Chapter 663: The Diva's Birthday Invitation

Rongcheng Second People's Hospital.

Outside the window, the sky gradually took on an orange-red hue.

After completing the discharge procedures, Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu returned to the ward in a daze.

"Miss Cheng! Miss Cheng!"

The Shengtang Security special guards stationed at the door bowed slightly.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly bowed in return before quickly stepping into the ward.

Lawyer Luo Bin had left nearly an hour ago, yet she still felt somewhat dazed.

It felt as though she were dreaming.

She certainly knew Tang Song was formidable; during the team-building event at Wushan, she had witnessed his grandeur firsthand.

Yet she never imagined Tang Song would care about her so deeply.

Rongcheng and Yancheng were separated by 1,300 kilometers.

Despite being so busy, he had silently kept watch over her situation all along.

He had even arranged for a lawyer and security personnel in advance.

For Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, who had suffered from an extreme lack of security and belonging since childhood, the emotions stirring within her were beyond words.

She didn't even know how to say "thank you" to Tang Song.

That was why, even now, she hadn't dared to call him.

Seeing her daughter enter, Li Li Meixia, who had been restless, immediately rushed over and grabbed her hand.

First, she cautiously glanced at the men in black suits guarding the door, then pulled Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu to the far side of the ward.

In a voice only the two of them could hear, she asked urgently, "Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, that... that President Tang, who exactly is he?"

She had been holding that question in for three whole hours.

Earlier, with so many people in the ward gossiping, she hadn't dared to ask.

Now, finally, it was just the mother and daughter alone.

Those top-tier lawyers who only appeared in news reports, the black-clad bodyguards seen only in TV dramas, and [Xuyuan Real Estate]

along with [Lion Security]—the fearful, obsequious attitudes of those two groups toward them had shocked Li Li Meixia immensely.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu remained silent for a moment before saying softly, "He is my current company's boss."

"Boss?" Li Li Meixia blinked. "The one from that new company you mentioned, where the monthly salary exceeds ten thousand? Why would he go to such lengths to help us?"

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lip, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural, and did not answer her mother's question.

Li Li Meixia's heart skipped a beat; she stared fixedly at her daughter's eyes. "Could it be... he has some kind of idea about you?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head and sat on a stool in the corner. "Don't meddle in my affairs."

Seeing her daughter like this, Li Li Meixia instantly understood.

This was the flesh of her own flesh; even though they lacked communication, she still knew Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's personality.

If there truly were nothing going on, given her cold and stubborn nature, she would have immediately refuted it, not remained silent as she was doing now.

In other words, she really did have an ambiguous relationship with this mysterious boss.

That made sense; without such a special intimate connection, why would someone go to such great lengths to help?

Mobilizing such immense resources? Was he bored out of his mind?

She grabbed her daughter's arm, her face filled with panic. "Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, what... what exactly is going on?! I heard from Xiao Gao that you were dating a guy in Yancheng, a scumbag who was two-timing! Now, suddenly your boss appears? What is the situation here?!"

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu looked at her mother, pressed her lips together, and finally spoke. "The two people you mentioned are actually the same person."

Hearing this, Li Li Meixia was completely stunned: "What? This—"

She never expected that the "damn scumbag" and "daughter's boyfriend" she had been cursing behind her back was actually this all-powerful boss standing before her now.

This situation had completely exceeded the scope of her understanding.

Just then, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu added another sentence that left her even more bewildered: "Moreover, he is not my boyfriend; stop spreading rumors."

Li Li Meixia's hand tightened forcefully.

A terrifying thought surged from the depths of her heart.

Not a boyfriend?

Could it be that she was a mistress kept by a wealthy man?

Once this thought arose, it could no longer be suppressed.

She had struggled in the lowest rungs of society for half her life; in restaurant kitchens, in places mixed with all sorts of dubious characters, what dirty secrets hadn't she seen?

What filthy gossip hadn't she heard?

A wealthy boss and a young, beautiful female subordinate.

Did the matters behind such a pairing even need guessing?

