Chapter 488

"Tap, tap, tap—"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet underground parking garage.

Dim lights illuminated the empty space, with only the faint red glow of surveillance cameras flickering in the distance.

Wearing sunglasses and a face mask, Bei Yuwei walked with elegant poise toward a Toyota Alphard.

The car door slid open smoothly to the side.

Bei Yuwei quickly sat inside.

With a "snap," the car door shut tight, sealing off all sound from the outside world.

"Yuwei! You're finally back!" Assistant Xiao Tao looked at her nervously, speaking rapidly, "Are you okay? Sister Bing said we must return to the Wushan International Hotel before 11 o'clock, otherwise we might be discovered by people with ulterior motives."

Bei Yuwei shook her head and let out a long breath. Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and her face beneath the mask was flushed and burning, as if she had just stepped out of a steamer.

Her mind was filled with the scenes that had just unfolded in the suite.

Especially the moment when the bathrobe opened, revealing those hard, defined eight-pack abs, the subtle mermaid line, and the fluid muscle definition fully presented before her eyes; the impact of desire and attraction stemming from the genetic level left her almost unable to control herself.

Coming from a talent show background, although she was only 20, she had already been in the entertainment industry for over three years.

Even if she hadn't eaten pork, she had seen pigs run.

For today, she had done a long time of psychological and "tactical" preparation, and had even watched many small films to hone her technique.

However, imagination and actual practice were two completely different things.

Awkwardness and clumsiness intertwined, gentleness and roughness collided.

The more critical issue was that Tang Song's stamina was truly a bit too long.

In the end, she had a flash of inspiration, did a bit of live cosplay as Jin Dongshi, and spat out some trash talk, which finally got the job done.

It seemed Tang Song was truly obsessed with Jin Dongshi.

The car started slowly and drove out of the underground parking garage.

Neon lights spilled in through the car window, casting mottled light and shadows on Bei Yuwei's face.

Assistant Xiao Tao looked at her artist and asked curiously, "Yuwei, why is your hair wet?"

"It's nothing, I spilled some milk and did a quick wash," Bei Yuwei's voice was a bit dry, and her lips beneath the mask still couldn't stop trembling slightly.

Hearing this, Xiao Tao leaned in and sniffed, puzzled, "Why is there a strange smell? It's like..."

Her tone dragged on, and after thinking for a moment, her expression changed drastically, "Yuwei, you—"

Bei Yuwei said weakly, "Give me the perfume."

It was her first time doing this kind of thing, and she really hadn't expected Tang Song to be so intense; it was much more exaggerated than in the short videos.

Even now, a scent still lingered on her body.

Xiao Tao hurriedly opened her backpack, took out a bottle of perfume, and handed it over.

Bei Yuwei took it and sprayed some on her hair, chest, and face, trying to completely cover up the scent.

However, this aura was already deeply engraved in her mind, as if Tang Song had left an invisible seal deep within her soul.

She probably wouldn't forget it for the rest of her life.

"Yuwei," Xiao Tao's eyes shimmered with faint tears as she whispered, "Is doing this really worth it? Actually, your popularity is already very high, and you have plenty of acting offers. If you take more commercial performances and endorsements, it's enough to live very well."

Bei Yuwei pursed her lips, "You don't understand. Once you've enjoyed a life of being high above, shining like the stars, you can never go back. You will always be afraid of losing it all."

She was a standard traffic star, relying on her looks, figure, and highly compatible roles to explode in popularity in a short time.

And traffic was a double-edged sword; it could make her, and it could destroy her.

Competition, scandals, rumors, unspoken rules, and so on—without a backer, it was very difficult for her to maintain the status quo.

For example, in this *First Mist of the Snowy Night* crew, a single Li Ruixi could suppress her and even stir up trouble online, plunging her into a public opinion crisis.

She glanced at Xiao Tao beside her, who looked heartbroken.

Bei Yuwei's eyes curved, and she leaned into her ear, saying in a light tone, "However, the person I met tonight is the boy I like. To be precise, I was the proactive one; he was the one forced by me."

After saying this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

Xiao Tao had been with her since she first debuted. Although she was an inexperienced little assistant, their relationship was beyond reproach.

Last year, her management contract was sold to Tang Zong Entertainment, and the two were separated.

This year, after she became a hit with *Leisurely Listening to the Falling Rain*, she finally had the confidence, and the first request she made to the company was to make Xiao Tao her assistant again.

Because she was absolutely sincere and loyal to her, she didn't have to worry about being backstabbed one day while completely off guard.

As her closest friend, there were many things she didn't intend to hide from her.

