"Clack, clack, clack—"
The sound of furious typing filled the air.
Inside the Fake Socialite Group Chat—
[Little Xue: "This LV Capucines Gilded Sahara feels way more comfortable than the Hermès Birkin 35, probably because it suits my work life better."]
[Zi Yue: "Ugh, I’m so jealous of Little Xue! She got such an amazing gift for Valentine’s Day—I’m gonna cry."]
[Xin Yu: "You guys probably don’t know, but Little Xue’s boyfriend is seriously rich."]
[Little Xue: "(#DogHead) @Zi Yue, correction—this wasn’t a Valentine’s gift. My boyfriend gave it to yesterday."]
The mont she sent the ssage, all the lurkers in the group suddenly popped out.
["Wait, what do you an? Are you saying there’s another gift coming today?"]
["@Little Xue, hurry up and show us! We wanna see!"]
Lin Muxue smirked, taking a sip of coffee as a smug expression appeared on her face.
She quickly typed back:
"Not sure yet. He said he has a surprise for and will give it to tonight."
The mont she had arrived at work, the fake socialites in the chat had been showing off their Qixi travels, gifts, and hotels.
At first, she didn’t really care—after all, they weren’t on her level anymore.
But then, so nosy b*tch had @ed her, asking if she had really received the Gilded Sahara—even questioning whether her boyfriend was the one who actually gave it to her.
So, she had no choice but to flex a little.
After sending her ssage, Lin Muxue couldn’t help but reach out and touch the bag on her desk again.
This Capucines Gilded Sahara had been her dream bag for ages.
She had imagined owning it countless tis.
Back when Tang Song played the "swipe card ga" with her, the three things she had wanted most were:
This bag.
A Porsche 911.
A luxury apartnt in Yanjing Huating.
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Now, two of those dreams had already been fulfilled by Tang Song.
Her excitent was beyond words—she had barely slept last night.
Just then—
A Teams notification popped up on her computer screen.
Seeing the words "Beneficiary Update", Lin Muxue’s heart skipped a beat.
She instinctively straightened her back.
It’s finalized?!
Who’s the third person?!
But no matter who it was, she had to keep her composure.
Lin Muxue took a deep breath and quickly clicked on the notification.
The light in her eyes froze, as if soone had hit pause on her entire existence.
Her pupils dilated rapidly.
"Bang—"
Her chair slamd against the window behind her as she abruptly stood up.
"Su… Su…"
Her arms hung stiffly in the air, her throat tightening like sothing was stuck inside, making it impossible to say the na out loud.
How could this be possible?!
Su Yu—as a trust beneficiary?!
Lin Muxue had always known that Tang Song and Su Yu’s relationship wasn’t ordinary.
That much was obvious from Mo Xiangwan’s attitude and Su Yu’s concert accompanint performance.
But she had always assud that Su Yu was just the woman behind the scenes.
After all, Su Yu wasn’t just the hottest superstar in the industry—she was also Tang Zong Entertainnt’s biggest shareholder and director, a billionaire worth nearly ten billion yuan.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think Su Yu would be officially signed into Slover Trust as a beneficiary.
Which ant…
Tang Song was financially supporting Su Yu?
Su Yu was Tang Song’s kept woman?!
Lin Muxue felt like her brain was about to short-circuit.
Her fingers trembled slightly.
This can’t be real.
Maybe it’s just soone with the sa na?
Lin Muxue slowly sank back into her chair, carefully rereading the docunt.
The ssage was from attorney Luo Bin, a committee mber, and the wording was extrely precise.
With her current English skills, she had no trouble understanding it.
After repeatedly verifying it—
Her gaze beca unfocused.
The status of Tang Song’s lovers just skyrocketed to an entirely new level.
Qiaoxi District – Shengyuan Scenic Residence
"Ding-dong— Ding-dong—"
The doorbell rang.
From the living room, Wen Ruan glanced at the smart ho security monitor before pressing the unlock button.
The villa’s front gate clicked open.
She removed her face mask, walked to the entryway, and gently pulled open the reinforced security door.
"Hello, good morning, Madam Zhuangzhuang!"
Zhang Ziqi spread her arms wide and hugged her.
"I’m dying of thirst. I need juice—freshly squeezed, ice-cold!"
Wen Ruan smiled, pressing her lips together.
"Get in first. Change your shoes."
Click— The door shut behind them.
"Ahhh, it’s so cool inside. This feels amazing!"
