It was almost 10 PM.
At Isha Beauty Salon.
Just after leaving the store, Li Weiwei hurried back inside, looking for Zhao Yaqian, who was tidying up the beauty room.
Excited, she exclaid, "Qianqian! Your boyfriend has secretly co to pick you up again! Are you surprised? Excited?"
Zhao Yaqian was montarily stunned. "Weiwei, what do you an?"
"It's the sa car as last ti! Parked in the sa spot—I even rember the license plate number! I didn't see the person, but it's him!" As soon as she finished speaking, the news quickly drew the attention of the other coworkers who were working the night shift.
"Where is he? Where is he? I want to see him in person."
"I've heard Weiwei say he's super handso; I must see for myself today!"
…
Biting her lip, Zhao Yaqian hurried to the window, pulled back the curtain, and looked across the street to where the car was parked.
She quickly spotted the black BMW under the warm streetlight, hazard lights flashing.
"It's him!" Instantly, her face lit up joyfully, and her previously tired body felt reinvigorated.
"Quick, let's help Qianqian finish up so we can go down and say hi. After all, we ate that expensive cake he bought."
"Yeah, let's hurry! Get moving!"
With her coworkers' enthusiastic help, the tasks were quickly completed. Zhao Yaqian jogged to the changing room and removed her work uniform. Looking at her clothes in the locker, she suddenly regretted not wearing her new dress. Since she worked late for safety reasons, she usually dressed conservatively—mostly in long pants, a loose jacket, and sneakers. Sighing, she changed clothes, grabbed her bag, and headed out.
A few coworkers followed her, giggling and wanting to see this generous and handso boyfriend in person.
As she walked out the door, Zhao Yaqian's pace quickened, and she eventually broke into a run. Reaching the car, she was about to peer through the driver's side window when—
"Click—" The driver's door opened.
Tang Song stepped out, flashing her a bright smile. "Good evening, Qianqian."
Standing under the streetlight in the night, his handso features were highlighted by the interplay of light and shadow. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, black dress pants, and brown leather shoes. The clothes were of high quality, with excellent drapes, combining a fashionable look with a business vibe. Coupled with his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tall figure, he exuded a confident and composed aura, perfectly complented by the gleaming BMW 330, as if he had walked straight out of a TV drama as a corporate elite.
The sight drew gasps of admiration from the coworkers behind Zhao Yaqian.
Although they had heard how outstanding he was from Li Weiwei, seeing him in person was entirely different.
Their job allowed them to interact with many wealthy people—their regular clients were mainly socialites, senior white-collar workers, and second-generation heirs. They could tell this guy was the real deal from his clothing and deanor alone.
Their gazes turned envious as they looked at Zhao Yaqian, almost to tears.
Seeing Tang Song in front of her, Zhao Yaqian's eyes were filled with joy. "Thank you, Brother Song, for coming so far to pick up again today."
Looking at the slender and elegant beauty therapist friend before him, Tang Song smiled and gently took her soft, delicate hand, giving it a light squeeze.
Zhao Yaqian blinked but didn't resist.
Holding her hand, Tang Song stepped forward and said, "Good evening, ladies!"
"Good evening, handso!"
"Thanks for the cake, handso!"
"Qianqian, aren't you going to introduce us to your boyfriend?"
"Yeah, introduce us!"
…
In an instant, the girls gathered around, curiously eyeing them.
Seeing that Tang Song didn't refute being called her "boyfriend," Zhao Yaqian finally felt relieved. She bead and introduced them to each other.
After chatting for a bit by the roadside, Zhao Yaqian waved goodbye. "We're heading off now. See you all tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow!"
"Take care! Stay safe!"
When she suddenly paused, Zhao Yaqian opened the car door, about to get in.
A large orange gift bag was on the passenger seat, practically covering the entire seat. A string of striking black letters was printed on it.
"Brother Song, there's sothing on the seat. Should I move it to the back?" she asked.
Standing by the front of the car, Tang Song smiled. "It's a gift for you—do with it as you please."
"For ?" Zhao Yaqian's eyes lit up.
Her coworkers, who hadn't left yet, quickly gathered around, their eyes filled with envy.
Picking her up late at night was one thing, but bringing a gift too?
"So romantic!"
"Qianqian, hurry and see what it is!"
