On a relaxing afternoon, the office lobby was empty.
As Tang Song registered at the front desk, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching—quick and rhythmic.
Turning his head, he saw the beautiful and sexy female rider from earlier walking toward him.
Noticing Tang Song, the girl frowned slightly and instinctively stopped a few steps away.
After finishing the registration, Tang Song headed toward the elevator. Content originally cos from novel⦿fire
Monts later, the girl also walked in.
"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly opened.
They both stepped inside.
Tang Song pressed the button for the 15th floor, and the girl reached out as if to press a button but then hesitated and withdrew her hand.
The elevator was empty except for the two, with only a faint fragrance lingering in the air.
The girl stood in the corner, expressionless, exuding a cold and aloof aura.
When the elevator reached the 15th floor, the girl quickly walked out.
Tang Song followed her, admiring her graceful figure from behind.
He then saw her walk into the office of Shimr Coffee.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, thinking we were fated to et.
A pleasant voice echoed through the hallway, "Hello, I'm Cheng Qiuqiu, a designer from Inspiration Design Company. I have an appointnt with your CEO."
The receptionist, Guo Siyu, nodded, "Alright, Miss Cheng. Let show you to the eting room."
She then noticed Tang Song walking in and waved enthusiastically, "Hi, Tang Song! What a coincidence; this is the UI designer invited by CEO Xie. Co on, I'll take you both to the eting room."
Cheng Qiuqiu was montarily surprised and glanced at Tang Song, not expecting him to be an employee of the company.
The three of them walked down the hallway and turned a corner.
Guo Siyu smiled, "You two can wait in the eting room. I'll go get CEO Xie."
"Thank you, Siyu." Tang Song casually opened the glass door to the eting room and gestured to Cheng Qiuqiu, "Please, after you."
Cheng Qiuqiu paused briefly, thanked him, and quickly walked inside.
She placed her backpack on the conference table and took out a silver MacBook Pro.
Tang Song sat down next to her, also pulling out his laptop. He glanced at the reserved designer and smiled, "Hello, I'm Tang Song, the part-ti tech at Shimr Coffee. I'm responsible for developing and maintaining the website and mini-program, so we'll work together on the UI redesign."
Cheng Qiuqiu pressed her lips together and softly replied, "Hello, I'm Cheng Qiuqiu."
The sound of high heels tapping on the floor echoed as Xie Shuyu walked in. She was dressed in a white office outfit, her hair slightly curled, and her A-line skirt revealed her long, fair legs.
She scanned the room and smiled, "Good afternoon, both of you."
"Hello, Sister Shuyu."
"Hello, CEO Xie."
After a brief exchange of greetings, Xie Shuyu approached and patted Cheng Qiuqiu's shoulder, "Thank you, Qiuqiu. Our developer is part-ti, so he's only available on weekends. I'm sorry to take up your valuable weekend ti."
"It's no trouble, CEO Xie. It's what I'm here to do," Cheng Qiuqiu replied quickly.
Xie Shuyu was a friend of her boss and a company client.
Xie Shuyu then looked at Tang Song and smiled, "I have another eting to attend, so you two can discuss the UI details independently. Once you've finalized the design, just send the drafts. I trust both of your abilities—good luck!"
"Alright, CEO Xie."
"Got it, Sister Shuyu."
As Xie Shuyu left, Cheng Qiuqiu returned to her seat, her expression serious. "CEO Xie has already sent screenshots of the mini-program's test version, but I'm unfamiliar with many functional interactions. Could you grant access to Tang Song so we can quickly go through it?"
"Sure, just a mont." Tang Song nodded and started working on his laptop.
Soon, Guo Siyu brought in coffee and cake.
The two quickly got into the work mode, sipping coffee as they discussed the details of the mini-program's UI.
Cheng Qiuqiu was highly professional, raising precise and relevant points and demonstrating her extensive experience.
Since the number of pages was limited, it only took them about an hour to finish.
Cheng Qiuqiu closed her laptop and stood up, "I'll share the design drafts on Blue Lake once they're done, with detailed specifications for dinsions and colors."
