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Chapter 726 Romance (Daily Life)
Tuesday, October 2023, 12.

Handan City, Shangqian Village.

It was 6:30 a.m., and the sky was still dark.

The small village on the southern Hebei plain was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog coming from afar, making the winter morning feel even colder.

Qian Lele woke up from her sleep on time.

Without lingering in bed, she quickly put on the thick clothes covering her and left her small bedroom.

First, I stretched my arms and legs in the frost-covered yard, doing a few stretches to completely dispel the last trace of sleepiness.

Inside the main room, the stove burning honeycomb briquettes was emitting hot air, but because the old house had no insulation, the actual temperature inside was still very low.

Father Qian Yong had already gotten up and was slowly and stubbornly walking around the house, leaning on his well-worn cane.

"Dad, get up."

"Lele...why so early again? Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Because he had suffered a stroke, Qian Yong's speech was very unclear and slurred, but Lele could understand him.

"I've had enough sleep, I'm not sleepy anymore."

Lele smiled, quickly stepped forward, skillfully picked up the fire tongs, helped her father clean the burnt coal ash from the stove, and carefully added a few pieces of new coal.

The sky remained a deep, inky black.

For the next hour, she spun around like a tireless top, working efficiently and busily.

First, fill two large basins with water from the tap that is wrapped tightly in an old cotton quilt, then add hot water and adjust the temperature.

Then, in the cramped bathroom, they scrubbed and washed all the family's clothes, spun them dry in that old twin-tub washing machine, and finally hung them out to dry one by one on the frozen wire in the yard.

The cold steam rose up and quickly formed a fine layer of white frost on her bangs and eyebrows.

She simply breathed out white vapor, rubbed her hands which were red and swollen from the cold, and turned to continue with the next task.

Kneading dough, chopping vegetables, cooking porridge...

Soon, a steaming hot home-style breakfast was freshly prepared by her.

At the dinner table, the family of three sat together.

Looking at her daughter's cracked hands, Zhang Guifang, the mother, felt heartbroken.

"You child, you never stop moving once you get back. In this freezing weather, the water is like ice crystals, look how frozen your hands are."

"It's okay, Mom, it's not like I do it every day."

Qian Lele smiled and picked up a piece of cooked food she had brought back, putting it in her mother's bowl, and then served her father a bowl of piping hot porridge.

He reassured them in a lighthearted tone:

"I bought those laundry gloves with fleece lining online. The express delivery will arrive in a couple of days, and you can use them then."

"Besides, I sit in front of the computer all day at school, so it's a good time to come back and stretch my muscles."

Then, she began to talk enthusiastically about her life in Yancheng, only mentioning the good things.

She said that Professor Jiang was very kind to her, taking her into a very impressive laboratory and giving her the opportunity to access cutting-edge AI technology.

She said her part-time job at [Weiguang Coffee] went very well, and her colleagues and boss all liked her very much.

She proudly told her parents that she now earns 4,500 yuan a month, so the family doesn't have to worry about her, and she can cover most of the family's expenses in the future.

The parents felt both relieved and heartbroken upon hearing this, and their eyes even reddened.

After finishing the meal, I helped my father lie down to rest.

Qian Lele mysteriously tugged at her mother Zhang Guifang's arm, "Mom, come on, I'll take you to a nice place."

"Where are we going in this freezing weather?"

"Oh, you'll see when you get there!"

She helped her mother put on a thick scarf and a woolen hat, and the two went out together.

First, I rode my family's old electric bike to the village entrance, then took a bus that ran every half hour, and after a bumpy 20-minute ride, I finally arrived at the county's bus station.

The streets were bustling with people, filled with the sounds of loudspeakers and vendors hawking their wares, creating the unique noise and liveliness of a small county town.

She led her mother and walked for another ten minutes or so before finally stopping in front of a shop with a sign that read "Zhengpeng Auto Shop".

"Lele, why did you bring me here? To buy an electric scooter? Ours is still working."

