Konjac Shuang

At the end of the corridor, as the three fell silent, the atmosphere grew increasingly strange.

Wen Ruan looked at Xiao Jing standing beside Tang Song, the corner of her mouth curving into a meaningful smile.

This "fair-skinned, rich, beautiful Salary Supervisor" Hu Mingli had mentioned was even prettier in person than in the photos.

And her skin really was fair. Combined with all that collagen, it made Wen Ruan very envious.

When she had first learned about Tang Song's wealth and realized marriage with him was unlikely, choosing to step back had not been entirely unrelated to Tian Jing's influence.

She really had always wanted to meet her.

Xiao Jing sensed the teasing in the other woman's eyes, and her heartbeat inexplicably sped up.

She glanced at Tang Song beside her from the corner of her eye. It was also her first time facing such a situation, and she felt both expectant and excited.

Noticing the Big Sister's half-smiling expression, Tang Song looked awkward. "Sister Wen Ruan, why did you come to Brocade Business?"

"What, am I not welcome?" Wen Ruan raised her brows.

Tang Song said concernedly, "It's not that you're unwelcome. Didn't you just get back from a business trip? I was worried you hadn't rested properly."

Wen Ruan glanced at Xiao Jing beside him, her tone carrying a hint of teasing. "It seems you're busy handling something else. I feel like I came at a bad time."

Tang Song said solemnly, "No, you came at exactly the right time."

"Pfft—hehe~" Xiao Jing couldn't resist and covered her mouth as she laughed, her eyes curving into two crescents.

Wen Ruan also laughed twice, shot him an annoyed glare, and walked up to him. "Come on, President Tang. Shall we sit in your office for a while? You don't mind, do you?"

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After the technical seminar ended, she had waited outside the CTO's office for nearly twenty minutes, only for Tang Song to be whisked away. Seeing the two of them acting so lovey-dovey now, she couldn't resist making things difficult for him.

She had come all the way to Shencheng to help him soothe his "White Moonlight," while this scumbag was living far too comfortably!

Tang Song glanced at Xiao Jing beside him with some guilt and nodded. "Of course, no problem."

He had never told Bai Fumei about his actual situation, nor did he know whether she was aware of it.

However, he could sense that Xiao Jing did not seem to care about any of this.

She had never investigated his relationships with other women or asked what he was doing. She had been remarkably tolerant and generous. Besides, the fact that he was a scumbag would be exposed sooner or later. He did not want to keep hiding it from Xiao Jing forever.

He pushed open the solid wooden Main Door.

A bright office appeared before them.

The space truly was not large, but it was fully furnished: a small sofa, a coffee table, a computer, and a printer. Beyond the south-facing Floor-to-Ceiling Window was Yancheng's bustling cityscape.

There were only two sofas. Neither was very large, and they faced each other.

One person could sit comfortably, but two would be cramped.

Wen Ruan walked straight to the sofa on the West Side and sat down, crossing her legs with an elegant yet relaxed posture.

She curiously looked around the room, then finally fixed her gaze on Tang Song.

She wanted to see whether he would sit beside her or beside Tian Jing.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Tang Song was just about to move his office chair over.

Xiao Jing suddenly took a few steps forward and sat down directly beside Wen Ruan, pointing to the seat opposite them.

"Song, sit opposite us," she said obediently. "I'm pretty slim, so it'll be fine if I squeeze in with this sister."

"Okay." Tang Song let out a breath of relief and sat down opposite the two women.

The atmosphere became strange again.

"Ahem—" Tang Song coughed lightly and said, "Sister Wen Ruan, did you come to Brocade Business for something special today? Do you need my help?"

Wen Ruan looked at him, leaned forward slightly, and blinked her moist, alluring eyes. "Something special? Does coming to see you count? It's been several days since we met. I've missed you quite a bit."

That fleeting mature charm sent a jolt through Tang Song. His throat bobbed as he nodded. "It counts. I've missed you too, Sister Wen Ruan."

Having gotten the reaction she wanted, Wen Ruan covered her lips and laughed softly. She glanced at Xiao Jing, wanting to see her reaction. "And who is this pretty girl? President Tang, aren't you going to introduce her?"