"Great, that's perfect." Tang Song took out his phone and opened a QR code, "Let's add each other on WeChat. You can send the Blue Lake invite link later, and feel free to reach out if you have any questions."
"Sure." Cheng Qiuqiu took out her phone, opened her work WeChat, and scanned his QR code to add him.
Afterward, they went to the general manager's office to say goodbye to Xie Shuyu and then left the building together.
As they left the office building, Tang Song admired the gleaming motorcycle in the sunlight and remarked, "Girls who ride sportbikes are cool! I'm a fan of the GSX250, too. The glacier silver color looks fantastic—how much did you pay for it?"
"A bit over 20,000 yuan, I don't quite rember." Cheng Qiuqiu replied casually, not showing much interest in the conversation. She pulled out her keys and waved, "Tang Song, I'll be off now. Bye-bye."
"Bye-bye."
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, sensing her distant attitude, but he didn't push the conversation.
The image of her leaning low over the motorcycle had left a strong impression on him. Since they would now be working together, he had wanted to chat a bit and maybe beco friends. However, her cold deanor suggested otherwise.
The warm and teasing nature of soone like Wen Ruan seems more my style.
Watching the motorcycle disappear from view, Tang Song glanced at the sunny weather.
Perhaps it was ti for him to buy a motorcycle or a road bike—sothing to take out on scenic roads when the weather was nice. And if he could ride with soone like Wen Ruan, that would be even better.
"Dingdong—" His phone suddenly buzzed.
[Wen Ruan: "You didn't slack off today, sweating that much. Well done, little brother."]
Tang Song smiled, impressed by their connection, and replied, "Is there a reward for that?"
A mont later:
[Wen Ruan: Video.video]
It was a freshly shot video.
Tang Song opened it, and at first, it showed beautiful scenery. About 10 seconds in, the cara shifted focus.
The lens zood in on her shapely thighs and flat stomach, then panned up to her ample chest and vibrant face.
Wen Ruan winked at the cara with her right eye.
Tang Song took a deep breath. The video had a much stronger impact than photos, so he thought maybe he should guide his beauty therapist friend in shooting videos, too.
…
On the greenway along the Taiping River.
A satisfied smile spread across Wen Ruan's face as she teased Tang Song with a few more ssages before finally putting her phone back in her backpack.
Her familiar riding companion, Guan Dongi, approached her and reminded her, "Sister Wen Ruan, it's ti to head back."
"Mm." Wen Ruan responded, putting on her helt and mounting her bike.
Soon, the group set off again.
They were all mbers of the sa cycling club, and when the weather was good, they often rode together to visit local scenic spots.
On the way, Guan Dongi, riding beside Wen Ruan, asked with a teasing smile, "Sister Wen Ruan, what happened to Gu Cheng, who used to ride with us? He hasn't been around for a while—are you worried we'll steal him from you?"
When the weather first ward up earlier this year, Gu Cheng joined their cycling group twice.
With his gentle and refined deanor, handso looks, and high-profile job, he quickly attracted the attention of many won.
Wen Ruan casually replied, "I'm not very close with him, so we haven't stayed in touch much. Do you want his WeChat? I can send it to you."
Guan Dongi blinked in surprise, "You two aren't together?"
Wen Ruan glanced at her sidelong, "Why would I be with him?"
"Uh…" Guan Dongi was at a loss for words.
In her mind, a man as excellent as Gu Cheng was soone Wen Ruan should have clung to tightly.
Though Wen Ruan had great qualities, she was nearing 30. Their cycling group included many young, sexy girls, and privately, they all believed that Wen Ruan was reluctant to bring Gu Cheng around because she was worried he might be taken away.
Guan Dongi's eyes glead, and she joked, "Then I won't hold back. Sister Wen Ruan, please send his WeChat later."
She was confident in herself—coming from a good family with a solid job and education. Although her looks and figure weren't as striking as Wen Ruan's, she wasn't bad and had the advantage of youth.
"Alright." Wen Ruan slowed her bike and smiled, "Give a mont; I'll send it to you right now. I hope you two have a great chat."
If Gu Cheng could shift his focus elsewhere, that would be a relief for her. It would also avoid any future misunderstandings with Tang Song.
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