Hey! Why spanking?
Oh no! Jing has corrupted !
She couldn’t help but cover her cheeks, feeling a wave of embarrassnt mixed with an inexplicable tingling sensation.
Speaking of which, Tang Song once said that if I t his expectations, he would let manage so of his luxury assets, including a private jet.
Private jet...
That’s an exclusive configuration for the world’s top millionaires!
I wonder if Tang Song has a private jet. If I get to fly on one soday, it’d be amazing.
By then, I’ll definitely snap so photos to share on social dia with the caption: "Weekend trip to London for afternoon tea, and a visit to the V&A Museum."
Just thinking about it gives such a thrill!
Lin Muxue squeezed her thighs, her face slightly blushing.
Then... who knows, maybe she’ll fly with Tang Song... a thousand miles a day.
With that thought, she hurriedly stood up and walked quickly towards the bathroom!
...
8:30 PM.
YJTC, luxury apartnt.
In the study, the warm light was gentle, with tranquility and coziness.
Tang Song reclined in a leather office chair, the screen displaying the page introduction of "France Provence-Alpes-Cote d’Azur."
After clearing the "Shen Yuyan’s Whisper" dungeon earlier, the obtained "Language - Advanced French Skills" ca in handy.
Initially, I thought the reward for language skills was due to the phonetic similarity with "Yuyan."
Unexpectedly, it was to pave the way for this France Manor.
The area where Tang Jin Manor is located has a standard diterranean climate and terrain.
Featuring azure coastlines, stretches of lavender fields, and olive groves...
Combining natural scenery, investnt value, and social attributes, it attracts top millionaires globally.
Thinking about owning 230 hectares of land there, Tang Song liked it more and more.
Bring the wings there for a holiday, safe and comfortable.
"Ding-dong——"
The smart speaker suddenly chid with a pleasant doorbell sound, interrupting his thoughts.
Tang Song raised his eyebrows and glanced at the screen.
The next mont, a familiar figure ca into view.
Shangguan Qiuya.
Secretary Jin’s "gift" has arrived!
Secretary Jin’s efficiency and decisiveness remain as always.
Tang Song stood up, quickened his pace, and felt his heartbeat accelerate.
Arriving at the entrance, he opened the heavy armored door.
Shangguan Qiuya’s figure was before him.
Stately in posture, her neatly tailored black suit outlined her elegant silhouette, holding an exquisite black gift bag, with a gracious deanor that couldn’t hide a trace of subtle hesitation.
"Good evening, President Tang." Shangguan Qiuya whispered, voice trembling slightly, "Sorry for disturbing you this late."
"No worries, you’re not a bother, please co in, Shangguan." Tang Song smiled, gesturing for her to enter, but his gaze naturally drifted to the bag in her hand.
"Thank you."
Shangguan Qiuya gently bent forward, cautiously stepping inside, her face holding a professional smile yet eyes revealing a hint of panic.
No one knows how heavy the thing she is holding feels at this mont.
This was a "life and death test" in her career.
"Boom——" The door closed softly.
The air suddenly turned quiet, leaving only their increasingly fast breaths.
Shangguan Qiuya lowered her gaze, bit her lip, and finally gathered courage to speak: "President Tang, here is what Chairman Jin asked to give you, saying it’s... what you wanted."
Tang Song nodded, speaking gently: "Thank you for going out of your way to deliver this so late."
"It’s my duty."
While speaking, Shangguan Qiuya held the bag close to her chest and slowly unzipped it.
Their heartbeats quickened.
Tang Song’s gaze stayed fixed on the black plastic bag in her hand, guessing what might be inside.
A shirt? A skirt? Or... sothing more intimate?
This was a direct order from him, Secretary Jin’s personally selected "custom response," and signifies their first aningful interaction, deeply significant.
Shangguan Qiuya’s fingers trembled slightly, slowly reaching into the gift bag.
Pulled out a pair of... black stockings.
Tang Song’s heart thumped heavily.
Imdiately, Shangguan took a deep breath and suddenly raised her hand in a fling.
"Swoosh——"
The stockings flew elegantly like a black butterfly, tracing a graceful arc, gently gliding past Tang Song’s jaw, finally settling on his shoulder and neck.
The fragrance was overwhelming, delicate, and lingering.
A blend of cedar and jasmine notes, cold yet with a touch of subtle sweetness, like the first mist of an autumn morning.
Tang Song instinctively reached out to catch it.
The texture felt smooth, thin, transparent, without a crease, and the material was of extrely high quality.
Gleaming under the light, showing faint traces of sweat’s moist marks.
Clearly, these were original scent stockings.
Secretary Jin, you truly understand !
Shangguan Qiuya abruptly bowed at a 90-degree angle, her face flushed, voice trembling: "Sorry, President Tang! I... I was a bit too excited, please forgive !"
Feeling the stockings in his hand and looking at Assistant Shangguan in front of him, Tang Song raised his brows slightly.
He certainly didn’t buy the "montary excitent" story.
Being Jin ixiao’s personal assistant, deeply trusted by her, Shangguan Qiuya couldn’t possibly make such a mistake.
This could only be... Secretary Jin’s intentional "opening act."
Tang Song’s lips curled into a smile, and calmly said: "It’s okay."
Only then did Shangguan Qiuya breathe a sigh of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted, her legs slightly weakening.
At this mont, she felt she had beco legendary.
Actually daring to "throw" Chairman Jin’s stockings at President Tang’s face.
Never in her life had she been this formidable.
If Qin Yingxue knew, they’d probably all bow and call her sister.
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