Sunday, July 30, 2023. Rain. 21–26°C.
6:40 AM.
The rain continued to fall in a light drizzle, creating splashes as droplets hit the ground.
“Brother Song, the rain’s not too heavy now. I don’t need to take a taxi,” said Qian Lele as she walked forward slowly, holding an umbrella and keeping her head down.
Tang Song glanced up at the overcast sky and shook his head. “Looking at the clouds, it’s going to pour again soon. Plus, the roads are full of puddles. Better to take a taxi.”
“Okay.” Qian Lele pressed her lips together tightly, as if wanting to say sothing but stopping herself, leaving her feeling a little suffocated.
She wanted to ask Tang Song exactly what ti he was leaving and whether he could wait for her to finish work so she could help him pack. But she was afraid of putting him in an awkward position.
Tang Song turned to her and calmly asked, “By the way, Lele, what ti do you finish work this afternoon?”
Startled, Qian Lele paused for a mont, her lowered eyes quickly lighting up with joy. She replied softly, “Today, Sister Zhao is at the café, so I’ll finish by 4 PM. I won’t stay late.”
Her usual shift ran from 7 AM to 4 PM, but she often stayed until 5 PM to put in extra effort. However, since Tang Song was asking, it seed like he planned to wait for her before leaving.
“Got it,” Tang Song nodded and pointed at a taxi parked by the roadside. “Co on, Lele. See you at 4 PM.”
Qian Lele looked up sharply, her eyes filled with surprise and delight. “Okay, Brother Song! See you later!”
Since he said that, it ant he was definitely going to wait for her.
“See you,” Tang Song said with a smile, waving as she got into the taxi. He stood there watching until the car slowly disappeared around the corner before turning and heading back into the apartnt.
Back in the apartnt, Tang Song opened his laptop and logged into his corporate email.
The previous night at 11 PM, Lin Muxue, who went by the nickna "Luna," had sent over a complete summary of Lanfeng International Hotel’s operations and business details, all neatly packaged.
As the task only required basic information gathering and compilation—with assistance from the hotel’s office staff—it had been a straightforward job. For Lin Muxue, it was also an excellent opportunity to practice her skills.
Tang Song made a ntal note to check in on her English progress later. He could give her a little quiz soti.
After downloading the attachnts, Tang Song adjusted his glasses—a piece of equipnt known as “Tang Song’s Glasses”—and began reading through the materials with sharp focus. In his "Scholar" state, his eyes functioned like precision scanners.
The content ranged from the hotel’s primary operations—rooms, dining, conferences, banquets, leisure, and entertainnt—to managent processes, employee rosters, client records, procurent details, and supply chain operations.
Tang Song absorbed and processed the information at lightning speed, each section imprinting itself in his mory.
As his eyes scanned the text, his mind churned with ideas.
The branch quest “Qualified Leader” was of critical importance to him. Beyond the rewards of a "Costu Pack x1" and "Charm 1", this hotel was the most influential and complex enterprise currently under his control.
If this had been half a month ago, he might have found managing it challenging. But now, with the comprehensive professional knowledge he had accumulated, he was equipped with robust theoretical expertise in managent. What lay ahead was the task of putting that knowledge into practice and refining it further.
Lanfeng International, as a well-established five-star luxury hotel, held vast connections, networks, and social resources. It was crucial for Tang Song’s ambitions to climb higher, expand his perspective, and elevate his status.
11:30 AM.
With only about half an hour left until the instance ended, Tang Song let out a long breath and stood up.
A wave of dizziness hit him—four and a half hours of intense reading and analysis had drained his energy. Both his mind and body were fatigued and in dire need of rest.
Stretching his body, he splashed so water on his face in the bathroom, gradually feeling more awake.
Just as he returned to his bedroom, his phone buzzed furiously on the desk.
Glancing at the caller ID, Tang Song raised an eyebrow—it was his high school classmate Han Xiaoyang.
Answering the call, he said, “Hey, Xiaoyang.”
“Hey, Tang Song! Rember last ti when you asked to look into Liu Qingning? I talked to Li Ping about it. Got ti to grab lunch and chat?”
Tang Song checked the ti and replied, “I’m a bit busy right now, but I’ll be free after 12:20. Is that okay?”
“Sure, no problem! You’re still staying at the teacher’s apartnt, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Great, we’ll co pick you up.”
“We?” Tang Song asked, surprised. “Who else is coming?”
