Yanjing Tiancheng, Luxury Apartnt.
“Thank you so much for all your help. I really appreciate it!”
“You’re welco, Ms. Lin. If there’s nothing else you need, we won’t disturb your rest.”
“No, that’s all. Everything’s been moved in.”
“That’s great. Goodbye then!”
“Goodbye~”
Bang! The heavy armored door slamd shut.
With a click, the smart lock engaged automatically.
Lin Muxue let out a long breath, her gaze brimming with excitent as she stared at the boxes scattered across the floor.
Inside those boxes were her daily necessities, clothes, accessories, and more.
Initially, she had planned to hire a moving company, but after calling the property managent team at Yanjing Tiancheng, she asked for a reliable recomndation.
As soon as they learned she was moving into Unit 2001 of Building 1—and that she was Tang Song’s girlfriend—they imdiately offered a full-service package.
Not only did they provide manpower and labor, but they also supplied moving boxes and a transport truck.
This VIP treatnt made her feel elated.
Lin Muxue ran her fingers over the high-end furniture and leaned against the soft armrest of the sofa, surveying the surroundings.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her expression was one of exhilaration.
Tomorrow, her high school classmates would be arriving in Yan City.
Although they wouldn’t be eting her right away, by the weekend, there would definitely be a grand “showdown.”
Originally, she was destined to lose that battle. The thought had even plagued her with recurring nightmares lately.
But with Tang Song’s help, it was as if she had been equipped with an invincible cheat code.
Now, she had truly beco a well-educated, high-salaried professional in finance—a senior assistant at the Slover Trust Committee, working directly under Tang Song.
Her annual salary was in the high hundreds of thousands! If she worked hard enough, it could even exceed a million!
Considering Tang Song’s generosity, her compensation was bound to increase.
Give her just a few years, and she was confident she could fully embody the persona she had carefully fabricated.
Thinking about it, if it weren’t for the “Classmate Mystery Box” incident, she wouldn’t have gone all out to get close to Tang Song, nor would she have landed a job at Slover Trust.
Looking at it that way, the arrival of Chen Siyue and the others wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
“Hehe.” Lin Muxue chuckled to herself.
A young, handso billionaire boyfriend, a sprawling 390-square-ter luxury apartnt in Yanjing Tiancheng, and a dazzling walk-in closet.
High school classmates she hadn’t seen in six years!
She was no longer the girl who couldn’t afford new clothes, had poor grades, and faced a bleak future!
Now was the ti to fill this grand apartnt with signs of Emperor Muxue’s life!
The solid hardwood floors felt firm and steady under her feet.
Dressed in snug athletic wear, Lin Muxue tied her hair into a high ponytail and began pushing two large boxes of clothes toward the master bedroom.
When she opened the door, the sight of the luxurious furnishings inside sent a shiver down her spine once more.
Previously, she had only visited the space under the pretense of a tour, never truly taking it in.
Today, however, she had all the ti in the world.
She placed the boxes in the hallway and started caressing the bed linens, sofa, saddlebags, and vases.
Her eyes grew increasingly dazed with infatuation.
Finally, she turned her gaze toward the entrance of the walk-in closet and swallowed hard.
After so thought, Lin Muxue opened WeChat and sent a ssage to Tang Song:
Tang Song, to make things feel more authentic, I was thinking of putting my clothes and accessories in the master bedroom’s walk-in closet. Is now a good ti, or should I wait until you’re back?
Walk-in closets were typically very private spaces.
Given Tang Song’s status as a billionaire, who knew what kinds of valuables might be stored inside?
Entering without permission and while no one was around didn’t seem appropriate.
What if sothing went missing later and she was blad for it? It’d be like stepping in mud, and no matter how you explain it, it’d still look bad.
Though she had a love for money, she wasn’t completely unreasonable.
Dingdong—
【Tang Song: “That’s fine. Arrange it however you like. The more thought you put into it, the better.”】
“Ah!” Lin Muxue let out a muffled scream of excitent.
