Chapter 496: Twilight Gathers, Mid-Autumn Full Moon

In the cozy and quiet office area.

Cheng Qiuqiu sat beside Yao Lingling, patiently explaining some of the company's processes: "These genuine design software can be directly handled by the company's HR; if you want to buy them yourself first, you'll need to go through the reimbursement process later, and the money will be paid on the 25th of every month."

"Then I'd better buy them myself first, that way it's faster, anyway, reimbursement isn't complicated."

"Your department currently doesn't have other leaders, as long as Mr. Gao and Finance review it, it's very convenient."

Hearing this, Yao Lingling raised her head and asked curiously: "By the way, Qiuqiu, who are the main big leaders in our company?"

"Currently, there are mainly two, Mr. Tang and Mr. Gao." Cheng Qiuqiu paused, "Mr. Gao is the senior sister I share an apartment with, and she is also a shareholder and Executive Vice President of the company."

"Ah?! My god!" Yao Lingling's eyes instantly sparkled, and she gently put her arm around Qiuqiu's shoulder, pretending to be mysterious as she whispered teasingly: "Then can't we do whatever we want in the company from now on? Haha!"

Cheng Qiuqiu frowned, looking at her seriously, "Lingling, we both got in through connections, so we should pay more attention to our image and not smear Mr. Tang and Mr. Gao."

"Alright, alright, I'm just joking, don't be so serious." Yao Lingling hurriedly waved her hand, blushing a bit.

This was the first time she had encountered a personality like Qiuqiu's.

The two chatted, and Yao Lingling quickly activated her commonly used design software one by one, organizing her desktop neatly.

Looking at the tidy office space, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

She immediately took out her phone, took many photos full of high-end vibes, and shared them in the group, instantly making Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin envious, jealous, and hateful.

Just in terms of office environment and location, the park of Huashang Apparel and Yunxi Building were indeed too far apart.

And more importantly, here she could have the most direct contact with Senior Tang Song.

Ever since she knew that Tang Song was also the Chairman of Huashang Apparel that day.

Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin dreamed of following her to Songmei Apparel, but unfortunately, Senior gave this only opportunity to her.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling bit her lip happily.

Even if they were all junior sisters, there was still a distinction between close and distant.

This kind of preferential treatment from the man she secretly loved made her feel satisfied and secretly happy.

Subsequently, Yao Lingling cheered up and quickly entered a highly efficient work state.

She began to discuss with Qiuqiu about the brand tonality and design style of "He Yiyi."

Both were in design.

Although one was visual design and the other was clothing design.

But the service group was the same, and they needed unified aesthetics in design style.

With outstanding communication skills, plus having watched the live-streaming recordings and short videos of "He Yiyi" in advance, Yao Lingling's train of thought became clearer and clearer.

While quickly recording key points, she exchanged opinions with Cheng Qiuqiu.

The discussion between the two lasted for a period of time, and the cooperation between them appeared very tacit.

Although their personalities were completely different, in the professional field, they unexpectedly found resonance.

After a while, Yao Lingling looked at the time and suggested: "It's almost noon, shall we go find Mr. Tang to eat together?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's rosy lips moved, but in the end, she shook her head: "I brought lunch, you guys go ahead."

"—"

She didn't know what was wrong with her; as long as she was idle, it seemed her mind was full of him.

In the morning, she even impulsively bought meat sandwiches and coffee, just to get him to talk to her a few more times.

This was something that had never happened in her 22+ years, strange and panicked.

To avoid repeating such overstepping actions, she still wanted to restrain herself.

"Ah? You brought lunch? Alright, then let's eat together tonight, I must treat you to a meal today for bothering you all morning."

"Mm."

"Then I'll go first, I haven't seen what the president's office looks like, I must go take a look." Yao Lingling laughed lightly and left with light steps.

Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head and continued to work on the design.

But she couldn't settle her heart at all, her gaze always looking toward the corridor direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Waiting for five or six minutes, two familiar figures walked out from the end of the corridor.

