Chapter 614: Filling the Pit Together (Daily Life)

Friday, November 24, 2023. Sunny, -4~3°C.

Zhuxi Residential Quarter.

Early morning; outside the window, it was still a stretch of silent black.

Tang Song slowly opened his eyes amidst a gentle, fragrant warmth.

He turned his head to look at Gao Gao Mengting, who was fast asleep beside him, a smile appearing on his face.

Accompanied by the text message notification of a bank card deposit, Tang Song got out of bed on tiptoe.

He put on thick clothes and went downstairs.

He pushed open the unit door.

A cold wind mixed with the scent of frost and snow poured in instantly.

Tang Song tightened the collar of his coat, exhaled a puff of white mist, and stepped into the pre-dawn silence where all things lay still.

The lawns and holly bushes by the roadside were all coated with a thin layer of white frost.

The perceived temperature in the early morning was extremely low. He didn't keep sportswear here, so he simply gave up on his morning run and switched to a slow walk.

When the time was about right, Tang Song took out his phone, put on his Bluetooth headset, and dialed Liu Liu Qingning’s voice call.

The call was answered almost instantly. Soon, his "white moonlight's" somewhat lazy voice came through the earpiece: "Morning, Little Song."

"Good morning, wifey."

"Ah!" Liu Liu Qingning let out a low cry, caught off guard and shy from his sudden form of address. "You—why are you calling me that all of a sudden?"

"Do you not like it?"

The two chatted back and forth like this.

About the weather in Yancheng and Shencheng, and about the upcoming industrial layout of the Profound Mystery Light Realm.

Tang Song walked slowly through the deserted residential area, listening to the light "da-da-da" footsteps coming from the treadmill on the other end.

They chatted for over half an hour.

Once Liu Liu Qingning finished her morning workout, the two hung up the phone.

Without realizing it, Tang Song had already walked out of the residential gate and turned the street corner.

A familiar shop, steaming with heat, came into his view.

Looking at the familiar meat burger, Tang Song couldn't help but smile.

He took out his phone, snapped a photo, and shared it with Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu.

He left a message: "(·w·) Are you up yet? Do you want me to bring you your favorite meat burger with a double portion of chili?"

As a native Sichuan girl, Cheng Qiuqiu’s tolerance for spice was incredibly high.

Back when they used to eat hotpot together, her dipping sauce bowl was almost entirely bright red chili oil.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

[Cheng Qiuqiu: "(·w·) No need! We bought a lot of ingredients yesterday. We’re going to make breakfast and lunch with Yao Lingling today. The kitchenware in the new place is very complete, and we haven't used it yet."]

Tang Song: "Alright then, I'll come over myself another day to taste your cooking."

[Cheng Qiuqiu: Anticipation.jpg (A cat meme showing anticipation)]

Looking at the message Cheng Qiuqiu sent, Tang Song smiled faintly.

Without realizing it, the cold and silent Cheng Qiuqiu had become much more cheerful, and she talked a lot more.

Especially since moving out of Zhuxi Residential Quarter and living with the little junior sister, the change was even more obvious.

Recently, she would even take the initiative to share some interesting things with him at night.

It is worth mentioning that Cheng Qiuqiu hadn't had a nightmare in a long time.

He was going to the company today, so he could just check how her [Dream Flower Seed] was growing.

Tang Song still cared a lot about this "dark-hearted" flower-growing girl.

And for the [Dream Flower Seed] to grow well, besides absorbing negative emotions, his preferential treatment and kindness would also make the flower seed grow more robustly.

After thinking for a moment, he held down the voice button and said gently: "Take a photo and send it to me. I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you."

After the message was sent, Cheng Qiuqiu uncharacteristically didn't reply instantly.

After waiting for a while and still receiving no reply, Tang Song shook his head and chuckled.

He walked into the breakfast shop, packed two portions of breakfast, and turned to walk toward the residential gate.

The eastern skyline was tinged with a magnificent morning glow.

"Ding-dong—" A WeChat notification sounded.

