A Social Death Scene, a Heavenly Boyfriend

Traffic was sparse on Binhai Avenue at night. Streetlights cast the road like a golden ribbon stretching into the distance.

Tang Song gripped the steering wheel tightly, his gaze fixed ahead as Wen Ruan's words echoed over and over in his mind.

In the "Male God Growth Plan" game, "Secretary Jin" was more than just a codename.

Her existence was far more complex than the role she appeared to play.

From asset allocation to the details of daily life, from travel arrangements to managing his private space, she had been involved in nearly all of his important decisions and everyday affairs.

That was why Tang Song had projected most of his emotions in the game onto this character.

In reality, over these past few years, she had been the person closest to him.

The clothes and daily necessities in that apartment at Yanjing Sky City had probably all been carefully selected and arranged by her.

At that moment, an irrepressible longing surged through Tang Song's heart.

He truly wanted to see her immediately, hold her, and feel her real, warm body.

However, reason told him that he still could not.

The rules of the Dream System game had already been established. He did not know what consequences breaking them would bring, but he was absolutely unwilling to take that risk.

Besides, there was something else that worried him deeply.

All this time, the Secretary Jin who had interacted with him had known only his "perfect" self while he was using cheats.

The Tang Song who had reached the peak in both career and personal cultivation.

But would she be disappointed by the real him?

Then again, with Secretary Jin's intelligence and perceptiveness, had she already noticed some clues?

What exactly did she think of him now?

Thinking of this, Tang Song actually began to feel anxious about gaining and losing.

A soft screech of brakes sounded.

The Bentley Mulsanne slowly pulled over, and its hazard lights came on.

Tang Song picked up his phone again and dialed Xiao Li, the butler from the Yanjing Sky City Property Service Department.

"Hello, Mr. Tang. What can I do for you?"

Tang Song pursed his lips and said softly, "Help me order a bouquet of ninety-nine roses for tomorrow morning and have it delivered to my place. I'll send you the message for the card on WeChat later."

"Okay, understood."

"Mm, thank you."

After putting down his phone, Tang Song closed his eyes and leaned back in the seat, rolling the window down slightly.

The salty dampness mixed with the tranquility of the night drifted in, gradually calming his thoughts.

He opened WeChat, considered it for a while, then sent over the message for the card.

The car started up again and slowly merged into the night.

At Fuxing Seafood Stall, the aroma of charcoal-grilled skewers mingled with the faint scent of beer.

Hou Feifei peeled a shrimp and asked curiously, "By the way, Tingting, you said your new company was doing really well. You even came to Crow Mountain for team building this time. You must be making money, right?"

"Mm, things are going pretty smoothly overall. But we're still in the early stages of development, so all the money we earn gets reinvested. We haven't paid dividends yet. And I only own twenty percent of the shares, so I'm just a minor shareholder."

"I don't understand any of that." Hou Feifei tilted her head, her voice full of envy. "So how much are you making now? Still ten thousand?"

Gao Mengting said somewhat shyly, "It went up a little last month."

"Tell me, tell me! How much did it go up to?"

"Ahem." Gao Mengting gave a light cough and lowered her voice. "Around forty to fifty thousand, I guess. Performance pay isn't very stable. It depends on how profitable the company is."

"Holy crap! What the hell?" Hou Feifei slammed both hands onto the table, her expression instantly exploding into an exaggerated meme face. "That's fucking insane! You're heading straight for rich-lady territory!"

"Keep it down, keep it down. Don't get so excited. You'll scare people." Gao Mengting pressed her lips together and gave a light laugh.

In fact, Tang Song had always been generous with her compensation. Her base salary was forty thousand, and with the fixed share of company performance, her actual income had long exceeded sixty thousand.

On top of that, there were all kinds of benefits and allowances.

For shareholders, paying salaries was more cost-effective than issuing dividends, since it reduced personal income tax by quite a bit.

Of course, the raise had only come after He Yiyi's account blew up in popularity, and she had only received it for one month.

"Oh my god, that's amazing!" Hou Feifei sucked in a breath, her chest rising and falling. She suddenly reached out and grabbed her best friend's hand, speaking with heartfelt sincerity. "Tingting, we've been friends for so many years. If I ever can't make it in the future, you have to look after me!"

"Sure, sure. I'll look after you."