Tang Song and Yao Lingling walked side by side, intimate and harmonious in their laughter.

Cheng Qiuqiu's heart became more and more depressed; it was clearly her own choice, yet she felt a sense of being abandoned.

She lowered her head and stared at the screen, trying to focus, but her fingers delayed in tapping the keyboard.

Just then, Tang Song's voice came from beside her: "Qiuqiu."

Cheng Qiuqiu raised her head suddenly, looking at him.

"Let's go, let's go eat." His voice was gentle and matter-of-fact.

Cheng Qiuqiu opened her mouth, wanting to find a reason to decline, but the words couldn't come out no matter what.

Her legs seemed to be out of control, and she stood up straight, walking to his side with her head down.

After 1:00 PM.

The three returned to Yunxi Building.

Yao Lingling walked in front, occasionally turning back to interject a few playful remarks.

Cheng Qiuqiu followed silently behind, occasionally echoing a sentence, but most of the time she just listened quietly, or rather, stared at Tang Song's back, dazed.

Arriving at the door.

Yao Lingling stopped, turned around, and smiled playfully: "Bye Mr. Tang, we're going back to work, you have a good rest, if you need someone to serve tea, pour water, or massage your legs, call me anytime."

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, "Alright, I feel my legs are a bit uncomfortable right now, come in with me."

"Nah nah nah, I'm going to take it seriously, taking advantage of Mr. Tang."

The two teased each other for a few sentences, the atmosphere relaxed and harmonious.

Lingling grabbed Qiuqiu's arm, turned and left with a giggle.

The two were about the same height; one had a standard manga figure, slender and long, with graceful and beautiful curves.

The other was a "natural fitness body," a standard pear-shaped figure, with a thin waist, thick legs, and a big butt.

Put together, it was very pleasing to the eye.

Of course, what Tang Song looked forward to more was Lingling using her powerful energy to infect Qiuqiu, letting her release her "darkness" as soon as possible.

This way, the 【Dream Flower Seedling】 could also bloom and bear fruit as soon as possible.

Just returned to the president's office, the phone ringtone rang.

Tang Song took out his phone and looked at it, his eyebrows raised slightly.

His female president, who was so busy she almost lost contact, finally remembered to take the initiative to contact him.

Tang Song's lips hooked into a meaningful smile, connected the call, and spoke in a deliberately low voice: "Hello?"

"Hello, Little Song." A familiar voice came from the receiver, carrying intimacy and caution.

"Who is this?"

After a brief silence, Xie Shu Yu's voice sounded again, full of apology: "I've been too busy with the renovation and recruitment for the Shenzhen branch lately, I just saw the message you sent last night."

"I know you're busy, Mr. Xie, I'll try not to disturb you much in the future."

Xie Shu Yu's voice became more urgent immediately, "I was in meetings until late last night, and fell asleep as soon as I returned to the hotel. I'll return to Quancheng for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it might be late, but I'll stay there for a few days. Also, I want to see you."

"I'm very busy this holiday, I might not have time, let's talk about it later."

"Hmm—" Xie Shu Yu paused, carrying rare gentleness and pleading, "It's my fault, forgive me, okay?"

Hearing Xie Shu Yu actually take the initiative to apologize and ask for forgiveness, Tang Song's heart instantly softened, "Alright, I'll forgive you this time. However—"

"However what?"

"Take a photo and send it to me right now." Tang Song laughed lightly, his tone returning to lightness.

Xie Shu Yu was stunned for a moment and responded in a low voice: "Alright."

Hanging up the phone, he waited for a good while.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—" The phone vibrated.

【Sister Xie Shu Yu: Photo. jpg】

Clicking to view the photo, the professional, elegant, and dignified female president appeared on the phone screen, only her expression was slightly haggard.

Chatting with Xie Shu Yu for a few more sentences, caring about the other party's health.

Tang Song leaned back in his chair, his gaze cast toward the city scenery outside the window, sighing helplessly.

