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Chapter 730 Special Training, The Mischievous Big Sister

The melodious and story-filled piano music, with a slight tremolo, dissipated into the rustling snow.

No one spoke on the terrace.

All that remained was the whooshing sound of the wind blowing through the treetops and the soft rustling of snowflakes falling to the ground.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei, standing under the shed, froze in place as if they had been struck by acupuncture.

Their mouths were open, but no sound came out.

The scene before them was more unreal and more devastating than any youth movie they had ever seen or any romance novel they had ever read.

Especially Lin Feifei.

Because of her privileged family background and her previous experience learning the violin, the impact she suffered was far more terrifying than that on Cheng Xiaoyue.

This song, "Country Road," sounds simple, but it's extremely difficult to bring out the rich emotional layers and dazzling technique just now.

Tang Song's free and easy technique, his flawless and studio-quality pitch, and especially the extremely gorgeous cadenza he improvised in the interlude just now.

It was comparable to the level of the performers she had heard in concert halls.

This is incredible.

Because she had heard Zhang Yan say that this "Jun" came from an ordinary rural family and had not studied music since elementary school.

What kind of person is he?!
After a while.

Tang Song slowly put down his violin.

He seemed to be immersed in the emotions of the piece, his thoughts gradually drifting away from the performance.

The darkness and the snow's glow blurred the expression on his face, leaving only his deep eyes visible.

Zhang Yan's body trembled slightly. When she came to her senses, she felt a cold sensation on her face.

She quickly reached out to wipe her face, only to find that she was already in tears, her face streaked with melted snow.

Just as she was about to wipe it, a warm, large hand reached out and gently stroked her wet cheeks and trembling eyelashes with its large fingertips.

"Why are you crying? Does it sound nice?"

"It sounds good, it sounds great."

"So do you like it?"

"like!"

"That's good. It's cold outside, let's go back."

"…Um."

Tang Song gently ruffled Zhang Yan's hair at her collarbone and led her by the hand toward the pavilion.

The two girls standing at the door finally found their voices again.

"Tang, Tang Song...you...you're so amazing..." Cheng Xiaoyue stammered, "I never knew that 'Country Road' could be played so well!"

Lin Feifei nodded as if in a daze, "Absolutely professional level, amazing."

Tang Song smiled wryly, revealing a perfectly timed expression of helplessness, "I'll feel embarrassed if you keep praising me."

The four returned to the attic.

Tang Song put the violin away, gently put his arm around Zhang Yan's lower back, and said, "It's getting late, and the snow is getting heavier. Thank you for your hospitality today. I'll take care of Zhang Yan now."

"Ah... Oh! Okay! Fine!"

"Take care... I'll see you off."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei nodded frantically, like two puppets.

As I went downstairs, the flower shop door was pushed open, and the cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in again.

Zhang Yan then remembered and turned around to wave to her two friends, "Goodbye, Yueyue and Feifei."

Goodbye, Yan Yan!

"goodbye!"

Liu Jiayi was already standing respectfully by the rear door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom, opening the door for them.

Zhang Yan glanced at Tang Song secretly before bending down and crawling inside.

"Bang—" The heavy sound of the door closing rang out one after another, shutting out the wind and snow.

The Rolls-Royce started moving silently and disappeared into the night.

After the snowfall, traffic on the road became slightly congested.

Zhang Yan didn't say much along the way.

The scene on the attic terrace, however, was like the most profound imprint, playing on repeat in her mind again and again.

Those deep eyes; the music flowing from his fingertips; and the snowflakes dancing for her alone…

That feeling of being cherished by the whole world made her feel dizzy, as if she were walking on clouds.

I can't tell what day it is.

As the car approached the gate of Yanjing Tiancheng residential area, Tang Song suddenly spoke up: "Xiao Qi, stop at the intersection ahead."

Liu Jiayi turned on her turn signal and smoothly pulled over to the side of the road.

Zhang Yan turned to look at him in confusion.

"Haven't you seen snow in the North for a long time?" Tang Song turned his head and asked her with a smile, "Want to stay outside and look at it a little longer?"

