The offices of Light and Shadow dia were strictly divided—separating the president and board mbers from the general employee workspace.
Since Wen Ruan had just returned from Shanghai, no employees dared to co over and disturb her.
The quiet, private lounge wasn’t very big. Aside from a small en-suite bathroom, it contained a comfortable single bed and a mini fridge.
Today, Wen Ruan exuded an irresistible charm—sexy and mature, inside and out.
After a while…
Breathing heavily, she turned her head slightly and looked at him with a teasing gaze.
Every line of trash talk was bolder than the last.
She hadn’t forgotten her goal today—to completely overpower him!
Everyone has a sense of jealousy and possessiveness.
For Tang Song, whom she loved deeply, she felt it even more.
Even though she had compromised for him, when facing their first Valentine’s Day together, the thought of him being affectionate with another woman made her uncomfortable.
Listening to the older woman’s words, looking at her seductive figure, and considering their current setting, Tang Song decisively chose to surrender.
Wen Ruan turned around, her expression full of disdain. “Heh, that’s it? You’re useless!”
“...!” Tang Song’s mouth twitched. “You’re really full of yourself today, huh?”
“It’s just the truth.” Wen Ruan glanced at her Rolex Datejust and smirked. “Nine minutes. You only lasted nine minutes. You’re getting worse and worse...”
As she spoke, she crossed her legs slightly and raised an eyebrow at him.
Tang Song’s forehead twitched. “Let’s see if you’ve got the guts to go again!”
“Oh, please,” Wen Ruan chuckled. “This is still the office, after all. I don’t want soone needing to lean against the wall later—how embarrassing would that be?”
She laughed to herself as she started tidying up.
Smack! Smack!
Tang Song gave her a firm slap on the butt. “Ungrateful! That’s my line! If I weren’t worried about you, our esteed female CEO, losing face, you wouldn’t even be able to stand up right now. Just you wait.”
Sensing the shift in his mood, Wen Ruan smirked. “Let’s go. I’ll finish up so work, check in with my assistants, then cook dinner for you tonight.”
This was exactly the outco she wanted.
At the very least, Tang Song wouldn’t be leaving her place tonight.
Once midnight struck, she’d be the first person to say “Happy Valentine’s Day” to him.
Even Su Yu and Director Jin would have to wait in line behind her.
Just the thought of it gave her a peculiar sense of satisfaction.
Yuhua Business Tower, Room 1404
The 100-square-ter office was almost empty, allowing a clear view of the entire space at a glance.
The reception area was minimalistic, featuring a modern white desk with a few potted plants beside it.
In the core workspace, eight desks were arranged in tight rows, each equipped with simple bow-shaped chairs. The desktops were spotless, with nothing placed on them.
The overall décor was plain, with nothing noteworthy.
In the corner’s makeshift lounge area, Xu Ning and Li Yujiao sat on a sofa, holding a few scattered docunts.
“We need to buy a computer and a printer first, along with so office supplies like stationery and file folders.”
“I’ve already found an accounting agency for bookkeeping. I’ll set up a group chat later.”
Li Yujiao exhaled and shook her head. “We definitely need to hire staff. There’s no way you can handle everything alone. Has Xiaoxue ntioned anything about this? Do you guys have a plan?”
“Uh…” Xu Ning hesitated, feeling a little guilty. “She hasn’t ntioned it, and I’m not really sure.”
Sigh…
Li Yujiao frowned and let out a long breath, feeling a headache coming on.
She had only agreed to invest in this talent managent agency because Xiaoxue had ntioned it and invited her and Zhang Xi to buy shares.
Based on what they had seen at Lanfeng International before, neither of them questioned much and simply agreed.
Zhang Xi invested 400,000 yuan, while she put in 300,000 yuan and took care of securing the office space and handling miscellaneous tasks.
They each held 15% of the company’s shares.
Xiaoxue, on the other hand, contributed key market connections and industry resources, taking a 70% stake for herself.
But now that the company had officially begun operations, Li Yujiao suddenly realized—it was a complete ss.
The only employee was Xu Ning.
There was no structure, no clear business model, and no sign of when operations would even start.