The more he contacted her, the more he understood Xie Shu Yu's character.

She was indeed an extremely excellent and focused person, but precisely because of this, she was not suitable for traditional marriage life.

When she said "not getting married" at the beginning, it was absolutely a conclusion reached after deep consideration.

Once this female president threw herself into work, she was like a precision-running machine, completely forgetting the existence of time.

Of course, what couldn't be denied was that her work ability was truly terrifying; in just over a month, the company's organizational structure was adjusted, and 10 new stores of different types were added in Yancheng.

The flagship stores in the Imperial Capital, Magic City, and Shenzhen were successively selected and entered the final stage of renovation.

Just in time for the National Day holiday, he would take her to relax and loosen her tense nerves.

By the way, try to break through the emotional bottleneck between the two.

5:30 PM.

Tang Song, as the boss, got off work half an hour early, starting his 8-day long holiday.

Walking lightly toward the parking lot, the black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove out of the Yunxi Building underground garage, merging into the city's congested traffic.

Stopping and going all the way.

Nearly half an hour later, he finally arrived outside the east gate of the Oasis Jingyuan residential area.

Getting out of the car, Tang Song took out the prepared gift from the trunk, walked a few steps along the sidewalk, and saw Wen Ruan standing on the side of the road waiting.

She was wearing a dark coffee-colored ladies' short trench coat, with a high-neck base layer inside, and a skirt of the same color on the lower body.

The entire outfit fit her tall and full figure, displaying her perfect body curves to the fullest.

Broad shoulders, slender waist, full hips, every part exuded the charm of a mature woman, elegant and sexy.

The sunset glow filled the street, plating her back with a layer of warm orange halo.

The brown-black slightly curly long hair was draped over her shoulders, fluttering lightly with the wind, making her look both lazy and charming.

"Finally here." Wen Ruan's mouth lifted into a shallow smile, her tone carrying some teasing, "In the ten minutes waiting for you, three handsome guys came to chat with me."

Tang Song walked close to her, his gaze carefully sizing her up from top to bottom.

The big sister wrapped in the trench coat was still full of charm, but also had a bit more coolness and casualness than usual.

A bright smile appeared on his face, he put down the gift in his hand, suddenly stepped forward, and directly hugged her!

"Ouch!" Wen Ruan gasped in surprise, her bag falling to the ground.

Immediately after, her back and the bend of her legs were steadily supported.

Her field of vision began to spin.

Tang Song, in a princess carry, just spun around in place slowly outside the residential gate.

"Hey! Put me down! It's dangerous!" Wen Ruan shouted in a panic, her hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders.

Tang Song ignored her, a pleasant and willful laugh emitting from his mouth: "No!"

"This is the main gate, people coming and going, there are many neighbors!"

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, "Then let them watch, anyway, you are mine."

Wen Ruan punched his shoulder, but couldn't help laughing out loud, infected by the high-spirited youthfulness he carried.

Their gazes met in the rotation.

Twilight gathered, orange-red light passed through the buildings and trees, casting fine and mottled light and shadows onto the two.

The air was filled with the crispness unique to autumn, refreshing and heart-soothing.

The evening breeze blew, and sycamore leaves rotated and danced, falling onto the two, beautiful and romantic.

Passing pedestrians couldn't help but slow their pace, looking at this scene with envy.

The old man familiar with Wen Ruan in the security booth poked his head out, holding a thermos cup and smiling.

The rotation gradually stopped.

"Sister is dressed so beautifully today, is it specifically to welcome me?"

"Hmph, wishful thinking, I'm beautiful every day." Wen Ruan glared at him with charming eyes, "Put me down quickly, I'm also a celebrity in Oasis Jingyuan, don't I have a reputation to maintain?"

She wasn't joking when she said this.

This place wasn't far from her hometown village, and many former neighbors and friends had bought houses here.

With her current status and beauty, her popularity was still quite high.

Tang Song lowered his head slightly, looking at the big sister with a smile, "Mouth so hard? Kiss me and I'll put you down."

