Returning to the locker room, Wen Ruan slipped out of her gym clothes and admired her devilish figure in the mirror, flashing a bright, clean smile. She whispered, "Nice to et you, Tang Song."
After today's interaction, she had a much clearer impression of Tang Song. He was no longer just an online acquaintance but had beco a real-life friend. Standing over 1.8 ters tall with a well-proportioned, healthy physique and handso features, especially when he smiled with those rosy lips and white teeth, he looked fantastic. From a purely aesthetic standpoint, he was quite attractive, perfectly fitting her taste.
At 25, he didn't smoke or drink excessively, was reliable and serious in his work, had a mild introverted temperant, enjoyed exercising, and was disciplined. His breath was naturally fresh, and he had no unpleasant odors. He dressed well, his hairstyle was attractive, and his hands were long, slender, and fair, with smooth and shiny nails. He drove a BMW 330 worth 400,000 yuan, ran his own business, and had a strong sense of ambition. Even within her social circle, he was considered quite outstanding.
From any perspective, he matched her criteria for a partner.
After changing into her regular work clothes, Wen Ruan checked her phone. There were many ssages in her group chat with her close friends, mostly asking about her progress with Tang Song. Smiling, Wen Ruan replied, "Everything is under control. He's going to dream about tonight."
[Wen Ruan: Villain's laugh.jpg]
[Hu Mingli: "@Zhuangzhuang, don't bully him too much! Tang Song is dear to , so if you want to tease him, at least pay !"]
[Wen Ruan: "Split that SK-II set he bought for you with first."]
[Zhang Ziqi: "Zhuangzhuang, what's he like? Is he as good as Lili says? How does he compare to Gu Cheng?"]
[Hu Mingli: "He's different. Tang Song's personality is much better than Gu Cheng's. Plus, he's starting his own business now—he has a bright future ahead."]
[Zhang Ziqi: "It's normal for a workplace elite like Gu Cheng to have a bit of a personality."]
Seeing Gu Cheng's na made Wen Ruan's gaze flicker. Over the years, especially since she started working out and her figure had improved, many exceptional n had co into her life—Gu Cheng was one of them. He was her age, ca from a well-off family, drove a rcedes, lived in a villa, and was an investnt manager at a large financial firm. Her friends and family all thought he was a great match, but she always felt he was fake, and they didn't connect, not like she did with Tang Song. Plus, Tang Song was more handso.
Shaking her head, Wen Ruan smiled and replied, "Tang Song is great—I want to flirt with him."
…
Tang Song sat on a high-seat lat pulldown machine near the hallway, waiting 5 or 6 minutes before finally spotting Wen Ruan erging from the locker room. She had changed into a more casual work outfit—an oatal-colored jacket and black flared pants—yet her impressive figure was still evident.
As she passed Tang Song, she didn't say much; she just waved calmly and left, her deanor effortlessly natural. Watching her walk away, Tang Song felt slightly out of his depth with this mature older sister.
Thinking it over, he sent a ssage to Hu Mingli: "Sister Mingli, I just t Wen Ruan. Could you find out what she thinks of ?"
"Dingdong—"
[Hu Mingli: "Go for it! I've got your back!"]
Seeing this ssage, Tang Song instantly felt pumped up, brimming with energy. After a brief chat, he put his phone away and opened the system interface, entering the shop module. The once-empty shelves now displayed three items, each glowing in a different hue, looking incredibly flashy.
He ntally touched one of the items, and its details instantly popped up:
[Recovery Potion*10]: Quickly restores physical stamina to peak condition and eliminates any soreness or discomfort, helping you complete your training more effectively. (Price: ¥300,000)
[Magic Protein Powder]: Provides sufficient nutrition for two weeks, effectively promoting muscle protein synthesis, speeding up muscle growth and repair, and offering high satiety, aiding in weight control and body shaping. (Price: ¥300,000)
[Beginner Bone Strengthening Potion]: Slightly enhances bone structure, improving bone flexibility, strength, and durability, leading to healthier bones and increased resistance to pressure. Constitution 2. (Price: ¥1,000,000)
After reading through the product details, Tang Song's eyes lit up. Aweso! The system has co to my rescue!
As a newbie to fitness, he faced nurous challenges, like insufficient stamina, muscle and joint soreness, and inadequate or improper nutrition. These issues could hinder his training and daily life. But with these special items, he wouldn't have to worry about any of that. During the next 10 days of his workout challenge, he could give it his all and lower his body fat percentage.
He didn't set high goals—dropping his body fat to 16% so his abs would be slightly visible would be enough.
