Chapter 650: Innate Fitness Saint Body, Retribution?

As everyone knows, one should not spend too much time in a hot spring in a single session.

Otherwise, it is very easy to experience a series of "spring-drunk" reactions—such as dizziness, rapid heartbeat, and weak limbs—due to the high water temperature and accelerated blood circulation.

Take Yao Lingling at this very moment, for example.

Her face, which was already flushed, was now beet red; her lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were somewhat unfocused.

She felt dizzy all over, as if she were stepping on cotton.

With her head lowered, she crawled out of the hot spring pool using both hands and feet, haphazardly wrapping her still-trembling body in a bathrobe.

She cast a swift, wary glance in Tang Song's direction.

"Um, Senior," she whispered, "I... I'm not feeling very well. I'm going inside to rehydrate."

Having said that, she didn't even bother with her slippers and quickly ducked into the warm light of the villa.

Watching her panicked, fleeing figure, Tang Song let out a long breath and stood up from the hot spring.

Because of the water temperature, his cold, fair skin was flushed with a healthy red glow.

He looked down at his right hand.

His heartbeat just wouldn't slow down.

Unlike the hourglass-shaped, voluptuous figures of the older sister and the "foreign mare," the little junior sister had a standard pear-shaped figure.

Her upper body was extremely slender and delicate, while her lower body was exceptionally full.

From slender to voluptuous—this intense contrast in both sight and touch.

The impact it created possessed an indescribable aesthetic.

Tang Song's throat bobbed involuntarily.

He returned to his first-floor bedroom, walked quickly into the bathroom, and rinsed his body with warm water.

He changed into a loose, comfortable set of casual clothes.

Picking up his phone, he saw that there were already quite a few unread messages.

It is worth mentioning that Tian Jing's trip to the Imperial Capital was coming to an end, and she had now officially taken over 【Jingyi Asset Management】.

Next, she would represent 【Jingyi Asset Management】 in contacting the 【Tang Jin Family Office】 to complete the handover of the agency rights for the first property asset.

As for the contact person, it was Tina Spencer, a committee member responsible for managing this sector at Tang Jin—a genuine old-money European aristocrat.

In Lin Mu's briefing, this name had been highlighted.

But in Tang Song's current memories, he had not yet truly met this Ms. Spencer.

After replying to Tian Jing's message,

Tang Song was just about to put his phone down.

"~~"

The notification sound for a WeChat video call suddenly rang out in the quiet room.

【Cheng Qiuqiu】

Tang Song was slightly stunned, then smiled and answered the video.

The next second, Cheng Qiuqiu's cold, pretty face filled the entire screen.

She seemed to have just finished her evening home workout.

She was wearing a simple blue long-sleeved yoga top and black tight yoga pants.

Her jet-black long hair was coiled up, revealing a smooth, full forehead and an exquisite, slender swan neck.

Under the soft indoor lighting, she appeared exceptionally clean and elegant, like a quiet camellia flower stained with evening dew.

Only, there was a hint of imperceptible unease in her eyes at this moment.

"Tang Song, am I disturbing you?" Cheng Qiuqiu spoke first, her voice lower than usual.

"Not at all. What's wrong? My designer friend, calling so late—did you miss me?"

Cheng Qiuqiu let out a soft gasp, her expression instantly becoming unnatural. "No—um—that—"

She seemed not to know how to organize her words, finally just saying, "It snowed today, and it's very dark. Lingling went home and won't be back all weekend. I'm home alone, and because I had to ask for leave, I finished next week's work in advance."

Hearing her words, Tang Song understood instantly.

He and Cheng Qiuqiu had had many deep interactions in the dream world, so he naturally knew her personality and past.

Although this girl looked cold and aloof on the outside, she was actually very timid and extremely lacking in a sense of security.

She was especially afraid of the dark and being alone.

That was why, even though she didn't get along with her classmates, she had never moved out of the dormitory.

After graduation, she took the initiative to rent an apartment with Gao Mengting, a senior she wasn't very close to, and later moved to Beicheng Garden with Lingling.

Now, in a brand-new, unfamiliar environment, and encountering a dark, snowy night,

being home alone, she must have felt immense loneliness and unease.

