The music in the dance hall continued to drift through the air.

Zhou Qiming, Zhang Chunjie, and the others politely exchanged a few more words with Tang Song before using the excuse of "not disturbing Director Tang and his friends’ good mood" to leave with their team.

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong stood dumbfounded in place, their minds still in a daze.

They could clearly feel countless curious, probing, and even somewhat reverent gazes intentionally or unintentionally glancing in their direction.

Especially Wu Siqi;

her peripheral vision caught sight of their usually stern new media supervisor nearby.

At this moment, he stood not far away, looking at her with an extremely complicated expression that carried a hint of ingratiation.

Wu Siqi swallowed hard and rolled her throat.

Only now did she belatedly realize that she had inadvertently hit the jackpot!

Just by sitting and chatting with Tang Song in the same booth while drinking, she was now 100% guaranteed to be officially hired, and her work would go much more smoothly in the future.

Sensing the almost frozen atmosphere around them, Tang Song pursed his lips.

Raising his glass, he smiled and said, "Everyone’s gone now, let’s have a toast together."

"Oh, oh."

The others raised their glasses one after another.

Clinking sounds rang out as the wine slid down their throats.

Wu Siqi took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she asked, "Brother Tang... no, Director Tang, you... you are the... boss of our company? This..."

"I’m friends with Xie Yue from Handing Group," Tang Song explained calmly. "Previously, to support the business development of Ordinary Folks and seeing the promising prospects of the short drama market, I acquired part of Handing’s shares in the film base from him. So, you could say I’m a major shareholder, but I rarely come to the base myself."

The speculation was completely confirmed.

Wu Siqi’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Li Jingrong gasped inwardly and instinctively covered her mouth.

Their eyes subconsciously shifted to Zhang Minghua, who had been silent beside them.

They all clearly remembered the "inside information" Zhang Minghua had deliberately mentioned earlier in the canteen.

A mysterious top-tier tycoon who invested over a hundred million to acquire 80% of Handing Group’s shares in the film base.

Unexpectedly, the "legendary tycoon" they had admired and marveled at before was actually Tang Song!

And he had appeared before them in such an inconceivable way!

It felt like you were discussing with friends what a celestial being might look like, and then you turn around to find the immortal sitting right beside you, having just danced, drunk, and chatted with you.

Noticing the gaze from his girlfriend and Wu Siqi, Zhang Minghua’s already pale face instantly flushed bright red.

As a well-known real estate tycoon in the province, he naturally knew Handing Group well.

Due to work, he had even had some business dealings with a subsidiary of Handing.

If not for that, he wouldn’t have known so little about Yannan Short Drama Film Base.

The Tang Dong mentioned by Pang Bei was not only the sole heir of Handing Group’s chairman but also the group’s youngest vice president.

Being friends with Xie Yue and casually pulling out over a hundred million in cash to buy shares...

Tang Song’s level had reached a point so high that even Zhang Minghua could barely glimpse it from afar.

For him to appear in his "circle of friends" was truly unbelievable and unimaginable.

Thinking back to when he had been preaching about the "35-year-old crisis" and advising others, from his experience, to "find a stable job at a state-owned enterprise," Zhang Minghua felt his face burning painfully.

It was like being slapped dozens of times with a shoe sole soaked in chili water.

He didn’t really have bad intentions. Due to his personality and being in front of several beautiful women, he just wanted to show off his "experience" and "connections."

He never expected that this time... he had kicked Mount Everest instead.

But having spent years in a state-owned enterprise, his adaptability was extremely strong.

In a flash, he bit his lip and abruptly stood up.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, he grabbed an entire bottle of chilled beer in front of him.

A sincere, even slightly "simple-minded" smile spread across his face.

"Director Tang!" His voice was loud and sincere, instantly drawing everyone’s attention. "I... I really didn’t recognize a great man just now. I drank a little and started babbling nonsense. Please don’t take it to heart! I’m just a big mouth who loves to brag! How about this, I’ll punish myself with three drinks!"

He didn’t wait for Tang Song’s response and immediately tilted his head back, finishing the chilled beer in one gulp.

Then he quickly grabbed the second and third bottles.