Looking into his smiling eyes, Zhang Yan seemed to understand something and nodded vigorously: "Yes."

The two got out of the car.

Liu Jiayi then drove the Phantom silently into the underground parking garage.

This is an upscale residential area in the city center, with quiet and clean streets.

On a snowy night, neon lights flickered, but there were almost no pedestrians on the road.

They didn't say much; Tang Song simply took her hand naturally and put it into the warm pocket of his coat.

The two of them walked quietly under the streetlights, their footsteps crunching on the thin layer of snow.

Occasionally, other couples returning home late would run past them, laughing and joking, and playfully throw snowballs at them.

Zhang Yan lowered her head, feeling the warmth from his palm and the tranquility and romance that belonged only to her.

More than half an hour later, when a thin layer of snow had settled on their hair and shoulders, Tang Song finally stopped.

"Shall we go back? If we keep going, we'll turn into snowmen. Besides... it's time to sleep."

"…Um."

……

Back in the warm, spacious apartment, I finished washing up.

When Zhang Yan walked out of the dressing room somewhat shyly, wearing a brand-new set of pure cotton pajamas, she immediately saw Tang Song sitting in front of the computer in the office area typing.

She moved quietly, like a kitten afraid of disturbing its owner.

I stood not far behind him, watching quietly.

He was replying to an email written entirely in English, his expression focused and serious.

The profile, outlined clearly in the soft light, from the high bridge of the nose to the slightly pursed thin lips…

She was mesmerized by every single line.

The more I look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.

She just stared at it quietly, unconsciously becoming a little mesmerized.

Just then, without warning, he turned his head and his eyes met hers.

Like a child caught doing something wrong, Zhang Yan let out a soft cry, hurriedly looked away, and subconsciously took a small step back.

Tang Song chuckled softly, spun his chair around, stretched out his long arm, and wrapped it around her slender waist, applying slight pressure.

Zhang Yan exclaimed "Ah!" and involuntarily fell onto his lap, where he held her tightly in his arms.

He leaned close to her hair, took a deep breath, as if he were petting a cat.

"Ugh..." Zhang Yan felt ticklish from his touch, shivered, and a layer of tiny goosebumps instantly rose on her skin.

The kisses fell as softly as feathers, from the forehead and the tip of the nose, to the corners of the lips and the side of the neck, then gliding down to the collarbone and shoulder…

Zhang Yan kept her eyes tightly closed, her body trembling slightly, yet she dared not resist.

In the quiet bedroom, only her increasingly rapid breathing echoed.

Tang Song's lips slid across her moist skin, feeling her throbbing and burning sensation, and a deep sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart.

Seeing that his female classmate still had her eyes closed, he couldn't help but gently stroke her bare calves with his long, slender fingers.

The surface is incredibly smooth and soft to the touch.

"what!"

As his palm slowly moved upwards, Zhang Yan finally opened her eyes, instinctively grabbing his wrist, her cheeks burning hot: "Itchy...it itches..."

"Then I'll be gentler, okay?"

"I...I..." Zhang Yan lowered her head again, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Tang Song smiled and leaned forward, parting her lips, one hand around her waist, the other dangling over her smooth legs.

He recklessly savored her obedience and shyness.

This time, Zhang Yan couldn't bring herself to say any words of refusal.

I felt like a piece of butter being thrown into a raging fire.

In his palm, in his breath, in his all-pervasive tenderness, it melted, collapsed, and lost all its shape little by little.

……

Wednesday, December 13, 2023: Cloudy with light to moderate snow, high of -1°C.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Qian Lele woke up on time from her warm bed in the dormitory; the sky was still pitch black.

The dormitory is very warm, making you feel cozy and comfortable, much more so than the small house back home that needed a honeycomb briquette stove for heating.

She remembered that before coming to Yancheng, her aunt had told her mother that the village was going to carry out a unified "coal-to-gas" conversion, and that everyone would have to install wall-mounted boilers and radiators for winter.

However, installing a set of equipment would cost more than five thousand yuan.