Unlike Zhang Xi, who was just in this for fun, Li Yujiao had a legitimate full-ti job at her mother’s company, Yan Hui Tech Incubator.
Her company specialized in helping early-stage startups grow, providing office spaces, accounting services, and essential business support.
Because of that, she had a much clearer understanding of how companies should be run.
And the more she thought about it, the more she felt that Xue Tang Culture was a joke.
If it weren’t for how impressed she had been at Lanfeng International, she would have backed out imdiately.
After all, their investnt was still in the “to-be-paid” stage.
She hadn’t actually transferred her 300,000 yuan yet.
No one’s money falls from the sky, and while she and Zhang Xi had so to spare, neither of them were naive fools.
If anything, they were even more cautious about gains and losses—especially when it ca to partnerships and investnts.
Xu Ning, seeing Li Yujiao’s serious expression, tensed up.
As a fake socialite, the thing she feared most was dealing with real wealthy won.
She knew Xiaoxue’s background very well.
Even though she seed to be doing well now, in reality, she wasn’t that rich.
After helping her pay off 130,000 yuan in overdue debt, Xiaoxue barely had a few thousand left.
The company’s registration had entirely relied on Zhang Xi and Li Yujiao’s investnts.
To Xu Ning, she and Xiaoxue were just trying to make sothing out of nothing, and she was feeling increasingly uneasy about it.
Just then—
Ring, ring, ring—
Her phone suddenly rang.
“It’s Xiaoxue. She’s probably on her way.”
Xu Ning breathed a sigh of relief and quickly answered.
“Hey, Xiaoxue.”
“Yeah, I’m with Jiaojiao at the office. We were just talking about you.”
“Oh, okay. We’ll clean up a bit and head down. Bye-bye.”
Hanging up, Xu Ning let out a soft smile. “Xiaoxue’s almost here. She wants to take us to the café downstairs for a al and discuss the company’s next steps.”
“Alright, let’s go. I’ve got a movie date with my boyfriend tonight,” Li Yujiao said, picking up her handbag and standing up.
Outside the Office Building
It was early evening—just as the workday was ending. The streets were bustling with people coming and going.
The soft, orange-red glow of the setting sun illuminated the entire street.
Standing in the corner beneath the rain awning, the two of them glanced toward the entrance from ti to ti.
Li Yujiao held her phone, chatting non-stop with her boyfriend, her lips curled into a soft smile.
Seeing that Xiaoxue still hadn’t arrived, Xu Ning tried to make conversation. “Jiaojiao, tomorrow is Qixi Festival. Did your boyfriend prepare a gift for you?”
“Hmm, probably.” Li Yujiao answered absentmindedly, not saying much more.
Seeing that she wasn’t interested in the conversation, Xu Ning didn’t push further.
She could tell that Li Yujiao didn’t have a good impression of her.
Unlike Xiaoxue, she wasn’t smart or socially adept, and she had no idea how to build a good relationship with her.
As the two of them stood there waiting in silence, a sleek and imposing Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly rolled up to the entrance of the office building, catching their attention from the corner of their eyes.
Its jet-black paint glead like a mirror, reflecting everything around it.
The grandeur of its body, the signature Parthenon grille, the Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornant, and the large polished wheels instantly drew a crowd’s attention.
The white-collar workers passing by subconsciously slowed their steps to take a better look.
“Rolls-Royce.” Xu Ning’s eyes glead with admiration, and she couldn’t help but whisper, “And it’s a Phantom… A car worth tens of millions. Look at that license plate—it’s so perfect. Absolutely stunning.”
She had spent a long ti in the fake socialite circles, so she was well-versed in luxury goods and deeply desired them. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel[f]ire
Li Yujiao nodded. “Yeah, there’s no shortage of rich people in Yan City.”
As the two whispered to each other, the car smoothly ca to a stop right next to them.
Through the clear windshield, they could see the driver—a tall and strikingly cold-looking woman.
Her hair was tied into a sleek ponytail, and she wore a fitted won’s suit, exuding a refined yet untouchable allure.
Then, with a soft click, the luxurious coach-style doors of the Phantom gracefully opened.
The first thing that caught their eyes was a pair of long, shapely legs, elegantly wrapped in sheer black stockings.
