Tuesday, August 8, 2023
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"Ring—ring—ring—"
The alarm clock blared relentlessly.
Inside the comfortably cool bedroom, the curtains remained tightly drawn, casting a dim, tranquil atmosphere.
Still half-asleep, Zhao Yaqian groggily reached out, fumbling around her pillow until she finally grabbed her phone.
The faint glow of the screen illuminated her delicate, well-defined features.
With a lazy tap, she silenced the alarm and collapsed onto the bed, her eyes still half-closed, lost in the remnants of a dream.
Her wine-red hair cascaded freely, and her smooth, fair legs peeked out from beneath the covers.
After a while, she abruptly sat up and glanced at the ti.
[6:44 AM]
"Tap, tap—"
Barefoot, she hurried to the walk-in closet.
Soon, her silky robe slipped to the floor, revealing her ivory-smooth, sensuous figure to the cool morning air.
Dressed in yoga attire, she stepped onto the balcony, rolling out a yoga mat to follow a video tutorial.
However, her movents were clumsy and stiff.
The mont she lifted a leg, her body wobbled, her arms flailing before she barely managed to stabilize herself.
Attempting a downward dog, she stole a glance at her reflection in the full-length mirror—
And instantly flushed red.
The supposedly elegant posture looked awkward on her—her back wasn’t straight, her hips weren’t high enough, and she ended up resembling a crooked little bridge rather than the sleek arch shown in the tutorial.
"So this is what Song-ge saw from behind all this ti?!"
It was far from attractive.
Lately, she, Xiaoxue, and Zhang Yurong had attended nurous social gatherings—of all kinds.
She had t wealthy socialites, heiresses, and elite professionals.
And during these interactions, she gradually realized—she had no real talents or hobbies.
Many topics left her completely out of the conversation.
If she had to describe herself in one word, it would be—"a vase."
The realization hit hard, stirring a sense of crisis.
After days of deliberation with her cousin, Ting Ting, she finally enrolled in a dance class.
Like most girls, she had always loved singing and dancing.
But being completely tone-deaf had already shut the door on singing, making dance the next best option.
Besides, if she mastered it, it would enhance her figure, refine her aura, and occasionally, she could even perform for Tang Song, offering so… emotional value.
However, she quickly discovered that she lacked any talent for dance.
Her balance and flexibility were terrible.
Her movents were stiff and awkward.
Her posture looked ridiculous.
For a while, she felt discouraged.
But in the end, she decided to persist, starting with yoga to build a better foundation.
Staring at her reflection, Zhao Yaqian sighed deeply.
"I really am bad at this."
A New Chapter Begins
After breakfast with her cousin, she took a ticulous shower, followed by a long skincare, makeup, and hairstyling routine.
Finally, she chose a business-style long dress.
Today was an important day.
The investnt contract with Isha Beauty was finally set to be signed.
After thoroughly evaluating the company’s assets, financial status, brand value, and managent team, both parties had agreed on the valuation.
Pre-investnt valuation: 65 million yuan.
The greatest value lay in Isha Beauty’s brand reputation and high-end mbership system.
As a luxury beauty business, Isha Beauty catered to Yan City’s elite clientele, generating over 7 million yuan in net profit last year—even after accounting for the significant yearly expenses on equipnt upgrades.
However, expanding into the high-end aesthetic dicine market required extravagant investnts in renovations, equipnt, and specialized professionals—asured in tens of millions.
With this funding round, even Zhang Yurong herself would invest additional capital, bringing the post-investnt valuation to over 100 million yuan.
For Zhao Yaqian, this was an astronomical figure—one that determined her future.
Her heart pounded with excitent and nervousness.
An Unexpected Visit
9:30 AM.
"Ding-dong—ding-dong—"
The doorbell chid lodically.
On the LED screen, Lin Muxue’s figure appeared.
Zhao Yaqian rushed to open the door.
Spinning in place, she bead, "Darling, how do I look today?"