This money became a new goal that their family had to save up before the Lunar New Year.

However, she wasn't worried.

Now that my mother has that brand-new roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) tricycle, she can earn money from home.

If you work hard, things will get better day by day.

She took a deep breath, sat up in bed, and quietly finished washing up.

As she changed, her fingertips brushed against the exquisitely textured, fluffy, and soft down jacket she was wearing, and a bittersweet feeling welled up inside her.

This was a gift from her brother.

They said it was samples that [Songmei Apparel] was giving to their collaborating bloggers, and they sent her a copy as well.

She picked up the package at the courier station yesterday after returning to Yancheng. It was really beautiful and very expensive.

This gentle approach, which subtly protected her self-esteem, was something she simply couldn't refuse.

I stuffed my laptop, water bottle, and books into my backpack.

Qian Lele slung her bag over her shoulder and quietly left the dormitory where everyone was still fast asleep.

……

It snowed again last night, leaving a thick layer on the ground. The crisp, cold air instantly woke me up.

She walked briskly out of the south gate of the university.

After waiting for a few minutes by the roadside, the No. 218 bus, with its warm lights on, slowly pulled up.

It was still very early, and there were very few people on the bus.

She found a seat by the window and looked out.

The city slowly awakens under a deep blue sky.

"We've arrived at Beicheng Garden residential area."

The bus stop announcement sounded.

Qian Lele got off the bus with her backpack in her arms and looked at the residential area in front of her that looked quite new.

Teacher Jiang bought her house here.

The talent apartments allocated by the school are not owned by Teacher Jiang, and they are far from the city center.

After joining Yenching University, Teacher Jiang had a stable housing provident fund and immediately bought this second-hand house in Beicheng Garden, which is closer to the city center.

It has two bedrooms and two living rooms, is 95 square meters, and was purchased when housing prices were at their peak two years ago.

Every time Teacher Jiang brings it up, he slaps his thigh and says that he was impulsive and got tricked.

The monthly mortgage payment is now over 6 yuan. Fortunately, Teacher Jiang is "well-off" because he used to work for a large company in Beijing and is said to have saved a lot of money.

She has been here twice.

When Teacher Jiang has classes, she usually stays in the teachers' apartment. Now that she's on leave, she'll definitely be going back to her own home.

As they approached the south gate of the residential area, Qian Lele's eyes lit up.

Across the street, there's a newly opened stall with a canopy, steaming hot, selling roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

There was also a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe) stall next to it.

She had just bought a complete set of roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) machines for her family, and her mother was about to start setting up a stall, so she couldn't help but want to go and check it out.

Moreover, she hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

My original plan was to go and supervise Teacher Jiang, and also make her a healthy breakfast from the schedule so we could eat together.

But... buying a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) shouldn't be a problem, right?
Moreover, the stall owner was a woman about the same age as my mother, and she looked very tired; perhaps she was also experiencing financial difficulties at home.

She walked over quickly, about to speak.

A cool, clear voice came from the side: "Boss, two roujiamo, one extra spicy, one not spicy."

Qian Lele turned her head and saw a very sexy girl.

She was wearing a cool black down jacket, her long orange-brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, and her expression was somewhat indifferent.

She looked away and said to the shop owner, "Auntie, I'll have one too, just make it normally, and add a pack of spicy strips."

"okay!"

Suddenly, three orders came in, and the shop owner immediately beamed with joy and got busy.

Take the meat out of the nearby oven and chop it quickly on the cutting board.

Then take out the golden-brown, crispy bread from the stove next to you, cut it open with a knife, and stuff it full of meat and broth.

Soon, three fragrant roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) were ready.

Qian Lele stepped forward and helped the owner pack the food, taking out paper and plastic bags.

"Oh, thank you so much, young lady. You're beautiful and kind-hearted." The boss beamed.

"You're welcome, Auntie." After receiving her share, Qian Lele said goodbye and turned to walk towards the residential area.

On the way, she couldn't resist taking a big bite.

