Chapter 651: Good Sisters, Unexpected Encounter

Cloud Creek Valley Resort, Moon View Villa Suite.

The winter morning sun pierced through the gaps in the curtains, casting bright spots of light in the room.

Yao Lingling opened her eyes amidst a soft, fragrant warmth.

Her body felt as if it had been repeatedly crushed by a steamroller, so sore she didn't have a shred of strength.

Her mind was blank at first.

Then, the crazy images from last night surged up uncontrollably like a breached dam.

"Boom—"

A surge of heat rushed from her tailbone straight to her crown.

Yao Lingling's face turned bright red instantly, and she let out a shameful whimper.

She buried her head directly into the pillow that still held his scent.

【It's over, it's over, I can't face anyone...】

【I—I actually slept with the senior!!!】

【And—and I was so proactive...】

But what should last night's events be considered?

The ultimate experience of a "one-day couple" date? Or something else?

How should they get along from now on?

Should they retreat to the safe distance of senior and junior, pretending nothing happened?

Or how did the senior view her?

Panicked thoughts flew through her mind like snowflakes.

"Oh my! Oh my! Shameless Lingling!"

Yao Lingling, wrapped in the quilt like a caterpillar, rolled back and forth on the bed, occasionally letting out shy, low hums.

After playing the "ostrich" for several minutes in self-deception,

she suddenly sat up in bed, a vibrant, energetic smile reappearing on her face.

The foundation of her personality was, after all, sunny and optimistic.

When the initial shame gradually faded, a stronger sweetness and joy, bubbling up like bubbles, began to occupy her heart.

Whatever! Anyway, she had finally reached this step with the male god senior she had been longing for.

Between her and him, there was now the most intimate bond.

It was simply too happy.

But honestly, the senior was truly amazing!

It was just that bad habit of spanking; it was truly a bit too shameful.

But that was indeed her greatest advantage.

It was clear that the senior really liked it.

Just at this moment, there was a "click."

The bedroom door was gently opened from the outside.

A familiar sound of footsteps approached, and Tang Song's tall, handsome figure appeared at the doorway.

He must have taken another shower after exercising; he looked fresh, clean, and extraordinarily handsome.

As their eyes met,

Tang Song's gaze shifted slightly downward involuntarily, and his lips curled upward.

Actually, there were differences even between A-cups.

The little junior sister was that standard A-cup, with a difference of about 8 centimeters between her upper and lower chest measurements, possessing a clear, petite curve.

If, like last night, she squeezed a little, she could also achieve some results.

Of course, for the well-traveled Tang Song, this unique scenery was quite fresh.

The smile on Yao Lingling's face stiffened, and she immediately pulled the quilt up, wrapping it around her shoulders and hiding her little A-cups tightly.

Only after doing all this did she feel slightly less ashamed.

"Good—good morning, Senior—"

Seeing her cute reaction, Tang Song laughed out loud.

Yao Lingling's face flushed red, and she picked up the pillow beside her and threw it at him, saying shyly and angrily, "Hey, hey, hey, don't expose people's shortcomings! Isn't it just that my chest is small?! Is it necessary to laugh so happily?!"

The pillow hit Tang Song's chest softly, with no force at all; it was more like she was acting spoiled.

"I wasn't laughing at your chest being small; it's quite cute."

Yao Lingling lowered her head, feeling somewhat at a loss from Tang Song's praise.

Tang Song held the pillow in his hand and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

The mattress sank slightly.

The unique scent he carried—a mixture of the morning chill and male hormones—followed.

It made Yao Lingling's heart skip a beat.

Looking at Tang Song's peerlessly handsome face and the faintly visible muscle lines, she felt a dry throat. He truly was a male succubus!

She hadn't felt this way before when they hadn't had such intimate contact.

Now, she could finally feel his charm intuitively.

Just then, the quilt was suddenly lifted by a gap, and a cool hand reached in.

Yao Lingling's expression froze, and she subconsciously shrank back.

Tang Song let out a soft breath, squinting his eyes as he watched the little junior sister's interesting reaction.

In the morning, the two played wildly in the resort for a long while.

They screamed their lungs out in the KTV, competed fiercely in the game arcade for a "high score record," and even went to experience cave exploration...

At noon, Yao Lingling dragged Tang Song to the resort's top-tier French restaurant.

They ordered a couple's set meal full of ritualistic charm.

