Chapter 390: My Girlfriend Is Wen Wen Ruan

"Ding~~" The glass bottle lightly clinked.

"Gulugulu——" After finishing the remaining half-bottle of Beibingyang, Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian gazed tenderly at Xiao Xue, listening to her narration.

Due to their extremely close relationship, hearing Xiao Xue's gentle recounting filled her with deep empathy, as if she had lived through it all herself.

"So, for me, university memories aren't pleasant—I've been subconsciously avoiding my former self."

"Every time I earned money from part-time jobs, besides buying clothes and cosmetics, I'd come here for grilled skewers. But since graduation, I've been obsessed with my persona and haven't come back."

"The Yanjing Yanjing Yanjing Huating apartment is rented with friends; previously, my job was just as a front-desk admin at Rongxin Rongxin Chuangtou."

Speaking of her dishonorable transformation and experiences during university, Lin Mu Xue's heart churned with complex emotions, her eyes slightly glazed.

Her massive chest, tightly wrapped in the dress, appeared even fuller and more erect, as if ready to burst free at any moment.

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Tang Song whispered: "Qing Ning, you have to help me."

The minty taste between their lips, carrying her unique sweet aroma, drowned Tang Song's thoughts in bliss.

【Zhuang Zhuang: "nonono, sis isn't floating—she's itchy (#embarrassed). If you've got guts, leave your white moonlight and come to Modou to help your sister scratch that itch?"】

"Oh!" Liu Qing Ning gasped, then felt his firm, defined abs pressed tightly against her waist and hips.

Given Liu Qing Ning's personality, she couldn't pretend ignorance, nor could she ignore it like Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian.

…

If it were Su Yu, she truly had no confidence at all.

Then, Tang Song took her hand and placed it on himself.

They were all just casually snapped photos and videos.

"Actually, I understand," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian said cheerfully, handing Xiao Xue a skewer of grilled wheat gluten. "And even if you're vain and love showing off, I don't think that's a problem."

"Mm, okay! I'll go pay!"

His lips traced her chin, cheeks, eyes, nose—carefully and attentively savoring her round, adorable face.

【Zhuang Zhuang: photo. jpg】

Interrupted their conversation.

【Tang Song: "Zhuang Zhuang, you're burning up!"】

Fat-burning exercises, push-ups, squats…

Gifts she received, she'd quickly return with something more expensive.

Watching Tang Song advance relentlessly, Liu Qing Ning shut her eyes.

Liu Qing Ning turned around, clasping her hands tightly before her lower abdomen, meeting his eyes: "Who is your girlfriend?"

"Alright," Lin Mu Xue smiled, fell silent for a moment, then spoke emotionally: "Thank you, Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian—and thank God I met you."

She breathed heavily, "Huh-huh."

Her reason for crafting the "financially educated woman" persona was ultimately an intense inner desire to become exactly that.

Sensing something amiss, Liu Qing Ning's smile faltered slightly; blushing, she said: "Let's be clear—this is my limit. If you want to go further, I won't agree."

Dancing to the music, sipping wine, swaying her body.

Seeing the vulgar comments below, Liu Qing Ning's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, a sudden surge of anger rising.

Just as she finished speaking, a warm embrace enveloped her.

Looking into her bright, lively eyes, Tang Song took a deep breath and said slowly: "Her name is… Wen Wen Ruan."

Lin Mu Xue also opened up to her aesthetician friend.

A tipsy, sweet voice chimed: "Brother, look how pretty I dance! Isn't I prettier than them? When will you come back? I miss you—so, so much."

But it wasn't beautiful.

【Zhuang Zhuang: "Friendly reminder—I'm in a meeting right now, surrounded by my assistants. Feel the thrill?"】

Tang Song exhaled softly: "Living like this every day—I just can't hold out."

Liu Qing Ning whispered so faintly: "Don't look at me!"

"Impossible!" Tang Song shook his head firmly, then added: "My dear girlfriend, I'm flying back to Yancheng this afternoon. Before I leave, fulfill this wish for me, okay?"

After all, you're spending your own hard-earned money—not stealing or robbing.

"Qing Ning." Tang Song's voice called from beside her.

Tang Song slowly rose from the floor and waved to her: "Qing Ning, come here." Sensing his burning gaze, Liu Qing Ning's eyes curved into crescents; she made a playful face. "Hey, brat, what are you up to?"