Then, Lin Muxue stepped out from the back seat.
Her silk blouse was crisp and flawless, accentuating her smooth and radiant skin.
The slightly open collar added an effortless elegance and intellectual charm.
A gentle breeze brushed against her hair, causing a few loose strands to rest against her cheek, adding a touch of softness to her poised deanor.
A Chanel LeBoy in black and silver calfskin rested on her shoulder, while she carried a massive orange LV gift bag in one hand.
The Phantom behind her, combined with the elite aura of the female driver, radiated an overwhelming presence.
All eyes were instantly drawn to her.
Lifting her chin slightly, Lin Muxue calmly scanned the surroundings before settling her gaze on Xu Ning and Li Yujiao, who were both staring in stunned silence.
A faint smile curved her lips, and her eyes sparkled with confidence and composure, as if she had everything under control.
Ha! This is exactly the effect I wanted!
Co on, give your envious, jealous stares! I, Empress Muxue, am here to dominate!
With a soft thud, the car door closed.
As Lin Muxue moved, the tight black pencil skirt perfectly outlined her round and firm curves—showcasing both the sharpness of a career woman and the softness of femininity.
Whispers and murmurs rippled through the crowd, their gazes locked onto her.
“Xiaoxue.” Xu Ning swallowed hard, her eyes widening.
Li Yujiao took a deep breath, put her phone away, and flashed a bright, enthusiastic smile. “Xiaoxue, you’re here.”
“Mm.” Lin Muxue nodded with a smile. “Sorry to keep you both waiting.”
“It’s fine, we haven’t been waiting long.” Li Yujiao warmly linked arms with her, then pointed at the Phantom beside them. “This car…?”
Lin Muxue’s eyes flickered, and she replied with practiced ease, “My boyfriend’s. We just went to inspect the Yannan Film Base together, and he gave a little gift while we were at it.”
Since their new company was about to start operations, she needed a powerful background to establish her credibility.
Tang Song was the perfect candidate.
After all, he had already been exposed in the fake socialite circles.
So from now on, she’d use Tang Song’s na to boost her own status and get Snow Sugar Culture up and running as soon as possible.
Besides, no matter how Tang Song saw her, she had already considered him her man.
“Ohhh!” Li Yujiao’s eyes sparkled. “So that investor you ntioned for Yannan Film Base… That’s your boyfriend?!”
Lin Muxue chuckled and nodded. “That’s right.”
Beside her, Xu Ning hesitated, her expression conflicted.
She clearly rembered asking before, and Xiaoxue had said she didn’t have a boyfriend.
So where did this one suddenly co from?
But she wasn’t stupid—she knew better than to ask out loud.
In fact, she had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
Her friend Xiaoxue was definitely being kept by soone.
Otherwise, there was no way she could be living like this.
Still, as long as Xiaoxue didn’t admit it, she would never dare bring it up.
Li Yujiao grinned. “So this is the gift from your boyfriend? An LV bag?”
“Capucines Gilded Sahara,” Lin Muxue said lightly. “He secretly asked my friend and found out I’ve been eyeing this one, so he bought it for while he was on a business trip.”
She lifted the massive LV bag slightly, her tone casual.
But those who were paying attention would notice—her toes, painted a striking red, were pressing subtly into the ground.
It was one of her telltale signs of extre excitent.
Xu Ning’s eyes widened in shock. “LV’s bag king?! Are you serious?”
The Capucines Gilded Sahara Crocodile Leather Bag was the pinnacle of LV’s luxury line, with a boutique price of 240,000 yuan.
Many places didn’t even have it in stock—it had to be pre-ordered in advance.
It was the ultimate dream bag for won everywhere.
And she knew for a fact that this had been Xiaoxue’s dream bag.
She had even murmured its na in her sleep.
Every ti they visited an LV boutique, if the bag was on display, Xiaoxue would definitely put on gloves and carefully admire it.
Lin Muxue smiled. “Let’s go eat first. We’ll unbox it while we’re there. My Hermès is getting a little boring—this bag arrived just in ti.”
With that, she took a step forward.
Her black stilettos clacked crisply against the solid stone pavent.