Zhang Guifang looked puzzled.

Qian Lele didn't answer, her face filled with barely suppressed excitement, and pulled her inside.

She was clearly not a first-timer; she found the shop owner who was repairing her car as if she knew the way well.

The boss greeted her with a smile: "Hey beautiful, you're here. Your car is ready, it's in the backyard."

"Let's go, Mom."

The shop owner led the mother and daughter through the storefront filled with electric vehicles of various models and into the back courtyard.

Following her daughter's excited gaze, Zhang Guifang immediately spotted a "big guy" parked in the corner.

It was a brand new electric tricycle, painted with a bright royal blue paint.

The truck bed was carefully transformed into a small stall with a canopy and a stainless steel workbench.

Above, there is a brand-new dough mixer, griddle, double-burner gas stove and other equipment, all of which have been wiped clean and shiny.

It shimmered with new clusters of light in the winter sun.

Qian Lele excitedly ran forward, introducing her to her mother as if she were showing off a rare treasure:

"Mom! Look, this is a gift I gave you."

"The car is new. I had the owner reinforce and refurbish the brakes and battery. It's very safe."

"This roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) making machine is also a second-hand item I found online, but it works perfectly. I've tried it myself, and it looks brand new!"

"We'll prepare a big iron pot for stewing meat later, and then you can open for business right away!"

"Mom, my younger brother is in his first year of high school now. Your roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) is so delicious, why don't you set up a stall near the high school in the county town? That way you can take care of him."

……

Zhang Guifang stared blankly at the brand-new tricycle in front of her, then looked at her daughter beside her.

Scalding tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.

"Mom, why are you crying? Let's test drive the car first."

Qian Lele looked at her mother who was crying, and her own eyes reddened, but she still smiled and gave her a big hug.

Her clear eyes sparkled with anticipation for the future.

In her mind, an incredibly beautiful picture had already been clearly drawn.

Mom tends to this cozy little stall, while Dad, feeling a bit better, helps out from the side.

Meanwhile, in Yancheng, she studied hard and worked hard to earn money…

Things will definitely get better little by little.

Everything I wanted to do back home has been arranged properly, and I'm heading back to Yancheng today.

Qian Lele clenched her fists. She had to complete the task her brother had given her.

Teacher Jiang, you must forgive me!

To be honest, this usually well-behaved and sensible Cinderella actually harbored a little bit of cunning anticipation when it came to disciplining her teacher.

At this moment.

"Ring ring—" The phone rang.

Qian Lele quickly took out her phone from her pocket.

【Sister Xiaojing】

She answered immediately: "Hello? Sister Xiaojing?"

"Little Lele," came Xiaojing's clear and melodious voice from the other end of the line, "I'm playing at Qianqian's house, discussing what to have for lunch. Do you want to come over?"

"I'm sorry, Sister Xiaojing, I've gone back to my hometown of Handan, I'm not in Yancheng anymore."

"Oh? Well, that's a shame." Xiaojing's tone was full of regret. "I was thinking of going to your school this afternoon to take a look around and maybe meet your legendary mature woman... ah, no... beautiful professor. By the way, when are you coming back?"

"My train is this afternoon, and I'll arrive in Yancheng around five o'clock."

"That's great! Send me the train number later, and I'll pick you up at the station. Then we can go to your school together."

Qian Lele hesitated for a moment, but finally replied, "Okay, Sister Xiaojing."

"It's settled then! Bye-bye, drive carefully!"

hang up the phone.

Qian Lele let out a soft breath.

This Miss Jing is such a kind person.

Not only did he help Yao Yao find a job at Tangzong Entertainment, but he also always cared about her.

She's such a lovely and kind rich girl.

No wonder my brother likes her so much.

……

Yancheng, Yanjing Huating, Building 6.

Xiao Jing put down her phone, her clear eyes sparkling with a burning, expectant light.

Oh ho ho~
The new dungeon, [Yanshi University], is about to open!
The new character, Professor Jiang, is now unlockable.

