At 4 PM, Tang Song drove to Yunxi Tower.

The company was bustling with activity.

From 7 PM to 10 PM tonight, they would officially begin their second live stream.

After helping his colleagues for a while, Tang Song took Gao Mengting to the general manager's office.

He discussed the details he had agreed upon with Qi Wen regarding Jinxiu Commerce.

With his executive status and the friendship with Xiao Jing, everything was proceeding smoothly.

The supply prices were very low, cheaper than if they had negotiated directly with the factory, and they would also receive the highest rebate percentage.

"There’s definitely no problem on the channel side; a sales representative will come tomorrow to sign the contract with us," Tang Song said, lightly patting the shoulder of his pleasing partner beside him. "Next, it’s up to product selection; this part I’m not too familiar with, so I’ll rely on you."

Gao Mengting nodded with a smile, beginning to softly express her thoughts.

Since the development of the live stream room was progressing much faster than she had imagined, some of the original plans had been disrupted.

For instance, her stock worth 350,000 yuan was initially expected to last a long time, but now it could sell out in just two more sessions.

She had already contacted her previous suppliers to reorder a batch of summer clothing.

Initially, they would mainly focus on clearing out the remaining stock based on the profile of the live stream's fans and sales data to assess demand and determine which items needed to be procured.

The two sat on the sofa in the office lounge, chatting and laughing, and before they knew it, it was already past 6 PM.

“Knock, knock, knock—” A sudden knock sounded at the door.

“Come in.”

Then He Liting’s head peeked in.

Seeing the two bosses sitting together, she paused and said softly, "CEO Tang, CEO Gao, the ordered food has arrived."

After speaking, she gently closed the door.

The two continued to chat about product selection and procurement.

Suddenly, Tang Song’s phone on the desk rang.

"Then I’ll go eat first," Gao Mengting said, waving goodbye as she pushed the door open to leave.

Tang Song picked up his phone to check, and a smile appeared on his face.

It was Zhao Yaqian.

This busy beauty therapist friend rarely called him, especially at this time.

He answered the call, "Hello, Qianqian."

On the other end, the beauty therapist’s cheerful voice quickly rang out, "Song Ge, I’m on the day shift today, and I can get off work at 7 PM. Um... can you come pick me up?"

Tang Song looked at his wristwatch and chuckled, "Of course, at 7 PM, we won't miss each other."

He wouldn’t refuse his girlfriend’s little request.

"Okay, we won’t miss each other."

After hanging up, Tang Song tidied up a few things and went to the large conference room to say goodbye to his colleagues.

, darling."

Zhao Yaqian’s face turned red, quickly following him out of the car.

In the aged corridor, Zhao Yaqian stomped her foot hard, triggering the motion-sensor light.

The two quietly walked down the narrow corridor, the atmosphere becoming increasingly intimate.

Arriving at the door of 402, Zhao Yaqian opened her bag and pulled out her key. Due to some nervousness, she struggled a few times before successfully inserting it into the lock and opening the door.

With a "bang!" the door slammed shut.

Zhao Yaqian changed her shoes and led him into the living room.

Looking at the clean and tidy room, she cheerfully said, "Song Ge, my room is the one on the north side. Make yourself comfortable; I’ll get you some water."

Tang Song grasped her arm and sincerely said, "No need, Qianqian. Let’s check out your room first; I’m quite curious."

Zhao Yaqian nodded and pushed open her room door, calling out, "Ta-da——"

"Isn’t it tidy? I pay great attention to personal hygiene; I always fold my clothes and blankets neatly." Zhao Yaqian tried her best to create a good impression on her boyfriend, speaking with a steady heart while telling a little white lie.

In the less than 10 square meter small bedroom, aside from the bed, there was a dressing table with many neatly arranged bottles and jars, and various posters and decorations stuck to the walls.

Tang Song closed the door and casually locked it.

Hearing the sound, Zhao Yaqian trembled slightly, her face instantly turning red.

Yet she still boldly raised her head and even actively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Soon, the beautiful white dress fell to the floor.

Tang Song faced the fiery youthfulness of the beauty therapist.

In the small room, the temperature was rapidly rising.

Zhao Yaqian bit her moist, plump lips and whispered, "Song Ge, can we do it like last time?"

Tang Song felt a rush of heat and leaned in to whisper a few words in her ear.

Zhao Yaqian gasped, her voice trembling, "Oh… then… I’ll give it a try."