Nuolan looked at Song Yang in horror. Song Yang didn't speak, going straight to the point with force. A few minutes later, after Nuolan had closed her eyes, he asked, "Do you still want to go back?" Nuolan opened her eyes, saying indignantly, "You've gone too far!" "Haha..." Song Yang laughed and increased his intensity. At the same time, the group who had gone to the basement pool earlier noticed that Song Yang hadn't come back yet, and the woman named Nuolan hadn't followed either. "What are they doing?" The group exchanged glances, all able to guess what was going on. After all, everyone present knew Song Yang well. Qin Yumo spoke up, saying, "I guess Nuolan doesn't want to stay." "Song Yang is trying to persuade her." As for what methods he might use, everyone knew the answer. So no one went up to disturb Song Yang and the others. They'd come over after they finished their business. But taking advantage of this lull, the group looked at He Yimei and asked her about Nuolan. Song Yang had mentioned earlier that they were colleagues. (Chapter 497: Amanda: I shouldn't have gotten a divorce!) Faced with Qin Yumo and the others' questions, He Yimei didn't hide anything and told them what she knew. After all, she, Qin Yumo, and Amanda were all comrades-in-arms who had fought side by side. Even if she and Hu Yifei weren't now, they would be soon. "She's already married." Knowing that Nuolan was already married, Amanda felt a little melancholy: "Should I not have divorced her in the first place?" It was clear from the last gathering. Gu Jia, Zhong Xiaoqin, and the magnanimous Zhao Mosheng were all married young women. And it was obvious that when they received calls from their husbands, Song Yang's interest was even higher. This undoubtedly pointed to one thing. Her decision to divorce was a bit too hasty. There was nothing she could do about it. Amanda had initially thought that she could stay with Song Yang forever. Now that things had developed like this, it was really unexpected. Staying together forever might be possible, but she wouldn't be the only one staying with Song Yang forever. But thinking about it another way, perhaps this was a good thing. With Song Yang's abilities, she really couldn't handle facing things alone. It'll probably be completely ruined in a few days. Unlike now, with someone sharing the firepower, there's no need to worry about being killed by the explosions; they can unleash their full potential. Although it's still a bit strenuous, they can barely hold on. The others ignored Amanda's self-pity. Everyone knew this woman had a bit of a crazy side. She always had some ingenious ideas, some of which Song Yang would adopt, leaving them helpless. Like today's dinner, which was quite unique. Seeing that everyone was ignoring her, Amanda felt a bit awkward, thinking these people were too boring. Song Yang was much more interesting; he always seemed to agree with her ideas. Meanwhile, at the Love Apartment, Hu Yifei hadn't returned for two nights. Qin Yumo and Amanda had also disappeared after going out last night. This inevitably made everyone a little worried. They couldn't get through on the phone; no one answered. Now, the group was gathered in a bar, discussing their next move. Zeng Xiaoxian was there too, silently drinking without uttering a word. As the saying goes, "bitter wine goes down the throat, and the heart aches!" From Hu Yifei's all-night absence yesterday to Qin Yumo and Amanda's hurried departure after receiving a phone call, Zeng Xiaoxian knew what the three of them were up to. After all, when Song Yang came to the apartment last time, he personally witnessed—no, he personally heard—Hu Yifei and the other two taking turns. What pained and embarrassed Zeng Xiaoxian the most was that they were all… well, you know. Sigh. Zeng Xiaoxian felt bitter and could only drown his sorrows in alcohol. Even now, he couldn't understand why they would do this. All three of them were genuine beauties. They could easily charm countless young men outside. So why would they willingly mess around with Song Yang like this? He also wondered how Nuolan was doing. Had Song Yang slept with her? Zeng Xiaoxian thought of yesterday's events. In a few days, Nuolan would be transferred to the late-night slot to work with him. He could subtly inquire about it then, and also remind her not to let Song Yang take advantage of her. Little did Zeng Xiaoxian know that Nuolan's loophole had already been exploited, and was even gaining momentum. The group discussed for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution. Finally, Tang Youyou, quick-witted, looked at Zeng Xiaoxian and said, "Teacher Zeng, we've all made calls. You're the only one who hasn't. Why don't you try calling?" Tang Youyou's suggestion was echoed by everyone: "Yeah, call Yifei." "You and Yifei are so close." Zeng Xiaoxian remained silent, taking a swig of his drink. "My relationship with Yifei is good? How good can it be? Her relationship with Song Yang is much better. They're even in bed together. And calling Yifei at this time?" Zeng Xiaoxian shook his head inwardly. What if Yifei really answered? Wouldn't he have to hear her screams again, just like last time...? Although Yifei's voice was truly beautiful and captivating. Unfortunately, it wasn't because of him. It was because of the man beside her! Facing everyone's gaze, Zeng Xiaoxian stood up and said, "You don't need to worry." "The three of them are together, and Yifei is there too, what could possibly go wrong?" If there were any accidents, it would only be an unplanned pregnancy. From the last incident, it was clear that this young man, Song Yang, had been in close contact with her. It just goes to show how young people are; they act without considering the consequences. Hu Yifei is so old, and she didn't even try to persuade him, letting him get her into bed so easily. "That's true." Hearing Zeng Xiaoxian's words, everyone nodded. "Yifei is a female tyrant who can take on five men!" "More manly than any of us men!" While Hu Yifei wasn't around, they could indulge themselves. "I'm going to work," Zeng Xiaoxian said, turning and leaving. A female tyrant? One against five? More manly than any of us men? That was just Yifei's outward appearance. In front of Song Yang, she was a real woman. As for the claim of one against five, that was even more laughable. It was clearly a three-on-one battle, and they still couldn't win, suffering a crushing defeat. Afterwards, Zeng Xiaoxian, who was going to work the night shift, returned to his apartment alone. After packing his things, he hesitated as he approached the door. Should he call and ask? In the end, he was still worried about Hu Yifei. Even knowing about Yifei and Song Yang, he still thought, "I'll try calling, but they might not answer." Zeng Xiaoxian gave a self-deprecating smile and then took out his phone. He didn't think he made any difference in Hu Yifei's eyes. Lu Ziqiao and the others hadn't gotten through to any of their calls. There was no reason why he would get through when he called. Chapter 978: Zeng Xiaoxian called again! But to Zeng Xiaoxian's surprise, Hu Yifei actually answered the phone! This surprised and delighted Zeng Xiaoxian. It turned out he still held some weight in Hu Yifei's eyes. It wasn't for nothing that he considered her a goddess, and even prepared to take her on. But Zeng Xiaoxian's expression quickly froze. Because the voice on the other end of the phone wasn't Hu Yifei's. "Doorman." Hearing that familiar address, he knew it was Amanda answering the phone. Taking a deep breath, Zeng Xiaoxian finally asked, "Is Yifei alright?" "Haha, how could Yifei be alright! She's perfectly fine! She's eating and drinking." Amanda was very understanding, explaining Hu Yifei's situation, and then added, "Yes, she's changed into a bikini now. She'll have food again soon." Bikini? Zeng Xiaoxian caught that key word. It's so cold in Shanghai now, why make Yifei wear that? It's true what they say, once you get something, you don't know how to cherish it, you just mess around with it recklessly. But he couldn't help but feel envious. Zeng Xiaoxian was also extremely envious. He also wanted to see Hu Yifei in a bikini. Lately, Hu Yifei's figure had become increasingly hot. Curvy and shapely, with a prominent bust and buttocks. He couldn't imagine how sexy Hu Yifei would be in a bikini. Unfortunately, he would never get to see it. Just as he was about to say something, Hu Yifei's voice came from the other end: "Amanda, are you sick?!" "Hang up the phone right now!" Then, the phone was hung up. Looking at the phone that had already been hung up, Zeng Xiaoxian felt a pang of pain in his heart. Amanda had already made it very clear. Hu Yifei was about to face Song Yang's big stick. He could only hope that Qin Yumo and Amanda could share the burden and let Hu Yifei suffer more. Back to Hu Yifei's side. Hu Yifei had just changed into her bikini and hadn't even had a chance to admire her sexy figure. When she turned her head, she saw Amanda holding her phone. Judging from her smile, it was obvious she wasn't up to anything. She snatched the phone and, sure enough, it was a call from Zeng Xiaoxian. Everyone in the apartment could see that Zeng Xiaoxian was deeply in love with her. She'd often been teased about Amanda's affair. What frustrated Hu Yifei was that Zeng Xiaoxian already knew about her and Song Yang, so why was he still so infatuated? Did she have to put on a real-life show in front of him to change his mind? Of course, that was what she thought; Hu Yifei had no intention of doing that. Whatever Zeng Xiaoxian thought was none of her business. As long as he didn't openly pester her, that was enough. "Yifei." Amanda wasn't afraid of Hu Yifei and teased, "Zeng Xiaoxian is just concerned about you." "He called to ask why you hadn't been home for two days. Why don't you call him back later?" Why "later" instead of "now"? Hu Yifei knew exactly what Amanda was thinking. Last time, she was caught off guard by Song Yang's call while they were in bed, giving Zeng Xiaoxian a good show. Did she want it to happen again? Hu Yifei didn't have that kind of fetish. Besides, Amanda was there this time. If things went as Amanda wished, who knew what kind of antics she'd pull. Like now, she was even wearing a bikini for dinner. And this wasn't even a meal at the table, but in the indoor pool in the basement. Was she going to eat dinner, or chicken? Luckily, the indoor pool had a heating system. It instantly transformed into a hot spring that could be used in winter. The reason Hu Yifei agreed was because she knew her own situation. Anyway, she was only playing a supporting role, and the rest of the time she could just soak in the hot spring. It would be a good way to soothe her still a little sore body. Glancing at Amanda, Hu Yifei said indifferently, "You like seeking thrills. You can call your ex-husband later." Amanda's expression stiffened, then she looked up and said, "Fine, I'll call!" At the same time, in