Tang Song's gaze softened significantly, and he said in a joking tone:

"Alone, huh? Do you want me to come over and sleep with you?"

"Uh!" Cheng Qiuqiu's expression instantly tightened, and she waved her hands hurriedly. "No, no, I—I just wanted to talk to you."

Tang Song chuckled, not teasing her further, and began to chat with her.

The two chatted quietly like this, from the beautiful first snow in Yancheng to the environment of her new home, and then to her childhood life in Rongcheng.

Gradually, a relaxed smile appeared on Cheng Qiuqiu's face.

After a full twenty minutes or so,

Cheng Qiuqiu said in a low voice, "I'm fine now. I just wanted to talk to you. Um, I'm hanging up now."

"Wait a second."

Cheng Qiuqiu looked at him in confusion.

A brilliant smile appeared on Tang Song's lips. "You still haven't told me: did you miss me?"

Cheng Qiuqiu hesitated, and only after a long while did she slowly nod. "—Yes."

"Goodnight, Cheng Qiuqiu."

"Goodnight."

He hung up the phone.

Tang Song shook his head and put the phone down.

The pity he felt for Cheng Qiuqiu lingered for a long time.

This trip to Rongcheng, he had to solve her problems.

For Cheng Qiuqiu, her grandmother, her mother, and even her deceased father were all hurdles she couldn't overcome.

It wasn't just a simple childhood trauma; it could even be said to have formed a psychological disorder.

After pondering for a while, Tang Song's gaze uncontrollably drifted toward the ceiling—

that is, the little junior sister's bedroom on the second floor.

A faint smile curled his lips.

As a standard lecher,

in an environment with the right time (a night of first snow), the right place (a private hot spring villa), and the right people (a little junior sister who offered a kiss),

if he could still remain calm, he truly wouldn't be human.

Meanwhile, inside the second-floor bedroom,

Yao Lingling, having finished her shower, had half-dry hair, and her bikini had been replaced by a small camisole and leggings.

Her mind was still filled with the passionate kiss that had nearly suffocated her, as well as Tang Song's scorching hands.

She subconsciously licked her still-slightly-swollen lips, as if the senior's scent still lingered there.

【I—I actually took the initiative to kiss the senior and even used my tongue!】

【Ahhhhh! Yao Lingling! You bad woman!】

【Who am I? Who is Yao Lingling?】

She covered her burning cheeks and jumped in place several times before she could barely calm her boiling brain.

She walked to the full-length mirror.

The person in the mirror had flushed cheeks and eyes veiled in a mist of water, looking so shy that even she felt like a stranger.

Her gaze moved downward, and looking at her own flat chest, she couldn't help but sigh again.

"Sigh, if only this part were as promising as my butt..."

Immediately, she picked up a bottle of peach-scented body lotion, squeezed it into her palm, and began to apply it carefully.

Her fair palms glided over her collarbone, arms, and thighs...

Every stroke reminded her of the temperature of Tang Song's palms just moments ago, and his perfect, Greek-sculpture-like body.

Yao Lingling's face began to flush uncontrollably again.

Honestly, the senior was truly a "sea king."

His hands were truly amazing and skilled; even though he had only kneaded her casually, it still made her heart race even now.

However, this at least proved that she was indeed attractive to him.

After all, she had clearly felt the senior's "impulse."

These months of squats hadn't been in vain.

Thinking of the senior just downstairs,

Yao Lingling pressed her full, toned thighs together, feeling somewhat restless.

Having had a crush for so long, the intertwining of physical and psychological attraction made it impossible for her to stay calm.

Being bold and lustful, she couldn't control the prehistoric power within her.

However... the passionate kiss just now had already been too much.

Since returning from the hot spring, the senior hadn't sent her a message.

Nor had he come to find her.

She didn't know what he was thinking right now.

If she really couldn't resist a "night raid"...

would the senior think she was a shameless, lustful girl?

【Oh my! Oh my!】

【Yao Lingling! How could you be like this!?】

"Pat, pat~~"

Yao Lingling patted her own thighs.

But the more she tried to restrain herself, the itchier her heart felt.