Lin Muxue scanned her from head to toe, lips curving into a smile. "Absolutely stunning—deserving of the title 'Zhao Beauty.'"
"Xiaoxue, you’re gorgeous too—the true 'Lin Beauty'!" Zhao Yaqian giggled.
Lin Muxue blinked playfully. "‘Zhao Beauty, Lin Beauty’… we sound like concubines in an imperial harem."
As soone who binge-watched historical dramas, Zhao Yaqian caught the reference imdiately.
In ancient tis, “Beauty” was a title for an emperor’s concubines.
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she murmured mischievously, "Well, technically, you’re not wrong… Want to serve His Majesty together? I’ll help you undress, Lin Beauty."
She playfully pinched Xiaoxue’s waist.
Lin Muxue shivered slightly, recalling that night’s events.
Struggling to maintain her composure, she declared firmly, "Yaqian, I’m not that kind of person!"
Her public persona! She was supposed to be a high-caliber financial woman!
"Ha~" Zhao Yaqian hugged her and kissed her cheek, grinning.
"I overheard a bit at Yanjing Tiancheng last ti… Xiaoxue, you’re not that reserved in bed, are you?"
Lin Muxue’s eye twitched, her face heating up.
"I was drunk! You know I’m spontaneous!"
"Alright, alright, I believe you. But we still had to change the bedsheets the next morning… Xiaoxue, don’t tell you wet the bed?"
"You damn beautician! Since when did you learn to be so sarcastic?!"
Lin Muxue couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Blushing fiercely, she pounced on Zhao Yaqian.
No one must ever know about "painting maps."
A Sealed Deal
The black Maybach rolled steadily toward Isha Beauty’s headquarters, where they t with representatives from Slover Trust’s investnt team.
By midday—
"Shhkk—shhkk—"
The sound of pens gliding across paper filled the air.
Zhao Yaqian exhaled deeply, setting the contract aside.
Across from her, Zhang Yurong stood up, brimming with excitent.
"Yaqian, from today onward, we’re official partners! Isha Beauty won’t disappoint you. Soon, we’ll dominate the high-end aesthetic dicine market in Yan Province!"
This investnt was smoother than expected.
Especially with the professional talent Zhao Yaqian brought in, which gave Zhang Yurong a sense of security.
Within three days, Slover Trust would inject 40 million yuan into Isha Beauty under Zhao Yaqian’s na.
anwhile, Zhang Yurong herself would invest an additional 15 million yuan—her hard-earned savings, even selling fixed assets to contribute.
Post-investnt valuation: 120 million yuan.
New shareholding structure:
Zhang Yurong: 66%Zhao Yaqian: 34%
Over 60 million yuan in liquid capital would fund both renovations and expansion into neighboring cities.
Zhang Yurong’s ambition burned brightly.
Shaking hands firmly, Zhao Yaqian maintained her composure. "Looking forward to great success together."
Zhang Yurong grinned. "President Zhao, let show you your office!"
At that mont, Zhao Yaqian finally understood what Tang Song had once told her—
"Owning your own career isn’t just about security—it’s about freedom."
Owning a career wasn’t just about security.
It was also about social recognition and a shift in identity.
In business events and industry conferences, it would earn her more respect and acknowledgnt.
If she wanted, she could even actively participate in managing Isha Beauty.
After all, she used to be a beautician herself, making her one of the most knowledgeable people in the industry.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yaqian pulled out her phone and dialed Tang Song.
A Call That Changed Her Plans
"Hello, Song-ge."
"Qianqian."
Tang Song’s voice ca through the receiver—soft, distant.
Zhao Yaqian didn’t notice anything unusual.
She excitedly started sharing the news about her investnt contract.
Her voice was playful, her eyes brimming with excitent for the future.
When she finally finished, Tang Song praised her lightly:
"That’s impressive. Keep it up."
"Mm-hmm! I won’t disturb you anymore, Song-ge. Bye-bye!"
"Bye."
Just as she was about to hang up, she suddenly heard his low, quiet voice:
"Beautician… I miss you."
