Chapter 493

Lin Jin Tower, Jinxiu Commerce and Trade.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone screen lit up; Supervisor Tian Jing glanced at it, a faint smile curling at her lips.

【Sister Sister Qingqing: "I was just driving and didn't have time to reply. Xiao Jing, I don't want anyone else to see these private cosplay photos."】

Supervisor Tian Jing's smile deepened; her fingers flew across the screen as she replied: "Then come over and visit me? Let's talk about this in person."

【Sister Sister Qingqing: "Alright, see you later. I'm going to fill up the car first—I'll let you know when I arrive."】

After closing the chat interface, Supervisor Tian Jing tidied up the documents on her desk, picked up a milk tea, and took a sip, her mood as cheerful as a cat basking in the sun.

All procedures would be completed before Mid-Autumn Festival, and now she had completely checked out—fully immersed in her genuine "long vacation Normal Mode."

For the next eight days off, she had already planned a trip abroad with her best friends, savoring this rare moment of relaxation.

Since joining Jinxiu Commerce and Trade, she hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

The only small regret was that Tang Song couldn't accompany her—but the thought of remotely "communicating" via video

made her eyes sparkle with delight.

Especially when Tang Song scolded her in that commanding, stern tone—it sent her heart racing, more thrilling than face-to-face interactions.

She drifted deeper into these daydreams.

Just as she was lost in thought, "Ding dong—" a DingTalk message popped up.

【HRD-Shi Zhao Qiuli: "Xiao Jing, regarding your report on Du Du Du Shaokai's fraudulent reimbursement claims, absenteeism, and tardiness,

I've verified it with colleagues from Finance. The allegations are confirmed. We've already spoken with his supervisor,

and tomorrow he will receive formal written notice terminating his employment contract."】

Seeing this message, Supervisor Tian Jing beamed and replied: "Got it, thank you, Shi Zong! Jinxiu Commerce and Trade is currently in a phase of explosive growth—I just can't stand people dragging it down."

She had long investigated every detail of the tangled relationship between Tang Song and Du Du Du Shaokai within the company.

Once she left, there was no telling when he might use his family connections to get promoted to head of the telesales platform team again.

Songmei Apparel is currently on an upward trajectory, and Du Du Du Shaokai is a hidden thorn in its side.

He might cause trouble for Tang Song at any moment in the future.

She wasn't as magnanimous as her boyfriend.

If she knew trouble might come later, she'd naturally deal with it early.

As head of compensation, she oversaw the company's salary structure, performance evaluations, and employee conduct monitoring—making her especially sensitive to hidden irregularities.

She had put considerable effort into making this day happen.

She even deliberately told colleagues to let Du Du Du Shaokai skip check-ins and gave his reimbursement forms unusually lenient approval.

As expected, Du Du Du Shaokai grew increasingly reckless.

Now that she was about to resign, it was time to pull out this thorn.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

【Sister Sister Qingqing: "I'm downstairs. Waiting for you by the curb."】

Seeing the message, Supervisor Tian Jing's lips curved into a sly smile as she swiftly replied: "Received."

She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs.

A few minutes later.

She immediately spotted the crimson Aston Martin DB11 parked by the roadside.

Arriving beside the car.

The passenger window rolled down, revealing Xu Qing's deliberately composed face.

"Wow, Sister Sister Qingqing boss, your car is so cool!" Xiao Jing exclaimed with genuine admiration, then opened the passenger door and slid in gracefully.

Hearing the compliment, Xu Qing's dark eyes flickered, and she couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride. "Hmm, it's alright, I guess."

Though she spoke modestly, her heart was bursting with joy.

She knew Xiao Jing's car was just an Audi A5—neither in price nor prestige could it match her DB11.

At least on this front, she had firmly outclassed her.

"By the way, Xiao Jing, where are we eating?" Xu Qing tried to shift the topic away from the car. "Come to my place," Xiao Jing tilted her head slightly, her face glowing with a sweet smile. "I've already asked the nanny to prepare dinner—plenty of your favorites: wagyu beef and lobster."

Xu Qing's lips twitched as she replied dryly: "Alright then, thanks for the trouble."

She truly didn't want much contact with Xiao Jing.

What if Xiao Jing found out she was also Tang Song's girlfriend?

Given the plans Xiao Jing had hinted at on WeChat, she might actually try some kind of three-person game.

Thinking of Xiao Jing's twisted desires and the increasingly perverse scenes of Tang Song being "trained," Xu Qing shuddered.

