Chapter 476: Tipsy Little Pinky Promise, the Legendary Jinmeixiao

Sensing his gaze, Gao Gao Gao Mengting turned her head and asked lightly, "Did you put your luggage away?"

"Mm." Tang Song gave a slight nod, walked over to her side, and sat down on the bed naturally.

"Wait a moment, I'll be done soon." Gao Gao Gao Mengting smiled gently and continued packing.

"No rush, take your time."

Tang Song's gaze quietly assessed her graceful figure, his face softened with a warm smile.

The atmosphere subtly grew tender.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu quietly closed the door and stepped aside, her hands unconsciously twisting together, appearing uneasy.

In this moment, she deeply felt that she was in the way.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting returned unused items to her suitcase, clapped her hands, and said, "All set!"

Tang Song stood up, smiled, and winked. "The temperature outside is perfect—would be a waste not to take a walk. Don't you think?"

"Fine, since I'm the local expert, I'll reluctantly give you a tour around." Gao Gao Gao Mengting smiled faintly, then turned to Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu standing in the corner. "Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, coming with us?"

After all, they shared a room—ignoring her would be inappropriate.

"No thanks," Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, eyes lowered. "I'm not feeling well, a bit tired—I'll just lie down here."

"Mm, we're off then. Rest well. There's hot water over there."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting picked up a light jacket from the hanger, slipped it on, tucked her phone into her pocket, and made a "Go" gesture toward Tang Song.

his gesture.

In this season, Wushan's nighttime temperature hovered around fifteen to sixteen degrees— Jiashanghaifeng ， Qishishiyoudianxiaolengde 。

Tang Song glanced at Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, nodded to her, and stepped out of the room.

"Pengyi," the door softly closed.

The corridor's lighting was soft and serene as the two walked briskly toward the elevator.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting tilted her head slightly, concerned. "You barely ate on the train—are you hungry? Want me to take you for something?"

"No, I ate a lot for breakfast and lunch. I eat little at night."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting asked curiously, "To lose weight, keep your figure? Come to think of it, when we first met, you were a bit heavier than now."

"Hehe, that's exactly why." Tang Song leaned close to her, whispering, "I'll tell you a secret—I've got eight-pack abs now, and my love lines are starting to show."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting covered her mouth and laughed softly. "You're bluffing."

Tang Song raised an eyebrow. "Why would I lie? Come to my room tonight—I'll let you see for yourself."

Hearing him, Gao Gao Gao Mengting instinctively glanced at his abdomen, her face flushing deeply. "Get lost—I'm not falling for that."

Though she didn't know if he truly had eight-pack abs, his physique was undeniably excellent.

In fact, she often had erotic dreams—his presence as her partner stirred too strong a physical attraction.

It was a sexual pull rooted in genetics.

"So, want to feel it now?" Tang Song lightly brushed her hand.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting bit her lip and immediately changed the subject. "The elevator's here—hurry up. Watch out, we might run into colleagues."

At work, her relationship with Tang Song remained unspoken.

Mainly to avoid negative impressions.

After all, most companies discourage employee romances—they couldn't let their bosses set a bad example.

The elevator doors slowly closed, plunging the cramped space into silence.

Tang Song stood beside her, his gaze lingering faintly on her profile.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting seemed to sense his stare, slightly turning her head, feigning focus on the floor numbers.

An indescribable tenderness filled the air—even their breathing grew distinctly clear.

A hand suddenly rested on her waist, long, warm fingers brushing her hip.

A flutter of heart Ji made Gao Gao Gao Mengting shiver, yet she said nothing.

"Ding—" The elevator suddenly stopped at the 11th floor.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting quickly shifted aside, pretending to adjust her hair.

Moments later, several colleagues from Operations appeared at the elevator entrance.

"Tang Zong! General Gao!" "Tang Zong."

"Hello, going out?" Gao Gao Gao Mengting stood with hands at her sides, greeting them with effortless grace.

"Yeah, we're heading to see the sea."

"And grab some grilled snacks."

The elevator continued downward, finally stopping gently at the hotel's first floor.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting wore a sweet, gentle smile as she turned to step outside—when suddenly, her rear was lightly tapped.

She turned to meet Tang Song's teasing gaze.

A private, playful intimacy bloomed—under the warm lighting, Gao Gao Gao Mengting's face instantly burned hot. She couldn't help but poke him with her finger, then hurried out.