And then—he hung up.
Zhao Yaqian froze, montarily stunned.
Finally, even her slow reflexes picked up on sothing unusual.
Tang Song had always been full of energy, speaking in a brisk and confident tone.
This was the first ti she had ever heard him sound tired and low-spirited.
A sudden tightness gripped her chest.
"What’s wrong with him? He must be really upset right now."
"Did sothing happen at work? But I can’t help him with anything…"
Her mind replayed his final words.
Her teeth bit down on her lip, and she suddenly sprang to her feet.
Stepping out of her office, she imdiately spotted Lin Muxue chatting with Zhang Yurong.
She hurried over and spoke urgently:
"Sister Yurong, I have an ergency—I need to leave first. I’m sorry!"
Zhang Yurong blinked in surprise, then nodded. "It’s okay, go take care of your business."
A Sudden Decision
Inside the elevator, Lin Muxue grabbed her arm.
"What’s wrong, Qianqian? What happened?"
"I want to go see Song-ge. I miss him."
"Now? Jing County?"
Zhao Yaqian nodded firmly. "Yes."
At this mont, Tang Song’s words kept echoing in her mind.
She couldn’t solve his problems.
She couldn’t take away his stress.
But if he missed her, then she should be there for him.
That was sothing she could do imdiately.
Even if it was just to bring him so comfort.
Lin Muxue’s gaze flickered. She hesitated for a mont but said nothing.
"I’ll arrange a car for you—directly to Jing County."
High-speed rail would only reach Quancheng—driving would be the fastest option.
"Thank you."
After a pause, Zhao Yaqian mumbled softly, "Xiaoxue, do you want to co with ? Song-ge isn’t in a good mood… I’m really worried."
Lin Muxue’s lips pressed together, hesitating.
"I… I think I’ll pass."
Minutes later, a black Maybach smoothly pulled out onto the highway, heading straight for Jing County.
A Man Lost in Thought
1:00 PM
Tang Song lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After activating the Feather of mory, his mind was flooded with vivid recollections.
A full day had passed, and he had finally absorbed it all.
But scenes of Liu Qingning still lingered in his head, refusing to fade.
Confusion.
Guilt.
Regret.
Self-reproach.
He knew he was being lodramatic.
After all, he wasn’t the sa pure-hearted Tang Song he used to be.
He had multiple girlfriends now.
And then there was Jin ixiao and Su Yu.
With them, he also felt a deep sense of guilt.
Especially Su Yu—she had been through so much.
It was because of him that she had climbed out of the abyss, shining like a superstar.
And it was because of him that her once innocent heart had been taken away.
She had followed his plans perfectly, pouring in 100% effort to beco an A-list celebrity, helping Tang Zong Entertainnt rise to the top.
Then—just like that—he vanished from her life.
For three whole years.
Not a word. Not a ssage.
In real life, he was nothing but a scumbag.
There was no excuse for it.
With a heavy sigh, Tang Song sat up, rubbing his face.
Just then—
His phone rang.
He answered in a low voice.
"Hello, Qianqian."
From the other end, her playful, cheerful voice ca through:
"Song-ge, guess where I am?"
Tang Song froze, then quickly stood up.
"You’re here? Where?"
"I’m already in Jing County!" she giggled. "I booked a room at Yunhao Hotel. Just co over and you’ll find ! Song-ge, I really missed you."
Hearing the sweet words from his beautician, Tang Song exhaled deeply.
"I’m coming right now!"
Grabbing his car keys, he told his parents he was heading out and strode toward the door.
An Unexpected Reunion
Twenty minutes later.
A silver rcedes-Benz S450L pulled into Yunhao Hotel’s ground-level parking lot.
As he got out of the car, he dialed Zhao Yaqian’s number.
"Qianqian, I’m here. Where are you?"
"I’m by the fountain right across from the main entrance. You’ll see right away—I’m the prettiest one here!"
"Wait for !"
Crossing the parking lot, he took just a few steps before spotting a stunningly elegant figure.