"Click——"

The outer skin is crispy, the meat inside is tender and juicy, and it has the sweetness of spicy strips. It's really delicious.

She couldn't help but devour the food.

Following her memory, Qian Lele walked into the stairwell of Unit 1, Building 4.

Then, she saw that familiar figure again—

The aloof girl I bumped into when I bought a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) was also waiting for the elevator.

The two entered the elevator one after the other.

Qian Lele took out the access card that Teacher Jiang had given her from her pocket, swiped it, and the button for the 13th floor lit up.

The girl also swiped her card; it was for the 12th floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed, revealing a small and quiet space.

The two stood side by side.

The aloof girl's lips moved slightly, and she suddenly spoke, "Is the jacket you're wearing a new down jacket from HEYI?"

Qian Lele was taken aback, looked down at her clothes, and quickly said, "Yes, that's right."

"This style only started pre-sales yesterday," the girl said, her gaze inquisitive. "Did you get it early? Are you a social media influencer?"

"No, no," Qian Lele waved her hand somewhat embarrassedly, "It was a gift from my friend, he works for that company."

"Oh." The girl nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Ding—" The elevator doors opened on the 12th floor.

Before leaving, the aloof girl gave her a slight smile: "Your clothes are very nice."

Then he left.

Qian Lele then realized that the other person must also be an employee of [Songmei Apparel], which is why they recognized the new product that had not yet been officially released.

We arrived at the door of room 1304.

Qian Lele wrapped up the remaining half of the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger), put it in her bag, and rang the doorbell of the smart lock.

"Ding-dong-ding-dong-"

The doorbell rang several times in the quiet hallway.

The sound of slippers shuffling down from inside the door came through, along with Teacher Jiang's sleepy voice: "Who is it... Oh... Lele?"

Immediately afterwards, the door was opened from the inside with a "click".

Jiang Yourong, behind the door, had clearly just been woken up from her warm bed and was still in a daze, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

Her long, dark, curly hair was loosely draped over her shoulders, and she was wearing only a base layer and loose pajama pants.

Her mature and voluptuous curves are completely undeniable.

"Good morning, Teacher Jiang." Qian Lele stood obediently at the door with her backpack on.

Jiang Yourong yawned widely. "Come in, Lele. Why are you here so early? It's not even dawn yet."

"It's getting late, Teacher Jiang." Qian Lele changed into slippers, held up her phone with a serious expression, and showed her the time on the screen. "It's almost seven o'clock. According to the schedule your brother made, you should go for your morning exercise."

"Huh?" Jiang Yourong's face fell instantly, and she tried to bargain weakly, "It snowed yesterday, the roads are slippery, and it's impossible to run. How about... we start tomorrow?"

"It's okay, there's a backup plan on the schedule." Qian Lele put down her backpack and smiled brightly. "You can do indoor aerobics. I've memorized all the moves, I'll teach you."

Looking into her beloved student's eyes, which shone with a sense of responsibility, Jiang Yourong instantly felt dejected.

"Okay, I'll go change my clothes."

……

"Come on, Teacher Jiang, let's adjust our breathing! Let's start by warming up with jumping jacks! One, two, three, four..."

Accompanied by Lele's clear and loud commands, a brutal training session officially began in the living room. Because of her voluptuous figure, the scene was quite tumultuous as Jiang Yourong bounced around.

Qian Lele watched in stunned silence, and couldn't help but think to herself: No wonder my brother insisted on making Teacher Jiang lose weight, this is really a bit beyond the scope of what's expected.

"No, I can't... I can't breathe, Lele..."

In less than ten minutes, the lazy Professor Jiang gave up and plopped down on the mat.

He was panting heavily, drenched in sweat.

Lele immediately stepped forward, her face stern, like a strict coach: "No, Teacher Jiang, this is just the beginning. My brother said that if you slack off, you will be punished."

Upon hearing the word "punishment," Jiang Yourong gritted her teeth, huffed and puffed as she got up from the mat and continued to persevere.

She was extremely slow, uncoordinated, and always trying to find ways to slack off.

Even so, she quickly collapsed to the ground and began to give up.