She had already obtained inside information from Old Zheng (Zheng Qiudong).

Professor Jiang Yourong is about to become the third assistant under Lord Tang Song.

Moreover, Lao Jiang was once a veteran under Empress Kim.

hey hey hey...

Qian Lele and Jiang Yourong are master and apprentice. Lele is the younger sister of Lord Tang Song, while Jiang Yourong will become Lord Tang Song's assistant.

This intricate web of relationships is a drama comparable to a top-tier Japanese manga.

()
If only I and Annie could join in.

That's absolutely fantastic.

As she was lost in thought...

There was a sound of brisk footsteps.

When Xiaojing looked up, the first thing she saw was a pair of straight and slender wine glass legs.

Zhao Yaqian, dressed in her home clothes, walked over and placed a plate of neatly cut fresh fruit salad in front of her.

She said in a sweet and innocent tone, "Xiao Jing, try this! It's a New Zealand kiwiberry. It's tiny, you don't need to peel it, and it's super sweet."

"Thank you, Qianqian." Xiaojing responded sweetly, picked up a piece with her silver fork, put it in her mouth, and her eyes immediately curved into crescent moons. "Wow! It's so delicious! Where did you buy it?"

"It's the premium fruit shop right at the south gate of our neighborhood."

Zhao Yaqian sat down next to her, and the two leaned against each other like best friends, sharing snacks and gossip.

While eating, Xiao Jing observed Zhao Yaqian beside her with great interest.

It's very interesting.

She's so tall and beautiful with a hot figure, yet she's incredibly innocent. This stark contrast is so endearing.

Because we live in the same neighborhood, and we're both relatively free these days.

Xiao Jing would run over here whenever she had a spare moment.

Over time, their relationship did indeed become much closer.

"Qianqian, you should eat too." Xiaojing picked up a plump red grape and affectionately offered it to Zhao Yaqian's lips.

Zhao Yaqian smiled, opened her mouth, and naturally ate it.

Xiao Jing's heart skipped a beat.

Unable to resist staring at the beautician's mouth, she exclaimed in amazement, "Qianqian, you...you eat so nimbly!"

Zhao Yaqian was stunned for a moment, her expression becoming somewhat unnatural.

"Yes, yes?"

"Yes, can you do any complicated moves?"

Xiao Jing moved closer, like a curious child.

Zhao Yaqian hesitated for a moment, then slightly parted her red lips.

He began to show off his silver tongue.

Xiao Jing's eyes widened instantly, and a strange feeling rushed straight to the top of her head.

(ω)！

Nani!

If...if...we...still have...combination techniques...

Private Marseille!

Xiao Jing felt like her brain was about to explode.

She said softly, "Qianqian, you have something on your lips."

"Where?" Zhao Yaqian subconsciously reached out to touch it.

"Don't move, let me wipe it off for you."

Zhao Yaqian looked at her.

Immediately afterwards, I felt Xiao Jing's face come closer.

The beautician shuddered, her eyes widening. "Xiao Jing, you—"

Xiao Jing smiled and said, "It's the juice of red grapes, it's so sweet, we can't waste it."

at this time--

"Deng Deng Deng~"

A sudden video call rang.

An ID that flashed on the screen instantly brought Xiaojing back to her senses.

[Mentor Anne]

She immediately stood up, said to the still somewhat dazed Zhao Yaqian, "I'm going to take this call," and then took her phone and walked to the quiet balcony.

I took a deep breath, composed myself, and pressed the answer button.

The screen lit up, and Anne Kate's stunningly beautiful yet fiercely aggressive face appeared on the screen.

She appeared to have just finished applying makeup and was sitting in front of her vanity, pointing her phone's rear camera at herself in the mirror.

His gaze was languid yet aggressive.

Her long, golden hair flowed gracefully to one side like ocean waves, and she wore a flesh-colored, form-fitting dress that perfectly accentuated her devilishly voluptuous and fiery curves.

“Good morning, my dear student,” Anne said with a husky laugh.

