At the end of the hallway, the silence between the three of them made the atmosphere grow increasingly awkward.
Wen Ruan’s gaze fell on Xiao Jing, who was standing beside Tang Song, and the corner of her lips curved into a aningful smile.
This so-called "white rich beauty salary supervisor" that Hu Mingli had ntioned—she was even prettier in person than in her photos.
And her skin really was that fair, full of collagen—enough to make Wen Ruan seriously jealous.
Back then, when she learned about Tang Song’s wealth and realized marriage with him probably wasn’t realistic, she decided to back off. Part of that decision might’ve been influenced by Tian Jing.
She had, in fact, always wanted to et her.
Xiao Jing picked up on the teasing in Wen Ruan’s eyes, and her heart inexplicably started beating faster.
She glanced at Tang Song beside her from the corner of her eye. It was her first ti in this kind of situation—half nervous, half excited.
Noticing Wen Ruan’s half-smiling expression, Tang Song’s face turned a little awkward. “Sister Wen Ruan, what brings you to Jinxiu Comrce?”
“What? Not happy to see ?” Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows.
Tang Song said with concern, “Of course I’m happy. You just got back from a business trip—I was worried you wouldn’t get enough rest.”
Wen Ruan gave Xiao Jing a quick once-over and teased, “Looks like you’re pretty busy with other things. I might’ve shown up at a bad ti.”
Tang Song replied seriously, “No, you ca at just the right ti.”
“Pfft—hehe~” Xiao Jing couldn’t hold it in and covered her mouth as she laughed, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
Wen Ruan chuckled too, rolling her eyes at him, then stepped forward. “Co on, President Tang, shall we go sit in your office for a bit? You don’t mind, right?”
After the tech seminar ended, she had waited nearly 20 minutes outside the CTO’s office, only to have Tang Song get dragged off elsewhere.
Now, seeing the two of them all lovey-dovey, she couldn’t help wanting to rain on his parade a little.
She’d just gone all the way to Shenzhen to help him smooth things over with his "white moonlight," and this dog of a man was out here living it up!
Tang Song glanced at Xiao Jing beside him, feeling a little guilty, and nodded. “Of course not.”
He still hadn’t told this white rich beauty the full truth about himself and wasn’t sure if she knew or not.
But he could sense that Xiao Jing didn’t seem to care.
She never asked about his relationships with other won or questioned what he was doing—always acting generous and open-minded.
Besides, the whole “I’m a scumbag” thing would co out eventually, and he didn’t want to keep hiding it from her.
He pushed open the solid wood door.
A bright office ca into view.
It wasn’t huge, but it had everything—small sofa, coffee table, computer, printer...
Outside the south-facing floor-to-ceiling windows was the bustling cityscape of Yan City.
There were only two sofas, both small and facing each other.
Comfortable for one person, cramped for two.
Wen Ruan walked straight to the west-side sofa and sat down, crossing her legs elegantly and casually.
She glanced around the room with interest, finally fixing her gaze on Tang Song.
She was curious to see whether he’d sit next to her or next to Tian Jing.
Sensing the awkward tension, Tang Song was about to drag over his office chair.
Xiao Jing suddenly stepped forward and sat down right next to Wen Ruan, pointing to the opposite seat and saying sweetly, “Song, you sit across from us. I’m small—I can squeeze in with this big sister just fine.”
“Alright.” Tang Song let out a breath of relief and sat down across from them.
The atmosphere turned weird again.
“Ahem—” Tang Song cleared his throat and said, “Sister Wen Ruan, did you co to Jinxiu Comrce today for sothing specific? Need my help with anything?”
Wen Ruan looked at him, leaned forward slightly, and blinked her alluring, dewy eyes. “Sothing specific? Coming to see you—does that count? It’s been a few days. I’ve missed you.”
That mont of mature charm hit Tang Song like a jolt. He swallowed and nodded, “It counts. I’ve missed you too, Sister Wen Ruan.”
Getting the reaction she wanted, Wen Ruan smiled with satisfaction, then looked over at Xiao Jing to see her response. “And this beautiful girl is? President Tang, aren’t you going to introduce ?”
