White Moonlight's Truth and Black Silk Stockings

In the dining area, the aroma of food drifted through the air.

Xu Qing was led by the hand by Xiao Jing and sat down at the table, following her every step.

The dining chairs, wrapped in soft genuine leather, were comfortable and refined.

The Crystal Chandelier cast down a soft glow, shining on the exquisite tableware and refracting brilliant light.

The servers, dressed in crisp uniforms, moved silently between the tables, placing one exquisite dish after another before them.

But Xu Qing was sitting on pins and needles, head lowered, face flushed, her little butt squirming restlessly.

In The Beauty of the Anime World group, she was a partner at a major law firm, an elite lawyer, and a Media Company Shareholder—a graceful, tall campus-beauty-level stunner with a D Cup.

Her ex was a somewhat unhinged Male God CEO of a major company, while her current boyfriend was an executive for Greater China at an international investment firm.

But in reality, that was not even the most crucial part.

The most crucial thing was, what if Xiao Jing discovered that her boyfriend was Tang Song? What would she do then?

"Qing Qing, what would you like to drink?"

Xiao Jing's sweet yet perverse voice reached her ears, making Xu Qing shudder. She immediately shook her head. "N-No need. Um... Xiao Jing, I just remembered that I still have something to do. I might need to leave first. Haha, Excuse me."

As she spoke, Xu Qing tried to rise from the sofa.

But Xiao Jing hooked her arm around hers. Her grip was not strong, yet Xu Qing could not break free.

"Boss Qing Qing, eat first. Don't worry, I absolutely will not reveal anything about you in the group. Our group is just role-playing anyway. It's no big deal."

"Th-Then... okay." Xu Qing's face instantly turned bright red, and the little butt she had just lifted dropped back down.

She was merely adorably clueless, not stupid. Naturally, she could hear the "threat" in Xiao Jing's words.

In other words, if she snuck away, Xiao Jing would probably bring up their chance encounter today in the group.

Miss Xu Qing was, after all, someone of standing. If her entire persona collapsed, she would truly be finished.

She groaned inwardly. She should never have gone shopping today.

Across from them, Ma Luoluo and Xiao Mei watched the intimate pair and could not help whispering to each other. They were full of envy. Bai Fumei girls like Xiao Jing were far beyond their reach.

Although Ma Luoluo had attended quite a few gatherings with her boyfriend, she had never truly made friends at this level.

The A5-grade Wagyu Beef, seared at High Temperature, carried not only the fragrance of fat and meat but also a faint sweetness and milky aroma. The flavors blended together in rich layers, giving it a mellow texture and a mouthful of savory fat.

After one bite, Xu Qing's eyes instantly curved into crescents, and an intoxicated expression appeared on her face.

She was a complete foodie.

In an instant, she became wholly immersed in the enjoyment of fine cuisine, her mouth never stopping.

She even temporarily cast aside her embarrassment and awkwardness.

She began looking around at the surroundings, listening to the conversations nearby and gathering material for her novel.

She had never attended such a high-end Private Club, not even with her Best Friend Shen Yuyan, so she was actually very curious.

The sound of conversation lingered around them.

As the "protagonist of the day," Lin Jingming naturally became the center of discussion. Everyone went from talking about Speeding Power to New Energy, then Tang Yi Precision.

As Yancheng's most renowned industrial enterprise, Tang Yi Precision's Influence was beyond question.

The reason Speeding Power had built its factory in Yancheng was because Tang Yi Precision had cultivated thirty-two local Specialized and Innovative supporting enterprises here.

These businesses covered popular industrial fields such as precision manufacturing, semiconductors and new-material clusters, New Energy, and intelligent equipment.

With these supporting industries, Speeding Power's costs and technology could both be secured.

Xiao Jing listened quietly. Aside from occasionally chatting with Qing Qing about topics from the group, she did not join their conversation.

Her main mission in returning to Yancheng this time was to resign from Brocade Business and join Smiling Holdings and Tang Yi Precision.

According to her true nature, lying flat was naturally the most comfortable choice—peacefully enjoying life and finding some fun.

But she also knew that her father was getting older, and he had so many company shares and assets.

As his only daughter, she would have to deal with them sooner or later.

Even if she did not directly manage the assets, she still needed to understand how the family's Fortune operated, lest information asymmetry leave her sidelined or cause her to make poor decisions in the future.

Moreover, the vast majority of her father's assets were company shares.

For example, a single accident at Zhongcheng Group had caused those shares to plummet in value, shrinking her father's assets accordingly.

