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Chapter 210 - 210 170 Thin and Breathable Easy to Tear_3

?Chapter 210: Chapter 170 Thin and Breathable, Easy to Tear_3 Chapter 210: Chapter 170 Thin and Breathable, Easy to Tear_3 The landlord’s son of her apartment is getting married, and she’s currently worrying about where to move.

“Is that so,” Zhao Yaqian sighed regretfully.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Muxue suddenly said, “Qianqian, you could actually consider buying a place. The price here is just over 30,000 yuan per square meter, so for a 130 square meter three-bedroom apartment, it’ll roughly cost you 4 million; even the nicer locations won’t exceed 5 million. You could afford it just by saving for half a year.”

Zhao Yaqian’s heart skipped a beat, somewhat tempted.

Having her own house was also something she dearly aspired for.

Her family used to have an apartment in town, but it was sold to pay off debts after her mother was swindled.

Now with the means, she really could consider buying her own place.

After a long while, Zhao Yaqian whispered, “I’ll think about it, 4 million is a lot of money.”

She who had just recently become wealthy hadn’t yet adjusted her mindset, the thought of spending so much money made her nervous.

“Ding-dong—” The phone vibrated.

Zhao Yaqian picked it up and looked at it, her face immediately burst into joy, and she replied by voice, “Brother Song, I’m near the east gate of the community, you’ll see me when you come over.”

After sending the message, Zhao Yaqian turned her head and smiled, “Xue, my boyfriend will be here soon.”

Lin Muxue hummed in response, then couldn’t help but think of the “Brother Song” she mentioned, as well as “President Tang,” and her brows slightly furrowed.

Those two names combined together made her feel a bit odd inside.

Unable to contain her curiosity, she asked, “By the way Qianqian, what’s your boyfriend’s name?”

Zhao Yaqian sweetly said, “Tang Song, the Tang and Song of the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, and Qing dynasties.”

“Tang Song…” Lin Muxue’s expression gradually stiffened.

The image of a young man named “Tang Song” appeared in her mind, along with the memory of his cold and handsome figure standing alone on stage.

Her gaze slightly glazed over for a moment before quickly returning to normal.

She had seen his complete transformation on Little Red Book, and also gleaned a hint of his actual living standards from photos.

This programmer was highly efficient and outstanding, but not particularly wealthy.

Quite a far cry from the kind of tycoon who lived in a large flat backed by family trusts.

With a sigh, Lin Muxue gathered her wandering thoughts.

If it had been the university version of herself, she definitely would have liked this kind of guy—down-to-earth, ambitious, capable, with good looks and physique.

However, after a series of experiences, her growing vanity made it hard for her to be like she used to be.

She lifted her head to look forward.

In the corner of her eye, a bright white appeared, like snow mountains under the moonlight, pure and dazzling.

Lin Muxue’s eyes lit up, and she immediately looked in that direction.

Soon after, a Bentley Continental slowly drove in from the intersection, like a flawless piece of white jade set within the busy cityscape.

The car’s lines were smooth and graceful, as exquisite as a piece of art, and every detail exuded a charming aura.

Under the twilight sun, the Bentley’s badge on the front shimmered, like a gem on a crown, spectacular and radiant, lighting up the eyes of those who beheld it.

As a seasoned luxury goods graduate student, Lin Muxue made an accurate assessment.

A Bentley Continental GT, fully equipped top model! A two-door coupe, priced at 4 million!

Undoubtedly a top-tier luxury car!

Lin Muxue licked her lips, her eyes filled with burning desire and daydreams.

Once in Hang City, she had co-rented a lower-end 4.0T model with others, took many pictures, even test drove it, and was deeply impressed.

As the vehicle approached slowly, the glossy paint reflected the inverted image of the surrounding streets, bewitchingly beautiful.

The faint sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, the Bentley Continental signaled a right turn, drawing closer to her.

Through the front car window, she could vaguely see a young man inside who seemed somewhat familiar.

“Zzzt—” The sound of the brakes, the car came to a stop beside her.

“Click—” The car door opened.

A handsome, tall figure suddenly appeared on the bustling street, becoming an eye-catching presence.

A clean white shirt, hair tousled by a gentle breeze, a handsome face, a well-proportioned and tall stature, a sparkling Patek Philippe on his wrist, reflecting the surroundings inside the Continental GT…
Everything she saw was like a meticulously crafted painting that stirred the soul.

“Thump-thump—thump-thump—”
Lin Muxue clearly heard her own heartbeat, her mind nearly incapable of thought.

With the background fading into a blur, her feet moved forward unconsciously, as if drawn to him.

