It was already late at night.
One light after another went out, and the entire villa fell silent.
Tang Song returned to the master bedroom alone.
Secretary Jin's scent still lingered in the room.
It was a difficult scent to describe, like skincare products, the fragrance of her hair, and her own body warmth blended together.
Clean and crisp, with a faintly cool fragrance, like air veiled in mist on an autumn morning.
Every time he smelled it, his racing thoughts immediately calmed, and his taut nerves felt refreshed as well.
Tang Song stood in the walk-in closet and quietly took a breath, the corner of his mouth slowly curving into a pleased smile.
Thinking about the real-world story instance, [The CEO Office's Personal Female Secretary], which would unlock after the Lantern Festival—
He simply couldn't suppress the anticipation in his heart.
With an UR-tier top secretary like that—fragrant, quietly standing by your side, so beautiful it was practically unfair, yet possessed of outrageously capable skills and methods—
That was the true pinnacle of enjoyment.
The previous "Dream Tang Song" had truly wasted such a gift.
He didn't know how to make use of her. Tang Song would have to do it himself.
Tang Song chuckled and casually pulled open the wardrobe door.
Sure enough.
Just as before, it contained neatly organized seasonal clothes prepared for him for every occasion.
This had practically become an unspoken custom between them.
From the Imperial Capital, to Shencheng, to New York.
Anywhere Secretary Jin lived long-term, there would always be a share reserved for him.
And it wasn't a matter of casually tossing in a few clothes to make do. Everything was updated in real time—the sizing, cuts, and styles all kept pace with his current physique. That also meant Secretary Jin had