Without hesitation, he spent ¥600,000 to purchase the first two items. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel·fiɾe·net
"Ding! You have acquired [Recovery Potion*10]."
"Ding! You have acquired [Magic Protein Powder]."
[Balance: ¥475,000]
As for the [Beginner Bone Strengthening Potion] priced at ¥1,000,000, he could wait a bit. With the inco from his title [Popular ], he could likely afford it after releasing another video tonight.
After working out for a bit longer and completing his one-hour gym session, Tang Song took a shower, changed into formal clothes, and headed to Yunxi Tower.
…
8:00 PM.
At Yanjing Tiancheng's large apartnt.
Tang Song changed into a clean, fresh white T-shirt and jeans. Following the sa process as his last video, he sat in his study, adjusted the lighting and cara to focus on his hands and guitar, and began fingerpicking A Love That Never Ends.
A minute later, he checked the footage, which looked as great as before. He exported the video to his computer and opened the editing software, thodically adjusting the color and adding filters. His eyes drifted to the city's nightscape outside the window as he worked.
The night had fallen, and the city's lights were just beginning to glow, outlining the urban landscape in the darkness. The streets were bustling with traffic, car lights weaving into a flowing tapestry of light.
The scene was stunning and vibrant.
Inspired, Tang Song decided to try a different background. He moved a chair to the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, dimd most of the lights, leaving only the warm ambiance lighting, set up his action cara on a tripod, adjusted the angle and settings, and sat down to play the song again.
His fair, slender hands, the dark guitar, the vibrating strings, the magnificent glass curtain wall, the city nightscape… Perfect!
…
9:50 PM.
Zhao Yaqian and her coworker exited the Isha Beauty Salon.
"Qianqian, co on, don't be shy. I live in Qiaoxi District, too, so I'll give you a ride." Her coworker waved her over warmly.
"Alright, thank you, Sister Qiaoyun!"
"Let's go. My car's over here."
Zhao Yaqian followed her coworker, a cream-colored Wuling Hongguang Mini EV, to her car. After sending a quick WeChat ssage to He Liting, Zhao Yaqian gazed at her reflection in the car window and found herself thinking of Tang Song again. For so reason, she couldn't stop thinking about him whenever she had downti recently.
Since Brother Song treated her coworkers to that durian mille crepe cake, their attitude towards her had improved significantly. Even Sister Qiaoyun, who hadn't been very close, offered her a ride today.
About 20 minutes later, the car stopped at an intersection.
"Thanks, Sister Qiaoyun. You can drop off here—my cousin is coming to pick up. Bye!"
Getting exited the car, Zhao Yaqian spotted He Liting waiting by the roadside. Her face lit up with a big smile as she ran over and hopped onto the back of the electric bike. They slowly rode along the street, illuminated by the streetlights, with Zhao Yaqian holding her cousin's waist and chatting about her day at the salon.
Mid-ride, He Liting suddenly said, "Qianqian, I'm planning to change jobs. I'll start sending out my resu next week."
"Switching jobs sounds good. You've been talking about it for a while now. This job often requires weekend overti, so finding sothing more relaxed would be better," Zhao Yaqian replied, understanding her cousin's frustrations.
He Liting sighed, "The main reason is the managent's unfair treatnt. Even though we t our sales targets, the promised performance bonuses vanished. My colleagues are all upset, so I want to find a new job before the graduation season hits."
Zhao Yaqian nodded, only partially understanding. She wasn't very familiar with her cousin's industry—He Liting worked as a live streaming operations manager at an e-comrce company, often working overti.
Back at the rental apartnt, Zhao Yaqian went through her nightly routine—removing her makeup, washing up, and changing into pajamas. Just as she was about to remove her jeans, she suddenly froze, rembering the ssage Tang Song sent her on WeChat. She glanced at her smooth legs, her face red as she instinctively pressed them together.
She checked the ti—10:45 PM. He was probably asleep by now.
After hesitating for a while, Zhao Yaqian opened the cara, snapped a picture of her pressed-together long legs, bit her lip, and sent it to Tang Song. She silently counted down in her mind: "10, 9, 8…5…4…"
I sent it, but you were asleep and didn't see it.
Just as she was about to press and hold to recall the ssage…
"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"
[Tang Song: "Send more, I'm in a hurry!"]
Startled, Zhao Yaqian's hand shook, and she quickly recalled the photo.
[Tang Song: "I already saved it."]
In a panic, Zhao Yaqian hastily pulled on her pajama pants and dove under the covers, trembling with embarrassnt.
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