Time, amidst the laughter and joy,

quietly arrived at the afternoon.

When the two returned to the "Moon View" villa hidden deep in the bamboo forest,

the warm winter sun had already slanted westward, casting long shadows on the snow.

This dreamlike hot spring trip had officially come to an end.

Tang Song first handled a few urgent work emails sent by the company before packing his things.

Carrying his bag, he walked out of the first-floor bedroom.

Going up to the second floor, the little junior sister's bedroom door was wide open.

The room had been tidied up by her, the bed made meticulously, even the corners of the quilt tucked in squarely, showing no traces of the "battle" from last night.

She had changed into the simple yet figure-flattering daily outfit she had worn when she arrived yesterday.

At this moment, she was facing away from the door, bending over, carefully stuffing the last few cosmetics into her backpack.

Her slender waist, which could barely be held in one hand, and the rounded buttocks wrapped in jeans below formed a nearly exaggerated, perfect "hourglass" shape.

After experiencing the madness of last night, Tang Song could more deeply appreciate the astonishing superiority of the little junior sister's Innate Fitness Saint Body.

His heart couldn't help but feel hot again.

But after all, it was the other person's first time, so there should still be some restraint.

Seeming to hear the movement at the door, Yao Lingling turned around.

She beamed. "Senior! I'm all packed! Should we—should we go now?"

Her voice carried a sense of loss she hadn't even noticed herself.

Tang Song walked up and asked in a half-joking tone:

"May I ask Junior Sister Lingling, are you satisfied with the performance of your 'one-day boyfriend'? If you were to rate it, could you give it a five-star review? Friendly reminder, there's a cashback for good reviews."

Yao Lingling was stunned, then seriously crossed her arms over her chest and looked him up and down.

Then, imitating the tone of a food review blogger, she evaluated him seriously: "Hmm—looks, figure, and service attitude are all quite good.

The massage technique is superb, but as for core business ability—"

She leaned closer as she said this, playfully adding, "I don't know much about that; after all, it was only once, the data is too sparse to evaluate, hee hee."

Tang Song's eyes were filled with smiles, and he reached out and patted her behind with moderate force, feeling the Q-bounce of explosive power.

"Then do you want to 'verify' it again?"

"Ah! Senior, you're so bad!"

The pure little junior sister covered her butt, her cheeks flushing again.

Immediately, she reached out her hand and said righteously, "Right! Where's the 'cashback'?"

Tang Song blinked. "I'll give it to you another day."

"Hmph, you wouldn't be trying to renege on the debt, would you?"

"That's impossible."

Amidst the laughter and noise, the slight melancholy of parting was instantly washed away.

In the evening, the Bentley Continental GT slowly stopped outside the North City Garden residential area.

The early winter night arrived exceptionally early.

The streetlights were already on, and the dim yellow halos stretched their shadows long.

Tang Song accompanied Yao Lingling, walking her all the way to the downstairs of Building 4.

The little junior sister, who had been chattering away, suddenly fell silent.

She looked up at Tang Song before her, and those eyes that always shone with light flickered with complex emotions.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Tang Song asked softly.

Yao Lingling bit her lower lip and asked in a seemingly casual, friendly chat tone, "Senior, what is your relationship with President Gao?"

"Boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Then... what about Sister Wen Ruan? Is she also—"

"Also."

"And that—your Assistant Lin, is she also one?"

Tang Song looked at her without the slightest concealment or evasion, answering frankly, "Mm, yes."

Yao Lingling watched him quietly for a while, then suddenly laughed.

She seemed to have returned to her usual carefree, heartless, and cheerful self.

She reached out her finger and poked Tang Song's chest, teasing, "Good guy! So you really are a total scumbag, Senior!"

Tang Song coughed awkwardly. "Uh—I guess so, don't you always call me bad?"

The two had always been good friends, often teasing each other online, and their chat style had always been very casual.

It was just that in this regard, he truly felt a bit guilty.

Yao Lingling looked at him like that and laughed even more happily.

The wind blew, and her hair fluttered gently.

Suddenly, she stood on tiptoe and pressed her cold cheek gently against his.

Tang Song's gaze flickered, just about to say something.

The little junior sister quickly "pecked" him on the lips, her cheeks bright red.

She whispered shyly and seriously, "I was really happy this weekend. I just hope that in the future, I can still play ball with you, Senior."

