September 1, 2023, Friday, Overcast, 21~28°C.
At 7 AM, the alarm clock rang on ti.
A hand reached out from under the covers, fumbling to turn off the phone alarm.
Yawning, Yao Lingling groggily sat up and rubbed her slightly foggy head.
The desk in her bedroom was covered with sheets of draft paper.
The Yan Provincial International Fashion Exhibition was about to take place, and as a designer for the Qing Business Unit, she had the opportunity to showcase her work.
To seize this chance, she had been gathering inspiration everywhere and researching new fabrics.
Last night, a burst of inspiration struck, and she stayed up until dawn, completing two design drafts in one go.
Sitting on the bed in a daze for a while, Yao Lingling quickly grabbed her phone, opened Tang Song's chat, and began typing a ssage.
【Lingling: "Good morning, little brother! Today is the first day of September, overcast, comfortable temperature, outfit suggestions as follows..."]
After sending the ssage, Yao Lingling eagerly stared at her phone screen.
Chomp chomp—
【Tang Song: "Morning, Lingling. Just finished my workout, about to grab so food."]
Yao Lingling's eyes lit up as she quickly typed a reply:
"Speaking of which, you haven’t updated your notes in half a month! We cyber strategists are starving—hurry up and hand over your photo!"
Yao Lingling: Threatening the boss.jpg
【Tang Song: Selfie.jpg】
"Wow!" Yao Lingling exclaid, instantly wide awake.
The photo was taken in the gym. Tang Song was leaning back against the chest press machine, shirtless, his sweat glistening under the lights. His sculpted muscles were well-defined and smooth.
Yao Lingling zood in on the details, and her face instantly turned red.
She knew Tang Song had abs, but she didn’t expect them to be this impressive!
That had to be an eight-pack, right?
Too bad the picture didn’t show everything—next ti, she had to find a way to touch them in person!
Blushing, Yao Lingling flopped onto her bed and wiggled around, unconsciously making little "ah ah ah" sounds, unsure if it was from embarrassnt or excitent.
"Knock, knock, knock—"
A knock ca from the bedroom door.
From outside, Zhang Jiahong’s voice called, "Lingling, still not up? Skipping your workout today?"
"On it!" Yao Lingling shot up like a rocket, jumped out of bed barefoot, and started frantically getting ready.
She tidied up her design drafts, changed into her workout clothes, and quickly stepped out of her bedroom.
In the living room, she rolled out a yoga mat, placed her tablet on the coffee table, and played a training video before starting her glute workout.
Goblet squats, wide-stance squats, single-leg deadlifts, Romanian deadlifts...
From the kitchen, the hum of the exhaust fan echoed, along with the faint aroma of frying eggs.
Licking her lips, Yao Lingling called out, "Jiahong, make two eggs!"
" too!" The door to the second bedroom swung open, and Li Shumin erged with ssy hair.
Zhang Jiahong peeked out from the kitchen, flashing a bright smile. "No problem!"
Seeing her best friend regain her confidence and energy, Yao Lingling felt genuinely happy for her.
Today was Zhang Jiahong’s second day at Huashang Fushi. She had already received her employnt contract and ID badge and now had her own workstation—fully stepping back into the fashion design industry.
As a thank-you to her two friends, Zhang Jiahong had volunteered to make breakfast.
After finishing a few sets of glute exercises, Yao Lingling grabbed her phone and took a selfie in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her progress.
Zhang Jiahong placed a bowl of porridge on the table and teased, "Lingling, are you sharing your butt with Tang Song?"
"Why do you always phrase things so horribly?" Yao Lingling knocked her on the head playfully, shaking her phone smugly. "I never sent him anything, but he did send his shirtless pic. Hehe."
At the word "shirtless," Li Shumin imdiately perked up.
"Let see! Where’s Tang Song’s shirtless pic?!"
She rushed over straight from the bathroom, not even bothering to wash her hands.
Zhang Jiahong also pounced. "I wanna see too! Hand it over, Lingling!"
"Hahaha, no way!" Yao Lingling laughed as she dodged.
The three of them wrestled in the living room.
In the end, the two ganged up on her and successfully snatched her phone.
Having no choice, Yao Lingling opened WeChat and pulled up the photo Tang Song sent earlier.
"Liar! The most crucial part is missing—this doesn’t count as a shirtless pic!"
"Ew~~ Lingling, your ssages are so flirty!"
"But honestly, Tang Song’s physique is insane! He’s improved so much since his last update on Little Red Book."
They had all followed Tang Song from the start, watching his fitness transformation step by step.
Seeing his statue-like body now, they couldn’t help but feel emotional.
Li Shumin’s eyes sparkled. "So handso! Just based on looks and physique, he’s by far the best-looking guy we know. Lingling, send the pic!"
"No way. Don’t think I don’t know what you’ll do with it tonight, you perv!"
"I’ll sue you for slander!"
Zhang Jiahong smacked Yao Lingling on the butt and grinned. "Lingling, let take a cute pic of you to send back. Sharing pictures between guys and girls ans ‘I want you to see , to be part of my life.’"
"Exactly! And he hasn’t seen you in workout leggings yet—he’s gonna be shook," Li Shumin nudged Yao Lingling. Then, in an exaggerated tone, "Behold! The Innate Fitness Saint Physique! Co, showcase it!"
Embarrassed by their words, Yao Lingling hesitated but eventually agreed.
She had been working out for two months now and had made noticeable progress.
Just like Zhang Jiahong said, this was a way to catch his attention and show a sign of closeness.
"Move your leg a bit to the side, lift your butt—chin up, chest out, smile!"
"Okay, perfect! All set!"
Zhang Jiahong handed the phone back. "Check it out!"
Yao Lingling stared at the screen, her face slowly turning red. "Why... why does this look so seductive?"
"You don’t get it. This is how you grab a man’s attention!" Li Shumin sighed enviously. "If I had your waist-to-hip ratio, I’d wear tight leggings every day!"
"Send it already! Let’s see how he reacts!"
Yao Lingling touched her burning cheeks but still gritted her teeth and clicked on Tang Song’s chat, sending the picture.
She added a ssage: "Just finished my workout, though not nearly as intense as yours, haha."
The three of them huddled together, eagerly staring at the screen.
A mont later—
【Tang Song: "Saved. 二
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