Chapter 560

Zhao Yaqian kissed very hard and hugged very hard.

Salty tears slid across the skin, cool.

The guitar was placed on the carpet at some point.

She looked at Tang Song in front of her, feeling his body temperature, his heartbeat, his love.

Emotions welled up in her heart, drowning her whole being.

Her first love was sour and sweet, also ignorant and pure.

From the first encounter at the beauty salon, to the stroll on the rainy pedestrian street, handmade fried skewers, Wuling Hongguang, filling up the 95, self-driving tours, struggles and refusals, heartbeat, first kiss, being together—everything was surging in her memory.

In her eyes, Tang Song was love itself, and also the entirety of her emotional world.

Her personality was simple, even a bit "fierce," emotional and impulsive, with her joys and sorrows showing on her face.

In the past, the furthest future she had thought of was just learning a trade and finding a job that could feed her later.

But fate was like a flood that had suddenly opened the gates, rolling her into a completely different world.

She foolishly relied on him, ignorantly completing a class transition, reaching the sky in one step.

In the past, there were many things she didn't understand, and she never thought too much.

It was Tang Song who told her bit by bit what to do next, what to go and do.

In a daze, she owned a large mansion, 40 million in beauty salon equity, over 20 million in private club shares, and even met the legendary Jin Meixiao.

Her 19-year-old life was like a dream that was too grand and too illusory.

Until recently, to be precise, the few days she returned to her hometown in Lu Province.

At the moment of returning home in glory, the shock in her parents' eyes, the flattery on the relatives' faces, the status improvement brought by money—she truly woke up a bit from this dream.

At the same time, she also started to do as Tang Song said.

Look directly at her heart, think about her own value.

She came from an ordinary small county, with a complicated family (parents in debt, greedy relatives), poor high school grades, no college, lacking systematic education and artistic cultivation, and could only rely on imitation to fill the gaps.

She wanted to learn something and perform in social occasions, but found her ability insufficient.

She wanted to improve herself, but found too many shortcomings: eloquence, aesthetics, conversation—everything had to be learned from scratch.

Excluding her figure and appearance, she was actually a very ordinary girl.

Then, she thought of what that President Mo had said when she signed the trust before: "Before you, he had a lover."

She naturally knew long ago that "Miss Su" was Su Yu.

Being both "lovers" and "canaries," she subconsciously put herself and Su Yu on the same coordinate axis for comparison.

The result was catastrophic.

Su Yu was a goal she could never reach.

Even if she owned a career of her own, learned to dance, and could stand under the spotlight and smile for photos, she still couldn't have any comparability with the other party.

In those days when she understood this point, she tossed and turned every night.

Even several times she woke up in the middle of the night, dreaming that Tang Song was tired of her, left her, and then hugged the quilt and cried "wa wa."

Timidity, inferiority, and avoidance made her stay in her hometown for an extra week.

Fortunately, her personality was naturally straightforward and optimistic; these troubles were cried over, laughed over, and passed after eating a few big meals.

But even so, in terms of feelings, she always hid an inferiority that she "dared not ask about."

It was just that she chose not to struggle anymore.

Until tonight, at this very moment.

Her dance made Tang Song obsessed, her posture made him amazed:

He played the guitar, sang "Slowly Liking You" for her, and gazed gently into her eyes.

Only then did she finally cross the hurdle in her heart.

Making her inferiority in feelings vanish into thin air.

She was his first woman.

Their clumsy and sincere first kiss, the hazy and green first time, the little exploration of each other's bodies—Tang Song would not leave her, would always like her, love her.

She would also always accompany him.

Even if she was just an ordinary beautician, in his heart, there would always be a corner that belonged to her.

Even if that position was very small.

The wet kiss continued.

Zhao Yaqian's smile, however, became more and more bright.

Like peach blossoms blooming quietly in the morning light of early spring, soft, brilliant, and carrying a little bit of playful confidence.

It reflected in Tang Song's pupils, and also reflected in his heart.

The lips slowly separated, the breath not yet calmed.

"I love you, Zhao Yaqian." Tang Song said in a low voice.

The beautician's eyes seemed to be stained with mist, but they were shining brightly.

Like stars polished by spring rain, flickering with moving light.

"I love you too, Tang Song."