Even in the future, when she went to date and sleep with Tang Song, she would definitely need Xiao Tao's help to cover for her.

Xiao Tao let out a low cry, widened her eyes, and said, "This—isn't this what the company leadership told you to do to accompany him?"

According to Bei Yuwei's previous explanation, it was arranged personally by the board-level leadership of the company; she couldn't refuse, and Sister Bing couldn't refuse either.

"Yes, but it's just such a coincidence that he is the person I like."

Hearing this, Xiao Tao's eyes instantly burst with brilliance, "That's great!"

Bei Yuwei nodded and handed her the room card for the Shangri-La in her pocket, "Go check out after 10 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"I know, don't worry, I'll arrange it well. You just focus on filming."

Bei Yuwei smiled, leaned lazily against the back of the seat, and watched the city neon lights flying backward outside the window, her gaze flickering slightly.

As a result of the previous photo scandal, she successfully gained the attention of Su Yu.

But the result was not as smooth as she had imagined; her subsequent filming was all called off, and once the play here ended, she would have to go to Modu to meet Su Yu.

She was particularly terrified in her heart, and she hadn't been in the right state for filming these past few days.

She knew clearly that her relationship with Tang Song was ultimately just something she fabricated; if it wasn't solidified, it would explode sooner or later.

Thinking of this, a trace of strangeness and confusion flashed in her eyes.

At noon today, Su Yu's life assistant, Cheng Xiaoxi, personally called her to inform her about Tang Song's presence at the Wushan Shangri-La Hotel.

She was told to contact him and try to tell him in as much detail as possible about the situation of the *Parallel Dawn* crew and Su Yu's itinerary.

Otherwise, as a small artist who had just become popular, how could she possibly know so much about the big boss Su Yu?

Additionally, before hanging up, Cheng Xiaoxi intentionally or unintentionally reminded her that Tang Song was very obsessed with Jin Dongshi of Smile Holdings, and suggested she change into Jin Dongshi's outfit to see how he reacted during the contact process.

Combined with today's sudden trending search "Jin-Su CP," all of this left her completely confused.

She couldn't figure out if it was really Su Yu's intention, and if it was, what deep meaning did she have?

However, regarding Su Yu, she didn't dare to guess wildly; she just tried her best to carry out the plan she had always had.

Successfully establish an intimate lover relationship with Tang Song.

He was young, handsome, and had a gentle temper; he was a shareholder of Tang Zong Entertainment, had an excellent relationship with President Mo Xiang Wan, and was also very close to Su Yu.

If she was destined to sacrifice herself for art in the future, then why couldn't it be him?

She was still young and still longed for a beautiful love.

That was why she let Tang Song praise her and let Tang Song say he "liked her."

Recalling the scenes of the past: the Songmei Apparel livestream, the chance encounter at Shenzhen Bay No. 1, the light kiss, the flirtation at the banquet, the reunion in Wushan, the deep contact in the Shangri-La suite—in these terms, they should also be considered to have gone through a process of falling in love, right?

Knowing each other, meeting, understanding, and liking each other.

Although it was very short.

Taking a deep breath, Bei Yuwei picked up her phone and dialed Cheng Xiaoxi's number, her sweet voice ringing out in the car.

"Hello? Sister Xiaoxi, this is Bei Yuwei."

"Yes, yes, I have already done everything you said."

"Uh—he was indeed very excited; it could be seen that he likes Jin Dongshi very much."

"I know, once the filming here is over, I will go to Modu immediately."

"Bye-bye."

Outside the window, the city neon lights were flying backward rapidly.

Bei Yuwei hung up the phone, starlight flickering in her eyes, and a faint smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

Tang Song, Tang Song, you haven't completely obtained me yet, so you must keep me in mind!

Once I am in front of Miss Su Yu, you will be my greatest reliance!

September 25, 2023, Monday, cloudy, 16~26°C.

Early morning, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes, her consciousness gradually becoming clear, but there was still a hint of fatigue between her brows.

She had suffered from insomnia again last night, but it wasn't because of fear or nervousness, but because of Tang Song.

She didn't know why, but as long as she closed her eyes, the image of Tang Song holding her would appear in her mind; that sense of security and palpitation left her unable to calm down for a long time.

Of course, there was also a benefit, which was that she didn't have any nightmares at night.

It was even more effective than listening to Su Yu's songs.

The sound of the ocean surging came faintly from outside the window. She simply sat up, her orange-brown long hair draped over her shoulders, messy and lazy strands brushing across her snow-white, delicate chest, carrying a hint of sexy allure.

