Friday, September 22, 2023. Cloudy. 19~28°C.
Beicheng Garden Residential Complex.
A cool morning breeze swept in, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees.
After completing an 8-kiloter jog along the path surrounding the complex, Tang Song headed straight to the central activity area for a quick core workout.
He sat on a stone bench and chatted with Liu Qingning for a while.
Then, Tang Song made his way toward Building 4.
He took the elevator up to the 12th floor, gripped the doorknob, pulled the door open, and stepped inside.
"Back already?" A voice with a magnetic tone called out from the living room.
Tang Song turned and saw Shen Yuyan working out on the elliptical machine.
Her body rose and fell with the rhythm of the equipnt. A fine layer of sweat beaded across her forehead, sparkling in the morning light.
The dark workout clothes hugged her sexy curves—full chest, faintly visible V-line abs, and long slender legs—making it hard to look away.
Seeing Shen the School Belle like this so early in the morning, paired with the borderline seductive photos she'd posted before, left the already energetic Tang Song burning with heat inside.
Noticing his gaze, Shen Yuyan gradually slowed her movents and jumped off the elliptical, a shy flush blooming on her face.
She playfully scolded, "Why are you staring at like that? So rude, you know!"
Tang Song slipped on his slippers and said casually, "Can't help it. You're just too eye-catching, School Belle Shen. And wearing sothing so sexy? This is on you."
"I'll take that as a complint then," Shen Yuyan giggled, covering her mouth. "Oh right, I made so pork and preserved egg congee. It'll be ready soon. Anything else you want for breakfast?"
"I'm good with anything, not picky. You decide."
Shen Yuyan reached up to wipe the sweat from her forehead, the motion effortless yet laced with a flirty vibe. "Oh, I almost forgot—I bought a few toiletries for guys. Razor, face wash, stuff like that. Left them in the bathroom."
Tang Song raised his brows. "Thanks, Yuyan. That’s thoughtful of you."
"No biggie. Just take out for a al soti, haha."
"Deal." Tang Song smiled, then lowered his voice. "You know, Qingqing doesn’t really seem to care about . I’ve co over so many tis, and she’s never offered to set up with anything. But you, Yuyan... you kinda feel more like the girlfriend."
Shen Yuyan froze for a second, then widened her eyes in mock outrage. "Hey hey hey, what nonsense are you spouting? That kind of joke’s not funny, okay? Qingqing’s just like that—she actually does care about you. Didn't she buy you a ton of snacks and fruit?"
As she spoke, she gave his chest a playful slap, pretending to be annoyed.
The solid warmth of his muscles, still damp with sweat, made her heart skip a beat.
Looking at her rising and falling chest, Tang Song felt a strong urge to give it a little pat himself. He chuckled, "She just bought stuff she likes. Anyway, I’m gonna take a shower. I’m drenched—feels gross."
"Go ahead, go ahead. I’ll get started on the food."
Watching him disappear into the bathroom, Shen Yuyan reached up to touch her burning cheeks.
Just now, when Tang Song said "girlfriend," she almost blurted sothing out.
She let out a long sigh, a strange feeling rising inside her.
Last night, she had worked overti until almost 10. When she got back to Beicheng Garden and saw Xu Qing’s shoes, she realized he was here.
Too bad both of them were already asleep by then, so she didn’t get to talk to him.
This morning, she even set her alarm early at 6:00 AM, hoping to join him for his jog.
But when she saw Tang Song practically sprinting from the balcony, she gave up that idea real quick.
Gotta admit, the guy’s physical stamina is insane. No wonder Qingqing gets a little scared whenever she brings up anything... in bed.
Shaking her head, Shen Yuyan headed into the kitchen to start cooking.
By the ti Tang Song had showered and changed into fresh clothes, a beautifully arranged breakfast was already set on the table.
Pork and preserved egg congee, boiled corn, egg pancakes, smashed cucumber salad, pickled veggies… Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel✶fire
"Co, try it." Shen Yuyan gently placed a spoon into his bowl and said softly, "I’ve been so busy with work these past couple of years, barely had ti to cook. If it’s not good, you’re not allowed to complain!"
"How could I? This is a al made by the School Belle herself. If our old classmates found out, they’d probably co after ."
That made Shen Yuyan beam with joy. "You’re gonna make blush!"
Tang Song chatted with her as he took a sip of the congee under her expectant gaze.
The soft rice grains, tender pork slices, and bouncy century egg pieces danced across his tongue—delicious, even better than what he usually had at restaurants.
Then he took a bite of the pancake—golden, crispy outside, tender inside, absolutely amazing.
After trying a bit of everything, Tang Song gave a sincere thumbs-up. "Didn’t know you were such a good cook. I’m seriously impressed."
A playful smile appeared on Shen Yuyan’s face. "It’s just breakfast—I’ve got that down. You probably didn’t know, but my family actually runs a breakfast shop. It’s in my blood, I guess."
"Oh really?" Tang Song asked curiously. "That’s the first I’ve heard. So... can you make spicy pepper soup?"
Both Xu Qing and Shen Yuyan were from Luocheng in Yu Province, and that dish was kind of a local specialty.
Shen Yuyan took a bite of cucumber. "Of course! It’s my signature dish. Wanna try it? Co over this weekend and I’ll make it for you."
She was the crafty and capable type. Having learned since she was young, her cooking was no joke.
But up until now, no one had been worth spending that much ti and effort on. Tang Song was the first.
