Tipsy, Pinky Promise, the Legendary Jin Meixiao

Noticing his gaze, Gao Mengting turned her head and asked casually, "Have you put your luggage away?"

"Mm." Tang Song nodded lightly, walked over to her side, and naturally sat down on the bed.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll be done soon." Gao Mengting smiled gently and continued packing.

"No rush. Take your time."

Tang Song quietly looked over her soft, graceful figure, a gentle smile on his face.

Before they knew it, the atmosphere had become somewhat intimate.

Cheng Qiuqiu quietly closed the door and stepped aside, unconsciously twisting her hands together, looking a little awkward.

At that moment, she deeply felt that she was getting in the way.

After putting the belongings she would not need for the time being back into the suitcase, Gao Mengting clapped her hands. "Done!"

Tang Song stood up and blinked with a smile. "The temperature outside is really pleasant right now. It'd be a waste not to go for a walk, don't you think?"

"Fine. Since I'm the Local Snake, I'll reluctantly show you around." Gao Mengting pursed her lips and smiled, then looked at Qiu Qiu standing in the corner. "Qiu Qiu, do you want to come with us?"

After all, they were staying together. It would be inappropriate not to ask.

"No." Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, lowering her gaze. "I'm not feeling very well. I'm a little tired, so I'll lie down here for a while."

"Mm, then we'll get going. Rest well. There's boiled water over there."

Gao Mengting took a light jacket from the hanger and put it on, slipped her Mobile Phone into her pocket, and gave Tang Song a "GO" gesture.

At this time of year, Crow Mountain's nighttime temperature was only around fifteen or sixteen degrees. With the Sea breeze, it was actually a little chilly.

Tang Song glanced at Qiu Qiu, nodded to her, and walked out of the room.

With a soft bang, the door closed.

The hallway lighting was soft and tranquil as the two of them headed briskly toward the elevators.

Gao Mengting turned slightly toward him and asked with concern, "You barely ate anything on the train. Aren't you hungry? Want me to take you to get something to eat?"

"No. I ate a lot for breakfast and lunch, so I eat less at night."

Gao Mengting asked curiously, "Is it to lose weight and stay in shape? Come to think of it, when we first met, you were a little heavier than you are now."

"Hehe, that's exactly why." Tang Song leaned closer and whispered, "I'll let you in on a secret. I have eight Abdominal Muscles now, and my Mermaid Line is starting to take shape too."

Gao Mengting covered her mouth and laughed. "You're bragging."

Tang Song raised his brows. "Why would I lie to you? How about you come to my room tonight, and I'll show you."

Hearing that, Gao Mengting instinctively glanced at his lower abdomen. A deep blush rose to her face. "Get lost. I will not fall for that."

Although she didn't know whether Tang Song really had eight-pack abs, his body was indeed very good.

In fact, she often had erotic dreams because the physical allure this partner gave her was simply too strong.

It was sexual attraction rooted at the genetic level.

"Then do you want to touch them now?" Tang Song lightly brushed against her hand.

Gao Mengting bit her lips and immediately changed the subject. "The elevator's here. Get in quickly. Be careful, we might run into colleagues later."

Their relationship had not been made public at the company.

Mainly because she was afraid it would reflect badly on them.

After all, most companies did not support employees dating one another. As bosses, they could not set an example by fooling around.

The Elevator Door slowly closed, and the cramped space immediately fell quiet.

Tang Song stood beside her, his gaze resting on her profile in a barely perceptible manner.

Gao Mengting seemed to sense his gaze. She tilted her head slightly away and pretended to focus on the changing floor numbers.

An indescribably intimate air filled the space, making even their breathing unusually clear.

A hand suddenly caressed her waist, long warm fingers resting where her waist met her hips.

An indescribable palpitation made Gao Mengting tremble slightly, but she did not say anything.

With a ding, the elevator suddenly stopped on the eleventh floor.

Gao Mengting hurriedly shifted to the side, pretending to lower her head and organize her Hair Strands.