Zhang Ziqi squinted in satisfaction, happily accepting a pair of indoor slippers.
As they entered the bright, spacious villa, Hu Mingli looked around at the luxurious décor, smacking her lips in admiration.
"This villa is seriously stunning. Every ti I co here, I drool with envy."
"Then drool a little more—preferably from both the top and bottom."
"Hey! Zhuangzhuang, you’re so dirty!"
Hu Mingli laughed, playfully slapping Wen Ruan’s peach-shaped hips.
Then, she grinned slyly and said,
"Judging by the way you’re walking today, you must have been drooling a lot last night too. Just how crazy is our Tang Dong?"
Wen Ruan turned her head, licked her lips, and said aningfully:
"I almost died. He had to carry to the shower. I only woke up half an hour ago. You figure it out."
She closed her eyes in bliss.
"Hiss—"
Zhang Ziqi and Hu Mingli both gasped in shock.
"You’re joking, right?! That’s impossible!"
"Heh. Look at you two, acting like you’ve never seen the world."
Wen Ruan smirked proudly.
"So how many tis did you go?"
Wen Ruan smiled and held up four fingers.
"No way! Absolutely not possible!"
"I have no reason to lie."
Zhang Ziqi stared at her.
"You must have used toys! No way your body could handle that otherwise!"
"I agree! Zhuangzhuang, was it one of those remote-controlled ones?"
Hu Mingli giggled, sneaking a hand under Wen Ruan’s skirt.
"Let check if you’re still wearing it~ So exciting!"
"You two are impossible! Get lost!"
Wen Ruan grabbed them both, putting them in their place.
After all—
There’s no such thing as a wrong nickna—only one that’s perfectly fitting.
Shengyuan Scenic Residence – Qiaoxi District
At 171cm tall and weighing 66kg, Wen Ruan was not soone an average girl could handle.
After so playful banter, the three of them settled onto the sofa in the living room.
Zhang Ziqi quickly laid out the fruits and snacks they had brought, arranging them on the coffee table.
As they nibbled on snacks, they started discussing where to go for lunch.
Hu Mingli suddenly asked curiously, "By the way, Zhuangzhuang, what did Tang Dong get you for Qixi?"
"No idea," Wen Ruan replied casually, shaking her head. "He said it’ll arrive today, so I’m guessing he bought sothing online."
"Tsk—so you’re saying it doesn’t even matter if he gives you a gift or not?"
"Hehe, well… you’re not wrong."
Seeing their best friend glowing with happiness, Zhang Ziqi and Hu Mingli felt both envious and happy for her.
Of course, there was a tiny bit of jealousy—no one was a saint.
Now, Wen Ruan was the president of Light & Shadow dia, living in a luxury townhouse in Shengyuan Scenic Residence, and had secured a family trust for her future.
Anyone in their shoes would feel a little left behind.
But at the sa ti, they had benefited greatly from Wen Ruan’s success.
Zhang Ziqi no longer had to worry about layoffs, and Hu Mingli had been promoted to a mid-level managent position in the company.
Their futures were tied to Wen Ruan, so naturally, they hoped for her continued success.
"This villa is huge—are you planning to hire a housekeeper?"
"Maybe later, no rush," Wen Ruan said with a smile. "Honestly, I’m really enjoying living alone for now. Plus, I can play ball anywhere, anyti, without worrying about anyone else."
"Tsk, tsk—soone’s mind is full of yellow thoughts!"
"Hehe, if you had a boyfriend like Tang Song, you’d understand."
Just then—
"Ring ring ring—"
Wen Ruan’s phone rang.
She glanced at the screen—it was an unknown number from out of town.
She answered, "Hello?"
A deep, steady male voice ca through the receiver.
"Hello, is this Ms. Wen Ruan? This is an employee from Shengtang Security. We have a special delivery for you. Would you be available to receive it now?"
Wen Ruan was montarily stunned but quickly realized—this must be Tang Song’s gift.
"Yes, I’m ho."
"Great. We’ll arrive at the east gate of Shengyuan Scenic Residence in about five minutes. Could you please et us there?"
"Got it. See you soon."
Ending the call, Wen Ruan’s face lit up with joy.
"My man’s Qixi gift has arrived!"
"Oooh~"
Zhang Ziqi and Hu Mingli exchanged teasing glances, mimicking her words in unison:
"Actually, it doesn’t even matter if he gives a gift~"
"I’m not particularly concerned about it~"
Wen Ruan rolled her eyes, threw back a few playful jabs, then grabbed a lightweight sun-protective jacket and headed out with the girls.