Xiaojing immediately switched to obedient "apprentice mode" and greeted her sweetly in fluent English: "Good morning, Tutor Anne! You look great today."

(ω)

“Of course.” Annie adjusted the camera to accentuate her stunning figure, her emerald green eyes locking onto Xiao Jing on the screen like a hawk. “I’m calling to tell you that I’ve booked a flight to Yancheng. I arrive on Thursday, and you… will come pick me up in person.”

"Really?! That's great!" Xiaojing's eyes lit up instantly.

"Don't be too happy yet." Annie's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "I'm going there this time for two reasons. First, I need to help you sort out the specific procedures for connecting to the 'Tangjin Property Management System.' Second, I also need to personally check whether you're learning according to my requirements."

She paused, then, with a gaze that seemed to pierce through the screen, said, word by word:

“I hope you are ready, Jane. Because my teaching will be very, very rigorous.”

Hearing this, Xiaojing was not afraid at all, but even more excited. She nodded vigorously, "Please rest assured, Teacher Annie, I will definitely not let you down! If I fail to meet your requirements, you may punish me as you see fit."

“Very good.” Anne seemed satisfied with her reaction, picked up a glass of green energy drink, and casually asked, “Where are you now? You’re not with Song, are you?”

"No."

"Good, remember my words, don't tell him about what happened between us."

"Okay, I understand." Xiaojing squeezed her legs together.

"That's all then, bye."

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Xiaojing took a deep breath, and an unusual flush rose on her face.

I am finally coming!
The foreign female mentor arrives on Thursday, and actress Su Yu arrives on Friday…

They all wanted to meet him and get intimate.

It's a pity that Director Jin isn't in the country, otherwise, Yancheng would be so exciting!
Then, she turned her gaze to the beautician who was still eating salad in the living room, a sly smile playing on her lips.

Next, I need to improve my relationship with my sister and see if I can get Qianqian to teach me French kissing.

Hehe, that's really interesting! ...

The bus weaves through the city's network like a sluggish fish.

Zhang Yan's smile grew brighter and brighter.

They got up before dawn.

They made breakfast together, and then went to the quiet Yancheng Railway Station in the early morning to watch the sunrise in the station square.

She then went to the nearby secondhand bookstore, where she found a poetry collection she had long admired on a dusty bookshelf.

They also went to the commercial street in the university town. She pointed to a milk tea shop that had closed down and changed its sign, and said with a smile that she used to work there...

Every place carries her somewhat somber memories of the past.

His appearance was like a warm key, reopening the door to those memories, letting in the sunlight and painting them with bright colors.

For lunch, they didn't go to the familiar little shop again.

Instead, led by Tang Song, they arrived at a French restaurant located on the top floor of an office building in the city center.

The restaurant has an elegant ambiance, with soft jazz music playing in the air.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the entire city's gray winter skyline stretches out.

Zhang Yan had clearly never been to a place like this before. Looking at the three or four sets of knives and forks laid out on the snow-white tablecloth in front of her, she was somewhat bewildered.

She could only secretly observe Tang Song's movements out of the corner of her eye; whichever one he used, she would use the same one.

Like a primary school student earnestly imitating.

Noticing her reserved little movements, Tang Song stopped what he was doing and began to gently introduce her to the use of each kind of tableware and the origin of each ingredient, as if he were sharing a series of interesting little stories.

"This is foie gras, served with fig jam on the side. It's not greasy at all. Try it."

"This is called confit duck leg, a classic in French cuisine..."

Zhang Yan listened quietly, and her tense shoulders finally relaxed little by little.

When the main course, filet mignon, was served, Tang Song pulled her plate in front of him, cut it with a knife and fork, and then pushed it back in front of her.

Zhang Yan blushed and whispered "Thank you".

Picking up the fork, he carefully pierced the first piece, but instead offered it to Tang Song's lips.

Only after seeing him eat did she happily squint her eyes and begin to enjoy the sumptuous meal.

