Breathing in Little Jing’s soft, sweet scent, Tang Song gently patted her head, his voice warm, “Thank you, Little Jing.”
Little Jing tilted her head up, her big, expressive eyes locking onto his.
She almost wanted to ask: How do you plan to thank ? Could your hands be part of it?
But since they weren’t alone, she only smiled and, in a soft ani-like voice, replied in Japanese, “Dō itashimashite (you’re welco).”
Her tone was delicate, like a character straight from a romantic slice-of-life series, making Tang Song’s ears tingle.
Standing nearby, Guo Peng swallowed hard, his eyes betraying a mix of envy and admiration.
Little Jing was undeniably the goddess of the company—her creamy skin, signature bangs, natural "JK beauty" vibe, and rich-girl aura left no room for debate.
Every guy, including Guo Peng himself, had fantasized about her at least once. If soone were to marry her, it would undoubtedly be a dream co true.
But now, it seed Tang Song had effortlessly won her over.
Then again, looking at Tang Song now—a tall, fit man with sharp features and an undeniable aura of self-assurance—Guo Peng couldn’t help but admit he was on a different level.
In comparison, Du Shaokai, the previous "office heartthrob," was leagues behind.
Guo Peng touched his slightly bulging stomach with a pang of regret. When will it be my turn to change my stars?
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Tang Song kept his arm around Little Jing’s slender waist and turned to Guo Peng.
“By the way, Brother Guo, how’s the house hunting going?”
Guo Peng had previously ntioned saving enough for a down paynt and planning to buy an apartnt in May.
Tang Song had always regarded Guo Peng as a solid and dependable colleague.
Guo Peng scratched his head and said, a bit sheepishly, “I had my eye on an older two-bedroom unit in the Bridge West area—about 89 square ters. But… uh… after the promotion and pay raise, I thought I might hold off and save for a newer building with a better location and school district.”
Tang Song smiled, patting Guo Peng on the shoulder. “I hope you find your dream ho soon, Brother Guo—and with it, a great wife!”
Little Jing chid in brightly, “Yes, Brother Guo! Here’s to you getting a big house soon!”
Guo Peng laughed heartily, his eyes gleaming with hope and gratitude. “Thanks, thanks! That ans a lot.”
After chatting for a few more minutes, Tang Song opened the car door for Little Jing, and the two got in.
The Wuling Hongguang rumbled to life, its tires crunching over the pavent as it pulled away.
“Take care, Brother Guo!”
“Bye-bye, Brother Guo~!”
Guo Peng waved at the departing car. “Drive safe!”
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In the Wuling Hongguang
Tang Song focused on the road, the rhythmic sound of the engine accompanying his thoughts.
Today had been a day full of change—moving out of Qingxin Jiayuan, revisiting a mory sparked by White Moonlight’s photo, unlocking the second phase of his growth plan, and hearing about Guo Peng’s steady progress.
He couldn’t help but reflect.
If it weren’t for the ‘Ga Becos Reality’ system, I’d likely be walking a similar path—saving up, buying a modest car, settling into a small apartnt, and marrying soone I barely know.
His gaze shifted to Little Jing sitting in the passenger seat.
She was dressed in a high-quality white dress that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous yet youthful figure. Her delicate face was frad by twin ponytails, giving her an air of innocent charm.
Her head was slightly bowed as she busily typed away on her phone, long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She looked like a fresh cherry blossom, about to bloom.
She’s so stunning.
Back when he worked at Jinxiu Comrce, he’d never dared to imagine a day like this—sharing such proximity with the company’s goddess.
Sensing his gaze, Little Jing looked up with a teasing smile.
“Tang Song, do I look pretty today?”
“Very pretty,” Tang Song replied earnestly.
Little Jing bead, her cheeks flushed pink. Gripping his hand, she gave it a playful squeeze.
“The air conditioning feels a bit cold.”
“I can adjust the temperature,” Tang Song offered.
“No need,” Little Jing replied, her voice soft and teasing as she pressed his hand against her thigh. “Your hand is warm. Warm up, okay?”
Tang Song blinked but didn’t hesitate. “Alright.”
His hand moved to rest on her thigh, eliciting a soft “Mmm~” from Little Jing, who subtly tugged her skirt higher, exposing her smooth, porcelain-white legs.
Her skin was flawless—so white it seed to glow, like the first snowfall of winter.
The sunlight streaming through the car window cast a dappled pattern across her legs, making them look almost unreal.
Tang Song’s fingers brushed against her thigh, his touch light but firm. The texture of her skin was like silk, soft and cool to the touch.
Both remained silent, their eyes fixed ahead as tension simred in the car.
anwhile, Little Jing’s heart raced uncontrollably, her cheeks glowing like ripened peaches.
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At a red light, another Wuling Hongguang pulled up beside them.
This one was older and dirtier, with its windows rolled down to save fuel. A group of sunburnt young n sat inside, chatting loudly while music blasted from the car’s cheap speakers.
“Hey, Gangzi, look! That’s the sa model as yours!”
“Whoa, they’ve modded it—roof rack, decals, alloy wheels. It’s aweso!”
“Gangzi, you should really give your car a wash soti.”
Gangzi leaned out of his window and shouted, “Hey, bro! Your car looks great. How much was the roof rack?”
From Tang Song’s car, the passenger-side window rolled down, revealing Little Jing’s delicate profile.
Her twin ponytails swayed as she turned slightly to glance at the neighboring car, her sweet smile making the young n inside fall into stunned silence.
The light turned green, and Tang Song’s Wuling Hongguang accelerated smoothly, leaving the other group speechless.
“Damn, did you see that girl?”
“She’s unreal…”
Gangzi, fumbling with his gearstick, stalled his engine in his flustered state.
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As they drove on, Little Jing adjusted her posture and smiled shyly. “It’s cooler now, but I still feel a little chilly.”
Tang Song chuckled and started to withdraw his hand. “Alright, I’ll turn the AC off.”
“Wait,” Little Jing whispered, pulling her skirt over his hand to shield it from view. “Just… keep helping warm up, okay?”
Tang Song nodded, his expression unreadable. Newest update provided by NoveI[F]ire
Little Jing bit her lip, covering her flushed face with both hands.
What is this strange feeling?
Oh no! Little Jing is turning bad!
I shouldn’t want him to go further, but… I kind of do.
Tang Song, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, felt a wave of bemusent.
Despite her shyness, she had insisted on this.
Does she have so kind of… unique preference?
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