Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel.

In the midday tea room, the aroma of food mingled with the rich scent of coffee.

Yao Lingling sat by the window, eating her healthy fat-reducing meal while enthusiastically sharing recent gossip with Cheng Qiuqiu sitting opposite her.

Cheng Qiuqiu responded softly, her cool and pretty face showing little expression.

After a while, she finally couldn’t hold back and asked, “Lingling, is President Tang coming back to Yancheng today?”

“Yeah!” Yao Lingling nodded vigorously, her eyes instantly brightening, “He told me this morning that he’d arrive in Yancheng at noon, but when exactly he’ll come to the company is uncertain.”

“Will President Tang come to the company today then?”

Yao Lingling looked at Qiuqiu with a playful smile, “You’ll have to ask our President Tang yourself;

I really don’t know. By the way, you’re dressed so beautifully today—could it be because he’s coming back?”

“Ah!” Cheng Qiuqiu let out a low breath, hastily waving her hand, “No, today… today is the debut of our company’s HEYISTUDIO brand, so I just dressed a bit more formally.”

“Alright then, hehe.” Yao Lingling smiled silently, lowering her gaze to the few shredded chicken breasts in her bowl.

The network was unstable, refreshing to retry.

Actually, she was very clear about her cold and aloof friend’s little thoughts.

Recently, Qiuqiu would occasionally ask her about when their senior would return.

Today, she even put on full makeup and changed into a very figure-flattering outfit.

It was like the intentions of Sima Zhao—obvious to everyone.

Of course, the reason Yao Lingling could treat this “competitor” so casually was simply because she had been struck down by countless other “immortals” too many times.

Not to mention Lin Muxue and Sister Wen Ruan, just the company’s regularly encountered Executive Vice President Gao Mengting alone could be enough to hang her out to dry.

By comparison, this cool and introverted designer Qiuqiu seemed far less aggressive.

Then she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Qiuqiu’s magnificent and full D-cup breasts. She had to admit, it was truly sexy.

Those were genuine, not like herself, who had to rely on “padding” just to keep up appearances.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling poked her fake chest with the end of her chopsticks, feeling a bit downhearted.

Looking at it this way, she seemed like the worst among them.

After finishing lunch, she returned to her workstation.

Staring at the countdown timer continuously flashing on her computer screen,

Yao Lingling’s heart, which had been relatively calm, began to speed up uncontrollably.

At 7 PM tonight, He Yiyi’s live stream room,

The first batch of five products from the HEYISTUDIO brand would officially launch for sale.

And the jacket she designed wasn’t one of those seven products’ absolute main features but would appear as the grand finale during prime time.

This was her first work at Songmei Apparel, and also the first time as an independent designer that her name was printed on the tag.

It was a crucial moment that reflected all her value.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling grew restless, twisting and turning in her chair;

her ample hips were squeezed into a plump curve by the seat.

Just after two in the afternoon,

Yao Lingling finished using the restroom and walked over to Qiuqiu’s workstation, bending down to whisper, “Qiuqiu, I’m going downstairs to buy a milk tea. Want to come?”

For fitness and shaping, she hadn’t touched any milk tea, this “source of happiness,” for two or three months now.

She had been craving it badly for a while.

At such an important moment today, she felt she urgently needed a full-sugar, iced milk tea to stimulate her dopamine.

To relieve the tension in her heart that was almost about to overflow.

“No, I’m full from my medium beef.” Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, her focus still locked on the computer screen.

She was making the final pixel-level detail optimizations on the poster she had just finished designing.

“All right, I’m off then, bye!” Yao Lingling made an OK gesture and left the office cheerfully.

She took the elevator straight to the first floor.

After buying her drink at the open beverage shop downstairs,

She sat in a corner chair, contentedly sipping a few mouthfuls of her favorite brown sugar bubble milk tea.

That sweet, rich happiness slightly relaxed her tense nerves.

Checking the time,

She stood up and swiped her card to enter the elevator lobby.

At this hour, the elevator lobby was sparsely populated, appearing especially empty and quiet.

While waiting for the elevator,

Yao Lingling chewed on the chewy pearls, her thoughts running wild.

The reason for her nervousness was that the answer would be revealed tonight.

If the GMV (Gross Merchandise Volume) of the jacket she designed could break four million in a single event,

She would have a chance to get President Tang to fulfill one of her wishes.

Just thinking about that wish made her cheeks uncontrollably flush.

Jacket! You absolutely must help me shine!