Several colleagues from the operations department then appeared at the elevator entrance.

"President Tang! President Gao!" "President Tang!"

"Hello, are you going out for fun?" Gao Mengting greeted them gracefully, her hands hanging in front of her.

"Mm-hm, we're going out to see the sea."

"And get some barbecue."

The elevator continued downward and eventually came to a slow stop on the hotel's First Floor.

With a soft, sweet smile on her face, Gao Mengting was just about to walk out when her butt was lightly patted.

When she turned around, she met Tang Song's teasing gaze.

A private little flirtation known only to the two of them began to spread beneath the warm lighting. Gao Mengting's face instantly turned scorching hot. She could not help poking him with a finger before hurrying out.

After saying goodbye to their colleagues in the lobby,

Tang Song pointed in a direction. "There's a lounge over there. Let's go have a couple of drinks. There must be lots of colleagues over at the beach right now."

Gao Mengting pretended not to understand what he meant. "Isn't it better if there are colleagues around? The more people, the livelier it is."

"Listen to me. Come on, Local Snake."

Gao Mengting muttered something under her breath and followed after him "reluctantly."

In the cozy, romantic lobby lounge,

dim yellow light spilled across the wooden tables and chairs, creating a soft atmosphere.

Beyond the window lay the sea under the night sky, its rippling surface gleaming silver-white beneath the moonlight.

There were not many people in the lounge at this hour.

The two chose seats by the window.

Tang Song opened a chair and gestured for Gao Mengting to sit. "What would you like to drink?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it's not too strong." Gao Mengting looked around with curiosity in her eyes.

She had hardly ever been to places like bars or nightclubs. At most, she had had some beer with friends.

Tang Song scanned the drink menu, then smiled at the waiter beside him. "Please bring my lover a Mojito."

His voice was magnetic, with a hint of a singer's cadence when he spoke, making it especially pleasant to hear.

Gao Mengting's hand tightened, her gaze turning flustered. "Hey, what are you doing? Can you be serious?"

After coming here, she could clearly feel that Tang Song was more relaxed and more aggressive than he had been in Yancheng.

Although she was not the least bit opposed to it and was even a little pleased, she still had to maintain some reserve.

Tang Song smiled, then ordered himself a whiskey on the rocks.

Only after the waiter left did he turn his bright eyes toward his partner. "I think I'm being very serious."

Gao Mengting shifted her gaze slightly aside, her face red. "Then who was it that just patted my... butt?"

Tang Song shook a finger and said seriously, "I have to correct you. That was called caressing, not patting."

"You—" Gao Mengting stammered for a moment, then kicked him under the table, a hint of reproach in her eyes.

"Smooth talker!"

"Then do you want a taste?"

"No!"

Soon, the waiter brought over the two drinks.

Tang Song pushed the Mojito in front of Gao Mengting and smiled. "Try it. See if you like it."

Gao Mengting picked up the emerald-green cocktail and gently inhaled its fresh mint fragrance.

She took a sip. The cool liquor, carrying a faint sweetness and the scent of mint, instantly spread through her mouth.

She nodded in satisfaction. "Mm, not bad."

Tang Song picked up his whiskey and lightly clinked her glass. "Come on, cheers."

"Cheers."

The drinks swirled in their glasses.

The sound of waves drifted in softly from outside the window, mingling with the lounge's gentle music and creating a relaxed, pleasant atmosphere.

Gao Mengting's initially reserved posture gradually relaxed. Her whole body exuded a captivatingly languid air as she smiled and continued the unfinished conversation they had started on the High-Speed Rail.

Their gazes occasionally met, and a subtle affection hung in the air.

Perhaps the Mojito really suited her taste, because Gao Mengting ordered another.

As the alcohol gradually went to her head, her Cheeks began to flush, but her eyes became even brighter.

By the time they left the bar, it was already rather late.

