Dusk Settles In, Mid-Autumn Moon

In a warm and quiet office area.

Cheng Qiuqiu sat next to Yao Lingling and patiently explained some of the company's procedures to her, "These genuine design software programs can be operated directly by the company's HR. If you want to buy them yourself first, you will need to go through the reimbursement process later, and the payment will be made on the 25th of each month."

"I'll just buy it myself first, that way it'll be faster, and the reimbursement process isn't complicated anyway."

"Your department currently has no other leaders, so only President Gao and the finance department need to review it, which is very convenient."

Hearing this, Yao Lingling looked up and asked curiously, "By the way, Qiu Qiu, who are the main High-ranking official in our company?"

"Currently, there are mainly two: Mr. Tang and President Gao." Cheng Qiuqiu paused, "President Gao is the Senior Schoolmate from university who shares an apartment with me; she is also a shareholder and Executive Vice President of the company."

"Ah?! Wow!" Yao Lingling's eyes Jing Jing instantly. She gently put her arm around Qiu Qiu's shoulder and teased in a mysterious low voice, "Then can we do whatever we want at the company from now on? Haha!"

Cheng Qiuqiu frowned and looked at her seriously. "Ling Ling, we all got in through connections, so we should pay more attention to our image and not tarnish the reputation of Mr. Tang and President Gao."

"Oh dear, I was just kidding, don't take it so seriously." Yao Lingling quickly waved her hand, blushing slightly.

This was the first time she had ever encountered Qiu Qiu's personality.

As the two chatted, Yao Lingling quickly activated her frequently used design software and tidied up her desktop.

Looking at her neatly organized workspace, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

He immediately took out his Mobile Phone and took many high-quality photos, which he then shared in the group chat, immediately arousing envy and jealousy from Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin.

In terms of office environment and location alone, Huashang Apparel's campus and Yunxi Building are indeed vastly different.

More importantly, this is where you can have the most direct contact with senior students from Tang Song.

Ever since I learned that Tang Song was also the chairman of Huashang Apparel.

Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin both dreamed of coming to Songmei Clothing with her, but unfortunately, their only chance was given to them by their senior.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling bit her lip with delight.

Even among female students, there are still degrees of closeness.

This preferential treatment from her Male God made her feel satisfied and secretly pleased.

Immediately, Yao Lingling rallied her spirits and quickly entered a highly efficient work state.

I started discussing the brand identity and design style of "He Yiyi" with Qiu Qiu.

They're both designers.

Although one is visual design and the other is clothing design.

However, since the target audience is the same, a unified aesthetic style is also needed in the design.

With her excellent communication skills, and having watched He Yiyi's live stream recordings and short videos in advance, Yao Lingling's thinking became increasingly clear.

She quickly jotted down the key points while exchanging opinions with Cheng Qiuqiu.

The two continued their discussion for some time, and their cooperation was very smooth.

Despite their vastly different personalities, they unexpectedly found common ground in their professional fields.

After a while, Yao Lingling checked the time and suggested, "It's almost noon, shall we go find Mr. Tang and have lunch together?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's rosy lips moved slightly, but in the end she shook her head and said, "I brought food, you guys can go and eat."

She didn't know what was wrong with her; whenever she had a moment to herself, it seemed like he was all she could think about.

In the morning, I even impulsively bought Roujiamo) and coffee, just so he could talk to me a little more.

This was something she had never experienced in her previous 22 years, and it was both strange and terrifying.

To avoid repeating this transgression, she still wanted to restrain herself.

"Oh? You brought lunch? Okay, let's eat together tonight. I've been so kind to you this morning, I have to treat you to a meal."

"Um."

"I'll head over now. I haven't seen what the President's Office looks like yet, I have to go and see for myself." Yao Lingling chuckled and left with light steps.

Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head and continued her design work.

But she just couldn't calm down, her gaze always drifting towards the corridor.

After waiting for five or six minutes, two familiar figures walked out from the end of the corridor.

