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Chapter 1212 - 464: Secretary Jin’s Little Schemes

Author: Selective cutting
updatedAt: 2025-10-30

CHAPTER 1212: CHAPTER 464: SECRETARY JIN’S LITTLE SCHEMES

September 14, 2023, Thursday, sunny, 17~29℃.

The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft halo on the floor of the room.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of red wine, giving off an especially tranquil vibe.

Xue let out a soft hum, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she slowly awoke from her dreams.

Her body felt as if it had been run over, with every part tingling and exhausted.

Lying there for a while, her mind gradually cleared up.

She looked at the time; it was almost 8 o’clock. Tang Song had probably gotten up to go to work.

Immediately, scenes from last night flashed through her mind like a movie.

Xue couldn’t help but bury her face in the pillow, whispering to herself, "Oh no, oh no, this is so embarrassing..."

She had been too excited last night and couldn’t help but use some of the bold moves she learned from the "socialite group" on Tang Song and even said quite a bit of "trash talk."

The result was a total wipeout, and she was a bit dazed by the end, completely at his mercy, trying many new positions she’d never done before, making for a spectacular scene.

Thinking about this, a hint of fear flashed in Xue’s eyes.

Just this once, she felt it was enough for the entire week.

She rubbed her sore and aching body, gasping slightly as she slowly sat up.

She struggled to make her way to the bathroom for a simple freshen-up.

Since her clothes were still in the living room, she had to grab one of Tang Song’s T-shirts from the wardrobe.

Due to her body proportions, her upper body wasn’t long.

As she pulled on the loose T-shirt, it hung down to her thighs, looking particularly alluring.

Xue tidied up her disheveled hair and walked barefoot toward the living room.

As she approached the study door, a lighthearted and warm voice came from inside: "Mm, wishing you a successful launch event. I’m very much looking forward to seeing Qingmi shine in the future."

"Go for it, Qingning darling! I love you, mua~"

"Come on, give me a kiss."

"Hey hey hey, don’t be so cold, we’ve kissed before, haven’t we?"

"You’re no fun like this! Do you believe me if I say I’ll come to Shen City today just to kiss you in person?"

...

"I miss you."

...

Xue quietly stood outside the door, listening to the voice coming from inside, her eyes flickering slightly.

Qingning?

This was a name she had never heard before.

And it was the first time she realized that Tang Song had such a "lively" side.

He seemed just like a regular guy in love.

Due to the past trauma from the Family Trust, Tang Song always had this image of a cold Attractive Man President in her mind.

Even in front of Zhao Yaqian, he was never this relaxed, more like last night—gentle and warm.

Admire him? Of course.

But she was self-aware enough to know that going from a "disastrous start" to becoming his assistant step by step, and having her future life well-arranged by him, was already the best outcome.

"Alright then, it’s time for you to go to work too. Bye-bye."

"Oh, I forgot to say, you look beautiful today, haha."

Hearing the voice inside, Xue quickly stepped away from the study door.

When she arrived in the living room, her expression was slightly dazed.

The dress, bra, and panties scattered around last night were all gone, leaving only a pair of slippers.

The map they drew on the floor had been cleaned up too.

After a quick search with no success, Xue was about to head back to the bedroom.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from behind.

Then, Tang Song’s voice followed: "Awake?"

"Mm." Xue quickly turned around, a faint blush rising on her face, "I came to get my clothes."

Tang Song stepped forward, gently wrapped his arms around her waist, and chuckled, "I had the Chanel dress sent to the laundry by the property management. It should be delivered by 9. Your underwear is in the laundry room, already washed and dried."

Upon hearing this, Xue’s throat bobbed, her eyes widening in surprise, instantly moved to tears.

This treatment... oh my goodness!

If she weren’t in "Absolute Sage Time" right now, and if she weren’t in pain below, she would definitely have insisted on a friendly match.

She licked her lips, stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, and kissed him on the lips, "Thank you."

Tang Song gave her a light pat on her bottom and said, "There’s breakfast in the dining room. Go eat."

"Mm." Xue nodded, following him to the dining room.

On the wooden long table, there was milk, fresh fruit salad, and golden croissants.

While eating, Xue secretly observed Tang Song.

He was wearing a simple white shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing his firm forearms.

The morning sunlight streamed across his profile, outlining his well-defined features, making him look extraordinarily charming.

To her now, Tang Song was the most charming man in the world, without any flaw.

After replying to a few messages on his phone, Tang Song suddenly asked, "By the way, Xue, what’s your education level now?"

"Cough, cough, cough—" Xue choked on her milk.

"Sorry, sorry."

Xue hurriedly wiped it with a napkin, her eyes avoiding his gaze.

Faced with this most embarrassing topic, she instinctively wanted to lie, but the thought only flashed for a moment.

After all, Tang Song already knew everything about her, and he even mentioned last night that he wanted to help her secure a master’s program admission in a prestigious university.

She bit her lip and softly said, "I... I got my associate degree in [Flight attendant] from Yan City Vocational Technical College, then took self-study classes to take the exam for a business administration degree from Yan City University of Economics and Trade. I got my diploma this July, it can be verified on the educational background network."

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