Though beer bottles weren’t large, drinking three bottles in such a short time was still impressive.

He put down the empty bottles, his face flushed red from the alcohol and holding his breath, with a fine layer of sweat forming on his forehead.

Wu Siqi and Li Jingrong were at a loss for words, unsure what to say, so they instinctively glanced at Tang Song.

Tang Song still wore that calm and gentle expression, his face behind the square glasses showing no abnormalities.

He nodded to Zhang Minghua, "It’s okay. Coming out to have fun is for enjoyment. Drinking and chatting is normal, no need to take it so seriously."

His casual words instantly dispersed the frozen and awkward atmosphere around them like a spring breeze.

Hearing this, Zhang Minghua immediately showed a simple smile. "Ah! You’re right, hehe, I overreacted."

"Brother Tang is so generous!" Li Jingrong quickly stood up, grabbing Zhang Minghua’s arm. "Um... our fruit is almost gone. Honey, let’s go to the bar and get some."

"Alright, alright."

On the second floor VIP booth, Susu was almost leaning over the railing the entire time, eyes sparkling as she stared downstairs, her body trembling slightly with excitement.

It was like watching the premiere of a long-awaited immersive interactive movie.

After a moment, she suddenly turned around. "Sister Qingqing, today’s... this plot, I think I saw you mention it in the group chat before. It’s amazing! Just like you described! That warm-hearted classmate’s aura totally rivals that of a domineering CEO!"

"It’s okay." Xu Qing sipped her wine gracefully.

"Do you think he did all this to provoke you? Like you said before, deliberately using a ‘stand-in’ to test your true feelings?" Susu’s tone was filled with tension.

Xu Qing’s jet-black eyes flickered slightly, her voice faint. "Maybe. Heh, childish."

"Sister Qingqing, what are you planning to do next?"

Xu Qing waved her hand. "Do nothing. Let him be."

"Oh, oh!" Susu nodded vigorously, feeling enlightened!

The mighty Qingqing was using retreat to advance! Playing hard to get!

She was giving the ‘second male lead’ space to recognize reality himself.

Maybe he’d regret it tonight, then run to Sister Qingqing’s doorstep begging.

Maybe even cry and apologize, kneeling on the keyboard.

Xu Qing watched her with a mysterious smile, "Ding dong—" The WeChat notification sounded. Original content can be found at novel•fire.net

Xiaojing: "Qingqing, tomorrow I’m going to the hotel to check the birthday party venue setup. Want to come? I’ll introduce some good friends to you!"

Xu Qing twitched the corner of her mouth and replied, "No, no, I have things to do tomorrow."

Xiaojing: "Then you must come Sunday! We agreed on this. If you don’t come, I’ll sneak into your bed at night, hehe."

Xiaojing: Pervert (emoji)

Xu Qing was instantly startled, almost throwing her phone.

A mental image flashed:

Just got into bed at night, and a perverted Xiaojing sneaks out from under the covers, tackling her onto the bed, slyly pulling out: a belt, a tail...

Noooo!

Xu Qing quickly replied, "Got it."

Putting down the phone, she suddenly felt nervous and lost the mood to play here.

Not just because Xiaojing’s upcoming birthday party.

But also... when Tang Song spanked her butt, to finish the act in front of Susu, she was forced to sign many humiliating "unequal treaties."

Like tonight, she had to wear that maid outfit and obediently wait at home for him to come back.

Cosplaying a little maid.

She even had to wash his feet, massage his legs, and... wear that little bell that jingled...

Yanyan wasn’t home today, so he probably wouldn’t be too harsh on her.

When the time came, calling out to heaven and earth wouldn’t help.

Thinking of this, her legs grew weak and her face uncontrollably flushed.

9:50 p.m.

The taxi slowly stopped outside the south gate of Yancheng Normal University.

Three people got out of the car.

Wu Siqi waved vigorously, "Bye Brother Tang! Bye Lele! I have something to do, going back to the dorm first. You two don’t rush, take your time, bye!"

After speaking, she buried her head and walked toward the dorm.

Only Tang Song and Qian Lele remained outside the school gate.