Before the words fell, she jumped up with a smile.

Her long, snow-white legs wrapped directly around Tang Song.

A head of wine-red long hair brushed across his face and neck, soft and hot like fire.

"Dear programmer friend," she blinked, joking playfully, "Beauty Zhao is going to make you look good tonight!"

"I'm being sincere." Li Wan said while pouring her a cup of tea, showering her with compliments.

She not only praised Zhao Yaqian herself but also frequently praised her boyfriend and the relationship between them.

The smile on Zhao Yaqian's face never faded.

After a while.

Li Wan suddenly sat closer, switching to a more natural and intimate tone. "Sister is going to tell you something from the heart: a woman still needs to have some career of her own. While you're young and in a good state, lay out some assets that belong to you. Having a backer is certainly good, but having your own trump card is more important, don't you think?"

Zhao Yaqian was stunned, her heart skipping a beat, but on the surface, she remained smiling. "Sister Wan, what are you talking about? I didn't quite understand."

Li Wan took the opportunity to say: "I have a project here that is currently in the early fundraising stage, and it's quite stable. It's a sub-project of a city-wide cultural tourism initiative, focusing on customized services for mid-to-high-end female communities."

Then, she took an exquisite brochure out of her bag. "It's currently in the early startup phase; the barrier to entry isn't high, but the resources are very vertical, and the expected returns are quite good, with an annualized rate of about 25%-40%..."

Zhao Yaqian listened quietly, a smile still on her face, but her eyes became vigilant.

When Li Wan finally stopped talking.

She suddenly raised her teacup, her expression curious. "Sister Wan, this tea is really delicious. Did you blend it yourself?"

"Uh—yes, I blended it myself." Li Wan was caught off guard by her sudden change of topic.

"Do you sell it in your shop? I want to buy some to take back for my boyfriend to drink."

Li Wan smiled reluctantly: "We don't sell this in the shop, but I can give you some."

"That would be too embarrassing. How about you tell me how to blend it, and I'll try it later." Zhao Yaqian sipped her tea, looking at her with a sweet smile.

Li Wan's eyelid twitched; she suddenly realized she had misjudged this "little canary."

Just then.

The flower shop's glass door was pushed open gently, and a tall, straight figure walked in.

"Welcome! Is there anything you need?" The female clerk at the front desk hurried over. Upon seeing the man's appearance, her face flushed, and her voice grew quieter.

"Looking for someone." The man smiled and looked toward the tea break area in the corner.

Today, the beautician was wearing a professional-leaning outfit: a white small suit jacket paired with a black hip-hugging skirt and sheer stockings.

She was sitting sideways, her wine-red wavy hair draped over her shoulders, and her long, lustrous legs cast a faint halo in the sunlight.

Hearing the familiar voice.

Zhao Yaqian was stunned, then suddenly turned her head. "Brother Song! Why are you here?!"

Immediately, she stood up quickly and ran into his arms.

Tang Song steadily caught the beautician's tall and sexy figure, stroked her back with one hand, and a doting smile appeared on his face.

"Of course, I came to find you."

"Thank you, Brother Song~ Mua~ I'm so happy!"

Looking at the man who had suddenly appeared, Li Wan's face showed a look of surprise, and her eyes widened involuntarily.

This was Zhao Yaqian's "boyfriend"?

With her experience, she could naturally see that Zhao Yaqian was in a state of being kept.

She just never expected that this benefactor would be so young and handsome.

Wearing a custom Kiton suit, his figure was tall and well-proportioned, his gaze calm yet sharp.

Objectively speaking, considering overall appearance and temperament, it was actually Zhao Yaqian who wasn't a match for him.

This was completely different from her previous guesses.

She took a deep breath, quickly adjusted her expression, and smiled as she walked over. "This must be Qian Qian's boyfriend, right? Hello, I'm Li Wan."

Tang Song let go of the beautician, turned his gaze toward her, and responded politely: "Hello, I'm Tang Song."

The moment their gazes met, Li Wan felt a strange tightness in her heart.

What kind of eyes were those? Deep, restrained, clear, and calm.

Just a simple glance from him made her feel like she had been seen through.

A quiet aura spread silently.

She had been in social circles for many years and had seen many high-level figures; her discernment was naturally excellent.