Tang Song and Yao Lingling walked side by side, chatting and laughing intimately and harmoniously.

Cheng Qiuqiu's spirits sank lower and lower. Even though it was her own choice, she felt abandoned.

She stared down at the screen, trying to concentrate, but her fingers hesitated to tap the keyboard.

Just then, Tang Song's voice came from beside her. "Qiu Qiu."

Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly raised her head and looked at her.

"Let's go eat together." His voice was gentle and matter-of-fact.

Cheng Qiuqiu opened her mouth, wanting to find a reason to decline, but the words just wouldn't come out.

Her legs seemed to move on their own, and she stood up abruptly, bowing her head as she walked to his side.

It was a little after 1 p. m.

The three returned to Yunxi Building.

Yao Lingling walked ahead, occasionally turning back to interject a few witty remarks.

Cheng Qiuqiu followed Mo Mo behind, occasionally chiming in, but most of the time she just listened quietly, or rather, stared blankly at Tang Song's back.

Arriving at the door.

Yao Lingling stopped and turned around with a playful smile, "Bye-bye, Mr. Tang, we're going back to work now. You get some rest. If you need anyone to bring you tea or water, or massage your legs, just call me anytime."

Tang Song raised an eyebrow. "Okay, my legs are feeling a bit uncomfortable right now. Come inside with me."

"Hey, hey, I'm going to take this seriously and take Mr. Tang."

The two exchanged a few jokes, creating a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere.

Ling Ling grabbed Qiu Qiu's arm, giggled, and turned to leave.

The two were about the same height; one had a standard cartoon figure, slender and tall with graceful curves.

The other is "Innate Fitness Sacred Body", a standard pear-shaped figure with a slim waist, thick legs and a big butt.

When put together, they are a very pleasing sight to behold.

Of course, Tang Song was even more hoping that Ling Ling would use her powerful energy to influence Qiu Qiu, allowing her to release the "darkness" as soon as possible.

In this way, the [Dream Flower Seed] can bloom and bear fruit as soon as possible.

I had just returned to the President's Office when my Mobile Phone rang.

Tang Song took out his Mobile Phone and looked at it, raising his eyebrows slightly.

His Female President, who was so busy she was almost out of contact, finally remembered to reach out to him.

Tang Song's lips curled into a meaningful smile as he answered the phone, speaking in a deliberately low voice, "Hello?"

"Hello, Xiao Song." A familiar voice came through the receiver, tinged with intimacy and caution.

"Who are you?"

After a brief silence, Xie Shuyu's voice rang out again, full of apology. "I've been so busy with the renovation and recruitment work at the Shen City Branch lately, I just saw the message you sent last night."

"I know you're quite busy, Mr. Xie, so I'll try not to bother you too much in the future."

Xie Shuyu's voice immediately became more urgent, "I had a meeting until late last night, and went straight to sleep when I got back to the hotel. I'll be going back to Quancheng for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it might be late at night. However, I'll stay there for a few days. Also, I'd like to see you."

"I'm very busy this holiday and may not have time. Let's talk about it later."

"Um—" Xie Shuyu paused, her voice unusually gentle and pleading, "It's my fault, please forgive me?"

Hearing Xie Shuyu actually apologize and ask for forgiveness, Tang Song's heart softened instantly. "Alright, I'll forgive you this time. But—"

"But what?"

"Take a picture and send it to me now." Tang Song chuckled, his tone returning to its cheerful tone.

Xie Shuyu paused for a moment, then replied softly, "Okay."

I hung up the phone and waited for quite a while.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The Mobile Phone vibrated.

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Upon opening the photo, an elegant and dignified Female President in professional attire appeared on the Mobile Phone screen, though she looked slightly haggard.

He chatted with Xie Shuyu for a few more minutes and inquired about her health.

Tang Song leaned back in his chair, gazing at the city view outside the window, and sighed helplessly.

The more he interacted with Xie Shuyu, the more he understood Xie Shuyu's character.

She is indeed an extremely outstanding and focused person, but precisely because of this, she is not suited for a traditional married life.