[Cheng Qiuqiu: Mirror Selfie.jpg]

In the photo, Cheng Qiuqiu was wearing a tight purple yoga outfit on her upper body and pure black high-waisted yoga pants on her lower body. Her long orange-brown hair was neatly tied into a playful bun, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful swan-like neck.

She was facing the mirror sideways, her body curves appearing firm, full, and tall and sexy under the outline of the light.

And it was very obvious that she had dressed up carefully; she had even applied lipstick.

Tang Song exhaled a puff of white air, his heart feeling slightly hot.

There was no help for it; his partner was a standard little novice who couldn't satisfy him at all.

Seeing such a vibrant photo of Cheng Qiuqiu early in the morning, it was inevitable that he would feel a bit restless.

After all, Cheng Qiuqiu was known as "Little Su Yu"; both in terms of looks and figure, she was top-tier.

Immediately, his gaze froze as it landed on the familiar room environment in the photo's background, and he blinked hard.

This... isn't this Shen Yu’s room?

The ornaments on the bedside table, the room layout, the aromatherapy machine in the corner—the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

Tang Song’s eyebrows twitched, and he immediately typed a reply: "Cheng Qiuqiu, you look so beautiful. By the way, I haven't asked yet, which residential quarter did you and Yao Lingling move to?"

[Cheng Qiuqiu: "Building 4, Unit 1, Room 1204, Beicheng Garden, Yuhua District."]

[Cheng Qiuqiu: Location.map]

Holy crap! It really was!

He had just had Shen Yu and Xu Qing move out of there to the Lanfeng International Apartment, and yet, in the blink of an eye, Yao Lingling and Cheng Qiuqiu had moved in!

This was too much of a coincidence.

And he still had the access card for Beicheng Garden, which saved him some trouble.

Come to think of it, Shen Yu and Xu Qing, and Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu and Yao Yao Lingling, were all good friends and besties.

This kind of pairing seemed quite good.

It seemed like he had thought of something.

Tang Song couldn't help but feel a strange sensation welling up in his heart.

He returned upstairs.

Tang Song placed the still-steaming breakfast on the dining table and pushed open the master bedroom door.

He saw Gao Gao Mengting sitting in front of the vanity, carefully applying makeup.

She had already finished washing up and was wearing a simple, clean white T-shirt, her long black hair tied casually into a low ponytail with a simple hair tie.

It revealed her smooth, full forehead and graceful swan-like neck.

Without much adornment, she naturally carried a kind of stunning, gentle beauty and clarity.

"You're back." Gao Gao Mengting turned her head to look at him and greeted him.

It was obvious that his partner was in an excellent mood.

The reason was naturally the sudden big surprise from yesterday—Su Yu had made it to the trending list wearing their windbreaker.

"Yeah."

Tang Song responded, walked up, hugged her gently from behind, and pressed his lips against her neck.

Gao Gao Mengting’s sensitive body stiffened abruptly.

Blushing, she said, "What are you doing—"

"Nothing much." Tang Song smiled and reached his cold hands into the loose hem of her T-shirt.

"Tang Song! Your—your hands are so cold! Take them away!"

She said, shy and annoyed, trying to pry away the large hand that was causing chaos on her body.

However, Tang Song’s hand didn't move an inch, slowly moving upward along her warm, delicate abdomen.

"Ah!"

The stimulation of the cold against the warm skin, the soft curves meeting the firm finger bones.

Gao Gao Mengting’s body trembled violently, and she went limp in his arms.

The sounds of playful banter between a man and a woman, along with the partner’s occasional coquettish protests, filled the room.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, enveloping the two.

An atmosphere of ambiguity and warmth permeated the air.

10:30 AM.

Songmei Apparel, conference room.

"...So, my suggestion is that for the Double Twelve pre-promotion, we don't need to spread out across the board like we did for Double Eleven, but should focus more—further consolidating the brand tonality of [He Yi]—"

Tang Song sat in the main seat, quietly listening to his colleagues from the Brand Department reporting their plan.