Sounding slightly excited, Han Xiaoyang said, “Li Ping, of course! She heard you were in Yan City and wanted to catch up since you’re old schoolmates.”
Tang Song instantly caught on and chuckled. “So you’re using as an excuse to et up with a girl, huh?”
“Hehe, see you later! Bye!” Han Xiaoyang said quickly before hanging up.
Tang Song leaned back in his chair, feeling the weariness settle in again. He put on his Bluetooth earphones, letting soothing music play as he quietly waited for ti to pass.
By around 12:00 PM, the augnted reality display of "Special Vision" began to fade away.
“Whoosh!” A light blue system interface reappeared, its translucent screen shifting as the background visuals changed.
As Tang Song's 3D avatar stood at the center of the scene, surrounded by towering bookshelves, various figures, items, and buildings appeared around him. He spotted the wild monster “Piggy Bank”, the NPC “Aunt Zhang of the Cafeteria”, the “Mystery Shop”, the “Cloud Library”, and the “Leisure Forest”.
Shortly after, rows of text began to flash across the screen:
[Realistic Story Instance – Scholar’s Self-Cultivation, Cleared]
[Evaluation Calculating…]
[Scholar (Tang Song) Evaluation: SS (Outstanding)]
[You have read widely, gained insight from your studies, upheld self-discipline, embodied your role, and maintained your persona.]
[You have earned attribute rewards: Charm 2, Comprehension 1, Stamina 7, Constitution 2.]
[The item "Magical Piggy Bank" has been opened.]
[You have received a cash reward of 20 million yuan.]
[“Mask” effect has expired.]
At the sa ti, Tang Song felt a shudder run through his body. The excitent coursing through his nerves gradually subsided, and the brightness in his eyes dimd.
The effects of the aura had completely dissipated, and his thoughts slowly returned to their normal pace. The drastic shift left him montarily unsettled, a faint sense of emptiness washing over him.
What followed was an overwhelming wave of exhaustion.
After a long pause, Tang Song straightened up in his seat and opened the system interface to check his personal stats.
[Player: Tang Song (Charm: 65)]
[Role: CEO of Songi Fashion]
[Height: 184 cm | Weight: 80 kg]
[Attributes:]
Constitution: 70Stamina: 75Agility: 65Comprehension: 83
[Assets:]
Balance: 30.32 million yuan (Investnt funds: 171 million yuan)Businesses:Songi Fashion (75% ownership)Slover TrustHuashang Fashion (35% ownership)Bocai Yingrui (35% ownership)Lanfeng International Hotel Co., Ltd. (80% ownership)Xingyun International Group Co., Ltd. (15% held in trust)Qingning Technology Co., Ltd. (3%)Tang Zong Entertainnt Group (4%)
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His stats panel now looked dazzling, and his balance had surged past 30 million yuan for the first ti, reaching an all-ti high.
With his established knowledge system and finalized equity transfers, his Charm value had jumped to 65. Looking at his Constitution of 70 and Stamina of 75, Tang Song couldn’t help but smile, feeling excited about his future performance on the basketball court.
Returning to the main interface, Tang Song entered the system store. There, the item “Low Whispers of Humanity”, priced at 20 million yuan, quietly sat on the shelf, glowing faintly.
This alluring item had tempted him for so long, and now he finally had enough to buy it. Without hesitation, he made the purchase.
“Ding! You have obtained [Low Whispers of Humanity].”
[Balance: 10.32 million yuan (Investnt funds: 171 million yuan)]
Done! A sense of comfort washed over Tang Song, his mind clear and at ease.
Just as he was savoring his accomplishnts, his phone suddenly rang. It was Han Xiaoyang—he was probably close by.
“Hello, Xiaoyang. Where are you guys?”
“Alright, just wait for at the south gate. I’ll be right down.”
“Bye.”
After hanging up, Tang Song noticed a WeChat ssage he hadn’t seen earlier:
[Qian Lele: “The café is still quiet today, not many custors. Work is pretty relaxed. Brother Song, you haven’t left yet, right? I’ll clock out at exactly 4 PM—I’ve already confird it with Sister Zhao.”]
Tang Song couldn’t help but smile, realizing Lele was worried he might leave without saying goodbye. He replied simply:
“Don’t worry, I’m not in a rush.”
After sending the ssage, he opened another chat window with Lin Muxue and left her a ssage:
“Xiao Xue, are you free this afternoon? Co shopping with .”