Seeing Tang Song follow her into the room, Liu Qing Ning pointed to the bathroom and smiled: "Go ahead, take a good shower. Later, we'll go downstairs to buy ingredients—I'll cook for you."

"No wonder you're so fit! I watched you for twenty minutes—amazing!"

Hearing her words, Lin Mu Xue covered her mouth and giggled, then added seriously: "I'm sorry, Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian—I lied to you all this time, but I never meant you any harm."

In one look!

She answered the call and whispered for a few moments.

Liu Qing Ning pouted and slapped him lightly: "You know what I mean—answer seriously!"

Opened the aesthetician friend's dance video.

After sending the message, she stood up and exercised in the living room.

Lin Mu Xue and He He He Liting's dancing differed greatly—just randomly swaying to the beat, like dancing in a bar.

Tang Song held her tightly, pressing his head against her.

Tang Song nodded, had no intention of debating this with her, stood up, and hugged Liu Qing Ning, whispering: "You've seen the chat logs—now it's time to keep your promise, right?"

Tang Song's heart surged instantly.

Tang Song sat on the smooth floor, panting, his ears filled with the "thump-thump-thump" of his heartbeat.

"Hehe," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian shook her head. "Don't try to trick me—I won't tell anyone. Once I speak, it's no longer a secret."

She was genuinely curious: how did Tang Song talk to her when he was with me?

If he asked, Wen Wen Ruan would definitely handle this perfectly, never putting him in a difficult position.

Saying this, she pulled out her phone, opened WeChat, tapped Wen Wen Ruan's chat window, scrolled up, and held it before her: "First, only look at the last two days."

Thinking of this, Liu Qing Ning instantly felt a wave of relief.

Then, Liu Qing Ning let out a whimper as her lips and teeth were slowly parted.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian smiled sweetly: "Shall we take the skewers home? We've got wine—want to drink some together?"

From another perspective, Tang Song, as an early investor in Tang Zong Entertainment, is close friends with Su Yu and Mo Mo Sister Xiang Wan.

…

But previously, she'd only guessed—there was no concrete evidence.

She would actively learn about everything about him, including his current girlfriend.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, Liu Qing Ning's clear, bright eyes blinked, as if holding a pool of clear spring water.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she'd pinch herself hard to confirm she wasn't dreaming.

She exercised for nearly an hour.

After unloading the long-bottled-up words, Lin Mu Xue felt much better—finally, she wouldn't have to keep pretending anymore.

For example, knowing she'd become wealthy, he'd never let her pay for meals.

……

Liu Qing Ning turned her back to him, nervously saying: "You can handle it yourself."

"I'm very satisfied with who I am now—and I've reached this point entirely because of you."

August 20, 2023, Sunday.

"How old is she this year?"

They indulged in fantasy, letting themselves go wild.

For example, Xu Ning—can you really never let her interact with Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian?

"Yes!" Tang Song licked his lips and stepped closer to her.

At 6 a. m., Tang Song woke from sleep.

She gazed at him with a radiant smile, like a serene, enchanting painting.

"Ding-ding-ding—" The phone suddenly rang.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian picked up her phone and glanced: "It's Ting Zi."

Youthful, vibrant bodies, fair, plump legs, paired with seductive, alluring dance moves—radiating irresistible charm.

Picked up her phone and walked into the living room.

Listening to the white moonlight's cooing, watching her bouncing chest, Tang Song nodded: "Alright."

Secretly telling you the truth—I'm also extremely vain.

Feeling the rise and fall of her back, Tang Song picked her up and sat her on the bed.

In contrast was her cute, youthful oval face.

After hesitating for a long while, she bit her cherry lips and whispered: "I have a question—answer me first."

"Oh~ So it's a mature, alluring big sister," Liu Qing Ning pointed at the photo on his phone, sourly: "You really do like big breasts—I've always noticed you staring at me here. No wonder you're so skilled."

Three girls in revealing outfits, drinking, laughing, and teasing each other.

She shares some common ground with Liu Qing Ning, allowing for smooth communication and interaction.

【Zhuang Zhuang: "These past two days, I've been exhausted—went through Yunyun International Group's Modou branch with my assistant team and found plenty of issues."】

Tang Song, freshly worked out, radiated strong pheromones, leaving Liu Qing Ning weak in the knees.

He's very accepting in this regard—for example, Xu Qing only has a B cup.