Just as she was lost in daydreams,

“Ding—”

The elevator doors slowly slid open to both sides in front of her.

Yao Lingling held her milk tea, lowered her head, and stepped inside.

The elevator doors closed slowly.

Faintly, a figure approached and stood behind her.

Yao Lingling even felt the person’s gaze sizing up her large hips.

She immediately became alert, shifting to the side and pressing her hips against the cold elevator wall.

Since she began showing off her pear-shaped figure, in some places she would always face ill-intentioned gazes and harassment, developing a habit of self-protection.

Then, her nostrils twitched lightly.

A familiar scent entered her nose.

Yao Lingling’s heart suddenly jumped, almost reflexively raising her head.

The next second, a handsome smiling face unexpectedly appeared in her line of sight, making her heartbeat skip a beat.

“Se... Senior... no, President Tang! You, you’re back!”

“Just got off the plane and came straight here. Long time no see, beautiful Lingling.”

Tang Song affectionately patted the junior’s head, his smile clear and warm.

Chatting with this lively and generous junior always easily lifted his spirits.

Yao Lingling blushed, but her gaze remained sparklingly bright as she looked at the senior in front of her.

Not seeing him for half a month, it felt like he had become even more handsome.

His dark gray, crisp suit perfectly outlined his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

He exuded an unignorable, powerful aura and charm.

It made her heart itch uncontrollably.

No doubt, Senior Tang’s good looks were simply irresistible!

Seeing her unabashedly lovestruck expression, Tang Song snapped his fingers crisply,

grinning mischievously, “What are you looking at? Keep staring like that and I’ll start charging fees.”

Yao Lingling stuck out her tongue shyly but quickly puffed out her little chest and playfully retorted, “Then I should charge you too! If we both look at each other, that cancels out the fees!”

Tang Song chuckled softly, his gaze wandering over her body.

Then his eyes involuntarily lowered, landing on her exceptionally firm, round, and perky hips.

He had to admit, it was a natural gift.

With recent targeted training, it was now a standard, full-curve peach-shaped butt, with an impressively tight circumference.

If filmed, it would definitely make a big splash!

Tang Song’s heart leaped, and he quickly reined in his wandering thoughts.

He must have been spoiled by Little Jing, that little pervert!

He was not that kind of person!

Noticing Tang Song’s heated gaze, Yao Lingling shyly scooted back a bit.

Tang Song cleared his throat and looked at the milk tea in her hand, “Ah, after flying all the way here, I’m a bit thirsty.”

Yao Lingling understood and handed over the milk tea, “Here, brown sugar bubble, full sugar, super delicious!”

As she spoke, she moved a little closer to him, secretly enjoying the nice scent from her senior, her eyes sparkling.

Tang Song smiled as he took it, lightly biting the straw, gracefully taking a big sip.

Then he nodded seriously, “Mmm, it really is good, super sweet.”

Seeing his action, Yao Lingling bit her lip, her face heating up.

What was just an unconscious reaction now registered in her mind—did she just… indirectly kiss him?! Ahhh!

“Ding—”

The elevator slowly stopped at the 30th floor.

“We’re here.” Tang Song gently pushed her back and casually handed the milk tea back.

Yao Lingling quickly took it, her fingers trembling slightly on the cup;

the straw seemed to still carry the warmth of his lips.

She followed closely behind him out of the elevator, heading toward the company’s main entrance.

She couldn’t help but lower her head, biting the straw and taking a gentle sip.

The unprecedented satisfaction and sweetness swept away all her nervousness.

...

“President Tang!”

“President Tang! You’re back!”

A faint commotion came from the office area ahead.

Cheng Qiuqiu stiffened abruptly, her gaze passing over the computer screen toward the corridor’s end.

A familiar figure appeared in her sight, instantly tensing her body.

The figure came closer and closer until she could hear his footsteps.

Tang Song first responded to the brand department employees who greeted him actively.

Then he turned around and looked at the still rigidly seated Qiuqiu, whose expression was cold and silent.

“Qiuqiu.” His voice was gentle and clear, with a familiar smile, “I heard your Double Eleven posters are finished?”

Cheng Qiuqiu shuddered sharply, then slowly stood up, “Yes, they’re all done, six in total. We need to select three of them, and I was just about to send them for your review.”

During the time Tang Song was away, although they could contact each other on WeChat, it wasn’t the same as seeing the real person.

The longing in her heart sprouted and spread like vines in springtime, filling every gap.

