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Chapter 306 - 306 207 Gym Clothes and Twin Ponytails
Chapter 306 - 306 207 Gym Clothes and Twin Ponytails
?Chapter 306: Chapter 207 Gym Clothes and Twin Ponytails Chapter 306: Chapter 207 Gym Clothes and Twin Ponytails Dusk fell as the stars intertwined with the city’s neon lights.
Tang Song leaned against the glass curtain wall of the living room, staring blankly at the distant skyline, occasionally sipping his ice-cold whiskey.
His mind was filled with the image of Wen Ruan’s final departure.
It was the first time he had seen her cry.
There were no loud arguments or hysterics; her emotions remained stable even when she cried.
That very composure allowed Tang Song to feel the struggle and pain in her heart all the more acutely.
Undeniably, his initial attraction to her was simply due to her exceptional figure and outstanding looks.
However, as he got to know her better, Tang Song’s feelings for her deepened gradually, and to say he was in love was no exaggeration.
Wen Ruan was free-spirited and magnanimous with a wide range of interests and a relaxed approach to life.
She had her own strong core that was impervious to external influences, independent both mentally and financially.
She always treated him with a big sister’s tolerance and concern, never minding to join him in some amusing little games.
Sensible and generous, tender as water.
Such a woman was rarely disliked, and of course, Tang Song was no exception.
However, he truly couldn’t give her the marriage she most desired.
Thinking about it, their initial acquaintance was under the guise of “matchmaking.”
Sighing, Tang Song put his glass down.
He went to his study, picked up his folk guitar, and began strumming its strings, aimlessly improvising chord progressions.
He hummed softly along with the melody from time to time.
Feeling a bit weary from singing, Tang Song then sat on the balcony, picked up his drawing board and pencil.
As a professional sketch artist and guitarist, he had a strong desire to express himself, especially when his emotions were stirred.
His mind seemed to brim with endless inspiration.
After some thought, he laid the drawing board on his desk and turned on the action camera to film the paper as he started his work.
He took a pencil out of his toolbox, used a knife to scrape off layers of pitch-black powder onto the pristine white paper, scattering it haphazardly.
Taking a tissue, he rubbed it firmly across the paper.
Soon, the white paper turned a light gray.
He switched off the study’s main light, leaving only the corner spotlight on, and the paper instantly became dark and blurry.
Tang Song picked up an eraser and quickly moved his fingers across the paper, the sound of friction filling the air.
Minutes later, Tang Song’s slender and lustrous fingers were dirty.
He casually dropped the eraser, turned on the ambient light, and pinched one corner of the paper, giving it a gentle shake.
In an instant, as the lead powder rustled down, a portrait emerged on the paper.
Lit by the Tyndall effect, the fluttering strands of hair, the shrugged shoulders, the tear-filled eyes…
He turned off the camera.
Tang Song gazed at the sketch for a while, lightly touching the eyes of the figure.
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June 5, 2023, Monday, sunny, 18~34?.
North City Garden Community.
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“Do you like it, Qingqing?”
Sunlight poured through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a golden glow on Tang Song’s tall figure.
His features were chiseled and profound, his expression exuding a determination and confidence that seemed to penetrate all the mysteries of the world.
Xu Qing swept her gaze over the entire villa’s layout, color scheme, and decorations—all her favorite styles.
He placed a set of keys in the palm of her hand, “This villa was prepared for you. From now on, you’ll live here. I’ll arrange for a housekeeper, a driver, a life assistant, and bodyguards for you. Of course, if you need me, I can also be here at any time.”
“Ahem—” Xu Qing coughed lightly, “I really like it and will reluctantly accept it. Go ahead and arrange everything you mentioned.”
“As long as you’re happy!” he said, his eyes overflowing with affection as if he was looking at the dearest treasure in the world.
“And my best friend,” she added.
“No problem, your best friend is my best friend. I’ll buy another large villa next to this one so you can be neighbors for life.”
“There’s no need for that, we can both live in this one,” she said.
“I’ll do as you wish; the three of us can live here together, as long as it makes you happy,” Tang Song agreed immediately, embracing her.
Xu Qing let out a low cry, flustered, her cheeks flushed red.
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“Qingqing! Qingqing!” A fresh and healing voice echoed in the bedroom.
Xu Qing gave a “ah” and sat up blushing from the bed.
She avoided eye contact with her best friend at her bedside, “What’s up, Yanyan?”
Shen Yuyan pinched her slightly chubby cheek, “You’d better get up; the sun’s already shining on your butt, or you’ll be late.”
“Ah?” Xu Qing reached for her phone on the nightstand, gasped, and quickly started changing clothes.
In recent days, her novel had been reaching exciting peaks, gaining better results, and the new male lead was even more popular than the previous CEO, with reader feedback becoming increasingly positive; she even had her own fan club.
Excited by her writing, she had fallen asleep at 1 a.m. and overslept.
And she had dreamt a rather strange dream.
One moment in reality, the next in the novel.
One moment as Xu Yanqing, the next as Xu Qing.
“What was that beautiful dream you had? You came in here giggling, hugging your blanket and rolling around,” Shen Yuyan asked, puzzled.
Hearing her best friend’s question, Xu Qing blushed, shrinking her neck, and shook her head, “I don’t remember.”
But the scenes from her dream kept replaying in her mind.
Because “Xu Yanqing” itself was a combination of “Xu Qing” and “Shen Yuyan,” the dream ended up with both of them moving into a villa with Tang Song.
It was too embarrassing!
Shen Yuyan watched her for a while and said, “Hurry up and get ready; I’ll drive you to the company later.”