After saying this, she didn't dare to linger and turned to run.

When she reached the entrance of the unit, she couldn't help but look back.

She gave him a smile that seemed to melt the entire winter night.

"Goodbye, Senior."

Tang Song gazed at her, his heart stirred slightly. "Goodbye, Lingling."

Her figure disappeared into the unit door.

After a long while, Tang Song withdrew his gaze and exhaled a puff of white air.

He turned and walked away.

The white Bentley Continental GT lit up.

The wheels crushed the withered yellow leaves as it drove onto the city's expressway.

The neon lights outside the car window stretched into blurred trails of light.

More than ten minutes later,

it slowly drove into the underground garage of Yanjing Huating.

The elevator went straight up and stopped at the 5th floor.

"Ding—"

The door opened, and Tang Song stepped inside.

The indoor lighting was soft, warm, and elegant.

The sound of a variety show came from the living room, mixed with the sweet scent of butter popcorn.

Tang Song changed into slippers and came to the living room.

He saw the beautician curled up on the off-white sofa; her legs were tucked in, she was holding a plush pillow, and her gaze was focused on the TV screen.

Hearing the movement, Zhao Yaqian turned her head immediately, and the moment she saw him, she beamed.

"Brother Song, you're here!"

She practically sprang up from the sofa, her voice filled with uncontainable joy and delight.

She was wearing a striped camisole dress in off-white and gray.

The material of the dress was soft knit, clinging tightly to her graceful figure, and a pair of perfect wine-glass legs shimmered with a warm, delicate luster like milk under the soft living room light.

"Good evening, Qian Qian." Tang Song smiled and opened his arms to her.

The beautician chuckled and lunged at him with her long legs.

A fragrant breeze brushed his face, and Tang Song felt his body sink as Zhao Yaqian hung onto him.

A strong, sweet scent rushed into his nasal cavity.

Immediately after, kisses as dense and passionate as raindrops fell on his lips, temples, eyes, and neck—the two of them lingered at the entrance for a long while.

Tang Song squeezed the beautician's wine-glass legs and asked with a smile, "You haven't eaten yet, right? Do you want to go eat fried skewers together?"

"Okay! Okay!" Zhao Yaqian immediately gave him a heavy kiss on the cheek before reluctantly jumping off him. "Wait for me, I'll go change my clothes right away!"

After saying this, she "clattered" as she ran into the bedroom.

When she came out again, she had changed into a fashionable winter outfit.

She ran to Tang Song, struck a cool pose, tilted her small face full of collagen, and said in a spoiled tone, "Brother Song,

do I look good?"

"You look good." Tang Song's tone was full of doting. "Our Qian Qian looks the most beautiful in anything."

"Hee hee, I'll definitely pass this sentence on to Lin Mu word for word later. She's coming back to Yancheng the day after tomorrow, right? I haven't seen her for a week."

"Mm, she already arrived in the Imperial Capital today, handling some work there, and will be back the day after tomorrow."

"What kind of work? I asked her, but she wouldn't tell me; she's being all mysterious."

Tang Song tilted his head slightly, looked at her big, curious eyes, and smiled. "She's going to meet a 'good sister.' I'll introduce her to you later."

The beautician was stunned for a moment, then smiled. "What's her name?"

"Tian Jing. You can just call her Xiao Jing." Tang Song's tone became somewhat meaningful. "I believe you two will definitely become good friends."

The beautician's eyes flickered imperceptibly; although she didn't understand the hidden meaning, she nodded obediently.

The entrance to the familiar pedestrian street appeared before them again.

People were coming and going, bustling and noisy, with neon lights flickering.

Juicy sweet potato skin, grilled starch sausages, fried quail eggs, sizzling lamb skewers—the beautician held Tang Song's hand.

As they walked, she told him about her interesting experiences over the past two days.

It is worth mentioning that since taking over the TC Club, she had become obsessed with a new hobby—perfume blending.

While biting into a golden, crispy tornado potato tower, she enthusiastically shared the top, middle, and base notes of various spices with Tang Song.

She even stated that once she researched a new scent, she would let Tang Song try it first.

The 19-year-old beautician, with that serious yet spoiled look, was extremely cute.

Imperial Capital.

A black Bentley drove into a Chinese classical-style courtyard without any eye-catching signs.

