Chapter 582: Good Sister, Unplanned Encounter

Cloud Creek Valley Resort, Moon View Villa Suite.

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

Yao Lingling opened her eyes in a warm and fragrant embrace.

Her body felt like it had been crushed repeatedly by a road roller, sore and weak without a trace of strength.

Her mind was blank for a moment.

Immediately, those crazy scenes from last night surged up uncontrollably like a breached dam.

"Boom—"

A hot current rushed from her tailbone to her crown.

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

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

[It's over, it's over, I can't face anyone!]

[I—I actually really slept with Senior!!!]

[And—and I was so proactive...]

But what should last night’s events be counted as?

Was it the ultimate experience of a "one-day couple" date? Or something else?

How should they get along with each other?

Should they continue to retreat to the safe distance of Senior and Junior, pretending nothing happened?

Or how did Senior view her?

Panicked thoughts flew around in her mind like snowflakes.

"Oh my! Oh my! Shameless Lingling!"

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

After being a "shrinking turtle" for several minutes in this self-deceiving way.

She sat up from the bed abruptly, a vibrant smile reappearing on her face.

The foundation of her personality was ultimately sunny and optimistic.

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

Whatever! Anyway, she had finally reached this step with the Senior she had been thinking about.

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

It was simply too happy.

But speaking of which, Senior was really amazing!

It was just that the bad habit of spanking was a bit too shameful.

But this was indeed her biggest advantage.

It could be seen that Senior really liked it.

Just then, a "click" sound.

The bedroom door was gently opened from the outside.

Familiar footsteps came, and Tang Song’s handsome figure appeared at the door.

He must have taken another shower after exercising, looking fresh and extraordinarily handsome.

Their eyes met.

Tang Song’s gaze moved down subconsciously, the corners of his mouth raised.

Actually, there were differences between A-cups.

The little junior was the standard A-cup, with a difference of about 8 centimeters between the upper and lower chest, with a clear and small curve.

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

Of course, for Tang Song, who had seen a lot, this unique scenery was quite fresh.

The smile on Yao Lingling’s face froze, and she quickly pulled up the quilt, wrapping her shoulders and hiding her small A-cups tightly.

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

"Senior—good morning—"

Seeing her cute reaction, Tang Song laughed out loud.

Yao Lingling’s face gradually flushed red, and she picked up the pillow beside her and threw it over, 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, without much force, more like she was acting coquettishly.

"I didn't laugh at your chest being small, it's quite cute."

Yao Lingling lowered her head, feeling at a loss for words after being praised by Tang Song.

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

The mattress sank slightly.

The unique scent of his, mixed with the cold air of the morning and male hormones, followed.

Making Yao Lingling’s heart skip a beat.

Looking at Tang Song’s handsome face and the looming muscle lines, she felt dry-mouthed—he really was a male succubus!

She hadn't felt this way before when they weren't so intimate.

Now she could intuitively feel his charm.

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

Yao Lingling’s face stiffened, and she subconsciously shrank back.

Tang Song let out a long breath, squinting his eyes, looking at the little junior’s interesting reaction.

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

Screaming rock music in the KTV, competing for a "high score record" in the game hall, and even experiencing cave exploration...

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

Ordered a couple’s set meal full of ritual.

Time, in the unconscious laughter.

Quietly arrived in the afternoon.

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

The warm winter sun had already set, casting long shadows on the snow.

This dreamlike hot spring trip officially came to an end.

Tang Song first dealt with several urgent work emails sent by the company, and then packed his things.

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

Going up to the second floor, the little junior’s room door was wide open.

The room was cleaned up by her, the bed was tidy, and the corners of the quilt were tucked squarely, completely unable to see the traces of the "battle" last night.

She had changed into the simple and figure-flattering daily outfit she wore when she came yesterday.

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

The slender waist that couldn't be held in one hand, and the round buttocks wrapped in jeans below, formed an almost exaggerated perfect "hourglass" shape.

After experiencing the madness last night, Tang Song could more deeply appreciate the amazing superiority of the little junior’s innate fitness body.

His heart couldn't help but become hot again.

But after all, it was the other party’s first time, so there should be some restraint.