……

After finishing their meal, the two returned to their large apartment in Yanjingtian City.

Because she slept very well last night, Zhang Yan was full of energy today and showed no signs of afternoon drowsiness.

Tang Song simply pulled her to the media room, turned on the projector, and handed her the remote control.

Zhang Yan rummaged through NAS's vast library of movies for a while before finally finding the film she wanted to watch.

Whisper of the Heart.

A Studio Ghibli animated film produced in 1995, a pure love story about a girl, dreams, a library, an antique shop, a violin, and first love.

The two of them sank side by side into the large, comfortable massage chair.

The lights in the home theater were turned off, leaving only the flickering light and shadow on the screen.

The movie is slow-paced, the music is soothing, and the atmosphere is quiet and beautiful.

After a while, while Zhang Yan was engrossed in watching, Tang Song reached out and hooked her finger.

Zhang Yan turned her head in confusion. "What's wrong, Tang Song?"

"I'm a little thirsty." Tang Song pointed to the small bar counter in the corner of the media room, which was lit by a blue ambient light. "Could you go get me a Coke?"

"Oh, okay." Zhang Yan immediately paused the movie, stood up, and walked over in the dark.

I opened the small refrigerator, found the iced cola, and carefully carried it back.

She bent down and gently handed it to him.

However, Tang Song directly grabbed her slender wrist.

With a suppressed gasp, Zhang Yan plopped down into his lap.

My cheeks instantly flushed, and I was so nervous that I dared not move.

Tang Song took the bottle of cold cola from her hand, opened it with one hand with a "click," and brought it to her lips.

Zhang Yan, like an obedient puppet, subconsciously opened her small mouth and took a sip.

The cool bubbles slid down her throat, making her throat, which had become dry from nervousness, feel much better.

Then she saw him take a sip as well.

This intimate relationship made her feel like she was about to get a fever.

He lowered his head even further.

Tang Song gently rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her neck, and chuckled softly, "Isn't it more comfortable to watch a movie like this?"

She was so light and thin, her slender waist looked like it could be completely encircled by one hand.

Zhang Yan bit her lip and softly hummed in agreement.

Seeing how obediently she cooperated, Tang Song picked up the remote control and pressed the play button again.

In the dark home theater, only the light and shadow on the screen flickered.

In the movie, the female lead, Shizuku Tsukishima, is captivated by the male lead, Seiji Amasawa, as he makes a violin.

On the sofa, their breaths mingled.

Her heart was pounding like a movie soundtrack, fast and passionate.

The movie continues.

The scene then shifts to the most classic moment of the story.

In the warm and fantastical attic of the antique shop "Earth House".

The male protagonist, Seiji Amasawa, plays the violin he is working on for the female protagonist, Shizuku Tsukishima.

The melodious yet slightly immature sound of the piano began.

Encouraged by her grandfather and friends, and accompanied by musical instruments, Shizuku Tsukishima mustered her courage and spontaneously sang "Country Road" to the accompaniment of Seiji's violin.

Zhang Yan's eyes sparkled with a captivating light.

At this moment.

A tingling sensation ran down her waist as Tang Song's fingers slipped inside her sweater, his warm fingertips directly touching her smooth, delicate skin.

Zhang Yan's mouth opened slightly, her breath hitched, and she instinctively tried to dodge.

However, his body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

She could only lower her head, letting the blush spread from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes.

Tang Song turned his head and kissed her lovely earlobe. "You really like the violin?"

“I… um…” Her voice trembled slightly, “My friend Feifei used to play this piece a lot… it was very beautiful.”

Feifei is the same Feifei who runs the flower shop that she was chatting with in the group.

Whisper of the Heart has always been her favorite movie.

She could always see herself in the ordinary, imaginative, somewhat insecure yet incredibly hardworking female protagonist, Tsukishima Shizuku.

Like Wen, she once hid in a corner of the library, greedily reading stories from another world;

I once worked silently for a figure that seemed unattainable, hoping to become a better version of myself.

