Chapter 542: Xu Qing: Private Horse!

Today was a cloudy day, of course without thunder.

The "boom boom" thunderous sound was actually Xu Qing's microphone falling onto the carpet.

But Xiao Xue looked as if she'd been struck by lightning—her elegant, refined face completely shattered, her voice trembling out of tune.

"W-what?! Affectionate?! Lesbians?! Xiao Jing, how dare you slander someone's reputation out of thin air! Ah!"

She leapt to her feet, her long legs trembling slightly, staring at Xiao Jing, who wore an innocent, harmless expression.

Anger, trembling, cold!

Xiao Jing, as if frightened by her, immediately threw herself into Tang Song's arms, her shoulders shaking suspiciously.

"I'm sorry, Brother Tang Song, I shouldn't have done anything to betray you—you must punish us, or I won't be able to forgive myself!"

"You—you this—" Xiao Xue's hair seemed to stand on end, frantically explaining: "Tang Song, I've never done anything to betray you! It's all her nonsense!"

"Emm—" Tang Song raised an eyebrow, glancing from Xiao Xue to Xiao Jing, "Xiao Jing, what are you talking about? What 'affectionate' chats? What did they say?"

He didn't believe for a second that the two had somehow gotten entangled—he was just curious how they'd met and what their relationship truly was.

After all, both were his girlfriends, both lived in Yancheng, and Xiao Xue was even his assistant—they'd inevitably cross paths again.

Xu Qing quietly slid off Tang Song's lap, picked up the microphone, and stood to the side, eyes wide, ready to watch the drama unfold.

Xiao Jing lifted her head, sweetly pursed her lips, then picked up the phone beside her, opened the chat history, and held it out toward Tang Song.

"We only met recently—Xiao Xue added me on WeChat first, and we started chatting—about some very private topics. She asked if I had a boyfriend, and even talked to me about her views on men."

"Ah!" Xiao Xue's eyebrows twitched, "Xiao Jing! You!"

She suddenly remembered—these past few days, Xiao Jing's unusually enthusiastic behavior on WeChat, and those deliberately provocative topics she'd raised.

Back then, she'd thought they were both "Confidants of Director Supervisor Tian," so she'd humored her with a few odd conversations.

Now she realized—it was a scheme! A conspiracy against Empress Mu Xue!

Tang Song took the phone, scrolled down, and a string of chat logs appeared on screen, each line dripping with subtle affection:

【Supervisor Tian Jing: "You said you'd help me pick underwear—so do you prefer front-clasp or back-clasp styles?"】

【Lin Mu Xue: "Front-clasp, I think. Easier to put on and take off."】

【Supervisor Tian Jing: "I rarely wear this style—next time we go shopping, could you go into the fitting room and teach me how to wear it? (#Excited)"】

【Lin Mu Xue: "Sure, no problem at all."】

【Lin Mu Xue: "I agree—handsome hands are a huge plus."】

【Supervisor Tian Jing: "Mm, your hands are really beautiful—long and flexible. They must feel amazing to use, right?"】

【Lin Mu Xue: "Eh, I guess."】

【Supervisor Tian Jing: "I just saw your fitness photos on Moments! That yoga pose: (#Nosebleed)"】

【Lin Mu Xue: "(#Resting Chin) Well, actually, that's Pilates."】

【Supervisor Tian Jing: "Mu Xue, your waist is so soft~ I wonder if the rest of you is just as flexible. (#Shy)"】

【Lin Mu Xue: "Ah, it's late—I'm going to shower. Bye."】

Tang Song stared at the chat logs, his eyes gleaming with strange amusement.

These exchanges looked affectionate at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it was clear Xiao Jing had been methodically advancing—Xiao Xue was merely the passive "victim."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help glancing at his white, rich, beautiful friend.

At first, he'd had a filter for Xiao Jing—after all, she was the company goddess: sweet-faced, naturally a JK Sacred Body.

Add to that her perfect ability to maintain just the right distance—close enough to feel warm, never overly eager—she was the ideal image in every male colleague's mind.

But as their relationship deepened, especially after discovering her hidden "little hobbies," Tang Song's impression of her changed completely.

Xiao Jing wasn't simply sweet and obedient—in fact, she harbored a mischievous, cunning personality beneath her calm exterior.