Just then, Xiao Jing turned to her and extended a hand. “Hi, I’m Tian Jing, the salary supervisor at Jinxiu Comrce.”
Wen Ruan’s eye twitched slightly, a flicker of surprise on her face. “Nice to et you, Supervisor Tian. I’m Wen Ruan from Light and Shadow dia—I’m here for a eting today.”
Xiao Jing’s eyes sparkled. “It’s really nice to et you, Sister Ruan Ruan. If you don’t mind, just call Xiao Jing. I’m also a good friend of Song’s.”
As she spoke, she batted her pretty eyes and smiled warmly.
“Nice to et you too, Xiao Jing.” Wen Ruan exhaled softly, and her gaze toward Xiao Jing shifted.
This wasn’t what she expected at all.
She couldn’t tell if this girl was actually naive or just pretending.
She didn’t seem the slightest bit hostile.
“I’ve heard from the sales departnt that Light and Shadow dia is super professional—one of the top ad sales agencies in all of Yan Province. Sister Ruan Ruan, what do you do at the company?”
Wen Ruan pressed her lips together, her expression softening a little as she replied playfully, “Executive Director and CEO.”
“Whoa!” Xiao Jing’s eyes lit up instantly. “Sister Ruan Ruan, you’re amazing! Not only are you beautiful, you’re so capable. You’re the boss of Light and Shadow dia! Compared to you, I’m really not much.”
Wen Ruan suddenly felt like this little sister wasn’t nearly as bad as Hu Mingli made her out to be.
“You’re too kind. Xiao Jing, you’re also really impressive—and so pretty. Especially your skin—honestly, it makes jealous.”
“Thanks, but that’s just genetics. I’d say your body proportions are absolutely perfect, Sister Ruan Ruan.” Xiao Jing turned slightly toward her. “Have you seen One Piece? You really remind of Nico Robin—mature and sexy.”
“Is that so? Hehe... Xiao Jing, your figure is great too.” Wen Ruan unconsciously uncrossed her legs, blushing a little from the complints.
Across from them, Tang Song watched their back-and-forth with a strange look on his face.
He had originally worried there’d be so tension between Wen Ruan and Xiao Jing, but surprisingly, the vibe was really... harmonious.
Maybe too harmonious?
Mostly because of Xiao Jing—she acted like she didn’t care at all.
Though he didn’t know this rich girl that well, he knew she was smart.
She had to have guessed that there was sothing unusual between him and Wen Ruan.
Could this be the “little weirdo” side of her showing?
Looking at the mature, sexy big sister and the sweet, gentle rich beauty sitting together...
Tang Song’s heart ward up, and his mind began to wander.
As the chat went on, the two won seed to get along even better.
Xiao Jing scooted closer and brushed against Wen Ruan’s abs. “Wow, your V-line abs are so pretty—and super firm.”
She looked thrilled as she spoke.
“Hehe, they’re alright.” Wen Ruan’s eye twitched a little and she subtly shifted backward. She was starting to feel like sothing was a bit off with this little sister.
Sensing the shift in energy, Tang Song quickly chid in and changed the topic, chatting with Wen Ruan about work between Light and Shadow dia and Jinxiu Comrce.
Xiao Jing sat obediently to the side, occasionally joining in, acting close with Wen Ruan while sneakily watching Tang Song’s reactions—like she was thoroughly enjoying this “love triangle ga.”
As ti went on, the dynamic between the three grew increasingly subtle.
Wen Ruan glanced at her watch, stood up, adjusted her clothes, and smiled, “Alright, let’s wrap it up for today. My colleagues should be done by now—I need to head over and regroup.”
"Alright, I’ll walk you out." Tang Song stood up right away and gave Wen Ruan a look.
Wen Ruan pretended not to see it. "No need, President Tang, you go back to your work, I won’t trouble you."
Tang Song stepped forward and stood in front of her. "Walking you out is part of my work."
Wen Ruan looked at the boyfriend she missed so much, then glanced at Xiao Jing, who was sitting there with stars in her eyes, and couldn’t help but smile.