“Brother Song!”

“Tap-tap-tap—” The sound of high heels hitting the ground rapidly, Zhao Yaqian ran over and hugged him tightly, passionately kissing him.

The world went silent; Lin Muxue stood rooted to the spot.

As if her feet were planted firmly in the ground, she couldn’t move an inch.

Her hands hung by her sides, half-open and half-closed, her body stiff, muscles tensed.

It was as if a hand was clutching her throat, making breathing somewhat difficult.

…

Her lips slowly parted.

Zhao Yaqian’s eyes were full of tender affection, “Brother Song, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I won’t let you down.”

Tang Song felt her soft waist and a gentle smile appeared on his face, “Keep it up, beautician friend!”

Hearing the familiar words, Zhao Yaqian chuckled.

The love in her eyes seemed to engulf him, and she couldn’t help but kiss his face again.

With her height and heels, she was even slightly taller than Tang Song, making it especially convenient to kiss him.

Tang Song patted her slim back and looked towards Xue by the roadside, nodding at her with a smile.

Xue was still impeccably dressed today, with delicate heavy makeup and a glamorous short skirt, looking sexy and beautiful.

Then, he asked with some surprise, “Qianqian, how do you know Lin Muxue?”

Zhao Yaqian paused, her mouth slightly agape, “Brother Song, you know Xue?”

“Mhm, you could say I know her,” Tang Song nodded lightly.

Tang Song was initially very interested in the quite fateful Muxue, as their encounters were always intriguing.

Plus, they met again during a “Luck Buff” boost, which is why he took the initiative to add her on WeChat.

However, she accepted his friend request but locked down her friend circle’s permissions.

Their brief exchanges were all quite cold.

Tang Song then gave up on being inquisitive and never contacted her again.

“That’s really such a coincidence!” Zhao Yaqian said with a smile: “Xue is a member of our beauty salon. She takes very good care of me; we’re close friends. She accompanied me to the contract signing today and was also my witness. I invited her myself.”

“Oh?” Tang Song blinked in surprise, a strange feeling creeping up on him.

It seemed he really was fated with her, randomly bumping into her from time to time, and now she had become good friends with Qianqian.

Standing by the roadside, Lin Muxue felt a cold chill all over, her heart pounding inexplicably.

Her arm moved unconsciously, she opened her mouth, and her words were jumbled: “Good…a..afternoon, I didn’t expect it to be you…Qianqian’s…boyfriend, what a coincidence.”

She didn’t even know what she was saying, only feeling the language control part of her brain somewhat malfunctioning, speaking incoherently.

Zhao Yaqian said with concern, “Xue, are you all right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Lin Muxue smiled stiffly, “I’m fine.”

“You look a bit pale, maybe you should go home and rest,” Zhao Yaqian said sincerely: “Xue, thank you for today, let’s get together again when we’re free.”

“Okay.”

“Bye-bye.”

Tang Song also nodded at her, turned, and got into the driver’s seat, casually closing the car door.

Zhao Yaqian waved through the car window to Lin Muxue. The white Bentley slowly merged into traffic, vanishing around the corner with the evening’s afterglow.

Lin Muxue’s gaze lingered for a long time, her complexion pale, her lips tightly pursed.

After a while, she slowly walked towards the residential complex’s gate, her steps shaky, almost unable to stand firm.

…

Inside the quiet car cabin.

Tang Song turned his body and looked at the beautician, who had changed into a different style.

The figure-hugging shirt outlined her rounded curves, the high-quality stockings faintly showed the delicate flesh beneath.

Despite her conservative and office-appropriate attire, her sexy, voluptuous body and beautiful face gave off an erotic allure.

Especially the full and bouncy thighs under the stockings, radiating a powerful seduction.

Tang Song felt an urge stirring, wanting to immediately put his arm around her.

As he thought this, his right hand found its way to the passenger seat.

The perfect touch overwhelmed him, his fingers pressing hard, beginning to wander.

Zhao Yaqian whimpered slightly, not daring to resist.

She bit her lip and whispered, “Brother Song, the clothes I’m wearing belong to Xue. It wouldn’t be good to damage them.”

Tang Song’s hand paused for a moment, no wonder he found the clothes somewhat familiar; they were worn by Lin Muxue.

He thought back carefully to that random encounter on the street on the way to Cloud Stream Building. (Chapter 146)
Wow! This scene somehow reminded him of the “clothes of Piao…”.

Looking at the thin, breathable stockings, it seemed they would tear easily as well.

Tang Song said thirstily, “No worries, we can just compensate her double the price!”