Chapter 211: Chapter 171: Xue Who Values Participation Chapter 211: Chapter 171: Xue Who Values Participation YJTC, large apartnt.
“Bang!” The door was slamd shut.
A man and a woman embraced each other tightly as if by an unspoken agreent.
“Huff, puff—”
Zhao Yaqian was breathing heavily, her long legs clad in black stockings coiling around him, her sensual and fiery body incredibly captivating.
She lifted her head and pressed her fine nose against his lips, saying affectionately, “Brother Song, your lips sll so nice, I really like them.”
Tang Song kissed her cheek, reveling in her wonderfully seductive curves.
“Ah~” Zhao Yaqian exclaid, her body tensed.
After a while, she nibbled on her boyfriend’s ear, whispering, “My last period was on April 29th, these days are absolutely safe, we can do it a few more tis without a problem.”
“You’re so sensible!” Tang Song took a deep breath and managed to withdraw his hand from under her skirt to press the button that closed the electric curtains.
The faint blush of twilight outside the window narrowed gradually until it vanished.
The living room was lit solely by the dim ambient lights, the air seeming to beco scorching hot.
The 19-year-old beautician greedily savored the texture of her boyfriend’s muscles, her soul slowly drifting, her face filled with intoxication and abandon.
“Creak—” Tang Song carried Zhao Yaqian to the sofa, where they entwined face to face.
The peaceful living room was filled with rustling sounds.
Biting her moist lips, Zhao Yaqian panted, “Brother Song, I think Xue really likes these stockings, they’re even from Balenciaga, it’s such a waste to tear them, how about another day?”
Tang Song smiled and applied a slight force with his hands.
“Sssh—” The pale skin contrasted sharply with the shiny black stockings.
Zhao Yaqian exclaid and quickly said, “Brother Song, I’ll take off the shirt and the hip-hugging skirt first, I’m afraid I’ll get them dirty later.”
She still rembered her boyfriend’s performance last ti; if they got stained, she really wouldn’t know how to explain it to Xue.
Tang Song slowly unbuttoned her shirt, “No need to take them off, just ask her how much the outfit costs later, and pay her double.”
“Alright, I’ll ask her in a bit.” Zhao Yaqian could only quietly apologize to Xue, after all, she had promised to take good care of the clothes when borrowing them, but now she’d have to break her word.
However, having gained so much today, if she couldn’t et such a small request from her boyfriend, it would seem rather unreasonable.
During the weekend shopping spree, she could compensate Xue with a luxury gift.
As Zhao Yaqian pondered, she suddenly shivered, her gaze becoming lost.
“Alright, Qianqian, the living room is big enough, let’s play basketball together.”
“Sure.” As a novice player, Zhao Yaqian was eager to take up the challenge.
After a mont.
“Brother Song, you’re not playing fair, stealing the start!”
“Wooo—”
Unfortunately, there was no referee at the scene of the ga, otherwise, the sound of “toot toot toot” whistles would definitely be heard.
The scene turned chaotic.
Tang Song played multiple roles alone, power forward, small forward, point guard, shooting guard.
Bolting forward, dribbling up, and a violent dunk!
He fiercely dominated Zhao Yaqian.
…
The residual sun at the horizon bled like blood, slowly sinking below the horizon, leaving a trace of afterglow lingering in the sky.
The colors in the sky blurred and shifted from orange-red to deep blue, then to profound black.
Lights began to sparkle in corners of the city like stars in the night sky.
YJHT, a dim bedroom.
Slim and long arms hung down from the bed, radiating a slight gloss, the exquisite nails intimately touching the wooden floor.
Still dressed in a cocktail dress and high heels, Lin Muxue lay on the bed, her eyes red, her teeth tightly biting her lower lip.
Images of him getting out of the car flickered before her eyes.
The white Bentley Continental GT, the handso and upright young man, the Patek Philippe studded with diamonds.
So the watch was real after all.
Lin Muxue’s body shivered, and she sat up from the bed.
She turned on the bedside lamp and looked around aimlessly for a while, then suddenly rembered sothing.
She walked out of the bedroom, opened her Dior handbag, and finally found her phone inside.
There were already dozens of unread ssages on WeChat.
As a popular woman with an outstanding persona,
her WeChat was inevitably filled with admirers and fawning fans.
Every day, she received nurous greetings, weather updates, and sentintal texts.
In addition, there were ssages from so colleagues and friends.
Lin Muxue scrolled down several pages with her fair, slender fingers, finally finding that familiar yet strange na.
The profile picture was an ani character, and the nickna was “Tang Song.”
She opened the chat window.
[Tang Song: Let’s be friends.jpg]
[Tang Song: “Good evening, I didn’t see you at the negotiations soirée tonight?”]
[Lin Muxue: “I was only in charge of registration, I didn’t participate in the subsequent soirée.”]
[Tang Song: “OK, alright. You work at Rongxin Venture Capital, so you must be in the Cloud Stream Building on the 19th floor, right?”]
[Lin Muxue: “Hmm, a bit tired, going to sleep early, good night.”]
…
Lin Muxue forcefully ran her fingers through her hair.
She thought about a few points that Zhao Yaqian ntioned during lunch.