"Really no need, thank you, President Tang." As she spoke, Wen Ruan suddenly opened her arms and hugged Tang Song, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. The warmth of her lips brushed lightly across his skin, leaving a barely-there trace of flirtation.
Especially since Xiao Jing had already teased him earlier in the hallway—he was honestly running out of self-control.
After the quick kiss, Wen Ruan licked her lips and showed a seductive smile. She waved gently at the two of them. "Bye~ You two carry on."
With that, she turned and walked out with a light, relaxed step.
Watching her curvy figure disappear at the door, and recalling that sultry kiss just now, Tang Song’s breathing quickened.
Just then, a sweet fragrance approached.
Xiao Jing stepped in front of him, blinking her big, bright eyes as she looked at him.
Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat, quickly reeling his thoughts back in. His voice ca out a little awkward. "Xiao Jing, should we continue?"
It was his first ti revealing his scummy side in front of her—he couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Xiao Jing’s cheeks turned slightly pink. "I made a mistake, so naturally I have to accept punishnt."
Then she turned around, back facing Tang Song, and hiked up her skirt a little. Her voice trembled. "I’m sorry, Brother Tang Song!"
Tang Song took a deep breath. Seeing the office goddess in front of him breaking the contrast scale—his emotions were fully ignited.
Sotis, he really couldn’t be blad! He seriously wasn’t a perv!
Xiao Jing was just way too interesting!
Afternoon.
Inside the quiet office, a crisp sound echoed.
Xiao Jing bit her finger gently, letting out low whimpers.
Her cool white skin quickly turned flushed and pink.
"By the way, Brother Tang Song, there’s sothing major I didn’t discuss with you before making the decision... please punish for that too."
"What is it?"
"Because I perford really well during training at Smile Holdings, Director Jin noticed and personally transferred to a role at Smile Holdings."
"Oh?" Tang Song froze. "Director Jin..."
"Mhm~ but don’t worry, I’ve just been assigned to the Yan City branch of Tangyi Precision, so I’ll still be staying here." Xiao Jing twisted her hips. "Sumimasen! This was such a big decision, I should’ve asked for your permission first. I’m sorry!"
The sound resud again.
No one knew how long had passed.
Xiao Jing lay back on the sofa, panting rapidly, her cheeks flushed unusually red, squeezing her legs tightly together.
Tang Song patted her head and asked with concern, "Xiao Jing, are you okay? Did it hurt?"
He had gotten a little too into it earlier and hadn’t held back. Xiao Jing’s reactions had also been much more intense than before.
"I-it’s fine... I’m good." Xiao Jing slowly stood up from the sofa. "Brother Tang Song, a new Western restaurant opened nearby—I’ve already booked us a table. Can we go together tonight?"
"Yeah, sounds great." Tang Song couldn’t resist placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
At first, he had only gotten with Xiao Jing because he was tempted by her body—and there was the bonus of her being the forr office goddess.
But after spending so much ti together, he really had grown to like her.
This white rich beauty of his was just too much fun—plus she was so sweet and considerate, never lost her temper, and being with her was easy and enjoyable.
To him, she was honestly the perfect girlfriend.
"Then I’ll go to the restroom real quick, and afterward I’ll wrap up so work." Xiao Jing blinked, her voice gentle with a hint of mischief.
"Alright, go ahead. I’ll wait here in the office."
Xiao Jing bit her lip and looked up into Tang Song’s eyes, flashing a sweet smile.
In a soft, syrupy voice, she whispered, "Brother Tang Song, don’t worry—I won’t hold anything against you about you and Sister Ruan Ruan."
As soon as she finished, she tiptoed and kissed him right where Wen Ruan had kissed earlier.
The gesture was both bold and ambiguous—half a claim of ownership, half a flirty couple mont.
"Byebye~" Xiao Jing waved and skipped out of the office.
Once outside, the sweet smile on her face gradually faded.
She pulled out her phone, opened WeChat, and sent a ssage to her colleague Liu Huihui: "Huihui, our company works with Light and Shadow dia, right? Can you help check out detailed info on their company—and their CEO?"
