Chapter 469

The first ray of light in the autumn morning fell obliquely on the bed sheet through the gaps in the curtains.

Intermittent murmurs echoed in the bedroom.

Qiuqiu opened her eyes abruptly, her chest rising and falling violently.

Staring at the ceiling for a while, her thoughts gradually returned from the nightmare.

She sat up and picked up her phone to check the time.

【6:14】

【September 19, 2023, Lunar August 5th】

Looking at the words "August 5th," her lips moved slightly, her gaze a bit dejected.

There were 10 days left until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it happened to connect with the October 1st holiday, allowing for an 8-day break at once.

But she couldn't be happy at all.

Because her father's death anniversary was August 15th.

The frequent nightmares recently were probably related to the approach of this date.

As for her father, she didn't actually have much of an impression, only a small amount of memories.

More were the oral accounts of relatives, as well as a small amount of photos and videos.

After all, her father had already passed away when she was 3 years old.

However, there were always some unique emotions in her heart.

Sometimes she also thought, if her father were still alive, would she be happier, and her grandmother wouldn't have had to die.

Once she graduated from university and earned enough money, she could let them live happily.

She let her mind wander like this for a long time.

By the time she came back to her senses, she discovered that tears had already soaked her arms.

She wiped away the tears.

Qiuqiu turned over and got out of bed, changed into a yoga outfit, first put the millet porridge on to boil, and then came to the living room to start practicing yoga.

After 7 AM.

"Zhiya—" The master bedroom door opened on time.

"Senior sister, good morning."

"Morning, Qiuqiu." The energetic Gao Mengting walked out, waved her hand, and walked toward the bathroom.

After finishing a set of yoga movements, Cheng Qiuqiu quickly stood up, walked into the kitchen, and started cooking.

Breakfast was very simple: egg pancakes, mixed vegetables, and millet porridge.

It wasn't hard to make, and by the time Gao Mengting finished washing up, the food had just been served on the dining table.

"Thank you, Qiuqiu, for your hard work." Gao Mengting hugged the big-chested little junior sister tightly, rubbing affectionately against her face.

Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head unnaturally, "It's not hard work, it's what I should do."

Although her personality was cold, she knew who was good to her and knew how to repay them.

Gao Mengting invited her to join Songmei Apparel, gave her a salary of 10,000 yuan, and often enlightened her, helping her get along with colleagues.

For her, she was already equivalent to half a relative, and also the best friend she had had for so many years. Hesitating for a moment, Cheng Qiuqiu turned and walked into the kitchen, taking a red plastic bag out of the refrigerator.

Opening the bag, she placed the glass jar inside onto the dining table.

And as his best friend, she knew nothing about this.

She really missed a key period of his growth.

Love and friendship, Wen Ruan and Su Yu.

She felt like she had been excluded from his world.

For her, this was the most unacceptable thing.

Liu Qingning faintly had a feeling of "bitterly hating that every year I press the golden thread, only to make wedding clothes for others."

Thinking of this, the throbbing pain came from her head again.

Liu Qingning bit her teeth, telling herself not to let her imagination run wild anymore.

Even if she was unwilling and in pain, things had already reached this point, and she could only find a way to solve it bit by bit.

"Dong dong dong—" A knock on the door sounded.

Liu Qingning hurriedly took a deep breath, suppressing the painful emotions on her face, trying hard to make her expression look peaceful.

The bedroom door was pushed open gently.

Tang Song walked in with a smile, "Qingning, come out to eat, try the breakfast of love I made for you."

"Mm." Liu Qingning responded, lifted the quilt, sat slowly on the edge of the bed, and put on her slippers.

The migraine coming from her head made her movements appear exceptionally slow.

Just about to get up, Tang Song's figure suddenly came before her, touched her forehead, and asked with concern: "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Liu Qingning smiled, "No, it's just that it's that time of the month, and my stomach hurts a little."

"I'll rub it for you." Tang Song sat down beside her without a word and rubbed his hands.

One hand wrapped around her waist, the other hand pressed gently on her lower abdomen, and he began to massage and rub gently.

"Hmm~~" Liu Qingning couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan, her body trembling slightly, a trace of shyness and joy flashing in her eyes.

