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The two of them chatted harmoniously for a long time.

On the surface, Liu Qingning had a sweet smile and clear eyes, but her heart gradually sank.

She finally confirmed that Wen Ruan definitely knew everything about Su Yu and Tang Song.

No wonder she was so willing to stay by Tang Song’s side, and no wonder she could take the initiative to get along with her so generously.

Liu Qingning’s gaze dropped briefly, and when she lifted it again, the complex emotions in her eyes had all disappeared, returning to their usual clarity.

She smiled as she stood up and invited, "Sitting and chatting is a bit boring. I have a professional karaoke room here, with studio-level equipment. Shall we go have some fun?"

"Sure!" Wen Ruan stood up cheerfully.

The two of them had a great time in the spacious karaoke room, singing from classic old songs to popular hits.

It was close to six in the evening.

The housekeeper, Aunt Mei, had prepared a sumptuous dinner and knocked to remind them.

The two of them went to the bathroom for a quick wash.

Standing in front of the large mirror at the sink.

Liu Qingning looked at Wen Ruan in the mirror and suddenly said, "Wen Ruan, if you don’t have anything urgent in Yang City, why don’t you stay over at my place tonight? We can watch a movie in the home theater room this evening."

Wen Ruan was slightly startled, then nodded immediately, "Sure, I’d be honored."

This was a significant breakthrough in their relationship, and she was genuinely happy about it.

Liu Qingning smiled and continued, "Also, with the upcoming collaboration for Xuanji Light Realm, I actually feel quite nervous since this is the first time I am solely responsible for such a major project. I’ve heard that I might meet Su Yu then. Wen Ruan, you have to help me! That superstar must have a formidable presence, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to handle it."

Her words were natural and sincere, with a touch of appropriate vulnerability.

Wen Ruan’s eyes twitched, as if she understood something, and her gaze toward Liu Qingning changed instantly.

...

Sunday, November 5, 2023, cloudy turning to light rain, 22~29°C.

A little past six in the morning, the sky was not yet bright.

Four Seasons Hotel Gym.

The high-intensity workout made Tang Song’s body emit rolling heat.

Sweat had long soaked through the black training suit, clinging tightly to his well-defined muscles, glistening under the light.

"Huff—huff—"

After finishing today’s exercise.

Tang Song, gasping for breath, returned to the suite and picked up his phone to check.

There were already several unread messages on the screen.

One was just sent by Wen Ruan.

In the photo, she and Liu Qingning, dressed in sportswear, made peace signs in front of the camera in the morning mist of Shen City Bay.

Another was the persistent weather forecast and morning greeting from the junior schoolmate, Yao Lingling.

Tang Song replied to both with an emoji, opened the photo sent by the big sister, and carefully observed the differences between the two "big E’s".

He felt a surge of excitement and vigor for the day.

"Buzz—buzz—" the phone vibrated.

[Lingling: "Boss! My first work, that jacket, is going to be officially on sale in the preheat event for Single’s Day next week! I’m so nervous! (>﹏

With only six days until Single’s Day, Tang Song was full of anticipation, as it also related to his Growth Plan Task.

He encouraged Lingling with a few words, put away his phone, and stepped into the bathroom.

He took a quick shower, walked into the walk-in closet, changed into comfortable casual wear, and went downstairs briskly.

The car weaved through the streets of Yang City on a weekend morning.

The breakfast stalls emitted rolling steam, the tea houses had carefree elders, and men and women biked along the riverside greenway...

Tang Song’s eyes unwittingly glazed over, taking in the scenes of life and texture outside the window.

Spending time with Zhang Yan these past two days had given him a sense of heart-fluttering excitement.

The unrefined purity in his junior high school desk mate, along with the gentleness hidden beneath her timidness and low self-esteem,

were like pebbles tossed into the lake of his heart, creating ripples upon ripples.

Unknowingly, the black Rolls Royce stopped outside the gate of an old community.

The sight of Tang Song stepping out of the car made some passing young ladies and wives’ eyes light up instantly.

Tang Song calmly walked through the community gate, turned a familiar corner.

In the distance, he saw a familiar figure standing at the intersection leading to Building 4.

As if she saw him from afar, she instinctively moved closer to the wall, lowered her head, pretending to look at her toes.

Tang Song’s lips curled into a slight smile, picking up his pace and eventually running, quickly arriving in front of her.

"Good morning, Zhang Yan."

Zhang Yan raised her head, still shy but more natural than yesterday, "Good morning, Tang Song."

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Not yet."

"Let’s go to the place you mentioned yesterday for the best boat congee."

"The east gate route is closer," Zhang Yan subconsciously wiped her hands on her pants, her eyes looking down.

Quickly, that familiar, heart-skipping feeling returned.

Her hand was held by that warm, large hand.

Amid the drumming heartbeat, she summoned the courage to look up at Tang Song’s side profile in the morning light.

After a steaming, delicious breakfast, the two headed back to Suite 602.

Tang Song pulled the third volume of "The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Tournament Begins!" off the shelf.

Holding an orange, he gestured for Zhang Yan to sit on the two small wooden stools on the balcony.

The walls of the balcony, painted yesterday, were now clean and tidy, making the whole space appear much brighter.