Chapter 557: Autumn Encounter

Chapter 557: Autumn Encounter

Chapter 557: Autumn Encounter
After a moment, Shangguan Qiuya slowly raised her head.

What came into view was Tang Song holding the stockings, his eyes gentle and calm.

He didn't seem angry, and there was even a hint of joy in his eyes, as if he was quite satisfied with this "gift".

Shangguan Qiuya was a little dazed for a moment.

In her heart, Mr. Tang, who has always been aloof and rational, has always been more difficult to approach than Director Jin.

The awe that was deeply rooted in her bones and blood made her assume the worst possible outcome countless times before any mission.

But I didn’t expect that reality would be so...dramatic.

The atmosphere eased a little.

Shangguan Qiuya bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Mr. Tang, I won't disturb your rest then."

Tang Song put down the stockings in his hand and looked at her with gentle eyes: "Thank you for your hard work, Shangguan. It's quite late now, do you want to sleep here with me for a night? There are many empty rooms."

"Ah... No, that's not necessary, Mr. Tang!"

Her eyes widened for a moment, and even her ears turned red. "I have already booked a hotel. It's nearby."

Tang Song smiled and didn't persuade him any further, "Okay, then wait a moment, I'll get something."

"Okay." Shangguan Qiuya nodded quickly and watched his back disappear behind the door.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The "psychological shadow" left by the past Mr. Tang was too deep.

So much so that every time she faced him, she felt like she had to be careful even with her breathing.

But to be honest, Mr. Tang is really handsome now!

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a strong body, a clean and refreshing look, and a clear jawline like a sculpture.

If she were on the screen, she would not be inferior to those popular male stars.

Although Mr. Tang was very handsome in the past, he did not pay enough attention to his image. Whether it was his outfit, hairstyle, or body management, he was always casual.

With this appearance now, coupled with his "god-level core", he is simply the perfect male god.

It's a match made in heaven with Director Jin.

Looking forward to the moment when they stand together again.

Just as Shangguan Qiuya was fantasizing, footsteps were heard again.

The stockings in Tang Song's hand were gone, replaced by an exquisite picture frame.

It is slightly larger than A4 paper and is framed very exquisitely.

"Help me take this back and give it to your Director Jin."

Shangguan Qiuya quickly took it with both hands, looked down at the contents in the picture frame, and was slightly stunned.

Above is a sketch of Director Jin, which is very lifelike.

She was wearing her signature business suit, with her long brown hair tied up with a wooden hairpin, and a few strands of hair falling on both sides of her cheeks.

A pair of eyes are deep and bright, as if they can penetrate the drawing paper and reach people's hearts.

The whole picture is full of delicate emotions, and every detail is portrayed vividly.

Shangguan Qiuya couldn't help holding her breath, her voice full of excitement that was hard to conceal: "Okay, Mr. Tang, I'll hand it over to Director Jin personally!"

She could imagine how happy Director Jin would be when he saw the sketch.

Tang Song patted her shoulder with a bright smile on his face.

"Thank you for your hard work, Shangguan. Speaking of which, the first time we met was in October 2016, at the Capital Smile Investment. It has been 10 years in a blink of an eye. Compared to those years, you have become much more mature and outstanding."

He had obtained the [Light Feather of Memory] three times, and the first one had the shortest time span and the memory was the clearest.

I was also deeply impressed by Shangguan Qiuya, Jiang Yourong, Qin Yingxue and others.

Shangguan Qiuya's lips trembled slightly when she heard this, and her eyes suddenly felt sore. "Thank you for your recognition, Mr. Tang. I didn't expect you to remember it so clearly."

Those dusty memories came flooding back like a tide.

Of course she remembered the scene when she first met Tang Song.

I also remember how high-spirited and talented the 18-year-old Mr. Tang was.

He stood there, like a beam of light that made it impossible to look directly at him.

...

The elevator slowly goes down.

Shangguan Qiuya leaned against the smooth metal wall, her heartbeat gradually calmed down, the blush on her face faded, and she regained her usual calmness and elegance.

"Ding--"

The elevator door slowly opened at B1.

"Da Da Da——" the sound of footsteps sounded.

"Ms. Shangguan!" The waiting driver quickly opened the back door.

Shangguan Qiuya did not get into the car immediately, but put the carefully packaged sketch into the car first to ensure that it would not be wrinkled or damaged.

Then he bent down and sat down, his movements calmly and neatly.

"Go to Lanfeng International Hotel." Her voice was calm and clear.

"receive."

The Maybach started and drove smoothly out of the underground parking lot.

The city’s neon lights poured in through the car windows, casting mottled shadows on the glass.

The night breeze blew in through the slightly opened gap, bringing a hint of autumn coolness.

Shangguan Qiuya picked up the phone and called Director Jin.

"Hey, Director Jin, the task you assigned has been completed."

"Oh?" Secretary Jin raised her voice slightly, "Tell me in detail!"

Shangguan Qiuya lowered her voice and described her action of "throwing off the stockings" again, and added Tang Song's reaction.