the living room upstairs, Song Yang's persuasive efforts were coming to an end. He looked down at the dazed Nuolan and asked again, "Are you still coming or not?" Nuolan involuntarily looked up, her eyes slightly open, staring at Song Yang. The shame and anger that had previously filled her eyes were completely gone, leaving only alluring, shimmering eyes. Nuolan didn't answer Song Yang's question. Or rather, she had no intention of answering. She simply closed her eyes silently, waiting for the final ray of light to shine into her soul. Seeing Nuolan's reaction, Song Yang understood perfectly well. His persuasion hadn't been in vain. It was almost perfectly timed. After Song Yang finished persuading Nuolan, Amanda came up from the basement to the upstairs living room. Amanda glanced at the two people resting on the sofa and smiled, "Are you rested enough?" "We're all waiting for you to start dinner." Song Yang turned his head, looking at Amanda's attire with some surprise, "Are you dressed up for dinner?" "Haha..." Amanda laughed sweetly, "I prepared this especially for you. How is it? Do you like it?" As she spoke, she struck a few alluring poses, showcasing her sexy figure to the fullest. "Not bad." Song Yang nodded sincerely, then said to Nolan beside him, "Let's go downstairs to eat." "Okay." "Nolan replied weakly. Seeing this, Song Yang simply picked her up and carried her to the basement pool. Once they arrived at the basement, Song Yang's eyes lit up more than once. He saw that Qin Yumo and He Yimei had both changed into bikinis that accentuated their figures. The colors and styles were different, but they had one thing in common: their skin was fair and their figures were sexy. Just standing there was enough to attract the attention of most men. However, this rare sight was only for Song Yang to appreciate, and even to possess. Withdrawing his admiring gaze, Song Yang looked at Amanda: "This was your idea, wasn't it?" Without asking, Song Yang was certain. Only Amanda would come up with such a little trick. It has to be said, she is indeed a very shrewd woman. It seems he should pay more attention to her. "Of course!" Amanda said proudly, "I spent a lot of effort persuading them to agree." "Is that so?" Song Yang smiled and said confidently, "Let me see how much saliva you have left later." Chapter 499: Song Yang: The Flowers Smile at Me! The next day, Song Yang woke up at noon. The sun was shining brightly, and the flowers seemed to smile at him. The sun was indeed shining brightly, the sunlight warm outside. The flowers were indeed smiling at him, several blooming blossoms grinning. Song Yang quietly got up, not wanting to disturb the flowers that needed rest. Although he had only gone to bed at five in the morning, he had slept quite a bit. Song Yang walked straight to the window, stretched, and felt incredibly energetic, showing no signs of fatigue. He thoughtfully drew the curtains and left the room. This time, he didn't just pull up his pants and leave. Instead, he planned to stay a little longer, waiting for the others to wake up so they could play a game of tennis. Of course, the main reason was to see Hu Yifei and Nuolan compete. As for last night's match, it was a draw. Strictly speaking, Hu Yifei had the edge. After all, she had played a game the day before yesterday and hadn't fully recovered last night. In other words, when she was low on health, she fought Nuolan to a standstill. Hu Yifei originally intended to play support, but she couldn't resist Song Yang's teasing. With her assertive and competitive nature, it would have been a matter of a few words. How could Song Yang miss such a good opportunity? In the end, Hu Yifei managed to pull through. After a quick wash, Song Yang found a restaurant and called them to deliver. While waiting, he took out his phone and replied to a few messages on WeChat. Undoubtedly, they were all from women he had a close relationship with. For example, Zhu Suosuo, whom he had only known for a few days, and Yang Zixi and Yang Tao in Beijing. "I'm going to the headquarters in Shanghai for training tomorrow." "My flight is tonight, are you free tomorrow?" "Could you pick me up?" This was Yang Tao's message, revealing her itinerary. The words were quite euphemistic, but in essence, it conveyed the same meaning: I miss you! This made Song Yang shake his head and smile. These women were over thirty, still so coy. Look at Yang Zixi, she was much more direct. "Honey, when are you coming to Beijing to kill me?!" "Or should I just come all the way there to deliver you to my grave..." After a moment's consideration, Song Yang replied to both of them, telling them to come to Shanghai together tomorrow. Since they both wanted it, they should solve it together. Once they arrived in Shanghai, they could travel together. Of course, even if Yang Zixi and Yang Tao came alone, Song Yang could find suitable partners for them. For example, Ye Wenwen, who was exactly like Yang Tao, and Zhao Mosheng, who was exactly like Yang Zixi. It seemed he would have to talk to them tonight. Thinking this, Song Yang heard footsteps behind him. He put down his phone and turned around. He saw Hu Yifei coming down from upstairs. She wore a red dress that hugged her sexy, slender figure. As she walked, the hem of her dress swayed, like a dancing sprite in flames. Coupled with her radiant charm, she was simply captivating. This scene reminded Song Yang of Alice from Resident Evil. But to be fair, Hu Yifei's constitution was truly remarkable. Two consecutive days of intense work, and she was still the first to wake up. On the surface, it was as if nothing had happened. Moreover, her charm was even more pronounced, her allure boundless. Song Yang's gaze was intense, filled with admiration, and he exclaimed, "Sister Yifei, you look so beautiful today!" Hu Yifei had already come down. After sitting down next to Song Yang, she gave him a disapproving look; "Are you trying to say this is all your doing?" "Haha..." Song Yang couldn't help but laugh, nodding frankly, "Sister Yifei, you really understand me!" "That's exactly what I wanted to say." "And it is indeed my doing." Song Yang unceremoniously put his arm around Hu Yifei's slender waist: "Sister Yifei, don't you think so?" "Yes, yes, yes." Hu Yifei nodded repeatedly, reminding him, "Don't do anything rash!" "I really can't take it anymore." "Don't worry." Song Yang nodded, knowing Hu Yifei's condition, and continued, "I ordered food, it should be delivered soon." "Have Sister Yu Mo and the others woken up yet?" "No." Hu Yifei shook her head. She nestled against Song Yang's shoulder, enjoying this rare moment of peace. Song Yang didn't make any excessive moves, praising, "Sister Yifei, you're amazing!" "How can anyone compare to you?" Hu Yifei wasn't proud of that, and said quietly, "Even several people combined couldn't beat you." At this point, Hu Yifei stared at Song Yang: "I'm really curious now." "Are you really a donkey?" "No, even the donkeys in the production team aren't as capable as you!" Of course, it's cheating! Song Yang thought to himself. After chatting with Hu Yifei for a while, someone else woke up. Hearing the movement behind them, the two turned around at the same time. It was none other than Nuolan, who could go toe-to-toe with Hu Yifei. From this, it was clear that Nuolan's physique was indeed not much worse than Hu Yifei's. Nuolan, also dressed in a nightgown, showcased her slender figure. Her figure was actually similar to Hu Yifei's before. However, Hu Yifei had spent more time with Song Yang, which created a gap in their physiques – a head start advantage. But with Song Yang's strong support, she would catch up quickly. After all, Hu Yifei's figure had reached its limit. For Nuolan, it could be described as perfectly proportioned. Admiring Nuolan's unique charm, Song Yang greeted her, "Sister Lan, good morning." "Good morning." "Nolan responded. Facing Hu Yifei's gaze, she couldn't help but recall yesterday's experience. Nolan couldn't understand why she had become like that. It was as if she had encountered an enemy, insisting on competing with the other person, making the referee, Song Yang, extremely happy. Hu Yifei, on the other hand, felt a sense of kinship with Nolan. In all these years, this was the first time she had encountered someone who could match her, and also a woman like herself. Yesterday was a draw; next time, she would definitely defeat the other person! Hu Yifei thought to herself. Chapter 500: Yifei and Nolan on the Court!" Noticing the fighting spirit flashing in Hu Yifei's eyes, Nuolan felt a chill run down her spine and was utterly helpless. Did this woman have some serious illness? Did she have to compete even in bed? Regarding yesterday's events, although Song Yang's instigation played a part, the main reason was Hu Yifei. Nuolan, being a woman of temper, had no choice but to fight back. "Well, what's done is done," she thought. "Whatever tricks they have up their sleeves, I'll take them." Nuolan made up her mind. Last night's collaboration had completely changed her perspective. And frankly, it felt really good. The atmosphere was quite harmonious. No wonder they used to play like that. It's just that the scene was a bit absurd; most people wouldn't be able to accept it. What shocked Nuolan even more was Song Yang's abilities. They were truly astonishing! They said that this was far from Song Yang's limit. Song Yang looked at the two people whose eyes met. It seemed like sparks were flying in the air. Of course, splashing water only happens under certain conditions. Like yesterday, splashing around in the pool, that was quite a spectacle. At this moment, Song Yang proposed his plan: "Seeing how good you two are," "There's a tennis room nearby, how about we play a game?" "Sure," Hu Yifei agreed without hesitation, then looked at Nuolan: "Nuolan, are you coming?" Faced with Song Yang's suggestion, Nuolan wanted to refuse. But Hu Yifei's provocative gaze made her a little annoyed: "Sure, I used to be on the school tennis team." "Haha..." Seeing Nuolan accept the challenge, Hu Yifei's fighting spirit soared: "Is that so?" "Then I'll test your strength today!" Saying this, Hu Yifei glanced at Song Yang beside her. This left Song Yang speechless; this line was clearly copied from him. Because he often said this to Hu Yifei. Afterwards, the three of them went to the tennis room. Although Song Yang hadn't stayed there for many days... But everything that needed to be prepared was ready in advance. All kinds of sports equipment were readily available. Just in case, you never know when you might need it. Like now, it would be too much trouble to buy things at the last minute. Hu Yifei and Nuolan were both very particular. For sports, of course, they needed to change into sportswear. Their nightgowns weren't suitable for intense sports like tennis. Plus, they weren't wearing bras underneath, so they might accidentally expose themselves while catching a ball. But Song Yang stopped them, saying