Her family owed this person such a huge favor; a powerful boss who could turn clouds with a flip of his hand and rain with another—what could he possibly want?

It was nothing more than coveting her daughter's naturally beautiful appearance.

No wonder Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, fresh out of graduation, could earn such a high salary.

A sense of humiliation, mixed with anger at her daughter's "lack of ambition," instantly flooded her heart.

How could the daughter in whom she had placed all her hopes, the one she was so proud of, take such a path?

She opened her mouth, looking at her daughter's stubborn face, but not a single word of the prepared interrogation came out.

Because she knew it was her own incompetence that had forced her daughter to suffer alongside her for so many years.

It was her own foolishness that had lost the last bit of money their family had.

Now, it was this big boss who spent money and effort to pull them out of this muddy pit, hiring the best lawyers in the country and arranging bodyguards to protect them.

What right did she have to scold him?

Thinking of that "boss," who might even be older than herself, and her daughter, who was like a blooming flower.

Li Li Meixia's heart ached so much she could barely breathe.

Just then.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The sound of knocking rang out again.

Su Su Wenxuan, wearing a white coat, walked in holding a document.

"Dr. Su, you're here."

"Auntie Li, this is your final injury assessment report and discharge summary; the hospital administration has already stamped them. Please keep them safe."

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much, Dr. Su." Li Li Meixia hurriedly accepted them with both hands.

"No need for thanks; it's my duty."

Su Su Wenxuan stood there, his gaze inadvertently flickering toward Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu by the window; the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

He couldn't help but recall again the expression of his classmate who had come earlier, upon seeing Luo Bin and that entire "dream team of lawyers"—a look of shock so profound he nearly knelt on the spot.

That scene had been something else entirely.

Although he was extremely curious about the background of that mysterious "President Tang" and his true relationship with Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu.

He also had self-awareness, knowing that he and she belonged to two different worlds.

He was capable of letting go.

After all, his feelings for this cold beauty were mostly just a momentary infatuation; she was simply too beautiful.

In terms of personality, she wasn't really suitable to be a wife.

After chatting briefly for a few more sentences, Su Su Wenxuan excused himself to make rounds and turned to leave.

Watching his tall and refined retreating figure, Li Li Meixia's heart was filled with an indescribable regret.

In her view, this Dr. Su was truly a rare and excellent match.

Whether in profession, family background, or personality, he was flawless.

He was handsome too, making him an perfect match for her daughter.

She didn't know what kind of person that mysterious "President Tang" was, but subconsciously, she always felt that such an overwhelmingly powerful boss must be an older, serious middle-aged man.

She wanted to ask, but feared the security guards at the door might hear.

Having packed their few belongings, everything was ready.

The Shengtang Security personnel were highly efficient; one man easily lifted all the luggage in his hands.

Accompanied by four burly men in black suits, they walked outward.

In the corridor, whether it was the usually hurried doctors and nurses or other patients' families, upon seeing them, they instinctively stepped aside, casting looks mixed with awe and curiosity.

Downstairs, a solemn black Mercedes-Benz V-Class business van was parked quietly at the entrance.

The bodyguard opened the door, and the mother and daughter sat inside somewhat nervously.

The interior space was spacious, the decor luxurious, and it was so quiet one could almost hear breathing.

Li Li Meixia sat reservedly on the large aviation seat, her fingers gently stroking the soft, delicate Nappa leather.

Feeling this unprecedented special treatment reserved only for VIPs, she was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

The two business vans drove along the main road for a while.

Then slowly entered an old resettlement community filled with a strong sense of local life.

When the car reached the community gate, the security guard, who usually ignored her or even occasionally made things difficult, almost immediately ran out of the booth, bowing and scraping to personally raise the barrier for them.

The brand-new, luxurious Mercedes-Benz business van formed an extremely stark, incongruous contrast with the mottled buildings and messy surroundings.

Cheng Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head, clutching her phone, with Tang Song's chat window displayed on the screen.

She typed and deleted, hesitating over what to send.

Soon, the car approached the familiar Building No. 7.