At that moment, Xiao Jing turned sideways and extended her hand to her. "Hello, my name is Tian Jing. I'm the Salary Supervisor at Brocade Business."

The corner of Wen Ruan's eye Twitched, and a trace of surprise flashed across her face. "Hello, Supervisor Tian. I'm Wen Ruan from Light and Shadow Media. I'm here to attend a meeting at your company this time."

Xiao Jing's eyes sparkled. "It's so nice to meet you, Sister Ruan Ruan. If you don't mind, you can just call me Xiao Jing. I'm also Song's good friend."

After saying that, she blinked her beautiful eyes and gave a friendly smile.

"It's nice to meet you too, Xiao Jing." Wen Ruan let out a soft breath, and the way she looked at her changed.

This was completely different from what she had expected.

She did not know whether this girl was genuinely foolish or just pretending.

She seemed to harbor no hostility toward her at all.

"I've heard colleagues from the Sales Department mention many times that Light and Shadow Media is very professional and reliable. It's the most famous local advertising sales agency service company in Yan Province. Sister Ruan Ruan, what do you do at the company?"

Wen Ruan pressed her lips together, her expression softening. With a slightly playful tone, she said, "Executive Director, CEO."

"Wow!" Xiao Jing's eyes instantly lit up. "Sister Ruan Ruan, you're amazing. Not only are you stunning, but you're so capable too. You're actually the Boss of Light and Shadow Media. Compared to you, I'm so inferior."

Wen Ruan suddenly felt that this little sister was not as bad as Hu Mingli had made her out to be.

"You flatter me. Xiao Jing, you're excellent too, and you're very pretty. Especially your skin—it really makes people envious."

"Thank you, but I was born with it. Still, Sister Ruan Ruan, your body proportions are truly perfect." Xiao Jing turned sideways to look at her. "Have you watched One Piece? I think you look a lot like Nico Robin from it—mature and sexy."

"Really? Hehe, Xiao Jing, your figure is very good too." Wen Ruan subconsciously lowered her crossed legs, blushing slightly from the praise.

Tang Song, seated opposite them, wore a strange expression as he watched their back-and-forth interaction.

He had originally worried there would be some tension between Wen Ruan and Xiao Jing, but he had not expected the atmosphere to be so harmonious. In fact, it was perhaps a little too harmonious.

The main thing was Xiao Jing. She acted as if she did not care at all.

Although he did not know this fair-skinned, rich, beautiful girlfriend particularly well, he knew she was actually quite smart.

She should be able to guess that there was something unusual about his relationship with Wen Ruan.

Was this what made a "little pervert" different from everyone else?

Looking at the mature, sexy Big Sister and the sweet, obedient Bai Fumei across from him, Tang Song's heart warmed, and he couldn't resist letting his thoughts wander.

As the conversation continued, the relationship between the two women seemed to grow even more harmonious.

Xiao Jing shifted closer until she was pressed right up against Wen Ruan, gently brushing her lower abdomen. "Wow, your Ab Crack is so pretty, and it's especially firm."

As she spoke, an excited smile appeared on her face.

"Hehe, it's alright." The corner of Wen Ruan's eye Twitched. She shifted back somewhat unnaturally, increasingly feeling that something was off about this little sister.

Sensing the strange atmosphere, Tang Song hurriedly spoke up and began discussing work related to Light and Shadow Media and Brocade Business with Wen Ruan.

Xiao Jing sat obediently beside them, chiming in from time to time, interacting intimately with Wen Ruan, then secretly watching Tang Song's reaction. She seemed to be enjoying this "triangle game."

As time passed, the interactions between the three became increasingly subtle.

Wen Ruan glanced at the watch on her wrist, stood up, adjusted her clothes, and said with a smile, "Alright, let's leave it at that for today. My colleagues should be done by now, so I need to go meet up with them."

"Okay, I'll walk you out." Tang Song stood as well and gave Wen Ruan a meaningful look.

Wen Ruan pretended not to see it. "No need. President Tang, you should handle your important business. I won't trouble you."