it would be more entertaining that way. This left Hu Yifei and Nuolan speechless. Since Song Yang was the only spectator, they had no choice but to agree. After all, exposure was nothing to him. In the end, the two only changed into comfortable sports shoes. Then, Hu Yifei and Nuolan stood on the court. They faced each other, and the air seemed thick with tension. Song Yang sat in the stands, giving them a few points. At that moment, he understood Lu Ziqiao from the drama a little better. For a fleeting moment, he also hoped the two women on the court would fight. Of course, this was just a fleeting thought. If they really wanted to fight, a different venue would have been better. Like the indoor pool last night. "Let's begin." With Song Yang's command, the match officially started. It has to be said, Hu Yifei and Nuolan's physiques are truly extraordinary. They were fighting side-by-side, playing in the pool for most of the night, and in terms of damage, they took the most. But what was the result? After only a morning's sleep, they were already on the court, agile and sweating profusely. Meanwhile, Qin Yumo and the other two were still asleep. The difference was obvious. Thinking about this, Song Yang was somewhat moved. If it weren't for some kind of cheat code, he might not have been able to withstand it. Not to mention that these two were working together. Just then, Hu Yifei seized the opportunity, jumping into the air for a smash. Her skirt billowed in the air, allowing Song Yang to hit a shot that Nuolan missed. "Good shot!" Song Yang turned his attention back to score for Hu Yifei. Scoring first made Hu Yifei extremely proud. Swinging her racket, she looked at Nuolan opposite her and shouted, "Nuolan, don't hold back! Show me your skills from the school tennis team!" Nuolan remained silent. She admitted that Hu Yifei was very strong, both in the pool last night and on the court now. But Nuolan wasn't one to be underestimated. She had been evenly matched with Hu Yifei in the pool yesterday; there was no reason for her to lose on the court. The main reason was her outfit. Even the slightest movement created an undeniable allure. She said she didn't care, but she still felt a little uncomfortable. Even though Song Yang was the only man on the court, a man who knew her inside and out, she had missed several opportunities to jump and smash. But Hu Yifei showed no such restraint, which was why she scored. Indeed, what was there to hold back in front of Song Yang? She had done everything she could; any hesitation would only make her look foolish. She understood the key point. Nolan composed herself and rallied. Completely unleashed, Nolan intensified the battle. Yellow tennis balls danced back and forth on the court. The two beautiful women on the court were equally impressive. Their movements were fluid and graceful, their jumps revealing glimpses of their bodies. Song Yang watched, mesmerized, exclaiming with delight. Although the moves were familiar, they still had a unique charm. The battle on this side of the court was fierce, a back-and-forth chase. After more than half an hour, the score remained tied. On the other side, Qin Yumo and the others woke up one after another. The three exchanged glances, the atmosphere a little awkward. Fortunately, this wasn't the first time they'd slept together. After a moment of silence, Amanda spoke up, exclaiming, "I never imagined Nolan was so amazing!" "She can compete with Yifei!" Last night, they had all been amazed. He Yimei didn't know how good Yifei was, but Qin Yumo and Amanda did. They had never imagined anyone could compare to her before. But yesterday they witnessed it firsthand. “Yes,” Qin Yumo nodded in deep agreement. He Yimei, who was standing to the side, didn’t speak but also expressed her agreement. After chatting for a few minutes, the group got up and went to the closet to find some clothes to wear. After washing up, the three of them went downstairs to the living room. Song Yang was nowhere to be seen, nor were Hu Yifei and Nuolan. However, they saw Song Yang’s phone on the coffee table. This made Amanda somewhat happy; it seemed that Song Yang hadn’t left yet. Just then, the phone rang. Qin Yumo picked it up and answered; it was the hotel’s delivery. Chapter 501: He Yimei: What were you doing at my brother's house? The food Song Yang ordered arrived. It was a lavish spread, with lobster, abalone, and all sorts of delicacies. Qin Yumo signed for it and then looked at the other two: "Where did Song Yang and the others go?" Amanda, ever the opportunist, guessed, "Could they have been hiding away to exercise while we were still asleep?" Thinking about it, it was quite possible. Both Hu Yifei and Nuolan were visibly stronger than them. Sleeping it off and being back in action didn't seem like a difficult task. He Yimei didn't speak. She had wanted to leave as soon as she woke up. If Song Yang hadn't been there, she would have changed and slipped away long ago. But Song Yang was still here, so she had no choice but to stay for now. What if Song Yang saw she wasn't there and came looking for trouble? She didn't know what kind of torment she would face. He Yimei knew her own condition; she couldn't compare to Hu Yifei or Nuolan. This delicate flower of hers really couldn't take it anymore. Based on past experience, she would need at least three to five days to recover to the state she was in before meeting Song Yang yesterday. Qin Yumo shook her head, disagreeing with Amanda's guess: "Do you think Song Yang needs to hide from us?" "True," Amanda nodded in realization. If they really needed to get things done, hiding from them would be completely pointless. It would be a pointless act. Finally, Qin Yumo suggested, "Let's go look for him." "The food won't taste good if it gets cold." "Yes, yes," Amanda nodded repeatedly, worriedly saying, "Song Yang needs to eat more." "He needs to replenish his protein." "After all, he's given us all the food." "Don't you think so?" Qin Yumo and He Yimei ignored Amanda's words. That's the situation, but you don't have to say it out loud. Everyone present was already eating their fill and had nothing to hide. The three of them then began searching together. When Qin Yumo and the others found them, Hu Yifei and Nuolan on the court were already panting heavily. They were drenched in sweat, their clothes soaked through. The material of their nightgowns was already thin, and now, soaked with sweat, they clung tightly to their bodies, making them even more revealing. But the score remained deadlocked, with no clear winner. "You guys can still play!" Seeing the situation on the court truly shocked Qin Yumo and the others. Especially the score in Song Yang's hand, which undoubtedly showed that Hu Yifei and Nuolan had been playing for quite some time. They were all women, all women who had been through thick and thin. How could they be so strong? They had suffered so much injury and were still so energetic! Unlike them, who were struggling to move freely. They didn't understand, but they couldn't help but admire them. On the court, Hu Yifei and Nuolan had stopped. Their postures were almost identical: one hand gripping the racket, the other supporting their knees, panting heavily. Sweat beaded on their faces, and their hair was soaked. Their fair faces were flushed from the intense exercise. They were clearly at their limit. Seeing this, Song Yang clapped his hands and said, "Alright, that's enough for today." "Next time, you two can find a different place to settle things." A different place? Where else could they go? The others instantly understood Song Yang's meaning. Hu Yifei rolled her eyes at Song Yang, calming her slightly rapid breathing. Then she looked at Nuolan opposite her and said, "No wonder you're on the school tennis team. You've got some skill." Nuolan sighed inwardly and said calmly, "It's alright." "If there were a way, she really didn't want to continue like this with Hu Yifei. But with Song Yang as the middleman, Nuolan knew very well that she would inevitably have to deal with Hu Yifei in the future. She figured only admitting defeat would prevent her from being constantly harassed. Admit defeat? Nuolan hadn't considered it. She didn't think she was inferior to other women, whether in bed or in other aspects. Even if Hu Yifei was really good, she was fearless. Seeing Nuolan's attitude, Hu Yifei smiled. She was happy to have an opponent of equal skill. Even if Song Yang wasn't around, she wouldn't be bored in the future. Around 7 PM. He Yimei sat in the passenger seat. The seatbelt was deeply embedded, almost invisible. Looking down at the large hand on her leg, He Yimei pursed her lips and remained silent. She was used to this. She could only comfort herself that she was wearing jeans and wouldn't give this jerk a chance to mess around. But then, thinking about Song Yang's purpose, she couldn't help but ask, "What exactly do you want?" Song Yang stared straight ahead and said, "Of course, I'm going to reconcile with Attorney He. Didn't you see I even brought two bottles of good wine?" That's right. Song Yang's purpose for this trip was to visit He Yichen's home. Reconcile with my brother? Hearing Song Yang's words, He Yimei was utterly skeptical. She thought he might be planning to get my brother drunk and then have sex with Zhao Mosheng in front of him. Thinking of this, He Yimei suddenly felt a chill. Given Song Yang's scoundrel character, it seemed quite possible. No! Not just possible! This scoundrel would definitely do it! But could she stop Song Yang from going? It seemed impossible. He Yimei felt helpless, already imagining the scene. Her older brother, drunk and unconscious. That shameless Zhao Mosheng, being wantonly tormented by Song Yang. He Yimei couldn't help but curse, "You're a bastard!" Song Yang was slightly taken aback, but quickly understood. "You're worried about causing trouble in front of your brother?" He Yimei looked indignant: "You dare say you didn't have such thoughts?" "Haha..." Song Yang smiled, noncommittally saying, "It seems that after spending a few moments together, you've gained a deeper understanding of me." Seeing Song Yang admit it, He Yimei pleaded, "Song Yang, can you not go to my brother's house? If you really want to mess with Zhao Mosheng, just call her out. You can call her, she'll definitely come out!" Saying this, He Yimei bit her lip and continued, "I can go with you too!" Although she hadn't recovered yet, she could still play a supporting role. To prevent her beloved brother from suffering such humiliation, she was willing to sacrifice herself. Anyway, it's not the first time I've worked with Zhao Mosheng. Chapter 502: Song Yang: I want to go into more than just the house! Half an hour later, Song Yang and He Yimei stood at He Yichen's door. He Yimei felt reluctant but helpless. She had tried everything to persuade him, but to no avail. "Knock," Song Yang said, looking at He Yimei. He held two bottles of red wine. After all, it wouldn't