3

"Little rascal!" Wen Ruan pursed her moist lips, wrapped her arms around his neck, and raised her head to kiss him.

Soon, her lips were sucked.

Wen Ruan's moist eyes gradually narrowed, enjoying his love and possession.

"Ding—" The elevator stopped at the 17th floor.

Wen Ruan opened the door and brought Tang Song inside.

Immediately after, an extremely enthusiastic greeting came from inside the house.

"Finally here, Tang Song, come in quickly, these are the slippers bought for you."

"Little Tang is here! Come in and sit!"

Tang Song smiled and bent his waist: "Uncle, Aunt, good evening, sorry to bother you."

"Oh my, what are you saying, coming here is like coming to your own home!" Qian Guixiang grabbed Tang Song's arm, her eyes full of smiles.

Although they hadn't explicitly said it, she naturally knew that Tang Song was basically their son-in-law now.

After some pleasantries.

Wen Ruan pulled Tang Song to wash his hands, and took off his coat, hanging it in the wardrobe in her bedroom.

Soon, the four sat in the dining room.

The table was filled with home-cooked dishes made by Wen Ruan's mother.

Steamed bowl of braised pork, dry-fried green beans, red-braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs—there were meat and vegetables, cold and hot, very sumptuous.

At the dinner table.

Wen Ruan performed elegantly and generously, carefully serving Tang Song dishes and soup, occasionally introducing some of Tang Song's work and hobbies to her parents, clearly having done her homework in advance.

Every gesture exuded the temperament of a lady from a good family.

Under her lubrication, there was almost no sense of strangeness between the two sides, and the atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.

Tang Song's appetite was exceptionally good, finishing 3 large bowls of rice in one breath.

Making Qian Guixiang smile from ear to ear.

Tang Song smiled and flattered: "Aunt's cooking is truly delicious, if Ruanruan had half your skill, it would be great."

"Haha, I'll definitely urge Ruanruan to learn a few dishes you love, this child is just afraid of oil smoke damaging her skin, actually she learns these things very quickly."

Tang Song was about to say something else when his lower leg was suddenly rubbed by a soft toe under the tablecloth.

He turned his head and saw the big sister waving at him.

Tang Song obediently leaned his head over.

Wen Ruan leaned into his ear, her expression as usual, and said in a voice only the two could hear: "But sister's noodles are delicious, right?"

Immediately after, Wen Ruan's hand touched his thigh, sliding gently.

Tang Song's eye corners twitched, looking at the elder on the opposite side, then looking at the big sister with a dignified smile.

He was going numb.

Is this a topic that can be discussed here?

Under the cover of the tablecloth, Tang Song directly reached out his large hand.

Wen Ruan bit her lip, pretending nothing happened and continued to eat.

After dinner, the two made an excuse to go for a walk and went straight downstairs.

Along the stone path of the residential area, the two walked slowly; the street lights cast soft halos, reflecting on Wen Ruan's tall figure, her trench coat swaying gently with her steps, appearing both elegant and casual.

Along the way, they chatted about some trivial matters.

After a while, because of a small joke by Tang Song, Wen Ruan seemed a bit angry.

She went straight into the green area in the northeast corner of the residential area.

Due to the shade of the trees, the surroundings fell into a hazy darkness.

By the time Tang Song chased her in.

Wen Ruan suddenly unbuttoned her trench coat and looked at him with a smile.

Her posture was lazy and charming, her legs crossed and rubbing gently, as if she didn't care about Tang Song's gaze at all,

yet it carried a hint of deliberate teasing.

Very charming, and also very seductive.

Feeling the temperature and fragrance coming from her body, Tang Song's heartbeat became faster and faster.

"Sister Wen Ruan, what are you doing?"

Wen Ruan approached him, her finger tapping his chest, her tone carrying a hint of coquetry: "Stop talking nonsense, how did you become such a gentleman?"

Before the words fell, she bit his neck playfully, the force just right.