Reaching out to rub her temples, her gaze inadvertently swept toward the phone screen on the bedside table; the time showed 5:50.

Seemingly thinking of something, she suddenly threw off the quilt and got out of bed, quickly washed up, put on a set of autumn casual clothes, and stood quietly at the door, listening to the movement outside.

When eating barbecue yesterday, Tang Song said that there was donkey meat fire-baked bread in the breakfast shop next to the food stall, and he wanted to try it this morning.

She stood there for more than ten minutes, and a sound of opening a door rang out outside.

Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly leaned toward the peephole, staring tightly at the corridor.

Immediately after, a young couple walked past her line of sight.

Sighing, she bit her lip hard and took a step back.

Cheng Qiuqiu, what are you thinking about again?

You already made it so clear yesterday: frigid, don't want intimate contact with him.

Tang Song will definitely feel annoyed with you; he definitely won't come to approach you again.

Just thinking wildly like this.

The sound of opening a door came again from outside.

Her mind was still struggling, but her footsteps had already moved to the door, and she looked at the peephole again.

Immediately after, a handsome face appeared in the center of her line of sight, those black and white eyes looking at her through the peephole without blinking.

Cheng Qiuqiu instantly clenched her hands, looking straight at him.

"Boom, boom, boom—" The sound of her heartbeat resounded in her ears.

Is he going to knock on the door? Is he here to call me for breakfast? Should I pretend to go out and walk out proactively?

Just as she was incomparably conflicted.

Footsteps sounded, Tang Song turned around and disappeared from her line of sight.

A sense of unspeakable loss and panic instantly surged in Cheng Qiuqiu's heart.

"Click—" The door handle was pressed down hard, and her figure appeared in the corridor.

She looked anxiously toward the direction of the elevator.

There was no sign of Tang Song.

How could this be? Was it just a hallucination?

Just at this moment.

A voice with a smile came from the side and behind: "Qiuqiu, what a coincidence, are you going out too?"

Cheng Qiuqiu turned around and saw Tang Song leaning against the wall next to the door, looking at her with a smile.

"Ah!" She let out a low cry and hurriedly lowered her head, "Mr. Tang, good morning, I—I am going out to eat."

Tang Song took a step forward and waved at her, "Let's go, then let's go together."

Cheng Qiuqiu gave a light "um," quickly followed to his side and behind, her hands subconsciously tucked into her pockets.

The early morning sea breeze carried a hint of chill.

The two walked slowly, not saying anything, just silently stepping on the road, appreciating the surrounding scenery.

Breakfast was very simple: freshly baked donkey meat fire-baked bread, paired with millet porridge and pickled vegetables. Tang Song finished three of the breads in one go and ate to his heart's content.

Looking at Qiuqiu opposite him who looked cold and aloof, he said, "We are going back to Yancheng this afternoon. Have you had fun these past few days?"

"Happy," Cheng Qiuqiu said, then added, "Very happy."

Enthusiastic and friendly colleagues, a harmonious and relaxed atmosphere, and Tang Song and the senior sister.

For her, this trip to Wushan was an unprecedented relaxation.

Tang Song smiled and said, "That's good. Once we go back, we have to start working hard. Our brand department will be very busy next."

The shareholders' meeting of Huashang Apparel was about to be held, and assistant Lin Mu had already obtained the meeting materials.

This also meant that he would officially become the chairman of Huashang Apparel.

The cooperation between Huashang & Songmei could be pushed forward at high speed.

Plus the second reunion of He Yiyi and Bei Yuwei, the popularity exploded again.

It could be said that once the October 1st holiday ended, Songmei Apparel would become very busy.

"It doesn't matter, it's good to be busy," Cheng Qiuqiu looked up at Tang Song, "I will work hard on the design drafts and make high-quality works that meet the requirements as soon as possible."

Tang Song encouraged, "Come on, I believe in you."

"Um," Cheng Qiuqiu looked up at him, a trace of darkness flashing in her gaze.

Leaving this time, she probably wouldn't have another chance to be alone with him, let alone live next door and occasionally drink and eat barbecue together.

5:30 PM, Yancheng Railway Station.

In the sunset glow, accompanied by the light sound of brakes and the noise of passengers, the high-speed train slowly stopped at the platform, and everyone walked out of the carriage one after another.

Saying goodbye to colleagues.

Tang Song and Cheng Qiuqiu followed Liu Jiayi through the bustling crowd and took the elevator down to the underground parking garage.

Under the cold white light, a solemn Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked quietly there, its pitch-black body exuding a low-key and solemn luster.

The three of them got into the car first.

Soon, accompanied by the roar of the engine, the Rolls-Royce Phantom drove steadily out of the underground parking garage.