On the surface, gentle and quiet; in reality, bold, meticulous, even playful with a delightful contrast.

Especially in private interactions, she always found unexpected ways to stir his emotions, leaving him utterly unprepared.

Of course, for a "veteran pervert" like him, such a girlfriend was pure emotional value overload—thrilling beyond words!

And today's scene? Clearly another one of Xiao Jing's little "games."

The special quest "The Self-Cultivation of a Warm Guy" explicitly required all three to leave deep impressions on each other.

Forcing Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing to endure hardship together would undoubtedly make the quest completion even better.

Thinking of this, Tang Song let out a quiet chuckle, suppressing the upward curve of his lips, and slowly stood up.

His gaze swept over the two girlfriends before him.

His eyes darkened, his expression turning cold and detached.

After experiencing the "Whispers of Humanity" Fuben, and after mutually conquering Annie, he'd begun to uncover a few tricks for playing "Cosplay Tang Song."

Soon, the persona he adopted radiated a chilling aura, instantly freezing the atmosphere inside the private room.

Xu Qing gasped and stepped back three paces.

Oh no! There's murderous intent!

Xiao Little Song Zi is clearly furious—he's about to explode!

In front of her, Tang Song had always been gentle.

Not just in their WeChat interactions.

Even when playing basketball, he'd never forced her to do anything she didn't want.

When she was exhausted, he'd hold her and soothe her.

This was the first time she'd ever seen Tang Song like this.

It reminded her of the male lead in her own novel—the "Dominant CEO."

Instantly, she felt a surge of excitement.

She hadn't done anything wrong—Tang Song wouldn't punish her.

Hmph! Liu Liu Ruyan, Bai Jing—your good days are over!

Xiao Little Song Zi, go teach them a lesson!

(H)gbiubiubiu!

"Director Tang, let me explain—I was just trying to get along with Xiao Jing, so I humored her with some unusual topics."

Lin Mu Xue swallowed hard, her heartbeat accelerating.

Among the three of them, she was the only one who truly feared Tang Song.

Seeing him now, she felt her legs go weak.

Xiao Jing's eyes lit up as she gazed at Tang Song in this state—her heart raced too.

But hers was excitement.

If there was one thing she wasn't satisfied with about Tang Song, it was how calm he was—lacking that thrilling, aggressive edge that made her heart pound.

Calmness was good, of course—but she still hoped for occasional spice.

And now, he'd shed his usual demeanor—aloof, mysterious, dangerous, yet undeniably magnetic.

Like a famous scene from the anime "Black Butler."

Perfectly matched her kink.

She wanted him to pin her down hard on the table, slap and squeeze her!

Brother Tang Song, be meaner—I'm totally OK with it!

She screamed silently in her mind, yet wore a pitiful, innocent expression on her face.

She stood up cautiously, obediently standing before Tang Song, her round-framed glasses making her eyes look misty and dewy.

Like a bullied genius girl from a 2D anime.

"You two—do you think I'm easy to get along with?" Tang Song's voice carried a magnetic, oppressive weight.

Xu Qing's eyes widened, her body frozen in place.

(10) (Oh no! Xiao Little Song Zi has gone dark!)

Her pitch-black eyes darted wildly—her mind instantly flooded with novel ideas.

Dominant CEO, workplace punishment, humiliation play…

Inspiration overload!

But right now, she dared not move—she could only huddle in the corner, holding her breath.

Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing both shuddered—but their expressions were vastly different.

"No!" Xiao Xue still tried to explain.

Xiao Jing had already flopped onto the sofa, assuming a submissive pose, "Private horse! Brother Tang Song, I really know I'm wrong. If you'll just calm down, you can punish me however you want."

Her voice was soft, sweet, and sincere.

Her entire body pressed against the sofa cushion, her light blue jeans outlining her slender waist and plump hips; her shirt hem had somehow ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of pale skin and a red tattoo sticker—barely visible, yet devastatingly alluring.

A textbook example of 2D contrast kawaii.

Xiao Xue stood rooted, biting her lip, eyes flickering.

Ever since Empress Mu Xue had turned over a new leaf, she'd been walking on eggshells!

And now she'd been tricked by that pervert Xiao Jing.

She stole a glance at Tang Song—her gaze sharpened.

She noticed the heat and anticipation in his eyes as he looked at Xiao Jing.

Her heart instantly understood.