After bidding farewell to colleagues in the lobby,

Tang Song pointed in one direction. "There's a bar over there—let's grab a drink. The beach will be packed with colleagues."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting pretended not to understand. "Having colleagues around is perfect—more lively."

"Trust me, come on, local expert."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting muttered something under her breath, then reluctantly followed.

Inside the cozy, romantic lobby bar,

Dim golden light spilled over wooden tables and chairs, casting a soft ambiance.

Outside the window lay the night sea, its surface shimmering silver under the moonlight.

At this hour, the place was nearly empty.

The two chose a window-side table.

Tang Song pulled out a chair, gesturing for Gao Gao Gao Mengting to sit. "What would you like?"

"Whatever's fine—just not too strong." Gao Gao Gao Mengting glanced around, curiosity in her eyes.

She rarely visited bars or nightclubs—maximum was beer with friends.

Tang Song scanned the menu, then smiled at the nearby server. "Please bring my love a Mojito."

His voice was rich and melodic, laced with a musical cadence—exquisitely pleasing.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting's grip tightened, her eyes flitting nervously. "Hey, what are you doing? Be serious."

Since leaving Yan City, she'd clearly noticed Tang Song was more relaxed—and more aggressive.

Though she felt no resistance, even some delight, she still held back.

Tang Song smiled and ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks.

Once the server left, he turned his bright eyes to his partner. "I think I'm being perfectly serious."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting glanced away, cheeks flushed. "Then who just slapped my—ass?"

Tang Song shook his index finger seriously. "I must correct you—that was a caress, not a slap."

"You—" Gao Gao Gao Mengting stammered, kicked him under the table, her gaze tinged with playful reproach:

"Smooth talker!"

"So, want to try it?"

"No!"

Soon, the server brought the two drinks.

Tang Song pushed the Mojito toward Gao Gao Gao Mengting. "Try it—do you like it?"

Gao Gao Gao Mengting lifted the emerald cocktail, inhaling its fresh mint aroma.

She sipped—the cool liquor, faintly sweet with mint, spread instantly across her tongue.

She nodded in satisfaction. "Mm, not bad."

Tang Song raised his whiskey, lightly clinking her glass. "Cheers."

"Cheers."

The liquor swirled in the glasses.

Outside, the ocean's waves whispered, blending with the bar's soft music, creating a relaxed, joyful mood.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting's stiff posture gradually loosened; she exuded a charming languor, chatting with Tang Song about the unfinished topic from the high-speed train.

Their glances occasionally met, the air thick with subtle emotion.

Perhaps the Mojito truly suited her taste—Gao Gao Gao Mengting ordered another.

As the alcohol warmed her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes brightening further.

When they stepped out of the bar, night had grown deep.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting walked, softly humming an unknown folk tune—her voice gentle, as if speaking to herself.

The two passed through the Shangri-La Hotel, reaching the shoreline.

The sea breeze brushed lightly, carrying the chill of early autumn, stirring their hair and clothes.

Beneath their feet, fine sand sank slightly with each step, coolness rising through their soles.

Moonlight danced on the rippling sea, shimmering with the waves.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting zipped up her jacket, continuing to murmur softly.

Her voice was tender, languid—as if each word was wrapped in the night's gentleness.

One moment she envisioned the bright future of Songmei Apparel, the next she chatted with him about Pride and Prejudice and Norwegian Wood.

Her alcohol tolerance is truly poor; after walking a while, the liquor rose to her head, and she was already slightly drunk.

Her cheeks flushed with a faint red glow, and her eyes grew soft and hazy.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she stepped lightly across the soft sand, a gentle smile lingering on her lips.

Sometimes she kicked up a small handful of sand;

sometimes suddenly crouched down to draw a tiny pattern in the sand with her fingers;

sometimes bent over to pick up a seashell and told Tang Song its story;

moonlight spilled over her, outlining a soft, vivid silhouette.

Watching her in this state, Tang Song's face always carried a faint smile.

In a certain sense, this partner was a true idealist.

She carried within her a sense of innocence and Lingqi.

She harbored great passion for her career, future, love, and friendship.

She seemed like a literary young woman stepped out of a book—romantic in her idealism, yet resilient in her realism.

Anyone who interacted with her could feel this indescribable charm.

Unconsciously, the two reached the southern end of the beach.