The car slowly merged onto the main road; the two fell into temporary silence.

Xiao Jing gazed casually out the window, occasionally glancing at Xu Qing's tense expression, a faint, barely noticeable smile flickering in her eyes.

She actually liked this "Sister Sister Qingqing boss" quite a bit.

They met through a WeChat group.

She had once admired Xu Qing's persona: an elite lawyer entangled in a passionate, dramatic romance with her domineering boyfriend.

When she first started working, she'd often ask Xu Qing for advice online.

Even her first solo conversation with Tang Song had been guided by Xu Qing's suggestions.

She never imagined they'd cross paths in real life—and that the boyfriend in the story she'd been following was none other than Tang Song, the male second lead.

A fated encounter—pure anime plot material.

It instantly struck her deepest kink!

Xu Qing drove cautiously, stopping and starting, and nearly twenty minutes later, the car pulled into a parking spot outside Yanjing Yanjing Yanjing Huating.

They got out.

"Pop!" Xiao Jing casually slammed the car door shut.

Xu Qing's heart leapt; her eyes nearly turned red: "Xiao Jing, be gentle when you close the door!"

This was her brand-new car!

"Oh, sorry, I messed up," Xiao Jing stuck out her tongue, stepped forward, and wrapped her arms around Xu Qing's, biting her lip softly: "Can you punish me later, Sister Sister Qingqing boss?"

"Ah!" Xu Qing gasped, quickly pulling away, her face flushed: "What are you talking about? I'm not like that!"

On WeChat, she had already described in detail how Tang Song punished her.

"Hehe," Xiao Jing giggled mischievously. "Alright, I was just kidding. Let's go."

They entered the spacious, bright, open-plan apartment.

Xu Qing's eyes curiously scanned Xiao Jing's home.

The space was enormous, lavishly yet tastefully decorated—modern yet cozy.

"Let's go wash our hands first, then head straight to the dining room—the nanny has already prepared dinner."

Xiao Jing waved cheerfully, her tone light and affectionate.

Xu Qing nodded obediently, following her through the hallway to the dining room.

At the center stood a long, solid wood dining table, laden with exquisite dishes.

Pan-seared wagyu, garlic-steamed lobster, stir-fried seasonal greens, and several other high-end appetizers.

As a true foodie, Xu Qing's eyes lit up, her throat bobbed, and saliva nearly dripped.

"Try them," Xiao Jing smiled, handing her a pair of chopsticks.

Xu Qing reached out, took the chopsticks, and began eating.

As they ate, Xiao Jing chattered nonstop about the anime she'd been watching and her food discoveries, while Xu Qing only occasionally murmured in agreement.

To avoid revealing her secret, her current persona was a cold, quiet, aloof beauty.

The more she spoke, the more likely she was to slip up.

Bottom line: say as little as possible!

After finishing the lavish dinner, Xu Qing rubbed her belly contentedly, her gaze toward Xiao Jing softening slightly.

After a pause, she cleared her throat, sat up straight, and said: "Xiao Jing, you know I work in law—I'm very protective of private information and don't want my personal details posted online."

Xiao Jing didn't answer immediately; instead, she blinked innocently, smiling sweetly at Xu Qing.

Xu Qing's eye twitched, but she pressed on: "So, I'd like you not to post that photo."

"Oh~" Xiao Jing parted her plump lips, leaned forward, and peered curiously: "Sister Sister Qingqing boss, are you afraid I'll uncover some secret?"

Hearing this, Xu Qing snapped her head up, locking eyes with Xiao Jing—her heart pounded wildly.

(° Kou °)

Had she guessed something? No way…

"N-nothing like that," she stammered. "What secret could I possibly have?"

Xiao Jing's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Alright then, I won't post it! Don't worry—I just want to be friends."

Xu Qing instantly exhaled in relief and smiled. "Uh, I have something to do tonight—I need to leave. Thanks so much for the meal, Xiao Jing."

"No way!" Xiao Jing jumped up and grabbed her arm, pouting playfully: "We only meet once in a while—we have to spend more time together. Oh, I even got you a gift—it's in my room."

Hearing this, Xu Qing's face paled instantly.

(OwO)!

Was she really going to give her a whip or a tail?

"I really do have something to do—really—"

Amid Xu Qing's halting protests, Xiao Jing dragged her straight into the bedroom.

Standard French-luxury style, with a lavish pink bed at the center.

The walls were covered with posters of anime characters, the bed was piled high with plush toys, and several life-sized Rei Ayanami action figures stood beside the cabinets.