As she walked, Gao Mengting softly hummed an unknown folk song, her voice so gentle that it seemed like she was talking to herself.

The two passed through the Shangri-La Hotel and arrived at the coastline.

The Sea breeze blew softly, carrying the chill of an early autumn night and stirring their Hair Strands and clothes.

The fine, soft sand beneath their feet sank slightly with every step, coolness seeping up through their soles.

Moonlight spilled over the shimmering sea, flashing with the rise and fall of the waves.

Gao Mengting pulled up the zipper of her jacket and continued speaking softly.

Her voice was gentle and slightly languid, as though every word was wrapped in the tenderness of the night.

One moment, she envisioned the bright future of Songmei Clothing; the next, she talked with him about "Pride and Prejudice" and "Norwegian Wood."

Her alcohol tolerance really was poor. After walking for a while, the liquor had caught up with her, and she was already a little tipsy.

A faint blush colored her Cheeks, and her gaze had turned soft and dreamy.

With both hands behind her back, she stepped lightly across the soft beach, a faint smile on her lips.

At times, she kicked up a small spray of sand;

at times, she suddenly crouched down and drew a tiny pattern in the sand with her finger;

at times, she bent down to pick up a seashell and told Tang Song its story;

Moonlight fell over her, outlining a soft, vivid silhouette.

Watching her like this, Tang Song kept a faint smile on his face.

In a sense, this partner of his was a true idealist.

There was an innocence and liveliness about her.

She harbored immense passion for her career, the future, love, and friendship.

She was like a Literary Young Woman who had stepped out of a book, possessing both an idealist's romance and a realist's resilience.

Anyone who came into contact with her could feel that indescribable charm.

Before they knew it, the two had reached the southern end of the beach.

Gao Mengting suddenly stopped, looked down at the ground, and tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Partner, I've always felt that relationships between people are like footprints on the beach. When the waves come, the footprints get washed away and fade. Take my old classmates and friends, for example. We keep in touch less and less now."

She Looked up at him, her tone carrying a hint of sadness. "How long do you think our footprints can remain?"

Looking at her like this, Tang Song felt a softness rise within him. He said seriously, "Of course, forever."

A brilliant smile appeared on Gao Mengting's face. She held out the little finger of her right hand. "You said it. Come on, pinky promise."

Tang Song held out his hand and gently hooked his little finger around hers. "Pinky promise."

Gao Mengting gently swung their linked little fingers and said in a tipsy voice, "Pinky promise, hang ourselves from the hook, no changing for a hundred years!"

"Alright, no changing for a hundred years."

The salty, damp Sea breeze carried her fragrance into Tang Song's nose.

Their gazes intertwined in the night.

Tang Song leaned forward and slowly moved closer.

Gao Mengting did not dodge. She only gently closed her eyes.

Tang Song softly covered her lips with his, tender and delicate.

Gao Mengting's breathing caught slightly as she returned his kiss.

Tang Song cupped her face, his fingers holding in place the Hair Strands scattered by the wind.

The wet sounds of their mouths mingled with the sound of the waves.

Their breaths quickened, lips and teeth brushing together.

Palpitation enveloped them both.

Light and land aligned; the moon and sea were romantic.

The world gradually fell silent.

Tonight's memories carried the taste of seawater.

With a ding, the elevator slowly opened on the nineteenth floor.

The hallway was very quiet, with only their footsteps softly echoing over the plush carpet.

When they reached the door, Gao Mengting lowered her head to search through her bag for her key card. Her Cheeks were faintly red from being tipsy, and her eyes were somewhat dreamy.

Tang Song stood behind her and suddenly called softly, "Meng Ting."

"Mm?" Gao Mengting turned around in a daze, her voice languid and her words already a little slurred. "What is it?"

"I don't know how to use the hotel kettle. Can you teach me?"

Gao Mengting did not notice anything strange. With a foolish smile, she waved a hand. "So stupid. Fine, I'll teach you."

There was a touch of indulgence in her voice, as though she were humoring a child.