Although he had morized Qian Lele’s body asurents, finding the perfect outfit still required the guidance of a professional. Xiao Xue was the ideal choice for this task.
Coincidentally, Lin Muxue’s height of 173 cm and weight of 53 kg were very close to Qian Lele’s 170 cm and 55 kg. Both were C-cup, so she could also try on clothes to check the fit and effect.
Tang Song was genuinely thoughtful when it ca to his college friend.
The rain was still falling steadily. Tang Song held Jiang Yourong’s transparent umbrella as he navigated puddles on his way to the south gate of the apartnt complex. Pulling out his phone, he was just about to call Han Xiaoyang when a sharp car horn blared.
“Beep, beep—”
A red Volkswagen Polo parked by the roadside with its hazard lights on. The passenger-side window rolled down, and Han Xiaoyang, wearing a striped shirt, called out, “Tang Song! Over here!”
Tang Song strode toward the car. As he got closer, he noticed the driver, Li Ping, a high school classmate.
She had changed a lot since then. Back in high school, she had short hair and a bit of baby fat.
Now, with orange-brown wavy hair, light makeup, and a fashionable chiffon blouse, she gave off the vibe of an urban professional woman.
Of course, to Tang Song—who had grown accustod to being surrounded by stunning won—she didn’t strike him as particularly beautiful.
As their eyes t, Li Ping gave Tang Song a polite smile and said calmly, “Hello, Tang Song.”
Since they hadn’t been in the sa class back in high school, their relationship was rather ordinary. After so many years without contact, they were practically strangers now.
“Long ti no see, Li Ping. You’ve beco even more beautiful than before. No wonder Xiaoyang went out of his way to transfer from Jiangcheng to Yancheng,” Tang Song said with a smile and a nod.
Han Xiaoyang’s face flushed crimson. “C’mon, bro! First thing out of your mouth is to tease ? And here I am, treating you to lunch.”
Li Ping, however, seed unfazed. She gave Tang Song a quick once-over and said, “Get in. Let’s head to lunch.”
Tang Song opened the rear door, shook off his umbrella, and sat down neatly.
With his height and build, sitting in the back of a small Polo felt a little cramped, forcing him to lean forward slightly.
The engine roared to life, the windshield wipers sped up, and the car slowly pulled away from the curb.
Han Xiaoyang turned halfway in his seat and said with a cheerful grin, “Good news! I found an internship—at Hengming Pharmaceutical’s R&D departnt.”
“No wonder you’re in such a good mood.” Tang Song clapped him on the shoulder with a laugh. “Congratulations.”
“Thanks, man! I start tomorrow, so today I’m treating you both to a feast!” Han Xiaoyang then glanced toward the driver’s seat and said, “And a big thank-you to our lovely Li Ping for gracing us with her presence and driving us around.”
Li Ping gave a faint smile but said nothing, her expression remaining poised and distant.
Excited, Han Xiaoyang began enthusiastically sharing details about his new internship. While not a major pharmaceutical company, Hengming was a respectable local firm, known for its professionalism. He ntioned that if he could secure a full-ti offer after graduation, it would co with weekends off, full insurance coverage, and overti pay—solid benefits for a stable life.
As he spoke, he frequently glanced at Li Ping’s profile.
It beca clear that, more than giving Tang Song an update, he was eager to impress his longti crush. After all, Han Xiaoyang’s entire journey—attending undergrad and grad school in Jiangcheng, then choosing Yancheng Normal University for graduate studies—had been motivated by Li Ping’s presence in Yancheng.
Now that he was on the cusp of a stable career, he felt he finally had the confidence to stand beside her.
The car eventually parked in the underground lot of Minghui Mall, where the rain had deterred many people from going out, leaving ample parking spaces available.
They took the elevator directly to the fourth floor, where Han Xiaoyang led them into Haidilao, a popular hot pot chain. Having purchased a discounted set al online, he simply redeed the voucher upon arrival.
The restaurant wasn’t busy, and the food was served quickly.
The three clinked their drink glasses, and Han Xiaoyang eagerly began piling Li Ping’s favorite dishes onto her plate. Only when she waved him off did he finally stop, redirecting the conversation to talk about her current situation.
Li Ping, as it turned out, had joined a large state-owned enterprise in the south after graduating from university. Last year, she seized an opportunity to transfer to Yancheng’s branch office, where she now held a supervisory position.
With a monthly salary exceeding ten thousand yuan, her own car, and plans to purchase a ho within the next two years, Li Ping’s career was on a steady rise.
