Chapter 464: The Truth of the White Moonlight and Black Silk

In the dining area, the aroma of food drifted through the air.

Xu Qing was pulled along intimately by the hand by Xiao Jing, following closely behind until she sat down in a seat.

The dining chair, wrapped in soft genuine leather, was comfortable and full of texture.

The crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, reflecting off the exquisite tableware and refracting a brilliant radiance.

Waiters in crisp uniforms shuttled silently between the tables, placing one exquisite dish after another before them.

But at this very moment, Xu Qing felt like she was sitting on pins and needles; she kept her head down, her face flushed, and her little bottom squirmed restlessly.

In the 【Beauty of the Two-Dimensional】 group, she was a partner at a large law firm, an elite lawyer, a shareholder in a media company, and a school-belle-level beauty who was elegant, tall, and had a D-cup.

Her ex was a somewhat crazy CEO god of a large company, and her current boyfriend was a high-level executive in the Greater China region for an international capital firm.

But in reality, of course, that wasn't the most critical part.

The most critical part was, what if Xiao Jing discovered that her boyfriend was Tang Song? What would she do then?

"Qingqing, what would you like to drink?"

The sweet voice of the perverted Xiao Jing came to her ears, making Xu Qing shiver. She immediately shook her head and said, "N-no need. That—Xiao Jing, I suddenly remembered I have something to do, I might have to leave first, haha, sorry about that."

As she spoke, Xu Qing tried to stand up from the sofa.

Xiao Jing, however, grabbed her arm; the force wasn't great, but it made it impossible for her to break free.

"Big Boss Qingqing, let's eat first. Don't worry, I absolutely won't reveal any information about you in the group. That group of ours is all just playing role-playing games anyway, it's no big deal."

"This—alright." Xu Qing's face turned bright red instantly, and the little bottom she had just lifted settled back down.

She was just naive, not stupid; naturally, she caught the "threatening" undertone in Xiao Jing's words.

In other words, if she snuck away, she guessed Xiao Jing would find her in the group to chat about today's encounter.

As Miss Xu Qing, she was someone of status and reputation; if her persona completely collapsed, she would really be finished.

She groaned inwardly, regretting that she shouldn't have come shopping today.

Opposite them, Ma Luoluo and Xiao Mei watched the two's intimate appearance and couldn't help but whisper, their eyes full of envy. The distance between them and a rich, beautiful socialite like Xiao Jing was vast.

Although Ma Luoluo had attended many gatherings with her boyfriend, she had never truly made friends at this level.

The A5 Wagyu beef, seared at high temperature, carried a faint sweetness and milky fragrance in addition to the aroma of fat and meat. The various flavors blended together, rich in layers, mellow in taste, and overflowing with the fragrance of fat.

After taking a bite, Xu Qing's eyes instantly curved into two crescents, and a look of intoxication appeared on her face.

She was an out-and-out foodie.

In just an instant, she was completely immersed in the enjoyment of high-end cuisine, her mouth moving non-stop.

She even cast her embarrassment and awkwardness to the back of her mind for the time being.

She even began to size up the surrounding environment, listening to the conversations of the people around her, accumulating material for her novel writing.

This kind of high-end private club was something even her best friend Shen Yu Yan had never taken her to, so she was actually very curious.

The sound of conversation swirled around them.

As the "protagonist of the day," the topic naturally revolved around Lin Jingming. Everyone chatted from Fast Charge Power to new energy, and then to Tang Yi Precision.

As the most well-known industrial enterprise in Yancheng, the influence of Tang Yi Precision was beyond doubt.

The reason Fast Charge Power built a factory in Yancheng was because there were 32 local "specialized, refined, unique, and innovative" supporting enterprises cultivated by Tang Yi Precision here.

These enterprises covered popular industrial fields such as precision manufacturing, semiconductor and new material clusters, and new energy and intelligent equipment.

With these supporting facilities, the costs and technology of Fast Charge Power could be guaranteed.

Xiao Jing listened quietly; apart from chatting with Qingqing about some topics in the group from time to time, she did not participate in their conversation.

Her main task upon returning to Yancheng this time was to resign from Jinxiu Trading and join Smile Holdings and Tang Yi Precision.

According to her own heart, naturally, lying flat was the most comfortable; she wanted to enjoy life peacefully and find some fun.

However, she also knew that her father was getting older, and there were so many company shares and assets.

As an only daughter, she would have to get involved sooner or later.