Tang Song's care and attention were the best medicine for her.

"Actually, the best way is to drink painkillers, like ibuprofen, but your stomach has always been bad,

I'm quite worried. We can see how it goes later; if it's not particularly painful, try not to take medicine."

Liu Qingning said "Mm," leaning her head on his shoulder, enjoying his tenderness.

The pain gradually subsided.

"I cooked millet porridge, drink more later, it will warm your stomach and relieve the pain." Tang Song said in a low voice while rubbing. As for relieving menstrual pain, his experience was accumulated from Wen Ruan, and the effect was impeccable.

However, the white moonlight was far from being as "sturdy" as the big sister.

She had been physically weak since she was a child; in high school, as long as someone around her had a cold, she was always the first to be infected and often asked for leave to go to the infirmary.

But it was precisely because of this reason that Tang Song could often take care of her and be alone with her in high school.

The two's relationship also gradually became intimate in those repeated care-taking moments.

After breakfast, Liu Qingning's headache had completely disappeared. Looking at the gradually brightening sky outside, she wanted to drag Tang Song out for a stroll.

Her flight was at 4 PM, and the time she had with Tang Song was only half a day left; every minute and every second seemed exceptionally precious.

The two changed into light sportswear and went downstairs holding hands.

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh, carrying a hint of coolness.

The fallen leaves under their feet were dampened by the rain, making a faint "rustling" sound when stepped on.

They walked along the damp streets, strolling through the neighborhood around Yanjing Tiancheng, chatting and laughing.

They walked for a long while.

Liu Qingning suddenly stopped her steps, her gaze falling on a row of shared bicycles beside her.

She suggested in a spoiled tone: "I'm a bit tired from walking, how about we ride bikes? Let's ride from here to the Qingxin Garden neighborhood and go see the place where you lived before."

Since Tang Song moved to Yancheng, she had never seen him, only visited Qingxin Garden and the house he rented through video.

She was actually very curious and regretful about that place.

"From here to Qingxin Garden, it's about 10 kilometers by bike. Is your body okay?" Tang Song pointed to her lower abdomen.

Liu Qingning took out her phone to scan the code to unlock the bike, and replied without raising her head: "Are you looking down on me? In the past, when we went out to play, it was much further than this, and I don't hurt that much now."

She actually didn't have the problem of menstrual pain; before, it was entirely because of the migraine.

Mentioning the past, Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle: "At that time, it seems I was the one carrying you on the bike? You insisted on holding your schoolbag and refused to hug my waist directly. It's really a bit regrettable; I didn't experience the feeling of being 'hit by a ball' by you."

Liu Qingning's face turned slightly red, and she pretended to be angry and patted him: "Hmph! I didn't expect you to have such bad thoughts in your head back then! I thought you were so pure at the time!"

"Hehe." Tang Song pursed his lips and chuckled, leaned to her ear, wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and teased in a low voice: "At that time, my 'bad thoughts' were more than just this; there were even more excessive ones. Do you want to hear them?"

"Go to hell! I don't want to hear them!" Liu Qingning made an angry expression, her cheeks puffed up like a bun, kicked the fallen leaves at her feet, and urged: "Hey, idiot, scan the code and unlock it quickly, otherwise I'm leaving first!"

Tang Song laughed and kissed her, then took out his phone to scan the code to unlock, mounted the bike, his movements clean and dashing.

He looked back at Liu Qingning, his eyebrows full of doting: "Are you ready?"

"Three, two, one, let's go!"

The streets of Yancheng on a weekend morning were a bit crowded, the sycamore leaves by the roadside swayed with the wind, and the air was filled with the fragrance of soil and grass.

The two rode side by side on the street, the wheels rolling over the accumulated water and splashing small water droplets.

Passing by high-rise buildings, bus stops, street-corner cafes, and lively stalls, Liu Qingning turned her head to look at Tang Song from time to time, discovering that he was always paying attention to her, and a soft love couldn't help but rise in her heart.

From another perspective, wasn't Tang Song also her white moonlight?

On the bike, the boy's wind-blown school uniform wrapped her most shy joy during puberty.

