Noticing the odd expressions on their faces, Tang Song extended an invitation, "Cousin, Jiajia, how about joining us for dinner?"
Yang Zihang quickly waved his hand, "No need, we ate before heading out. Maybe next ti—we’re all in Yancheng, after all."
"Alright then."
"Oh, by the way, Auntie sent these for you," Yang Jiajia pointed to the cardboard box next to the Passat. "The vegetables were picked fresh from the fields this morning. Auntie packed quite a lot, so if you can’t finish them, feel free to share with your colleagues."
"Okay." Tang Song nodded and squatted down to open the box, finding it filled to the brim.
Spinach, cucumbers, scallions, tomatoes—all freshly picked. There was also a jar of salted eggs.
His mom had probably rembered how he often shared his diet-friendly als with her, which is why she had his cousin bring these over. She likely didn’t call ahead because she was afraid he’d refuse, thinking it would be too much trouble.
Gao ngting squatted down beside him, legs together, and cheerfully said, "These veggies are so fresh! I bet you can’t finish them all, and as your colleague, I feel it’s my duty to help you out."
"Haha, sure. Last ti, I ate plenty of those at buns your mom sent, so consider this a thank-you gift."
Gao ngting turned to him with sparkling eyes, "How about we skip eating out tonight and head to my place instead? I’ll cook for us."
"Sounds good."
Tang Song lifted the box, and Gao ngting quickly opened the trunk to help him load it in.
Listening to their conversation, Yang Zihang and Yang Jiajia exchanged a look.
Wow! He’s already going to her place?
As they finished loading the groceries and prepared to say goodbye, Yang Jiajia couldn’t help but ask, "Brother, are you still working at that trading company as a programr?"
She glanced over at Gao ngting, standing by the rcedes.
Could it be that he’s dating the boss’s daughter? That would be incredible!
Tang Song smiled and explained, "I’ve started my own business now—live-streaming e-comrce. ngting is my business partner."
His wealth would co to light eventually, and he didn’t plan on hiding it from his family. This was the perfect opportunity to give them a heads-up. With live-streaming currently booming, many people had already made fortunes through it. This way, when the ti ca, his family could accept his success more easily.
"Entrepreneurship? And she’s a partner?" Yang Jiajia’s eyes lit up with excitent. "Brother, I wish you success! Make a fortune soon, and when I graduate, I’ll co work for you!"
"Thanks for the good wishes, Jiajia." Tang Song waved and said, "We’ll head off now—we haven’t had dinner yet."
"Alright, bye-bye."
"Bye!"
After saying their goodbyes, Tang Song got into the passenger seat.
The silver rcedes S-Class smoothly started up and gradually disappeared into the night.
Watching it go, Yang Zihang felt a pang of bitterness.
A beautiful partner, driving a rcedes S-Class, starting a business with his cousin, and cooking dinner for him at night. This feels like sothing straight out of a sci-fi movie!
...
"Has your roommate finished packing?"
"Yes, she’s graduating next month, so she’s been spending most of her ti off-campus. Soon, I’ll have a permanent companion."
The two chatted as the car slowly drove into Zhuxi Complex.
"We’re here!" Gao ngting parked the car downstairs, turned off the engine, and got out.
Tang Song rummaged through the trunk for a bit and pulled out a clean shopping bag. He opened the box and filled the bag with a portion of each type of vegetable and a few salted eggs.
They took the elevator to the 12th floor.
Gao ngting pulled out her keys from her bag, opened the door to apartnt 1202, and stepped inside.
The living room was pitch black.
"My roommate has been super busy lately. She ntioned a project with a tight deadline, so she’s been working late, coming ho at odd hours," Gao ngting explained while turning on the lights.
The apartnt now had more items than before, with several sketches and watercolors hanging on the walls, giving the space a cozier, more lived-in feel.
"Make yourself at ho. It’s already 7:30, so I’ll start cooking." Gao ngting took the bag of vegetables from Tang Song’s hand. "The room on the west side is my roommate’s—don’t barge in there."
Tang Song laughed and asked, "What about the east room? Can I take a look?"
Gao ngting raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Go ahead, but don’t go through my drawers."
"Okay, no problem!" Tang Song’s eyes sparkled with excitent. He hadn’t been in many won’s bedrooms, and he was curious. Plus, since she was his business partner, it made sense to get to know her better.