Even if she didn't manage the assets directly, she needed to understand the operating logic of family wealth to avoid being sidelined or making wrong decisions in the future due to information asymmetry.

Moreover, the vast majority of her father's assets were company shares.

For example, an accident at the Zhongcheng Group caused a major devaluation of shares, and her father's assets shrank accordingly.

Once wealth reaches a certain level, it appears "private," but in reality, it is deeply bound to the socio-economic ecosystem and is watched by countless people.

If she wants to inherit and manage it in the future, it is actually a very troublesome matter; one slip, and she could be swallowed by larger capital.

For a second-generation wealthy heir at her level, networking and career choices are essentially a "high-end resource game."

Therefore, despite her reluctance, she still became the compensation supervisor at Jinxiu Trading, and even went to Smile Holdings for training to gain access to higher-level connections.

What she didn't expect was that she would actually become close with Shangguan Qiuya, and even be noticed by Jin Dongshi; although she was very happy, there was ultimately some pressure, and it was hard to be as free and easy as before.

(O*))) Thinking of this, Xiao Jing sighed in her heart, her gaze shifting back to Qingqing, who was "burying her head in her meal" beside her.

A sweet smile instantly appeared on her face.

The game has only just begun, Big Boss Qingqing.

We will definitely have a great time!

Lunch drew to a close in a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

After exchanging phone numbers with Xu Qing and singing a song together, Xiao Jing finally let her go, still feeling unfulfilled.

She sent the three of them out of the club and returned to the lobby.

Lin Jingming, holding a glass of champagne, appeared beside her and said politely and gentlemanly: "Miss Tian, I chatted briefly with your father about Huineng Electronics earlier, and I'm quite interested. Shall we go to the terrace over there and chat?"

Xiao Jing replied obediently: "I'm sorry, Lin Zong, I don't know anything about Huineng Electronics, and my dad hasn't mentioned it to me either."

A strange look flashed in Lin Jingming's eyes. He swirled the wine glass in his hand and said sarcastically: "No problem. I heard that Miss Tian just finished training at Smile Holdings and even met Jin Dongshi. To be honest, I'm very interested in that too and would like to learn more."

Xiao Jing smiled slightly, "Lin Zong, you really are well-informed. However, I am essentially a 'professional slacker,' and going to the Imperial Capital for training was just for fun."

She paused and said in a relaxed and playful tone: "Besides, I'm here to relax today. I was having too much fun with my friends just now, and my head is still a bit dizzy. If I talk to you about work now, I'm afraid I might accidentally call Jin Dongshi 'Secretary Jin,' and then I'd be done for. After all, she is a big shot, and we wouldn't dare gossip behind her back."

Hearing her words, Lin Jingming was stunned, then laughed "haha" a few times, looking at her with admiration: "Miss Tian is truly an interesting and excellent person; not only is your appearance and temperament outstanding, but your personality is also great."

"Lin Zong, you flatter me. I can't compare to you; founding Fast Charge Power at such a young age is admirable."

"Alright then, it seems today is not the right time to talk about business." Lin Jingming chuckled and was about to continue saying something.

Xiao Jing suddenly said: "Oh, right, I'm sorry, my boyfriend just called me. I didn't hear it because I was singing at the time, so I need to call him back. Lin Zong, let's chat again when there's an opportunity. I hope you have a great time today!"

Hearing the word "boyfriend," Lin Jingming's eyebrows raised slightly, and his expression remained normal as he said: "Then I won't disturb you. Let's talk about some lighter topics next time we have the chance."

"Mm-hmm, bye-bye." Xiao Jing waved her hand and walked toward the lounge.

Soon, Qin Ying, who had been observing from the shadows, approached her.

She whispered: "Xiao Jing, you were too rude. Fast Charge Power will be a leading enterprise in the charging pile field in the future, which is very important for the Huineng Electronics your dad invested in. Even just chatting briefly and making a friend would have been good."

Xiao Jing glanced at her, "Don't tell me you don't know what Lin Jingming is after."

"You—I'm speechless! It's not like you're dating him." Qin Ying rolled her eyes, "When are you going to introduce your boyfriend to me? I really want to know what kind of man could turn you into a love-struck fool!"

In her impression, Xiao Jing had been a quirky and eccentric character since she was a child, and a bit cunning.

In the past, she always listened to Xiao Jing's opinions on many things.

But later, as they grew up, especially after she went abroad, they had less contact.

She didn't expect that the other party would suddenly become "love-struck," not only thinking of that Tang Song everywhere but also deliberately distancing herself from the excellent boys in their circle for his sake.