A black, form-fitting haute couture gown clung to her curves, accentuating her graceful silhouette.
Her wine-red wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, while her flawless, sculpted legs glead under the sunlight.
The carefully styled beautician radiated an undeniable allure, like a runway model stepping out of a fashion magazine.
Her presence instantly drew the gazes of countless passersby.
The mont their eyes t, Zhao Yaqian’s face lit up with a brilliant smile.
"Click, click, click—"
Her heels tapped gracefully against the stone pavent.
The next mont, her warm, fragrant body pressed against him, sealing his lips in a deep, passionate kiss.
A wave of heat surged through him as her fiery breath lted into his.
For the first ti, the beautician was completely unreserved—pouring every ounce of passion and affection into this embrace.
Behind them, the fountain’s water jets danced in harmony with the music, mist shimring under the golden sunlight.
Everything else blurred into the background.
The people around them slowed their steps, their eyes drawn to the striking pair.
Many n stared in envy at Tang Song.
Due to his rush, Tang Song was still in casual attire—a plain T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.
Compared to Zhao Yaqian’s ticulously styled elegance, he looked completely out of place.
Yet—none of that mattered.
For five or six whole minutes, they remained locked in their embrace before finally pulling apart.
Zhao Yaqian took a few deep breaths, gently holding his hand. Her voice was sweet and playful. "Programr friend, do you feel a little happier now that you see ?"
Tang Song reached out and softly stroked her fair cheek, his gaze full of warmth. "Mm, thank you, my beautician friend. I really didn’t expect you to co all this way just for ."
"As long as you're happy. Let’s go to the hotel first; it's too hot outside."
On the Way
Zhao Yaqian was particularly cheerful, chatting non-stop.
"I’ve started learning how to dance! Once I get better, I’ll dance for you. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I also bought you so new clothes and put them in the wardrobe at Yanjing Huating. Try them on when you go back; I’m sure they’ll look great on you!"
"Mm, I trust your taste."
"I found an amazing steakhouse! Let’s go there together next ti, alright?"
"Sounds good."
The elevator slowly ca to a stop on the 11th floor.
Zhao Yaqian took out her room key and opened the door to Room 1108.
It was a 50-square-ter luxury suite, elegantly decorated and fully equipped.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Zhao Yaqian casually tossed her bag aside, slightly bent her legs, and rested her head against his shoulder.
With a hint of concern in her voice, she asked softly, "Brother, are you okay? I may not be able to help you much, but I will always be by your side. Whenever you need , I’ll be there right away."
Listening to her words, Tang Song felt his eyes sting slightly.
After a brief silence, he said softly, "I’m sorry, Qianqian. There’s sothing you’ve probably known deep down, but I’ve never openly admitted it. That’s my fault. I’ve been avoiding it, brushing it off. The truth is… besides you, I have other girlfriends."
As his first official girlfriend, Zhao Yaqian naturally held a special place in his heart.
After everything with Liu Qingning, he had started reflecting on himself.
He knew he needed to be more honest.
Zhao Yaqian let out a gentle "Mm", then hugged him tightly. "Actually, I knew before we got together. This was my own choice."
"Song-ge, don’t apologize. I’m truly happy right now."
"Since we’ve been together, you’ve given so much, and I’ve grown a lot."
"I know exactly what I want now, and I’m grateful that you ca into my life."
A System Notification
Just then, a series of system notifications rang in his mind:
"Ding! Congratulations, Player! [Partner - Zhao Yaqian] Growth Plan Task ④ [The Canary’s Transformation] has been completed!"
"[Partner - Zhao Yaqian] Growth Progress 5%."
"[Partner - Zhao Yaqian] Agility 2."
"[Partner - Zhao Yaqian] has received [A Gift from Partner Tang Song 1]."
Tang Song paused, montarily dazed.
He thought back to when they first t—she was just a girl who worried about payday and loved eating street food.
She would laugh and cry without restraint.
But now, she had started studying, learned to read his emotions, and had actively participated in the research and investnt negotiations for Isha Beauty.