"That’s a sha. I’ve got a company team-building trip to Wushan this weekend—train’s this afternoon."
"Oh… alright then. Maybe another ti." A flicker of disappointnt crossed Shen Yuyan’s eyes.
Her job kept her so busy that weekends were her only free ti, and yet she’d struck out multiple tis trying to schedule sothing with Tang Song. She just wanted a good, open chat with him.
During breakfast, Shen Yuyan kept finding topics to talk about, trying to avoid awkward silences.
Sotis she’d bring up fun stories from college events; other tis she’d share recent work updates.
Her tone was light and playful, and her voice pleasant and easy on the ears.
Tang Song listened while admiring her beauty—his mood lifted, and his appetite blood.
Putting aside "bug-level" beauties like Su Yu and Secretary Jin, when it ca to looks alone, Shen Yuyan was easily in the top tier of the people he knew.
She had a textbook School Belle face—delicate features, elegant brows, like a painting. Her figure was tall and perfectly proportioned.
Her hair was thick and jet-black, her skin flawless and fair, almost glowing with a healthy sheen—like it would burst if you touched it.
She had both the youthful energy of a campus girl and the poise and confidence shaped by the workplace. This contradiction gave her a uniquely powerful charm.
With looks like hers, plus her talent and character, she was definitely destined for great things.
After breakfast, Shen Yuyan gracefully got up to clean the table.
When she picked up Tang Song’s chopsticks, she "accidentally" dropped them under the table.
She let out a soft "oops" and bent down to retrieve them.
Her full hips gently lifted, perfectly framing her narrow waist and straight back into a breathtaking silhouette—right in full view of Tang Song.
A few seconds later, Shen Yuyan erged from under the table, her left hand casually resting on Tang Song’s thigh as she rose slowly.
The not-quite-there, not-quite-not flirtation made Tang Song’s heartbeat quicken.
He watched her alluring figure sway back into the kitchen.
Tang Song took a deep breath and headed toward the guest bedroom.
Since it was Shen Yuyan who lit the fire, then her bestie would just have to pay the price.
He pushed open the door, walked to the bed, and gently brushed his fingers along the waist of the still-sleeping Xu Qing.
“Ting~” In her sleep, Xu Qing wriggled her little butt and mumbled, “What are you doing~”
Smack — Tang Song gave her a light pat, the sound crisp and clear in the quiet bedroom.
“Qingqing, it’s already past 7.”
Xu Qing half-opened her sleepy eyes, pouted, and spoke in a soft, drowsy voice, “You little b*stard Songzi, hitting my butt again—go kneel on a keyboard! And type out a 10,000-word apology with your knees!”
Still caught between sleep and waking, she sounded like she was dreaming, even drooling a bit from the corner of her mouth.
Hearing her outrageous protest, Tang Song pinched her lips.
Xu Qing instinctively opened her soft pink lips and bit his finger lightly with her pearly white teeth, mumbling, “Fried chicken... yummy fried chicken...”
Pfft— Tang Song couldn’t hold back his laughter and slipped his finger inside.
Xu Qing smacked her lips, as if sothing felt off, and slowly opened her eyes wide.
Seeing Tang Song in front of her, she instinctively recoiled, pushing his finger away with her tongue. “What are you doing! That’s gross, get away!”
Tang Song firmly grabbed the basketball behind her. “Qingqing, didn’t you say you wanted fried chicken? You can have it now.”
“Ow…” Xu Qing twisted her hips, sniffed, and frowned. “You liar, I don’t sll any fried chicken! And fried food in the morning isn’t healthy—it’ll make gain weight.”
Tang Song bent down and whispered sothing into her ear.
Xu Qing’s dark eyes suddenly widened. Her face turned beet red, and she shoved him away, shaking her head hard. “What kind of dirty thoughts are you having?! I’m not doing that!”
“Co on, Qingqing. Be good.” Tang Song’s hand slipped in.
Xu Qing let out a yelp and rolled dramatically to the far side of the bed, covering her face. “No! No! I’m not doing it!”
Does Xu Qing the Heiress have no sha?!
Besides, she had written racy stories before—her mind instantly conjured up all kinds of explicit scenes.
Right now, playing ball with Tang Song was basically a one-sided beatdown.
Once she couldn’t keep up, she’d flop down, throw in so pitiful acting, and beg for rcy.
After a few rounds of tornt, Tang Song would let her off.
But if she ever actually gave in to Songzi and unlocked so new positions, she might end up having to eat all sorts of weird things going forward.
Absolutely not happening!
Tang Song leaned in, inhaling the sweet scent of her body, and lowered his voice. “Really don’t want to?”
Xu Qing shivered and shook her head hard. “Nope!”
“Alright then, I won’t force you. If you’re not into it, we’ll leave it.”
Xu Qing peeked out from behind her hands. “Really?”
“Mm.” Tang Song nodded and climbed onto the bed.
Xu Qing’s heart skipped a beat. “Wait, what are you—”
Tang Song replied matter-of-factly, “Playing ball, of course.”
“I… I… I can’t...”
Tang Song pinned her underneath. “You’re my girlfriend. Why not?”
Xu Qing panicked imdiately.
“Hey! Use your words—don’t pull down my pants!”
“Ah! No, no, no! I won’t be able to take it!”
“Ugh, you jerk!”
Her voice held a touch of sobbing, but there was also a trace of shy delight.
(>p
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