When she said she "would not get married," it was definitely a conclusion she reached after careful consideration.

Once this Female President gets into work, she's like a finely tuned machine, completely forgetting about time.

Of course, it is undeniable that her work ability is indeed terrifyingly strong. In just over a month, the company's organizational structure was adjusted, and 10 new stores of different types were added in Yancheng.

Flagship stores in Imperial Capital, Magic City, and Shencheng have completed site selection and entered the final renovation stage.

It just so happened to be the National Day holiday, so I took her out to relax and unwind.

While we're at it, let's try to break through the bottleneck in our relationship.

5:30 p. m.

Tang Song, the boss, left work half an hour early to begin his eight-day long vacation.

Walking briskly towards the parking lot, the black Rolls Royce Phantom slowly drove out of the Yunxi Building's underground garage and merged into the city's congested traffic.

We traveled along the way, stopping and starting frequently.

Nearly half an hour later, we finally arrived at the east gate of the Luzhou Jingyuan Residential Complex.

After getting out of the car, Tang Song took out the prepared gift from the trunk and walked a few steps along the sidewalk before seeing Wen Ruan standing by the roadside waiting.

She wore a dark brown short trench coat, a turtleneck sweater underneath, and a matching skirt.

The entire outfit hugged her tall and voluptuous figure, showcasing her perfect curves to the fullest.

Broad shoulders, slender figure, and full hips—every feature exudes the charm of a mature woman, elegant and sexy.

The afterglow of the setting sun filled the streets, casting a warm orange halo over her silhouette.

Her long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently in the wind, making her look both languid and charming.

"You're finally here." Wen Ruan smile played on her lips, her tone slightly teasing. "While I was waiting for you for ten minutes, three handsome guys tried to hit on me."

Tang Song approached her, his gaze carefully scanning her from head to toe.

Despite her disguise, the older sister still exudes charm, but with a touch more sarcasm and casualness than usual.

A bright smile appeared on his face. He put down the gift in his hand, suddenly stepped forward, and directly stopped her and picked her up!

"Ouch!" Wen Ruan exclaimed in surprise, dropping her bag to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, my back and the back of my legs were firmly supported.

Her vision began to blur.

Tang Song carried Tang Song in a princess carry and Yoyo spun around in place outside the gate of the residential area.

"Hey! Get down here quickly! It's dangerous!" Wen Ruan shouted in a panic, instinctively grabbing his shoulders with both hands.

Tang Song ignored him completely, letting out a cheerful and willful laugh, "No!"

"This is the main gate; people come and go, lots of neighbors!"

Tang Song raised an eyebrow slightly. "Then let them see. Anyway, you're mine."

Wen Ruan patted his shoulder, but couldn't help laughing out loud, infected by Dong Shang's spirited and youthful vigor.

Their gazes met as they spun around.

As dusk settled, orange-red light filtered through the buildings and trees, casting dappled shadows onto the two figures.

The air was filled with the unique freshness of the sun, a gentle breeze that soothed and comforted the soul.

A gentle evening breeze blew, and the sycamore leaves twirled and danced, falling onto the two of them, creating a beautiful and romantic scene.

Passersby couldn't help but slow down and watch this scene with envy.

The old man, who seemed familiar with the Wen Ruan, poked his head out of the security booth, holding up a thermos cup with a chuckle.

The rotation gradually stopped.

"Did you dress up so beautifully today especially to welcome me?"

"Hmph, you're delusional. I'm beautiful every day." Wen Ruan glared at him with her Wen Ruan eyes. "Get down here. I'm a celebrity in Oasis View Residential Complex, don't I have any pride?"

She wasn't joking when she said that.

This place is not far from her hometown village, and many of her former neighbors and friends have bought houses here.

Given her current status and beauty, she is still quite well-known.

Tang Song lowered her head slightly, smiling as she looked at her older sister, "So stubborn? Give me a kiss and I'll make you come down."