It seemed that she heard the movement at the door, and Yao Lingling turned around.

She beamed: "Senior! I'm packed! Are we—are we supposed to go?"

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

Tang Song stepped forward and asked in a half-joking tone:

"May I ask Junior Lingling, are you satisfied with the performance of my 'one-day boyfriend'? If you give a score, can you give a five-star review? Friendly reminder, good reviews have cash back."

Yao Lingling was stunned, then folded her arms in front of her chest seriously, looking him up and down.

Then, imitating the tone of a food review blogger, she evaluated seriously: "Hmm—appearance, figure, service attitude are all pretty good,"

"The massage technique is super excellent, as for the core business ability—"

She leaned closer and said playfully: "I don't know much about this, after all, it was just this once, the data is too little, hard to evaluate, hehe."

Tang Song’s brows were full of smiles, and he reached out and patted her behind not lightly or heavily, the Q-elasticity full of explosive power coming.

"Do you want to 'verify' it again?"

"Ah! Senior, you are so bad!"

The pure little junior covered her butt, her cheeks turning red again.

Immediately, she reached out her hand and said righteously: "By the way! Where is the 'cash back'?"

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

"Heh heh, you wouldn't be trying to default on the debt, would you?"

"That's impossible."

Amidst the laughter and noise, the little sadness of parting was instantly washed away.

At dusk, the Bentley Continental GT stopped slowly outside the North City Garden community.

The winter night came exceptionally early.

The street lights were already on, and the dim yellow halo pulled their shadows very long.

Tang Song accompanied Yao Lingling and sent her all the way to the downstairs of Building 4.

The little junior, who had been chattering, suddenly became quiet.

She looked up at Tang Song in front of her, and complex emotions flickered in her eyes that were always bright.

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

Yao Lingling bit her lower lip and asked in a seemingly casual, friend-to-friend 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?"

Tang Song looked at her without any concealment or dodging, and said frankly: "Yeah, that's right."

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

She seemed to have returned to the carefree, heartless, and straightforward manner of the past.

She reached out her finger, poked Tang Song’s chest, and teased: "Good guy! So Senior, you really are a thorough scumbag!"

Tang Song "coughed" awkwardly, "Uh—it's alright, don't you always scold me for being 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 was indeed a bit guilty.

Yao Lingling looked at his appearance and laughed even more happily.

The wind blew, and her hair fluttered gently.

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

Tang Song’s eyes moved, just about to say something.

The little junior quickly "pecked" him on the lips, her cheeks flushed 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 Senior."

After she finished speaking, she didn't dare to stay any longer and turned and ran.

When she ran to the unit door, she couldn't help but look back.

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

"Goodbye, Senior."

Tang Song stared at her, his heart moving slightly, "Goodbye, Lingling."

Her figure disappeared into the unit door.

After a long time, Tang Song withdrew his gaze and let out a white breath.

He turned and walked out.

The white Bentley Continental GT lit up.

The wheels rolled over the withered yellow leaves and drove onto the city’s expressway.

The neon lights outside the car window pulled out strips of blurred light tracks.

More than ten minutes later.

It drove slowly into the underground garage of Yanjing Huating.

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

"Di-li-li—"

The door opened, and Tang Song stepped in.

The indoor light was soft, warm, and elegant.

Laughter from variety shows 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 beige sofa—her legs were curled, she was holding a plush pillow, and her eyes were focused on the TV screen.

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

"Brother Song, you're here!"

She almost bounced off the sofa, her voice full of irrepressible excitement and joy.

She was wearing a beige and gray striped suspender dress.

The material of the dress was soft knit, fitting her graceful figure tightly, and a pair of wine-glass legs that could be called perfect shone with a milky, warm, and delicate luster under the soft light of the living room.

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

The beautician chuckled, and directly strode over with her long legs.

Fragrance brushed her face, Tang Song felt his body sink, and Zhao Yaqian hung on him.

A strong sweet scent rushed into his nasal cavity.

Immediately after, dense and enthusiastic kisses like raindrops fell on his lips, brows, eyes, and neck—the two tangled at the entrance for a while.