Biting her lip, Gao ngting took the vegetables into the kitchen.
Tang Song opened the door to the main bedroom on the east side.
A faint scent greeted him, the sa scent that lingered around Gao ngting.
He turned on the light.
The room was neat and tidy, with a floral-patterned bedspread in soft colors. A simple wooden nightstand by the bed held a mirror, a book, and a cup. Below the window sat a white bean bag chair with a small ottoman in front of it, next to a mini bookshelf.
The room’s overall tones were light gray and white, giving it a cozy and tasteful atmosphere. Unfortunately, there were no scattered undergarnts lying around. Find the newest release on novel⦿fire
Tang Song plopped onto the bean bag chair, propping his feet up on the ottoman. He casually pulled out a book from the shelf.
From the kitchen ca the sound of sizzling as Gao ngting cooked.
Breathing in the pleasant scent of the room and sinking into the softness of the chair, Tang Song began reading the book he had grabbed, titled Walden.
...
At 9 PM, after dinner, the two of them moved a couple of chairs out onto the balcony.
They enjoyed the breeze, gazing at the sparkling night sky and chatting. They discussed their thoughts on Walden, shared their impressions of the new team mbers, and talked about their hopes for the company’s future.
As the crescent moon rose higher and the air grew cooler, Tang Song glanced at the ti and stood up. "It’s getting late. I should head ho. You should rest early too."
"I’ll walk you out."
After putting on their shoes, they opened the door and took the elevator down.
Having talked so much earlier, Gao ngting now seed quieter.
Outside the building, standing by the rcedes S450, Gao ngting had her brown hair tied up in a clip after cooking, exposing her delicate earlobes and slender neck. Loose strands of hair floated softly in the breeze, creating a picture-perfect atmosphere.
Tang Song glanced at her bare legs and gently said, "It’s a bit chilly outside. You should go back in."
"Tang Song," Gao ngting suddenly called out with a smile.
"Yes? What’s up?"
Looking up at him, she softly but firmly said, "On April 15th, I first saw you at Mingjun Auto Repair Shop. On April 22nd, you walked into iting Discount Fashion Store and invited to beco your partner, bringing to Yunxi Tower.
On April 25th, we officially registered our Songi Fashion Trade Co., Ltd. On May 2nd, we hired our first employee.
And today, May 11th, we now have a complete and professional team, and our company is finally on the right track.
Thank you, partner. You’ve changed my life and pulled out of the mud.
From here on out, leave the company to —I promise I won’t let you down!"
With that, she opened her arms and hugged him.
Feeling the warmth and softness of her body, and the familiar scent around him, Tang Song didn’t hesitate this ti.
He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her gently yet firmly, fully appreciating her curves.
When Gao ngting tried to pull away, she found herself unable to.
Her hands pressed against his chest as she leaned back slightly, her face flushed. "Tang Song! What are you doing?"
"Why can you hug , but I can’t hug you?" Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Tang Song could clearly feel her softness, and his heart began to race.
"You... you’re hugging wrong! You’re being inappropriate!" Gao ngting protested, embarrassed.
Just as Tang Song was about to reply, the roar of an engine broke the mont.
Suddenly, an anxious voice called out from behind, "ngting!"
Tang Song turned to see a young man riding a cruiser motorcycle stopping beside them.
He took off his helt, revealing a handso face.
Tang Song recognized him imdiately—it was Liu Wenning, the internet celebrity singer who lived next door to Gao ngting. He was quite good at playing the guitar.
Hearing the voice, Gao ngting quickly stepped out of Tang Song’s embrace, smoothing her hair. "Mr. Liu, what’s going on?"
"Are you alright? I just saw him—"
Before he could finish, Gao ngting interrupted, "You’re misunderstanding. We were just joking around."
Liu Wenning froze, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I misunderstood."
With that, he got back on his motorcycle and rode off.
As he parked downstairs and entered the building, Liu Wenning couldn’t help but glance back at Gao ngting.
The rcedes S-Class’s digital headlights lit up, casting brilliant beams of light onto the ground in front of him.
The man in the white shirt smiled and said goodbye to Gao ngting before getting into the car.
Liu Wenning clenched his fists, his expression darkening.
No matter how fast his Toyota 86 was, he couldn’t catch up to the rcedes that Natsuki liked.
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