It made her whole body feel hot, and her hand subconsciously fell to her lower abdomen.

Her eyes became watery.

Just at this moment,

"Knock, knock, knock—"

A moderate knock on the door suddenly rang out.

Yao Lingling felt as if she had been electrocuted; she quickly withdrew her left hand, feeling both panicked and happy.

She asked, knowing the answer, "Who—who is it?"

"It's me." Tang Song's deep, magnetic voice came from outside the door. "You're not asleep yet, are you?"

"No! No!"

Yao Lingling immediately checked her appearance in the full-length mirror, hurriedly tidying up her still-damp hair.

Then, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

Tang Song, having changed into loose casual clothes, appeared outside the door.

A simple solid-colored T-shirt and comfortable straight-leg pants set off his broad shoulders and tall, upright figure perfectly.

He looked refreshed and full of a lazy, homey vibe, so handsome it made one's legs go weak.

"Senior," Yao Lingling whispered.

"I heard you running so fast just now, and I was afraid you might be uncomfortable from being in the hot spring too long, so I came to check on you."

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Senior."

"As long as you're fine." Tang Song's gaze fell on her toes, which were slightly curled from nervousness, and he walked in naturally,

closing the door behind him.

In the quiet bedroom, only the sound of their intertwined breathing remained.

As their eyes met, the air seemed to become thick.

Tang Song leaned forward slightly, a charming smile on his lips.

The little junior sister, having just bathed, had half-dry hair and emitted a clean, sweet scent—a mixture of shower gel and the unique fragrance of a young girl.

"Thump, thump, thump—"

Yao Lingling felt as if she could clearly hear her own heartbeat, each beat louder than the last.

Her throat bobbed slightly, and her pink lips parted unconsciously. "Senior—"

Tang Song reached out and placed his hand gently on the little junior sister's soft, slender waist. "Lingling."

"Mm—" Yao Lingling's body trembled violently, her cheeks turning bright red.

Tang Song's gaze swept over her stunning curves, and he said with a straight face, "After soaking in a hot spring, your blood circulation accelerates and your pores open up; it's the best time for meridian clearing and body conditioning. I can feel that your lumbar spine and gluteus maximus are quite severely strained. Let me give you a massage to clear your meridians."

Yao Lingling was stunned, and her inner universe exploded.

【What, what, what?! Is the senior going to give me a massage?!】

【Does he think I'm stupid? Isn't this just wanting to...】

Her ears turned so red they looked like they were about to drip blood. "This—this is so embarrassing..."

"It's fine, who else would I do this for if you weren't my girlfriend?"

Yao Lingling felt like she was burning up. "That's true."

"Pat~~"

Tang Song patted her bouncy buttocks, his tone gentle. "Be good, lie down, and relax."

"—Oh."

Yao Lingling lowered her head and obediently lay on the soft bed, her heartbeat a tangled mess.

Her white camisole and black athletic shorts outlined her slender waist and firm, rounded curves.

A pair of honey-toned thighs, under the warm yellow light, were full of a unique charm.

Tang Song came to the bedside, his hand slowly landing on the dimples of her waist.

His warm, dry palms, possessing a wondrous sense of perception, pushed and pressed slowly down along her spine.

The force went from light to heavy, as he felt the meridian flow and muscle texture under every inch of the little junior sister's skin.

"Don't be nervous, slow your breathing."

"Mm—as expected, both sides of your lumbar spine are tense; these are the aftereffects of excessive weight-bearing during your workouts."

"... The lower back muscles are prone to compensation, and over time, they become sore."

His words were very natural, as if he were truly a virtuous and experienced old doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

Tang Song's hands, under the blessing of the 【Imperial Hand Meridian Regulation】 skill, seemed to possess a life of their own.

He focused on helping the little junior sister condition her meridians, tendons, and bones.

His fingertips traced the waist, back, and legs, and every tense muscle gradually loosened.

His fingertips felt as if they were sinking into a piece of soft silk, the touch supple and full of elasticity.

Tang Song's breathing also slowly became heavy.

Yao Lingling buried her head in her arms, her heartbeat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

She wasn't stupid, and she had seen some messy videos.

Naturally, she knew what Tang Song was doing.

