"...No worries, I’m just asking, since he’s my great friend, I want to show so concern."
"Alright, sure, I’ll wait for your call then."
"Bye-bye."
After hanging up the call, a fleeting, sinister smile appeared at the corner of Jing’s mouth but quickly vanished.
She soon returned to her sweet deanor and briskly walked back to the booth.
"I’m back, did I keep you waiting?"
Jing sat obediently beside Tang Song, just in ti to see Zhang Lei’s expectant and anxious gaze.
She flashed a clever smile and proactively said, "I just called Sister Yang iping from the HR Center. She said she’ll contact you tomorrow."
"Oh! Director Yang! Thank you, thank you, Jing!" Zhang Lei’s face flushed with excitent.
Yang iping! He naturally knew she was the company’s Human Resources Director (HRD), the head of the entire HR departnt.
A "big shot" that soone like him, a grassroots employee, needs to look up to.
Far superior to his uncle or Manager Liu Huixiang.
With Director Yang personally stepping in, everything would be smoothly resolved!
Thinking of this, a bright fla of hope ignited in his eyes.
"No need to thank , Brother Lei," Jing said politely before quickly turning around, pulling Tang Song’s arm, and swaying it, "Song, the restroom on the first floor is crowded and a bit dirty, could you accompany to the private rooms on the third floor?"
"Sure, let’s go." Tang Song pinched her cheek and stood up with a smile.
The two of them greeted Zhang Lei and walked toward the stairs.
Along the way, the staff greeted Jing respectfully.
The third floor mainly consisted of luxuriously decorated private rooms, creating a quieter atmosphere.
Seeing this familiar setting, Tang Song’s eyes were slightly hazy.
About six months ago, on the night he got the system, he participated in a team-building event here and even rembered the exact private room.
He had just been "PUA-ed" by Director Chen Yunteng, his hard-worked accomplishnts taken away by him.
Single, gaining weight, without a car or house, far from his first love, he was at the darkest point in his life.
Then the ga was completed, and his dream ca true.
Looking at this forr company goddess beside him, Tang Song felt a touch of emotion.
Everything seed as if it was yesterday, yet also felt as though it passed long ago.
"Here we are, this is the place."
Jing spoke softly, pushed open the door to the innermost private room, and led Tang Song inside.
Then ca a "click," as Jing directly locked the door.
Turning around, she walked cautiously up to him, her hands nervously clasped in front of her.
Tang Song hesitated for a mont and then imdiately realized sothing.
"Brother Tang Song... I’m sorry... I didn’t know Zhongcheng Group treated your friend this way. This company was always managed by my father before, I also bear so responsibility. It’s my lack of forethought that let Brother Lei be bullied."
She slowly lifted her head, slightly pouting her red lips, like a little girl who did wrong, afraid of being scolded by a parent.
"Please punish ..."
After speaking, she turned to the red wooden dining table, placed her hands on the edge, bent over, her body forming a taut and supple arc.
Her slightly bent, over-the-knee white silk long legs outlined an enticing scenery under the warm yellow spotlight in the private room.
Seeing Jing’s textbook pose, Tang Song couldn’t help but twitch his eyes, feeling his breath heat up.
The sudden burst of inexplicable emotions vanished instantaneously.
Geez, Jing, you really know how to play!
He paced forward, his long hand slowly lifted, then heavily fell.
"Slap!"
The crisp sound echoed in the private room, becoming distinctly clear.
"Ah—!" Jing’s body trembled sharply, "Brother Tang Song, I was wrong!"
Her voice carried a bashful, trembling sob.
"Slap!"
As Tang Song looked at this completely cooperative, fair and gentle girlfriend, his breathing grew increasingly rapid.
Jing, you little devil! No wonder I’ve been wanting to hit Lingling lately, turns out you are the one leading astray!
Must punish hard!
"Private Marseille!"
"I’m sorry! Please forgive !"
...
Outside the private room, indistinct murmurings could be heard from ti to ti, mixed with the restaurant’s background music.
Outside the window, facing the bustling city street, neon lights flickered.
This private act within a semi-public setting brought an indescribably heightened sense of thrill.
Jing lay there, her cheek pressed tightly against the cool red table surface.
Crystal-clear saliva trickled uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, her beautiful big eyes a bit dazed.
...
After a while.
Jing’s legs were weak as she slipped into the private room’s bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, she looked down at her disheveled, reddened chest, still in a state of euphoria.
She tidied herself up properly.
Standing by the washbasin, she leisurely fixed her slightly disheveled hair and clothes.
Reuniting with her long-absent boyfriend, just seeing those long perfect hands made her feel ticklish inside, unable to calm down, wanting nothing more than to play together recklessly.
Now feeling satisfied, her eyes in the mirror regained tranquility and wisdom.
She began to think.
Since Qin Decang entered the board, she could feel the subtle change in her best friend Qin Hua’s attitude.
Of course, they were still best friends and close pals.
But their interactions had always been led by her.
Qin Hua might have an opinion about her boyfriend, but she would never express it so straightforwardly like today or be unwilling to resolve things first.
Moreover, she keenly felt that Qin Hua might have already known about Zhang Lei and Tang Song’s relationship.
Otherwise, how could Qin Hua quickly point the finger at Tang Song when she hadn’t ntioned anything?
The complaints seed unintentional, but it was really a proactive dissociation.
Jing truly understood her best friend very well, even seeing through her thoroughly.
Well, before long, everything will return to normal.
She’s ticulously constructed such a grand stage for Tang Song to shine, involving big nas like Shangguan Qiuya and Zheng Qiudong indirectly.
When the ti cos, at her birthday party, it’s bound to be a great show.
All Qin Hua needs to do is witness the play firsthand, and she’ll naturally know the right course of action.
The reflection in the mirror shows Jing with a lazy and dangerous smile.
So... Mister Tang Song, are you ready?
The upcoming ga will be led by Jing~♡
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