Tang Song pinched the beautician’s wine-glass legs and asked with a smile: "Haven't eaten yet? Want to go eat fried skewers together?"

"Okay! Okay!" Zhao Yaqian immediately kissed him heavily on the cheek, and then jumped off him reluctantly, "Wait for me, I'll go change clothes right away!"

After speaking, she ran into the bedroom "deng deng deng."

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

She ran to Tang Song, struck a cool pose, looked up at that small face full of collagen, and said in a coquettish tone: "Brother Song, do I look good?"

"Good." Tang Song’s tone was full of doting, "Our Qianqian looks the most beautiful in everything."

"Hehe, I will definitely pass this sentence on to Xiaoxue later. She is coming back to Yancheng the day after tomorrow, right? I haven't seen her for a week."

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

"What work is it? I asked her, but she wouldn't tell me, very mysterious."

Tang Song turned his head slightly, looked at her big eyes full of curiosity, and smiled: "She went to see a 'good sister,' and I will introduce her to you later."

The beautician was stunned and smiled: "What's her name?"

"Tian Jing. You can call her Xiaojing." Tang Song’s tone became meaningful, "I believe you will definitely become good friends."

The beautician’s eyes moved imperceptibly, although she didn't understand the deep meaning, she nodded obediently.

The entrance of the familiar pedestrian street appeared in front of them again.

People coming and going, bustling, neon flashing.

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

While walking, she told him about her interesting experiences in the past two days.

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

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

She also said that when she developed a new fragrance, she would let Tang Song try it first.

The 19-year-old beautician, with that serious and coquettish look, was extremely cute.

Imperial Capital.

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

Xiaojing sat in the spacious and comfortable back row, looking curiously through the car window at this top-tier private club that only existed in the mouths of a few people.

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

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

Her heart couldn't help but jump to her throat.

Although Master Tang Song had "spoiled" her in advance, saying that Xiaoxue would introduce her tonight to meet a "very important" person.

But when this moment really came, she still felt huge nervousness.

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

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

Xiaojing took a deep breath, tidied up the carefully selected small fragrant suit, carried her bag, and followed the waiter inside.

Walking through a corridor full of famous calligraphy and paintings.

She finally saw the figure waiting at the door of the "Ziyun" private room.

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

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

"Xiaojing, you are late." Lin Muxue said lightly, cold and calm.

The aura of Empress Muxue was looming.

Obviously, she wanted to give the other party a "disheartening blow" so that she would be more respectful.

After all, the previous 3-person trip had really brought her no small psychological shadow.

Now, the evolved Empress Muxue wanted to suppress the other party.

However, Xiaojing didn't seem to notice.

She stepped forward quickly, hugged Xiaoxue affectionately, stood on tiptoe, and kissed her directly on the face "mua."

"Sorry, Xiaoxue, kept you waiting. Mua."

Another kiss.

Lin Muxue’s eyelids jumped, and the coldness she pretended to have broke instantly.

Xiaojing said sweetly: "Long time no see, you didn't come to my birthday party last time, I missed you to death. Mua."

"Okay, okay!" Xiaoxue quickly blocked her, shivering all over.

This Xiaojing is really evil, coming up to stick to her.

It felt like being sexually harassed.

Xiaojing winked at her, her face full of sincere enthusiasm.

Since knowing that there was a Jin Meixiao above, she threw away the small thoughts of being the "empress" and became the "little dog" of Master Tang Song and Empress Muxue with peace of mind.

For Xiaoxue, who was also Tang Song’s woman, she naturally wouldn't be hostile.

She was even looking forward to playing games together in the future, preferably with Qingqing.

Just like the 3-person trip last time.

Of course, more people would be fine too.

Lin Muxue let out a breath and said seriously: "Next, I will take you to meet an important person, let's go."

"Yeah." Xiaojing nodded hard.

Followed Lin Muxue into the gate of the internal private room.

A mellow scent mixed with top-tier agarwood and Cuban cigars rushed towards her.

Xiaojing’s gaze fell on the foreign woman sitting in the Huanghuali circle chair for the first time.

In her 30s, her posture was impeccably elegant.