East Gate of Shengyuan Scenic Residence
The tree-lined walkway was quiet, as it was still mid-morning on a weekday.
They had barely waited two minutes when—
A deep, powerful engine roar grew louder as it approached.
A yellow flatbed truck turned the corner, rolling smoothly toward them.
On the truck—
A transparent glass box was securely fixed in place with tal fras, glistening like crystal under the sunlight, refracting a dreamlike rainbow of colors.
Inside the glass enclosure sat a sleek, all-black car.
A signature hexagonal front grille.
Sharp matrix headlights.
A body with bold, powerful lines flowing effortlessly from front to rear—exuding an aggressive, dynamic stance.
Around the car, the setup was ticulously decorated with flowers, balloons, and silk ribbons.
Passersby began pausing in their tracks, eyes widening in admiration.
It wasn’t every day you saw soone receiving a car in such a grand way—
People had only ever seen this kind of gift presentation online.
"Audi RS6!"
Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze locking onto the car.
The ultimate performance wagon! Her dream car!
She had many hobbies—aside from making love with Tang Song, she also loved cars, road cycling, running, and music.
And when it ca to cars, she was obsessed with performance wagons.
She had always dread of owning an Audi RS6, where she could fit her road bike in the back.
On good weather days, she would go on long drives and cycling trips.
Zhang Ziqi swallowed hard, her voice soft.
"Zhuangzhuang… this wouldn’t happen to be your Qixi gift, would it?"
"It has to be!"
Hu Mingli’s face turned red with excitent.
"When Tang Dong was trying to win Zhuangzhuang over, he asked about her favorite things—and I ntioned this car!"
As the flatbed truck got closer, the pink cursive lettering on the gift box ca into view—
【Ms. Wen Ruan】
【Please sign for your big toy】
【Mr. Tang】
Under the sunlight, surrounded by flowers and balloons, the display was breathtakingly romantic.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, her heartbeat accelerating.
The sense of ceremony. The romance.
Sure, it was a bit flashy—but she loved it.
Zhang Ziqi and Hu Mingli exchanged glances, seeing the sa envious gleam in each other’s eyes.
"Tang Song is seriously thoughtful. I rember this car needs to be ordered well in advance."
"Look at those headlights, that wide rear—it’s a perfect match for Zhuangzhuang!"
"And it even has the carbon fiber package—Zhuangzhuang’s favorite."
Just then, a Range Rover SUV pulled up in front of the flatbed truck.
Three suit-clad security personnel stepped out.
Noticing Wen Ruan, a crew-cut young man quickly walked over and politely greeted her.
"Ms. Wen Ruan, hello. I’m with Shengtang Security. Please inspect the vehicle to ensure everything is in order."
"Got it, thanks."
The transparent gift box was carefully unlocked.
With the combined effort of the flatbed driver and security team, the Audi RS6 was gently lowered onto the ground.
Wen Ruan licked her lips, her eyes overflowing with excitent as she gazed at her dream car.
She wanted nothing more than to drag Tang Song to the gym for a deep squat session right now.
Inside a Quiet rcedes Cabin
Tang Song sat comfortably, his long fingers tracing the hem of Xu Qing’s pleated skirt.
His lips lingered at her earlobe, kissing softly.
Xu Qing was far from skinny.
Her slightly smaller cup size gave her a natural layer of soft curves.
But her skin was unexpectedly smooth, soft and bouncy to the touch.
Each kiss and caress made her entire body shiver.
She was like a cornered little girl, helpless yet too afraid to resist.
Tang Song couldn’t help but want to bully her even more.
This famous cosplayer from their university days was actually an incredibly adorable girl.
He had heard countless interesting stories about her from his roommates.
Back then, though, he had been obsessed with Bai Yueguang.
But occasionally, he’d indulge in so fleeting fantasies—
About Xu Qing.
And perhaps…
About School Belle Shen Yuyan.
Tang Song looked at Xu Qing’s shy expression, then recalled the explicit content she wrote in her fanfics.
He couldn’t resist—his hand landed firmly on her.
"Smack! Smack!"
The crisp sound echoed in the quiet car interior.
"No! No! No!"
Xu Qing covered her flushed face, squirming her little butt.
"Don’t hit !"
Tang Song burst into laughter.
"Does it hurt? Look how scared you are."
If it were Littlejing, she’d probably be clenching her thighs excitedly by now.
