Xiao Xue's Importance Lies in Participation

Yanjing Sky City, large single-level apartment.

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut.

A man and a woman embraced each other tightly, perfectly in sync.

"Huffing and puffing—"

Zhao Yachian was panting heavily, her long legs wrapped in black stockings surrounding him, her sexy and hot body was particularly attractive.

She raised her head, pressed her delicate nose against his lips, and said affectionately, "Brother Song, your breath smells so good, I love it."

Tang Song kissed her cheek, feeling her infinitely beautiful curves.

"Ah~" Zhao Yachian exclaimed, her whole body tensing up.

After a while, she whispered in her boyfriend's ear, "My period started on April 29th last month. These few days are definitely my safe period, so it's okay if it happens a few more times."

"So thoughtful!" Tang Song took a deep breath, took a moment to pull her hand out from under her skirt, and pressed the close button for the electric curtains.

The faint red glow outside the window grew narrower and narrower until it gradually disappeared.

The entire living room was illuminated only by soft Mood Lighting, making the air feel almost scorching.

The 19-year-old beautician greedily savored her boyfriend's skin texture, her soul gradually drifting away, her face filled with intoxication and debauchery.

"Squeak—" Tang Song carried Zhao Yachian to the sofa, and the two of them became entangled face to face.

A soft rustling sound filled the quiet living room.

Zhao Yachian bit her moist lips, her breathing rapid, and said, "Brother Song, I think Xiao Xue really likes these stockings. They're Balenciaga, it's such a waste to tear them up. How about we do it another day?"

Tang Song smiled and exerted slight force with both hands.

"Sizzle—" The fair and delicate skin contrasted sharply with the sheer black stockings.

Zhao Yachian exclaimed in surprise and quickly said, "Brother Song, let me take off my shirt and pencil skirt first, in case they get dirty later."

She still remembered how her boyfriend behaved last time; if he had left any marks on it, she really wouldn't have been able to explain it to Xiao Xue.

Tang Song slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "No need to take it off. Ask her later how much this outfit cost and just give her double the price."

"Okay," Zhao Yachian could only Mo Mo apologize to Xiao Xue, after all, she had made a good promise when she borrowed the clothes, and now she had to break her word.

However, having received so much today, it would be unreasonable if she couldn't even fulfill this small request from her boyfriend.

When you go shopping on the weekend, you could give Xiao Xue a luxury gift to make up for it.

Zhao Yachian, who was deep in thought, suddenly trembled and her eyes became unfocused.

"Alright, Qianqian, the living room is big enough, let's play basketball together."

"Okay." As a novice player, Zhao Yachian was very adventurous and eager to try.

A moment later.

"Brother Song, you have no sportsmanship! You actually tried to steal the initiative at the start!"

"Waaaaah—"

It's a pity there were no referees at the game, otherwise there would definitely have been a "Dudu beep" whistle.

The scene became chaotic.

Tang Song played multiple positions: power forward, small forward, point guard, and shooting guard.

A direct drive, a layup, and a powerful dunk!

He suppressed Zhao Yachian fiercely.

The setting sun, like blood, gradually sank below the horizon, leaving a lingering afterglow on the sky.

The colors in the sky shifted and changed in a mesmerizing way, from orange-red to deep blue, and then to profound black.

Lights began to illuminate every corner of the city, like twinkling stars in the night sky.

In the dimly lit bedroom of Yanjing Huating.

Slender, long arms dangled from the bed, radiating a faint sheen, their delicate manicures making intimate contact with the wooden floor.

Lin Mu Xue, still wearing a little dress and high heels, lay on the bed with red eyes and biting her lower lip hard.

Images of him getting out of the car kept flashing before my eyes.

A white Bentley Continental GT, a handsome and dashing young man, and Patek Philippe inlaid with diamonds.

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It turns out that the watch was genuine.

Lin Mu Xue trembled and sat up from the bed.

I turned on the nightlight by my bedside, looked around, and stared blankly for a while before I remembered something.

Stepping out of the bedroom, I opened my Dior Bag and finally found my Mobile Phone inside.

There are already dozens of unread messages on WeChat.

As a popular woman, and with such an outstanding persona.

Her WeChat was naturally full of suitors and admirers.

Every day I receive a lot of greetings, weather forecasts, and sentimental messages.

In addition, there were messages from some colleagues and friends.

Lin Mu Xue swiped down several pages with her slender, fair fingers, finally finding that familiar yet unfamiliar name.

The profile picture is an anime character, nicknamed "Tang Song".

Open the chat window.

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Tang Song: "Good evening. I didn't see you at the business meeting tonight?"

Lin Mu Xue: "I'm only responsible for signing in; I won't participate in the subsequent cocktail party."

Tang Song: "Okay, fine. You're an employee of Rongxin Venture Capital, so you should be working on the 19th floor of Yunxi Building, right?"

Lin Mu Xue: "Hmm, I'm a little sleepy. Get some rest. Goodnight."

Lin Mu Xue scratched her hair hard.

I thought of a few points that Zhao Yachian mentioned during lunch.

She met her boyfriend at a hair salon. He wasn't particularly outstanding at the time, but she later found out he was very wealthy. They had just had a deep conversation a couple of days ago, and he immediately promised to support her for the rest of her life.