Han Xiaoyang spoke of her accomplishnts with pride and admiration, his tone brimming with enthusiasm, as though her success reflected on him personally.
anwhile, Li Ping quietly ate her hot pot, a faint smile on her lips. Her deanor was polite but sowhat detached, her attitude reserved and cool.
Tang Song had noticed this change in her from the mont they t. Compared to high school, Li Ping was like a completely different person.
As for Han Xiaoyang, his mindset was still rooted in their school days. He hadn’t yet adjusted his approach, pursuing her as though they were still teenagers.
Once Han Xiaoyang finally stopped talking, Tang Song took a sip of sour plum juice and shifted the topic. “Xiaoyang, tell more about Liu Qingning’s plans to buy a house in Yancheng.”
Han Xiaoyang smacked his forehead, realizing he’d almost forgotten the main topic. With an apologetic chuckle, he said, “Right, right. Actually, both Li Ping and I don’t know much about it. Most of what I’ve heard ca from Wang Xiaoru, one of your classmates. She’s also in Yancheng, but she’s over in the Zhengding New District.”
“Wang Xiaoru?” A faint image of her began to form in Tang Song’s mind.
Han Xiaoyang nodded. “Yeah. According to Wang Xiaoru, Liu Qingning spent a couple of days in Yancheng earlier this year, checking out both old and new developnts. During the Lunar New Year, she also reached out to a few classmates living here, asking them to keep an eye out for good listings.”
He paused before adding, “Oh, and she was pretty specific. She marked a few key neighborhoods and comrcial districts as priorities. Her top choice was the Desheng Plaza area, particularly Qingxin Hostead, but her budget couldn’t exceed two million yuan.”
At the ntion of Qingxin Hostead, Tang Song’s heart churned with complicated emotions.
Before leaving Beijing, Liu Qingning’s mother had called him once. The gist of her ssage had been to persuade him to encourage Liu Qingning to follow her company’s relocation to Shenzhen, as it was better for her career.
At the end of the call, her mother had also subtly asked, “Tang Song, do you have any plans to buy a house soon? Not in a big city like Beijing, of course, but at least in the provincial capital, Yancheng?”
Being from the sa hotown and knowing about his close relationship with her daughter, Liu Qingning’s mother was well aware of his financial situation. She knew he couldn’t afford a house, and her comnt had essentially been a reminder for him to stay grounded and not interfere with Liu Qingning’s bright future.
Returning to Yancheng, Tang Song had envied Lu Ziming’s spacious, well-located apartnt, even fantasizing about owning a ho in the area soday. He had shared these thoughts with Liu Qingning during their chats and had even taken her on a video tour of his modest neighborhood.
Yet, he had no idea she had quietly made plans to look into housing in Yancheng. Perhaps she hadn’t ntioned it because she knew his circumstances and his lack of savings.
“Phew—” Tang Song exhaled deeply, lowering his head as a mix of frustration and confusion swirled in his mind.
Qingning, what are you really thinking? Why didn’t you tell ?
Sensing Tang Song’s sudden silence, Han Xiaoyang hesitated but said nothing. Having shared a dorm room with Tang Song for nearly two years, he was familiar with the complicated relationship between Tang Song and Liu Qingning, though he wasn’t sure where they stood now.
Breaking the silence, Li Ping set down her chopsticks and asked, “Tang Song, Liu Qingning is working in Shenzhen now, right? I heard she’s started her own business?”
"Mm." Tang Song nodded slightly and replied, "She previously won the gold dal in a startup competition. Using that project as her foundation, she began her own business and is now developing products in the AI education field."
"That’s really impressive," Li Ping said with a mix of admiration and resignation. "That’s exactly the Liu Qingning we know—completely out of reach for us ordinary folks. I imagine we’ll have less and less interaction with her in the future."
After speaking, she glanced at Tang Song aningfully, a slight smile playing on her lips as she lightly shook her head.
Her reason for coming today was primarily out of curiosity—to gauge the current situation between Tang Song and Liu Qingning.
The result was clear.
The Tang Song she t today didn’t leave a strong impression. His hair was unkempt, long overdue for a trim. His attire was plain and simple, with knockoff Nike sneakers on his feet.
Though his physique and features were excellent, he looked visibly exhausted, lacking any energy or spirit.
According to Han Xiaoyang, Tang Song was involved in livestream e-comrce. Yet, he had been staying at the university area for the past two weeks, which likely ant he hadn’t succeeded.