【Zhuangzhuang: "(#Hungry) I'm returning to Yancheng on Monday; let's see how you behave then. As long as my little brother doesn't complain of tiredness, big sister promises you anything."】

Even her cyber girlfriend on Opening Opening Xiaohongshu, Yao Yao Lingling, is still a little a.

"H-how do I help?" Liu Liu Liu Qingning's voice trembled as she looked down at Tang Song's hand. "Let go first."

Liu Liu Liu Qingning looked up at him, dazed. "No wonder you've become so slick and smooth-talking—definitely corrupted by her."

At six in the morning, freshly awake and in peak condition, Tang Song felt his body burning.

Then her body lifted into the air and appeared on the bed. Sweat traced down her sculpted muscles, dripping onto the floor.

…

The dress was rolled up in a pile.

There's a difference between saying something yourself and having someone else discover it.

But he knew Liu Liu Liu Qingning well—since she said she'd only look at these two days' chat logs, she absolutely wouldn't rummage through his phone.

Tang Song's eyes lit up. "Tell me!"

He then pulled Lin Empress Mu Xue and He He He Liting into the well-soundproofed bedroom.

Craving admiration, envy, and worship from others.

If not for Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian, she would likely have missed Tang Song entirely.

Her slightly pouted lips resembled a ripe cherry, glistening with irresistible allure.

In her mind, this beautician was simple-minded and never kept secrets.

It wasn't Su Yu after all.

After a long while.

"You answer me, and then what?"

【Tang Song: "I like it."】

Wen Wen Ruan was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate—graduated from a prestigious university, mature, rational, emotionally stable.

If Liu Liu Liu Qingning returned to the homepage, she'd see a flood of even more explosive messages.

The surging lust was finally suppressed.

Sunlight poured through the 270-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire living room brightly.

【Zhuangzhuang: "(#Provocative) My period ended today—I'm in the safe period now. I learned a few new positions from short videos recently. Want to try them? I just wonder how long you can last."】

"Mm." Liu Liu Liu Qingning snatched the phone and scrolled through it, her expression shifting rapidly.

"You can't say that—it's just coincidence." Tang Song felt offended.

Lin Empress Mu Xue blinked, curiously asking her: "What could you possibly be hiding from Tang Song?"

With the engine's roar, the matte gray Porsche 911 sped into the night.

"It's fine, really fine," Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian shook her head vigorously. "Everyone has secrets—even I do. Some things, even with Brother Song, I've never said."

Liu Liu Liu Qingning snorted, her face tense. "You've already done that kind of thing with her, right?"

Though unwilling to deceive her white moonlight, some concealment was necessary.

Including He He He Liting, all three had achieved a degree of financial freedom thanks to Tang Song.

Tang Song curiously tapped open the messages—his expression instantly turned bizarre.

Feeling the contours of his firm muscles, Liu Liu Liu Qingning couldn't help but crack open one eye, revealing a sight she'd never seen before.

The suppressed lust in Tang Song surged back instantly.

Though she'd never experienced this herself, she'd read plenty of books and understood many things.

Tang Song's face flushed. "You can't say it like that—our chat style is just like this. Wen Wen Ruan is naturally casual with close people."

She felt no resentment toward Xiao Xue's deception because she sensed Xiao Xue's sincerity.

Liu Liu Liu Qingning's face instantly flushed red. "Disgusting."

【Zhuangzhuang: "So do you like it?"】

Now, his physical strength, flexibility, and balance had reached an extreme level—equivalent to that of a top athlete.

Subconsciously, she still hoped to monopolize Tang Song and pull him back to her side.

Liu Liu Liu Qingning smiled, leaned forward, blinked her sparkling eyes, and joked: "Dare you let me see your chat logs with her? Of course, if you've said bad things about me, you can refuse."

"Then let me see~ I'll just check your chats from these two days." Liu Liu Liu Qingning shook his shoulder as she spoke.

"Twenty-nine."

Deception, concealment, or an outright confession.

Tapped open the voice message sent by her beautician friend.

Movements came effortlessly, radiating health and vibrant beauty.

He'd known this question before coming—it was inevitable he'd face it someday.

Liu Liu Liu Qingning's snow-white thighs were exposed.

She turned and walked inside, giggling as she slipped into the bedroom.

The gray dress clung tightly to her curving body, like a second skin.

After watching Liu Liu Liu Qingning sleep peacefully beside him, he quietly got out of bed.