I could have done it too!

A young and handsome boyfriend, a $100 million trust, $14 million in annual maintenance fees, luxury cars, a large apartment, charity galas, private jets, international Fashion Week, and luxury cruise ships.

Lin Mu Xue's vision blurred instantly, and she burst into tears, burying her face in her hands.

Regret, like a venomous snake, clung tightly to her.

The opportunity she had always dreamed of finally came to her, but she watched it slip away right before her eyes, and it was with a boy she had feelings for.

After a while, the crying gradually stopped.

Lin Mu Xue kicked off her high heels, washed her face which was smeared with dirt, and collapsed onto the soft bed.

"Ding-dong—" The WeChat notification sound rang on my Mobile Phone.

However, she had no interest in looking at it.

"Ding-dong—" It rang again.

She raised her head, a few strands of long, black hair still clinging to the corner of her lips.

I casually picked up my Mobile Phone and glanced at it, my eyes widening slightly.

Yi Sha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: "Xiao Xue, how much did you pay for this outfit I'm wearing today?"

Yi Sha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: "I'm so sorry, darling, I accidentally got your clothes dirty. I'll pay for them, and you can buy me a new outfit, okay?"

"Did it get dirty?" Several images flashed through Lin Mu Xue's mind instantly.

After hesitating for a moment, she replied, "It's okay, I'll just wash it. After all, I've worn it for a while now."

If it were the Tang Song dynasties, she wouldn't mind.

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After a while.

Yi Sha Beauty Salon - Qianqian: "Um, I'll still compensate you. My boyfriend accidentally broke it. Honey, can you calculate the total cost of the shirt, pencil skirt, and stockings?"

Did you break it?

Lin Mu Xue was stunned for a moment, then felt a pang of heartache.

Although she has many clothes, she only owns a few truly luxurious items.

To curry favor with Zhao Yachian, she also put on a show of her own power.

Then, several more violent images flashed through my mind.

Torn stockings, a lifted pencil skirt, an open shirt.

The thought that those were still her own clothes made her shiver and her body feel slightly hot.

What's with this inexplicable sense of participation?

However, in that case, the clothes are indeed ruined.

She bit her lip and replied, "I bought it two months ago. Let's call it secondhand, it'll cost 6,000 yuan."

After sending the message, her eyes flickered, and she changed her WeChat nickname to "Qianqian".

After a moment, "Buzzing—"

Qianqian: "Transfer: 20,000.00 yuan, please accept payment."

Qianqian: "I remember you said this Prada costs over ten thousand, plus Balenciaga stockings, let's say twenty thousand. Sorry, Xiao Xue."

Looking at the four bright zeros following the 2, Lin Mu Xue pursed her lips, feeling both delighted and jealous.

Her outfit cost around 12,000 to 13,000 yuan.

The beautician looked pained when she treated me to Western food at noon, but now she's transferred 20,000 yuan to me without hesitation.

It's definitely different now!

This is what Canary earning millions a year looks like!

She was so envious her teeth ached.

Clicking to receive payment and seeing the number 10,000, tears welled up in my eyes again.

It's less than 1000 yuan per day.

After wiping away her tears, Lin Mu Xue hesitated for a moment before sending a voice call invitation.

I've accepted the money, but to maintain a good relationship with my sister, I should still be polite.

The call invitation was sent a while ago, and just as she was about to hang up, it was finally answered.

A dry, hoarse voice came from the other Zhao Yachian: "Hey, Xiao Xue."

Lin Mu Xue was startled and asked nervously, "Qianqian, are you alright?"

According to her understanding, normal lovemaking doesn't take too long.

It's amazing that they could turn such a young and energetic girl like Qianqian into this state.

Could they be playing a alphabet game?!

Earning a multi-million dollar annual salary is really not easy!

Zhao Yachian took a sip of water and said weakly, "I'm fine. I'm sorry, Xiao Xue, I ruined your clothes."

Lin Mu Xue said softly, "It's okay. Actually, this outfit doesn't cost that much. I'll keep the extra money and give you a Dior bracelet later."

With her high emotional intelligence, she naturally knew how to quickly build a close relationship with Zhao Yachian.

By owing each other favors, the friendship naturally deepens through these exchanges.

"Thank you, Xiao Xue. I'll give you a gift when you go shopping with me this weekend." Zhao Yachian smiled happily.

The two chatted for a few more minutes and agreed on a time and place.

"That's settled then, I won't disturb your rest any longer."

Goodbye, Xiao Xue.

Lin Mu Xue gently said "Bye-bye" and was about to hang up when she heard Zhao Yachian's exclamation from the receiver.

Then came another series of chaotic and strange noises.

"This..." Lin Mu Xue was dumbfounded. She originally wanted to hang up the voice call, but in the end she couldn't help but turn on the speakerphone.

Listening to Tang Song and Zhao Yachian's voices inside, she felt dizzy.

Lin Mu Xue is probably really sick.

He tossed and turned in bed, his face flushed.

This sadness came out of nowhere.

Tears soaked the two pillows on the bedside table.

One is hers, and the other is hers too.