Even to this day, it was unforgettable.

Therefore, she kissed him forcefully in the dim KTV on the night of their high school graduation.

"Idiot Little Song!" Liu Qingning shouted with a smile, stretched out her left leg to kick him, and then accelerated forward.

Tang Song was stunned and hurriedly reminded: "Hey, don't ride too fast! Be careful of falling!"

"I won't!" Liu Qingning looked back and stuck her tongue out at him, her ponytail drawing a beautiful arc in the wind.

Although she said that, she still slowed down.

When Tang Song caught up, she kicked the pedal hard again, widening the distance once more.

Her pleasant laughter came through the air.

In a taxi parked by the roadside, the driver uncle looked at these happy young people riding bikes, his gaze somewhat dazed. He had also been like this, riding a bike with his beloved girl, shuttling through the streets and alleys, the wind brushing past their faces, laughter filling the entire street.

Yancheng at that time was far less prosperous than it is now, the streets were narrow, and the buildings were not high, but every corner exuded warmth and vitality, and his heart was also full of expectations for the future.

Unfortunately, time flew by, and he still lost that girl who loved wearing white dresses.

Those beautiful moments had also been drowned in the trivialities of life, and only occasionally could he remember them.

He couldn't help but shake his head and mutter to himself: "Youth is truly good."

When the two figures disappeared at the street corner, he reached out to press the car window glass, fished a Liqun cigarette out of the storage compartment, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The smoke rose slowly in the cool air, blurring his vision.

Memories suddenly surged like an undercurrent, swallowing his thoughts.

The future that was once unclear, he was now living in it.

The dreams, promises, and expectations of the past had now become the background sound of memories, never to be touched again.

Is it regrettable? Definitely.

If possible, who wouldn't want to keep the white moonlight of their youth?

The two locked the bikes and walked into the Qingxin Garden neighborhood.

The familiar environment entered their sight.

Liu Qingning saw the scenery that had appeared in the short videos Tang Song had sent her before.

After the two chatted and walked around the neighborhood.

Tang Song suddenly stopped his steps in front of a bike shed, a strange look appearing on his face.

Liu Qingning asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

Tang Song said sheepishly: "I suddenly remembered, it seems I still have a Yadea electric bike parked here."

"Oh?" Liu Qingning's eyes brightened, and she smiled: "I remember you said you spent 2,100 to buy it."

"Mm, I'll go in and see if it's still there." Tang Song nodded and walked into the bike shed.

His gaze swept around, and finally, he saw the black and white electric bike in the corner, a layer of dust already fallen on it. This was the means of transport he bought after returning to Yancheng, and also his first vehicle.

Unfortunately, later when he moved, the floor was mopped clean, but he still left it here.

It had to be said that he was indeed quite inflated at the time.

The suddenly descended system, the dream-come-true game, Secretary Jin, luxury cars, luxury houses—under the impact of these things, he had long ago thrown this little Yadea to the back of his mind.

Liu Qingning said: "It hasn't been charged for so long, the battery must have died of hunger."

"Mm, I'll pull it away later and change the battery." Tang Song patted her soft waist and back, "Let's go, where do you want to go next?"

"Let's walk around the neighborhood, I want to see the place where you lived before."

"OK, let's go."

Walking out of the neighborhood gate, the two walked forward along the street.

While walking, Tang Song pointed to the shops and corners by the roadside, telling Liu Qingning about the bits and pieces of interesting things in his life.

The old-fashioned steamed bun shop that always had a queue—the boss was an old man with a very loud voice, and he had a son who got into Tsinghua University;

The bookstore at the corner—the owner raised a chubby orange cat that was always lazily napping on the pile of books.

Having lived here for so long, even if work was busy, Tang Song had completely integrated into the surrounding environment; traces of his life were spread all over here.

Listening to these trivial yet warm things, Liu Qingning's mouth corners lifted unconsciously; this was what she hoped to understand, and also what she had lacked before.

Later, she would also explore his past, his university.

Don't know when.

"Patta~" A coolness on her forehead.

Liu Qingning raised her head, droplets of rain falling from the sky.

It started to rain.

"Let's go hide from the rain first." Tang Song pulled her wrist.