This Lin Jingming was probably also too excellent, and Xiao Jing was worried her boyfriend would get jealous.

Otherwise, for a normal social gathering, chatting and drinking would be nothing at all.

"You want to meet him?" Xiao Jing blinked, "He is very charming. I'm afraid you'll fall for him, and then you'll be envious, jealous, and hateful, which would affect our friendship."

(O).

Qin Ying was stunned, then bent over and laughed "haha," "You are really interesting, having such mysterious confidence in your boyfriend."

"This isn't mysterious confidence; he is indeed very excellent."

Qin Ying laughed for a while and looked at her, saying: "I remember you used to praise Zeng Yuchen and Zhuang Junhao as very excellent too."

"That's different, the feeling is different." Xiao Jing's eyes were sparkling, "Tang Song is full of mystery, just like the male lead in a manga who hides secrets. Every time I think I know him well enough, I discover new secrets. It's very novel and interesting."

"Forget it, I'm not going to argue with you, you love-struck fool!" Qin Ying muttered, sitting down to drink tea by herself.

Xiao Jing, however, was completely unbothered. She took out her phone, opened WeChat, and excitedly @Qingqing in the 【Two-Dimensional Beauty】 group, chatting with her about their boyfriends and the big BOSS lover he was hiding at Smile Holdings.

This trip to the Imperial Capital, her other major discovery, was the matter between Shangguan Qiuya and Tang Song.

She even guessed that Shangguan Qiuya came to Yancheng for Tang Song.

Now, she felt like she was playing a puzzle-solving game.

Clearly having an ordinary background and ordinary experiences, yet he could achieve such accomplishments.

So—Brother Tang Song, what kind of person are you exactly?

And what secrets are you hiding?

September 17, 2023, Sunday, rain, 20~28c.

Four o'clock in the morning.

A drizzling rain began to fall outside the window, tapping against the glass and making a faint "ticking" sound.

In the dim room, Liu Qingning woke up from a light sleep, a faint dragging pain coming from her abdomen, accompanied by the feeling of liquid flowing.

Her face turned slightly pale. She glanced at Tang Song beside her, slowly sat up, lifted the thin quilt, and stood up with gentle movements.

The faint light from the phone screen illuminated the space slightly.

Liu Qingning walked into the walk-in closet, turned on the light, lifted her clothes to check, and sure enough, it had started.

Fortunately, it had just begun, and the blood flow was very light.

She took a sanitary pad and underwear and walked into the bathroom.

After finishing, she turned off the light.

The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, her temples throbbed, and a familiar, sharp pain struck without warning.

She held onto the wall, her fingers digging hard into her palms, trying to use the pain to distract herself.

However, it was to no avail.

Trying hard not to make a sound, she walked out of the master bedroom. The moment she closed the door, her breathing became heavy.

Liu Qingning pushed open the study door, turned on the night light, collapsed into the chair, and rubbed the back of her right head hard with both hands.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz" A series of throbbing pains, like heavy hammers hitting her head, made her let out a suppressed groan.

In 2018, with the help of Professor Wang Chang, she came into comprehensive contact with the new field of artificial intelligence for the first time and was greatly shocked.

Subsequently, she began to devote herself to competition projects.

In an environment like the Imperial Capital University, facing a group of top academic elites, she, who had once been the pride of heaven, appeared mediocre and ordinary, and she also saw many true geniuses.

Her competitive spirit and pride made her unwilling to fall behind, so she studied with all her might, absorbing knowledge.

This obsession was like a double-edged sword, both achieving her and torturing her.

She had been in poor health since she was a child, and it could be said that she had no talent at all in sports.

It was also during that time, due to an irregular schedule, high mental pressure, and a weak physical foundation, that she began to have sporadic migraine problems.

Unilateral throbbing pain, which has lasted for more than 4 years now.

As she started her business, this problem became more and more serious, and later it was accompanied by hereditary high blood pressure.

Especially when she needed to process complex data or encountered tricky work, it would occasionally flare up.

At its worst, it would also cause nausea and vomiting.

Since the second half of this year, every time she had her period, she would be in pain for a while.

She had seen doctors and tried many methods, but the results were not very good.

The doctor said it was mainly a mental problem and needed slow recuperation and improvement.

She had never told Tang Song about these things.

It was just that sometimes when they were video chatting, she would suddenly say she had to hang up, saying she was busy, but in fact, it was because her migraine was acting up.