Cheng Qiuqiu, sitting diagonally across from him, was carefully recording the key points of the meeting.

Every now and then, she would look up, her gaze briefly meeting Tang Song’s in the air, before quickly lowering it again.

The [Dream Flower Seed] on top of her head looked even more robust than before, surrounded by a layer of soft halo.

The meeting ended.

Everyone stood up one after another, chatting and laughing as they walked out.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, however, remained seated there, not moving.

After everyone else had left, Tang Song came to her side and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Cheng Qiuqiu?"

"President Tang, I—I would like to ask for 3 days off next week."

"Of course you can." Tang Song leaned leisurely against the edge of the conference table. "Can you tell me what it's for?"

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lip, stood up, and said in a low voice, "I need to go back to Rongcheng—to my home."

"Oh? Going home next week?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows, his heart stirring slightly.

His character interaction task with Chairman Ouyang Chairman Ouyang Xianyue was to go to Rongcheng at the end of the month.

Of course, because the time wasn't very certain, he needed to wait for the system prompt.

However, the timing happened to overlap perfectly, which was quite a coincidence.

Seeing Tang Song silent, Cheng Qiuqiu showed a look of nervousness and caution on her face. "I will bring my computer; if there is work, I can work online at any time."

Sensing her thoughts, Tang Song chuckled, moved closer, and his slender hand fell onto her slender waist without question.

Feeling the familiar scent coming from him, Cheng Qiuqiu felt like a startled little deer, subconsciously wanting to shrink back.

The emerald green flower seedling on top of her head trembled violently along with her.

Tang Song said, "You should also take a good rest for a while. I'll give you some paid annual leave; you can decide the time yourself, and you can stay in Rongcheng for a few more days."

He knew Cheng Qiuqiu’s past and family situation through the dream.

Naturally, he knew what going home meant to her.

It just so happened that he was going too, so he could give this poor girl a big surprise when the time came.

At that time, they could also stroll around Rongcheng together, cultivate their feelings, and soothe her emotions.

After all, all her emotional knots stemmed from that gray childhood.

Perhaps it could even make that [Dream Flower Seed] grow rapidly and bloom a third flower.

"No need for paid leave, I'll just take regular leave." Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head stubbornly.

Tang Song smiled, suddenly leaned forward, and kissed her on her burning cheek.

"President Tang—"

Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly looked nervously at the transparent glass door of the conference room, her body stiffening instantly.

"It's settled then. I'll tell HR in a bit."

Tang Song patted her thin back and turned to walk out.

Watching his departing back.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu stood blankly in place, subconsciously reaching out to touch the mark on her cheek where he had kissed her, her gaze hazy.

Ever since she learned that Tang Song didn't just have the senior sister as a girlfriend, but even a second and a third, the guilt in her heart had dissipated a lot.

What followed was the emotion that had been suppressed for a long time.

Recently, ever since moving out of Zhuxi Residential Quarter, she would always dream of Tang Song, and the dreams were filled with all kinds of shy, intimate contact.

And after waking up, her body was always sticky.

She had never felt this way before.

She felt that her physiological problems were getting better little by little.

President’s Office.

Tang Song had just sat down and taken a sip of water.

"Ding-dong—" A WeChat notification sounded.

He picked up his phone to look; it was an email.

The sender was Zhao Fei.

Title: [Synchronization on the Progress of Ms. Zhou Hui’s CAR-T Cell Therapy].

Seeing the email information, Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat, and he clicked it open quickly.

His gaze swept quickly over the content, and he let out a sigh of relief, a sincere smile appearing on his face.

In over half a month, Zhang Yan’s mother had already completed the pre-treatment assessment and preparation phase.

Just today, the "CAR-T cell preparation" had officially begun.

Currently, they had already established direct contact with the laboratory of [Guyu Biology] and opened the highest priority "green channel."

Moreover, the entire process from blood collection to viral vector transfection and cell expansion culture was supervised and completed by their chief scientist team personally.

