Chapter 116: A Chance Encounter with Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing

Yancheng Clothing Factory, boss's office.

The warm sunlight shone through the curtains, outlining a scene of interlaced light and shadow on the walls, as if draping the entire room in a warm and soft gauze garment.

Fang Xiang's small face was flushed, and she slowly took off those blue jeans; immediately after, a pair of long legs, their charming curves outlined by black silk stockings, came into Shen Yan's view. Fang Xiang was one meter sixty-eight tall, her skin naturally fair, the whiteness of her skin showing through the black silk stockings, her legs slender, symmetrical, and full—simply breathtakingly beautiful.

In truth, Shen Yan did not have any special preference in this regard; he just felt it looked good worn this way, so he had let Fang Xiang try it, never expecting to be dazzled by the sight.

After Fang Xiang sat back down on his lap, Shen Yan wrapped his right arm around Fang Xiang's willow-thin waist, his left hand falling naturally onto those beautiful black-silk-clad legs; the texture wasn't necessarily anything special, but it just gave one a feeling of being unable to stop.

Actually, he had the urge to tear a hole in them to explore further, but after thinking about it, he didn't do so.

Fang Xiang rested her small head on Shen Yan's shoulder, and only feeling a scent of lavender lingering at the tip of her nose, she couldn't help but take a few extra sniffs.

"Boss, did you spray perfume today?"

"Mm! How is it? The scent isn't bad, right?"

Fang Xiang nodded her small head repeatedly, saying it smelled especially good. At this moment, she felt that large hand mischievously burrowing toward the inside of her thigh, and she said shyly, "Boss, I'm on my period; it's not convenient today."

Shen Yan didn't mind, saying, I have things to busy myself with later, I was just touching casually. Upon hearing this, a trace of disappointment welled up in Fang Xiang's heart; the frequency with which Shen Yan came to the factory was not high, generally only coming once every few days, and the two often spent more time apart than together.

Up until now, besides knowing that Shen Yan was very wealthy and a student at the Hangzhou University Law School, Fang Xiang knew very little about other aspects of him; perhaps the factory was just one of Shen Yan's few businesses.

Fang Xiang actually longed to spend more time with Shen Yan, yet she dared not delay his important business. The only thing she could do was guard this one-acre-three-fen plot of the online store well for Shen Yan, proving that she was a useful person.

In this way, she could stay by Shen Yan's side forever.

After finishing the matters at the factory, Shen Yan drove to the Communication University of China, picked up Hao Anqi, and headed straight for the Yintai Department Store building in the center of Xihu District.

The two first ate hot pot on the third floor. In the misty environment, Hao Anqi's melon-seed face was flushed, appearing exceptionally striking under the brilliant lights, as enchanting and beautiful as peach blossoms.

She took off her small pink Chanel-style jacket, revealing the white crew-neck sweatshirt underneath, rolled up her sleeves, and tucked in with gusto.

She would occasionally put meat into Shen Yan's bowl, saying: "Shuai Yan, this marbled beef is delicious... the mutton, and the enoki mushrooms are also good. Hurry and try them."

Shen Yan teased, "In your mouth, there's nothing that doesn't taste good." Hao Anqi wrinkled her delicate nose, pouted her small mouth, and said, "You're scolding me for being a pig again, aren't you?"

"Don't misunderstand, pigs aren't as capable of eating as you," Shen Yan said with a straight face.

Hao Anqi rolled her eyes beautifully, not caring how he roasted her, and buried her head to continue devouring her food.

A food-devouring person, a food-devouring soul, those who devour food are the elite among people.

After dinner, the two wandered around the Intime Department Store, buying two sets of clothes and playing video games—doing whatever made them happy.

Afterward, they went to the cinema on the fifth floor.

Come to think of it, they had been together for so long, yet this was their first time watching a movie; for an ordinary young couple, this was simply an unbelievable thing.

There was no helping it; Hao Anqi was more interested in gourmet food, while Shen Yan felt that watching movies was too boring, and it was better to find some fun, hands-on activities, such as sports like ice skating.

However, occasionally watching a movie to relax was also not bad.

"Old Shen!"

Just as the two were buying popcorn, Shen Yan suddenly heard a familiar voice. Turning his head, he discovered it was Tang Song, wearing a brown crew-neck sweatshirt paired with black casual trousers.

Standing prettily beside him was Yuan Mingqing, wearing a white knit sweater on her upper body and gray straight-leg trousers on her lower body, her hair tied in a small ponytail, smiling sweetly, giving one the feeling of a girl-next-door.

The two had their fingers interlaced, looking like an inseparable pair.

Shen Yan grinned and said, "What a coincidence, you're here to watch a movie too?"

"Yeah, didn't expect to run into you guys here."

Tang Song glanced at Hao Anqi, who was holding Shen Yan's arm, a flash of amazement passing through his eyes.

Hao Anqi was wearing a small pink Chanel-style jacket paired with a black woolen miniskirt; leggings of the same color tightly wrapped her beautiful legs, outlining graceful curves, and on her feet were a pair of brown knee-high boots, looking atmospheric and fashionable.

A head of jet-black long hair hung from both sides to her chest, full of ladylike style.

Regardless of looks, this outfit alone was enough to kill Yuan Mingqing in comparison.

However, to each their own, and different figures require different clothes; Tang Song did not develop any other thoughts.

Yuan Mingqing, meanwhile, looked at Hao Anqi with envy—enchanting and alluring, like a charming fox, with such a hot and sexy figure. Among all the girls she knew, only Wu Yueer could compete with her.

No wonder such an outstanding Shen Yan was captivated by her.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two tacitly did not mention the idea of watching the movie together; they were both young couples out on a date, and who would want others to disturb them?

Through the big screen, one could see that there weren't many good movies showing at this time. The more famous ones were "Up", "Avatar", and "Hachi: A Dog's Tale"; the others were all dregs—either the box office was too low and they were born at the wrong time, so one hadn't even heard of them, or they were pure, massive flops.

One couldn't even find a decent romance movie.

Hao Anqi was more interested in dogs, so she took a fancy to "Hachi: A Dog's Tale" at a glance. Shen Yan indicated that either was fine; although he had never contributed a single ticket sale, he had watched this film online and could almost recite it backward.

Today was Friday, and there were quite a few young couples who had arranged to come out to watch a movie, but November was not the peak season for films. Looking around, the occupancy rate in the screening hall was not even one-tenth.

And when Shen Yan was queuing to enter, he unexpectedly ran into Tang Song again.

One has to say, fate is always wonderfully indescribable.

A mischievous smile appeared on the corner of Shen Yan's mouth as he said, "Old Tang, the cinema is a serious place; you can't be sneaking around doing little things."

"Cough, cough!" Tang Song's old face turned red, and he coughed twice in pretense.

Yuan Mingqing looked completely ignorant, failing to understand the meaning at all, while Hao Anqi reached out and pinched the soft flesh on Shen Yan's waist, chiding coquettishly, "What are you saying? Aren't you afraid of people laughing at you?"

With such a stark contrast, who was pure and who was seductive was clear at a glance.

Tang Song felt a surge of spirit; he and Shen Yan had started their relationship at almost the same time. He hadn't expected Shen Yan to progress so rapidly, while he was still dawdling there—truly not the behavior of a real man.

Damn it! Must find an opportunity to try it later.