She and her boyfriend t at a hairdresser’s, he wasn’t remarkable then but later turned out to be wealthy, they just had a deeper conversation two days ago, and he imdiately promised to support her for life.
I could have been in her shoes!
A young and handso boyfriend, a 100 million dollar trust, an annual maintenance fee of 14 million dollars, luxury cars, large apartnts, charity dinners, business jets, international fashion weeks, luxury cruises.
Lin Muxue’s vision blurred suddenly as she began to sob and bury her head in her hands.
Regret wound around her like a bone-corroding venomous snake.
The opportunity she had once dread of had appeared before her eyes, and she watched helplessly as it slipped away—and it had involved a boy she had feelings for.
After a while, her cries gradually subsided.
Lin Muxue kicked off her high heels, washed the makeup that had been smudged on her face, and collapsed onto the soft bed.
“Ding dong—” The notification sound from WeChat rang out.
But she had no intention of checking it.
“Ding dong—” It sounded again.
She lifted her head, her lips still clung to strands of her black hair.
She picked up her phone and glanced at it, her eyes widening slightly.
[Isa Beauty Salon – Qianqian: “Xue, how much did you pay for the outfit I wore today?”]
[Isa Beauty Salon – Qianqian: “Sorry dear, I accidentally dirtied the clothes. I’ll pay for them so you can buy a new set, is that okay?”]
“Dirtied?” Images flashed instantly through Lin Muxue’s mind.
She hesitated for a mont and replied, “It’s okay, I’ll just wash it. After all, it’s been worn for a while.”
If it had been Tang Song, she wouldn’t mind at all.
So ti passed.
[Isa Beauty Salon – Qianqian: “Actually, I’ll pay for it. My boyfriend accidentally damaged it. Darling, could you total up the blouse hip pack skirt stockings? How much is everything?”]
Damaged?
Lin Muxue was stunned at first, feeling a bit heartbroken.
She owned many clothes, but only a few were truly luxury items.
To please Zhao Yaqian, she had picked her most presentable ones.
Then, violent images flashed through her mind again.
Torn stockings, a skirt pulled up, a blouse flung open.
Realizing they were her clothes made her shiver uncontrollably, her body slightly feverish.
What was with this strange sense of involvent?
After all, the clothes were indeed ruined.
Bitting her lip, she replied, “Bought them two months ago. Consider them second-hand, let’s say 6000 yuan.”
After sending the ssage, her gaze flickered, and she changed the WeChat nickna to “Qianqian.”
A mont later, “Buzz buzz buzz—”
[Qianqian: “Transfer: 20,000.00 yuan, please accept the money.”]
[Qianqian: “I rember you said that Prada set was over ten thousand, plus the Balenciaga stockings, let’s make it 20,000 yuan, sorry Xue.”]
Looking at the four zeros shining glaringly after the 2, Lin Muxue’s lips trembled with both joy and jealousy.
Her outfit altogether was only worth about twelve or thirteen thousand yuan.
That beautician who had treated them to lunch this noon still wore a pained expression, yet now she transferred twenty thousand yuan without hesitation.
Things really had changed!
This was truly the life of a golden canary with an annual salary of millions!
Envy almost made her teeth sour.
She accepted the paynt, her eyes filling with tears again as she looked at the WeChat balance of 38,000 yuan.
Not even a day had passed.
After wiping her tears, Lin Muxue hesitated, then sent a voice call invitation.
She had accepted the money, but to foster a good sisterly relationship, pleasantries must be exchanged.
The call invitation had been out for a good while, and just as she was about to hang up, it was finally answered.
A dry, raspy voice ca from the other end, “Hello, Xue.”
Lin Muxue got startled and nervously said, “Qianqian, are you okay?”
From what she knew, a normal Make Love session shouldn’t last too long.
To have made a young and energetic girl like Qianqian sound like this.
Could it be that they were playing so kind of letter ga?
This million-yuan salary sure wasn’t easy to earn!
Through the phone, Zhao Yaqian drank so water, her voice weak, “I’m fine, I’m sorry, Xue, for ruining your clothes.”
Lin Muxue softly replied, “It’s okay, the outfit didn’t actually cost that much. I kept the extra, and I’ll send you a Dior bracelet later.”
Being pretty savvy emotionally, she knew how to quickly bridge their relationship.
Owing each other little favors, they naturally deepened their bond.
“Thank you, Xue. Co shopping with this weekend, I’ll also get you a gift,” Zhao Yaqian said with a happy smile.
After chatting for a bit longer and agreeing on a ti and place,
“That settles it, I won’t keep you from resting anymore.”
“Bye Xue.”
Lin Muxue gently said “bye” and was just about to end the call when she heard Zhao Yaqian’s exclamatory voice through the receiver.
Then there was a series of chaotic, bizarre noises.
“This…” Lin Muxue was dumbstruck. She initially wanted to end the voice call but couldn’t resist and switched to speaker mode.
Listening to the voices of Tang Song and Zhao Yaqian, she felt dizzy and disoriented.
Lin Muxue was probably truly unwell.
Lying in bed tossing and turning, her cheeks flushed.
This sorrow ca without warning.
Tears soaked the two pillows at the head of the bed.
One was hers, the other also hers.
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