It soon arrived at the Yanjing Tiancheng residential area not far away.

Tang Song got out of the car, waved goodbye to the two, and strode toward the elevator room.

For him, the most urgent thing at this moment was to go home.

Although he knew that Jin Mi Shu must have left here by now, he wanted to see if she had left anything behind.

Even if it was just a note or a pair of silk stockings.

"Ding—" The elevator stopped steadily at the 20th floor.

Tang Song carried his suitcase and strode to the armored door.

Pushing open the door, the familiar entrance came into view.

Indeed, right at the most prominent position of the entrance cabinet, a delicate pink sticky note was pasted.

On it was a piece of beautiful handwriting:

"I have already prepared dinner and put it in the refrigerator; just heat it up. Remember to eat on time. Also, I hope Mr. Tang takes care of his health and doesn't overwork."

On the two words "overwork," she had deliberately bolded them a bit, making Tang Song look extremely embarrassed.

Smiling and muttering a few words to himself, Tang Song strode toward the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator.

Inside were neatly arranged several carefully prepared dishes: steamed East Star grouper, black truffle garlic broccoli, and a portion of matsutake chicken soup.

Each dish was packed in a transparent fresh-keeping box and labeled with the heating time and precautions.

Tang Song took out one of the boxes and smelled it; he could still smell the faint perfume on it.

The faint tea fragrance, mixed with this gentle floral fragrance, was as refreshing as the air in the early morning of an autumn day with thin mist.

It was very clear that these were all made by Jin Mi Shu herself.

In his impression, Jin Mi Shu seemed to have never cooked before; he didn't know when she had learned it.

After looking for a while, Tang Song closed the refrigerator door.

After walking around the living room and study, he walked into the master bedroom.

The familiar and unique fragrance rushed toward him, making him feel happy.

The bed was folded neatly, and on the bedside table, besides her photo, there was also a closed book.

*The Interpretation of Dreams*

It was exactly the same as the book she was holding in the photo.

Tang Song picked up the book and flipped through it for a while, then put it down gently, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He really wanted to see her, kiss her in the real world, hug her, and possess her.

Jin Mi Shu was to him both an emotional sustenance and a beautiful fantasy.

On her, there was everything he liked; she was the most perfect and ideal person selected by the system.

Her existence was constantly reminding him not to be lazy and not to stop.

After being dazed for a while, Tang Song walked straight to the kitchen.

He heated up the dinner Jin Mi Shu had made herself and ate it all up seriously.

After tidying up his things, he changed into slippers.

He stood on the balcony and sang songs for a while while holding her.

His mood gradually calmed down.

He walked into the master bedroom cloakroom.

Just as he was about to change his clothes, his gaze suddenly froze.

In the center of the wardrobe that was originally full of shirts, there were now three sets of completely different styles of—erotic clothing?

The first set was made of dark purple velvet material, with an overall luxurious and cold style, and tiny rhinestones embedded in the key areas.

The second set was fire-red satin lingerie; to be precise, it was "bondage props," with red satin straps intertwined into complex patterns, which both displayed sexiness and revealed a strong sense of control.

The third set was black lace, with an extremely delicate design. The lace pattern was delicate and complex, with large areas of transparent cutouts, and it also came with a jacquard open-crotch bodysuit.

Looking at these three sets of erotic clothing and breathing in the strong, fragrant scent on them, Tang Song's heartbeat accelerated instantly.

This was the erotic clothing Jin Mi Shu had worn.

It was unimaginable that someone like her would actually be willing to wear this kind of clothing to please a man.

Holy crap! Jin Mi Shu, you really understand contrast!

If she went out to a meeting wearing this kind of clothing inside, that would really be—thinking about it, Tang Song's face turned red.

Looking at the time.

Tang Song picked up his phone and dialed Zhao Yaqian's number directly, "Hello, Qian Qian."

"Brother Song, I'm here," the lively and cute voice of the beautician came from the receiver, "You're back in Yancheng, right? I miss you so much, I was just hesitating whether to call you or not."

Tang Song's tone was a bit low, "What are you doing now?"

Hearing that something was wrong with Tang Song, Zhao Yaqian immediately became nervous, "I'm eating at a restaurant with Seeing Xiao Xue, what's wrong, Brother Song? Is there something?"

"Seeing Xiao Xue is there too?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows, "I miss you, why don't you come to Yanjing Tiancheng to find me now?"

"Oh, oh! Okay, Brother Song! I'll be there right away," Zhao Yaqian's voice instantly became cheerful and surprised.