After all, she'd been with Tang Song for so long, and her ability to read people was sharp—she could tell now: Tang Song wasn't truly angry.

He was just playing a game.

If it were just the two of them, she wouldn't mind at all—even be more enthusiastic than Xiao Jing.

But now she glanced at Xu Qing and hesitated; after all, she still feared that Shen Yu would find out about this.

As Xiao Xue's gaze swept over her, Xu Qing's twin buns bounced slightly, her eyes flickering with unease.

She quickly turned her head left and right, as if inspecting the surroundings.

Seeing her "cowardly" expression, Xiao Xue's eyes flickered, and she felt a slight easing in her chest.

Excluding Shen Yu, Xu Qing was still quite simple.

Turning her head, Xiao Xue met Tang Song's gaze and clenched her teeth.

Today, she'd been outmaneuvered by Supervisor Tian Jing—she'd definitely get revenge later!

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Xue slowly lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling gently as she mimicked Xiao Jing's posture, gliding gracefully to the sofa, sitting with her legs neatly together—elegant yet submissive.

She bent forward, hands resting on the sofa back, her hips slightly lifted, her posture as precise as if trained.

In fact, as a graduate of cabin crew training and a part-time fashion model,

Xiao Xue's physique was exceptional—her movements elegant and aesthetically refined, unlike Xiao Jing's "impatient" energy.

Leaning forward, Xiao Xue glanced at Xiao Jing beside her and whispered, "Tang Song, I'm willing to accept punishment—hurry up, don't go too far."

It's just a little playful fun, isn't it?

Who am I afraid of!

Instantly, Xiao Xue slipped into character—her cheeks flushed, her long legs beneath the fishnet stockings trembling slightly.

Externally gentle and alluring, inwardly sharp as a blade.

Xiao Jing's eyes flickered, a smile tugging at her lips.

She was on the right side, and Tang Song was "right-handed"—he'd definitely find it easier to discipline her.

Hehe!

This round? I win again!

Xu Qing: (w/) (covering eyes, peeking)

Watching her two girlfriends in contrasting poses, Tang Song's heartbeat quickened,

He couldn't hold out—he simply couldn't!

He felt himself being corrupted by Xiao Jing.

Especially those days with Anne Kate, which had awakened certain aspects of him.

He stepped closer, his palm gently resting on their backs, fingers slowly tracing down their spines until they settled at the soft curve of their waists.

"Good," he murmured, his voice deep and magnetic. "You both recognize your mistakes. I'll forgive you—but no next time!"

"Yiya! Simi Simi Masa!"

Lin Empress Mu Xue let out a soft cry, her voice calm yet trembling slightly: "Tang Song, I'm willing to accept punishment, but I don't believe I'm at fault."

Clearly, she'd entered a role—and intended to turn the situation around in her own way.

Watching her two wildly different girlfriends, Tang Song felt an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

Seeing her expression, Xiao Jing raised an eyebrow and said shyly, "Tang Song brother, it seems Mu Xue sister still has feelings for me—what should I do?"

"What are you talking about!" Lin Empress Mu Xue glared at her, teeth gritted: "I've never had any feelings for you—that's why I know I'm not wrong!"

Xiao Jing's eyes sparkled as she put on an innocent look: "Oh, okay, it's my fault—please, Tang Song brother, punish me twice as hard."

Xiao Xue: (')

Holy shit! What kind of freak is this? And why the hell are you dragging me into this?

"Enough!" Tang Song snapped.

"Simi Simi Masa!" Supervisor Tian Jing squealed, her face flushed as if steaming.

"Uh!"

Apologies from Xiao Xue and Xiao Jing echoed intermittently; the atmosphere inside the private room grew increasingly suggestive.

Tang Song: ( )@@-

After a while.

"—Slap—" Xu Qing's microphone rolled off her hands and hit the floor again.

It made a loud noise.

All three turned their gazes toward her instantly,

(° Yi °》) Huh?!

Xu Qing scrambled to pick up the microphone from the carpet, her twin buns bouncing with each motion, her face instantly crimson. "Ah! Sorry, sorry! Keep going—I didn't mean to!"

As she apologized, she glanced up and caught Lin Empress Mu Xue giving her a sly, cunning smile.

Xu Qing, the spoiled heiress, stumbled back half a step.