That kind of pressure and confidence wasn't built up by money, but a sense of control radiating from his very bones.

It was the aura that only a true "superior" possessed.

Even without speaking, he made people feel a sense of distance and disparity.

Li Wan swallowed her saliva, trying hard to maintain her smile. "Hello."

In her heart, she had already put away all those little tricks and thoughts.

"Sister Wan, my boyfriend is here to pick me up, so I won't disturb you anymore." Zhao Yaqian said with a smile while picking up her bag.

"Oh, oh, alright then." Li Wan reacted, walked quickly to the tea break area, and took an exquisite gift box from the drawer. "By the way, Qian Qian, didn't you like the tea I blended? Take this new box back. Remember to come get more when you finish it; Sister has plenty here."

"Thank you, Sister Wan." Zhao Yaqian accepted it happily and picked up her bag. "Then we'll be going now."

"I'll see you out."

Li Wan braced herself, took the initiative to push open the glass door, and accompanied the two out of the flower shop.

Immediately after, she saw a black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked quietly outside.

Standing on one side of the car was a tall, agile female driver with sharp features.

Seeing the three people walk out, she nodded slightly and opened the rear door cleanly and efficiently.

Zhao Yaqian waved at Li Wan and followed Tang Song into the back seat of the car.

"Thump." The car door closed.

"Vroom—" Accompanied by the steady and powerful sound of the engine, the Rolls-Royce Phantom drove away slowly.

Li Wan stood where she was, feeling only her palms go cold and her heart racing.

She was filled with lingering fear.

If she had really treated Zhao Yaqian as a naive girl to trick into investing, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Inside the quiet Rolls-Royce cabin.

Tang Song's slender fingers gently threaded through Zhao Yaqian's, fingers interlaced, palms pressed together.

"Where do you want to eat? Qian Qian."

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Yaqian said expectantly: "How about we go to Wanda? It's been a long time since I've had that steak buffet."

Ever since she came to Yancheng and was taken to Wanda by her cousin Tingzi, she had been thinking about that steak buffet.

In the past, whenever she got her salary, she couldn't help but splurge there.

"No problem." Tang Song smiled, pinched her cheek, and said a word to Liu Jiayi.

When he turned back, he found the beautician looking at him without blinking.

The sunset's afterglow spilled onto her face through the car window, outlining her exquisite profile, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes.

Tang Song suddenly reached out and gently rubbed her eyebrows with his fingertips.

Zhao Yaqian subconsciously tucked back the loose hair at her temples but didn't look away.

Their gazes intertwined in the air; no words were needed to understand the tenderness in each other's eyes.

After a moment, Zhao Yaqian smiled, lifted her hips, kissed Tang Song's lips, and said: "Brother Song, you're so good."

The car went along, stopping and starting.

Outside the window, the flowing city scenery kept changing.

Zhao Yaqian leaned on his shoulder at some point, chattering about recent events.

"All branches of Yisha Beauty have been renovated, the staff is in place, the certificates are complete, and we'll start doing light medical aesthetics next week—"

"Sister Yurong took me to see some experts, and I also saw laser instruments and microneedling equipment; it feels like the whole industry is upgrading..."

"I recently learned a Chinese classical dance and bought a super beautiful Hanfu—"

Her voice was sweet and pleasant; when she reached the happy parts, she would unconsciously swing her legs, and her low-heeled leather shoes drew small arcs in the air.

Tang Song listened quietly, occasionally responding with a few words.

Twenty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce drove into the Wanda underground garage.

Because it was still early, neither of them was hungry yet.

They simply started strolling around inside.

It was just past 5 o'clock, and it was a workday, so there weren't many people in Wanda.

Zhao Yaqian pulled Tang Song into the "Baby King" indoor playground on the third floor and went straight to the claw machine area.

The machines were filled with various plush toys, and the cheerful music and lights intertwined, full of childlike fun.

Zhao Yaqian exchanged fifty yuan for game coins, stood in front of a machine, and pointed at a pink and white rabbit doll inside.

She was determined to win.

"This time it will definitely work, let's try one more time, oh no, it dropped again!"

Her luck wasn't very good; she tried over 30 times and didn't catch it, the rabbit slipping away repeatedly.