be proper to visit without a gift. Today, he planned to have a few drinks with Lawyer He and also talk to Zhao Mosheng. Song Yang's visit wasn't impromptu. He had decided to come after receiving Yang Tao's message asking her to come to Shanghai with Yang Zixi. After talking to Zhao Mosheng, he still had to find Ye Wenwen. He was simply too busy to find time anywhere. He Yimei numbly raised her hand and rang the doorbell. Inside, Zhao Mosheng, who had just returned home from get off work, sat on the sofa. He Yichen was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma wafted in from time to time. Zhao Mosheng stared at the television in front of her, but her mind was elsewhere. "Ding-dong..." The doorbell rang. He Yichen's voice came from the kitchen: "Mosheng, go open the door." "See who it is." "I'll be done here soon." Faced with He Yichen's constant gentleness, Zhao Mosheng felt incredibly guilty. She wanted to change, wanted to cut ties with Song Yang. But she just couldn't! Her soul was already filled with the traces he left behind. She had become his shape. This was also why she hadn't shared a room with He Yichen since meeting Song Yang. Because once they touched, it would almost immediately reveal the truth. A one-way street turned into a six-lane road—there was really no way to explain it. "Okay," Zhao Mosheng replied. She got up and went to the door. As soon as she opened it, her legs went weak at the sight of the person. This was the person she least wanted to see. Yet, it was also the person she most longed to see! It's a contradiction. One is psychological, the other physical. Soon, Zhao Mosheng realized an important question. What is Song Yang doing here so late at night? And with He Yimei along. Could it be...? Just like He Yimei, based on her understanding of Song Yang, Zhao Mosheng also considered a possibility. Her expression changed drastically, and she turned to look at He Yichen, who was still busy in the kitchen. Finding he wasn't paying attention, she whispered, "What are you doing at my house?" "If you want, I can go out and keep you company." "That's no fun." Song Yang repeated his words, shaking his head, "Miss Zhao, won't you invite me in?" Zhao Mosheng bit her lip; she knew Song Yang had ill intentions. This bastard was full of endless schemes. Not to mention herself, even ten people couldn't handle him last time. Now he was clearly trying to cause trouble, and she had no way to refuse. She glanced at He Yimei beside Song Yang; she also looked helpless. This made Zhao Mosheng realize that He Yimei must have tried to persuade Song Yang along the way, but without success. "Mosheng, who is it?" He Yichen, who came out of the kitchen, saw Zhao Mosheng standing at the door. Somewhat puzzled, He Yichen's expression instantly turned cold upon seeing Song Yang. "Mr. Song, what brings you to my house?" "Haha..." Song Yang smiled slightly, waving the wine in his hand, and said, "Of course, I've come to visit you, my brother-in-law." "Brother-in-law?!" He Yichen's expression changed drastically, and he looked at He Yimei, saying, "Are you with him?" Meeting He Yichen's gaze, He Yimei felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Was she with Song Yang? Logically speaking, no. But in reality, she had done everything she could and shouldn't have done. She had shown Song Yang nothing. "Yes." He Yimei nodded, admitting it. "You..." He Yichen was a little angry. But he also knew that this was He Yimei's own business. As her brother, and not even a blood relative, he couldn't interfere. Moreover, in He Yichen's view, it was a good thing that He Yimei had found a boyfriend. He knew his sister's feelings for him. Now that she had a boyfriend, it meant she had moved on. This was a good thing, even if Song Yang had some past grievances with him. Having grasped the key point, He Yichen's expression softened: "Since you're here, come in." "The food's ready too, let's eat together." "Let's talk about your future plans." *Don't let him in!* Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei were both screaming inwardly. They both knew Song Yang's purpose. Only He Yichen didn't know that Song Yang not only wanted to enter the house, but also to usurp it. "Okay." Song Yang smiled. But to Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei, it was no different from the smile of a devil, making them tremble. After entering the house, looking at the table full of dishes, Song Yang remarked, "It seems I've come at the perfect time." Then, the group sat down. Unsurprisingly, Song Yang and He Yimei sat together. Zhao Mosheng and He Yichen sat opposite each other. The four sat facing each other, the atmosphere seemingly quite harmonious. Only Zhao Mosheng felt uneasy. She had wanted to sit face-to-face with He Yimei, but a single glance from Song Yang forced her to change seats. Looking at Song Yang sitting opposite her, Zhao Mosheng wondered what tricks he would pull this time. She was worried that He Yichen would discover Song Yang's brazenness. But for some reason, deep down, there was a sliver of anticipation. It was as if she hoped Song Yang would go even further, like the first time she met Song Yang. He Yichen had drunk the chicken soup she'd drugged and fallen into a deep sleep. The whole house became the place where she was being disciplined. Especially looking at her unconscious husband, she couldn't help herself. She longed to experience it again! Zhao Mosheng was startled by her own thoughts. She quickly composed herself and stopped overthinking. But her reluctance didn't mean Song Yang would remain indifferent. He had only been sitting for a short while when a leg stretched out towards Zhao Mosheng. With the table as cover, no one noticed. Only Zhao Mosheng, at that moment, felt a jolt. Chapter 503: Song Yang: Go change your dress! In an instant, Zhao Mosheng tensed up. She subconsciously glanced at He Yichen beside her, and breathed a slight sigh of relief when she realized he hadn't noticed her. But she still subtly gave Song Yang a look, hoping he wouldn't act rashly at this moment. Zhao Mosheng knew very well that in such a tense and exciting environment, the dam holding back the flood would soon break, leading to a devastating and uncontrollable flood. In fact, there were already some signs of this in just a short time. "Attorney He, let's have a drink." Ignoring Zhao Mosheng's plea, Song Yang continued to do as he pleased. Even while clinking glasses with He Yichen, he took a step closer to Zhao Mosheng. It's worth mentioning that although it was quite cold outside, the house was very warm. As soon as she got home from get off work, Zhao Mosheng changed into her loungewear. It was close-fitting and soft, prioritizing comfort. The only drawback was that it wasn't as convenient as a dress. However, the material was relatively thin, so it wasn't a big problem. Besides, Song Yang was an experienced driver; he could perform well in any harsh environment. With just one foot, she could part the clouds and mist through layers of obstacles. Soon, she felt the clouds gathering, a damp, impending storm gathering. Zhao Mosheng dared not move, silently enduring the chill. On the surface, she remained calm and composed, showing no sign of distress. But her fair face was flushed. At this moment, He Yichen finally noticed his wife's condition. Looking at Zhao Mosheng's blushing face, he asked with concern, "Mosheng, have you had too much to drink?" "Go back to your room and rest." Zhao Mosheng was overjoyed and was about to get up and leave. If Song Yang continued like this, the flood would truly come. Although she had experienced this before in front of He Yichen, and what she did was even more outrageous, He Yichen was unconscious then. Unlike now, it was truly terrifying. Just as Zhao Mosheng was about to nod, she saw Song Yang look over. After spending many days together, they weren't exactly intimately familiar with each other. It was just a silent glance. Zhao Mosheng understood Song Yang's meaning. He was warning her not to make any rash moves! Zhao Mosheng sighed helplessly and could only shake her head and smile, "No, I haven't eaten yet." He Yichen, unsuspecting, smiled and said, "Then eat more." He Yichen couldn't see anything wrong. He simply couldn't believe his wife would cheat on him. However, He Yimei, sitting opposite He Yichen, understood something. She tilted her head slightly and looked down. Sure enough, one of Song Yang's feet was missing. Where did it go? It was obvious. No! She couldn't let Song Yang continue like this. She had to help Zhao Mosheng. Looking at He Yichen opposite her, He Yimei made a decision. She would definitely take matters into her own hands and help Zhao Mosheng escape this predicament. This wasn't for Zhao Mosheng's sake, but for her older brother. Having made her decision, He Yimei immediately put down one hand. Eating and drinking were enough with just one hand. The other hand was just sitting idle anyway. Now it would come in handy. He Yimei didn't believe that Song Yang would still have the mind to harass his sister-in-law after she took action herself. Sure enough, He Yimei felt reassured. As soon as she made her move, Song Yang lowered his foot. He was genuinely surprised by He Yimei's actions. Zhao Mosheng, on the other hand, was overjoyed. She didn't know why Song Yang had suddenly let her go, but she quickly understood. She received a look from He Yimei. Looking again, she noticed that one of He Yimei's hands was gone. It turned out that He Yimei had taken over. Zhao Mosheng was grateful and understood He Yimei's intention: to let her take this opportunity to leave. The two of them had worked together several times before and had a very good understanding. Without hesitation, Zhao Mosheng stood up and said, "Yichen, you guys continue eating." "I'm going to the restroom." "Okay, go ahead." He Yichen nodded and continued drinking with Song Yang. Zhao Mosheng stood up, almost collapsing from her weakness. Fortunately, that didn't happen. Looking down at the seat, she saw no obvious marks. Zhao Mosheng was completely relieved. Taking advantage of the moment when Song Yang was distracted by He Yimei, she quickly left. Song Yang glanced at He Yimei beside him, a smirk playing on his lips. These two sisters-in-law were even teaming up. But would he, Song Yang, let Zhao Mosheng leave so easily? Of course not. Seeing that Zhao Mosheng was about to disappear forever, Song Yang took out his phone and said to He Yichen, "Wait, I'll send a message." He Yichen nodded. He Yimei, sitting beside him, felt a jolt. She clearly saw that Song Yang was sending a message to Zhao Mosheng. And the content made He Yimei feel that all her efforts had been in vain. Perhaps the situation would even get worse than before. Meanwhile, Zhao Mosheng returned to her bedroom, intending to rest and recharge. She planned to face He Yichen in her best form after Song Yang had gotten him drunk. Zhao Mosheng knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Since