Forty minutes later.

My intermittent morning exercise session has finally come to an end.

Jiang Yourong collapsed to the ground, feeling like she was already half dead.

Qian Lele rushed into the kitchen and prepared a low-fat breakfast according to her schedule.

When Jiang Yourong saw the few boiled broccoli florets, a hard-boiled egg, and half a lone ear of corn on her plate, she almost burst into tears on the spot.

My God... You're making me eat this first thing in the morning?

My stomach disagrees!

But under the watchful eye of supervisor Qian Lele, she still ate the "grass" with tears in her eyes, as if it were tasteless.

9 o'clock in the morning.

After tidying up the kitchen, the master and apprentice went to the study.

Jiang Yourong finally transformed back into the knowledgeable and professional teacher she always was, and began teaching Qian Lele cutting-edge knowledge in the field of AI.

From the fundamental principles of machine learning to neural network models in deep learning, and then to specific Python programming practices…

These are valuable contents that cannot be accessed during undergraduate studies at Yenching Normal University.

After explaining the theory, Qian Lele took out her laptop and began to try to write a simple image recognition program as instructed by Teacher Jiang.

Jiang Yourong, standing to the side, unconsciously twitched her nose.

A whiff of aroma, a blend of meat, noodles, and spicy snacks, wafted from Lele's backpack, which was placed in the corner.

It smells like roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)! She bought roujiamo this morning! It looks like she added Weilong (a brand of pork belly) inside?!
Jiang Yourong's throat bobbed involuntarily.

The little bit of grass I ate this morning has long since been digested and disappeared without a trace.

At that moment, she was craving it so much that her mind was filled with the salty, savory, and oily taste of roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

More than half an hour later.

Professor Jiang, who was in dire straits, coughed lightly and said in a feigned calm tone, "Lele, go get me a glass of water. The glass is on the bedside table in my master bedroom."

"Okay, Teacher Jiang." Lele immediately stood up.

When she returned after pouring the water and placed the cup in front of the teacher, she suddenly paused, stunned.

A small, suspicious red oil stain clung to the corner of Jiang Yourong's mouth, and the air was thick with the lingering smell of spicy strips.

The quick-witted girl immediately realized that she had been "lured away from the mountain".

She immediately opened her backpack and picked up the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger).

Sure enough, I got a big bite.

A piece of the wrapping paper was bitten off.

"Teacher Jiang!" she shouted, holding up the evidence, both angry and helpless, "Did you just steal my roujiamo (Chinese hamburger)?!"

"This...I..." Jiang Yourong's eyes twitched, revealing a guilty and embarrassed expression.

Qian Lele sighed, took out the A4 paper, placed it in front of the teacher, and said in a serious tone:

“Teacher Jiang, you have violated the rules. According to the first punishment on the schedule, ‘Anyone who steals high-calorie food shall stand in the corner for thirty minutes and recite the lyrics of ‘Calories’ three times.’”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yourong immediately stood up, affectionately took her beloved student's arm, and began to plead in a coquettish tone: "Oh, Lele, there's no need to make such a big deal out of it. Your teacher will definitely enforce it, but... look, today is your first day supervising me, so let's not do it again, okay?"

She's a university professor, Qian Lele's mentor. How could she really be punished by her student by making her stand in the corner and recite those shameful lyrics?

She doesn't care about her face!
However, Qian Lele shook her head firmly: "No, Teacher Jiang. I promised my brother that I must strictly follow through."

Seeing that her coaxing was ineffective, Jiang Yourong's face darkened, and she resorted to stalling tactics: "Alright, alright, I know. I'm going to the restroom first. You hurry up and write your code, don't delay the important matter."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the study without waiting for Qian Lele's reaction.

Watching the teacher's retreating figure, Qian Lele felt somewhat helpless.

It seems that the task her brother gave her is far more difficult than she imagined.

The teacher-student relationship that has been formed over the years has given Teacher Jiang a natural sense of authority over me, like an elder. How could she possibly listen to me?
If it were the older brother... what would he do?