Tang Song trusted her this much?!
And he even encouraged her to put in more effort!
He’s just too good! Just as Qianqian had said, he truly was the perfect man.
Licking her rosy lips, Lin Muxue carefully stepped into the closet.
Once again, she froze in place.
The U-shaped design, open layout, and distributed warm-toned ambient lighting were stunning.
By the entrance was a black leather dressing bench, and in the center stood a tiered island cabinet.
Around the periter, dark-toned wardrobes made of solid wood and genuine leather exuded luxury.
Inside these dark wardrobes hung rows upon rows of tailored n’s suits.
Bags, shoes, and hats were ticulously organized, creating a breathtaking sight at a glance.
Lin Muxue’s fingers brushed lightly over the brand label on the wardrobe: Poliform, an Italian luxury furniture brand.
Just the cost of furnishing this walk-in closet could buy an apartnt in Yan City!
Taking a deep breath, Lin Muxue’s fingers traced along the cabinets until they stopped in front of an exquisite watch cabinet.
The soft lacquered finish paired with LED lighting and the slow-closing drawers made for a perfectly smooth tactile experience.
Inside, the compartnts were finely divided, designed to accommodate various sizes of jewelry and small valuables.
Lin Muxue couldn’t wait to store her own treasured accessories here just to see how they’d look.
At the topmost layer of the cabinet, three watches were displayed side by side:
A Patek Philippe 5961P Platinum, a Longines Fashion Series, and…a Citizen?
Lin Muxue blinked in surprise at the unassuming Citizen watch, then couldn’t help but focus her attention back on the dazzling Patek Philippe.
Touching the exquisite and brilliant watch case, her feelings were complicated.
When she first saw it in the elevator, she had assud Tang Song had bought a fake to show off.
If only she had realized his true status earlier, instead of eting him by chance as a friend of Qianqian, things might have been very different.
But now, it was too late to dwell on it.
After all, she was nothing more than a materialistic fake socialite.
Previously, she had been indifferent. Then, upon discovering his wealth, she’d worked tirelessly to get close to him.
Her impression in his eyes was likely a negative one.
To truly beco his girlfriend and earn a place in the family trust, she still had a long way to go.
Gently closing the cabinet door, Lin Muxue’s gaze shifted to another wardrobe deeper inside.
There, a single outfit hung neatly: a light brown shirt, black dress pants, and, in the box below, matching brown leather shoes and a black belt.
Her eyes slightly glazed over. She seed to recall seeing him in this exact outfit at an investnt conference.
The mory of Tang Song standing radiant on stage, combined with her own quickened heartbeat at the ti, filled her mind.
Tap, tap, tap— Lin Muxue walked over to the outfit, leaned her face against the light brown shirt, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, as if imagining he were standing right in front of her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“I’m not as good as you think I am. I’m fake, vain…”
“I’m awful. Please don’t hate in the future…”
She wasn’t even sure what she was thinking. She just felt a little sad inside.
Beicheng Garden Community.
The twilight painted the scenery with gentle, ticulous strokes, softly outlining every corner.
“Let say this upfront, tonight’s dishes are the best we can manage! If they’re not good, please be forgiving!”
Xu Qing skipped ahead, her twin-tails bouncing with every step, exuding a lively and playful energy that drew the attention of passersby. She frequently turned her head back to chat with Tang Song.
“Mm, I’m not picky about food.”
“Phew, that’s a relief. We really put in a lot of effort!” Xu Qing stopped in front of a tall building, beaming as she pointed. “Here we are! Building 4, Unit 1, Room 1204. You’re welco to visit anyti!”
She had quite a good impression of her current novel’s male protagonist and genuinely enjoyed hanging out with him. Otherwise, she would never have agreed to let him take cosplay photos of her.
If it had been soone else—even with her best friend’s investnt as leverage—Miss Xu Qing would have decisively refused.