Recently, he appeared frequently in her dreams.

Tang Song smiled and waved at her, “Bring your laptop to my office. Give me a private demonstration first. Your Vice President Gao should still be in the live stream room. After she’s done, I’ll exchange opinions with her.”

“Okay, President Tang.” Cheng Qiuqiu’s voice carried a hint of restrained trembling.

Their footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.

Colleagues passing by respectfully greeted Tang Song.

“Ah—”

The heavy door of the president’s office was pushed open.

The two walked in one after the other.

Tang Song casually hung his suit jacket on a hanger and turned to look at his cold and aloof designer friend.

Today, Qiuqiu was clearly dressed up on purpose.

Her black and white office attire gave off a striking contradictory beauty of asceticism and sensuality, much like her personality.

Then his gaze slowly rose to her head.

The Dream Flower Seed was swaying violently, its rich glow almost spilling over,

casting a greenish light that made her even more enchanting.

They hadn’t seen each other for a while;

the Dream Flower Seed had grown a lot, nearly mature now.

Perhaps just a slight stimulation would bloom a flower, granting +1 comprehension.

Thinking this, Tang Song’s heartbeat quickened as he looked at Qiuqiu’s delicate, cold, and stunning face.

He stepped in front of her.

The distance between them instantly shrank to where breaths could be heard.

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded them.

Qiuqiu’s heaving chest started rising and falling violently, her cheeks flushed unnaturally red like blush spreading on snow.

“Qiuqiu.” Tang Song called softly.

“Here!” Qiuqiu nearly reflexively raised her head, lips tightly pressed.

Their gazes met in the air.

She quickly looked away, her face taut, but her heart pounded wildly.

Tang Song studied her face and asked, “Has your illness improved recently?”

“I... I don’t know!” Qiuqiu’s voice trembled as she instinctively shifted to the side.

She vaguely realized something but dared not move recklessly.

After all, they had a tacit agreement to use this close contact to “treat” her illness.

Of course, that was nonsense,

but it gave her a justified excuse to “betray” her senior sister.

Every time she thought of this, guilt overwhelmed her.

“Then... shall we try now?” Tang Song lowered his head slightly;

his warm breath gently brushed her cheek as he inhaled her unique cold and pure fragrance.

Qiuqiu’s eyelashes twitched violently as she slowly lifted her head.

Looking at the face she had longed for day and night, her lips moved unconsciously.

She wanted him so much, more than anyone else, even more than her senior sister.

Such intense feelings overwhelmed her, almost drowning her completely upon seeing him.

Her heartbeat accelerated, ringing in her ears.

“Okay... okay... I’ll try...”

As soon as she spoke, she seemed to lose all reason,

rising onto tiptoe, eyes closed, and forcefully kissed him.

Time in the office seemed to pause.

In the haze,

A pure white camellia quietly bloomed above Qiuqiu’s head within the green glow, emitting a soft and sacred radiance.

“Ding! Congratulations player, the second flower of the Dream Flower Seed has successfully bloomed!”

Immediately, the blooming camellia turned into a pure starbeam, instantly merging into Tang Song’s body.

A clear thought flashed through his mind:

[Comprehension +1]

After briefly zoning out, Tang Song refocused on Qiuqiu before him.

She clearly didn’t know how to kiss;

she was just instinctively and awkwardly sucking.

But this youthful initiative, combined with her cold and ascetic exterior, created a huge contrast and stimulation.

His emotions gradually rose.

Tang Song couldn’t help but reach out to hold her slender, supple waist, gently parting her lips.

Qiuqiu let out a low moan, involuntarily tilting her head up, her hands instinctively wrapping around his waist.

As the kiss continued, her cheeks grew redder and hotter.

Every nerve ending in her body seemed awakened, becoming unusually sharp and sensitive.

Seeing such an active Qiuqiu, Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat.

His hand on her waist slowly moved upward, tracing the elegant curve of her thin back, smooth shoulders, and delicate collarbones.

Finally, it landed on the breathtaking truth wrapped in her tight undershirt.

“Ah!” Qiuqiu’s eyes suddenly widened.

A shiver surged from deep in her soul, spreading rapidly like electricity throughout her body.

A fine layer of goosebumps rose on her skin’s surface.

A suppressed low cry followed.

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Qiuqiu pushed him away forcefully as if electrocuted.

Her cold and beautiful face was now frighteningly red, almost bleeding.

She quickly turned her back, hugging her chest.