Inside the Car
BGM: “Miss Dong” —
"You put out your cigarette and started talking about the past... You said, ‘That’s how my first half of life went, but there’s always tomorrow...’"
The gentle folk tune drifted through the sixteen Harmon Kardon speakers in the car, filling the space with a dreamy ambiance.
Tang Song sat in the driver’s seat of his long-unused BMW 330i Night Edition, chatting idly with Wen Ruan.
After their little ga at the office, the two had entered a brief state of calm.
The older woman leaned into the plush leather seat, her seatbelt pressing against her chest, accentuating her curves.
Her gaze never left Tang Song’s side profile, and a gentle, affectionate smile played on her lips.
At a red light, Tang Song turned his head, locking eyes with Wen Ruan.
Seeing the look in her eyes, his heart trembled.
Suddenly, he said, “Wen Ruan, I love you.”
Wen Ruan froze for a second.
Then she let out a soft pfft, playfully slapping his leg.
With a rare mischievous expression, she smirked. “Hmph, don’t think saying sweet things will get you out of my grasp.”
Though she was joking, her eyes shimred with moisture.
Her ti in Shanghai had actually been full of anxiety and fear.
She had thought that after dealing with Su Yu, she could finally settle down and enjoy being Tang Song’s lover.
But who would have thought that now, another player had entered the ga—Director Jin.
Unlike a celebrity like Su Yu, Director Jin was a true business mogul.
A tycoon who had graced the cover of TI magazine—standing at the very pinnacle of the world’s elite.
To her, Director Jin was like so kind of Cthulhu-esque existence—unseeable, indescribable, yet capable of inducing a ntal breakdown.
The sheer pressure of it all weighed on her heavily.
She was terrified of being forced to leave Tang Song one day—or worse, being abandoned by him.
That’s why she had been constantly teasing him on WeChat, sending flirty ssages and suggestive pictures.
It wasn’t just playful—it was because she genuinely felt insecure.
And now, things had escalated to a full-blown PK battle against Director Jin for her man—how could she not panic?
Tang Song glanced at her. “Do you like hearing it?”
“No.” Wen Ruan blinked her sultry eyes. “But if you’ve got the guts to say it a few more tis, maybe I’ll start liking it.”
“Heh.” Tang Song leaned in, kissed her lips, then smacked his lips with a smirk. “You can talk tough all you want, but when I kiss you, you’re still soft.”
Wen Ruan rubbed her legs together slightly and purred in her signature mature, teasing tone, “You, on the other hand, are always hard.”
As she spoke, her gaze slowly drifted downward.
The red light turned green.
Tang Song floored the gas pedal. “Tonight, I’ll make sure you get your fill.”
The orange-red sunset poured in from the side window, illuminating his silhouette.
Wen Ruan gazed at Tang Song’s sunlit side profile, her lips curling into a smile. “Little brother, how are you so good at this?”
She giggled. “Let tell you a secret.”
“The first ti I saw your photo, I fell for you.”
“Mingli and the others introduced to a lot of guys before, but you’re the only one who made feel it at first sight.”
Though she spoke boldly, in truth, she was quite conservative.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t still have been a virgin for so many years.
She had t countless handso n, seen countless dating profiles…
But Tang Song was the only one who fit her ideal type perfectly—he hit every one of her preferences dead-on.
That’s why she was willing to ‘coincidentally’ et him at the gym.
Why she accepted the LV bag he gave her.
Why she didn’t hesitate to kiss him even though they had just t.
Hearing her rather improper confession, Tang Song chuckled. “What a coincidence. I fell for you at first sight too.”
“Alright then, guess we’re both lust at first sight. We’re a perfect match.”
The car weaved through the congested city streets.
The soft lody of a folk song mixed with Wen Ruan’s lodious laughter.
The BMW 330i Night Edition smoothly pulled into the underground parking lot of Shengyuan Scenic Residence.
They got out of the car, carrying the groceries they had picked up at the residential gate.
Opening the door to the villa, they stepped inside.
Wen Ruan squatted down, helping him change into house slippers.
Without even changing her clothes, she went straight to the kitchen, put on an apron, and got to work.
Tang Song tried to help, but she pushed him out.
Wen Ruan was an excellent cook, and half an hour later, three delicious homade dishes were served on the dining table.