Tian Jing sat in the spacious and comfortable back seat, her gaze looking through the car window, curiously examining this top-tier private club that only existed in the mouths of a few.

Blue bricks and black tiles, carved beams and painted rafters.

Every detail revealed a calm and heavy foundation belonging to the top-tier power of China.

Her heart rose to her throat involuntarily.

Although Tang Song had already "spoiled" it for her in advance, saying that tonight Lin Mu would introduce her to a "very important" person,

when this moment truly arrived, she still felt immense nervousness.

Who would it be? Would it unlock any new roles?

The car stopped steadily in front of the main building, and the driver stepped out quickly to open the door for her.

Tian Jing took a deep breath, tidied up the small Chanel-style suit she had carefully chosen, picked up her bag, and followed the waiter inside.

Passing through a corridor filled with calligraphy and paintings by famous masters,

she finally saw the figure waiting at the entrance of the "Ziyun" private room.

Lin Mu was wearing a well-tailored dark gray wool suit skirt, her face made up with exquisite and sharp makeup, and her hair was elegantly coiled up.

She just stood there casually, her gaze cold, full of the charm of a mature professional woman.

"Xiao Jing, you're late." Lin Mu said lightly, cold and composed.

The aura of Empress Lin Mu was faintly visible.

It was clear that she wanted to give the other party a bit of a "show of force" to make her show some respect.

After all, the previous 3-person trip had truly brought her no small amount of psychological trauma.

Now, the evolved Empress Lin Mu wanted to suppress the other party.

However, Tian Jing didn't seem to notice.

She stepped forward quickly, hugged Lin Mu affectionately, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her directly on the face with a "mua."

"Sorry, Lin Mu, kept you waiting. Mua!"

Another kiss.

Lin Mu's eyelid twitched, and the coldness she had been faking broke down a bit.

Tian Jing said sweetly, "Long time no see. You didn't come to my birthday party last time; I missed you to death. Mua!"

"Alright, alright!" Lin Mu hurriedly blocked her, shivering all over.

This Tian Jing was truly evil; she came up and started sticking to her.

It felt like being sexually harassed.

Tian Jing blinked at her, her face full of sincerity and enthusiasm.

Ever since she learned there was a Jin Meixiao above her, she had discarded the small thoughts of being the "main palace" and contentedly became a "puppy" for Tang Song and the Empress.

For Lin Mu, who was also a woman of Tang Song, she naturally wouldn't be hostile.

She was even looking forward to playing games together in the future, preferably adding Xu Qing.

Just like the 3-person trip last time.

Of course, adding more people was also fine.

Lin Mu exhaled and said seriously, "Next, I'm going to take you to meet an important person. Let's go."

"Mm." Tian Jing nodded vigorously.

She followed Lin Mu into the door of the inner private room.

A mellow scent, mixed with top-tier agarwood and Cuban cigars, rushed toward them.

Tian Jing's gaze fell immediately on the foreign woman sitting in the yellow rosewood chair.

She was in her 30s, with an impeccably elegant posture.

Even a simple action like tasting a cigar was full of aristocratic aura.

Seeing the two enter, the woman put down her cigar and stood up elegantly.

Her gaze swept over Tian Jing, and then she extended her hand. "Hello, Miss Tian Jing, I've heard a lot about you."

"Xiao Jing, this is Ms. Spencer, Tina Spencer," Lin Mu introduced from the side. "A committee member of the Tang Jin Family Office, mainly responsible for the management and operation of all high-end property assets under the family office."

Tian Jing's heart stirred.

Sure enough, as she had expected, the so-called Tang Jin was the family office of Tang Song and Director Jin.

And this Tina Spencer, judging by her name and temperament, should be a European aristocrat with pure blood.

In terms of looks, she was a typical English beauty, but far less beautiful and sexy than Annie.

She still preferred playing with that wild, big foreign mare.

Although her heart was churning, on the surface, Tian Jing was exceptionally obedient and sweet.

She bowed slightly. "It's an honor to meet you, Ms. Spencer."

The three sat down again.

Lin Mu played the role of "intermediary" and "introducer" perfectly, skillfully guiding the topic so the atmosphere wouldn't be too awkward.

After a few pleasantries,

Tina cut straight to the point, taking an exquisitely bound folder from the briefcase beside her and placing it in front of Tian Jing.