But Xu Qing? She lacked training.
"It’s not about pain!" Xu Qing peeked through the gaps of her fingers, revealing two big, grape-like eyes.
"And why are you… touching everywhere?! Do you even realize that’s illegal?!"
Tang Song ignored her protests.
Instead, he whispered playfully,
"Qingqing, can you pull your leggings down a bit? They’re kinda in the way."
Xu Qing’s whole body stiffened.
"Don’t push your luck!" she hissed, shrinking her neck in panic.
Damn you, Little Songzi!
Not only did he already have two girlfriends, but he was still kissing her, touching her…
And now he wanted to take off her leggings?!
Scumbag! Bastard!
Hmph!
"Alright, alright, I respect your decision," Tang Song sighed dramatically, as if he had no choice.
Then, his hand firmly gripped her bare thigh again.
His lips trailed down, landing soft kisses on her slender neck.
Her scent was unique—a mix of jasmine, fruit, and a faint milky sweetness.
"Ahhh!"
Xu Qing squeezed her legs together tightly, her closed eyes misting over.
She had read and watched plenty, but this was her first real intimate experience with a guy.
Far more thrilling than anything she had ever written in her stories.
Her thoughts drifted to her fanfiction.
Sohow… she started imagining herself as the female lead in her novel.
And before she knew it—
She was secretly enjoying it.
It felt… really good.
A Few Monts Later
Xu Qing suddenly lowered her head, her voice tense and shy.
"Tang Song, I need to go back to work!"
Any longer, and she’d completely lose control.
Right now, her number one priority was getting to the bathroom ASAP.
Tang Song took one look at her expression and decided to stop teasing her for now.
He withdrew his hand and said,
"Kiss first."
"You! No way—"
"Hurry up."
Xu Qing hesitated, then slowly lowered her hands, revealing a deeply flushed face. Fresh chapters posted on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Biting her lip, she lifted her small butt slightly and pressed a quick peck on his cheek.
"Mwah."
Completely different from kissing Shen Yuyan.
This ti, she could sll his scent clearly—
Feel his warmth against her skin.
Her entire body softened.
"That’s more like it," Tang Song grinned, pinching her flushed cheeks.
He handed her the Qixi gift box.
"Happy Qixi, Qingqing."
"Thanks…"
Xu Qing accepted the gift, staring at Tang Song’s handso face—
Her heart racing like a startled deer.
A Qixi gift.
A Valentine’s gift.
A gift from Tang Song.
What… does this an?
Before she could overthink it, Tang Song asked casually,
"By the way, about that private photoshoot… Do you prefer a hotel or my place?"
"U-Uh…"
Xu Qing stamred, her gaze shifting nervously.
"A… hotel is fine. But—just photos, okay?!"
"Mhm. I’ll set it up—Lanfeng International Hotel, sound good?"
"I-It’s fine…"
Xu Qing wiggled awkwardly, muttering, "I’m heading back now."
Without waiting for a response, she quickly opened the door and jumped out.
She hugged the platinum gift box tightly and sprinted into the office building.
Tang Song watched her disappear into the entrance, chuckling softly.
He was really looking forward to that photoshoot.
"Ring ring ring—"
Just as he was about to leave, his phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, he imdiately answered.
"Hey, Qingning."
Liu Qingning’s clear, crisp voice ca through the speaker.
"Hey, Tang Song. Are you free to talk?"
"Of course."
"I just wanted to let you know—I’ve officially started at Qingning Tech. With Chairman Qin’s guidance, I’ve been exposed to so truly incredible new technology."
Liu Qingning’s voice was filled with excitent as she described everything she had encountered.
A self-developed AI model, capable of working independently in complex environnts.
Tangyi Precision’s advanced hardware, designed specifically for AI applications.
Li3.0, which had surpassed every existing open-source and closed-source model on the market.
Project Fuxi, a classified experintal AI that could comprehend the physical world, plan ahead, and autonomously complete long-term tasks.
In less than two hours at Qingning Tech, she had experienced an unprecedented level of shock.
Liu Qingning had worked in AI since university, but she had never imagined that so companies had already pushed large-scale models this far.
It was clear—
In the global race for technological supremacy, Qingning Tech was a strategic powerhouse for the nation.
Her mind was overflowing with thoughts, and she couldn’t wait to share them with Tang Song.
Just like she had promised before—
From now on, she would be completely open with him, so they could understand each other better.
