CHAPTER 1258: CHAPTER 475: KONJAC SNACK_3

"Then I’ll go to the restroom first, and handle some work later." Jing blinked, her tone gentle yet playful.

"Alright, go ahead, I’ll wait for you in the office."

Jing bit her lip, looked up into Tang Song’s eyes, and showed a sweet smile on her face.

In a soft and tender whisper, she said, "Brother Tang Song, don’t worry, I won’t mind about you and Sister Wen Ruan."

As soon as she finished speaking, she tiptoed slightly and kissed the spot where Wen Ruan had just kissed.

This action was both bold and ambiguous, as if declaring sovereignty, yet like a little romantic play between couples.

"Bye-bye~" Jing waved her hand and walked out with a light step.

After stepping out of the office, the sweet smile on Jing’s face gradually faded.

She took out her phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to her colleague Liu Huihui: "Huihui, our company has a partnership with Light and Shadow Media, right? Could you help me check the detailed information about their company and their CEO?"

Putting away her phone, a thoughtful look flashed in Jing’s eyes.

Since she had already fallen in love with Tang Song, she was determined to have him forever and be with him.

For her, Xu Qing doesn’t pose much of a threat; she didn’t think Tang Song would give up on her and marry someone else in the future.

That’s why she’s happy to play with Qingqing.

But Wen Ruan is different; not only did she come to the company to see Tang Song, but she also made intimate gestures in front of her.

Plus, given her identity, she was already quite a threat to Jing.

Of course, aside from these aspects, Jing had a very good impression of Wen Ruan.

In a certain sense, Jing is truly captivated by appearances.

Whether it was her obsession with Tang Song’s hands, admiration for Chairman Jin, or closeness with Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing, it all stemmed from this principle.

In her eyes, Wen Ruan was a very charming girl, and she also enjoyed getting close to this big sister.

...

PM.

The Bentley Continental slowly drove into the underground parking lot of Shengyuan Good Place.

After parking the car, Tang Song stepped into the villa’s basement with a bouquet of flowers in his arms.

Soon, he heard the sound of a movie playing from inside.

Changing into slippers, he took a few steps inside and Wen Ruan’s figure came into view.

She was sitting in the center of the sofa, her legs crossed, with a pile of snacks beside her as she focused on the screen.

Her brown-black long hair was casually tied into a ponytail, revealing a slender white neck and an enchanting side profile.

In the dim light, her contours were soft and captivating, exuding the unique charm of a mature woman.

"Sister Wen Ruan," Tang Song called out with a smile, handing the flowers in front of her, "This is for you. You worked hard on your business trip to Shen City, I really missed you."

Wen Ruan glanced at him, took the bouquet of blooming tulips, sniffed it lightly near her nose, and her lips curled into a faint smile: "Thank you."

Wearing her summer loungewear, the big sister had a prominent chest and full, supple thighs.

From Tang Song’s top-down angle, she was filled with a rich mature aura.

Noticing his intense gaze, Wen Ruan’s eyes flashed with a sly smile.

Carefully placing the tulips on the coffee table, she suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of her.

"Hey? Sister Wen Ruan..." Tang Song hadn’t reacted yet, and Wen Ruan had already started untying his belt.

"Shh—don’t talk," Wen Ruan whispered, her tone carrying a coquettish hint, "I’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

Feeling the big sister’s fiery passion, Tang Song’s breathing grew rapid, and he gently placed his hand on her thick hair, applying slight pressure.

Soon, Wen Ruan’s head lowered, starting to share with him the challenges she faced in Shen City.

Listening to her soft words, Tang Song felt euphoric.

The big sister was so understanding and considerate; after receiving the flowers, not only was she not angry, but she also welcomed him in such a special way.

After a while, a fiery sensation came over him.

"Hiss—!" Tang Song’s eyes widened suddenly, gasping in surprise, his whole body tensed up, "I say, big sister! You didn’t just eat spicy strips, did you?"

Wen Ruan lifted her head, looking at him innocently, and said, her voice muffled, "I just had a few packs of spicy konjac snacks, the sour and spicy flavor, it’s particularly intense, how do you feel? Little Tang?"

"Damn!" Tang Song’s face turned green immediately, not caring for any grace, he turned and bolted towards the bathroom.

Behind him came Wen Ruan’s clear laughter, accompanied by her teasing words: "Oh dear, why are you running? I’m not done yet."

After thoroughly rinsing, Tang Song stormed back to the audio-visual area, fuming.