They entered the building, passed through the lobby, and smoothly rode the elevator up.
Xu Qing stood at 166 centiters tall, and her twin-tails were just at the level of Tang Song’s nose. Standing close, the silky strands occasionally brushed against him, carrying a faint scent of shampoo mingled with her natural fragrance.
Tang Song pursed his lips, unable to resist the temptation as his mischievous hands reached out and gently stroked her twin-tails.
The sensation was silky and smooth, a satisfying tactile experience akin to gripping the steering wheel of a Bentley Continental for the first ti, itching to floor the gas pedal.
Noticing the disturbance atop her head, Xu Qing spun around abruptly, pouting. “Hey, hey, hey! Couldn’t you give a heads-up first? You scared !”
Tang Song chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “Qingqing, you’re so cute today. Can I touch your twin-tails?”
“Absolutely not!” Xu Qing waved her fist in mock anger, firmly refusing.
But Tang Song ignored her protests and reached out again. Discover more novels at novel·fire
Under the elevator lights, his long, fair “Heartthrob Hands” exuded an irresistible allure, reminding her of the racy scenes she had stumbled upon earlier that morning.
For a brief three seconds, Miss Xu Qing was stunned, allowing Tang Song to make his move and ruffle her twin-tails with glee.
Ding— The elevator doors opened slowly.
“Ah!” Xu Qing, her cheeks flushed red, darted out. “How could you do that!”
What the heck! Does my pride as Xu Qing an nothing to you?
The motion-sensor lights in the hallway flickered on.
Tang Song stepped out of the elevator, watching the lively Xu Qing, and suddenly leaned in close.
He whispered, “Qingqing, you wouldn’t want your best friend’s investnt to go to waste, would you?”
“Tang Song, you… what are you planning?” Xu Qing retreated a little, her eyes wide and pitiful.
As a professional cosplayer and novelist, she instinctively slipped into character—a helpless young maiden, Sunny Qing, being cornered in the hallway by Tang Song to save her best friend’s company from crisis.
Whether her best friend still needed his investnt or not seed entirely irrelevant at the mont.
“Pfft—hahaha—” Tang Song laughed heartily, then reached out with a large hand to ruffle her hair as if petting a cat. Satisfied, he said, “Co on, I’m hungry. Let’s eat.”
Xu Qing reached up to ruffle Tang Song’s hair in retaliation, made a playful face, and giggled as she ran toward a door.
She pressed her hand to the fingerprint lock and swung the door open.
Bright light spilled out from inside, illuminating the hallway.
“Yanyan! Co out and greet our guest!” Xu Qing called, and soon, a series of hurried tap tap tap footsteps approached.
Standing at the doorway, Tang Song looked inside and locked eyes with a pair of bright, spirited eyes.
Following the gaze, he saw a fresh and beautiful face—
A delicate, high-bridged nose, full, rosy lips slightly upturned at the corners, and flawless, healthy skin with a youthful glow. Her hair was smooth and lustrous, brimming with vitality.
She wore a white fitted camisole paired with a beige pleated skirt, radiating an allure that was both innocent and sensual.
It was like a university campus beauty, straight out of a nostalgic mory, had co to life.
Xu Qing blinked her jet-black eyes and hugged her best friend’s arm with a bright smile.
Tilting her head slightly, she teased, “Tang Song, doesn’t it feel like you’ve gone back to university? Doesn’t she look just like an old classmate?”
Standing there together, they exuded the unique, pure charm of youth, a glow reminiscent of school days, stirring sothing deep within Tang Song.
Images of Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing from their college days flashed in his mind—
The figure that brushed past him like the wind on a tree-lined path, the focal point in the bustling cafeteria, the topic of countless dormitory conversations…
During university, Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing were symbols of his youthful mories.
Even though his heart had been set on another girl back then, he would often unconsciously steal glances at them during chance encounters.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Song forced his restless emotions to settle.
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