The two laughed and joked for a while, and the atmosphere became relaxed and cheerful again.

Gao Mengting took off her disposable gloves and patted her stomach contentedly. "I'm pretty full. Want to stroll around the street? I haven't been here in over a year, and I really want to buy some of the cheese durian pastries here to take home and try."

Hou Feifei checked the time and stood up with a grin.

It had been over twenty minutes since Tang Song made the phone call. He should be arriving soon.

If they wandered around nearby, they might even run into him early.

She was truly curious beyond belief about Gao Mengting's boyfriend.

The two walked about ten meters toward the street entrance and stopped in front of a small stall.

Rich-lady Gao Mengting said grandly, "Boss, two with full durian flesh! Fifty, right? I've paid."

"Coming right up. Please wait a moment," the owner replied before continuing to work.

The two chatted and laughed as they waited.

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice sounded from behind them. "Yo, isn't this Feifei? What a coincidence."

Hou Feifei's hand suddenly clenched, her fingernails digging into her palm. The smile on her face instantly stiffened, and her expression became awkward and complicated.

Gao Mengting turned around in surprise and saw a man and woman standing together.

Chen Zhengyu still looked much the same as she remembered, except he carried a bit more of a mature man's charm. He wore a light gray casual outfit, and his handsome features and refined brows gave him a scholarly, gentle air.

Lu Qian, clinging to his arm, was completely different. She wore black autumn fashion and elaborate heavy makeup, looking flamboyant and eye-catching.

She had probably had work done on her face. She did look much prettier than before.

When their eyes met, both Chen Zhengyu and Lu Qian froze for a moment.

"Meng Ting! It's you! When did you come back to Crow Mountain?"

Chen Zhengyu's gaze swept over Gao Mengting, and a flash of surprise passed through his eyes.

Lu Qian frowned, suddenly feeling a sense of crisis.

Back in high school, Gao Mengting had been an outstanding student, clever and beautiful, and was highly sought after by the boys in their class.

Even Chen Zhengyu had treated her a little differently before.

Meeting again this time, Gao Mengting was even more remarkable than she had been in Lu Qian's memory.

Her clean, light makeup, thick and fluffy hair, stylish yet mature outfit, and upright, elegant posture.

She was the quintessential atmospheric beauty, carrying the confident temperament of an urban elite white-collar worker.

Gao Mengting said calmly, "I just got back not long ago. Long time no see, Zhengyu, Lu Qian."

Chen Zhengyu smiled, then looked at Hou Feifei beside her. "Feifei, are you two out shopping? Have you eaten?"

Hou Feifei pressed her lips tightly together and gave a muffled "Mm," staring wide-eyed to the side.

No matter how boldly she had talked in front of her best friend, how much she claimed not to care, seeing the two of them shopping so intimately together still stabbed her in the heart.

After all, she had truly liked Chen Zhengyu for a very, very long time. She had once even thought she was about to succeed, and she had imagined more than once holding hands with him, shopping, eating, and drinking together.

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Chen Zhengyu smiled and changed the subject. "Meng Ting, Feifei said you started your own company? How is it going? Everything smooth?"

"Pretty smooth. It's on the right track now."

Chen Zhengyu nodded. "That's impressive. Competition in livestream sales is fierce these days. Anyone who can make it big is no ordinary person. Meng Ting, you're still as outstanding as ever."

Hearing them talk, Lu Qian's expression darkened slightly. She discreetly pinched Chen Zhengyu's arm.

Chen Zhengyu twitched slightly and quickly reined in his expression.

He still cared a great deal about this Second-Generation Rich girlfriend.

Lu Qian looked up at Gao Mengting and said casually, "Meng Ting, I'm currently the marketing promotion manager at my family's logistics company.

"I heard from Hou Feifei that you're in the clothing business now. Qin Port International also has logistics services in Yancheng. Once your business takes off, maybe we can cooperate. For the sake of being old classmates, I can give you a discounted rate."

"We can talk about it if there's an opportunity in the future."

"That's true. Our company doesn't take small orders. Livestream sales may have a low entry barrier, but it isn't easy to build up.

"Then we can talk again once you've expanded your scale."

Gao Mengting smiled. "Hehe, Manager Lu really speaks with such grandeur!"

Lu Qian's expression shifted slightly, but she still forced a relaxed smile. "You flatter me."