Xu Qing's eyes instantly filled with envy. "Are these the life-sized action figures released for the EVA movie premiere?"

As an anime fan, she naturally knew this figure—it was released in Japan in June 2021, priced over 110,000 Zhao Yuan.

Back then, she'd been utterly obsessed but couldn't afford it. "Yeah." Xiao Jing nodded sweetly, affectionately adding, "In my room in Rongcheng, I've got a 2.3-meter EVA Unit-01 action figure. When you've got time, let's go on a trip together—I'll take you to see it."

"Uh, maybe later. You know I'm busier than you." Xu Qing quickly schooled her expression, trying to appear more "cold and aloof."

But with her darting eyes and fidgety movements, she looked downright comical.

"Come on, let's go see Runcan." Xiao Jing grabbed her hand and pulled her into the walk-in closet.

It was spacious enough to resemble a small exhibition hall, with three walls designed as open wardrobes, filled with all kinds of clothes, bags, and accessories.

Surprisingly, there weren't any of the SM toys she'd imagined.

For the first time experiencing the real life of a white, rich, and beautiful woman, Xu Qing felt overwhelmed by the dazzling display.

A subtle thought crossed her mind, a flicker of secret delight in her eyes.

Hehe, actually, getting close to Xiao Jing has its perks.

She could later flesh out the character "Bai Jing" in her novel even more—making her eventual downfall even more satisfying.

Hahaha.

Just as she was lost in fantasy.

Xiao Jing had already pulled out two neatly folded outfits from the closet and carefully unfolded them.

"These are—JK uniforms?" Xu Qing confirmed, expecting some strange, restricted-level props, only to find such an elegant uniform.

White on top, black below, the overall style was fresh and elegant, with delicate silver embroidery along the cuffs and hem, exuding high quality.

Though still slightly hesitant, she had to admit—the outfit perfectly matched her taste and clearly cost a fortune.

"How do you like it? Do you like it? I had them custom-made—how about we each get one?" Xiao Jing's tone carried a hint of anticipation.

"It's pretty nice… but why are you giving me this?"

Xiao Jing blinked innocently and flattered, "Because we're best friends, and besides, Miss Sister Sister Qingqing, you're so beautiful—you'll look absolutely adorable in it. Tang Song will love it."

Hearing this, Xu Qing couldn't help but smile slightly. "Hmm, I guess."

"One—"

That was true. Her beauty as Miss Xu Qing needed no explanation, and her cosplay skills were unmatched.

When Xiao Song first saw her in a JK uniform at the Yinyue Shengyan restaurant, his eyes nearly popped out.

At that moment, Xiao Jing's sweet voice came again: "How about we both change into our uniforms and let Tang Song decide who looks prettier? Okay?"

Xu Qing nodded instinctively.

Wait—suddenly, her brain felt like it had been struck by lightning, freezing her in place.

(QAQ)

"Y-you just said what?" Her voice rose sharply, trembling slightly.

Xiao Jing looked at her with innocent eyes. "I said let Tang Song brother see which of us looks better in the uniform. What's wrong, Sister Sister Qingqing?"

Xu Qing felt blood rush to her head, her heart pounding like a drum.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Oh no! She really knows! She's been playing me all along!

Thinking of it, Xu Qing instinctively stepped back, panic-stricken: "Y-you think how?"

"Tang Song—he—"

Watching her exaggerated expression, Xiao Jing covered her mouth and giggled, leaning forward to kiss Xu Qing's chubby cheek. "I didn't think anything. I just want to be your best friend, so we can hang out often."

Xu Qing widened her dark eyes, her body stiffening.

Xiao Jing hugged her, smiling. "As long as you're my bestie, I won't care about you and Tang Song brother."

Xu Qing let out a startled "Ah!" and shrank her neck, stammering incoherently, her mind a tangled mess.

"Alright, let's try on the outfits." Xiao Jing released her and began undressing herself.

Her snow-white skin made the entire walk-in closet glow brighter.

Seeing Xu Qing's reaction exactly as expected, Xiao Jing's lips curved into a sly smile.

She had already investigated Wen Wen Ruan, CEO of Hengying Media, through company and friend channels.

The results were terrifying.

She wasn't just the big boss of Hengying Media, but also a shareholder and director of Star Cloud International.

According to her findings, Wen Wen Ruan held 15% of Star Cloud International Group's equity.

As a top-tier GG media company, though its exact valuation was undisclosed, comparable firms suggested a value of over 7 billion Zhao Yuan.