3

"You little rascal!" Wen Ruan with her moist lips, wrapped her arms around his neck, and tilted her head back to kiss him.

Soon, her lips were being sucked.

Her Wen Ruan, moist eyes gradually narrowed as she savored his love and possessiveness.

The "Yi Yi" elevator stopped on the 17th floor.

Wen Ruan opened the door and led Tang Song inside.

Immediately afterwards, a warm greeting came from inside the house.

"You're finally here! Tang Song, come in quickly, these are slippers I bought for you."

"Little Tang's here! Come in and have a seat!"

Tang Song smiled and said, "Uncle, Auntie, good evening. Sorry to bother you."

"Oh dear, what are you saying? Coming here is like coming to your own home!" Qian Guixiang said, pulling on Tang Song's arm with a smile in her eyes.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, she naturally knew that Tang Song was basically their son-in-law now.

After some pleasantries...

Wen Ruan pulled Tang Song to wash his hands, then took off his coat and hung it in her bedroom closet.

Soon, the four of them sat down in the restaurant.

The table was covered with Wen Ruan, home-cooked dishes prepared by my mother.

The meal included steamed pork belly, stir-fried green beans, Braised Pork, and sweet and sour pork ribs—a very generous spread with both meat and vegetables, hot and cold options.

At the dinner table.

Wen Ruan behaved elegantly and gracefully, carefully serving Tang Song food and soup, and occasionally introducing Tang Song's work and hobbies to her parents, clearly having done her homework in advance.

Her every gesture exudes the elegance of a well-bred lady.

With her smoothing touch, there was almost no awkwardness between them, and the atmosphere was harmonious and pleasant.

Tang Song had a particularly good appetite; they ate three large bowls of rice in one go.

Qian Guixiang was overjoyed.

Tang Song smiled and flattered, "Auntie's cooking is so delicious. I wish Ruan Ruan had half of your skills."

"Haha, I'll definitely urge Ruan Ruan to learn a few of your favorite dishes later. This child is just afraid of oil fumes damaging her skin, but actually she learns these things very quickly."

Before Tang Song could say anything more, his calf under the table was suddenly brushed against by a soft toe.

He turned to the side and saw the older sister waving at him.

Tang Song obediently leaned his head closer.

She leaned Wen Ruan to his ear, her expression calm, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "But my noodles are delicious, aren't they?"

Then, a soft, Wen Ruan hand caressed his thigh, gently gliding over it.

Tang Song's eye twitched. He looked at the elder opposite him, then at the older sister with a dignified smile.

I'm completely numb.

Is this a topic that can be discussed here?

Hidden behind the tablecloth, Tang Song reached out his large hand directly.

Wen Ruan bit her lip, pretending nothing was wrong, and continued eating.

After dinner, the two made an excuse to go downstairs.

The two walked slowly along the stone path in the community. The soft glow of the streetlights illuminated the Wen Ruan and tall Dong Zi, whose trench coat swayed gently with her steps, making her look both elegant and casual.

Along the way, they chatted about trivial things in fits and starts.

After a while, Wen Ruan seemed to get a little angry because of a small joke Tang Song.

They went straight into the green area in the northeast corner of the community.

The surroundings were shrouded in a hazy darkness due to the trees providing cover.

When Tang Song caught up with them...

Wen Ruan suddenly unbuttoned her trench coat and looked at him with a smile.

Her posture was languid and alluring, her legs crossed and rubbing together gently, seemingly oblivious to Tang Song's gaze.

Yet it also carried a hint of deliberate provocation.

Very charming and alluring.

Feeling the warmth and fragrance emanating from her, Tang Song's heart beat faster and faster.

"Sister Wen Ruan, what are you doing?"

Wen Ruan closer to him, her fingers lightly tapping his chest, her tone tinged with a hint of coquettishness. "Ugly nonsense, how did you become such a gentleman?"

Before she finished speaking, she planted a sharp kiss on his neck, the force just right.

Looking at his older sister who was so close, Tang Song took a deep breath and hugged her.