She had truly matured and was undergoing a remarkable transformation.
More importantly—she was happy.
A sense of relief washed over Tang Song, and his thoughts beca clear.
Yes.
Whether it was for Zhao Yaqian or Liu Qingning—
His greatest desire and fulfillnt ca from being a part of their lives, helping them grow, and making them happy.
Instead of dwelling on the past, he might as well go straight to Shenzhen and face everything head-on.
After all, his White Moonlight wasn’t escaping this ti.
The only thing left was figuring out how to make her happy.
The clouds in his mind cleared, and Tang Song felt refreshed and energized. This text is hosted at NoveIꜰire
Unlocking a Gift
Opening the system interface, he entered the [Partner] module.
At the center of [Zhao Yaqian’s] character card, a pink item hovered.
[A Gift from Partner Tang Song 1]: A partner interaction item. When used, [Partner - Zhao Yaqian] will receive a special talent suitable for her, including (Music, Painting, Dance, Languages, Sports, etc.).
Tang Song selected the item and used it imdiately.
"Ding! [Partner - Zhao Yaqian] has received the gifted talent: [Dance]!"
A soft glow radiated from Zhao Yaqian’s character card.
In the shimring light, an animated version of her appeared—
She began to dance gracefully, her movents elegant and srizing.
Her figure was stunning, her expression enchanting, exuding a charm that was indescribably captivating.
Tang Song felt his pulse quicken as he watched.
Noticing his reaction, Zhao Yaqian’s body softened, and she leaned in to kiss him.
Her dress zipper slowly slid down.
Her glistening eyes filled with warmth as she whispered affectionate words.
Her long, slender legs were soon exposed to the air.
Their figures intertwined.
An Unexpected Proposal
As she felt his passionate embrace, Zhao Yaqian’s heart raced.
Her voice was soft and enticing as she leaned into his ear.
"Brother, Xiaoxue is here too. She’s in the next room… should I call her over?"
Hearing her words, Tang Song’s breathing grew heavier.
"This… isn’t this a little too much?"
Just a mont ago, he was apologizing, and now he was about to...
"Do I even have any dignity left?"
"Maybe I should be the one to call instead."
Tang Song let go of Zhao Yaqian, took out his phone, and dialed a number.
"Beep… beep… beep—"
After a few rings, the call connected.
"Hello, Chairman Tang."
"Xiaoxue, co to Room 1108."
"Alright, I’ll be there soon."
Monts later—
"Knock, knock, knock—"
A soft yet composed voice followed.
"Chairman Tang, it’s ."
Taking a deep breath, Tang Song stepped toward the door.
A Business-Like Arrival
With a gentle creak, the door opened.
Lin Muxue stood at the entrance, her posture poised, her makeup flawless.
She was dressed in a chic sumr business outfit.
Her black cropped trousers accentuated her long, slender legs.
As she entered the room, her gaze landed on Zhao Yaqian’s slightly disheveled appearance.
Her face imdiately flushed, and she clasped her hands in front of her.
"Chairman Tang… is there sothing you need to do?"
"Wait… why did he call over at a ti like this? He’s not going to ask to buy… uh… supplies, is he?"
"Ugh… life is hard."
Xiaoxue sighed inwardly.
After all, she was just the assistant.
Suddenly—
A warm hand gently wrapped around her waist.
Tang Song’s voice whispered by her ear.
"Xiaoxue, Qianqian wants so backup. Would you be willing to help?"
"Ah—!"
Lin Muxue gasped, her eyes wide with shock.
"I thought I was just here as a substitute… but now I’m suddenly in the starting lineup?!"
"What do I do now?!"
After a mont of hesitation, she stamred, "I… I…"
Tang Song tightened his grip, lowering his head to kiss her cheek.
Lin Muxue nervously brushed her hair behind her ear, her voice trembling.
"I… I’ll just… go to the restroom first."
"It’s work hours. I have to follow the boss’s orders."
"But no matter what—there’s one line I won’t cross!"
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