The violin piece "Country Road," which plays throughout the film, carries many of her youthful memories and symbolizes all that she cherishes about beauty, dreams, and love.

Hearing her words, Tang Song smiled gently and said nothing more.

The fingers that landed on her lower abdomen began to subtly mimic the trajectory of a bow being drawn on her delicate skin.

He had never heard this song before, but with his natural talent and memory, he had already memorized the melody and fingering.

The film, in a quiet yet incredibly ambiguous atmosphere, slowly came to an end.

The lights come on.

Zhang Yan blushed and struggled to get up from his arms, whispering, "I...I need to go to the restroom."

"Mm." Tang Song nodded, watching her somewhat flustered figure quickly slip out of the media room.

I picked up my phone and searched for the violin sheet music for "Country Road" in my browser, then started browsing it carefully.

at this time.

"Ding-dong—" A crisp notification sound rang out.

Zhang Yan's phone screen, which was resting on the sofa armrest, lit up, and a WeChat message popped up.

[Yueyue: "@Zhang Yan, don't forget our date tonight~ [wink]"]

Dating?

Upon seeing these two words, Tang Song's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't resist his curiosity.

He picked up her phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

After all, he was the one who set up Zhang Yan's new phone, from the system to the data import. He also entered the password and fingerprint.

Zhang Yan, on the other hand, was completely unguarded and extremely trusting of him.

The screen was unlocked. I opened WeChat, and it showed a WeChat group called "The Romantic Trio".

Immediately afterwards, a new message popped up.

[Lin Feifei: [photo.jpg]]

Lin Feifei: "I've arranged everything here—top-quality charcoal, Wagyu beef, and my treasured beer! I'm just waiting for you two to arrive!"

The photo was taken on a very elegant-looking two-story loft terrace.

The interior is decorated like a fairy tale world, with professional barbecue grills in the tent, guitars, keyboards and violins in the corners, and beautiful flowers everywhere.

The canopy overhead was adorned with twinkling string lights, creating an incredibly romantic atmosphere.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, understanding.

It was probably her two friends from Yancheng who wanted to invite her to dinner that night.

He was just about to put down his phone.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The group chat started flooded with messages again.

Lin Feifei posted several old photos of them from their university days, in the classroom, on the playground, in front of the library...

Tang Song clicked on one of the photos and couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Yan in the photo is probably a freshman or sophomore in college. She still has some baby fat on her face, short hair with bangs, and is wearing a simple white sweatshirt. She is lying on a stack of books, facing the camera, and showing an incredibly bright, pure smile without a trace of impurity.

Lin Feifei: "Look! My treasured possession. We were so young back then, so tender and fresh. 'In our youth, we wore thin spring clothes, rode horses, leaned against bridges, and were surrounded by beckoning red sleeves,' that perfectly describes us back then."

Cheng Xiaoyue: "It should be 'Don't ask about the old guests of Liang Garden, for Sima Xiangru is ill in the autumn rain of Maoling.' I've only been out of school for a few years, and I'm already unrecognizable from the 996 work schedule."

[Cheng Xiaoyue: [selfie.jpg]]

Cheng Xiaoyue: "@Lin Feifei @Zhang Yan, you guys should post some recent photos too! No beauty filters allowed! Let's hurt each other!"

[Lin Feifei: [Selfie.jpg]]

Just then, soft footsteps came from the bathroom, and Zhang Yan returned.

"Your classmate is messaging you." Tang Song waved his phone. "Also, what's with the 'date' tonight? Hmm?"

"Ah!" Zhang Yan exclaimed softly, quickly stepped forward to take the phone, and glanced through the chat history. Her cheeks instantly turned bright red.

"Well, it's... two good friends I met in the literary society. We haven't seen each other in a long time, so we arranged to get together... I'll be back soon."

Tang Song nodded without asking further questions. "It's alright. We haven't seen each other for so long, it's time to get together. It's a rare treat. Don't rush back. Today is Double 12, and I have to go to the company tonight. I'll pick you up after I'm done."