Song Yang had come, he wouldn't let her leave empty-handed. Sleeping was a pipe dream. She couldn't even close her eyes, let alone anything else. The only thing she could do was to conserve her energy and deal with the situation calmly. For the time being, she could only ask He Yimei to take over. She'd have to use the manual transmission to buy herself time. Once He Yichen was drunk, she could take his place. Sigh. Zhao Mosheng couldn't help but sigh. If she had a better option, she would never have chosen this path. She could only hope that He Yichen would drink more and not wake up prematurely, causing unnecessary consequences. But just then, her phone beeped: "Ding ding..." Zhao Mosheng's body trembled, a sense of foreboding washing over her. Picking up her phone, she saw, sure enough, it was from Song Yang. The message made her pupils shrink: "Change into a dress." "Remember, just one dress." "Don't keep me waiting!" Chapter 504: He Yichen: Do I also have a mental illness? "That bastard!" Zhao Mosheng gripped her phone, trembling with rage. "Aren't you afraid my husband will find out and kill you for doing this?" But then she thought of Song Yang's strength. If a full-blown fight broke out, her husband probably wouldn't stand a chance. He'd probably be silenced after a few punches and kicks. After hesitating for a while in the bedroom, Zhao Mosheng put down her phone, got up, and went to the wardrobe. She knew she couldn't refuse. To appease Song Yang's agitation and prevent him from escalating things, she had no choice but to let it go. The only thing she could do was be careful. She couldn't let her husband, sitting next to her, notice. She also had to be more patient and not make any unusual noises. But Zhao Mosheng also knew that some things were beyond her control. When emotions ran high, they ran high. Following Song Yang's instructions, Zhao Mosheng picked out a nightgown, put it on, and left the bedroom. She didn't know why, but this purple nightgown, if not sexy, was undeniably sexy. It perfectly showcased her charm as a married woman. Seeing Zhao Mosheng emerge, Song Yang's eyes lit up. Xu Sangao was quite experienced in life. Purple was truly elegant. Especially paired with Zhao Mosheng's voluptuous figure, it was incredibly alluring. He Yimei, who was in manual mode, felt it most deeply. The moment Zhao Mosheng appeared, she almost lost control. He Yichen was the slowest to react. It wasn't until Zhao Mosheng sat down beside him that he noticed his wife had changed her clothes. A quick glance revealed that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Wasn't she just going to the restroom? Why did she change clothes? Had she accidentally gotten her pants wet? Completely bewildered, He Yichen couldn't help but ask, "Mo Sheng, why are you dressed like this?" Although Zhao Mo Sheng's behavior was somewhat unusual, He Yichen wasn't angry, nor did he think his wife was at fault. In fact, he thought it might be a carefully planned scheme by his wife, only that Song Yang happened to be visiting. Faced with He Yichen's question, Zhao Mosheng remained calm: "I accidentally got my clothes dirty in the bathroom just now." He Yichen nodded, indicating his understanding. However, he felt it was a bit too blatant to be so open in front of others. Turning his head, he saw Song Yang staring intently at him. Those bright eyes seemed to want to pierce into his gaze. He Yichen was somewhat displeased and was about to remind him not to stare so directly at his wife. But a strange feeling welled up inside him. It was a very peculiar feeling, indescribable. So much so that He Yichen opened his mouth but didn't speak. He was unsure if the feeling was real and wanted to confirm it further, to determine if he really had that absurd fetish. Noticing the change in He Yichen's expression, Song Yang chuckled inwardly. Clearly, his green aura had worked. Otherwise, He Yichen wouldn't have remained unmoved by his unrestrained gaze. Since that was the case, there was even less reason to hold back. But Song Yang didn't cut to the chase directly. After all, they hadn't finished eating yet. It has to be said that He Yichen's cooking skills are quite good. And with an entire evening to spare, it wouldn't be too late to eat and drink to your heart's content. It would also give He Yichen a little more involvement. Just like before, Song Yang stretched out his leg. Even though He Yimei caught him red-handed, it didn't affect anything. Suddenly, Zhao Mosheng shuddered. This time, unlike before, there weren't layers of obstacles. She even lost her grip on the chopsticks she had just picked up. They fell to the table with a clatter. "Mosheng, what's wrong?" He Yichen immediately looked at her with concern. "I'm fine." Zhao Mosheng subconsciously reached out and tugged at her skirt, trying to avoid being noticed by He Yichen. But this self-deceptive act only attracted He Yichen's attention even more. And as a lawyer, he was even more attentive to details. In the instant Zhao Mosheng hurriedly tried to cover up, he saw it. At the same time, that strange feeling from before grew even stronger. Faced with his own inner turmoil, He Yichen was stunned! He never dreamed he would be this kind of person. The self hidden deep within him was actually a complete psychopath. He Yichen remained silent, unmoved. Even knowing it was Song Yang across from him causing trouble. In a daze, He Yichen recalled a case he had seen before. It was about a couple divorcing and having a dispute over property division. The husband wanted the wife to leave with nothing, citing her infidelity. He had a large amount of evidence proving her infidelity—photos, videos, everything imaginable. The evidence proved that the woman had cheated on him with more than one man. There was also her pregnancy test report. She was six months pregnant, carrying triplets. Even more shockingly, the paternity test results showed that none of the triplets were the husband's. They weren't even all the same person! He Yichen initially thought that with such evidence, he could easily help the man win. But things often turn out unexpectedly. The woman also produced evidence. Those photos and videos were actually taken by the man himself. He was present in those videos. Even the woman he was having an affair with in the videos was someone he had found. It was all his own plan. Even the lack of any protection was his request. The final truth was that the man had a serious mental illness, commonly known as a "green fetish." He Yichen had never thought he would have such a fetish, but now he was somewhat unsure. Looking at his wife's calm demeanor, He Yichen saw many problems. A prerequisite for a lawyer is a meticulous mind. Only in this way can one find details in a case and turn defeat into victory. From his wife's behavior, He Yichen could guess that Song Yang and his wife might have been colluding for a long time. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so familiar with each other and cooperated so well. The clothes she changed into might not have been for him either. She wore it specifically for Song Yang, so that it would be more convenient for him. Just like now! Chapter 505: Song Yang: Lawyer He is drunk?! "Attorney He, don't just stand there." At that moment, Song Yang's voice came: "Let's keep drinking." He Yichen snapped out of his reverie, a cold smile creeping across his face. "I've seen through your plans! You just want to get me drunk and then do *that* to my Mo Sheng, right? But why am I so looking forward to it? Just thinking about it makes me feel a little tipsy." So He Yichen didn't expose him, but nodded: "Yeah, let's keep drinking." He wanted to see just how many tricks Song Yang would pull in his own home! Immediately afterwards, as He Yichen and Song Yang exchanged drinks, a crucial question couldn't help but surface: When did his wife and Song Yang get together? Was it that day?! Suddenly, He Yichen remembered. His wedding dress, which he had kept as a keepsake, was damaged. And there was the chicken soup laced with sleeping pills. At the time, he thought Zhao Mosheng was being considerate and wanted him to rest at home. Now it seemed Song Yang was probably there. He waited until he fell asleep before getting down to business. No wonder Zhao Mosheng looked so beautiful the next day. She was radiant from being well-nourished. Upon returning home, He Yichen noticed many problems. Since that day, his wife had been very averse to contact with him. There hadn't been even the slightest bit of intimacy. Having pieced together the events, He Yichen felt no anger at his wife's infidelity. Instead, he felt regret for not having witnessed the scene firsthand. But it wasn't a big deal, He Yichen knew. It would happen again today! This time, he wanted to see how Song Yang would act, and how his wife would react. In a flash, He Yichen looked at He Yimei sitting opposite him. Song Yang said his sister was He Yimei's girlfriend, and He Yimei didn't object, so there must be some basis for it. Even if she wasn't really his boyfriend, they probably had a relationship. It's just unknown whether He Yimei knows about Song Yang's affair with his wife. If she does, tonight's scene might be even more exciting. No rush, no rush! He Yichen suppressed his already boiling emotions. Unlike He Yichen, who still had the mind to reminisce about the past, Song Yang was quite busy. He had to drink with He Yichen, deal with He Yimei's advances, and also keep Zhao Mosheng, sitting opposite him, in check. He was truly multitasking! Soon, the dishes He Yichen had prepared were almost gone. It was mostly Song Yang eating by himself. After all, the other three were preoccupied and had no appetite. The two bottles of wine Song Yang had brought were also nearly finished. He Yichen, seeing this, felt somewhat helpless. His alcohol tolerance was decent; he wasn't drunk at all. For a moment, he felt a little annoyed by Song Yang's uninvited arrival. "You could have given me a heads-up if you were coming. I would have definitely cooked more dishes to treat you. You'd have the energy to get down to business if you were full. That way, I could have felt more involved!" But then he thought, this might be for the best. If he really got drunk, he'd miss the show like last time. With a sudden thought, He Yichen began to feign drunkenness. He propped his head up, swaying and saying, "I can't, I can't." "I can't drink anymore." As soon as he finished speaking, he collapsed onto the table. A moment later, snoring filled the air, as if he were truly drunk. But He Yichen's acting was rather exaggerated. Whether it was Song Yang, Zhao Mosheng, or He Yimei, they all saw through He Yichen's trick. But they all tacitly refrained from exposing him. Song Yang even remarked, "Mosheng, your husband's not good enough. He's already passed out so easily." Zhao Mosheng remained silent. She understood perfectly well. Song Yang's criticisms weren't limited to his drinking capacity; they extended