It was clear to her that this high school classmate had failed to keep pace with Liu Qingning’s strides.
Suddenly, Li Ping’s phone began ringing. Glancing at the caller ID, she stood up and said, "I’ll step out to take this call and visit the restroom. You two carry on."
"Sure, go ahead," Han Xiaoyang said.
As they watched Li Ping’s elegant figure disappear into the hallway, Han Xiaoyang reluctantly pulled his gaze back and, with great excitent, whispered, "So, Tang Song, what do you think? Pretty great taste on my part, huh? Wasn’t Li Ping stunning? She’s even more beautiful than before, don’t you think? And she’s a manager at a state-owned enterprise—a bona fide corporate elite and workplace goddess!"
"Mm," Tang Song muttered absentmindedly, his focus elsewhere.
Han Xiaoyang, full of enthusiasm, continued his praises. After a while, he sighed wistfully, "Honestly, I feel like I don’t asure up to her right now, which is why I’ve never dared to confess. Cheers, brother—we’re in the sa boat when it cos to struggles with love! Let’s keep pushing forward!"
He raised his drink to Tang Song, who clinked glasses with him and took a sip.
For Han Xiaoyang, securing a stable and respectable job was part of his effort to close the gap between him and Li Ping. Unfortunately, his lower academic credentials and average university weren’t helping his cause.
The sound of approaching footsteps announced Li Ping’s return. Dressed stylishly, she walked back to her seat.
"Sorry, I have so things to take care of after lunch, so I won’t be able to give you two a ride back to the university," she said as she sat down.
Han Xiaoyang imdiately waved his hand, saying, "It’s no problem at all. Tang Song and I can just grab a taxi. It’s not far! You focus on your tasks."
Li Ping gave a polite smile and nodded, returning to her al without further comnt.
Tang Song’s phone, resting on the table, suddenly began to vibrate. It was a call from Lin Muxue.
anwhile, at Isha Beauty Salon.
Inside a luxurious VIP suite, Lin Muxue slowly opened her eyes after completing a full-body spa treatnt.
In the soothing ambiance of soft music and fragrant aromatherapy, she took a mont to admire herself in the mirror. Her skin was smooth and delicate, glowing with a silk-like luster. Every pore seed to breathe freely, leaving her feeling refreshed and comfortable.
The spa had left her entire body relaxed and light.
As a shareholder mber with a balance of 200,000 yuan on her card, Lin Muxue had fully indulged herself. Like Zhao Yaqian, she now treated herself to full-body maintenance every weekend to keep her physical state in optimal condition.
"Ms. Lin, here is your fruit platter," a uniford beauty consultant said as she placed a beautifully arranged tray of fresh fruit beside her.
Lin Muxue nodded lightly and began nibbling at the fruits. The refreshing sweetness of the juices lifted her spirits further.
"Please pass my phone," she said.
"Of course, Ms. Lin."
As she unlocked her phone, Lin Muxue’s relaxed expression froze.
Her eyes widened as she scanned her notifications. Among the unread ssages, one from Tang Song caught her attention.
He had invited her to go shopping—an hour ago.
Panic and regret flooded her face as she quickly set down the fruit and sat up straight. How could she have missed sothing this important?!
Would Tang Song be upset? Would he change his mind and ask soone else instead?
This was a major crisis! How could she have let this happen? She pinched her thigh hard and anxiously called him back.
The phone rang only briefly before it connected.
"Hello? Tang Song, I’m so sorry! I was doing a spa treatnt and didn’t see your ssage. I’m free now—anyti!" Lin Muxue’s voice was hurried, full of apology and worry.
"It’s fine," Tang Song replied calmly.
"I’m completely ready now! Can I co et you?" she asked eagerly.
"Don’t worry, finish your fruits. I’ll let you know where I am after lunch."
"Okay, send your location, and I’ll head over right away!" Lin Muxue said in relief before hanging up.
Turning to the beauty consultant, she called, "Xiao Lin, find two makeup artists—I need to head out imdiately!"
"Understood, Ms. Lin!"
Lin Muxue quickly changed her clothes in the fitting room and returned to the suite, where the makeup artists were already waiting at the vanity.
She gave them clear instructions—one worked on her makeup while the other styled her hair.
Ten minutes later, everything was perfect. The mirror reflected a radiant and spirited beauty, and Lin Muxue’s eyes sparkled with excitent.