It was expected that it could be air-freighted to the Sun Yat-sen University Cancer Center next week.

This shortened the conventional process by nearly ten days.

Attached below was the laboratory’s assessment report on Zhou Hui’s treatment.

Everything was going very smoothly.

As long as the CAR-T cells were successfully reinfused into the body, the next stage would be monitoring and recovery.

Zhang Yan could finally be freed from that immense pressure.

For Tang Song, it was even more significant.

Because in his dream memories, he had seen the future of another Zhang Yan.

And at this moment, he had already changed the fate of this junior high school deskmate.

It also meant that she would embark on a brand-new life.

He took a deep breath, calming the agitation in his heart.

Tang Song clicked open Zhang Yan’s WeChat chat interface, pondered for a moment, and began typing a message.

Yangcheng, Nebula International Group Branch.

In the wide and bright open-plan office area.

Zhang Yan sat at her new workstation, sitting straight, focusing intently on revising a brand promotional copy.

Her notebook was densely filled with various points of thought and suggestions for improvement.

In the more than half a month since joining Nebula, most of her energy had actually been spent at the hospital.

The company leaders had hardly assigned her any substantive work, only letting her occasionally review some basic drafts online.

Now, her mother’s treatment had finally gotten on the right track, and there were professional caregivers taking care of her around the clock.

Only today could she be considered to have truly entered the work process.

Her current position was Senior Content Cooperation Manager in the [Content Ecology Cooperation Department], with a rank of P6 and a monthly salary as high as 25K. Including the year-end bonus and performance, her annual salary was enough to exceed 400,000.

She was like a sponge now, eager to learn new knowledge.

Just like the promise she once made to Tang Song,

She only knew how to write drafts now and didn't understand many things, unable to compare to others, but she would learn earnestly.

She also always remembered the energy and courage Tang Song had bestowed upon her.

Life’s "Frieza" had already been defeated, everything was getting better and better, and she would also work hard to earn more money.

Although it sounded a bit "funny," she still wanted to save money to pay back the 1 million-plus in medical expenses she owed Tang Song, even if it was just paying back a portion.

Otherwise, she always felt she owed him so, so much.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

On the computer screen, a WeChat message popped up.

Zhang Yan froze subconsciously, her fingertips stopping on the keyboard.

[Tang Song: "I’ve seen Auntie’s report; everything is very good. After the reinfusion next week, you can rest assured and recover. Take good care of yourself in Yangcheng. I also believe that our Zhang Yan will transform into a real Super Saiyan sooner or later. Come on!"]

Zhang Yan stared at the screen, her cheeks burning while her eyes also felt slightly sore and hot.

A long time later.

She wiped the corners of her eyes and typed a reply gently: "I will work hard and won't let you down."

[Tang Song: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I hope you can live happily. You can tell me about anything."]

Zhang Yan bit her lip, and tears still slowly spilled out.

They hit the keyboard, blurring into a small water stain.

Growing up, because of her family situation, she was a person who was very starved for love.

She always felt that she was like a duckweed without roots, drifting alone in the vast world, without any harbor to rely on.

Once, Tang Song’s existence was the spiritual anchor in those long and gray years, allowing her to see a glimmer of light in countless late nights.

Now, this anchor was no longer far away, truly accompanying her by her side.

It filled her with a sense of security and belonging.

It was precisely because of these feelings that she could muster the courage to confess to Tang Song and even delusionally think of "competing" with Liu Liu Qingning.

Of course, she never felt she could really snatch anything.

She just hoped that this harbor she had finally found wouldn't abandon her.

She lowered her head to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

When she raised her head again, there was more ease and firmness between Zhang Yan’s eyebrows.

She looked at the date on the computer; today happened to be Friday.

She bit her lip, her fingertips tapping the keyboard lightly.

She turned those surging emotions into familiar words that belonged only to the two of them:

[It cooled down in Yangcheng today, the wind is very strong, blowing the banyan leaves outside the window to rustle, very much like the autumn in our Jingxian.