Xiao Xue rose slowly, her long legs crossing as she stepped forward, still composed and poised: "Tang Song, I drank too much—I need to use the restroom."

"Go ahead," Tang Song waved dismissively.

Xiao Xue pursed her lips, glancing at Xu Qing, her tone light as air: "I think Sister Sister Qingqing's performance was terrible—dropping the mic twice to scare us. Shouldn't she get some 'discipline' too?"

To prevent her from reporting to Shen Yu, she figured the best way was to drag her into the mess.

At these words, the private room fell silent again.

Tang Song's gaze turned to Xu Qing, eager and gleeful.

Rarely did his three girlfriends show such "unity"—it was like sharing hardship, deepening their bond.

Of course, the main reason was that Xiao Jing's provocation had filled his mind with pornographic nonsense.

Twin-bunned Sister Sister Qingqing was perfect for this kind of "punishment" scenario!

When they were alone before, he'd loved playing this game with her.

This coser girlfriend was endlessly entertaining—her expressions, her reactions, all so exaggerated.

Xu Qing blinked, shaking her head vigorously, her twin buns smacking her cheeks: "I—I just slipped! Really, no other intention!"

Xiao Jing, the gleeful onlooker, smirked sideways: "Sister Sister Qingqing sister, I agree—your performance today was terrible."

Xu Qing felt her scalp tingle, her heart racing.

Oh no! They're teaming up to bully me!

(

A) Yan Yan, I want to go home—

Watching Xu Qing's amusing expression, Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle and beckon her over: "Come here, Sister Sister Qingqing."

Xu Qing clutched her hips, panicked: "No! I don't want to!"

Not far away, Lin Empress Mu Xue narrowed her eyes and gave her a gentle nudge—Xu Qing stumbled forward and tumbled straight into Tang Song's arms.

Then, elegantly, she turned and walked out of the private room, striding swiftly toward the restroom.

It wasn't even an excuse.

Tang Song's earlier little touches had left her urgently needing to pee.

But she couldn't show weakness in front of others—she had to endure it.

This was the perfect chance to slip away.

Inside the private room.

The rich aroma of food mingled with the sweet scent of juice and the soft glow of the song selector, creating a cloying, delicate atmosphere.

Tang Song wrapped his arms around Xu Qing's waist, his gaze bright and burning.

Xu Qing blinked her large, dark eyes, her face flushed and hot as she stammered: "Tang Song, you can't do this—I didn't do anything wrong!"

The psycho Xiao Jing sat right beside her—she felt like a hamster caught by a cat.

She'd dreamed of scenes like this countless times.

But in her dreams, Xiao Jing always suddenly pulled out a tiny leather whip from her panties.

Thinking of it, she glanced at Xiao Jing.

Their eyes met—and Xiao Jing suddenly raised her right hand. "Tang Song brother, I have something else to confess."

Tang Song's eyebrow twitched. "What now?"

He felt that if he kept hanging out with this white, rich, beautiful friend, he'd eventually turn "perverted" too.

Xu Qing swallowed hard, suddenly gripped by a terrible premonition.

Xiao Jing adjusted her glasses and whispered sweetly: "Actually, I've known Sister Sister Qingqing for a long time—we met in an anime fan group. Sister Sister Qingqing's a famous big shot there—"

Before she could finish,

Xu Qing slid to her knees at lightning speed: (））

She collapsed onto the sofa, face blazing red, shouting: "Simi Simi Masa!"

Xiao Jing: ( Yi _-)

Tang Song: (）（completely baffled）

Holy crap, Xiao Jing—you've truly blown my mind today!

Tang Song had just upgraded his perception of Xiao Jing again.

He felt today's "three idiots" gathering—combined, the other two couldn't match Xiao Jing's chaos.

Clearly, his earlier worries had been unnecessary.

Such a formidable Xiao Jing? Even facing Jin Mishi, she'd surely handle herself fine.

"Slap—"

"Simi Simi Masa!" Xu Qing's scream was louder than Supervisor Tian Jing's—her face buried in the sofa cushion, wishing she could vanish into the floor.

The reason she was so afraid of Xiao Jing was, at its core, that she had been exposed offline and her identity had been discovered by the other party.

She had done plenty of reckless talking in that group.

Many of those posts involved Tang Song, filled with all sorts of fantasies.

