Free Web NovelChapter 2001: Chapter 661: Jing’s Strategy, Designer and Female CEO_4
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The next moment, Jing, like a clingy little cat, affectionately wrapped her arms around her, snuggling up fully.
She started chatting away chirpily.
Naturally, the topic revolved around Tang Song, the man they shared.
At first, it was all quite normal, discussing what Tang Song liked to eat, his favorite color, his little habits...
But as the conversation went on, the tone started to veer off track.
"... By the way, have you tried using your feet..."
"Brother Tang Song’s belt..."
"I know a kind of prop..."
Lin Muxue’s eyelids started to twitch uncontrollably as she listened to Jing broach topics of shameful taboos, feeling nothing but anxiety.
That facade of aloof maturity she’d struggled to maintain was crumbling completely.
She had a vague sense of foreboding.
Could it be that Jing... has some kind of special fetish?!
If they really ended up in bed together, then...
Oh my god! I dare not think! I dare not think!
But since she already got the house, it wasn’t appropriate to bring up any awkward topics, leaving her just to hesitantly and shamefully go along, feeling utterly discomforted.
...
Monday, November 27, 2023.
North City Garden.
It was still dark outside.
Yao Lingling slowly opened her eyes.
The soreness in her body still lingered.
Sitting up, she turned on the bedside lamp, picked up her phone, and opened WhatsApp.
Her fingers quickly danced across the screen: "(´･･)ﾉGood morning Maca Paca, good morning Igglepiggle, good morning Upsy Daisy... It’s sunny today, but very windy..."
"Buzz buzz buzz——"
[Tang Song: "Good morning, beautiful Lingling, you’re waking up a bit late today, don’t be late for work."]
Yao Lingling pouted and typed vigorously: "It’s all your fault, you were so rough the other night, my butt still hurts a bit and it’s uncomfortable to sleep."
After sending that message, her face flushed slightly, recalling that night when Tang Song "spanked" her, her heart pounded uncontrollably faster.
[Tang Song: "Not better yet? I don’t believe it, take a photo and show me."]
Yao Lingling: "(〃＞д＜)Senior, you’re so bad!"
[Tang Song: Hurry up (sticker) "Or else I’ll come check personally when you’re at the office."]
Yao Lingling responded with a sticker, her face still red, but she got out of bed, changed into workout clothes, and went to the living room.
Qiuqiu hadn’t gotten up early today and wasn’t doing yoga.
Without turning on the light, Yao Lingling went directly to the full-length mirror, adjusting the angle.
Turning around, she raised her phone, and with a "click", took a picture and sent it.
[Tang Song: "Hmm... the light’s too dim, I can’t see clearly. Plus, with pants on, I can’t tell if it’s swollen. Take them off and shoot a clearer shot."]
Yao Lingling gasped silently, her face burning red, her heart beating as if it might leap out of her chest.
She sneaked a glance at Qiuqiu’s tightly closed bedroom door.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally caved in.
Pulled down the snug workout pants a dozen or so centimeters, revealing an enticing curve.
Quickly snapped a photo and, with eyes closed, sent it out.
"I’m doomed, I’m doomed!"
The whole of her flopped onto the living room sofa, buried her face into a pillow, squirming around, muttering to herself.
Her voice was so mumbled, it was hard to discern what she was saying.
What followed was an ambiguously flirty chat.
Tang Song’s messages became increasingly straightforward, like flames rising up.
Yao Lingling felt her heart beating faster and faster.
Her chest felt hot, and a strange yet intoxicating sensation surged from deep within her body.
Yao Lingling even found it somewhat addictive.
After a good ten plus minutes.
She went to the restroom, changed her undergarments, and then sheepishly began her daily butt workout.
As a "Sacred Body born fit", her constitution was great.
After resting for over a day, she was brimming with energy again.
After exercising, she went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast.
Noticing Qiuqiu’s bedroom door still tightly closed, she finally sensed something was off.
Actually, since returning yesterday afternoon, she had noticed Qiuqiu seemed a bit off.
However, at that time, she was so engrossed in the exhilaration of her first "intimate encounter" with the senior, along with her physical discomfort, she had stayed in her room without asking more.
Contemplating.
Lingling approached the main bedroom door and gently knocked.
"Qiuqiu? Are you okay? Are you up yet?"
"Yeah, I’m up." A weak voice came from the room, followed by a "click", and the door opened.
Cheng Qiuyu stood at the door, her face a bit pale, beautiful eyes shadowed by noticeable circles.
"What’s up? Are you sick?" Yao Lingling was startled, immediately grabbing her hand.
"I’m fine." Qiuqiu shook her head, her voice a bit hoarse, "Just couldn’t sleep."
"How about taking the day off to catch up on sleep then?"
Qiuqiu pressed her lips, lowering her voice, "Lingling, I have a train at 10 AM to return to Rong City, I might not be back until next week."
"What? Weren’t you leaving on Wednesday?"
"Something came up at home, so I need to head back early."
Lingling looked at her without asking more, just walked up and gently hugged her, "Okay, be safe on the road. Let me know if you need any help."
"Mm." Qiuqiu avoided her eyes, lowered her head and walked into the bathroom.
After finishing the bland breakfast and seeing Lingling off to work.
Qiuqiu sat alone in the empty living room, daydreaming for a long time.
Then she packed her suitcase briefly, took it and left.
Took the subway to Yan City high-speed rail station.
Due to the rush, second-class tickets were already sold out, so she bought a first-class ticket for 1200.
Scanned her ID to enter the platform.
Standing behind the yellow waiting line, quietly waiting.
Her mind was in a mess.
Despite her aversion to that woman, hearing she was injured and hospitalized, and all her savings evaporated, she still felt a bit worried.
Probably because some of that house money included the compensation from her father’s death back then.
Just then...
"Cheng Qiuyu?" a somewhat familiar voice came from beside her.
Qiuqiu snapped back to reality, turned around, and saw the tall, elegant figure.
She was wearing a deep blue cashmere coat, with a matching turtleneck knit underneath, her long, sleek black hair casually draped.
Wearing no extra accessories, carrying a black Hermes Kelly bag, exuding a powerful businesswoman aura.
It was Xie Shuyu, the female CEO of Glimmer Coffee.