★￠〇

Gao Gao Gao Mengting suddenly stopped walking, looked down at her feet, and tugged at his sleeve.

"Partner, I've always thought that relationships between people are like footprints on the beach. When the tide comes, the footprints are washed away, fading away. For example, my former classmates and friends—I've lost touch with most of them."

She lifted her head, meeting his eyes, her voice tinged with sadness: "How long do you think our footprints will last?"

Seeing her like this, Tang Song's heart softened, and he said seriously: "Forever."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting's face lit up with a brilliant smile, and she extended her pinky finger. "You said it—come on, pinky swear."

Tang Song reached out and gently hooked his pinky with hers. "Pinky swear."

Gao Gao Gao Mengting gently swayed their linked pinkies, her voice thick with liquor: "Pinky swear, no changing for a hundred years!"

"Alright, no changing for a hundred years."

The salty sea breeze, carrying her fragrance, filled Tang Song's nostrils.

Their gazes intertwined in the night.

Tang Song leaned forward slowly.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting didn't pull away—she simply closed her eyes gently.

Tang Song softly pressed his lips to hers, tender and delicate.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting's breath hitched slightly, returning his kiss.

Tang Song cupped her face, his fingers gently smoothing her hair, blown loose by the wind.

The sound of their lips sticking together trembled against the rhythm of the waves.

Their breathing grew rapid, lips and teeth brushing.

A heartbeat of Jidong enveloped them both.

Light met land, moon embraced the sea.

The world gradually fell silent.

Tonight's memory carried the taste of seawater.

"Ding—" The elevator slowly opened on the 19th floor.

The hallway was utterly quiet, their footsteps barely echoing on the soft carpet.

At the door, Gao Gao Gao Mengting bent down to rummage through her bag for the key card; her cheeks flushed faintly from the alcohol, her eyes hazy.

Tang Song stood behind her and suddenly whispered: "Gao Gao Mengting."

"Hmm?" Gao Gao Gao Mengting turned around drowsily, her voice lazy, already slurring slightly. "What's up?"

"I don't know how to use the hotel's kettle. Can you teach me?"

Gao Gao Gao Mengting didn't sense anything unusual. She chuckled and waved her hand. "You're so clueless. Fine, I'll teach you."

Her voice carried a hint of indulgence, like soothing a child.

The lock clicked open, and Gao Gao Gao Mengting stepped into the room.

"Peng—" Tang Song shut the door behind him. The room plunged into darkness, save for the dim light from outside the window, filtering through the curtains and casting mottled shadows on the floor.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting murmured: "It's so dark. Let's plug in the key card first to turn on the power."

Her voice was soft, slightly dazed from alcohol, yet still delicate and sensitive.

"No rush." Tang Song smiled, suddenly wrapping his arms around her soft, sensual body, his hands gently resting on her waist as he leaned down to kiss her neck.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting's body stiffened slightly, feeling the intense warmth behind her and the firmness of his abs pressed against her hips.

Her heartbeat surged; her voice trembled: "What are you doing? Don't be handsy."

Her tone held a hint of panic, yet she didn't truly struggle to pull away.

"I just want to feel your heartbeat," Tang Song said softly, his hands slowly moving upward.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting quickly grabbed his wrists, her voice barely audible: "It's already past eleven. I'm exhausted, and I have to wake up early tomorrow."

"Then just sleep here."

"No, no, I can't do that." Gao Gao Gao Mengting licked her dry lips, her heart pounding as if it might burst.

Tang Song kissed her earlobe. "Just a little bit, okay?"

In the darkness, Gao Gao Gao Mengting's face flushed red; the alcohol made her dizzy, and her hands gradually relaxed. "Fine, just a little—hurry up."

She and Tang Song had little experience with intimacy; the most extreme moment had been in the Wuling Wuling Hongguang car, after which she'd had spring dreams for a whole week.

Sensing her permission, Tang Song's long, smooth fingers gently lifted the hem of her cropped T-shirt, gliding over her soft, delicate skin.

He felt her wildly racing heartbeat.

In the silent room, Gao Gao Gao Mengting let out a startled cry.

"Tang Song! How can you go in there?!"

Tang Song whispered a reminder: "There are other colleagues on the 19th floor—they'll hear."

"You! You big pervert!" Gao Gao Gao Mengting's voice was shy and low, trembling clearly.

Tang Song breathed in the scent of her hair, deeply savoring the beauty of truth.