Tang Song pondered for a moment and added shamelessly, "By the way, call Seeing Xiao Xue along too; you guys probably haven't eaten enough yet, so come over here and have some more."

"Ah!" Zhao Yaqian let out a low cry and said shyly in a small voice, "Okay—okay, we'll be there right away."

Xingyue City.

Hanging up the phone, she looked at Seeing Xiao Xue opposite her who looked puzzled, and Zhao Yaqian leaned into her ear and whispered what had happened.

A layer of excited blush instantly appeared on Lin Empress Mu Xue's delicate face, and her thighs rubbed gently.

They had originally thought that Tang Song had just returned to Yancheng and must be quite tired, and there were others to accompany, so they didn't dare to call and ask.

They didn't expect him to call them over directly, and so impatiently.

It was conceivable that the next battle would be unprecedented.

The two finished paying the bill and took the elevator directly downstairs.

In less than ten minutes, the Porsche 911 arrived smoothly at Yanjing Tiancheng.

Entering the password, they pulled open the heavy armored door.

The two changed into slippers familiarly and walked into the master bedroom.

Looking around, they didn't see Tang Song's figure.

"Brother Song is taking a shower," Zhao Yaqian had sharp ears and vaguely heard the sound coming from the bathroom direction.

Lin Empress Mu Xue whispered, "I'll go change my clothes first."

She was at work normally today and was wearing a Prada women's suit skirt; this set of clothes was just bought and was quite expensive.

It wouldn't do if it got torn.

More importantly... it wasn't tempting enough.

Walking into the cloakroom, she nimbly took off the suit skirt and picked out one of Tang Song's casual shirts from the cloakroom to put on.

The wide hem just covered the base of her thighs, and the looming curves outlined a tempting silhouette in the mirror.

She messed up her long hair in front of the mirror again, letting the strands hang down lazily, adding a bit of messy sexiness.

As a woman who had mixed in the socialite circle, she, Seeing Xiao Xue, had learned plenty of tricks; she knew too well how to create "inadvertent" temptation.

Walking out of the cloakroom.

Lin Empress Mu Xue's gaze looked straight at the beautician who was playing with her phone by the bed.

Thinking of the "Emperor Su" and "Jin the Ominous" hanging over their heads.

She gritted her teeth, walked straight to Zhao Yaqian's side, leaned into her ear, and whispered, "Qian Qian, do you think we should try it tonight?"

"Try what?"

"It's that thing we discussed last night, the combo skill."

"Ah?!" Zhao Yaqian's face turned deathly red instantly, and she said weakly, "This—this isn't good, right? Let's wait for a chance and ask Brother Song for his opinion first."

Lin Empress Mu Xue blinked and suddenly kissed her on the face, giving Zhao Yaqian a start.

"Ya!" Zhao Yaqian shuddered like a frightened rabbit.

"Su Yu and Jin Dongshi have already formed a CP, maybe Brother Song likes this?" Lin Empress Mu Xue chuckled, "Should we also form a 'Qian-Xue CP' and verify it? Increase our competitiveness; don't you want to spend more time with Tang Song?"

Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "Okay."

The appearance of Jin Meixiao actually didn't affect her much, and she didn't feel much.

But Seeing Xiao Xue was like seeing "Cthulhu," so scared that she hadn't recovered even now.

Since they couldn't compete head-on, then... take some crooked paths?

For the sake of her good best friend, and also to get more of Tang Song's love, try it if you want to try it!

"Click—" The bathroom door was pushed open.

Tang Song walked out wiping his wet hair and saw the women's suit skirt folded in the corner at a glance.

It seemed Seeing Xiao Xue and Qian Qian had arrived.

The desire that had already been stirred up by Jin Mi Shu now surged like a wildfire.

Casually throwing on a bathrobe, he walked out of the cloakroom.

In the bedroom, the main light had been turned off, and only the soft ambient light was on, shrouding the entire space in warmth.

The next second, Tang Song's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

By the bed in the bedroom, there were two figures tangled together.

Long, smooth legs were intertwined like vines, glowing with a moist luster in the soft light.

Hearing the approaching footsteps.

The two stopped their movements at the same time and looked over here.

The moment their gazes met, Lin Empress Mu Xue licked her lips at him, a charming smile curling at the corners of her lips.

Under the warm light, the whole scene was filled with a lazy and charming atmosphere, with fragmented sounds spilling from their lips and teeth.

"Boom—"

?

Tang Song's throat rolled up and down, and his blood boiled instantly.

WTF, who can withstand this?!

Tang Song's eyes were red, and he strode forward.

The exclamation was swallowed up completely.