Tang Song took two steps forward and stood in front of her. "Seeing you out is important business."

Wen Ruan looked at the boyfriend she had missed so much, then glanced at Xiao Jing sitting there with shining eyes. The corner of her mouth rose involuntarily.

"Really, no need. Thank you, President Tang." As Wen Ruan spoke, she directly opened her arms and hugged Tang Song. She lightly kissed his cheek, her warm tongue gently brushing his skin with an almost imperceptible tease.

Xiao Jing had already provoked her in the corridor earlier, and now she truly could not hold back anymore.

After the brief kiss, Wen Ruan licked her lips, revealed a seductive smile, and lightly waved at them.

"Bye. You two take your time chatting."

With that, she walked out in light steps.

Watching her lush, curvy figure disappear through the doorway, recalling that charming kiss just now, Tang Song's breathing became slightly hurried.

At that moment, a sweet fragrance drew close.

Xiao Jing stood in front of him, blinking her bright, watery eyes at him.

Tang Song's heart skipped a beat. He quickly pulled his thoughts back, his voice slightly unnatural. "Xiao Jing, are we continuing?"

It was the first time he had exposed his scumbag nature before Xiao Jing, and he still felt rather guilty.

Hearing his words, Xiao Jing's cheeks flushed faintly. "Since I made a mistake, I naturally have to accept punishment."

She then turned around, faced away from Tang Song, lifted her skirt slightly, and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, Tang Song Gege!"

Tang Song drew a deep breath. Looking at the company goddess before him, whose contrast was beyond the sky, his emotions were completely stirred.

Sometimes it really wasn't his fault! He truly wasn't a pervert!

Xiao Jing was just far too interesting!

That afternoon.

In the quiet office, crisp sounds echoed.

Xiao Jing lightly bit her finger, low apologies slipping from her mouth.

Her cool, pale skin quickly turned bright red.

"Oh, right, Tang Song Gege, there's one more important matter that I decided on without discussing it with you. Please punish me for that too."

"What is it?"

"Because I performed exceptionally during training at Smiling Holdings, Director Jin took notice of me and specially transferred me to a position at Smiling Holdings."

"Oh?" Tang Song's movements paused. "Director Jin—"

"Mm, but don't worry. I was assigned to work at Tang Yi Precision's Yancheng branch, so I'll still be staying here." Xiao Jing twisted her hips. "Private Masay! I should have asked for your permission first about something so important. I'm sorry!"

The sounds resumed.

No one knew how much time passed.

Xiao Jing reclined against the sofa, breathing rapidly. An unusual flush covered her face as she pressed her legs tightly together.

Tang Song stroked her head and asked worriedly, "Xiao Jing, are you alright? Does it hurt?"

He had gotten a little too excited just now and accidentally used too much force. Xiao Jing's reaction had also been much stronger than before.

"I-I'm fine. I'm very good." Xiao Jing slowly rose from the sofa. "Tang Song Gege, a new Western Restaurant opened nearby. I already reserved a table. Shall we go eat there together tonight?"

"Mm, sure." Tang Song couldn't resist lightly kissing her forehead.

At first, he had gotten together with Xiao Jing purely because he coveted her body, along with the halo of her once being the company goddess.

However, after spending a long time together and getting to know her, he had grown fonder and fonder of her.

This fair-skinned, rich, beautiful girlfriend was simply too interesting. She was also so sensible and obedient, never lost her temper, and was incredibly easy and pleasant to be around.

To him, she truly was a perfect girlfriend.

"Then I'll go to the restroom first, and later I'll finish handling the work I have on hand." Xiao Jing blinked, her tone gentle yet playful.

"Okay, go ahead. I'll wait for you in the office."

Xiao Jing bit her lips, Looked up into Tang Song's eyes, and revealed a sweet smile.

In a soft, gentle whisper, she said, "Tang Song Gege, don't worry. I won't hold what happened between you and Sister Ruan Ruan against you."

As soon as she finished speaking, she rose On tiptoe and kissed the spot Wen Ruan had kissed earlier.

The gesture was both bold and ambiguous, as though she were asserting her claim, yet also as though she were indulging in a little flirtation between lovers.