It’s been over half a month since joining the new company, and everything is very good. The colleagues are very friendly, and although the work is challenging, I am learning very hard every day.

These past few days, I always think of the weekend when we watched comics and painted the walls together.

They are like slow-motion shots in a movie, replaying over and over in my mind.

The night view of Yangcheng is beautiful, but it is far inferior to the streets and alleys I walked through with you that night.

The ends of the earth have their limits, only lovesickness has no end.

Although it hasn't been a month since we parted, Tang Song, I seem to have started missing you again.]

She hesitated for a moment and clicked send.

Zhang Yan’s cheeks were as hot as fire, and she lowered her head, clenching her fists hard.

This was the first time she had straightforwardly said "I miss you."

And it was a "little essay" sent on WeChat that "he could see."

The emotions in her heart were beyond words.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

[Tang Song: "After Auntie’s reinfusion, do you want to come to Yancheng? I’ll take you to see the school."]

Zhang Yan’s eyes lit up instantly, her heart beating wildly.

Yancheng...

She had spent four years of university time there—those four years were also the four years she hid in a place he couldn't see, silently peeking at him.

She took a deep breath.

She replied quickly: "Okay, I haven't been back for over two years."

After chatting with Tang Song for a while longer, Zhang Yan put down her phone with satisfaction and threw herself back into work.

Time passed little by little.

At dusk, the skyline outside the window was dyed a magnificent orange-red by the setting sun.

A familiar voice sounded beside her workstation: "Manager Zhang, Chairman Wen has arrived at the company. She just finished a meeting and wants you to go to the reception room now; she wants to see you."

Zhang Yan raised her head and saw Wen Wen Ruan’s assistant, Wang Wang Dandan, looking at her with a smile.

Chairman Wen is here?

"Okay." Zhang Yan responded hurriedly, quickly saved the document, stood up, and walked out.

She tidied her hair, and with a nervous mood, pushed open the heavy glass door of the reception room.

Immediately after, she saw the figure sitting alone inside.

Wearing a finely tailored black suit, her white silk shirt was propped up by her full, proud chest, forming an exaggerated curve.

Her thick wavy hair was draped casually over her shoulders, and there was a trace of faint fatigue on her face, but it couldn't hide the unique mature and charming style on her body in the slightest.

Zhang Yan hurriedly bowed and said respectfully, "Chairman Wen."

"You're here, Zhang Yan." Wen Wen Ruan stood up, beckoned to her, and had a kind smile on her face. "Come over and sit."

"Thank you, Chairman Wen."

Zhang Yan carefully came to her side.

Wen Wen Ruan grabbed her arm. "How come it’s been a week and you’re acting so distant with your sister?"

"No—no." Zhang Yan blushed a little.

It was mainly because she felt the gap between herself and Wen Wen Ruan was too large, and the other party was a big leader of the company.

She was worried that being too familiar would make the other party disgusted.

"Alright, just call me Sister Wen Wen Ruan or Sister in private." Wen Wen Ruan’s voice was magnetic and gentle. "How is it? Are you used to the work?"

"It’s quite good, the colleagues are all very nice."

The two sat down on the sofa.

Wen Wen Ruan cared about her recent situation and chatted about some lighthearted gossip.

When the sky outside the window had completely darkened, she seemed to suddenly remember something.

She said playfully, "Zhang Yan, let me ask you something."

"You say." Zhang Yan hurriedly straightened her body, placing her hands neatly on her knees like a primary school student listening to a teacher’s lecture, meticulous.

Wen Wen Ruan looked at her cute appearance and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. "Do you want to earn more money?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yan opened her mouth, not understanding what she meant for a moment.

"Don't be nervous," Wen Wen Ruan continued. "It’s like this. Nebula International Group is about to start a new round of domestic and international mergers and strategic cooperation, and our [Content Ecology Cooperation Department] will become increasingly important.

It just so happens that we are about to launch deep cooperation with a technology enterprise, and I hope you will participate in it personally.

Of course, because this project may require frequent business trips, the company will provide very generous project subsidies and performance bonuses."