After a moment.

"Let go, that's enough!"

"Hey! You said just a little!"

"Are you being a cheater? How can you—ah!"

Gao Gao Gao Mengting tried to pull away, but her slight struggles only made him more aroused.

After a while, her entire body went limp. She pushed him off forcefully, breathing heavily: "You broke your promise."

In the darkness, her cheeks burned crimson from alcohol and embarrassment.

Tang Song chuckled softly: "Don't be mad. Let you feel my abs, and we're even, okay?"

"No." Gao Gao Gao Mengting gave his abdomen a light punch. "You watch the sunrise yourself tomorrow. I'm going with Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu."

Saying this, Gao Gao Gao Mengting lowered her head, opened the door, and hurried into the adjacent room.

The moment the door clicked shut, Tang Song couldn't help but laugh, savoring the memory of her touch.

Just after five in the morning.

Triggered by the bank transfer alert, Tang Song sat up on the bed.

He took a deep breath of the crisp air, feeling refreshed and cheerful.

He washed his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, then put on the team-building T-shirt, jeans, and a casual shirt.

He paused, then put on 【Tang Song's glasses】 and picked up the Hasselblad 2D mirrorless camera.

He checked the time, opened the door, and stepped out.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw his partner standing in the hallway, looking conflicted.

Same T-shirt, same jeans, same white shirt over it—she looked clean, energetic, and almost like they were wearing matching outfits.

Their eyes met. Gao Gao Gao Mengting nodded, then turned away, walking toward the elevator with her back to him.

"Sunrise is at six, but it's best to arrive thirty minutes early."

Her voice revealed no emotion, yet her steps were noticeably lighter than usual.

Tang Song smiled and strode after her.

At this hour, the sky was still dark.

Along the way, they occasionally passed colleagues who had also risen early to watch the sunrise.

Gao Gao Gao Mengting wore a warm, open smile, greeting them cheerfully—clearly in high spirits.

Tang Song followed Gao Gao Gao Mengting's steps along the wooden walkway, eventually reaching a spacious viewing platform. The sea remained shrouded in night, only the rhythmic crash of waves audible.

As the eastern horizon gradually turned pale, a sliver of dawn pierced the darkness.

Tang Song raised his camera, adjusted the angle, aimed it at Gao Gao Gao Mengting as she gazed into the distance, and called out loudly: "Look this way!"

Gao Gao Gao Mengting turned around. The first ray of sunlight fell precisely on her cheek, outlining a soft golden edge.

"Click—" The shutter clicked, freezing the moment.

The crimson sun slowly rose above the sea.

Brilliant light slashed across the vast sky, illuminating the entire world.

In an instant, heaven and sea became one.

9:00 a. m.

Yancheng, Oasis Oasis Jingyuan Community.

"Dong dong dong—" The knocking at the door sounded.

"Coming, coming!" Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang quickly set down the cloth she was wiping with and opened the door.

Immediately, a man and a woman walked in.

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang greeted warmly: "Wen Wen Pingshun, Xiao Lei, you're here!"

Wen Wen Ruan, who had been reviewing documents on the sofa, looked up and smiled: "Brother Wen Wen Pingshun, Sister-in-law."

"Zi, Wen Wen Ruan." Wen Wen Wen Pingshun and his girlfriend President Qiao Lei smiled awkwardly.

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang took President Qiao Lei's hand and chided: "Oh my, you two, just come over—why bring gifts?"

Wen Wen Wen Pingshun set the two gift boxes aside, his expression slightly embarrassed: "Nothing expensive—just some snow pears and sour jujube juice."

"Thank you, Brother and Sister-in-law." Wen Wen Ruan set down her papers, stood up, and invited them in: "Come in, don't stand by the door."

The two sat on the sofa and exchanged a few casual pleasantries.

Wen Wen Wen Pingshun pulled out an invitation and handed it over: "Wen Wen Ruan, I'm getting married to Xiao Lei soon. If you're free, come with Zi. If you're busy, don't worry about it."

"Wow, congratulations!" Wen Wen Ruan took the invitation, beaming: "Don't worry—I'll definitely be there."

Hearing this, Wen Wen Wen Pingshun and President Qiao Lei exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with excitement: "Great! Thank you so much, Wen Wen Ruan."

Wen Wen Wen Pingshun hadn't expected much—he knew Wen Wen Ruan was too busy—but his father insisted he come and ask anyway.