All of them were his favorites.
After dinner, Wen Ruan pulled him onto the living room sofa.
She didn’t mind getting dirty—she directly placed his feet on her soft, full thighs.
Then, taking out a nail clipper, she began trimming his toenails ticulously.
Click. Click.
She mumbled, “I noticed when I helped you change shoes just now—your toenails were way too long. That’s unhygienic. Bacteria can get trapped, and they can break easily. It’s bad for your health.”
Tang Song watched her in silence, once again feeling the depth of her love.
His recent interactions with Liu Qingning had made him rethink his emotions—not just toward Bai Yueguang, but also toward the other won in his life.
This ti, he spoke seriously.
“Wen Ruan, I love you.”
This ti, she didn’t tease him.
Instead, she smiled, leaned in, and kissed his cheek.
3rd Floor: Ho Theater Room
After trimming his nails, Wen Ruan led him upstairs to the third-floor ho theater.
She pushed open the heavy doors, dimd the lights, and adjusted the mood lighting.
Each of them grabbed a ga controller.
They started playing It Takes Two—a 2021 Ga of the Year award winner.
With its stunning visuals and whimsical design, paired with the high-end projector and surround sound system, the experience was top-notch.
Playing co-op gas with Tang Song, Wen Ruan was as excited as a little girl with a new toy—laughing, shouting, and completely imrsed.
Once they got tired, Wen Ruan went to the wine cabinet and grabbed two cans of beer along with so snacks.
They settled into massage chairs, turning on the massive projector screen.
Picking a romantic cody, they drank, snacked, and chatted as they watched.
Her smooth, full legs swayed lazily.
She talked about her ti in Shanghai, about the recent changes in her family.
Tang Song leaned against the sofa, watching her.
A strange warmth surged in his heart.
This mont seed so simple.
Just an ordinary daily interaction.
But for so reason, it deeply moved him.
This scene would etch itself into his mory.
And, years later, it would beco a mont of bittersweet nostalgia.
A War of Epic Proportions Was About to Begin
By the ti the movie ended, it was already past 9 PM.
Tang Song took a shower.
When he ca out, he realized—Wen Ruan was gone.
He called out a few tis, but there was no response.
Picking up his phone, he dialed her number.
“Hello? Zhuangzhuang, where did you go?”
A sultry, magnetic voice purred through the receiver.
“Hide and seek. Take your ti finding … If you win, you get a ‘reward.’ Mua~”
Hearing her teasing tone and that special nickna, Tang Song’s blood boiled.
Damn.
This woman really knew how to keep things exciting.
If he weren’t ridiculously overpowered, Wen Ruan alone could have completely drained him.
Pocketing his phone, Tang Song started searching from the third floor, working his way down.
By the ti he reached the basent, he faintly heard the sound of gym equipnt clanking.
Walking forward, he found Wen Ruan working out in their private gym.
Under the glow of the lights, her chestnut-brown hair shimred with a soft luster.
Loose strands cascaded over her shoulders.
Her slightly flushed cheeks made her look irresistibly seductive.
She was wearing a form-fitting sports outfit, highlighting her perfect hourglass figure.
Her body was voluptuous yet toned—the ideal blend of sensuality and fitness, like sothing out of a Korean webtoon.
The mont he saw her, he was reminded of their first encounter.
Hearing his footsteps, Wen Ruan stopped her workout, stood tall, and puffed out her chest.
“Tang Song, today’s fitness session is about to start.”
“Tell —are you doing push-ups, or am I doing squats?”
Looking at the mature, seductive woman before him, a fire ignited in Tang Song’s chest.
Soon, the gym was filled with chaotic sounds.
As ti passed, Wen Ruan’s gaze turned hazy.
Her brain buzzed—"Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz..."
“Tang Song… why did you suddenly stop?”
Wen Ruan didn’t move—she just murmured absentmindedly.
Seeing her utter defeat, an imnse sense of satisfaction surged through Tang Song.
At that mont, several crisp system notifications popped up in his ear.
Ding!
【The Magic Umbrella’s durability has reached 0.】
Ding!
【New quest unlocked: "The Warm Boy's Qixi Festival."** Check the Mission Center for details.】
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