"Finished?" Tang Song snatched the phone back, secretly a little nervous.

Tang Song replied: "I'm returning to Yancheng tonight. Wait for me."

All three were dressed extremely lightly—especially in the later photos, barely wearing underwear, clothes disheveled.

Maybe just a "classmate blind box" would tear off her facade.

【Tang Song: "You're getting cocky again, huh? When we get back, I'll give you a real beating!"】

"You!"

"Wen Wen Ruan…" Liu Liu Liu Qingning murmured the name, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.

Hearing the word "girlfriend," Liu Liu Liu Qingning's eyes instantly misted over.

A carefree weekend night, aged around twenty, facing a life and future with no pressure, no stress.

His hand slowly rose upward, feeling the truth of his white moonlight.

She had just finished washing up—damp strands clung to her forehead, now dressed in a gray fitted dress.

"I… I'll just help you a little."

Still living in Yanjing Yanjing Yanjing Huating, walking to and from work daily, earning money by shooting short videos, desperately saving to buy luxury goods, maintaining a facade of glamour and persona.

"Brother Song gave me my first luxury item—I showed it off to friends so many times, I'd fall asleep imagining their envy."

When she finally snapped back to reality, she suddenly realized Liu Liu Liu Qingning had appeared at the corridor exit.

The stark contrast delivered a massive impact.

At this moment, for them, this was the ultimate pleasure of life.

The cabin echoed with beautiful music and Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's off-key harmonizing.

…

"Bye." "Bye, Sister Xiao Xue."

She froze, not daring to move.

Both were close friends she could confide in.

Financial company executive, annual salary in the hundreds of thousands, drives a Porsche 911, and can influence the Lanfeng International Five-Star Hotel to some extent.

The air conditioner hummed softly; the lighting was warm and gentle.

Both were sent by Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian and Lin Empress Mu Xue.

Muscles glistening with sweat, tall and imposing frame, hot breath.

That state was also the fate of many "fake socialites."

Her body instantly went limp, mouth dry and throat parched.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian kicked off her slippers, barefoot danced a new routine, somehow shed her clothes, and let loose in her sports bra.

Their relationship had reached this point through gradual mutual giving and acceptance.

Given their friendship, those actions seemed understandable.

"Uh…" Tang Song grimaced. "Do you think I'd say bad things about you?"

"Ah!" Liu Liu Liu Qingning summoned unexpected strength, wrenching free from Tang Song's grip. "You little Song—you actually… actually made me help you… do this?! Don't even think about it!"

During his week in Raffles Shenzhen, he'd been celibate—how could he withstand such temptation? Instantly, his blood boiled.

Or just abandon all principles and become a borderline livestreamer, earning quick cash like Xu Ning, then find a powerful top fan.

He unlocked the screen—besides bank deposit notifications, there was a flood of unread WeChat messages.

Tang Song didn't answer her question. He turned and shut the door, slowly walking toward her.

After drinking until near dawn, everyone was slightly drunk.

And now, she had precisely become the state she loved most.

The screen was filled with blindingly white images.

She had just washed up—her face radiated a fresh, citrusy scent, incredibly appetizing.

Zhao Zhao Zhao Yaqian's closest friend used to be her cousin He He He Liting; now she'd added Xiao Xue.

Liu Liu Liu Qingning's heart skipped. "This… I…"

Shenzhenwan No. 1, T5 Building.

And the older sister truly indulged him to the point of spoiling—he could be her secret lover without any commitment or title.

My god! Is this a girlfriend or a hookup!?

Her supple waist and gently rounded hips, outlined by the gray skirt, exuded a captivating charm.

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"Boss, the money's been transferred. We're off now. Bye!"

Tang Song pressed harder, "Aren't you fond of my eight-pack abs? I just worked out—they're a bit tense. Can you help me relax them?"

That evening, in the grand mansion of Yanjing Yanjing Yanjing Huating.

Feeling the swell of her curves, Tang Song leaned close to her ear, inhaling her scent, urging, "You're not thinking of breaking your word, are you? That's not the Liu Liu Liu Qingning I know!"

Liu Liu Liu Qingning pressed her full thighs tightly together and gritted her teeth: "You bastard!"

He gazed into her moist eyes, caressed her fair, adorable face, and felt her tension and tenderness.

An unprecedented sense of accomplishment made Tang Song feel euphoric.

(End of Chapter)