Tang Song listened quietly, occasionally offering his insights.
Before they knew it, they had talked for over half an hour.
"By the way," Liu Qingning suddenly said, "Chairman Qin told you personally own 3% of the company. He asked if I’d like to join the board, but I turned it down—I’m just an engineer. I have no experience running a company."
She sighed, half-jokingly.
"You’re a real monster, Tang Song.
You’ve got shares and influence in two massive industries—entertainnt with Tang Zong and AI with Qingning Tech."
Tang Song chuckled.
"A monster? That’s no way to describe your boyfriend.
You should say—genius."
He didn’t explain too much.
Saying too much might confuse her.
Now that Bai Yueguang had just started her job, she would naturally figure things out over ti.
After so light teasing, Liu Qingning suddenly added:
"One more thing—a major figure from Smile Holdings is visiting the company this afternoon. I’ll be joining Chairman Qin for the reception."
Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat.
"Who?"
"Jin iLittle."
Liu Qingning paused.
"I really wanted to get to know her better, but I heard she’ll only be staying for an hour before flying to Shanghai."
Shanghai?
Tang Song’s breathing slowed.
First, she’s eting Liu Qingning.
Then, she’s flying to et Su Yu?
Why is Secretary Jin acting like this?
According to his system notifications, she had already changed her attitude after receiving his Qixi gift.
Would she really go show off their matching couple’s outfit?
No way.
Secretary Jin wasn’t that childish.
Just as he hung up, his WeChat notification pinged.
[Littlejing: "My parents aren’t ho for lunch today… Would you mind coming over?"]
[Littlejing: "I originally booked a restaurant, but I decided I’d rather make you a special al myself."]
[Littlejing: Shy emoji]
Yanjing Huating – Luxury Apartnt
"Bzz, bzz, bzz—"
[Song: "Sure, thanks for the effort, Littlejing. I’ll be there in about 20 minutes."]
"Yeah!"
Littlejing clutched her phone, did a little twirl, and replied with a beaming smile.
["Got it! I’ll be waiting for you~"]
Humming a tune, she skipped into the kitchen, where two housekeepers were busy finishing up.
She blinked innocently and asked in a sweet voice,
"Auntie Liu, Auntie Wang, when will the food be ready?"
"It’s already done, dear. We just need to clean up the kitchen."
Littlejing imdiately waved them off.
"No need, no need! I’ll handle the cleaning. You two can go ho early—I already told my mom I’d give you half the day off."
"Oh! Thank you, Jingjing!"
"That’s so sweet of you, Jingjing!"
Watching the two housekeepers leave, Littlejing let out a soft giggle.
She glanced at the delicious, beautifully plated lunch, satisfaction written all over her face.
So of the dishes were even her own "handiwork"—
Like the pot of stead rice.
If you really thought about it, she wasn’t exactly lying to Tang Song.
Of course, if Tang Song found out the truth and insisted on punishing her…
Well, then—
She’d just have to obediently accept her punishnt.
To make it more convenient for Tang Song to teach her a lesson, she had even bought a leather belt as a gift.
So when the ti ca, he could easily use it to discipline her.
Just imagining it—
Littlejing rubbed her thighs together, her eyes sparkling with excitent.
To set up this perfect opportunity, she had gone to great lengths.
She had bought her mom a plane ticket to Hangzhou and even booked her a hotel—
So she could spend a lovely Valentine’s Day with Littlejing’s dad, who was on a business trip there.
Which ant—
She and Tang Song could enjoy a romantic private date at her place.
Littlejing lay on her soft pink round bed, her face buried in her blankets.
She kicked her legs shyly, her heart pounding.
Why insist on having the date at ho?
The answer was simple—
It was more convenient, more private… and much, much more exciting.
Being "punished" by Tang Song in her own bedroom…
Just the thought made her heartbeat race and her cheeks burn.
After a long while, she finally sat up.
Her delicate fingers lifted the hem of her K-uniform mini skirt—
And slid underneath.
Completely bare.
Unlike most girls, her entire body was flawlessly pale, as if she had stepped straight out of an ani doujin.
And what if—
Tang Song walked in, saw that no one was ho, and suddenly lost control?
What if he pushed her down onto the bed, grabbed the belt, and started whipping her?
What if he roughly ran his hands all over her trembling body—
He’d definitely discover her little secret.
Littlejing shivered slightly, overwheld by the anticipation and nervous excitent.
Her face turned bright red, yet her lips curled into a bashful, expectant smile.
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