"Um…"

"By the way, your classmates are all waiting for you to send photos." Tang Song pointed to her phone screen.

Zhang Yan said "Oh," opened her photo album, thought for a moment, and then sent the photo that Tang Song had taken of her on the campus of the Agricultural University yesterday.

Cheng Xiaoyue: "Wow, Yan Yan, how come your skin is still so good? That amazing talent!"

[Lin Feifei: "Wow, Zhang Yan, the composition and lighting are fantastic! Who took this photo? Was it that Jun from your WeChat Moments?!"]

Zhang Yan, faced with Xiao Yue's probing questions, didn't know how to answer. Her face flushed, and she fiddled with her phone.

At this moment, Tang Song stood up and reached out to embrace her slender waist.

"Ah..." Zhang Yan was startled and quickly gripped her phone tightly, hiding it behind her back and secretly watching him.

"Since you're meeting your old classmates tonight, you should dress up nicely. You're dressed too plainly right now. Come on, I have some jewelry I prepared for you."

"Oh? No, no, we're just having some barbecue..."

"That won't do. Look at your two classmates, they're both quite fashionable. You're prettier than them, so naturally you have to dress up the best."

Hearing Tang Song bluntly praise her as "beautiful" made Zhang Yan's heart leap.

Then, Tang Song pulled her into the master bedroom's walk-in closet.

He opened a special cabinet on the inside, which contained not his suits, but several women's ready-to-wear clothes that looked quite expensive.

Then, Tang Song took out an exquisite jewelry box from inside and handed it to her.

"I originally planned to give you this gift when you left Yancheng."

Holding the heavy box, Zhang Yan stammered, at a loss for words, "This...this..."

"See if you like it." Tang Song opened the jewelry box for her.

Inside was a complete set of Chanel accessories—

Necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and even a ring.

Zhang Yan's expression froze instantly.

She had never worn gold jewelry since she was a child, let alone so much, so beautiful, and so expensive.

"Like it?"

"Like..."

"Try it."

"Ah."

Zhang Yan obediently sat down at the dressing table in the walk-in closet without any sign of refusal.

In her view, from the moment they started sleeping in the same bed, she was already his.

Moreover, this will probably never change in my lifetime.

There is nothing shameful about accepting his kindness.

Looking at her flushed face in the mirror, she carefully put on the jewelry piece by piece, as if it were a priceless treasure.

The cool platinum touched her warm skin, causing her to tremble slightly with nervousness and a sense of indescribable happiness.

Tang Song stood behind her, looking at the refined girl in the mirror, and praised her with satisfaction: "Very beautiful."

Zhang Yan looked at herself in the mirror, then at his reflection, and lowered her head shyly.

She carefully removed the necklace and bracelet and neatly placed them back into the jewelry box.

The only thing he didn't take off was that simple-looking ring.

She stood up and said softly, "Thank you... I didn't even prepare a gift for you..."

“Just talking isn’t enough.” Tang Song looked at her evasive eyes, deliberately blinked, and took a step closer. “Shouldn’t you show some appreciation?”

Zhang Yan's eyelashes trembled violently like butterfly wings, and she subconsciously took half a step back, but her heel touched the edge of the cold dressing table.

She looked up and met his deep eyes.

In the end, she tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek.

She was about to retreat immediately like a startled rabbit.

But a hand wrapped around her waist.

Then, his eyes suddenly magnified in her field of vision.

Tang Song held her waist firmly with one hand, while his other hand gently yet firmly lifted her chin.

Then, bow your head.

Feeling my lips and teeth being opened uncontrollably.

Zhang Yan's mind went blank for a moment, as if a buzz had gone off.

Her eyes were blurry, and her body went limp in his arms.

The walk-in closet was quiet, save for the rapid beating of a heart and the soft rustling of leaves.

The biting winter winds of the north have awakened the flowers in the south that had been hesitant to bloom.

(End of this chapter)