Gao Mengting turned her burning gaze toward Chen Zhengyu. "Zhengyu, I just heard from Feifei that you and Lu Qian are together. That really was unexpected."

Lu Qian parted her red lips, wearing a slightly arrogant smile. "Hehe, what's so unexpected about it? We're a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven. Right, darling?"

As she spoke, she leaned over and kissed Chen Zhengyu on the cheek, as if declaring her claim.

Chen Zhengyu pursed his lips and nodded. "We haven't been together for long. I guess the timing was right."

Hou Feifei's face went slightly pale. Her lips trembled as though she wanted to say something.

"Oh? Really? I never thought that was how you felt before. Hehe." A faint smile curved Gao Mengting's lips, as if she were mocking him.

Chen Zhengyu's eye twitched, and his expression became extremely unnatural.

Because of Hou Feifei, he and Gao Mengting had interacted quite a lot and were considered good friends.

This situation was indeed rather awkward.

Lu Qian glanced at the two of them and suddenly smiled. "Meng Ting, you care so much about our relationship. Don't tell me you have feelings for our Zhengyu? But it's already too late."

Chen Zhengyu's gaze unconsciously shifted to Gao Mengting, a trace of expectation flashing through his eyes.

Compared with Hou Feifei, her best friend was undoubtedly much more outstanding.

The Gao Mengting of high school had been youthful and energetic, smart and independent, with shoulder-length short hair that made her especially eye-catching.

He had liked her quite a bit back then. Part of the reason he had first gotten close to Hou Feifei was because of Gao Mengting.

Now that they had met again, she had become a flawless urban beauty, and he could not help entertaining a few fantasies.

Gao Mengting raised her brows. "I didn't realize, Lu Qian, that you had such an active imagination."

"Hehe, is that so?"

Just then, the stall owner called out cheerfully, "Here you go, ladies. Your cheese durian pastries."

"Thank you."

Gao Mengting turned around, took the bag, and casually handed one to Hou Feifei.

She looked up and said, "We'll be going now. You two carry on."

She had only seen how badly her best friend had been hurt and felt unable to let it go, so she could not resist mocking them a little.

But seeing Lu Qian acting like this, she had no interest in standing there and babbling with her anymore.

Lu Qian smiled, tightly grasped Chen Zhengyu's hand, and said coquettishly, "Darling, I'm tired of walking around too. There are too many people here. Let's go."

As she spoke, she directly pulled Chen Zhengyu along behind the two of them.

As they walked, she continued flaunting their affection.

Gao Mengting held her hand and looked at her best friend worriedly. "Feifei, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Hou Feifei stared at the two figures ahead, gritting her teeth as though she wanted to pierce them with her gaze.

Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a tall, upright figure, and her attention was instantly pulled away.

He wore a white turtleneck sweater on top and black casual pants below. Holding a mobile phone in his hand, he carefully scanned the signs of the shops on both sides, as if searching for something.

The night grew deeper, but the snack street remained bustling.

Orange streetlights and neon lights reflected off one another, weaving together flowing patterns of light and shadow.

His figure moved through the crowded streets. Between light and darkness, his cold, deep features and crystalline eyes were revealed.

He looked strikingly handsome and utterly exceptional, like the male lead who had stepped out of a comic, exuding a powerful aura that could not be ignored.

The passersby around him were quickly drawn in by his appearance.

Hou Feifei's heart, which had just been hurt, was instantly soothed, and life suddenly seemed colorful again.

Of course! When you got dumped, you needed to look at more handsome men!

But this was the first time she had ever encountered a Male God of this level in real life.

He was probably no less impressive than any celebrity.

His physique and features were almost flawless.

Especially those clear black-and-white eyes, so lucid and deep. They were simply too beautiful!

Hou Feifei's steps slowed involuntarily.

Lu Qian, who had still been flaunting her affection behind them, fell silent. She looked up as if about to say something, but quickly noticed the unusual scene ahead. Her eyes instantly lit up, and she unconsciously released Chen Zhengyu's arm. A blush spread across her face, and her heartbeat quickened.

Chen Zhengyu, sensing the shift in atmosphere, froze. He followed their gazes, and a trace of displeasure flashed through his eyes.