Putting the phone away, Xiao Jing’s eyes shimred with thought.
Now that she had fallen in love with Tang Song, she had to make sure she had him for good—forever.
To her, Xu Qing wasn’t much of a threat. She didn’t believe Tang Song would dump her for that woman and get married.
That’s why she had no problem playing nice with Qingqing.
But Wen Ruan was different—she had shown up at the company to see Tang Song directly, and even got intimate with him right in front of her.
Plus, given her background, Wen Ruan was already a real threat.
That said, beyond all of that, Xiao Jing actually had a pretty good impression of her.
In so sense, Xiao Jing was a true face-con.
Whether it was her obsession with Tang Song’s hands, her admiration for Director Jin, or her closeness with Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing—it all stemd from this principle.
And Wen Ruan, in her eyes, was a very attractive woman. She really did enjoy getting close with this big sister.
......
8:00 PM. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NoveIＦire
The Bentley Continental slowly pulled into the underground parking lot of Shengyuan Scenic Residence.
After parking the car, Tang Song stepped out holding a bouquet of flowers and made his way into the villa basent.
Right away, he heard the sound of a movie playing inside.
He changed into slippers and walked a few steps inward—Wen Ruan ca into view.
She was sitting in the center of the sofa, legs crossed, surrounded by snacks, her eyes focused on the screen.
Her chestnut-black hair was casually tied into a ponytail, exposing her slender white neck and an alluring side profile.
Under the dim lighting, her features looked soft and captivating, exuding the charm of a mature woman.
"Sister Wen Ruan." Tang Song smiled and held out the bouquet. "These are for you. It must’ve been tough on your business trip to Shenzhen—I missed you so much."
Wen Ruan glanced at him, took the bouquet of blooming tulips, brought them to her nose and sniffed gently. The corners of her mouth lifted into a faint smile. "Thanks."
Wearing sumr loungewear, the big sister's curves were full and soft—her chest prominent, her thighs smooth and firm.
From Tang Song’s angle above her, the whole view radiated mature beauty.
Noticing the heat in his eyes, Wen Ruan’s gaze flickered with mischief.
She carefully placed the tulips on the coffee table, then suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of her.
“? Sister Wen Ruan..." Tang Song hadn’t even reacted when Wen Ruan was already unbuckling his belt.
“Shhh—don’t talk,” Wen Ruan hushed him softly, her tone half-pouting, “I’ve been waiting for you forever, you know.”
Feeling the big sister’s fiery passion, Tang Song’s breathing grew heavier. He placed his hand on her thick, wavy hair and pressed down gently.
The next mont, Wen Ruan lowered her head and began pouring out all the frustrations she endured in Shenzhen.
Tang Song listened to her gentle words, his whole being floating on clouds.
Big sister really knew how to handle things—after getting flowers, not only did she not get mad, she even welcod him in this way.
After a while, an intense burning sensation hit.
“Hsss—!” Tang Song’s eyes flew open as he inhaled sharply, freezing on the spot. “Sister! Don’t tell you just ate spicy sticks?!”
Wen Ruan lifted her head, looking up at him with an innocent expression. Her voice was muffled, “I just had a few packs of Spicy Konjac, the sour and spicy flavor—it’s super tangy. What do you think, Xiao Tang?”
“Holy sh*t!” Tang Song’s face instantly turned green. Completely forgetting his composure, he turned and bolted toward the bathroom.
Behind him ca Wen Ruan’s crisp laughter, along with her teasing voice: “Aiya, why are you running? I’m not done yet!”
After gritting his teeth and scrubbing clean, Tang Song stord back to the dia room.
Staring at Wen Ruan, who was still laughing so hard she nearly fell off the sofa, he clenched his teeth and growled, “Zhuangzhuang, you’re done for! You’d better get ready to ask for leave tomorrow!”
As he spoke, Tang Song lunged at her and flung her top aside.
He still had 7 bottles of [Recovery Potion] in stock. No matter what, tonight he was going to make this big sister cry and apologize!