"Bye bye." Xiao Jing waved and walked out in light steps.

After leaving the office, the sweet smile on Xiao Jing's face gradually faded.

She Took out her Mobile Phone, opened WeChat, and sent a message to her colleague Liu Huihui: "Hui Hui, our company works with Light and Shadow Media, right? Help me look into their company in detail, as well as their CEO."

Putting away her phone, a thoughtful look flashed through Xiao Jing's eyes.

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

To her, Xu Qing posed no real threat. She did not think Tang Song would abandon her in the future and marry Xu Qing instead.

That was why she could happily play around with Qing Qing.

But Wen Ruan was different. Not only had she taken the initiative to come to the company to see Tang Song, she had also behaved intimately with him right in front of her. Coupled with Wen Ruan's status, she was already a significant threat to Xiao Jing.

Of course, setting all that aside, she had a very good impression of Wen Ruan.

In a sense, Xiao Jing was truly someone obsessed with appearances.

Her fascination with Tang Song's hands, her admiration for Director Jin, and her intimacy with Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing were all based on that principle.

In her eyes, Wen Ruan was a very charming girl, and she also liked being close to this Big Sister.

At eight o'clock that evening.

The Bentley Continental slowly drove into the Underground Parking Lot of Shengyuan Jiajing.

After parking in the space, Tang Song carried a bouquet of flowers and walked into the Villa Basement.

Immediately afterward, he heard the sound of a movie playing inside.

After changing into Slippers and walking farther in, Wen Ruan came into view.

She was sitting in the middle of the sofa with her legs folded beneath her, a pile of snacks at her side, staring intently at the screen.

Her dark brown hair was casually tied into a ponytail, exposing her long, fair neck and alluring profile.

Under the dim lighting, her features were soft and captivating, Exuding the unique charm of a Mature woman.

"Sister Wen Ruan." Tang Song called out with a smile, holding the flowers out before her. "These are for you. You worked hard on your business trip to Shencheng. I really missed you."

Wen Ruan Glanced at him, accepted the blooming Tulips, brought them to her nose, and gently inhaled their scent. The corner of her mouth curved into a faint smile. "Thank you."

The Big Sister wore summer loungewear, her chest full and high, her thighs plump and lustrous.

From Tang Song's top-down angle, she was Full of mature feminine allure.

Noticing his heated gaze, a sly smile flashed through Wen Ruan's eyes.

She carefully placed the Tulips on the coffee table, then suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him in front of her.

"Huh? Sister Wen Ruan—" Before Tang Song could react, Wen Ruan had already begun undoing his belt.

"Shh—don't talk." Wen Ruan Lowered her voice, sounding slightly coquettish. "I've been waiting for you for so long."

Feeling the Big Sister's fiery enthusiasm, Tang Song's breathing quickened. He gently placed his hand on her thick Hair Strands and applied slight pressure.

Then Wen Ruan lowered her head and began telling him how difficult things had been for her in Shencheng.

Listening to her gentle words, Tang Song felt as if he were floating in the clouds.

The Big Sister truly knew how to be considerate. After he brought her flowers, not only was she not angry, she had even specially welcomed him in this way.

After a while, a burning sensation spread through him.

"Hiss—!" Tang Song's eyes flew wide open. He sucked in a sharp breath and froze stiff. "I'm saying, Big Sister! You didn't just eat spicy strips, did you?"

Wen Ruan looked up at him with an innocent expression, her words slightly muffled. "I just had a few packs of Konjac Shuang, the sour and spicy flavor. It was especially refreshing. How is it, Little Tang?"

"Holy crap!" Tang Song's face instantly turned green. No longer caring about any semblance of grace, he turned around and sprinted toward the Restroom.

Wen Ruan's clear laughter rang out behind him, accompanied by her teasing words. "Oh my, why are you running? I haven't had enough fun yet."

After grimacing through a thorough cleaning, Tang Song returned to the entertainment area in a fury.

He glared at Wen Ruan, who was still laughing herself silly on the sofa, and gritted out, "Zhuang Zhuang, you're finished! Get ready to take leave tomorrow!"