Once wealth reached a certain level, it might seem "private," but in reality, it was deeply tied to the socioeconomic ecosystem and watched by countless people.

If she wanted to inherit and manage it in the future, it would actually be an extremely troublesome matter. One misstep, and she could be swallowed by even larger capital.

For a Second-Generation Rich person at her level, expanding connections and choosing a career were essentially a "high-level resource game."

Therefore, though she was not particularly willing, she had still become the Salary Supervisor at Brocade Business and had even gone to Smiling Holdings for training, where she could meet people from a higher level.

What she had not expected was that she would become close to Shangguan Qiuya and even catch Director Jin's eye. Though she was happy, it still brought some pressure, and it was difficult for her to remain as carefree as before.

ε=('o*))) Thinking of this, Xiao Jing Sighed inwardly and looked again at Qing Qing beside her, who was "burying her head in food."

A sweet smile instantly appeared on her face.

The game was Just beginning, Boss Qing Qing.

We're definitely going to have a lot of fun!

Lunch gradually came to an end amid a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

After exchanging phone numbers with Xu Qing and singing a song together, Xiao Jing finally let her go, still wanting more.

After seeing the three of them out of the club, she returned to the lobby.

Lin Jingming, holding a glass of champagne, appeared beside her and said politely and like a Gentleman, "Miss Tian, I briefly discussed Huineng Electronics with your father before, and I'm quite interested. Shall we go chat on the terrace over there?"

Xiao Jing obediently replied, "Excuse me, General Lin, but I don't know anything about Huineng Electronics. My dad hasn't told me about it either."

A strange glint flashed through Lin Jingming's eyes. He swirled the wineglass in his hand and said mockingly, "That's fine. I heard Miss Tian just completed training at Smiling Holdings and even came into contact with Director Jin. To be honest, I'm interested in that as well and would like to learn more."

Xiao Jing smiled slightly. "General Lin, you're certainly well-informed. But by nature, I'm still a professional slacker. I only went to the Imperial Capital for training because it sounded fun."

She paused, then said in a light, playful tone, "Besides, I came here to relax today. I had too much fun with my friends earlier, and my head is still a little fuzzy. If I start talking about work with you now, I'm afraid I might accidentally call Director Jin Secretary Jin. Then I'd be finished. After all, she's a Big Shot. We wouldn't dare gossip about her behind her back."

Hearing her words, Lin Jingming froze for a moment before laughing several times. He looked at her appreciatively. "Miss Tian, you're truly an interesting and outstanding person. Not only are your appearance and temperament exceptional, but your personality is excellent as well."

"You're flattering me, General Lin. I can't compare with you. You founded Speeding Power at such a young age. That's truly admirable."

"All right, it seems today isn't suitable for discussing serious business." Lin Jingming chuckled softly and was just about to say something else.

Xiao Jing suddenly said, "Oh, right, Excuse me. My Boyfriend called me just now, but I didn't hear it because I was singing. I'll go return his call. General Lin, we'll chat another time if there's a chance. I hope you have fun today!"

At the word "Boyfriend," Lin Jingming's brows Curved upwards slightly. His expression remained unchanged as he said, "Then I won't disturb you. If there's another chance, we can talk about something more relaxed."

"Mm-hm, Bye bye." Xiao Jing waved and headed toward the lounge.

Very soon, Qin Hua, who had been watching from the shadows, Approached.

She said quietly, "Xiao Jing, aren't you being too disrespectful? Speeding Power will be a leading company in the charging-pile industry in the future, and it's very important to the Huineng Electronics your father invested in. Even a simple chat and making a friend would be good."

Xiao Jing glanced at her. "Don't tell me you don't know what Lin Jingming means."

"You—seriously, you're unbelievable! It's not like you were dating him." Qin Hua rolled her eyes. "When are you going to introduce your boyfriend to me? I really fucking want to know what kind of man could turn you into someone so love-brained!"

In Qin Hua's impression, Xiao Jing had always been quirky and mischievous since childhood, with a somewhat scheming side.

Xiao Jing had been the one she sought for advice in many matters before.

But later, they grew up, especially after Qin Hua went abroad, and they had less contact.

She had not expected Xiao Jing to suddenly become love-brained. Not only did she think of that Tang Song in everything, she had even deliberately distanced herself from the outstanding men in their circle for his sake.

This Lin Jingming was probably simply too outstanding, and Xiao Jing was worried that her boyfriend would get jealous.