Tang Song turned his head and looked at the gray-faced Cinderella beside him.

He spoke softly, "It’s been a long time since I came to Normal University. If you’re not in a hurry, how about taking a walk with me?"

Qian Lele looked up at him and nodded lightly.

The late autumn night was already chilly.

The temperature was only three or four degrees Celsius.

The two walked side by side on the quiet campus path, the streetlights casting their long shadows, which gently overlapped again under the next lamp.

Because of the alcohol, there was still a bit of warmth on their bodies.

There was always a silly smile on Qian Lele’s face, one she herself hadn’t noticed.

Her tolerance for alcohol was really poor;

normally one bottle of RIO would be enough to get her tipsy.

Tonight, the atmosphere was so good she drank a lot and was now somewhat drunk.

The whole world seemed covered in a soft and warm filter, making it feel less real.

They walked side by side in the quiet campus, occasionally chatting.

About the renovation of a certain teaching building, about a newly opened milk tea shop on the pedestrian street...

Sometimes Tang Song would stop in front of a set of monkey bars and casually do two pull-ups;

sometimes he would jump up, pick a dry leaf hanging on a branch, and playfully clip it in Qian Lele’s hair;

sometimes the two would sit on a wooden bench in the woods for a while...

They often laughed and joked, their laughter echoing far in the silent night.

Being with this pure-hearted female university student, Tang Song felt his mindset grew younger, as if he had returned to his college campus days.

After more than half an hour, the two finally arrived below the female dormitory building.

At this time, the dormitory was about to close, and there were very few people around.

Tang Song stood under the dim streetlight.

The bleak night became his backdrop, rendering the gentle yet slightly lazy and artistic aura he carried to its peak.

Qian Lele glanced at him, slightly dazed.

The autumn wind blew, stirring fallen leaves on the ground and tousling the strands of hair on Qian Lele’s forehead.

"It’s cold outside, go back quickly, don’t catch a cold." Tang Song reached out and gently stroked her hair.

Qian Lele bit her lip and nodded softly.

She slowly walked toward the dormitory entrance, every step slow.

But in the end, she reached the door.

She didn’t immediately go in but turned around to look at him again.

Tang Song stood in the warm glow, smiling as he waved at her.

Qian Lele also showed a sweet smile and waved back.

The two stayed at a distance neither too close nor too far, neither leaving first.

After a while, seeing Lele not enter voluntarily, Tang Song smiled helplessly and finally turned to leave first.

At the moment he turned, a layer of moist mist suddenly welled up in Qian Lele’s eyes.

This parting, who knew when they would meet again.

She knew she lacked the courage to message him anytime, call him, or even rush to see him.

But... she really missed him.

She had never indulged in anything beyond her abilities since she grew up.

She wasn’t greedy, used to walking her path steadily, step by step.

But Tang Song’s appearance always stirred some "greed" in her heart that shouldn’t exist.

The alcohol seemed to ignite the pent-up emotions in her at that moment.

Looking at his gradually retreating figure,

a fierce impulse surged in Qian Lele’s heart.

She was really a little drunk.

The next second, her figure rushed into the cold night, into the bleak autumn wind.

Urgent footsteps sounded behind.

Tang Song turned around in confusion.

Immediately, a soft and passionate body recklessly embraced him.

At that moment, the surroundings seemed to fall silent.

He could clearly feel her chest rising and falling violently from running.

He could smell the mixed scent of shampoo freshness and faint fruit wine on her.

"Brother, you... be careful on the road... stay safe..." Her voice was slightly nasal.

Tang Song paused, lifted his hand, and gently patted her back. "Mm, thank you, little sister."

Qian Lele raised her head, looked at his face, and suddenly stood on tiptoe.

Her warm lips, carrying a hint of alcohol breath, lightly pressed on Tang Song’s cheek.

"Good night, brother." Her body trembled slightly.

Then, Qian Lele suddenly retracted her hand as if electrified and stepped back.

Lowering her head, she rushed into the dormitory.

Only leaving behind a fresh breeze mixed with the fragrance of wine and a stunned Tang Song standing in place.

...

North City Garden Residential Area.