to other areas as well. However, this was undeniable; given Song Yang's abilities, few in the world could compare. It was perfectly normal for her husband, Xiao Jiaque, to fall short. Moreover, Zhao Mosheng also understood another layer of meaning from Song Yang. Even knowing her husband was faking it, she would treat it as genuine. This meant that this scoundrel was about to cause trouble! Sitting next to Song Yang, He Yimei also realized what was going on and couldn't help but say, "Don't do anything reckless!" Song Yang shook his head and laughed, "Attorney He is already drunk." "What are you all worried about?" After saying that, he looked at Zhao Mosheng and ordered, "Go get another bottle of wine." "The three of us will have a little more." "Want to drink more?" He Yichen, who was pretending to be drunk, was a little anxious. "I've already passed out, you should hurry up and get down to business, you still have the mind to drink?" But this conversation also proved one thing: He Yimei knew about the affair between Song Yang and his wife. Anticipating the scene to come, she felt a surge of heat within her, completely intoxicated. Then, He Yichen heard a noise beside him. It was clear his wife had gone to get the wine at Song Yang's behest. This gave him another jolt. His wife was so obedient to Song Yang! Probably because she had conquered him both physically and mentally! Faced with Song Yang's orders, neither Zhao Mosheng nor He Yimei could do anything. Even though they both knew He Yichen was faking it, and might even have figured it out, deliberately creating an opportunity for them. Thinking this, the two were immediately startled. They subconsciously exchanged a glance, understanding each other's thoughts. They were perfectly in sync, both thinking the same thing. If that were the case, things would be complicated. Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei both knew that no matter what Song Yang wanted to do, they had no room to refuse. Oh well. He Yimei wasn't bothered, after all, she was just He Yichen's sister. But Zhao Mosheng, as He Yichen's legal wife, was thinking much more. In her view, her affair with Song Yang would be discovered sooner or later. They couldn't continue to sneak around like this forever. She'd take advantage of today's opportunity to see what He Yichen's true purpose was in pretending to be drunk. Once Song Yang made a move against her, she'd see how he would react—would he erupt in fury, or become a coward? Chapter 506: He Yichen: You can drink like this?! Song Yang noticed their worry, but he didn't care. He glanced at He Yichen, who was slumped over the table, and said to Zhao Mosheng, "Miss Zhao, stop daydreaming. Come and pour me some wine!" "Okay," Zhao Mosheng responded softly, taking the bottle and walking over. Just as she was about to fill the glass, Song Yang stopped her: "Miss Zhao, Attorney He is drunk, what's the point of using a glass?" "Do you remember how you drank last time I came here?" Zhao Mosheng's body trembled. Of course, she remembered how Song Yang drank last time. She subconsciously looked down at her deep cleavage. He Yimei, standing beside her, initially didn't understand Song Yang's meaning. Only when she noticed Zhao Mosheng's gaze did she realize. Indeed, Zhao Mosheng's size could be used as a wine glass. He Yichen, feigning drunkenness, was completely bewildered. If not a glass, then what? He was filled with curiosity and wanted to sneak a peek, but he was worried about being discovered and ruining their good time. After thinking for a moment, he continued to listen intently. He glanced at He Yichen, who was still pretending to be drunk. Zhao Mosheng was a little disappointed and thought to herself, "Since you want to hear it, then listen carefully." She didn't refuse Song Yang's request. Of course, Zhao Mosheng knew she couldn't refuse. Then she gathered the wine in one hand and poured it in the other. She filled a lot, but spilled even more. But who cared? Zhao Mosheng walked up to Song Yang and said, "Come on, drink!" Song Yang didn't stand on ceremony and drank it down without hesitation. After finishing his drink, he let out a long sigh and exclaimed, "Peanuts and wine, the more you drink, the better!" "This combination is so much more flavorful." "If only Attorney He had gotten drunk sooner. What a waste of the two bottles of good wine I brought!" With that, Song Yang continued, "Another glass!" Although Song Yang's words were ambiguous, He Yichen understood the deeper meaning. He hadn't expected it to have such a use. How come he hadn't thought of it before? But immediately, He Yichen shook his head inwardly. Even if he had thought of it, he wouldn't have done it. After all, she was his wife; he couldn't possibly play around with her. Only an outsider like Song Yang would be so unrestrained. After all, she was someone else's wife; there was no need to feel sorry for her. After Zhao Mosheng finished preparing the wine, Song Yang said to He Yimei beside him, "This one's for you." "Huh?" He Yimei was stunned upon hearing this and subconsciously shook her head: "No!" Song Yang's tone was calm: "Just drink it when I tell you to." "Why all this nonsense!" Faced with Song Yang's domineering attitude, He Yimei felt wronged. She could only bury her head in Zhao Mosheng's arms. Actually, this wasn't the first time. They had done something similar when they worked together before, only without alcohol. After drinking about half a bottle, Song Yang called a halt: "That's enough." "You can drink the rest." He Yichen, who was pretending to be drunk, was extremely disappointed. Just hearing it made his heart pound. Only Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei knew that Song Yang's decision to make them drink was definitely not just about drinking. And that was indeed the case. Taking the half-empty bottle from Zhao Mosheng, Song Yang poured it down as if he were pouring it on the ground, but that wasn't it. "Who wants to drink first?" Song Yang asked the two of them, but then shook his head and said, "Never mind, you can drink together." "This place isn't very convenient." "Let's go to the living room." Saying this, he stood up. He walked straight to the living room and sat down on the sofa with a swagger. Song Yang did this not only for his own convenience, but also to make things easier for Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei, preventing their heads from crowding together. Of course, it also made things easier for He Yichen, who was still pretending to be drunk. The angle was perfect; he could see how Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei were drinking. Song Yang thought to himself, "I'm still so considerate." He believed He Yichen would be grateful! Then, Song Yang waved his hand: "What are you waiting for?" Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei exchanged a glance. Then they both looked at He Yichen, who was slumped over the table. They then looked away and walked side by side to Song Yang. They had done this before, so it was a familiar routine. When Song Yang poured the wine again, they immediately started drinking. "Not bad, not bad," Song Yang praised repeatedly, his eyes narrowed. Hearing Song Yang's praise, He Yichen, still slumped over the table, finally couldn't resist his curiosity and subtly adjusted his posture. His head, which had been buried in his arms, now revealed half an eye. The angle was perfect, allowing him to see everything in the living room. Instantly, He Yichen saw his sister and his wife drinking. He was most focused on his wife, naturally. Watching Zhao Mosheng's enjoyable expression, his blood boiled. When Song Yang poured the wine again, and Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei looked up, He Yichen finally understood. Why his wife had been so engrossed in their relationship with Song Yang that day... He never responded to her enthusiasm again. That was the real problem. At that moment, He Yichen didn't even have the will to compare. The difference was simply too great! There was absolutely no comparison! But then, He Yichen became curious again. How did his wife handle such a big problem as Song Yang? What methods did she use in the process? Was it difficult? Oh, and what about his sister? He Yichen's gaze fell on He Yimei. He wondered how his sister would react. It's worth mentioning that Song Yang didn't let He Yichen take advantage of He Yimei. After all, they were just drinking, and there was no need to take off their clothes. So He Yichen could only see the two of them drinking. As for other aspects, Song Yang wouldn't give him a chance. Half a bottle of wine wasn't much. Plus, a lot of it spilled on the floor and wasted. Soon, Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei finished it all. Song Yang glanced at He Yichen. Seeing him immediately close his eyes, he didn't expose him and said, "Alright." "That's enough for today." "Miss Zhao, please take me to your bedroom." Chapter 507: He Yichen: Why go to the bedroom! "To the bedroom?" Hearing that Song Yang was going to the bedroom, He Yichen was overjoyed. Was the long-awaited show finally about to begin? In an instant, He Yichen felt a rush of heat to his head, his blood boiling and then quickly concentrating. But the thought of Song Yang taking his wife to the bedroom made He Yichen feel somewhat helpless. Why the bedroom? Isn't my big sofa enough for you to use? It's all genuine leather, waterproof and moisture-proof, no matter how much water you spill, it won't seep in, very durable. Hearing the footsteps heading towards the bedroom, He Yichen opened his eyes again. He saw Song Yang carrying his wife and He Yimei, one in each arm. Seeing Song Yang's strength, He Yichen began to worry. Could Zhao Mosheng withstand the harm he might cause? "She's probably capable!" He Yichen was confident in his wife. It wasn't just because of Zhao Mosheng's voluptuous, stunning figure. Another reason was that Song Yang had visited last time. His wife was still fine, at least on the surface. As for her inner state, that was unknown. But He Yichen guessed it couldn't be much better, because Song Yang was far too wealthy and powerful. Fortunately, He Yimei was there to help share some of the damage. This way, his wife could suffer less. Soon, the bedroom door closed. But to be on the safe side, He Yichen didn't get up immediately. Instead, he chose to wait a little longer. A lawyer, after all, was ingrained in cautiousness. Just then, footsteps sounded again. He Yichen quickly closed his eyes and continued to pretend to be drunk, secretly pleased with his caution. If he were caught, he wouldn't see the show. No, he couldn't see it, but he could hear it. "Looks like Attorney He really is drunk." Song Yang looked at Zhao Mosheng, whom he was holding in his arms, and smiled knowingly. "I thought he was faking it." "We were planning to catch him red-handed when we got excited!" Zhao Mosheng looked at He Yichen, who was still pretending, her heart filled