Keep in mind, when she wrote these stories, they hadn't even gotten together yet.

But Xiao Jing had already declared her sovereignty in the group, treating Tang Song as her boyfriend.

Xu Qing, a famous writer and a minor Su Yu in the coser world, still had her idol image to protect.

If Tang Song ever found out this black history, she'd never be able to show her face again!

By the time Xiao Xue pushed open the private room door and stepped inside,

she saw Xu Qing slumped on the sofa, looking utterly lifeless, while Xiao Jing was affectionately close to Tang Song.

Instantly, her face flushed red, her eyelid twitching.

In Xiao Jing's hand, she spotted a round non-woven fabric sticker,

What a pervert!

She cursed silently under her breath, quickly averted her gaze, and struggled to suppress the chaotic images flooding her mind.

On the third floor of Minghui Mall, inside a mid-to-high-end women's clothing store.

Three young girls moved among the racks, whispering softly.

"So expensive—this one shirt costs 700 Zhao Yuan? Should I really buy it? But it does look great, and the quality is excellent."

"Wu Wu Siqi, I just checked online—buying through a Taobao proxy can save you over 200 Zhao Yuan."

Wu Wu Wu Siqi took a deep breath, her gaze wavering for a moment, then she clenched her teeth and declared firmly: "Buy it! I'm getting this one! Online proxy might be too slow—I start my internship next Monday!"

"As long as you're happy."

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele murmured: "Actually, I think the outfit you bought for your interview the other day looked great too—you looked stunning in it."

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"Not professional enough, and it doesn't match my pants," Wu Wu Wu Siqi shook her head, her tone serious. "This is my first job—I'm investing in a decent professional outfit to make a good impression on my boss and colleagues."

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele opened her mouth, then swallowed her words.

She knew Wu Wu Wu Siqi's family background was modest; in her eyes, spending 700 Zhao Yuan on a single shirt just for "face" was truly extravagant.

But everyone had their own perspective.

Besides, this senior had just landed an internship at the Yanan Film and Television Base—she must be thrilled, and a little indulgence was understandable.

As a state-backed enterprise, it offered great stability and benefits; she genuinely rejoiced for her. After settling the bill, she held her new shirt.

Wu Wu Wu Siqi exhaled deeply, a radiant smile spreading across her face: "I'll treat you both to bubble tea later! Oh, Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele, that dress you tried on earlier was gorgeous—even last year's model, discounted to just 500 Zhao Yuan. Why not just buy it?"

"No, no," Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele quickly shook her head. "I've already bought clothes, and I don't even wear skirts normally."

Li Li Li Jingrong chuckled: "Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele, you've got a boyfriend—time to start dressing up a bit."

"No, I—I really don't have a boyfriend."

"Ohhh, you mean a crush? Haha. Still, you should dress up nicely—and your hairstyle needs some work too."

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele blushed and protested: "You've got it wrong—he's my brother."

"So when are you bringing your brother over so we can meet him?"

"Enough, Li Li Jingrong, stop teasing Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele," Wu Wu Wu Siqi ruffled Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele's hair. "Come on, let's head upstairs for bubble tea."

The three girls walked out, chatting and laughing.

Just as they stepped out of the store,

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele suddenly froze, her gaze momentarily stalling.

Directly ahead of them, a figure she knew all too well moved through the crowd.

He wore a crisp white shirt, his posture tall and straight, his profile like rolling mountains.

A pleasant smile graced his face, flanked by three girls dressed identically.

One was, of course, Lin Mu Xue—the other two she didn't recognize.

But the girl with porcelain skin and noble elegance was clinging affectionately to Tang Song's arm.

Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele's face twisted with panic; she glanced down at her own clothes.

A wave of inexplicable inferiority surged through her.

Wu Wu Wu Siqi and Li Li Li Jingrong noticed her unease and turned back. "What's wrong, Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele?"

"Nothing," she pressed her dry lips together, then suddenly turned around, her voice slightly frantic. "Maybe I should try on that dress again."

"Sure! Let's go!" Wu Wu Wu Siqi smiled, linking arms with her and pulling her back inside.

After walking a few steps, Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Qian Lele couldn't help glancing back at Tang Song's figure, her eyes dimming.

She had never dreamed of anything beyond her reach.

She knew the distance between them wasn't as simple as thirteen bus stops on Route 31.