Tang Song smiled, took the joystick, grabbed it casually, and the rabbit was successfully delivered to the exit.

Zhao Yaqian was first a bit pouty, shouting that the machine was rigged, then excitedly rushed over to hug the doll, jumping up and down, happy as a child.

After playing inside for more than half an hour.

The two took the elevator to the steak buffet restaurant Zhao Yaqian had been thinking about.

It was still the group-bought 399 yuan couple's meal.

Besides steak, there were various cooked foods, fruits, ice cream, and desserts.

Entering the buffet area, Zhao Yaqian was like a diligent little bee, her eyes shining, and soon the table was filled with delicious food.

"Brother Song, what drink do you want?"

"This ice cream is super delicious, it feels almost like Häagen-Dazs, you try it."

"Mmm, today's strawberries are really fresh, open your mouth, ah—"

19-year-old Zhao Yaqian had a surprisingly good appetite, but every time she ate something particularly delicious, her first reaction was always to share it with him.

Only when she heard him say it was good did her eyes curve happily.

After a while.

The pan-seared snowflake steak was brought up; Tang Song picked up the knife and fork, carefully cut it into small pieces, and handed it to her.

Zhao Yaqian smiled foolishly, said "I love you," and began to feast.

Tang Song smiled and rubbed her head.

Although she had matured quite a bit, in his eyes, he could still see the shadow of that innocent and cute beautician.

Isn't this also a kind of luck?

The two chatted and shared food like this.

They ate for a full hour.

After coming out and strolling around for a while, Zhao Yaqian started to regret eating too much, worrying that she would gain weight.

Because of dancing, she had finally managed to lower her weight.

To comfort the beautician.

Tang Song pulled her to the Wanda Cinema on the 5th floor and bought a large bucket of popcorn and two cups of iced cola.

They casually found an animated movie.

Sure enough, after eating the golden, crispy popcorn, the beautician instantly threw her worries to the back of her mind, full of vitality.

The cinema hall was dim, and the light and shadow on the screen flowed over their faces.

Zhao Yaqian leaned on Tang Song, amused by the funny parts in the movie, laughing back and forth.

Her long eyelashes cast fine shadows under her eyes.

The body fragrance optimized by the prop 【Phantom Fragrance】 carried a hint of sweet and passionate emotional aftertaste, like honey warmed by the sun, entwined with her youthful vitality.

Mixed with the faint scent of gardenia in her hair, it drifted into Tang Song's nose.

After 9 o'clock in the evening.

The two returned to the large apartment in Yanjing Tiancheng.

After washing up together.

The beautician mysteriously said she wanted to give him a surprise, then hugged her bag and dived into the walk-in closet.

Tang Song sat on the large sofa in the master bedroom, his gaze cast outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The lights of Yancheng flickered like a galaxy, but in front of his eyes, scene after scene of his time with the beautician today appeared.

He smiled.

He picked up the guitar from the shelf and played a melody casually, expressing his inner feelings.

After a moment.

"Ding ding ding ding~~" A crisp and playful voice sounded from behind.

It was the entrance BGM the beautician had deliberately hummed.

Tang Song turned around, his expression slightly stunned.

She had changed into a unique Hanfu, which could also be called a dance costume.

The silver-threaded embroidered tube top set off her collarbones like a new moon, and her fair skin glowed with a delicate luster like jade under the lights.

The high-slit skirt moved lightly with her steps, revealing straight, plump, snow-white legs, appearing and disappearing between the fluttering sleeves, exuding a charm that blended classicism and fashion.

Paired with vintage earrings and hair accessories, the blend of classic and fashion fully displayed an elegant and charming temperament.

"Ding ding ding~"

The vintage dangling hairpin jingled.

Zhao Yaqian stepped lightly, stood in front of Tang Song, and a naive smile bloomed on her face.

She looked like a lady who had snuck out of a painting and gotten lost.

"Does it look good? Brother Song."

Zhao Yaqian spun around in front of him, the skirt of the Hanfu dancing lightly in the wind, her 1.8-meter-long legs drawing beautiful arcs in the air.

It was impossible to look away.

"Very beautiful." Tang Song nodded vigorously, his gaze as gentle as water. "Qian Qian, you are truly beautiful."