The lock opened with a beep, and Gao Mengting stepped into the room.

With a bang, Tang Song casually shut the door behind them. The room instantly fell pitch-black, with only the lights from outside filtering through the curtains and casting mottled shadows across the floor.

Gao Mengting said softly, "It's so dark. Insert the key card first and turn on the power."

Her voice was gentle and slightly muddled from the alcohol, yet she still retained her usual delicacy and sensitivity.

"No rush." Tang Song smiled, then suddenly hugged her soft, sexy body from behind, gently holding her waist with both hands as he lowered his head to kiss her neck.

Gao Mengting's body stiffened slightly as she felt the intense presence behind her, along with his hard abdominal muscles pressed tightly against her waist and hips.

Her heartbeat suddenly quickened, and she said in a trembling voice, "What are you doing? Don't get handsy."

There was a hint of panic in her tone, yet she did not truly struggle free with any force.

"I want to feel your heartbeat." Tang Song's hands slowly moved upward, his voice gentle.

Gao Mengting hurriedly grabbed his wrist, her voice so low it was almost inaudible. "It's almost eleven already. I'm exhausted, and I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Then sleep here."

"N-No, how could I?" Gao Mengting licked her dry lips, her heart feeling as though it were about to leap out of her chest.

Tang Song kissed her earlobe. "Just for a little while, okay?"

Gao Mengting's face reddened in the darkness. The alcohol left her dazed, and her hand gradually relaxed. "We agreed, just a little while. Hurry up."

She and Tang Song had not actually had much experience with intimate contact. The most they had ever done was in the Wuling Hongguang, after which she had spring dreams for an entire week.

Having received his partner's permission, Tang Song's long, gentle fingers lightly pushed aside her cropped T-shirt and brushed across her delicate, soft skin.

He felt her violently pounding heart.

In the quiet room, Gao Mengting let out a startled cry.

"Tang Song! How can you put your hand in there?!"

Tang Song reminded her softly, "There are other colleagues on the nineteenth floor. They'll hear us."

"You! You big pervert!" Gao Mengting's voice was shy and low, trembling unmistakably.

Tang Song breathed in the fragrance from between her hair strands, earnestly savoring the beauty of truth.

After a moment.

"Let go, that's enough!"

"Hey! You said it would only be for a little while!"

"Are you trying to go back on your word? How can you—ah!"

Gao Mengting tried to dodge, but her slight struggles only made him burn hotter.

After a while, her entire body went limp. She forcefully broke free and said breathlessly, "You didn't keep your word."

In the darkness, her cheeks were stained crimson from the alcohol and embarrassment.

Tang Song gave a light laugh. "Don't be angry. I'll let you pat my abdominal muscles, and we'll call it even, okay?"

"No." Gao Mengting lightly punched his lower abdomen. "Tomorrow, you can watch the sunrise by yourself. I'm going with Qiu Qiu."

With that, Gao Mengting lowered her head, opened the door, and hurried into the room next door.

The instant the sound of the door closing rang out, Tang Song could not help laughing aloud, savoring the sensation from just now.

A little after five in the morning.

Accompanied by a bank card deposit notification, Tang Song sat up in bed.

He took a deep breath of the crisp air and felt completely refreshed, his mood lifted.

He washed his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, changed into a team-building T-shirt and jeans, then threw on a casual shirt.

After thinking for a moment, he put on Tang Song's Glasses and took his Hasselblad 2D mirrorless camera.

He checked the time, opened the door, and walked out.

The moment he stepped out, he saw his partner standing in the hallway with a conflicted expression.

She wore the same team-building T-shirt, jeans, and White Shirt jacket. She looked neat, energetic, and as though they were wearing matching couple outfits.

Their eyes met. Gao Mengting froze for a moment, then turned around and walked toward the elevators with her back to him.

"The sun rises at six, but we'd better get there thirty minutes early."

There was no discernible emotion in her voice, but her steps were much lighter than usual.