Without pretense, Zhao Yaqian eagerly lifted the bag—it was quite heavy. Soon, the orange box inside was revealed, and she could see the letters "LOUIS VUITTON."
"Louis Vuitton!" soone shouted, their voice especially loud.
The others also recognized the logo imdiately.
Many of their clients carried LV bags and wore LV clothes.
Looking at the large bag in Zhao Yaqian's hands, they were montarily speechless, feeling waves of envy.
Oh my god! What kind of dream boyfriend is this?
Zhao Yaqian's throat tightened, hardly daring to believe it.
As a girl, she naturally knew the brand. Many people around her often discussed it, and she even fantasized about soday owning a luxury item like that.
But she never expected it to happen on such an ordinary night.
With her face flushed, Zhao Yaqian bit her lip hard as if trying to confirm this wasn't a dream.
Li Weiwei nudged her arm excitedly. "Qianqian, open it up and show us!"
"Yeah! Open it! I want to see what it is!"
…
Urged on by her coworkers, she reached into the bag to pull out the gift box but found a smaller white box inside.
Curious, she picked it up and examined it—it had a phone icon on the front.
"An extra gift?"
"It's an iPhone 14 Pro."
"Wow, the 1TB version! That's over ten thousand yuan!"
Her coworkers' eyes turned red with envy.
Zhao Yaqian lovingly caressed the phone box. She had been aning to replace her old phone—its mory was full, and the cara was poor, but she never had the money to do so. Tang Song had just given her a top-of-the-line phone, fulfilling yet another of her dreams.
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yaqian carefully placed the phone aside and pulled out the large orange gift box. Her coworkers imdiately stepped up—one holding the gift bag, the other the gift box.
Zhao Yaqian impatiently opened the box, carefully unwrapped the white bag inside, and revealed the bag.
She lifted it up and closely examined it.
LV's signature vachetta leather trim, the exquisite logo, the eye-catching tal magnetic closure, the vachetta leather straps...
The simple and elegant design, with smooth lines, showcasing a modern aesthetic.
LV Carryall.
She had seen this model online before and heard friends discuss it but never thought she'd own one.
Everything around her went quiet for a mont, and she felt like she was in a dream.
After what seed like a long ti, Zhao Yaqian carefully packed up the bag and placed it and the phone in the back seat. She barely noticed her coworkers still watching.
She quickly stepped forward, threw her arms around Tang Song, and said, "Thank you for the gift, Brother Song. I love it so much!"
Then, she kissed him on the cheek.
Feeling it wasn't enough to express her gratitude, she kissed him several more tis.
As he felt her soft and voluptuous body pressed against him, a rush of heat surged through Tang Song's lower abdon.
Zhao Yaqian's body stiffened as if she had felt sothing, and she slowly released him.
Tang Song turned to the driver's side, his voice hoarse. "Let's go, Qianqian, it's getting late. Let's get in the car."
Zhao Yaqian quickly nodded, waved goodbye to her coworkers, and obediently entered the passenger seat.
The engine roared to life, and the black BMW 330 rged into the night.
The beauty therapists standing by the curb felt a pang of envy—tonight's dream material was set, but unfortunately, they weren't the main characters.
…
In the quiet car.
Zhao Yaqian hadn't yet co down from her earlier excitent. Her face was flushed, and her legs trembled slightly.
Tang Song's gaze swept over her long legs, wrapped in skinny jeans. He pursed his lips and subtly placed his right hand on her thigh, gently squeezing.
Her legs were firm and elastic, with a wonderful feel.
Feeling the warmth of his hand on her thigh, Zhao Yaqian's body stiffened again but soon relaxed. She turned to look at Tang Song. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelꜰire
Tang Song's face felt hot—this was his first ti doing sothing like this, and he felt slightly embarrassed.
After a mont, his hand moved slightly, starting to slide upward slowly.
A wave of tingling sensation rushed to Zhao Yaqian's head, causing her to gasp in surprise as she grabbed his right hand. "Brother Song!"
Tang Song took a deep breath, pulled the car to the side of the road, and turned off the engine. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he leaned over, breathing in her sweet fragrance, and pressed his lips against her warm ones.
Zhao Yaqian let out a soft moan, gradually loosening her grip on his hand.
Finally, Tang Song learned the size of his beauty therapist friend—approximately a C-cup.
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