"Ding—"

The elevator slowly stopped on the twelfth floor, the metal door sliding open.

Tang Song put away his access card and arrived at the door of Room 04, skillfully inputting the password.

With a soft "beep," the door lock opened, and he stepped inside.

The air was filled with a clean fragrance mixed with aroma oils and laundry detergent.

A cute cat paw mat lay in the entryway, and a lively green pothos plant sat atop the shoe cabinet.

"Qingqing." Tang Song called out but received no response.

She was probably already asleep.

Tang Song quietly changed into slippers and tiptoed to the living room, but his steps suddenly halted.

In the middle of the carpet sat a figure quietly.

Wearing the classic black and white maid outfit, outlining her exquisite figure perfectly.

Puffy puff sleeves and layers of lace added a few more touches of innocence and cuteness.

Their eyes met.

Xu Qing folded her hands in front of her and sweetly said, "Director, welcome home~"

Tang Song stopped, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

He realized that his cosplaying girlfriend secretly loved roleplaying, not only in novels but also in real life.

He had known too little about her before.

Tang Song’s playful side surfaced, unable to resist joining this cosplay.

"Mm."

His expression immediately turned serious as he silently walked over.

He sat on the sofa in front of her, crossing his legs and looking down at her with interest.

Xu Qing’s jet-black eyes started darting around. "You’ve worked hard today. Do you want to wash your hair first or go to sleep?"

"Go, get me a glass of water." Tang Song remained unmoved.

"Yes." Xu Qing immediately nodded obediently and ran to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water.

Then she knelt beside his feet again, holding the cup of water up high with both hands.

Tang Song took the cup, drank a sip, and naturally stretched his foot out in front of her.

Xu Qing’s cheeks flushed, but she still dutifully began massaging his legs.

"You walked a lot today. Go prepare a basin of hot water to wash my feet."

Soon, a basin of hot water was brought over.

Warm steam rose gently.

Xu Qing sat on the carpet, concentrating on the roleplay, helping Tang Song wash his feet.

Hiss—

Looking at this scene and the little maid’s service, Tang Song felt refreshed and relaxed.

Seeing Tang Song in such a good mood, Xu Qing’s eyes flickered as she said, "Director..."

"Speak!"

"How do you think I performed tonight?"

"Not bad, keep it up."

"Then... can the 250 strokes be... reduced a little?"

Hearing this, Tang Song leaned forward slightly, pinched her plump cheek, and his voice instantly turned cold: "You dare to bargain with me?"

Xu Qing was startled, trembling and showing an innocent face. "It... it hurts too much, it must still be red now."

"Is that so?"

"Mm..."

Tang Song lifted his foot and casually wiped it on her clean little apron.

Then suddenly exerted force to pull her up from the floor.

Xu Qing was caught off guard and cried out, "Ah! What are you doing?!"

"I’m checking." Tang Song glanced over, "Heh, you’re definitely lying!"

Immediately, a series of chaotic noises erupted in the room.

After a while, Tang Song carried the little maid who could now only whimper off the ground.

"Stomp, stomp, stomp," he strode toward the master bedroom.

"Wait! Wait!" Xu Qing suddenly sobered up a bit, hastily patting his chest. "Wrong... that’s Yanyan’s room!"

"It doesn’t matter, she’s not home anyway." Tang Song’s steps didn’t stop, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Her room is bigger and the bed is more comfortable. Let’s go there."

∑(°口°): "No! Not allowed!"

Being in her best friend’s room...

Xu Qing just thought about it and felt her scalp tingle and her whole body uneasy!

If Yanyan found out, she... she would probably skin her alive!

Little Songzi was indeed corrupted by Xiaojing!

Tang Song ignored her protests and directly pushed open Shen Yuyan’s door, striding inside.

"Ah——"

"Da——"

The soft bedside lamp lit up, bathing the entire room in a warm glow.

The bedroom still held some of Shen Yuyan’s unique scent.

Xu Qing’s cheeks were firmly pressed against Shen Yuyan’s pillow, the familiar scent invading her nostrils, leaving her mind completely blank.

Not good!

Qingqing... Qingqing was about to go bad!