Tang Song smiled and strode after her.

At this hour, the sky was still very dim.

They occasionally ran into colleagues who had also gotten up early to watch the sunrise.

Gao Mengting wore an open, gentle smile and proactively greeted them, clearly in an excellent mood.

Following Gao Mengting's footsteps, Tang Song slowly walked along the wooden boardwalk until they reached a viewing platform with an expansive view. The sea was still shrouded in night, and all they could hear was the sound of waves crashing one after another.

As the eastern horizon gradually turned pale, a thread of dawn quietly pierced the darkness.

Tang Song raised his camera, adjusted the angle, aimed it at Gao Mengting as she gazed into the distance, and shouted, "Look over here!"

Hearing him, Gao Mengting turned around. The first ray of sunlight happened to fall across her profile, outlining it with a soft golden rim.

"Click—" The shutter sounded, freezing the scene in that moment.

The glowing red sun slowly rose above the horizon.

Its dazzling light tore across the vast sky, illuminating the entire world.

In an instant, sky and sea became one.

Nine in the morning.

Yancheng, Oasis Garden Residential Area.

"Knock, knock, knock—" The sound of knocking rang out.

"Coming, coming!" Qian Guixiang hurriedly set down the rag in her hand and opened the door.

A man and a woman immediately walked in.

Qian Guixiang greeted them warmly, "Pingshun, Xiao Lei, you're here."

Wen Ruan, who was reviewing documents on the sofa, looked up and smiled. "Brother Pingshun, sister-in-law."

"Uncle, Wen Ruan." Wen Pingshun and his girlfriend Qiao Lei smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Qian Guixiang took Qiao Lei's hand and said, "Oh, you two, it's enough that you came. Why bring anything?"

Wen Pingshun set the two gift boxes in his hands aside and said sheepishly, "It's nothing expensive, just some snow pears and Sour Jujube Juice."

"Thank you, Brother and Sister-in-law." Wen Ruan put down the documents in her hand, got up, and welcomed them in. "Come sit down. Don't stand at the door."

The two sat down on the sofa and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Wen Pingshun took out an invitation and handed it over. "Wen Ruan, Xiao Lei and I are getting married in a while. If you have time, come with Uncle. If you're busy, then forget it."

"Wow, congratulations!" Wen Ruan accepted the invitation and said with a bright smile, "Don't worry, I'll definitely be there."

Hearing this, Wen Pingshun and Qiao Lei exchanged eye contact, excitement appearing on both their faces. "Great, thank you, Wen Ruan."

Wen Pingshun had not held much hope to begin with. Wen Ruan was simply too busy, but he could not go against his father's wishes, who had insisted that he come by and ask.

He had not expected it to work.

Wen Ruan's status within the entire family was now unmatched. She was also the president of a major company and the owner of the printing factory. Her attendance would add tremendous prestige to the whole wedding banquet.

Wen Ruan opened the invitation and gave it a glance, asking in surprise, "Why did you choose this place for the wedding banquet? I remember Taihui Hotel's banquet hall isn't very large, is it?"

Wen Pingshun said somewhat embarrassedly, "The day we're getting married is an auspicious day, and it's also a holiday. Too many people are getting married, so all the suitable hotels were booked out half a year in advance."

Qiao Lei added quietly, "Mostly, it was because we were in too much of a rush. We weren't prepared beforehand."

They had not originally intended to get married so soon. After all, Wen Pingshun had lost his job before.

But now that Wen Ruan had taken over the printing factory and upgraded it, Wen Pingshun, being a college graduate, had transferred to a technical position and received a substantial raise.

He now had a stable, well-paying job, and his girlfriend's family approved of him as well.

But because everything had been rushed, they could not find a suitable hotel.

Wen Ruan thought for a moment and said, "How about I help you find one?"

A look of delighted surprise appeared on Qiao Lei's face. "Can you?"