Liu Qingning said "Mm" obediently, following him quickly to the eaves of a shop by the roadside.

She knew her current physical condition; she absolutely couldn't get rained on during her period, otherwise, with her fragile constitution, she would definitely get a serious illness.

The rain became denser, carrying a hint of coolness, gradually dyeing the street into a misty color.

Liu Qingning leaned against the wall, her gaze inadvertently sweeping across the street, suddenly pointing to a small shop not far away, her tone carrying willfulness and spoiled anger: "I want to eat candied hawthorn."

Tang Song looked in the direction of her finger, smiled, and rubbed her hair, "Wait for me a moment."

After saying that, he pulled the hood of his hoodie over his head and rushed into the rain curtain.

On the street, pedestrians walked in a hurry, traffic sped through the rain, splashing up patches of water.

Tang Song's figure appeared hazy and blurred in the rain and mist.

Liu Qingning stood under the eaves, her gaze following his back tightly.

After a moment, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar.

Tang Song's figure appeared before her again, holding a bright red string of candied hawthorn, a brilliant smile on his face.

"Here, your candied hawthorn."

His bangs and clothes were all soaked by the rain, sticking to his body, appearing somewhat disheveled.

Liu Qingning took the candied hawthorn, her fingertips touching his cold hand, as if she saw the boy from high school again.

"Idiot Little Song," she muttered, raised her hand to wipe the rain off his face, her nose feeling a bit sour.

"Crunch—" The rice sugar coating shattered instantly under the pressure of her teeth.

The sweetness melted on the tip of her tongue, carrying a hint of sourness, like her mood at this moment.

"It's really delicious." Liu Qingning's eyes curved into two crescents, her eyes shining as if they were filled with stars, her lips stuck with sugar coating and red hawthorn fruit pulp.

"I'll try it too."

Liu Qingning hurriedly held it up, "Here you go."

Tang Song lowered his head, gently holding her plump and petite lips, gentle and delicate, carrying the coolness of the rain and the taste of the candied hawthorn.

Liu Qingning closed her eyes, her hand unconsciously tightening on the candied hawthorn, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The rain was still falling, but the whole world quieted down at this moment.

Just at this time, a crisp system prompt sounded in Tang Song's ear.

"Ding! Aura charging reached 100%, Aura Baptism has been triggered."

Immediately following, a thin halo sprayed down from above his head, like the morning sun piercing through the mist, dreamy and beautiful. "Ding! You have obtained the safety-type special item 【Green Pouch Gourd】."

【Green Pouch Gourd】: Long-term wearing can subtly improve physical constitution, nourish the body, relieve fatigue, and enhance immunity. (This physical item can be gifted)

【Note: The green pouch hides affection, sending my lovesickness】

Tang Song was slightly stunned and reacted instantly.

It was the "Aura Effect 2" of 【Male God Aura (LV4)】 charging to 100%, triggering the Aura Baptism.

Liu Qingning's feelings for him were beyond doubt.

Her joy and response finally brought about this reward.

Noticing the name of the prop, looking at the white moonlight with a flushed face in front of him, and then thinking of Liu Qingning's constitution.

Tang Song said sorry to his mom and dad in his heart.

He pulled Liu Qingning's body into his arms, feeling her softness and passion with his heart.

After a long while.

Liu Qingning's breathing became rapid and uneven.

After persisting for another moment, Liu Qingning finally pushed Tang Song away gently, panting hard a few times, her cheeks flushed, her heartbeat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

She lowered her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "Stop! So many people are watching, you—you kissed for too long."

She didn't have much kissing experience, and the few times with Tang Song were very short.

This passionate and surging kiss made her completely unable to adapt, feeling her soul trembling, the whole person as if melted, almost unable to breathe. "Don't you like it? I feel like you were enjoying it just now, very cooperative." Tang Song smiled, turned his head, and bit the candied hawthorn.

"You big bastard! It was clearly you who suddenly kissed me forcefully!"

Liu Qingning's voice carried a bit of shy anger, but more of it was the panic she couldn't hide.

"Then you kiss me forcefully too."

"No." Liu Qingning glared at him, her cheeks like ripe apples.