She bit her lip, a sly glint in her eyes.

Then, he picked up his phone.

She described what had just happened and ended with a "sad and wronged" emoji.

A moment later, the phone vibrated.

[Brother: "Lele, are you in the faculty apartment with Professor Jiang right now?"]

Lele: "No, brother, we are at Teacher Jiang's own home."

Brother: "Send me the address. I'll arrange an assistant to help you complete the task."

assistant?

Qian Lele was taken aback. Although she didn't understand what it meant, she still obediently shared her location.

[Brother: "North City Garden? OK, you wait, someone will contact you later."]

Qian Lele replied with a [cat salute] emoji and quickly put her phone away.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

What she feared most was failing to complete the task assigned by Tang and Song.

After waiting for more than ten minutes.

Jiang Yourong returned from outside as if nothing had happened, plopped down in a chair, and continued to instruct Qian Lele on how to write code.

A while later...

"Ring ring—" The cell phone suddenly rang.

It was an unfamiliar local number from Yancheng.

Qian Lele's heart skipped a beat, realizing something, and she immediately got up to answer the call.

"Hello... Oh, yes, it's me... Ah? Okay, okay, I understand!"

After hanging up the phone, she turned around and saw Jiang Yourong's questioning gaze. Her expression became somewhat unnatural as she said, "Teacher Jiang, my brother was worried that we wouldn't complete the task well, so he sent someone else over... to check."

"What the hell?!" Jiang Yourong stood up. "Send someone to inspect it?!"

Then, seeing Qian Lele's guilty little expression, he instantly understood what was going on.

Enraged, he pointed at his beloved disciple: "You, Qian Lele! How dare you plot against your master! We are master and disciple!"

Qian Lele blushed and whispered, "Teacher Jiang, I'm only doing this for your own good. Let's go downstairs and meet her first; she said she'll be here soon."

“…Fine!” Jiang Yourong gritted her teeth and replied resentfully.

The two put on their coats, went downstairs, and walked out of the south gate of the residential area.

On a winter morning, the streets were deserted and the air was crisp and cold.

Jiang Yourong stood by the roadside, her hands in her down jacket pockets, looking around anxiously.

What she was most worried about was Tang Song coming by himself.

At that time, in front of the students, I might face some kind of social death scene.

Qian Lele took out her phone, ready to make a call.

Jiang Yourong, who was beside her, suddenly stiffened, and the hand gripping her arm tightened sharply, so hard that it hurt her.

Qian Lele raised her head and looked in the direction of the teacher's seemingly frozen gaze.

Then they saw a tall and lithe figure walking towards them through the sparse traffic.

She was wearing a black belted coat, a matching turtleneck sweater underneath, and black boots.

Her long, black hair was neatly tied into a high ponytail, which swayed slightly in the cold wind as she walked.

His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, his face was cold and stern, and strangers were not to be approached.

In her hand, she held a long, thin, black stick about half a meter long, which was either a pointer or a ruler.

"Assistant Jiang." A cold voice came from behind.

Liu Jiayi stopped in front of the two of them, her gaze first calmly sweeping over Jiang Yourong, whose face was deathly pale, before turning to Qian Lele beside her.

“Ms. Qian, Mr. Tang is quite busy right now. Over the next few days, I will serve as your assistant and help you supervise Assistant Jiang.”

Qian Lele quickly bowed and greeted her politely, "Hello! Thank you for your hard work!"

Jiang Yourong, standing to the side, had her eyelids twitching wildly.

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Holy crap! Is it really that serious?!

All I did was steal a bite of the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger). All I did was try to cheat.

Tang Song, you bastard!

They actually sent Liu Jiayi here to me?!
She had a very deep impression and understanding of this cold-hearted former colleague.

This is no ordinary driver.

He's a Sanda champion and one of Director Jin's top security personnel.

She had witnessed it firsthand: three burly men, each over six feet tall, were easily taken down by her with just a few punches and kicks, as cleanly and efficiently as if it were a scene from a movie.

Then look at the shiny black ruler in her hand.