This was the major event of her life, after all. If possible, she naturally hoped to switch to a better venue.

"Of course." Wen Ruan said casually, "Lanfeng International Hotel has reserved banquet halls. All I need to do is make a call."

"Uh..." Wen Pingshun and Qiao Lei exchanged a look, their faces reddening slightly. "Wouldn't that be a little too expensive?"

They had never considered holding their wedding at such a luxurious Five-Star Hotel. But judging from the prices they had looked up online, it was clearly beyond what they could afford.

Wen Ruan shook her head. "Don't worry about the price. It'll definitely be within what you can accept."

Wen Pingshun stammered, "Th-This is too much trouble for you. Taihui Hotel is actually fine. We're okay with it."

Qiao Lei opened her mouth, but she still could not bring herself to say anything.

Once money was involved, many things could easily become complicated.

They also felt awkward about having Wen Ruan owe someone a favor on their behalf.

Seeing their concerns, Wen Ruan pursed her lips and gave a light laugh, her tone playful. "You might not know this yet, but my boyfriend owns Lanfeng International Hotel."

"Ah!" Wen Pingshun and Qiao Lei looked shocked, both stunned for a moment.

Qian Guixiang, hearing this news for the first time, was startled too, a flush of excitement rising to her face.

As a local, she naturally knew Lanfeng International Hotel. She had simply never imagined that it was her son-in-law's property.

"So, you really don't need to worry about the price." Wen Ruan's eyes curved in a smile. "Consider it a wedding gift from Tang Song and me."

Wen Pingshun was left speechless. It took him a long while to come to his senses, and he waved his hands repeatedly. "This is too valuable! We... we really—"

Wen Ruan waved her hand indifferently. "Don't refuse. It's no trouble at all for me. Oh, you haven't taken your wedding photos yet, right? Our company works with a photography studio, and the results are absolutely first-rate. I'll mention it later."

Wen Pingshun looked at his familiar cousin, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

He suddenly realized what it meant to have a Big Shot relative like this.

No wonder the elders in the family treated Wen Ruan with such respect and flattery.

After seeing off Wen Pingshun and Qiao Lei, who had thanked her profusely, Qian Guixiang shut the door hard.

Taking her daughter's hand, she asked excitedly, "Oh my! Ruan Ruan, does Lanfeng International Hotel really belong to Tang Song? Why have I never heard you mention it before?"

As Wen Ruan organized the cups on the table, she shrugged, the corner of her mouth holding a helpless yet amused expression. "Saying it out loud would make it sound like I was showing off. Besides, there's no need to tell everyone about something like that."

Qian Guixiang could not help glaring at her. "You child, you're just too low-key. Something this huge, and you didn't even tell your mother. If Pingshun and the others hadn't come today, I'd still be in the dark!"

Wen Ruan gave a light laugh without responding, merely carrying the empty cups from the table into the kitchen.

Qian Guixiang seemed to suddenly remember something. Her eyes lit up as she followed her to the kitchen door. "Oh, right, Ruan Ruan, your Grandmother's birthday is coming up soon. Can you arrange something then? Book a nicer place so our whole family can have a lively meal together."

Wen Ruan leaned her head out from the kitchen, glanced at her, and said casually, "Mom, don't worry. These are all small matters, there's no need to mention them specially. I'll arrange everything in advance when the time comes."

She had vaguely become the family's true leader. Among relatives on both sides of the family, she was the one who could genuinely make decisions.

Many matters were specifically brought to her for her opinion.

Qian Guixiang nodded in satisfaction and continued chattering out a few more reminders. Wen Ruan checked the time. "I have something to do, so I won't be home for lunch."

"Okay, okay! Drive carefully."

Wen Ruan stood up, organized her belongings, and took a light-colored suit jacket from the wardrobe to put on.

She took the elevator directly down to B2.

She got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

As a low, powerful roar sounded, the black Audi RS6 slowly drove out of the Underground Parking Lot.