Hou Feifei suddenly tugged at her best friend's hand, glanced at Chen Zhengyu behind them, and said shyly, "Tingting, I think love should be about adapting to the situation."

"Huh?" Gao Mengting blinked, completely unable to understand what she meant.

Hou Feifei said with a grin, "Remember how brave I am right now. Sister, I'm going to ask that handsome guy for his WeChat!"

With that, Hou Feifei released Gao Mengting's hand, pulled out her mobile phone from her bag, and strode toward the young man.

Of course, she was doing this to disgust Chen Zhengyu.

Of course, she was not doing it just to chase romance, nor did she think anything would happen. She mainly wanted to disgust Chen Zhengyu.

Flirting with a Male God who was taller, more handsome, and had better temperament than him right in front of him was satisfying no matter how she looked at it.

Hearing Hou Feifei's words, Chen Zhengyu's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, a stifled, uncomfortable feeling rising in his heart.

Gao Mengting's gaze followed her best friend's figure, then quickly landed on the familiar figure by the street. She instantly froze in place.

Lu Qian saw her reaction and could not help laughing. "What? Meng Ting, do you want to go make small talk too?"

Gao Mengting had no mind to pay attention to her. She looked at Tang Song with a face full of shock, her heart brimming with confusion.

Why was he here?

At this time, shouldn't he be at the bonfire party?

Immediately after, she saw her best friend Hou Feifei stop in front of Tang Song and directly hold out her phone. Shy yet bold, she said, "Hello, can I add you on WeChat? Even though it's our first time meeting, I feel like we're especially fated."

Hearing her voice, Tang Song paused slightly. He looked at Hou Feifei in front of him, then at Gao Mengting among the crowd not far away, a bright and clean smile appearing on his face.

It left Hou Feifei a little dizzy.

"Of course. I also think we're very fated."

Tang Song's voice was clear and magnetic,

Hou Feifei found the voice somewhat familiar, but after drinking several cans of beer and being provoked by Chen Zhengyu and Lu Qian, her blood was up and she did not think it through at all.

Seeing that the Male God had actually agreed to give her his WeChat and had even said they were "fated," she felt like she was floating.

Now that she was closer, she could feel this guy's charm even more.

He was, without question, the most outstanding man she had seen in all her years.

His looks, physique, and temperament were simply unbeatable.

She scanned the code, sent the friend request, and was accepted, all in one smooth motion.

Hou Feifei quickly typed in the chat window, "Hello, my name is Hou Feifei. Nice to meet you."

Then, cheeks flushed, she turned around and waved her Mobile Phone at Gao Mengting. She shot Chen Zhengyu and Lu Qian a provocative glance, a brilliant smile blooming across her face.

At that moment, she was triumphant and full of Lofty Aspirations.

"Hmph! How interesting!" Lu Qian snorted irritably.

Chen Zhengyu's expression was no better.

Just then, that gentle voice sounded beside Hou Feifei's ear again. "Hello, Feifei. I'm Tang Song. Nice to meet you."

"Tang Song... Tang Song..." Hou Feifei murmured the name twice. Her pupils abruptly contracted, and she froze where she stood as though struck by lightning, stiffly Looked up.

Their gazes met, and Tang Song blinked at her with an amused look.

Hou Feifei instinctively took a step back, her face turning red as disbelief filled her eyes.

Tang Song?! Tingting's Boyfriend?!

No way... It can't be, can it?

While her thoughts were running wild, Tang Song had already walked straight over.

He rubbed Gao Mengting's head and said indulgently, "Your friend said you drank too much, so I rushed over to take care of you. But it looks like you're doing all right."

Gao Mengting glanced at Hou Feifei and instantly guessed what had happened. Her cheeks reddened slightly. "Feifei... she was talking nonsense. I only drank two cans of beer in total."

Tang Song leaned forward, moved close to her, lowered his head, and kissed her lips, gently sucking on them.

"Ming Yi—" Gao Mengting's body trembled. She wanted to dodge, but Couldn't resist.

Boom— As she watched the scene before her, thunder rumbled through Hou Feifei's world.

I'm screwed! This is a massive public embarrassment!

I'll never be able to hold my head up again for the rest of my life! Ahhh! Awooo!

A moment later, Tang Song raised his head, a smile appearing at the Corner of the mouth. "Mm, the alcohol content really isn't high."