As for the reason, it was actually very simple.

She had a very stubborn personality; this was a strength, but also a weakness.

She hoped that in Tang Song's mind, she would always be that shining, never-losing white moonlight.

Just like in high school.

She was the Liu Qingning who listened to music, read novels, daydreamed, chatted, and finally still got into Imperial Capital University with the best grades.

This was a somewhat pathological obsessive-compulsive disorder, which she knew better than anyone, but she couldn't overcome or get rid of it.

This was also reflected in many aspects.

For example, if she had pimples on her face or fat on her stomach, she would absolutely not let Tang Song see it.

She would hang up the video he sent directly and would not share any photos with him.

During the time Tang Song left Shencheng, she had made great efforts to lose weight and take care of her skin.

This time coming to Yancheng, the hair tie she used to tie her hair, and the bracelets and necklaces she wore, were all given to her by Tang Song before.

Her outfits and makeup were all trying to be close to her high school and university days.

She just wanted him to know that she was still the Liu Qingning he loved most.

She hoped that in his heart, she would always be beautiful.

Of course, this shortcoming also led to the situation she and Tang Song were in today.

She won the gold medal in the "Internet+" competition, worked hard to start a business, ran to Shencheng, and later prepared to buy a house in Yancheng, planning their future without authorization.

She just wanted to make her image in Tang Song's mind more perfect.

Therefore, she could not accept Tang Song's change of heart, could not let go of her feelings for him, and even more so, would not allow herself to fail in the most critical matters.

"Nee—" The pain continued.

The sound of rain was sparse, mixed with her suppressed breathing, making this moment feel infinitely long.

More than ten minutes later, the pain gradually showed signs of weakening.

Liu Qingning's breathing also stabilized.

She hugged her body, curled up in the chair, and began to recall the scenes of today in her mind.

Yancheng's autumn didn't actually have many places to play, but because of his company, every moment was clear and interesting enough.

The morning mist, the elderly doing morning exercises, Yancheng's specialty breakfast, sweet sugar-roasted chestnuts, the light and shadow game in front of the Buddha statue at Longxing Temple, the anthropomorphic interaction with cultural relics at the museum, the jar-baked sesame cakes in the night market, the popcorn at the cinema...

A faint smile appeared on her face.

Another long while passed.

Liu Qingning drank a cup of warm water, went to the bathroom outside, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her complexion was a bit unnaturally flushed, there were faint dark circles under her eyes, and her lips had lost some color.

After a simple wash, she applied a layer of lip glaze that brightened her complexion, and Liu Qingning returned to the master bedroom on tiptoe.

Although the migraine was still there, it was already bearable.

Liu Qingning climbed onto the bed cautiously, her movements extremely light.

However, the moment she lay down, Tang Song seemed to notice something, turned over, and leaned toward her direction.

His palm rested on her waist unintentionally, his breathing brushing past her ear, warm and soft.

In the dim light, Tang Song's sleeping face was quiet and gentle.

Liu Qingning opened her big eyes, scanning this face that couldn't be more familiar.

His nose was straight, his lines were clean and sharp, carrying traces of the greenness of his youth, but also adding the perseverance and maturity of adulthood.

His lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upward, as if he had dreamed of something happy.

Liu Qingning raised her pretty face and kissed him on the lips like a dragonfly skimming the water.

This was Tang Song, her Tang Song.

No matter if the other party was Wen Ruan or Su Yu, she would not back down, and even less would she give him up.

Liu Qingning leaned into his arms, counting his heartbeats, and closed her eyes gently.

The pain at this moment seemed to become slight as well.

I don't know how much time passed.

Between sleeping and waking, the hand on her waist moved gently, and her cheek was kissed.

"What are you doing?" Liu Qingning murmured, her plump E-cup breasts brushing against his arm intentionally or unintentionally.

"Keep sleeping." Tang Song said in a low voice, sat up, and got out of bed on tiptoe.

Liu Qingning squinted her eyes, watching Tang Song walk toward the walk-in closet, and soon he changed into sportswear and walked out.

When the bedroom door closed, her eyes opened completely, her gaze carrying a trace of anxiety and insecurity.

This trip to Yancheng, Tang Song behaved very gentlemanly throughout, without any excessive actions.

Even when sleeping at night, he didn't touch her.

Could it be because her attraction to him was no longer enough?

Thinking of Wen Ruan's perfect figure and charming appearance, and thinking of Su Yu's beauty and enchantment, Liu Qingning bit her lip, a wave of indescribable gloom and entanglement rising in her heart.