Sunlight streamed through the windshield into the car, highlighting her slightly solemn yet still charming profile.

Over twenty minutes later, the car came to a steady stop outside the TC Private Club.

It was located in a secluded area beyond Yancheng's eastern ring road. There was no conspicuous sign at the entrance, only a brass plaque engraved with the letters "TC" embedded in a black marble wall.

The entire building looked utterly understated from the outside, yet it exuded an indescribable air of luxury.

After getting out of the car, Wen Ruan stood where she was and examined the building before her.

A thoughtful look flashed through her eyes. Shangguan Qiuya had suddenly invited her here for a SPA and a meal without explaining the reason, which left her vaguely uneasy.

After all, the other party was Director Jin's assistant. With how mysterious she was being, it was most likely connected to Director Jin.

Unlike a celebrity like Su Yu, Director Jin was a true business giant, someone standing at the top of the global pyramid.

Just hearing her name was enough to make one feel immense pressure and impact.

Wen Ruan did not even dare imagine it—if Director Jin really had that kind of relationship with Tang Song.

What sort of mindset and bearing would she need to face her in the future?

Would she force her to leave Tang Song?

It was not as though she could really do what Su Yu had said and use her physical strength to ruthlessly suppress the other party, was it?

ε=('.*))) Sigh, life wasn't easy. Zhuang Zhuang sighed.

When she had first started going on blind dates, she had truly only wanted to find a man who matched her preferences and kinks, then settle down and get married.

Who would have thought things would come to this?

She walked through the Main Door of the club.

A faint aroma of essential oils permeated the air, involuntarily relaxing her.

After she gave her name, the club manager, an elegant woman of exceptional temperament, immediately came over and said with a proper, respectful smile, "Ms. Wen, please follow me."

She turned slightly to the side and made an inviting gesture.

After passing through an elegantly decorated corridor, a spacious, lavish hall came into view, quiet and full of refinement.

To Wen Ruan's surprise, she seemed to be the only guest there.

After entering her private room.

A female therapist smiled and bowed to her, saying softly, "Ms. Wen, hello. I'm Xiao Li, your therapist for today. Please change first, and I'll take you to the SPA Room inside. Your friend is waiting for you there."

"Okay." Wen Ruan nodded, took the pure white SPA robe and disposable Slippers Xiao Li handed her, and walked into the spacious changing room.

The changing room was exquisitely Arranged. The wooden wardrobe exuded a natural fragrance, and every detail revealed refinement and care.

After taking off her clothes and changing into the soft, skin-friendly robe, Wen Ruan tidied her appearance in the mirror, took a deep breath, and adjusted her state of mind.

Once she had changed, Xiao Li led her through another door and into a private, independent SPA Room.

The room was very large, lavishly decorated, and fully equipped with every sort of facility.

An aromatherapy candle burned in one corner, its thin smoke drifting upward, making the room tranquil and comfortable.

"Ms. Wen, your friend is inside," Xiao Li reminded her softly, her tone full of respect.

"Okay."

Wen Ruan responded, her steps slowing as she vaguely heard a faint sound from within.

Walking around a hollow carved screen, she caught a vague glimpse of a figure.

She was wrapped in a snow-white bathrobe, reclining lazily on a large lounge chair.

A beautiful female therapist stood in front of her, carefully massaging her legs.

Her long brown hair was casually tied behind her head, revealing a slender, graceful neck. Her skin was smooth as congealed cream, glowing faintly beneath the soft lights.

Not Shangguan Qiuya?

A flicker of confusion passed through Wen Ruan's eyes.

She took a few more steps forward and circled around the carved screen. The woman's full figure appeared in front of her.

Her skin was fair and delicate, her figure willowy, her beauty gentle and radiant.

Even in such a relaxed state, she still exuded an impossible-to-ignore air of nobility.

That innate majesty and elegance enveloped the entire room in her aura.

Wen Ruan unconsciously held her breath, her mind going blank.

The legendary Jin Meixiao?