Li Li Meixia looked out the window at the old neighbors gathering at the entrance of the mahjong parlor downstairs, pointing and whispering in her direction.

She instinctively straightened her spine.

With somewhat unpracticed movements, she pressed the button for the electric window, and the smooth glass slid down silently.

She rested her elbow casually on the windowsill, a brilliantly bright smile on her face, and declared with robust energy:

"Oh, Sister Wang, Sister Liu, you're both here playing 'Blood Battle to the End'? Wait until I'm done with my busy days; I'll come join you for a few rounds!"

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, yet clear enough for everyone to hear distinctly.

Seeing their stunned expressions, jaws nearly dropping to the ground.

A massive sense of vanity, mixed with a vengeful delight, instantly overwhelmed Li Li Meixia.

Having lived here for so many years, as an "orphan and widow" from out of town who also ran a small snack shop next door.

She had often been pointed at and gossiped about behind her back.

Especially regarding this incident of the unfinished building and her injuries while defending her rights; she could guess with her eyes closed.

This group must have been spinning countless ugly rumors behind her back, waiting to laugh at her misfortune.

Perhaps they had just been mocking her.

But now, she, Li Li Meixia, returned sitting in a luxury car, accompanied by bodyguards.

It could be considered a moment of triumphant vindication.

This feeling was simply too satisfying; it even greatly alleviated her worry for her daughter.

She waved to the neighbors.

Li Li Meixia closed the car window again, her gaze shifting to the familiar unit entrance ahead.

Immediately, her expression froze.

Right at the unit entrance, a young man was stepping out of a two-tone Bentley.

He wore a simple white shirt, layered with a camel-gray suit jacket of exceptional texture.

His figure was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

The twilight glow from the west slanted through the gaps between buildings, casting a soft golden outline around him.

Even just his profile exuded an undeniable, powerful aura, noble and serene.

Then, he turned and looked directly toward them.

The evening breeze gently blew the stray hairs on his forehead, revealing a handsome face.

His nose was high and straight, his lip line distinct, and his deep eyes shifted within the light and shadow.

This was the most outstanding young man Li Li Meixia had ever seen in her life.

And judging by that Bentley, he was clearly either extremely wealthy or of noble status.

She subconsciously looked at her daughter beside her; Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu was still looking down, staring blankly at her phone.

Li Li Meixia sighed inwardly; if only her daughter could find a boyfriend like this, then—

However, she also knew these were mere wishful thoughts.

The Mercedes business van slowly came to a steady stop.

The bodyguard exited first and respectfully opened the car door for them.

Li Li Meixia tugged at her still-dazed daughter, and the two got out of the car one after the other.

Immediately, she saw Wang Kui, the leader of the four bodyguards, pass directly in front of the vehicle, almost jogging over to the young man's side.

He bowed respectfully.

His voice was steady and filled with awe: "Mr. Tang!"

"Mr. Tang!" The other three bodyguards also bowed, remaining bent without straightening up.

Li Li Meixia stood rooted to the spot, completely stunned.

"You've worked hard," the young man nodded slightly.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's body trembled violently.

She suddenly lifted her head, looking in the direction of the voice.

"Buzz—" A daze swept through her mind.

He had appeared before her eyes so unexpectedly, crossing a thousand miles.

In this early winter dusk of Rongcheng, downstairs in this residential compound that held so many of her gray memories.

It felt incredibly unreal.

"Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu." Tang Song walked through the dim yellow light, arriving before her, looking at the haggard-faced designer.

"Ding! Congratulations, Player, the third flower of the [Dream Flower Seed] has bloomed successfully!"

Immediately, the camellia blooming atop her head turned into a streak of starlight and merged into his body.

[Comprehension +1]

Tang Song's mind became instantly clear.

However, there was no prompt indicating [Cultivation Ended], meaning Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu still had potential to be tapped, and her desire to nourish him back was extremely strong.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu stared blankly, meeting his gaze. "Tang Song—why are you here?"

"Naturally, I was worried about you," his voice filled with obvious tenderness and concern. "How are you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu parted her dry lips, crystal tears welling in her eyes.