Wen Ruan raised her brows and tilted her head, feigning innocence: “What if I told you... I’m on my period? How would you handle that, sir?”
“You... you...” Tang Song’s face froze in an instant, and the corner of his eye twitched.
“Hahahahaha—” Wen Ruan clutched her stomach as she burst into laughter, her eyes full of mischief. “Looks like Liu Qingning was right—you really are an idiot.”
Tang Song quickly snapped back, narrowing his eyes, a dangerous smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re dead at. Not even the gods can save you tonight!”
Sensing his murderous aura, Wen Ruan shrank back a little and pretended to plead, “What are you doing? Help! Sobody help!”
“Tang Song, what are you doing? Let go.”
“Wuwuwu—get your claws off !”
“You jerk, nooo!”
Feeling the unique kind of playfulness from the big sister, Tang Song’s emotions heated up. The buff he got from Xiao Xue finally started to kick in.
Down in the basent, Wen Ruan’s cries beca increasingly real.
...
Night in the Magic City, lights blazing brightly.
Neon reflected off the damp asphalt, scattering into a dreamy glow.
A black Bentley slowly pulled up to the roadside, the car door softly opened, and Su Yu, dressed in an erald green gown, gracefully stepped inside.
Her skirt flowed down like water, outlining her tall, elegant figure.
The door gently closed, shutting out the noise and flashes of the outside world.
She casually placed her black clutch studded with rhinestones on the seat beside her, long fingers smoothing out the creases at the front of her dress.
The Bentley’s starlit ceiling cast a gentle glow, making her exposed skin appear luminous and flawless like porcelain.
The car eased back into the night traffic, accompanied by her bodyguards and assistant.
Su Yu leaned back against the seat, the line of her high-bridged nose sharp and elegant, her lips full and pink like cherry blossoms in early spring.
“Sister Yu, during the event, Mr. Mo reached out to you,” her assistant, Zhen Yu, said softly from the front passenger seat, her tone carrying a trace of caution.
Su Yu replied calmly, “What about?”
“It’s about Bei Yuwei. Mr. Mo sent it to your personal WeChat.” Zhen Yu passed the phone over.
Su Yu took the phone, tapped the screen to unlock it, and opened WeChat.
ssages from Mo Xiangwan appeared on the screen.
[Miss Xiangwan: “Bei Yuwei contacted tonight. She was harassed by the producer during the filming and faced unfair competition.”]
[Miss Xiangwan: “Also, she sent a photo. That’s why I felt I had to inform you.”]
[Miss Xiangwan: group photo.jpg]
Su Yu’s gaze lingered on the screen for a mont before tapping on the photo.
Her previously relaxed posture froze instantly.
It was a selfie. In the photo—
Bei Yuwei leaned slightly forward, her lips lightly pressed against Tang Song’s. The two of them looked very close.
Su Yu’s amber eyes narrowed slightly, her lips tightening into a straight line. A faint chill surfaced in her expression.
The car fell into montary silence.
Zhen Yu caught a glimpse of Su Yu’s face through the rearview mirror and tensed up. “Sister Yu, should I contact Mr. Mo to find out more?”
Su Yu didn’t respond right away. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, deep in thought.
After a mont, she put the phone away and said with an indifferent but firm tone, “No need. I’ll handle this myself.”
Zhen Yu nodded and fell silent, though a flash of worry crossed her eyes.
She had followed Su Yu for years—she knew that whenever Su Yu looked this calm, her emotions were anything but.
The Bentley continued gliding through the night, neon lights outside the window flashing by like flowing water.
Suddenly, the long-silent Su Yu spoke, “Tell Bei Yuwei’s current situation.”
Zhen Yu quickly answered, “Bei Yuwei is currently in Wushan City, filming with the crew of Snowy Night, First Fog. She’s playing a supporting role, not much screen ti. Her next lead role Finale is set to start shooting in October...”
Her voice continued, listing the information she had gathered in advance.
Su Yu’s fingertips gently brushed over the photo, murmuring under her breath, “Very well, Bei Yuwei.”
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