All sleepiness vanished.

Lying on the bed, her mind was turbulent, and she even had the thought of getting medical aesthetics.

Of course, she also knew that her period + migraine + high blood pressure suppressed her rationality, and this was just a wild thought under impulse.

The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and the gray-blue morning light spilled into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

Liu Qingning sat up abruptly, went to the walk-in closet, took off her pajamas, and took a tight dress from the closet to change into.

Because her chest was large, she would look very sexy wearing this kind of clothes.

After thinking about it, Liu Qingning opened her suitcase and took out a pair of unopened silk stockings from the interlayer.

Since she was a child, she had never worn this kind of silk stockings. This pair was given to her by Liu Shuang before, telling her to wear it when she went on a date with Tang Song. When she came, she brought it on a whim.

She put on the silk stockings very unskillfully, and sat down in front of the dressing table, applying light makeup to herself clumsily.

Liu Qingning looked at herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, her lips pursed tightly, and a stubborn look flashed across her face.

Push-ups, squats, fat-burning exercises—sweat slid across her muscles and dripped onto the yoga mat.

Tang Song was breathing heavily, his ears filled with the "thump-thump-thump" sound of his heartbeat.

Being with a baby-faced, giant-cute white moonlight, trying to control his surging lust was not a simple matter.

He rested for a few minutes.

He changed into slippers and walked toward the bedroom.

Pushing open the door, Tang Song stood at the entrance, his breathing stalling slightly.

Liu Qingning was sitting quietly on the sofa, her legs wrapped in black silk crossed, the hem of her dress barely covering the base of her thighs.

The shoulder straps of her slip dress were so thin that they seemed to break at a touch, revealing a large area of snow-white skin.

Her huge breasts looked even fuller and more upright under the wrapping of the dress, as if they would break free from their restraints at any time, ready to come out.

The sexy black off-shoulder slip dress outlined her graceful and undulating figure just right.

That fresh and cute goose-egg face faced him, her expression calm and low, and her whole person exuded a unique charm.

In Tang Song's deep memory, Liu Qingning was more of that girl who wore a school uniform, tied a ponytail, and had a clear smile.

Now, wearing silk stockings and a slip dress, she carried a strange, heart-palpitating beauty.

Seeing this appearance of his white moonlight for the first time, Tang Song's eyes turned red.

"Qingning—you—"

"What's wrong with me?" Liu Qingning asked softly, her voice carrying a trace of provocation.

Tang Song took a deep breath and came to her, "Let's just say, are you deliberately testing my self-control?"

As he spoke, Tang Song leaned forward slightly, the faint perfume scent mixed with her unique body fragrance, making him intoxicated.

Liu Qingning's eyelashes trembled slightly, her cheeks burning, "Bastard, what do you want to do?"

"You must know." Tang Song's breathing was a bit rapid, his chest rising and falling violently.

"I'm on my period." Liu Qingning suddenly said, her tone carrying a trace of playfulness, "My body is very uncomfortable now, and I'm bleeding down there."

"Uh—" Tang Song's mouth twitched, and he retreated to the next best thing, "Then let me touch your legs."

Liu Qingning bit her lip and muttered, "Perverted little Song."

Seeing that his white moonlight didn't refuse directly, Tang Song's hand reached up directly.

The legs wrapped in black silk shone with a delicate luster in the morning light, the touch warm and silky.

Of course, the more critical thing was a sense of psychological satisfaction and possessiveness.

Liu Qingning kept her legs tightly together, her fingers twisting her hair unconsciously.

The familiar little action made Tang Song think of high school, when she also sat quietly in the classroom like this, chatting with him while playing with her hair.

After a moment, Tang Song looked into her eyes, his voice a bit dry, "I want to feel your heartbeat."

Liu Qingning's body trembled slightly, a thick flush rising on her face, "No."

Tang Song said softly, "Give me some face, okay? Considering how restrained I've been these past two days."

"You—" Liu Qingning looked into his eyes and suddenly asked, "I ask you, who is the person you love most?"

"Liu Qingning!"

"Who is your girlfriend?"

"Liu Qingning!"

"Who is prettier, me or Wen Ruan?"

"You!"

Liu Qingning let out a breath, a faint smile appeared on her face, and her gaze looked to the side.

The sound of her heartbeat roared in her ears, as if it were about to break through her chest.

Tang Song's other hand slowly moved upward, simultaneously feeling the white moonlight's truth and black silk.