Looking at the big sister right before his eyes, Tang Song took a deep breath and hugged her.

However, it was clear that Wen Ruan wasn't as perverted as Sorry Xiao Jing.

Just a few minutes later.

Wen Ruan bit his neck, giggled, buttoned her trench coat, and walked out of the "dark zone" with light and elegant steps.

The "tap-tap-tap" footsteps were exceptionally rhythmic in the quiet night, as if dancing.

The evening breeze blew through her hair.

The moonlight and street lights were also on her hair, emitting points of hazy luster.

Tang Song suddenly remembered that night at Yanjing Tiancheng a few months ago, a similar scene.

At that time, she was shouting with tears in her eyes: "How come you don't know how to lie to me!"

The big sister now should feel happy, right?

After walking a few steps, seeing Tang Song standing there staring at her blankly.

She laughed out loud again, walked back, and spun around, "Am I beautiful?"

"Yes, very beautiful." Tang Song said in a low voice, his voice low and gentle.

Wen Ruan instantly bloomed with a satisfied and happy smile, giving him a wink in a charming way.

The night depicted her silhouette.

At thirty, her eyes flashed with the starlight of her teens.

Tang Song reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair from her cheek behind her ear.

Then he hugged her tightly again, smelling the fragrance in her hair, a warm current surging in his heart.

Wen Ruan's eyes softened, her body gradually softening.

The evening breeze blew, and the sycamore leaves rustled.

The air was filled with a faint osmanthus fragrance, intertwined with their rapid breathing.

After returning upstairs, Wen Ruan pulled Tang Song to sit on the sofa and continued to chat with her parents about some family matters.

Qian Guixiang flipped through the photo album treasured at home, each photo recording the bits and pieces of Wen Ruan's growth.

The appearance of running in the yard with double ponytails when she was little, the green face of taking a group photo with classmates when graduating from junior high, and the confident demeanor of standing on stage in high school...

Laughter continued, and the atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

It wasn't until the time approached 9:30 PM that Wen Ruan "kidnapped" Tang Song from the living room into her bedroom.

Letting him accompany her to watch a movie while playing Honor of Kings.

It lasted until past 22:00.

The two washed up in the bathroom one after another.

By the time Tang Song finished washing and returned to the bedroom, Wen Ruan was tying her high ponytail with her back to the door.

Seeming to notice the movement, Wen Ruan turned her head to look over, finishing her hairstyle neatly.

Under the warm light, the pure white base layer was stretched into a breathtaking silhouette, the hem barely covering the edge of her shorts, and two snow-white long legs shone with the luster of pearls.

The exposed slender neck added a bit of youthful vitality.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, Wen Ruan walked to him with elegant steps, a cunning smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

"How is it? Does it have a bit of the feeling of your white moonlight? E-cup, high ponytail, do you like it?"

Wen Ruan flicked the hair by her ear, deliberately making a simple and ignorant expression, looking at him timidly.

Tang Song's throat rolled, and he answered sincerely: "I like it."

The big sister really knows how to play; she had to know, she was completely vacuum inside right now.

Who can withstand this?

He really didn't want to mess around at his father-in-law's house, afraid of making a big scene.

But looking at it like this, it's the big sister who wants to mess around!

Tang Song took a deep breath, "Sister Wen Ruan, isn't it a bit inappropriate here?"

"Sister doesn't like indecisive men."

Wen Ruan forcibly pressed her legs together, and said something else in a sticky and magnetic royal sister tone.

The tone was provocative, head held high, chest out.

Tang Song's brain gradually blurred, leaving only an intense impulse.

"Ouch!" Wen Ruan gasped lightly, her body having already lost control.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Who did you learn these bad habits from, oh my!"

Subsequently, the two rolled onto the carpet by the bed again.

The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled, the evening intense.

The Mid-Autumn full moon hung in the night sky, the moonlight falling on the floor through the gauze curtains, blending with the warm yellow light emitted by the bedside lamp.

Sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating. ===== CHAPTER 497 =====