Jiang Yourong shuddered, and almost instantly, a series of horrific scenes flashed through her mind.

If I dare to be lazy or sneak a bite again...

Was Liu Jiayi pinning him against the wall and spanking his hands? Or was she spanking him on the sofa?

What if Shangguan Qiuyue, Qin Yingxue, Lin Tiantian, or even Director Jin find out...

She might as well just die!

Liu Jiayi's gaze returned to her old acquaintance, Jiang Yourong.

The hand holding the ruler tightened slightly at the knuckles, producing a soft rustling sound from the leather gloves.

A smile finally crept onto his lips.

Clearly, being frequently used by her boss as a delivery person, clothing saleswoman, and airport driver had caused this female bodyguard to harbor a lot of resentment.

Now, she has finally received a professional assignment that allows her to stretch her muscles and bones.

She was already eager to take action.

……

It was approaching noon.

A silver Mercedes-Benz S-Class slowly drove into the underground parking garage of Shengyuan Jiajing.

Tang Song led Zhang Yan from the private entrance hall on B1 into the elevator.

"This is your Wenruan sister's home. B1 is mainly a fitness area and an audio-visual entertainment room. We'll go up from the first floor."

"Mm." Zhang Yan nodded, clutching the two paper bags tightly in her hands, and followed behind him.

"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly slid open.

A scent that blends sophisticated fragrance with a subtle floral aroma wafts towards you.

The two had just stepped out of the elevator.

A lazy, cheerful voice came from the living room: "Oh, our little genius has finally arrived? If you hadn't come, I would have personally gone to Yan Jingtian City to catch you."

Tang Song looked ahead and saw his eldest sister standing prettily in the living room.

She wore an extremely simple brown tracksuit, with a long-sleeved crop top and matching drawstring sweatpants, which perfectly accentuated her hourglass figure.

Her flat, toned abs are clearly visible, creating a striking contrast with her full, rounded E-cup breasts, exuding a healthy yet deadly sex appeal.

"Ruan Ruan." Tang Song took a few steps forward, breathing in the unique scent of her older sister, like a ripe peach, and her heart raced uncontrollably.

These past few days, he has been spending time with the innocent Zhang Yan, and he has been trying his best to restrain himself, carefully protecting her innocence and proceeding step by step.

Even last night, he only touched my legs and buttocks, and kissed my shoulders and neck.

Now, suddenly seeing Wen Ruan, this alluring and aggressive enchantress, he really couldn't resist.

I really want to play a thrilling game right now.

When she met his undisguised, fiery gaze, Wenru raised her eyebrows smugly, but ignored him.

"Wen... Sister Wenruan, I'm sorry." Zhang Yan blushed and apologized softly, handing over the bag in her hand. "These are some Cantonese pastries I brought for you. They're delicious. Try them. And... and some snacks for Xueqiu."

This trip to Yancheng was a special vacation granted to her by Sister Wenruan, but she only arrived on the third day.

This was because she was going to travel from Yancheng to the capital headquarters with Sister Wenruan that afternoon.

"Let your sister give you a good hug, and I'll forgive you." Wenruan opened her arms to her.

Zhang Yan paused, then subconsciously glanced at Tang Song beside her.

A slight pang of jealousy instantly stirred in Wenru's heart.

Okay, so you two are a couple now? Am I an outsider?

She stepped forward and, with her tall, voluptuous, and fiery body, pulled the petite Zhang Yan into her arms.

He then planted a loud "smack" of kisses on her flushed cheek.

After doing all this, she even snorted defiantly at Tang Song, like a cat asserting its dominance.

Zhang Yan was taken aback by this sudden intimate contact, and could only blush, lower her head, and let her hug her.

"Come on, Ruanruan, let's hug too." Tang Song took a deep breath and opened his arms.

He held the older sister's sexy and domineering body in his arms.

The round, heavy feel of it made the fire in his body burn even brighter, and he hugged it even tighter.

Sensing his strong reaction, she smiled gently and charmingly, deftly breaking free from Tang Song's embrace and coming to Zhang Yan's side.