Even if it was just a simple action of tasting a cigar, it was full of aristocratic aura.

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

Her gaze scanned Xiaojing, and then she reached out her hand, "Hello, Miss Tian Jing, I have heard a lot about you."

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

Xiaojing’s heart moved slightly.

Sure enough, as she 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 pure-blooded European aristocrat.

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

She still preferred to play with that wild big foreign horse.

Although her heart was turning around, Xiaojing was extremely obedient and sweet on the surface.

She bowed slightly and said: "It is an honor to meet you, Ms. Spencer."

The three sat down again.

Lin Muxue perfectly played the role of "middleman" and "introducer," skillfully guiding the topic so that the atmosphere would not be too awkward.

After a few pleasantries.

Tina went straight to the point, took out an exquisitely bound folder from the briefcase beside her, and placed it in front of Xiaojing.

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

Xiaojing took it somewhat flattered and opened the folder curiously.

Tina’s voice sounded beside her unhurriedly:

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

"The first one is [Tang Jin · WANO] located in Ginza, Tokyo, with a Japanese-style restaurant style, mainly receiving our top partners in Asia."

"The second one is [The Sovereign Club] located in Marina Bay, Singapore, with a modern style, more inclined to elite social networking in the financial and technology fields."

"The third one, and the one with the highest value, is [St. James's Legacy] located in Mayfair, London—"

Listening to this series of thunderous place names and the introduction of top-tier clubs, Lin Muxue beside her had already set off a stormy sea in her heart.

Property asset handover?! And the first batch?!

Tang Song had actually started letting Xiaojing contact the business of the Tang Jin Family Office!

In her heart, jealousy was inevitable.

But she quickly adjusted her mentality.

She was no longer what she used to be, and Tang Song doing this naturally had his deep meaning.

And, she was going to personally take over the even more magnificent [Tang Jin Manor] next.

Thinking of that top-tier manor comparable to the royal garden, Lin Muxue clamped her thighs hard, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Heart surging.

Tina paused and continued: "To ensure that the handover process does not have problems, 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 carry out subsequent asset handovers."

Xiaojing nodded quickly, "Okay, thank you Ms. Spencer for the arrangement. Then I will choose [Tang Jin · WANO] in Ginza, Tokyo."

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

But purely out of personal preference.

She was very familiar with that side, and she could also reasonably call Tang Song and Qingqing to go there to play some interesting games later.

Seeming to think of some scene, Xiaojing’s face was also a bit red, and her legs clamped involuntarily.

Tina looked at the two young girls opposite, and a faint doubt flowed in her gray eyes that were always full of scrutiny.

But she didn't think much about it.

The three continued to communicate for a while, and the preliminary framework for the handover was finalized.

Tina stood up elegantly, her face still wearing that impeccable aristocratic smile, she tidied her skirt, and said in her pure British accent:

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

The two quickly stood up.

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

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

Bypassing the huge rosewood carved screen, the view in front of them suddenly opened up.

The next second, the three people’s footsteps stopped at the same time, and their expressions were different.

Right at the back of the lobby, in the tea seat area separated by a huge rosewood carved screen, a woman was sitting quietly there.

She was wearing a minimalist cashmere dress, her pitch-black hair was casually coiled behind her head with a simple wooden hairpin, and a set of ancient Ru kiln tea sets was placed in front of her.

She was not looking out the window, but lowered her eyes, focusing on the teacup in front of her that was steaming with white gas.

She carried the grace and nobility after the precipitation of time.

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

She took the initiative to step forward and came to her side, "Dear Ms. Ouyang, what a surprise. My schedule did not show that you would be here today. This is really an unexpected honor."

Ouyang Xianyue raised her head slowly, and a faint smile rippled in her eyes that were always calm.

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

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

Immediately, she turned her gaze to the two young and beautiful little girls behind Tina.

In a tone that was almost stating a fact, she said to Tina: "You just flew back from Europe, and you haven't adjusted to the jet lag yet. You have been working hard for the new project of the family office recently. Go to the suite upstairs and have a good rest. Next, let me entertain them."

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

Finally, she bowed slightly, responding impeccably: "Yes, Ms. Ouyang, you are right."

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

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