He never imagined it would actually work.

Nowadays, Wen Wen Ruan's status in the entire family was unmatched—she was president of a major company and owner of a printing factory. Her presence would elevate the wedding banquet immensely.

Wen Wen Ruan flipped open the invitation and frowned: "Why choose this venue? I thought Taihui's banquet hall wasn't very big?"

Wen Wen Wen Pingshun looked slightly ashamed: "Our wedding day is a lucky date and a holiday—so many couples are getting married. Good hotels were booked six months in advance."

President Qiao Lei added softly: "Mainly because we rushed things—we weren't prepared."

They hadn't planned to marry so soon, especially since Wen Wen Wen Pingshun had lost his job before.

But now that Wen Wen Ruan took over the printing factory and upgraded it, Wen Wen Wen Pingshun, as a college graduate, switched to a technical position—and his salary jumped significantly.

He now had a stable, well-paying job, and his girlfriend's family had finally accepted him.

But because of the rush, they couldn't find a suitable hotel.

Wen Wen Ruan thought for a moment and said: "Shall I help you find one?"

President Qiao Lei's face lit up with surprise: "Really?"

After all, this was the most important day of her life—if she could, she naturally wanted a better venue.

"Of course," Wen Wen Ruan said casually: "Lanfeng International Hotel has a reserved banquet hall—I'll just make a call."

"Oh," Wen Wen Wen Pingshun and President Qiao Lei exchanged glances, blushing: "Isn't that a bit expensive?"

They'd never imagined holding their wedding at such a luxury five-star hotel—and the prices they'd seen online were clearly beyond their means.

Wen Wen Ruan shook her head: "Don't worry about the price—it'll be well within your budget."

Wen Wen Wen Pingshun stammered: "This—this is too much trouble for you. Actually, Taihui Hotel is fine—we're perfectly okay with it."

President Qiao Lei opened her mouth but said nothing.

When money was involved, things often became awkward.

They didn't want Wen Wen Ruan to owe anyone a favor on their behalf.

Seeing their hesitation, Wen Wen Ruan smiled faintly, her tone playful: "You probably don't know—my boyfriend owns Lanfeng International Hotel."

"Ah!" Wen Wen Wen Pingshun and President Qiao Lei froze, stunned.

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang, hearing this for the first time, was also startled, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

As a local, she knew Lanfeng International Hotel well—but she never imagined it belonged to her own daughter's boyfriend.

"So," Wen Wen Ruan smiled warmly, "you don't need to worry about the price at all. Consider it a wedding gift from me and Tang Song."

Wen Wen Wen Pingshun stared, speechless, then finally snapped out of it and waved his hands frantically: "This is too valuable! We—really—"

3

Wen Wen Ruan waved her hand carelessly: "Don't refuse. It's no trouble at all for me. By the way, have you taken your wedding photos yet? Our company has a partnered photography studio—top-tier results. I'll just mention it."

Wen Wen Wen Pingshun looked at his familiar cousin, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He suddenly realized what it meant to have such a "powerful" relative.

No wonder the elders in the family treated Wen Wen Ruan with such reverence and flattery.

After seeing off Wen Wen Wen Pingshun and President Qiao Lei, who thanked her endlessly, Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang slammed the door shut.

Grabbing her daughter's hand, she beamed: "Oh my goodness! Softy, is Lanfeng International Hotel really Tang Song's? Why didn't you ever tell me?"

Wen Wen Ruan, tidying up the cups on the table, shrugged, a faintly exasperated yet amused smile on her lips: "Saying it out loud feels like bragging. Besides, there's no need to announce it to everyone."

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang glared at her: "You're just too modest. Such a huge thing—you didn't even tell your own mother! If Wen Wen Pingshun hadn't come today, I'd still be in the dark!"

Wen Wen Ruan chuckled softly but said nothing, carrying the empty cups into the kitchen.

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang suddenly remembered something, her eyes brightening as she followed her to the kitchen door: "By the way, Softy, your grandma's birthday is coming up—can you arrange something? Pick a nice place, let's all have a big family dinner."

Wen Wen Ruan poked her head out of the kitchen, glanced at her mother, and said lightly: "Mom, don't worry—these are small things. No need to mention them. I'll take care of it in advance."

She had quietly become the family's "head," the one who truly made decisions on both sides of the relatives.

Many matters were now brought to her for approval.