Staring at Wen Ruan, who was still on the sofa laughing with amusement, he gritted his teeth and said, "Zhuangzhuang, you’re finished! Get ready to take a day off tomorrow!"

Saying this, Tang Song lunged forward, throwing her top away.

Currently, he still had 7 bottles of [Recovery Potion], no matter what, he was determined to make the big sister cry and apologize tonight!

Wen Ruan raised her eyebrow, tilting her head innocently: "What if I told you I’m on my period, how would you handle that, sir?"

"Uh... you..." Tang Song’s expression froze suddenly, and his eye twitched.

"Hahaha—" Wen Ruan clutched her stomach, laughing heartily, her eyes full of mischief, "Just like Liu Qingning said, you really are a fool."

Tang Song quickly reacted, squinting his eyes, and his lips curled into a dangerous smile, "You’re completely done for! Not even gods can save you tonight!"

Sensing his murderous aura, Wen Ruan shrunk back, pretending to be pitiful: "What do you want to do, help, help!"

"Tang Song, what are you doing? Let go of me."

"Wuu wuu wuu—take your paw away!"

"Ugh, no, don’t!"

Feeling the unique little charm of the big sister, Tang Song’s emotions were gradually rising, and the buff he obtained from Xue began to explode.

In the basement, Wen Ruan’s shouts became increasingly realistic.

...

The night in Shanghai was illuminated brilliantly.

Neon lights reflected off the damp asphalt, casting a mesmerizing glow.

A black Bentley slowly pulled over by the roadside, the car door gently opened, and Su Yu, wearing a dark green gown, elegantly sat inside.

The hem of her dress flowed like water, outlining her slender and graceful figure.

The car door closed softly, isolating the sounds and spotlight chases of the bustling outside world.

She casually placed a black clutch embedded with tiny diamonds on the seat, her slender fingers gently smoothing the front wrinkles.

The starlit roof lights showered down, making her bare skin glow translucently like congealed fat.

The Bentley slowly started moving, accompanied by bodyguards and an assistant, merging into the night traffic.

Su Yu leaned back against the seat, her tall nose forming a crisp and elegant line, lips like cherry blossom petals blooming in early spring, full and tender.

"Sister Yu, during the event, President Mo contacted you," Zhen Yu, sitting in the front passenger seat, spoke softly, with a hint of caution in her tone.

Su Yu replied calmly, "About what?"

"It’s about Bei Yuwei, President Mo sent it directly to your private WeChat," Zhen Yu passed the phone over.

Su Yu took the phone, lightly touched the screen with her fingertip, unlocked it, and opened WeChat.

Mo Xiangwan’s messages appeared before her.

[Sister Xiangwan: "Bei Yuwei contacted me tonight, she was harassed by the producer and faced unfair competition during the film shooting."]

[Sister Xiangwan: "Also, she sent me a photo, which is why I felt it necessary to inform you."]

[Sister Xiangwan: Group photo.jpg]

Su Yu gazed at the screen for a moment and then clicked on the photo.

Her previously lazy posture instantly stiffened.

This was a selfie, showing Bei Yuwei’s body slightly leaning forward, her lips lightly touching Tang Song’s, their postures appearing exceptionally intimate.

Su Yu’s amber eyes narrowed slightly, her lipline tightened into a straight line, and her expression carried a faint chill.

The car interior fell into a brief silence.

Zhen Yu glanced at Su Yu’s expression from the rearview mirror, her heart tightened, "Sister Yu, do you need me to contact President Mo for more details?"

Su Yu didn’t answer immediately, her gaze still resting on the phone screen as if pondering something.

After a moment, she put away the phone, her tone calm but indisputable, "No need, I will handle this personally."

Zhen Yu nodded in acknowledgement, closing her mouth, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.

Having followed Su Yu for years, she knew that Su Yu’s mood at this moment was far from as calm as it appeared.

The Bentley continued to glide through the night, the neon lights outside the window streaming by like flowing water.

Suddenly, the silent Su Yu spoke, "Tell me about Bei Yuwei’s current situation."

Zhen Yu hurriedly replied, "Bei Yuwei is currently in Wu Mountain, with the crew of the film ’Snowy Night’. She’s a supporting actress with not many scenes, and her next starring role, ’End of Song’, is set to start shooting in October..."

Her voice continued, detailing all the information she had gathered beforehand.

Su Yu’s fingertips gently brushed over that photo, murmuring softly, "Very good, Bei Yuwei."