That meant assets exceeding one billion Zhao Yuan.

What did that even mean?

Even at her father's peak, his real assets hadn't reached this level.

Not to mention now, with asset shrinkage, investment losses, and a debt crisis.

The advantage she'd always prided herself on had been surpassed.

It was then she truly felt fear and crisis.

But since she had already fallen for Tang Song and decided to be with him, she would absolutely claim him forever.

That's why she turned her attention to Xu Qing—who posed no threat to her.

By winning over Xu Qing, she could show Tang Song her "generosity" and "charm," while securing a future ally.

A perfect two birds, one stone!

But to make Xu Qing cooperate willingly, she needed to give her a formidable enemy.

Thinking of this, Xiao Jing suddenly turned to face Xu Qing, her expression serious: "Sister Sister Qingqing, remember that hidden big-boss lover behind Tang Song I told you about? I've now gathered some information about her. Want to hear it?"

"Y-you know what?"

"Change clothes first—I'll tell you slowly!"

In the spacious, grand penthouse of Yanjing Yanjing Yanjing Tiancheng, solitude was soft and serene.

Tang Song soaked in a comfortable hot bath, then slipped into a loose robe and lazily lay on the bed.

Today had been his busiest day in recent memory.

But thankfully, he'd mostly settled the Huashang Apparel matters.

Next, as long as Wu Wei cooperated with De Su Ren He to replace the company's mid- and upper-level staff, the internal issues would be fully resolved.

He stretched, picked up his phone from the bedside, and glanced at it—two unread messages appeared.

【Xiao Jing: "Tang Song brother, who do you think is cuter—us two?"】

【Xiao Jing: photo. jpg】

Tang Song paused, eyebrows slightly raised, swiped the screen, and opened the photo.

He looked at his two girlfriends in JK uniforms, then at the dazed, adorable Xu Qing beside Xiao Jing.

Tang Song's mouth slightly parted, his eyes twitching.

Damn! How did Xiao Jing and Xu Qing end up together?

But honestly, two anime-style beauties side by side really made the heart race.

Tang Song carefully replied: "Both are cute. Xiao Jing is sweeter. But how did you meet Xu Qing?"

"Vibrating—"

The phone lit up instantly; Xiao Jing sent a new message.

【Xiao Jing: "I took the liberty of reaching out to Sister Sister Sister Qingqing on my own. Tang Song brother, you're not mad, are you?"】

Seeing such a sweet girlfriend, Tang Song instantly relaxed—he was glad Xiao Jing wasn't here.

He was about to say something soothing.

"Ding-ding-ding~~" A video call notification popped up.

He accepted the video call.

A sweet, beautiful face appeared on screen.

Xiao Jing had her hair in twin tails, wearing a custom-made JK uniform, radiating youthful energy. "Good evening, Xiao Jing." Tang Song smiled, his voice gentle.

"Good evening, Tang Song brother." Xiao Jing blushed. "About Sister Sister Qingqing—I'm sorry. I didn't think much of it—I'm willing to accept punishment."

The camera then pulled back slowly, revealing Xiao Jing fully in her JK uniform.

She sat in the center of the round bed, skirt casually folded, exposing her fair, slender thighs and smooth, rounded buttocks.

Tang Song took a deep breath, his gaze instantly burning hot.

"Cough—why are you sitting like that!"

"Ah! Sis! Sorry!" Xiao Jing quickly sat up properly.

Night deepened.

"Boom—" At some point, dark clouds had filled the sky.

Tang Song turned off the ambient lighting, put down his phone, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually steadied.

Half-asleep, half-awake, his consciousness drifted into a hazy transitional zone.

Faintly, he heard the wind rustling against the window, mixed with the delicate patter of raindrops on glass.

The sound came and went, like a whispered murmur.

Moments later.

A curled-up figure slowly emerged in his hazy awareness.

The figure gradually became clear.

She hugged her knees, head bowed, curled up in the corner by the head of the bed.

As if sensing Tang Song's presence, she slowly lifted her head.

A face tinged with childishness came into view, her eyes filled with deep loneliness and wariness.

At the same time, his chest warmed, as if a tender sprout had quietly awakened, illuminating the dark room,

soft and bright like the first rays of dawn.

"Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu?" Tang Song's consciousness vaguely caught that name, slipping out unbidden.

The young version of Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu stared at Tang Song, who had suddenly appeared in the room, her lips parting slightly as she whispered, barely audible: "Dad."