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang nodded happily, then rattled off a few more reminders. Wen Wen Ruan checked the time: "I have to go out. I won't be home for lunch."

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Guixiang nodded in satisfaction and went on to give a few more repeated reminders; Wen Wen Ruan checked the time and said, "I have something to attend to, so I won't be home for lunch."

Wen Wen Ruan stood up, gathered her things, and pulled on a light-colored blazer from the wardrobe.

She took the elevator straight to B2.

Slid into the driver's seat, started the engine.

With a deep, powerful roar, the black Audi RS6 slowly pulled out of the underground parking lot.

Sunlight streamed through the windshield, illuminating her slightly solemn yet still alluring profile.

Twenty minutes later, the car pulled to a steady stop outside the TC Private Club.

Located in a secluded area beyond Yancheng's eastern ring road, the entrance bore no prominent sign—only a brass plaque engraved with "TC" embedded in black marble.

The entire building appeared unassuming, yet radiated an indescribable aura of luxury.

Wen Wen Ruan stepped out and stood still, studying the structure before her.

Her gaze flickered with thought—Sister Sister Shangguan Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya had invited her here for a spa and meal, without explaining why, leaving her with a quiet unease.

After all, the woman was Assistant to Jin Dongshi—a true business titan, standing atop the global pyramid.

Merely hearing her name brought immense pressure and impact.

She couldn't even imagine what would happen if Jin Dongshi truly had that kind of relationship with Tang Song.

How would she ever face her in the future?

Would she force Wen Wen Ruan to leave Tang Song?

Surely she couldn't really do what Su Yu suggested—just overpower her with brute strength?

e=('。*))) Sigh. Life is hard, Zhuangzhuang sighed.

At first, when she went on blind dates, she just wanted to find a man who matched her tastes and preferences, then settle down and marry quietly.

Who knew it would lead here?

She walked through the club's entrance.

A faint aroma of incense filled the air, instantly calming her.

After announcing her name, the impeccably elegant club manager immediately approached, bowing with polished respect: "Ms. Wen, please follow me."

She stepped aside, gesturing with a graceful motion.

Through a tastefully decorated corridor, a grand, opulent hall appeared—serene and exuding high-end refinement.

To Wen Wen Ruan's surprise, she seemed to be the only guest.

After entering the private suite,

a female technician bowed with a smile and whispered: "Ms. Wen, hello. I'm Xiao Li, your therapist today. Please change into your robe—I'll take you to the SPA room. Your friend is waiting inside."

"Alright." Wen Wen Ruan nodded, took the pure white SPA robe and disposable slippers from Xiao Li, and entered the spacious changing room.

The changing room was exquisitely arranged—wooden cabinets emitted a natural, soothing fragrance; every detail radiated elegance and care.

She stripped off her clothes, slipped into the soft, skin-friendly robe, adjusted her appearance in the mirror, and took a deep breath to center herself.

After changing, Xiao Li led her through another door into a private, standalone SPA room.

The room was spacious, lavishly decorated, and fully equipped.

In the corner, a scented candle burned, its smoke curling gently—calm and comforting.

"Ms. Wen, your friend is inside," Xiao Li whispered, her tone brimming with deep respect.

The room was very spacious, its interior luxuriously furnished, with all amenities fully provided.

Wen Wen Ruan paused, faintly hearing soft movement from within.

Around a carved lattice screen, a figure came into view.

She was wrapped in a snow-white robe, lounging lazily on a large reclining chair.

Before her stood a beautiful technician, carefully massaging her legs.

Around a latticed carved screen, a figure faintly came into view.

She was wrapped in a snowy white bathrobe, lounging lazily on a large reclining chair.

Before her sat a beautiful female technician, carefully giving her a leg massage.

Her brown hair was loosely tied at the back, revealing a long, elegant neck, her skin as smooth and delicate as congealed fat, glowing faintly under the soft light.

Isn't this Sister Sister Shangguan Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya?

A flicker of confusion passed through Wen Wen Ruan's eyes.

She took a few more steps forward, circling around the carved screen, and the full figure appeared before her.

Her skin was snow-white and smooth, her figure graceful and supple, her demeanor gentle and exquisite.

Even in this relaxed state, she radiated an undeniable air of nobility.

That innate dignity and elegance enveloped the entire room in her aura.

Wen Wen Ruan involuntarily held her breath, her mind going utterly blank.