The rain gradually stopped, pedestrians on the street increased again, footsteps and conversation sounds intertwined.

The sound of the two's bickering became smaller and smaller.

After finishing lunch, they returned to Yanjing Tiancheng.

Liu Qingning began to pack her luggage in silence.

Tang Song wanted to help, but was pushed out by her.

The reason was that there were private items that couldn't be seen by him.

Sitting on the sofa in the bedroom lounge, Tang Song opened the system interface.

Entered the warehouse.

A brand-new prop appeared there, emitting a faint cyan light.

Selected the prop and claimed it immediately.

Immediately following, he had an exquisite and petite cyan jade gourd in his hand.

The waist of the gourd was slightly constricted, the upper and lower petals were plump and symmetrical, the lines were soft, just like a drop of solidified morning dew.

It was warm to the touch, round and smooth all over, naturally formed.

Just like the previous 【Safety Wheat Ear】, the size was just right; it could be used as a pendant for a necklace, or as various hanging ornaments.

Tang Song shook it gently, and a faint rustling sound came from inside, as if stardust was flowing within it.

This was a very exquisite jade ornament; even if taken out to be sold as an artwork, it would definitely be very expensive.

After playing with it in his hand for a while, Tang Song got up and walked to the walk-in closet, searching for a while in the inner cabinet.

He took out a long gift box from inside.

Inside was a platinum necklace, the dense twisted chain sturdy yet elegant.

Tang Song threaded the necklace through the small hole at the top of the gourd, his movements gentle and focused.

The platinum chain and the cyan jade gourd complemented each other, a low-key yet luxurious beauty rushing toward him.

He held the necklace up to the light to examine it carefully; the gourd revealed a warm luster under the light, as if it contained some kind of vitality.

Nodding with satisfaction, Tang Song took the necklace and returned to the bedroom.

Noticing Tang Song's appearance, Liu Qingning zipped up the suitcase and said softly: "I'm packed, the flight is at 4 PM, it's almost time to leave."

"Qingning, close your eyes, I'll let you open them when I tell you."

Liu Qingning was stunned, realized something, but still pretended to be spoiled: "Could it be that you want to do something bad again?"

"Hurry up, be obedient."

Liu Qingning said "Hmph," pretending to be reluctant as she closed her eyes, but the corners of her mouth lifted slightly.

Immediately following, a faint coolness came to her neck.

Tang Song gently lifted her long hair, his fingertips inadvertently touching her skin, bringing a trace of itchy sensation.

"Alright, you can open them now."

Liu Qingning opened her eyes slowly, and a small mirror appeared in front of her.

In the mirror, there was an extra platinum necklace on her neck, the dense twisted chain shining with a faint light under the light, and an exquisite and petite gourd hanging in front of her chest.

The cyan jade gourd and her fair skin shone together, appearing exceptionally moving.

Liu Qingning stared blankly at herself in the mirror, her fingertips touching the gourd in front of her chest involuntarily; the touch was warm and delicate, as if she could feel its vitality.

"It's called 【Green Pouch Gourd】, it's said to bring good luck and nourish the body." Tang Song explained softly, his tone gentle: "I hope it can always accompany you, no matter where you go."

As he spoke, he touched the little gourd and tucked it into her snow-white cleavage.

"You bastard!" Liu Qingning patted him shyly, but her face carried an unconcealable joy.

The silver Mercedes-Benz S-Class drove slowly out of the Yanjing Tiancheng underground parking lot, the wheels rolling over the wet ground, splashing up small water droplets.

Inside the car, it was quiet and warm, only soft music flowing in the air.

Liu Qingning sat in the passenger seat, kicking her well-proportioned legs, humming a song softly.

"The most beautiful thing is not the rainy day, but the eaves where I hid from the rain with you, the scenes of memories swinging on the swing..."

She didn't seem to have much sadness of parting, but instead was cheerful and happy.

The car stopped slowly in the airport parking lot.

The two got out of the car, carrying the suitcase into the airport lobby.

Tang Song helped Liu Qingning handle the check-in procedures and accompanied her to the security checkpoint.