"Miss Tian, since you are the 'agent' personally designated by President Tang, according to the family office's procedures, we will officially hand over the management rights of the first batch of property assets to 【Jingyi Asset Management】 under your name."

Tian Jing took it, somewhat flattered, and opened the folder curiously.

Tina's voice sounded unhurriedly from the side:

"The first batch of assets to be handed over mainly consists of three locations, all of which are top-tier private clubs we operate directly."

"The first is 【Tang Jin · WANO】 located in Ginza, Tokyo, with a Japanese-style restaurant style, mainly hosting our top-tier partners in Asia."

"The second is 【The Sovereign Club】 located in Marina Bay, Singapore, with a modern style, leaning more toward elite social networking in the financial and technology fields."

"The third, and the one with the highest value, is 【St. James's Legacy】 located in the Mayfair district of London—"

Listening to this series of famous place names and the introduction of top-tier clubs, Lin Mu's heart had already been stirred into huge waves.

Property asset handover?! And the first batch?!

Tang Song had actually already started letting Tian Jing touch the business of the Tang Jin Family Office!

In her heart, jealousy was inevitable.

But she quickly adjusted her mindset.

She was no longer who she used to be; Tang Song doing this naturally had his deep meaning.

Moreover, she was going to personally take over that even more magnificent 【Tang Jin Manor】 next.

Thinking of that top-tier manor comparable to a royal garden, Lin Mu squeezed her thighs hard, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Her heart was surging.

Tina paused and continued, "To ensure there are no problems during the handover process, you can first choose one of these three as a starting point, participate in its operation and management, familiarize yourself with the process, and then gradually proceed with the subsequent asset handover."

Tian Jing nodded hurriedly. "Okay, thank you for the arrangement, Ms. Spencer. Then I'll choose 【Tang Jin · WANO】 in Ginza, Tokyo."

She made this choice, of course, not out of any commercial consideration.

But purely out of personal preference.

She was very familiar with that side, and later she could justifiably call Tang Song and Lin Mu to go play some interesting games together.

Seeming to think of some image, Tian Jing's face also turned a bit red, and her legs clamped together involuntarily.

Tina looked at these two young girls across from her, a faint doubt appearing in those gray eyes that always carried a bit of scrutiny.

But she didn't think much of it.

The three continued to communicate for a while, finalizing the preliminary framework for the handover.

Tina stood up elegantly, her face still wearing that impeccable aristocratic smile. She smoothed her skirt and said in her pure English accent:

"Alright, ladies, the club just received a batch of special 'Mother Tree Da Hong Pao' tea, with excellent aroma. I think we should go downstairs together and taste it."

The two hurriedly stood up to follow.

Accompanied by the waiter, the three walked toward the exclusive tea room downstairs.

The light here was softer, and the air was filled with a faint, top-tier agarwood and tea fragrance.

After bypassing that huge carved sandalwood screen, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The next second, the three stopped at the same time, their expressions different.

Right at the innermost part of the hall, in the tea area separated by a huge carved sandalwood screen, a woman was sitting quietly.

She was wearing a cashmere dress with a minimalist cut, her jet-black hair casually pinned back with a simple wooden hairpin, and a set of primitive Ru ware tea sets was placed in front of her.

She wasn't looking out the window, but lowering her eyes, focused on the teacup in front of her with rising wisps of white steam.

She carried the grace and nobility accumulated over time.

Tina took a deep breath, a solemn look appearing on her face.

She took the initiative to step forward and come to her side. "Dear Ms. Ouyang, what a surprise. My schedule didn't show you would be here today. This is truly an unexpected honor."

Ouyang Xianyue slowly looked up, a faint smile rippling in those eyes that were always calm.

She looked at Tina, her voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone present: "The best things in life—"

"(The best things in life are always unexpected encounters, aren't they, Tina?)"

Immediately, she turned her gaze to the two young, pretty girls behind Tina.

In a tone that was nearly stating a fact, she said to Tina: "You just flew back from Europe; you haven't adjusted to the jet lag yet. You've been working hard on the family office's new project recently. Go to the suite upstairs and get some rest. Next, let me host them."

The smile on Tina's face stiffened for a moment.

Finally, she bowed slightly, responding with an impeccable posture: "Yes, Ms. Ouyang, you are right." ===== CHAPTER 652 =====

In the end, she still bowed slightly, responding with an impeccable posture: "Yes, Ms. Ouyang, you are right."