【Ahhhhhhh! Senior, you really know how to do this!】

【It's over, it's over, if this continues...】

After a long while,

following an intense internal struggle,

"Senior!"

Yao Lingling suddenly shouted, lifting her head abruptly. Her entire face was as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes were glistening with moisture.

Tang Song's hands didn't stop. "What's wrong, Lingling?"

"I—I—I feel—"

Tang Song leaned down slightly, his voice deep. "Feel what?"

"Senior—you—you're so bad—"

Yao Lingling said one sentence.

Then, she suddenly flipped over, hugging Tang Song's shoulders.

With a backhand, she forcibly pinned him down.

It must be said, she was truly worthy of being an Innate Fitness Saint Body.

Large frame, good appetite, not picky about food, pear-shaped figure.

It was so sudden that even Tang Song couldn't react in time.

November 26, 2023, Sunday, foggy.

Early morning.

Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing that came into view was the ceiling light, which was so bright it was somewhat piercing.

Not just the bedroom, but the living room, kitchen, and bathroom lights were all on.

Cheng Qiuqiu sat up, looking at the unfamiliar environment, and stared blankly.

Her fear of the dark and being alone also stemmed from a childhood memory.

Back then, she hadn't started school yet, her father had passed away two years prior, and her mother was still in their hometown.

That summer in her memory was exceptionally hot, and even the air felt sticky.

Because she had played too hard in the courtyard during the day, she lay down on a bamboo mat in the afternoon and fell asleep without knowing it.

By the time she woke up again, it was completely dark.

Not the kind of dusk with the lingering warmth of sunset, but pure, pitch-black darkness without any light.

The power was out, her mother wasn't home, and the old wooden door was bolted shut from the outside with a heavy latch.

There were also wild dogs that had snuck into the courtyard from somewhere, rummaging for food outside the door, occasionally letting out hair-raising whimpers.

Not even five years old, she was so scared that she curled up in the corner of the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, crying non-stop.

It wasn't until late at night that her grandmother, worried, came over with a flashlight and found her locked alone in the dark room, having cried until she was nearly exhausted.

It was also on that day that her grandmother and mother had their most intense argument.

The next day, her mother packed her bags and left home without looking back, going to Rongcheng to work.

She naturally became a left-behind child.

The fear of being abandoned, intertwined with the darkness of that night, became a nightmare she couldn't escape.

If it hadn't been for the video chat with Tang Song before going to sleep last night, she definitely would have had a nightmare again.

Cheng Qiuqiu got out of bed, walked to the bedroom window, and pulled back the curtains.

Outside the window was a thick, grayish-white fog.

She couldn't see the buildings in the distance, nor could she see the streets on the ground; there were only the halos of a few streetlights.

She let out a soft breath and picked up her fully charged phone.

She checked the time; it was almost time.

Cheng Qiuqiu took a photo of the view outside the window and shared it with Tang Song.

Her fingertips hesitated on the input box for a long time before she carefully typed a line: "Good morning, the fog is so thick today. I'm thinking about what to have for breakfast."

This was a small communication habit between them, usually starting with breakfast.

However, this time, Tang Song didn't reply as quickly as usual.

Perhaps he was busy with something, or perhaps he was too tired from last night and hadn't woken up yet.

She stared at the phone screen, refreshing the WeChat list page over and over again, waiting for that familiar avatar to light up.

After a long while,

"Buzz, buzz—" the phone finally vibrated.

【Tang Song: "(^_^) / Good morning, Cheng Qiuqiu. There's a Fumin Breakfast shop diagonally across from the East Gate of Beicheng Garden that has pretty good steamed buns. You can try them. It's worth mentioning that their chili oil is very fragrant; it should suit your taste."】

Cheng Qiuqiu's heart jumped, and her cheeks quickly turned rosy.

How did he know there was a good steamed bun shop here? He even specifically mentioned the chili oil.

Was it because of me? Did he... pay special attention?

A huge, overwhelming joy surrounded her.

Cheng Qiuqiu replied quickly.

The smile on her face grew wider, and her mood became incomparably bright.

After chatting, she changed into yoga clothes and completed her daily training in the spacious living room.