Otherwise, there was nothing wrong with normal socializing at a gathering—chatting and drinking a little.

"You want to meet him?" Xiao Jing blinked. "He's very charming. I'm even afraid you'll fall for him. Then your envy, jealousy, and resentment might affect our friendship as besties."

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Qin Hua stared blankly for a moment, then bent over and burst into laughter. "You're really something. You have such inexplicable confidence in your boyfriend."

"This isn't inexplicable confidence. He really is outstanding."

After laughing for a while, Qin Hua looked at her and said, "I remember you used to praise Zeng Yuchen and Zhuang Junhao too, saying they were outstanding."

"That's different. It feels different." Xiao Jing's eyes sparkled. "Tang Song is Full of mystery, like the male lead in a comic who hides countless secrets. Every time I think I understand him well enough, I discover another secret. It's so novel and interesting."

"Forget it, I won't argue with you, love-brain!" Qin Hua muttered, sitting down to drink tea by herself.

Xiao Jing did not care in the slightest. She Took out her Mobile Phone, opened WeChat, and eagerly @-mentioned Qing Qing in The Beauty of the Anime World group, chatting with her about their boyfriends and his Big Shot mistress hidden within Smiling Holdings.

Her other major discovery during this trip to the Imperial Capital had been the matter between Shangguan Qiuya and Tang Song.

She even suspected that Shangguan Qiuya had come to Yancheng for Tang Song.

Right now, she felt as though she were playing a puzzle-solving game.

He had clearly come from an ordinary background and lived an ordinary life, yet he had achieved so much.

So, Tang Song Gege, what kind of person are you exactly?

What secrets are you hiding?

September 17, 2023, Sunday. Rain. 20–28°C.

Four in the morning.

A light drizzle began falling outside the window, tapping against the glass with soft pitter-patter sounds.

In the dim room, Liu Qingning woke from a shallow sleep. A faint, dragging pain came from her lower abdomen, accompanied by the sensation of liquid flowing.

Her face turned slightly pale. She glanced at Tang Song beside her, slowly sat up, lifted the thin blanket, and rose gently to her feet.

The faint glow of her phone screen illuminated a small portion of the room.

Liu Qingning entered the Walk-in Closet, turned on the light, and lifted her clothes to check. Sure enough, her Menstrual Period had come.

Fortunately, it was Just beginning, and the flow was very light.

She took a sanitary pad and underwear and entered the Restroom.

After finishing up, she turned off the light.

The moment she stepped out of the Restroom, her temples began throbbing. A familiar, sharp pain struck without warning.

She braced herself against the wall, her fingers digging hard into her palm, trying to use that pain to distract herself.

But it was useless.

She tried not to make a sound as she left the master bedroom. The moment she closed the door, her breathing became ragged.

Liu Qingning Pushed open the study door, casually switched on the night-light, and collapsed into a chair, both hands kneading the back right side of her head.

"Buzz... buzz... buzz..." Waves of throbbing pain felt like heavy hammers smashing inside her skull, drawing suppressed groans from her.

In 2018, with Professor Wang Chang's help, she first came into comprehensive contact with the new field of artificial intelligence and was deeply shocked by it.

After that, she began devoting herself to competition projects.

At Imperial Capital University, surrounded by top academic prodigies, she, once a proud child of heaven, seemed mediocre and ordinary. She also came to know many true geniuses.

Her Competitive Spirit and pride made her unwilling to fall behind, and she studied with all her might, absorbing knowledge.

This obsession was like a double-edged sword. It had both made her and tormented her.

She had never been in very good health since childhood and could be said to have no talent for sports whatsoever.

It was also during that period, with her irregular schedule, immense mental pressure, and weak physical foundation, that she began experiencing occasional migraines.

The one-sided, pulsating, excruciating pain had now plagued her for over four years.

As she began her business, the problem Became Even more serious, eventually accompanied by hereditary hypertension.

It would sometimes flare up whenever she had to process complex data or deal with difficult work.

At its worst, it even caused nausea and vomiting.

Since the second half of this year, it hurt every time her Menstrual Period came.

She had seen doctors and tried many methods, but none had worked very well.

The doctors said it was mainly a psychological issue that required slow recovery and improvement.

She had never told Tang Song any of this.

Sometimes, when they were video chatting, she would suddenly say she needed to hang up because she was busy, when in fact it was because her headache had flared up.

The reason was actually simple.

She was an extremely stubborn person. It was both her strength and her weakness.

She wanted to remain, in Tang Song's heart, that shining White Moonlight who would never lose.