Hearing this, Zhang Yan said nervously, "I—I’m afraid my ability isn't enough, and I won't be able to handle it well—"

"It’s not asking you to take the lead alone right now." Wen Wen Ruan’s tone was full of soothing power. "I will give you enough time to learn and adapt. After you are completely integrated, we will select elite troops from our department to form a project team led by you. How about it? Do you dare to take on this challenge?"

Zhang Yan’s heart instantly jumped to her throat, and she subconsciously wanted to shrink back.

After all, she had always just been a content editor hiding behind a computer screen.

She had never truly led such a major project that required frequent external communication.

But thinking of Tang Song, thinking of her promise to him, thinking of that heavy "debt" she longed to repay.

Zhang Yan’s apricot eyes, which always carried a bit of timidity, finally became firm.

She took a deep breath, met Wen Wen Ruan’s gaze, and nodded hard. "Thank you for your trust, Chairman Wen. I will work hard! If—if I really can't do it well, you can remove me at any time. I want to try!"

"Snap—"

Wen Wen Ruan snapped her fingers crisply, a incomparably brilliant smile blooming on her face, as if she had finally waited for the answer she wanted.

She couldn't help but stretch out her arms and give Zhang Yan a soft and intimate hug, her hand also rubbing affectionately on her smooth collarbone-length hair.

She couldn't help but stretch out her arms, giving Zhang Yan a soft and intimate hug, her hand affectionately rubbing Zhang Yan's smooth collarbone-length hair.

"Keep it up, I'm just like Tang Song—we both really believe in you."

Zhang Yan's face turned bright red in a flash, and her body went somewhat stiff.

She wasn't yet used to this kind of sudden, warm, and sincere closeness.

The two chatted for a few more moments.

Wen Wen Ruan glanced at her wristwatch and pulled her to her feet. "It's almost time to get off work. Come to think of it, I haven't been to where you live yet, have I? Do you mind if I come over for a meal? Also, I want to see your orange cat; I really like cats."

"Ah—I..." Zhang Yan pursed her lips, hesitating.

"What? Is it inconvenient?"

"No—no! It's just—my place is a bit messy."

"That doesn't matter." Wen Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows at her. "Let me tell you a secret: when I lived by myself, my place was super messy too, with underwear and bras thrown everywhere, haha."

Only then did Zhang Yan nod with a blushing face, "Then—okay."

She mainly felt that her rented room was too dilapidated and felt out of place with a person like Wen Wen Ruan, which made her feel somewhat inferior.

But Wen Wen Ruan's behavior truly made her feel at ease, and she was very considerate of her feelings.

They tidied up their things simply.

Zhang Yan put on her backpack and followed Wen Wen Ruan out of the office.

While waiting for the elevator, she still couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Sister Wen Wen Ruan, what is the name of that technology company you mentioned? I'll look it up in advance later."

Wen Wen Ruan turned her head to look at her and said with a smile, "I don't know if you've heard of it, [Xuanji Light Realm], the headquarters is in Shencheng."

After hearing this name, Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then her pupils suddenly contracted.

A name surfaced in her mind.

[Liu Liu Qingning]

It seemed she had connections with this company, and she had appeared in many news reports.

Wen Wen Ruan, however, did not notice her distraction and just introduced the background and importance of this enterprise in a low voice.

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Recently, the pressure on her had truly been too great.

Caught between the games of those two immortals, Jin Meixiao and Chairman Ouyang Chairman Ouyang Xianyue, she felt like she was walking on thin ice every day.

And it was foreseeable that as Liu Liu Qingning, that "white moonlight," officially entered the game later, this "shura field" would only become increasingly troublesome.

To avoid being squeezed into a meat patty alive, Wen Wen Ruan finally decided to bring in reinforcements.

And Tang Song, that introverted and simple "reverse white moonlight," was undoubtedly the best choice.

There was no help for it; who told her that her life was so bitter.

The pit she dug herself, she had to find a way to get someone to help fill it.