However, it's clear that Wen Ruan isn't as twisted as Xiao Jing.

Just a few minutes later.

She gave him a Wen Ruan kiss on the neck, playfully buttoned up her trench coat, and walked out of the "dark zone" with light and elegant steps.

The "tap tap tap" of footsteps sounded particularly rhythmic in the quiet night, like dancing.

The evening breeze ruffled my hair.

The moonlight and lamplight also Qidian hazy glow.

Tang Song suddenly recalled a similar scene from that night in Yanjing Sky City a few months ago.

She shouted, tears streaming down her face, "How could you not know how to lie to me!"

Now, the older sister must feel happy, right?

After walking a few steps, he saw Tang Song standing there staring blankly at him.

She chuckled again, walked back, and gave him a Yi Yi -over. "Am I pretty?"

"Yes, it's beautiful," Tang Song said softly, his voice low and gentle.

A satisfied and happy Wei Xiao Wen Ruan bloomed on her face, and she winked at him with a charming and alluring expression.

The night outlined her silhouette.

At thirty years old, her eyes still sparkle with the brilliance of a teenager.

Tang Song reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

He then hugged her tightly, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

With Wen Ruan, pleasant look in his eyes, Dong Zi gradually softened.

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the paulownia trees.

The air was filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus blossoms, mingling with their rapid breathing.

Back upstairs, Wen Ruan pulled Tang Song to sit on the sofa and continued chatting with her parents about everyday matters.

Qian Guixiang pulled out a treasured photo album from her home, one of which contained a photograph documenting the Wen Ruan moments of her childhood.

The image of her running around the yard with pigtails as a child, her youthful face in her school uniform posing for a photo with Tao Xue when she graduated from junior high, and her confident demeanor standing on the stage in high school...

Laughter filled the air, creating a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere.

It wasn't until nearly 9:30 p. m. that Wen Ruan finally "lured" Tang Song from the living room into her bedroom.

I asked him to watch a movie with me while I played Honor of Kings.

It wasn't until after 10 p. m.

The two went into the bathroom one after the other to wash up.

When Tang Song finished washing up and returned to the bedroom, Wen Ruan was facing away from the door with her hair tied in a high ponytail.

Seemingly Wen Ruan the commotion, Wen Ruan looked over and quickly finished styling her hair.

Under the warm light, the pure white undershirt was stretched to reveal a breathtaking silhouette, the hem of which barely covered the edge of the shorts, and two snow-white long legs gleamed with a pearly luster.

Her exposed, slender neck added a touch of youthful vitality.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, Wen Ruan walked gracefully to him, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"So? Does it remind you of your 'White Moonlight '? E-cup, high ponytail, do you like it?"

Wen Ruan brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, deliberately putting on a naive and innocent expression as she looked at him timidly.

Tang Song swallowed hard and answered sincerely, "I like it."

That older sister is really something! You know, she's completely naked inside right now.

Who can withstand this?

He genuinely didn't intend to cause trouble at his father-in-law's house, fearing he might make a big fuss.

But judging from the current situation, it seems like the older sister is about to cause trouble!

Tang Song took a deep breath. "Sister Wen Ruan, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to be here?"

"My older sister doesn't like those indecisive, wishy-washy people."

She Wen Ruan squeezed her legs together and said something in a soft, magnetic, mature voice.

His tone was flippant, and he held his head high with his chest puffed out.

Tang Song's mind gradually became blurred, leaving only a strong impulse.

"Oh dear!" Wen Ruan exclaimed Wen Ruan, Dong Ti had already lost control.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Who did you learn these bad habits from? Let's talk about it!"

The 1.5-meter wooden bed groaned under the weight.

Then, the two rolled around on the carpet next to the bed.

The sycamore leaves outside the window rustled loudly, their sound intense.

The full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival hung in the night sky, and its light shone through the gauze curtains onto the floor, blending with the warm yellow light emitted by the bedside lamp.

Sometimes they overlap, sometimes they separate.