As he spoke, Tang Song pounced directly on her and tossed her top aside.

He still had seven Recovery Potions saved up. No matter what, tonight he would make Big Sister cry and apologize!

Wen Ruan raised her brows and tilted her head innocently. "What if I told you I'm on my menstrual period? How would you deal with that, sir?"

"Y-you..." The expression on Tang Song's face instantly froze, and the corner of his eye twitched.

"Hahaha—" Wen Ruan clutched her stomach and laughed for a while, her eyes full of mischief. "Just like Liu Qingning said, you really are an idiot."

Tang Song immediately caught on. He narrowed his eyes, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "You're completely done for! Not even immortals can save you tonight!"

Sensing his murderous aura, Wen Ruan shrank back and pretended to look pitiful. "What are you trying to do? Help, help!"

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

"Waaah— Take your paws off me!"

"Damn it, no!"

Feeling Big Sister's unique little kink, Tang Song's mood gradually rose, and the buff he had gotten from Xiao Xue

began to erupt.

In the basement, Wen Ruan's cries became increasingly realistic.

Magic City at night was ablaze with lights.

Neon reflected off the wet asphalt, refracting a hazy, dreamlike glow.

A black Bentley slowly pulled up by the roadside. The door opened gently, and Su Yu, dressed in a dark green evening gown, gracefully took a seat inside.

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

The door shut softly, cutting off the clamorous voices outside and the pursuit of flashing cameras.

She casually set her black handbag studded with tiny diamonds on the seat, her slender fingers gently smoothing the folds at the front of her dress.

The starlight ceiling lamps poured down their light, making her exposed skin look as translucent as congealed cream.

The Bentley slowly pulled away, joining the nighttime traffic under the escort of bodyguards and assistants.

Su Yu leaned against the Chair Back. The line of her high bridge of the nose was crisp and elegant, while her lips resembled cherry blossoms blooming in early spring,

full and delicate.

"Sister Yu, President Mo contacted you during the event." Zhen Yu, the assistant seated in the front passenger seat, spoke softly, her tone carrying a trace of caution.

Su Yu's tone was calm. "What was it about?"

"It's about Bei Yuwei. President Mo sent it directly to your private WeChat." Zhen Yu handed over the Mobile Phone.

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

Mo Xiangwan's messages came into view.

Sister Xiang Wan: "Bei Yuwei contacted me tonight. During the filming of the movie, she was harassed by the producer and subjected to unfair competition."

Sister Xiang Wan: "Also, she sent me a photo. That's why I felt it was necessary to inform you."

Sister Xiang Wan: Group Photo.jpg

Su Yu's gaze lingered on the screen for a moment before she opened the photo.

Her originally languid posture instantly stiffened.

It was a selfie. In the image,

Bei Yuwei leaned slightly forward, her lips lightly pressed against Tang Song's. Their pose looked exceptionally intimate.

Su Yu's amber eyes narrowed slightly. Her lips tightened into a straight line, and a faint chill appeared in her expression.

The car fell into a brief silence.

Zhen Yu caught sight of Su Yu's expression in the rearview mirror, and her heart tightened. "Sister Yu, do you need me to contact President Mo and learn more about the situation?"

Su Yu did not answer right away. Her gaze remained fixed on the phone screen, as though she were considering something.

After a moment, she put away the phone. Her tone was indifferent yet beyond question. "No need. I'll handle this myself."

Zhen Yu nodded and closed her mouth, a flicker of concern passing through her eyes.

She had followed Su Yu for many years and knew that Su Yu's mood at a time like this was far from as calm as she appeared.

The Bentley continued through the night, neon lights flowing past the windows like water.

Su Yu, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke. "Tell me about Bei Yuwei's current situation."

Zhen Yu hurriedly said, "Bei Yuwei is currently in Wushan City, on the set of Snowy Night Clearing. She's a supporting actress, so she doesn't have many scenes. Her next leading role, The End of the Song, is scheduled to begin filming in October..."

She continued speaking, recounting one by one the information she had gathered in advance.

Su Yu's fingertips lightly brushed over the photo as she murmured softly, "Very good, Bei Yuwei."