Just as she had been in high school.

The Liu Qingning who listened to music, read novels, daydreamed, chatted, and still entered Imperial Capital University with the best grades.

It was a somewhat pathological compulsion. She understood it better than anyone, but could not overcome or escape it.

It showed itself in many other ways too.

For example, if she had acne on her face or gained fat around her waist, she absolutely would not let Tang Song see her.

She would directly hang up his video calls and would not share any photos with him.

While Tang Song had been away from Shencheng, she had put in great effort to lose weight and care for her skin.

This time, when she came to Yancheng, the hair tie, bracelet, and necklace she wore had all been gifts Tang Song had given her before.

Her outfits and styling were all carefully chosen to resemble how she had looked in high school and university.

She simply wanted him to know that she was still the Liu Qingning he loved most.

She wanted herself to always be beautiful in his heart.

Of course, this weakness had also created the situation she and Tang Song were in now.

She won the gold prize in the "Internet Plus" competition, worked hard to start a business, Ran to Shencheng, and later prepared to buy a home in Yancheng, planning their future on her own.

All because she wanted her image in Tang Song's heart to become even more perfect.

Therefore, she could not accept that Tang Song had changed his heart, could not let go of her feelings for him, and could not allow herself to fail in the most crucial matter.

"Mm..." The pain continued.

The sparse sound of rain mingled with her suppressed breathing, stretching this moment into something unbearably long.

More than ten minutes later, the pain gradually showed signs of weakening.

Liu Qingning's breathing also steadied.

She wrapped her arms around herself and curled up in the chair, her mind beginning to replay everything from today.

There was not much to do in Yancheng during autumn, but with him by her side, every moment had been vivid and interesting.

The morning mist, the elderly people doing morning exercises, Yancheng's local breakfast, sweet roasted chestnuts, the play of light before the Buddha statues at Longxing Temple, the personified artifact interactions at the museum, the Clay Oven Rolls at the night market, the popcorn at the cinema...

A faint smile appeared on her face.

After quite a while longer.

Liu Qingning drank a cup of warm water, went to the Restroom outside, and looked at herself in the mirror.

Her complexion was flushed unnaturally, with faint dark circles beneath her eyes, and her Lips had lost some color.

After washing up briefly and applying a layer of lip gloss to brighten her complexion, Liu Qingning returned to the master bedroom on tiptoe.

Although the migraine was still there, it was bearable now.

Liu Qingning carefully climbed onto the bed, moving as lightly as possible.

However, the moment she Lay down, Tang Song seemed to notice. He turned over and moved closer in her direction.

His hand inadvertently rested on her waist, his breath brushing past her ear, warm and soft.

In the dim light, Tang Song's sleeping face was peaceful and gentle.

Liu Qingning kept her large eyes open as she studied that face she knew better than anything.

His Bridge of the nose was straight, his features clean and sharp, carrying traces of his youthful innocence while gaining the firmness and maturity of adulthood.

His Lips were slightly pursed, the Corner of the mouth faintly lifted, as though he were dreaming of something pleasant.

Liu Qingning raised her pretty face and gave his Lips a fleeting, dragonfly-light kiss.

This was Tang Song. Her Tang Song.

Whether it was Wen Ruan or Su Yu, she would not retreat, much less give him up.

Liu Qingning nestled closer into his arms, counting the beats of his heart as she gently closed her eyes.

Even the pain seemed to lessen at that moment.

Who knew how much time passed.

Half-asleep, she felt the hand on her waist Move slightly, then her cheek was kissed.

"What are you doing?" Liu Qingning murmured. Her ample E Cup brushed against his arm, intentionally or not.

"Go back to sleep." Tang Song spoke softly, sat up, and got out of bed as quietly as he could.

Liu Qingning narrowed her eyes halfway and watched Tang Song head toward the Walk-in Closet. Before long, he had changed into workout clothes and walked out.

Once the bedroom door closed, her eyes opened fully, a trace of anxious insecurity in her gaze.

This time in Yancheng, Tang Song had acted like a complete Gentleman, without making a single inappropriate move.

Even when they slept at night, he had not gotten handsy with her.

Could it be that she was no longer attractive enough to him?

Thinking of Wen Ruan's perfect figure and seductive appearance, then Su Yu's Stunningly beautiful and bewitching charm, Liu Qingning bit her Lips. An indescribable gloom and conflict welled up inside her.

All traces of sleepiness vanished.

Lying in bed, her mind churned wildly, and she even had the Thought of getting cosmetic procedures.