with disappointment. She really hadn't expected that her husband, a top lawyer in the legal profession, would actually be such a coward! Withdrawing her gaze, Zhao Mosheng agreed, "Yes, now we can play without worry. Let's go to the room, I can't wait." "Okay." Song Yang nodded and asked, "Where did you put your camera?" "It's rare for me to come to your house, I need to record the whole thing." "You can watch it when you're free at home later." Hearing that Song Yang wanted to take photos and record videos again, Zhao Mosheng was inwardly resistant. Why "again"? Naturally, because she had filmed quite a few before. Solo, group. And because of this, despite her resistance, she agreed: "The camera is in the bedroom." "Let Yi Mei film it for us." Taking photos? Recording videos? He Yichen was a little excited when he heard this. This meant that he would have the opportunity to secretly watch the real recording of their passionate encounter when Zhao Mosheng wasn't around. He just didn't know if he could find it. At this moment, Song Yang had already turned around and carried Zhao Mosheng into the bedroom. Hearing the door close again, He Yichen thought to himself, "He probably won't come out again this time, right?" Considering the possibility of Song Yang returning, He Yichen didn't get up to eavesdrop on the scene in the bedroom. Clearly, he was overthinking it. A surprise return was definitely more appropriate for his wife. After waiting for about two or three minutes, He Yichen was certain Song Yang wouldn't come out again. Finally, he stood up. Excited and expectant, he walked towards the door. His steps were light, yet firm. Soon, He Yichen reached the door and pressed his ear to it, listening to the beautiful notes coming from inside. He recognized it as a duet between Song Yang and his wife. This was the first time He Yichen had realized his wife could sing such high notes. Then, he realized the reason: his own skills were lacking. Not only were his physical attributes inferior to Song Yang's, but his emotional intelligence was also lacking. Reflecting on his past married life, it was always rushed. Song Yang, on the other hand, could make even a simple drinking session more exciting. Not to mention now that they're in the bedroom, who knows what tricks they might pull. He Yichen was extremely curious and wanted to see for himself. But he also knew that Song Yang was clearly wary of him. This made him quite helpless and very dissatisfied. "Can't I even see my own wife? I've already so generously given you the bedroom!" He Yichen thought this way because he had realized that Song Yang had probably discovered his pretense of being drunk. He even felt that Song Yang knew he was faking it from the beginning. Going to the sofa to drink was also to make it easier for him to peek. So He Yichen was still grateful to Song Yang. But one thing is one thing. Going to the bedroom was a bit underhanded! That's my wife! You let her do all that and then won't even let me see her, that's really going too far. However, He Yichen only grumbled inwardly. He was even relieved that at least Song Yang was still at home. If they had gone to a hotel, let alone seen her, he wouldn't even have been able to hear her voice; it would have been a complete waste of time. Chapter 508: Song Yang: You're still making me breakfast? He didn't know how much time had passed. He Yichen only remembered that the bedroom had been quiet several times, each lasting less than ten minutes. "That's enough for today." At this moment, Song Yang's voice came from the bedroom: "Zi Xi is coming back to Shanghai tomorrow." "You'll come with me to pick them up." Inside the bedroom, Zhao Mosheng, who was completely exhausted after hearing Song Yang's words, simply nodded. She was too lazy to even speak, and after replying, she closed her eyes to rest. Yang Zi Xi, huh? She knew her well. Wasn't she just that woman who looked just like her? Their trip to Europe last time had made them very close. As for "them" that Song Yang mentioned, it clearly meant that Yang Zi Xi wasn't coming alone. But in Zhao Mosheng's eyes, it didn't matter. Whether it was one person or two people coming from Beijing, or whether Song Yang was organizing an event like last time, she still had to go. After all, Song Yang had come in person! Song Yang didn't disturb Zhao Mosheng's rest, turning to He Yimei: "You should rest well." He Yimei nodded in response, also remaining silent. Then, Song Yang looked towards the bedroom door. Zhao Mosheng and He Yimei might not have noticed, but he had known all along that He Yichen had been eavesdropping outside. He simply hadn't confronted him. Besides, He Yichen outside was just part of the play. Although there was no physical intimacy, the feeling was still different. Outside the door, He Yichen let out a long sigh of relief. Finally, it was over! His legs were already a little numb, but he still felt unsatisfied. He checked the time; it was just past midnight. This made He Yichen even more disappointed. There was still more than half the night left. Why didn't they continue? However, from Song Yang's words, He Yichen could deduce that there must be other plans for tomorrow. That's why they didn't play all night like last time. This was to conserve his wife's energy for tomorrow. Thinking of this, He Yichen couldn't help but feel curious. He really wanted to know where Song Yang would take his wife tomorrow. Who exactly was that Zi Xi? Who else was among them, and how many were there? He Yichen wanted to know all of this. But he also knew that he couldn't possibly know unless Song Yang brought them to his house. But was that possible? He Yichen thought about it for a moment, and it didn't seem impossible. How would he know if Song Yang wouldn't agree if he didn't try? Hmm. Wait until tomorrow. Wait until Song Yang wakes up tomorrow. He'll talk to him alone. Anyway, the other party has already seen through his true colors. Knowing that he has this kind of fetish, he might actually agree. After all, it would be more interesting in front of his husband, wouldn't it? Otherwise, Song Yang wouldn't have specially come to his house. Wasn't it just for this kind of excitement? But He Yichen had a question. How did Song Yang know about this other side of him? If it weren't for what happened today, I wouldn't have even noticed. Oh well. Why think so much? He Yichen shook his head and turned to go to the bathroom. The next morning. Song Yang woke up early. He Yichen's bed was really nice. It was incredibly comfortable. Compared to the night he slept at Xu Huanshan's house, it seemed even better. Pulling himself out of his thoughts, Song Yang quietly got up. He still had to go to Ye Wenwen's place later. Without disturbing anyone, Song Yang went into the bathroom. After washing up, he dressed and left the bedroom. To Song Yang's surprise, He Yichen was already awake. Not only was he awake, but he was also preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Song Yang silently gave him a thumbs up; what a good man! "Good morning, Attorney He." Song Yang greeted He Yichen without any formality. Judging from his demeanor, it wasn't like he was at He Yichen's house, but rather at his own. The breakfast preparation was like that of a hired maid, while he was the true owner of the house. But He Yichen didn't seem to mind at all, even smiling and saying, "Mr. Song, breakfast will be ready soon." "Just wait a little longer and you can eat." "Haha..." Song Yang chuckled, saying, "Attorney He, I didn't expect you to be so hospitable." Noticing He Yichen's expression, he added, "Attorney He, you didn't sleep all night, did you?" "Was it because you were too excited eavesdropping outside the door yesterday?" Attorney He was startled and blurted out, "How did you know I was eavesdropping?!" "Of course I knew." Song Yang remained noncommittal, smiling, "Actually, I didn't lock the door last night. If you were a little bolder..." "You could have seen Miss Zhao..." "Oh, that's your wife's true charm." "Speaking of which, I feel a little sorry." "Such a wonderful woman as Miss Zhao, it's a waste that she's with you." "She doesn't understand anything, she can't do anything." "Luckily it was me, now she knows everything." "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Song." He Yichen said, regretting it deeply. He really didn't know Song Yang hadn't locked the door. If he had known, he would have opened the door to check. But what He Yichen didn't know was that Song Yang had locked the door from the inside. He was just teasing him. It was quite amusing to see the annoyance in He Yichen's eyes. Soon, He Yichen prepared breakfast. Century egg and lean pork congee, and boiled eggs. He personally brought it to Song Yang and politely said, "Please eat more." "Yes, please eat more." Song Yang nodded, deeply agreeing, "You don't know how much Miss Zhao..." He shook his head halfway through his sentence, "Never mind, why tell you all this?" "Anyway, you won't see her." "Attorney He, you understand what I mean, right?" "Yes, I understand!" He Yichen nodded repeatedly, helplessly saying, "To be honest, Mo Sheng and I haven't had marital relations for a long time." "No wonder." Song Yang suddenly realized. He Yichen looked grateful: "From now on, I'll entrust my wife's happiness to you, Mr. Song." "Don't worry," Song Yang nodded and smiled, "I'm always happy to help others." A moment of silence followed. He Yichen hesitated slightly before finally speaking: "Mr. Song, did you film a video last night?" "Why?" Song Yang didn't even look up. He Yichen looked expectant and asked, "Could I see it?" "No!" Song Yang refused without hesitation. "Alright." He Yichen was somewhat disappointed but didn't press the matter. He figured he'd have a chance to peek later. He wanted to see just how charming his wife was. Skipping the question, He Yichen asked again: "Mr. Song, do you have any other plans for today?" Song Yang had almost finished eating, wiped his mouth, and nodded: "Yes." "I'll come pick up Miss Zhao tonight." "Have her come with me." He Yichen felt reassured and said enthusiastically: "Mr. Song, I don't think it's necessary to go to so much trouble." "Why not just bring her here?" "Don't worry, I definitely won't disturb your work. Just like last night, pretend I don't exist." "Haha..." Song Yang laughed, then said calmly, "Attorney He, you seem to be overthinking things." Chapter 367: He Yichen: Should we buy medicine?! Song Yang naturally wouldn't agree to He Yichen's request. Letting him eavesdrop all night was already the biggest reward for his sensible act of feigning drunkenness. Rejected, He Yichen opened his mouth, wanting to try again. But before he could speak, Song Yang interrupted, "Attorney He, you should be content!" "Last night you had your fill of eavesdropping; that's enough." "You know your wife was planning to go to a hotel with me." He Yichen was silent for a long time before saying, "You can come often in the future." "My door is always