At this moment, her inner sense of security reached its peak.

It seemed all fear and unease had scattered completely with his arrival.

Then, Tang Song looked toward the middle-aged woman beside them, whose face was full of shock.

He spoke politely and gently: "Hello, Auntie. I am Tang Song, a friend of Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's."

"Oh, oh—h-hello—"

Li Li Meixia responded instinctively, her mind going blank.

Tang Song?

Was he that "President Tang"?

Was he her daughter's boss?

How could he be such an impossibly young and handsome lad?!

The disruptive cognitive shock, along with the heartfelt joy, made her body tremble slightly.

Then, she stepped forward half a pace, her voice changing pitch from excitement:

"Oh my, you are the President Tang that Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu mentioned!"

"President Tang! Thank you so much! If it weren't for you—we, we mother and daughter truly wouldn't have known what to do this time!"

"Quick, quick, come inside and sit—"

She enthusiastically pulled Tang Song, gave her still-dazed daughter a tug, and led both of them up to the second floor.

Entering that small apartment.

This was a typical old-style unit from the 1990s, not large in area, with a decoration style long out of date.

Yet every corner of the room was tidied cleanly, filled with the breath of life.

Li Li Meixia bustled about frantically, pouring water and serving melon seeds and peanuts, extremely enthusiastic.

She hadn't even exchanged two sentences with Tang Song.

When she slapped her thigh, a look of regret on her face: "Look at my brain! No one has been home these past few days; there's hardly any food in the fridge! Tang Song, you wait; I'll go down now to buy some fresh ingredients. Tonight, I'll cook personally and make you a few of the most authentic Sichuan home-style dishes!"

Tang Song immediately stood up: "Auntie, there's no need for such trouble; we can just eat out. Your body has just been discharged from the hospital; you need to rest well."

"How can that be acceptable!" Li Li Meixia's cheeks flushed red from excitement. "You rarely visit our home, and you've helped us so greatly; how could I let you eat outside! I used to run a snack shop; my cooking skills are no worse than those big restaurants!"

Saying this, she instructed her daughter: "Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu! Entertain Tang Song properly; keep him company and chat!"

Finished speaking, she grabbed a bag and briskly pushed the door open, leaving in a rush.

The room instantly fell silent.

Tang Song's gaze shifted to the right, toward an ajar green wooden door.

Looking into the room.

Their first [Dream] together with Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu should have taken place in that room.

A strange sense of déjàjà surged up instantly.

The layout of the room hadn't changed, but the furniture and furnishings inside had been replaced; that old wooden window that always used to creak "aiya" in the night breeze had been swapped for a brand-new aluminum alloy window; the desk with the broken drawer had also become a beautiful desk in IKEA style.

Many posters of Su Yu were pasted on the walls.

Tang Song still clearly remembered the girl Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu in the dream, curled up on the bed, trembling with fear.

At thirteen, she had suddenly come from the countryside of Sichuan Province to Rongcheng, this prosperous and unfamiliar metropolis, losing all her former friends.

Due to her accent, family background, and other reasons, she was out of place with everything around her and was often bullied.

Yet, her mother was busy making a living and simply couldn't attend to her. It was precisely in such an environment that she developed that cold, aloof, and extremely insecure personality later on. Tang Song sighed inwardly, shifting his gaze back to Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, who was sitting on the sofa with her head bowed.

It seemed he saw the shadow of that little girl from back then within her again.

Ripples stirred in Tang Song's heart.

Sensing his gaze, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's expression instantly became somewhat unnatural, and she subconsciously shrank her body sideways.

"Why have you suddenly become so distant? Or do you not want to deal with me?"

"No!" Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly lifted her head and hurriedly explained: "I—I just—thank you—today—"

She stammered, so anxious she didn't know what to say.

"Alright, no need to explain, I understand." Tang Song smiled and naturally sat down beside her.

He reached out and gently wrapped his arm around her waist and back.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's body stiffened, but breathing in the familiar scent on him, she quickly relaxed again.

She felt an indescribable sense of security, becoming dizzy and lightheaded.