Of course, she knew that her Menstrual Period, migraine, and high blood pressure had suppressed her reason. This was merely impulsive, nonsensical overthinking.

Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened, gray-blue morning light spilling through the gap in the curtains.

Liu Qingning abruptly sat up, went to the Walk-in Closet, took off her pajamas, and pulled a tight-fitting dress from the wardrobe to change into.

Because her chest was so large, this kind of outfit made her look incredibly provocative.

Thought for a moment, Liu Qingning opened her suitcase again and took out an unopened pair of stockings from the inner compartment.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never worn stockings like these. This pair had been given to her by Liu Shuang before, for her to wear on dates with Tang Song. When she came here, she had brought them along as if possessed.

She awkwardly put on the stockings, then sat before the vanity and clumsily applied light makeup.

Liu Qingning examined herself in the full-length mirror, her Lips pressed tightly together as a stubborn expression flashed across her face.

Push-ups, squats, Fat Burning Exercise—sweat ran over his muscles and dripped onto the Yoga Mat.

Tang Song panted heavily, his ears filled with the pounding of his heartbeat.

Being with a White Moonlight who had a Youthful Appearance and Immense Cuteness, controlling his surging desire was no easy task.

After resting for several minutes.

He changed into Slippers and headed toward the bedroom.

Pushing open the Main Door, Tang Song stood at the entrance, his breathing briefly catching.

Liu Qingning sat quietly on the sofa, her black-stockinged Legs crossed, the hem of her dress barely covering the tops of her thighs.

The straps of her slip dress were so thin they looked as though they would snap at the slightest touch, exposing large swaths of snowy skin.

Her ample breasts looked even fuller and more upright beneath the dress, as though they might break free of their restraint at any moment.

The sexy black off-shoulder slip dress perfectly outlined the exquisite curves of her body.

That fresh and adorable Oval Face was turned toward him, her expression calm yet subdued, her entire being radiating a unique charm.

In Tang Song's deepest memories, Liu Qingning was more often the girl in a school uniform, her hair in a ponytail, her smile clear and bright.

But now, in stockings and a slip dress, she possessed an unfamiliar beauty that made his heart Palpitating.

Seeing his White Moonlight like this for the first time, Tang Song's eyes reddened.

"Qing Ning—you—"

"What's wrong with me?" Liu Qingning asked softly, her voice carrying a hint of provocation.

Tang Song took a deep breath and Walked towards her. "Tell me, are you deliberately testing my self-control?"

As he spoke, Tang Song leaned forward slightly. The faint Perfume Scent, mixed with her unique natural fragrance, was intoxicating.

Liu Qingning's eyelashes trembled lightly, and her Cheeks heated up. "Bastard, what are you trying to do?"

"You definitely know." Tang Song's breathing grew hurried, his chest heaving sharply.

"I'm on my Menstrual Period," Liu Qingning suddenly said, her tone carrying a touch of playfulness. "My body feels awful right now. I'm bleeding down there."

"Uh..." Tang Song's Corner of the mouth Twitched. Settling for less, he said, "Then let me Pat Pat your legs."

Liu Qingning bit her Lips and muttered, "Perverted Little Song."

Seeing that his White Moonlight had not directly refused, Tang Song's hand immediately stroked up her leg.

Her Legs, wrapped in black stockings, gleamed delicately in the morning light, warm and silky to the touch.

Of course, more importantly, it brought a sense of psychological satisfaction and possessiveness.

Liu Qingning pressed her Legs tightly together, her fingers unconsciously twisting her Hair Strands.

That familiar little gesture made Tang Song think of high school, when she would sit quietly in the classroom like this, chatting with him while playing with her own hair.

After a moment, Tang Song Looked at her eyes and said hoarsely, "I want to feel your heartbeat."

Liu Qingning's body trembled slightly, a deep blush Appeared on her face. "No."

Tang Song said softly, "Please, give me a break. Look at how restrained I've been these past two days."

"You—" Liu Qingning Looked at his eyes and suddenly asked, "Tell me, who do you love most?"

"Liu Qingning!"

"Who's your Girlfriend?"

"Liu Qingning!"

"Between me and Wen Ruan, who's prettier?"

"You!"

Liu Qingning Sighed, a faint smile appearing on her face as she looked to the side.

Her heartbeat roared in her ears, as though it were about to burst through her chest.

Tang Song's other hand slowly moved upward, feeling both his White Moonlight's truth and her black stockings at the same time.