"Yan Yan, haven't you always wanted to see my Snowball? Look, it's right behind you."

"Huh?" Zhang Yan turned around in surprise and saw a gray and white Ragdoll cat lazily curled up in a corner of the sofa, curiously looking at her with its blue eyes.

She instantly forgot all her embarrassment and nervousness, ran over, and carefully hugged the cat into her arms.

Then she took out the imported cat treats she had bought and started feeding them.

Wen Ruan smiled as she watched this scene, then strolled back to Tang Song.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered in a sexy, mature voice that only the two of them could hear:
"What's wrong? You can't bear to bully your innocent female classmate, so... you've been holding it in? Do you want me to help you right now?"

As she spoke, her peach-shaped buttocks moved slowly, bumping against Tang Song's body with a very elastic force.

Tang Song's breath hitched for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Wait, a minute!"

"Hehe, later?" Wen Ruan laughed even more charmingly, her eyes full of amusement. "Then forget it. I don't have that much free time to wait for you. I can take care of it myself with my massage gun."

"You idiot, are you a pervert?" Tang Song felt all the blood rush to his head.

"Yeah, if you're so capable, pull down my pants right now and let your reverse white moonlight see your true colors."

"Holy crap." Tang Song's eyelids twitched.

This fairy is absolutely lawless.

She licked her red lips with a soft, alluring smile, and said disdainfully, "What? You don't have the guts? Then shut up and stop spouting nonsense. You'll end up covering me in your saliva again, you useless bitch."

"Snapped--!"

A crisp, loud snort suddenly rang out in the empty living room.

Tang Song finally couldn't resist and slapped his soft, peach-shaped buttocks hard.

The noise was really loud.

Instantly, it attracted the attention of Zhang Yan, who was not far away, and the Ragdoll cat, Little Snowball, in her arms.

A person and a cat, both with round eyes, looked over with blank and innocent expressions.

Wenruan covered her bottom, her face showing a complex expression of grievance, shame, and a hint of anger.

"Tang Song, how...how could you do this? Yan Yan is still here! What do you think you're doing? Please show me some respect! And...when are you ever going to change this bad habit of spanking women at the drop of a hat?"

Zhang Yan's eyes widened slowly, and her small mouth opened unconsciously.

Wenruan-jie... got spanked by Tang Song?

And... judging from what Wenruan said... this isn't the first time?
He...he has this...habit?!

Tang Song's lips twitched uncontrollably.

Goodness, Wenruan, your acting skills are just as good as Su Yu's!

The air in the living room froze completely at that moment.

At this moment.

"Ding-dong—ding-dong—" The doorbell rang abruptly.

"I'll go open the door, we have a guest." Wen Ruan immediately found a way out, glared at Tang Song fiercely, and then walked quickly towards the door.

Upon hearing that there were guests, Zhang Yan, who was already as nervous as a quail, immediately shrank further into the corner of the sofa, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But my head was still buzzing, and I couldn't quite believe it.

How could a gentle and kind boy like Tang Song have such a strange habit?

The door unlocked, and immediately a crisp and energetic voice rang out:
"Good afternoon, Wenruan-jie, I'm here."

Tang Song's brow twitched again. Big sister, are you trying to cause trouble?
"Come in, lunch will be served shortly, it's from [Private Banquet House]." A gentle voice came from inside.

"Thank you, Sister Wenruan!"

With a light footstep, a lively figure peeked out from the entrance.

Before she arrived, her voice preceded her: "Little Snowball, your Aunt Qingqing is here! Let Auntie have a suckle! Hehehe."

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared in the living room.

She was wearing a soft taro-purple duffle coat with thick fur trim around the collar.

Her long, jet-black hair was tied into two cute low ponytails, which swayed gently over her shoulders with her movements.

Beneath her bangs, a pair of large, dark eyes darted around, full of liveliness and playfulness.

She looked like a vibrant young woman straight out of a Japanese magazine, which seemed completely out of place in the ambiguous and stagnant atmosphere of the living room.

(End of this chapter)