It had been half a month since she last saw Tang Song. Fresh from her full-body treatnt, she felt confident and stunning.
Grabbing her favorite handbag, she quickly headed downstairs.
The deep growl of the inline-six engine roared as her matte gray Porsche 911 accelerated out of the underground garage, cutting through the rain-soaked streets. The car’s sleek curves shimred elegantly under the raindrops.
Back at the table, Han Xiaoyang curiously asked, "Who was that on the phone just now? Sounded like a girl?"
"Just a friend," Tang Song replied casually. "She’s helping with an errand this afternoon."
"Ah, I see," Han Xiaoyang said, laughing. "Thanks for the help earlier. Looks like it’s raining pretty heavily now, and taxis might be hard to find. Since my friend will be stopping by Minghui Mall soon, I’ll ask her to drop you off at the university."
Surprised, Han Xiaoyang grinned and said, "Sure, thanks a lot."
"No problem. And thanks again for treating us this ti. Next ti, lunch is on ," Tang Song said with a faint smile.
"Sounds good!" Han Xiaoyang turned to Li Ping. "Li Ping, how about joining us next ti when Tang Song treats us?"
Li Ping shook her head gently. "I’ll probably be busy with work, so you two enjoy."
“Uh... alright then,” Han Xiaoyang said, his face showing a brief mont of disappointnt before quickly recovering.
Half an Hour Later
Li Ping sipped her lemon water, then tucked her phone into her bag. “I’m done. Are you leaving now, or would you like to stay a little longer?” she asked.
Han Xiaoyang turned to Tang Song. “I’m good either way. What about you?”
Glancing at his phone, Tang Song replied, “Let’s head out together. My friend is waiting in the underground parking lot.”
Han Xiaoyang gave him a playful shove on the shoulder and said with a laugh, “Wow, so this is how you treat your friends, huh? Letting a girl wait for you in the car?”
Tang Song chuckled. “She hasn’t been waiting long.”
The three of them tidied up their belongings and left Haidilao, taking the elevator down to the B1 parking level.
In the Parking Garage
“Ding—” The elevator doors slid open, and the group stepped out onto the dimly lit B1 floor.
Li Ping walked ahead with a calm deanor. Her silk blouse and brown midi skirt, paired with an elegant handbag draped over her arm, made her look poised and eye-catching.
Han Xiaoyang’s gaze sparkled as he followed behind, his eyes glued to her graceful figure.
Just as they exited the elevator lobby, Li Ping ca to a stop. She pulled out her car keys and gave them a little shake. “I’ll be heading out now.”
Her voice had barely faded when the rumbling of a nearby engine drew everyone’s attention. A matte gray Porsche 911, still glistening with raindrops, glided smoothly into view and parked beside them.
Under the muted lighting of the garage, the Porsche’s distinctive curves shimred subtly, radiating a sense of elegance, luxury, and restrained power. Its presence imdiately attracted the gazes of several onlookers nearby.
The car door opened with a soft click, revealing an interior in Bordeaux Red leather that exuded sophistication.
Then, a pair of long, slender, perfectly proportioned legs stepped out. Against the dim backdrop of the parking garage, the alabaster skin seed to glimr faintly, as if emitting its own light.
Monts later, a stunning figure erged from the car.
Her slightly curled long hair fell casually over her shoulders, complenting her perfectly contoured makeup that shone softly under the garage lights.
The gentle “click, click” of her heels echoed faintly as Lin Muxue stepped forward from the Porsche 911. She was dressed in a minimalist yet stylish black dress that highlighted her tall and curvaceous figure.
Her exquisite features were almost painterly, and her bright eyes shimred with vitality. She exuded a unique blend of confidence and elegance, embodying the allure of a modern urban professional. Yet, beneath her poise lay a quiet sophistication that elevated her presence even further.
The stunning combination of the luxury Porsche and a striking beauty created a scene of breathtaking visual impact.
Li Ping, who had just been adjusting her hair, froze for a mont at the sight. She lowered her head slightly, looking sowhat uncomfortable.
Han Xiaoyang’s gaze, too, was irresistibly drawn to the scene. He stood frozen in place, his expression blank with surprise.
Even passersby, on their way in and out of the mall, slowed their steps, casting complex and curious glances in Lin Muxue’s direction.
Fresh from her full-body beauty SPA, fully made up, and dressed in a newly purchased haute couture dress, Empress Lin Muxue had arrived in her Porsche 911. And she wasn’t just making an entrance—she was dominating the scene.
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