Zhao Yaqian's cheeks flushed slightly, a smile of shyness and sweetness blooming on her face, her eyes full of starlight.

"I learned a new classical dance, do you want me to dance it for you?"

"Okay."

Tang Song nodded with a smile, put down the guitar in his hand, leaned on the sofa, and locked his gentle gaze on her.

Zhao Yaqian took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.

The room quieted down, the lights of Yancheng outside the window spread out like a galaxy, and only the night wind occasionally brushed past the curtains, bringing a hint of coolness.

The lights gently outlined her figure, as if draping her in a dreamy veil.

Her dance was as light as a cloud, soft and beautiful, yet carrying strength.

It was like a breeze in spring, brushing across the lake to create ripples, and like a rain in a summer night, delicate and charming.

There was no background music, but she was already immersed in her own rhythm.

Her movements were sometimes as slow as flowing water, sometimes as swift as a startled swan; every turn, every lift of her eyes, was filled with emotion.

The beautician in front of him seemed to have broken out of a cocoon and turned into a butterfly, dancing gracefully in the space where light and shadow intertwined.

Tang Song watched, mesmerized, his gaze always following her figure.

After a long while, the dance slowly stopped.

Zhao Yaqian panted lightly, fine beads of sweat seeping from her forehead, her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, like a lotus blooming in the morning dew.

She turned around, looking at him with eyes full of expectation. "Do you like it, Brother Song?"

Tang Song didn't answer immediately, just smiled gently.

Then, he picked up the guitar on the floor and held it in his arms.

His gaze was as deep as the night, firmly locked on her.

Zhao Yaqian was stunned, her eyes lighting up bit by bit, and her heartbeat accelerated accordingly.

"Ding ding dong dong~~"

The guitar strings were plucked lightly, the soft prelude flowing like a trickling stream in the room.

It carried warmth and deep affection, and also carried a certain unspeakable emotion.

As the prelude ended, Tang Song's clear and magnetic voice sounded.

It was like the night wind brushing across the lake.

"JBGM: The books always love to write about the pleasantly surprised evening, the half-car of the prime minister, and the conversation between him and her..."

Her mood was also gently stirred by the singing; Zhao Yaqian's eyelashes trembled, as if she had been struck by something.

Tang Song stood up, took a step forward, and was very close to the beautician.

He gazed into her eyes.

"JBGM: Slowly liking you, slowly becoming intimate, slowly talking about ourselves—"

Zhao Yaqian's pearly teeth gently bit her lower lip, and her eyes gradually moistened.

In a trance, a crisp system prompt sounded in Tang Song's ear.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player, 【Partner - Zhao Yaqian】 Cultivation Plan Task 6 【Canary's Soar】 has been completed."

"【Partner - Zhao Yaqian】 growth progress +20%."

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"【Partner - Zhao Yaqian】 obtained 【Comprehension +2】."

"【Partner - Zhao Yaqian】 obtained 【Canary's Glory Gift Pack *1】."

The singing gradually ended, and the room fell into a brief silence.

The beautician's chest heaved, and she rushed up directly, kissing his lips heavily.

The strings vibrated, the tail note lingering.

It was salty.

Although she was awesome in the novel, when it really came to reality, she was really cowardly.

Especially since the other party was also an "evil villain" who often stepped on her head and bullied her like Xiao Jing.

If it really came to that step.

Wouldn't she be peeing on her head?

Shen Yu Yan looked at her best friend, but a light of unknown meaning shone in her eyes.

She reached out and hugged Xu Qing into her arms, leaned down, approached her ear, and said like an orchid, "Alright, don't be afraid, who told us to be best friends, I can help you."

Xu Qing immediately perked up, "How to help?"

Shen Yu Yan curled her lips and said slowly, "If Tang Song really wants to play something special, perhaps I can, for you, sacrifice a little and satisfy him."

Then, she gently bit her earlobe.

Xu Qing's face turned red to the point of dripping blood.

After a moment, she turned her head stiffly, looked at her old best friend, her eyes going from shock to shyness to struggle.

After stuttering for a long time, she finally said, "Then what if Little Song Zi wants to play something more special?"

Saying that, she timidly extended 4 fingers.

Shen Yu Yan: (......)