In the silence, only the clear sound of her heartbeat remained.

Tang Song's hand gently patted her slender back.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's body grew softer and softer.

Gradually, without her realizing when, her entire person leaned against his chest.

All the tension and anxiety of these past days seemed, in this moment, to have finally found a harbor to dock in.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu quietly lifted her head, looking at Tang Song's profile so close it was within arm's reach, and an impulse she couldn't even understand herself surged into her heart.

It slipped out: "Ba—"

The sound was very light, but in such a quiet environment, it was exceptionally clear.

She hastily clamped her mouth shut, her body trembling violently from overwhelming shame.

What was wrong with her? Why couldn't she resist the urge to call him... Tang Song paused, his expression slightly strange. "What's wrong, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu?"

"Nothing! Nothing!" Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu quickly shook her head, daring not to meet his eyes.

Tang Song took a deep breath; the impulse suppressed for so long in his heart, mixed with pity and possessiveness, could no longer be restrained.

His arm exerted a slight force, lifting her directly up and settling her sideways onto his lap.

"Ah— Mmph—"

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu let out a short cry of surprise, before she even had time to react.

Tang Song had already leaned forward, forcefully kissing her cold, trembling lips.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's eyes widened first, then closed.

She offered no resistance, allowing him to kiss and explore.

Gradually, she even began to respond, awkwardly and clumsily.

She poured all her dependence and love into this kiss.

Feeling the designer's submission and breathing the cool, faint fragrance on her,

an even stronger impulse surged up.

His hand gradually vanished into the air.

Immediately after, he clearly felt Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's violent heartbeat.

Above his head, the [Dream Flower Seed] began to tremble and sway.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu was clearly startled, nearly biting Tang Song.

She suddenly opened her eyes, meeting directly Tang Song's burning gaze.

Feeling his undeniable actions,

she subconsciously chose submission, unable to muster even a shred of resistance in her heart.

In the quiet room, only the intertwined, increasingly rapid breathing of the two remained.

Tang Song watched Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's face, usually cold as ice like a mature sister, gradually turn scalding hot and flushed.

A huge sense of accomplishment and satisfaction instantly filled his entire heart.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

"Buzz buzz buzz— Buzz buzz buzz—"

A harsh phone vibration sound suddenly came from the coffee table.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, like a frightened rabbit, instantly woke up.

She glanced at the phone on the coffee table with its screen lit up and said in a low voice: "It's... it's Yao Yao Lingling's call—"

"It's fine, go ahead and answer it." Tang Song remained unmoved.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, then still picked up the phone.

Just as she connected the call, Yao Yao Lingling's energetic, high-decibel voice came through the receiver:

"Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu! Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu! Quick, check Weibo! Go look at Su Yu's Weibo aaaaaah! Something huge happened! A sky-high event!"

Hearing it was news about her idol Su Yu, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu immediately asked nervously: "What happened to Su Yu?! What's wrong with her?!"

"She's holding a lottery!" Yao Yao Lingling's voice was full of ecstatic joy. "Su Yu is going to draw two fans, one male and one female, to accompany her to Paris next month for her birthday! Flights and hotels all covered! Plus special custom gifts! Oh my god! What a divine idol is this! If I get drawn, I—I'll faint right on the spot!"

"Accompany her for her birthday?!"

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu cried out in surprise; she had even forgotten she was in a "dangerous situation," her whole body trembling slightly from excitement.

Hearing their conversation, Tang Song's small movements also stopped.

Su Yu's birthday is having a lottery? Going to Paris?

Just then, a crisp system notification sound rang in his ear.

"Ding! You have triggered the Character Interaction Mission [The Diva's Birthday Invitation]. Please go to the [Mission Center] to view it."

[Mission Content: Su Yu has today released a "Birthday Lottery" event across the entire internet. Due to long-suppressed emotions and insecurity, her heart is on the verge of losing control. Please repost this update and participate in this lottery event to soothe her emotions with action. Ultimately, go to Paris as the "winning fan" to accompany her through an unforgettable birthday.]

[Mission Reward: Character Interaction Gift Pack *1]