“Oh no, I can’t... I still can’t handle it... that illness... no matter how you look at it, it’s still fierce...”

She lowered her head, speaking in a heavy Sichuan-Chongqing accent, stammering and rambling.

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was incomprehensible.

“It’s okay, we’ll take it step by step.” Tang Song could only regretfully withdraw his lingering hand.

Silently, he mused on the stunning sensation just now.

Qiuqiu’s breasts, though not as exaggerated in size as Bai Yueguang or the elder sister, were more upright and round.

She really did resemble her idol, Su Yu, somewhat.

“Oh... oh... I’ll leave first then...” Qiuqiu nodded stiffly and turned to leave.

Tang Song quickly grabbed her wrist, “I said, aren’t we supposed to review the Double Eleven promotional posters?”

“Ah, right.” Qiuqiu reluctantly turned back,

fumbling to open her laptop.

The two sat down at the desk.

Qiuqiu opened the design files, wanting to present and explain her creative ideas and concepts to Tang Song one by one according to her prepared notes,

but no matter what she said, it was stumbling and awkward, occasionally slipping into dialect.

Tang Song comforted her a bit, then simply pulled the laptop in front of himself and started seriously reviewing.

As he looked, he actively guided Qiuqiu, discussing the design ideas behind each poster with her.

An excellent promotional poster was crucial for the upcoming Double Eleven sale.

After all, it concerned the success or failure of his Third Phase Growth Plan mission, so he was very invested.

Qiuqiu was indeed talented in this regard.

Her series of posters, regardless of style, perfectly matched HEYISTUDIO’s newly established visual identity system.

They were high-end, minimalist, and full of narrative.

Each image’s composition, color use, and copywriting precisely conveyed the intended meaning.

Tang Song grew increasingly satisfied.

He couldn’t help but praise by patting her well-proportioned thigh.

Qiuqiu trembled, suddenly standing up.

That still flushed face forced out a semblance of work-related calmness.

“What’s wrong?” Tang Song looked up at her.

Qiuqiu hesitated for a while before quietly reminding, “Senior Sister... Vice President Gao finishes streaming at three... it should be ending soon.”

Because Double Eleven was approaching, Songmei Apparel’s entire live stream rooms were running back to back almost nonstop.

The three main live rooms basically ran all day long.

Even Vice President Gao Mengting had returned to the stage personally for product promotion, occasionally filming videos for preheating.

“Okay, I’ll go check the live room and finalize the poster plan with Mengting.”

They stood up and walked out of the office one after another.

Cheng Qiuqiu almost immediately said “Goodbye,” then lowered her head and briskly walked toward her workstation.

Watching her sexy back disappear around the corridor corner, Tang Song shook his head with a light laugh.

He stood there recalling the scenes that had just happened in the office.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his excitement, he turned and headed toward the K1 live room.

He pushed open the heavy professional soundproof door and entered the just-finished “battle” live room.

A wave of lingering heat greeted him.

The huge circular fill lights still shone, and the air was filled with a unique scent mixed with cosmetics, sweat, and new fabric.

On the floor lay some clothes hangers and tags that hadn’t been tidied up yet.

Next to it, a whiteboard had the recently streamed product order and highlight reminders written in red marker.

Several assistants and operators gathered around, looking at the real-time data on the screen.

Everyone’s face showed a mix of exhaustion and excitement.

“President Tang!” “Hello, President Tang! You’re back!”

Some sharp-eyed employees immediately spotted Tang Song and respectfully stood up to greet him.

Tang Song smiled and led the way, his gaze passing through the busy crowd, quickly landing on a familiar figure in front of the live stage.

Gao Mengting was standing there patiently reviewing the just-finished live stream with several employees responsible for product selection.

She wore a simple beige Chinese-style shirt and black high-waisted wide-leg pants;

her smooth brown hair draped casually over her shoulders.

Her soft profile under the lights looked focused and gentle.

Seeing his partner working seriously and diligently,

Tang Song’s heart swelled with intense guilt.

Perhaps hearing the noise by the door, Gao Mengting turned and looked over.

Her focused expression instantly transformed into a gentle and radiant smile like spring water when she saw Tang Song.

She quickly gave a brief instruction to the colleagues beside her and walked toward him with light and elegant steps.

The moment their eyes met,

Gao Mengting’s eyes revealed undisguised joy and longing.

Tang Song couldn’t help but scold himself harshly inside his heart:

I really am a scumbag!