Liu Qingning turned to look at him, her voice suddenly becoming unprecedentedly gentle, "I'm leaving, idiot Little Song, take care of yourself in Yancheng, don't be too tired."

"Mm, you too, take care of yourself in Shencheng, work is not the main thing." Tang Song said softly, his eyes carrying reluctance.

Liu Qingning nodded, picked up her luggage, and walked toward the security area.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned around, and returned to his side.

Looking at him with stubborn eyes, tears gathered in her eye sockets bit by bit.

Like dew in autumn, it could fall at any moment.

Before Tang Song could speak, Liu Qingning had already stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, short and passionate.

Her back gradually blurred in the crowd, finally disappearing at the other end of the security checkpoint. ===== CHAPTER 466 =====

Tang Zong Entertainment issued an industry notice, banning Gao Miao and prohibiting him from participating in any film and television projects, variety shows, or commercial activities.

Other entertainment companies, directors, actors, screenwriters, etc., all voiced their opinions online, jointly boycotting Gao Miao."

Bei Yuwei's eye corners twitched, her brain unable to react.

Gao Miao was not just the producer of the crew; he was also an executive of the capital side, possessing very large resources and connections, counting as an invisible big shot in the industry.

She had only mentioned it slightly, how could it escalate to the point of being banned?

Li Ruixi, who heard the conversation between the two, was stunned for a long while, and couldn't help but speak: "Where did you get this news?"

As soon as the words fell, a series of hurried knocks on the door sounded.

Immediately following, several figures walked into the dressing room.

Through the mirror, Bei Yuwei saw the general director Lu Ming, producer Xu Yulan, screenwriter Zhao Ding, and others.

She seemed to have a premonition in her heart, but didn't dare to be sure.

Director Lu Ming walked straight to Bei Yuwei's side, his voice gentle and sincere: "Yuwei, regarding the deletion of the previous plot, I have actually always had opinions; it affected the integrity of the character and character shaping too much. I just negotiated with Zhao Ding, and we have already reached a preliminary modification plan, adding many key plots."

Screenwriter Zhao Ding immediately stepped forward, smiling and echoing, describing his thoughts on the plot modifications with vivid descriptions.

His tone carried a trace of flattery and caution, as if he were afraid that Bei Yuwei would be dissatisfied.

Li Ruixi's complexion gradually became ugly, and she couldn't help but speak: "Director Lu, will changing it like this affect the overall plot rhythm? After all, the movie length is limited, and adding too many subplots might make the audience feel it's long-winded."

Lu Ming frowned, his tone indifferent: "Ruixi, this is an internal adjustment of the crew, you don't need to worry about it."

Li Ruixi wanted to say something more, but seeing Lu Ming's unquestionable gaze, she finally closed her mouth.

Bei Yuwei took a deep breath, a sweet smile appearing on her face, "Thank you, Director Lu and Screenwriter Zhao, I will do my best to play this role well and not live up to everyone's expectations."

In the dressing room, the few chatted for a while, the atmosphere appearing very harmonious.

After Director Lu and the others said goodbye and left, Li Ruixi gritted her teeth and followed quickly.

She was really unwilling and wanted to ask clearly.

The dressing room returned to quiet.

Bei Yuwei could no longer hide the excitement and agitation on her face, light flickering in her eyes, as she whispered: "Success!"

Sister Bing nodded with surging emotions: "Yes, Yuwei, this time it really is a—"

Before she finished speaking, her phone rang.

Sister Bing looked down at the screen, her complexion changed slightly, and she whispered a reminder: "It's the artist director! I'll take this!"

Quickly connecting the call, her tone was respectful: "Hello? President Wei."

"Mm-hmm, you say."

"Listen... this... okay... I know."

Hanging up the phone, Sister Bing turned to look at Bei Yuwei, her tone complex: "Yuwei, President Wei said that all filming plans after 'Snow Night First Clearing' are suspended. After you finish here, you need to go to the company headquarters first."

"All filming plans suspended? Go to the company headquarters? Why?" Bei Yuwei was scared pale.

Sister Bing took a deep breath and whispered: "Chairman Su wants to see you."

Bei Yuwei said incredulously: "Which—which Chairman Su?"

"Miss Su Yu."