"Hey! Are you seriously acting like a hooligan in public?" Gao Mengting glared at him and slapped his chest, her voice coquettish.

Looking at the intimate pair, Lu Qian stood in place with clenched fists, her emotions conflicted.

Chen Zhengyu might be considered impressive, but compared with this guy, he seemed utterly dimmed.

No matter the aspect, he appeared to fall far short.

What was even harder for her to accept was that he was Gao Mengting's Boyfriend!

Just then, Tang Song's gaze swept over the two of them.

His expression remained gentle, yet he Exuded an indescribable confidence and composure that made Lu Qian's heart flutter.

She took a deep breath, revealing a seductive smile. "Hello, I'm Lu Qian, Meng Ting's high school classmate."

Chen Zhengyu looked at his Girlfriend beside him, his expression instantly tightening. His gaze Flashed, but he did not introduce himself.

"Hello, I'm Tang Song." Tang Song Nodded lightly, his tone calm.

Gao Mengting furrowed her pretty brows and said timidly, "I only ran into them on the street just now. Feifei was the only person I invited."

She had previously said she was only meeting girls, but now Chen Zhengyu had appeared. She was afraid Tang Song would misunderstand.

Tang Song smiled and took her hand. "Come on, I'll take you home."

Gao Mengting bit her Lips and said softly, "You don't need to make a special trip. Feifei and I live in the same neighborhood, so we can just take a taxi together."

She was afraid that after Tang Song took her home, he might happen to run into an old neighbor or something. Then she truly would not be able to keep it a secret.

"I ran all the way from the Shangri-La to the development zone, and you want me to just go back like that?" Tang Song's finger lightly hooked her palm.

Gao Mengting let out a soft cry, a blush Appearing on her cheeks. "This—"

"Come on. I drove here, so I'll take both of you home."

"All right, then."

Watching the two approach, Hou Feifei wailed inwardly, wishing she could immediately find a crack in the ground to crawl into. "Tingting, I..."

Tang Song's lips Slightly raised in a meaningful smile. He turned to Gao Mengting and said casually, "Your friend is quite enthusiastic."

Gao Mengting shot her Best Friend an annoyed glare.

Hou Feifei's face burned crimson. She did not even know where to put her hands and feet, and could only stiffly Followed behind them.

Then she Noticed Chen Zhengyu and Lu Qian beside her, both wearing miserable expressions, and felt much better.

They walked out of the Pedestrian Street.

Hou Feifei soon Noticed something unusual by the roadside.

Several young people had stopped there, holding up their Mobile Phones toward a car and excitedly discussing something.

Their voices blended into the bustle of the night market and were somewhat indistinct.

But she soon caught several key phrases: "Bentley Mulsanne," "over eight million," and "Imperial Capital plates."

Hou Feifei's attention was immediately drawn over.

The black-and-gold Bentley Mulsanne stood quietly at the roadside, Exuded unparalleled elegance and majesty.

Its iconic Flying B hood ornament gleamed in the night, while the chrome grille reflected the streetlights as though inlaid with a layer of starlight.

The meticulously polished paintwork gave off a soft sheen beneath the streetlights, as if it could swallow all the surrounding chaos.

So cool!

Though Hou Feifei did not know much about cars, she knew that it was one of the most luxurious models available.

Just as she stood there in a daze.

Tang Song walked straight to the Bentley, calmly and naturally taking hold of the door handle.

A crisp unlocking sound sounded, and the lights gently Flashed.

"Parking is hard to find around here, so I temporarily parked by the road. Fortunately, it hasn't been long, so I probably won't get a ticket."

As Tang Song spoke, he casually Opened the rear door.

The warm yellow Mood Lighting inside the cabin slowly lit up, the soft light making his figure appear even taller and more elegant.

Tang Song turned sideways and smiled. "President Gao, please get in. I'll personally be your driver today."

Beside the Bentley Mulsanne in the night, he Exuded incomparable nobility, as though he had illuminated the entire darkness.

Joy lit up Gao Mengting's face as she stepped inside.

Watching this unfold with her own eyes, Lu Qian felt her mouth go dry. The jealousy in her eyes nearly overflowed as she clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deeply into her palms.

Hou Feifei sucked in a cold breath, feeling as though her head was about to split open.

Oh my god! What kind of heavenly boyfriend did Tingting find?!