open for you." Seemingly still not enough, he emphasized, "And my wife too!" Song Yang casually replied, "We'll see." Having finished eating, Song Yang stood up, "Attorney He, I have to go." "Just a reminder, don't disturb Mo Sheng and Yi Mei." "They're really exhausted and need rest." "I'll come over tonight to pick up your wife." After saying that, Song Yang turned and left. Once Song Yang was gone, He Yichen's mind started racing. He was still thinking about the video Song Yang had taken last night. Since Song Yang wouldn't give it to him, he'd just have to get it himself. Now that Song Yang wasn't around, and his wife and sister were still asleep, it was the perfect opportunity to take it without asking! Immediately, He Yichen got up and headed towards the bedroom. He hesitated slightly at the door, but ultimately pushed it open decisively. However, to his surprise, Zhao Mosheng was already awake. The reason she woke up so early was because she hadn't stayed up all night. Although the intensity was still high, it only lasted half the night. Previously, they always spent the entire night together, unable to sleep. Zhao Mosheng was used to this intensity and had developed an incredibly capable physique. Last night's experience hadn't reached her limit. So, she woke up shortly after Song Yang. She just hadn't figured out how to face her cowardly husband. Hearing the noise, Zhao Mosheng was startled. She thought Song Yang was coming in to offer her breakfast. Based on past experience, he would either leave and only come back when needed, or he would give her a thorough morning workout. But Zhao Mosheng never expected this. The one who pushed open the door was the man who had been a cuckold all night. Even more ridiculous was that, even in his own home, in his own bedroom, he was behaving so furtively. This made Zhao Mosheng burst out laughing, saying lightly, "What are you doing here?" "Haven't you heard enough last night?" Actually, Zhao Mosheng didn't know what He Yichen had been doing outside the door. But Song Yang, being so considerate, had told her during a break. So the last two encounters were both under his knowledge. He Yichen was startled upon hearing this, and chuckled awkwardly, "Mosheng, you knew?" "Heh..." Zhao Mosheng smiled coldly, her expression indifferent. After what happened last night, she was disgusted by her cowardly husband. It was laughable that she used to love him so much. She had even initially approached Song Yang for his sake. In the end, she had completely become like Song Yang, utterly dependent on him. At this moment, Zhao Mosheng suddenly felt a sense of relief. She was relieved that her initial choice had allowed Song Yang to have her. Otherwise, what if He Yichen's cuckolding tendencies kicked in? Who knows what kind of perverted things they might do? Thinking about it this way, it seems he should be even more grateful to Song Yang. He used He Yichen's affair to threaten him into agreeing to his conditions. He Yichen didn't know what Zhao Mosheng was thinking. But seeing his wife ignoring him, he didn't give up: "Mosheng, the video you filmed yesterday..." "Can I see it?" Zhao Mosheng stared straight at He Yichen. After a long while, she sneered, "You really want to see how others play with your wife?" "You really are a cuckold!" He Yichen didn't find Zhao Mosheng's insults offensive at all; on the contrary, he found them very apt. He even agreed with the nickname and enjoyed it. If Song Yang had said it, perhaps it would have been even more effective! But now is not the time to think about these things. He Yichen did not give up on his goal and admitted, "I'm just a little curious." "What kind of attitude will you have in front of Mr. Song?" "Haha..." Zhao Mosheng laughed again, mocking, "Song Yang is much more capable than you." "You should have heard it last night." At this point, Zhao Mosheng did not continue, her tone cold: "The camera is here with me." "If you want to see, go ask Song Yang." "See if he's willing to show it to you." "Has Song Yang left?" Faced with Zhao Mosheng's answer, He Yichen was quite helpless and nodded, "He left. Song Yang left after breakfast." Zhao Mosheng looked deeply at He Yichen: "You didn't make this breakfast yourself, did you?" "I made it." He Yichen readily admitted, gratefully saying, "After all, he used up a lot of energy last night." "You're so kind!" Zhao Mosheng really didn't know what to say. But she also highly agreed with He Yichen's words. Song Yang really did use up a lot of energy. Thinking about her upcoming collaboration with Yang Zixi that evening, Zhao Mosheng continued, "Go out, don't disturb my sleep." "Song Yang probably told you." "He'll come pick me up tonight." "He did." He Yichen nodded repeatedly, his usual arrogance gone, his attitude humble: "I'll go out now, you get some rest." Reaching the door, He Yichen seemed to remember something and asked uncertainly, "Mosheng, do you want me to buy you some medicine?" He was certain Song Yang wouldn't use any protection. Zhao Mosheng refused without hesitation: "No need!" Chapter 510: Goodbye Xu Hongdou! Meanwhile, Ye Wenwen put down her phone, a hint of joy flashing across her face. That bastard finally remembered his mother! Just now, Ye Wenwen received a call from Song Yang. He said he'd be there soon and would take her out for a stroll. How could Ye Wenwen not be overjoyed? If he didn't come soon, the spiderweb cave would be spinning its web! The image of Song Yang flashed through her mind, and her body, which had been languishing for so long, suddenly began to stir with subtle reactions. Ye Wenwen quickly snapped out of her thoughts; water resources were so precious, she couldn't let them go to waste. Before Song Yang arrived, Ye Wenwen first called the assistant store manager, saying she wasn't feeling well and needed to rest for a few days. Then she quickly got out of bed and went into the bathroom. After showering and thoroughly cleaning herself, she changed into a set of lingerie she had carefully chosen a couple of days ago. Looking at herself in the mirror, Ye Wenwen saw a delicate and pretty face. Her figure was curvaceous, far more sexy than before. Unconsciously, a charming smile appeared on her face. She believed that when Song Yang saw her, he would definitely be unable to resist pouncing on her. Thinking of the scene of being filled with desire, Ye Wenwen felt a surge of heat in her heart, and she couldn't wait. They wished Song Yang would burst through the door the very next second! As luck would have it, Ye Wenwen had just come out of the bathroom and was about to go to the living room to wait for Song Yang when the doorbell rang: "Ding-dong..." Ye Wenwen was overjoyed. Without even putting on her slippers, she ran barefoot to the door. Pushing it open, she saw Song Yang and exclaimed with delight, "You're finally here!" Meeting Ye Wenwen's burning gaze, which was practically overflowing with desire, Song Yang, already easily angered, especially at this crucial time in the morning, was instantly aroused! Looking at his attire—a black lace lingerie set with lace trim—she was sexy, alluring, and exceptionally captivating. Like a spark igniting a prairie fire, her anger flared. Ye Wenwen, with her sharp eyes, noticed Song Yang's change and felt inwardly smug. Her careful preparation hadn't been in vain, proving that her charm hadn't diminished. Even in her thirties, among the women around Song Yang, she had no advantage whatsoever. Yet, she still managed to attract Song Yang's utmost attention. Truly! Song Yang entered the house and closed the door behind him. Then, he stretched out his arms and pulled Ye Wenwen into his embrace. Inhaling the fresh scent of her bath, he smiled and said, "Sister Wenwen." "Are you trying to bewitch me?" Ye Wenwen bit her lip and invited, "Then why don't you come in and explore?" Song Yang didn't stand on ceremony and nodded, "Of course I will." "But Sister Wenwen, you have to do me a favor first." Although Song Yang's words weren't very clear, and were somewhat ambiguous, Ye Wenwen immediately understood the deeper meaning. After spending so much time together, there's always this unspoken understanding; you don't need to say it directly to know what to do next. Therefore, Ye Wenwen didn't refuse, nor could she refuse. After all, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time. But before that, she couldn't help but give Song Yang a charming wink. Then she raised her hand and tied her loose hair into a ponytail, so as not to obstruct Song Yang's view of her pretty and delicate face. Lifting her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, Ye Wenwen rolled her eyes at Song Yang, exuding undeniable charm. Two hours later, Ye Wenwen was still determined to pester him, displaying an attitude of relentless pursuit. But Song Yang didn't continue, shaking his head and saying, "That's enough for now." "Yang Tao will be in Shanghai tonight." "Did she tell you?" Ye Wenwen was disappointed at being rejected. She had thought it was because her charm wasn't enough. Hearing Song Yang's words, she realized what was going on. Just like Zhao Mosheng, Ye Wenwen instantly understood Song Yang's intention in not going all out. He simply wanted to wait until Yang Tao arrived to cooperate. If he went all out now, they wouldn't be able to play the matching game tonight. Although she had eaten quite a bit, Ye Wenwen still felt a little resentful: "Since she met you, she hasn't contacted me much." "Is that so?" Song Yang smiled and said, "Then when she comes, you two can cultivate your relationship." Ye Wenwen rolled her eyes at Song Yang, still wanting to ask, "Really not coming?" Song Yang said helplessly, "You can come by yourself." Ye Wenwen's eyes lit up, and she immediately turned over: "I've been waiting for you to say that!" "It was 7 PM. A flight from Beijing landed at Shanghai Airport. Yang Zixi and Yang Tao were on this flight. Interestingly, they weren't the only ones traveling together. There was another person with them—or rather, with Yang Tao. Yang Zixi had met this person once before. It was just a brief encounter, but it left a deep impression on her. Not only because it was her first meeting with Song Yang, and she'd been completely captivated, but also because the other person was incredibly beautiful, like a celestial being. Even she and Yang Tao paled in comparison. This person was none other than Xu Hongdou, the staff member of the hotel where Song Yang had previously stayed—the one she'd met at the bar the night he'd taken Fang Hui back to Beijing!"
Chapter 511: A Connect-the-Dots Game!
Watching Song Yang and Yang Zixi's intimate actions from afar, Xu Hongdou asked curiously, "Is this her boyfriend?"
Yang Tao was truly at a loss when faced with this problem.
To say that Yang Zixi is Song Yang's girlfriend seems inaccurate. But to say she isn't is also incorrect.
Strictly speaking, she can only be described as one of Song Yang's women.
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