Afterward, she couldn't wait to put on her thick down jacket, pass through the fog-filled residential area, and arrive at that "Fumin Breakfast Shop."

She bought the steamed buns Tang Song had mentioned.

Dipping them in plenty of chili oil and fragrant vinegar, she ate them in small bites.

They were truly delicious.

She wondered what Tang Song was doing right now.

Was he eating steamed buns too?

By the time she finished breakfast, the morning light had already appeared.

The fog had also become a bit thinner.

Just as she returned upstairs,

"Ring, ring—" her phone suddenly rang.

【Aunt Wang Aijuan】

Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly answered the phone. "Hello? Aunt Wang."

Wang Aijuan was one of the few old neighbors her mother had a decent relationship with, and she was also Gao Junfeng's mother.

Immediately after, Aunt Wang's voice, filled with a hint of anxiety, came through the receiver: "Cheng Qiuqiu! There's something I have to tell you—"

"What is it? Please tell me, Aunt Wang."

"Actually, your mom didn't want me to tell you, but I thought about it and felt you should know." Aunt Wang's voice was hesitant. "Your mom is in the hospital now."

"What happened to her?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's hand holding the phone trembled violently, but her voice remained strangely calm, even cold.

Wang Aijuan continued: "Yesterday, yesterday when they went to protect their rights, they got into a fight with the people from the developer's side. Your mom was pushed down, hit the back of her head on the ground, and bled a lot. But don't worry, the doctor said they checked her and there's no major problem, just a mild concussion."

Cheng Qiuqiu's brows furrowed tightly, and she asked in confusion, "Protect their rights? What rights?"

"It's all because of that apartment in Harmony Elegant Residence!"

"What apartment?"

"Oh my, your mom didn't tell you about this?" Wang Aijuan sighed and explained the ins and outs of the matter.

More than two years ago, when Cheng Qiuqiu was just a junior in college, her mother, Li Meihua, had used her life savings to buy a small new apartment in the new district of Rongcheng in full.

The apartment should have been delivered in March of this year, but the developer kept delaying it for various reasons.

It wasn't until some time ago that news suddenly came out.

The developer's capital chain had broken, they had gone bankrupt, and the apartment had become a completely unfinished project.

Li Meihua and other owners had been trying to find ways to protect their rights.

Just yesterday, they went to the developer's company together to protest with banners, and an accident happened.

Wang Aijuan paused, her tone becoming somewhat embarrassed. "—Cheng Qiuqiu, you see, I came here on short notice, and I don't have much money on me. Could you—come back as soon as possible?"

Listening to the words on the other end of the phone, Cheng Qiuqiu was silent for a long time.

She whispered, "Aunt Wang, I'll transfer some money to you in a bit. I'll be back tomorrow."

"Hey, that's not what I meant, there's no need—"

"It's okay, Aunt Wang. That's all for now, I'm hanging up to check the train tickets."

She hung up the phone.

Cheng Qiuqiu pressed her lips together, opened WeChat with a blank expression, and transferred 20,000 yuan to Wang Aijuan.

Although she hadn't been graduated long, thanks to the income from freelance work and the high salary from 【Songmei Apparel】, she had some savings.

She put down the phone.

Cheng Qiuqiu let out a breath, her gaze staring blankly into space.

The old, broken-down place they lived in in Rongcheng had always been rented.

Over the years, her mother had been stingy and never willing to buy a house.

As a result, by the time housing prices rose all the way up, she had sold at the highest point and fallen into a trap.

What she couldn't understand was why that woman, who had been stingy her whole life, had suddenly been willing to take out so much money to buy an apartment in the new district in full.

And as far as she knew, her father's death compensation had always been kept by her mother in a fixed-term bank deposit.

In that case, that money had probably gone down the drain along with it.

Thinking of this, she felt it was somewhat ironic.

Back then, when her grandmother was sick and hospitalized and needed medical expenses, her mother hadn't been willing to take out that money to try to save her.

Now, it was just great; it had inexplicably been dumped into an unfinished building, and now it was gone.

Could this be considered retribution?

Tears slid down her cheeks before she knew it, feeling cool. ===== CHAPTER 651 =====