Secretary Jin chuckled and said, "Very good, Shangguan, you did an excellent job. I am very satisfied."

"Thank you for the compliment, Director Jin." Shangguan Qiuya was a little flattered.

This was the first time that Director Jin praised her in such an appreciative tone.

Secretary Jin paused and continued, "Since you have already arrived in Yancheng, why not take care of the things over there?"

"Okay, Director Jin." Shangguan Qiuya replied immediately, "I have already contacted Jiang Yourong about her matter, and we will meet formally tomorrow."

"Hmm." Secretary Jin's voice was slightly deep, as if he was thinking about something.

After a moment, she added, "As for Tian Chengye's Jinxiu Trading shares, you register a shell company to buy out his shares. Before Tian Jing's birthday, inform Mr. Tang about the company. Just think of it as a birthday present I prepared for him and for Tian Jing."

"Understood. I'll make arrangements right away." Shangguan Qiuya nodded seriously, her eyes slightly focused.

hang up the phone.

Shangguan Qiuya leaned back in her chair, her eyes flickering, knowing that Director Jin was in a very good mood.

Originally, the shares in Tian Chengye's hands were a tool for Secretary Jin to use to pressure and discipline Xiao Jing.

However, after this little interaction, Director Jin seemed to have given up some of his tactics and turned to a gentler approach to deal with Xiaojing.

Thinking of the quirky Xiaojing.

Shangguan Qiuya couldn't help but chuckle and shook her head.

Xiaojing obviously hasn't realized what kind of "opponents" she is actually facing.

Not only is Director Jin concerned, but even behind the crisis of Huineng Electronics, the shadow of Ouyang Xinyue is looming.

……

October 2023, 10, Saturday, sunny to cloudy, 21~11℃.

Tang Song opened his eyes and his gaze first fell on the black stockings beside the pillow.

The corners of his mouth slowly lifted into a smile.

With the bank account arrival notification sound on the mobile phone, a new day officially begins.

Get up, exercise, shower, do your hair, the whole process is meticulous.

Then he went into the cloakroom.

Adjust the phone stand and lighting, and start recording today's "account material".

The number of his Douyin fans is about to exceed 40, and today he plans to record a cross-dressing video in the "mansion cloakroom".

The first clip: He walks into the screen wearing a white loose short-sleeved shirt and baggy sports shorts.

Second material: Use the cartoon hand to gently block the camera.

The third clip: When the camera becomes clear again, he has changed into a haute couture suit. His shirt, cufflinks, and watch are all exquisite, his shoulders are sharp, and his whole temperament is elegant.

With clean transitions, brisk rhythm, and popular BGM, a short video that is attractive enough to attract fans is completed.

Although her face was not shown throughout the whole process, every detail in the video is eye-catching.

The combination of these elements is a catalyst for hits.

After editing the video, send it to Tik Tok.

Tang Song looked at the time, stretched, changed into an outfit of [Autumn Encounter], and walked out.

The autumn morning light has already risen.

It is still early in the world, but autumn has already arrived in the mountains and rivers.

There was an icy chill in the air.

The leaves on both sides of the street have been dyed golden and orange, and occasionally a gust of wind will cause a few leaves to fall.

Tang Song walked leisurely through the early morning streets, his footsteps lightly stepping over the scattered branches and leaves.

The sunlight slanted down on his profile, outlining a perfect silhouette.

Occasionally, a young lady passing by would involuntarily stop and stare at his figure, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Endless fantasies well up in my mind.

...

After walking for a while, Tang Song casually found a breakfast stall that was doing good business.

When queuing to order.

The girl in charge of taking orders was hesitant and couldn't speak clearly.

Her face was flushed and she would glance at him from time to time, trying to hide her inner panic.

Tang Song had a warm smile on his face.

I ordered a tray of steamed dumplings, a bowl of spicy soup, and two tea eggs.

I saw a stall selling roujiamo nearby, so I bought one.

As his physical fitness improved, his appetite became particularly large.

These are just right for breakfast.

After sitting down, Tang Song took a bite of the crispy roujiamo, and the familiar fragrance filled his lips and teeth.

Tang Song hesitated for a moment, picked up his phone, took a photo and sent it to Qiuqiu.

The female designer seems to have had no more nightmares recently.

However, the growth rate of [Dream Flower Seed] is still very fast, which means that helping her "treat" her frigidity should be very useful.

……

Zhuxi Community.

In the dim bedroom, the curtains were not drawn, and only the faint light from the mobile phone screen was shining.

Qiuqiu sat leaning against the head of the bed, holding the mobile phone tightly in her hand, staring at the screen without blinking, her fingertips sliding and typing constantly, as if she was fighting a silent battle.

With the debut of He Yiyi’s live broadcast studio yesterday, HEYI STUDIO caused heated discussions within a small circle.

Naturally, some people noticed Tang Song’s “brand development” on Xiaohongshu.

The combination of the two can serve as a diversion for him.

Old fans have gradually found out that HEYI STUDIO is actually the brand of the famous anchor He Yiyi, and they are all in a boiling and excited state.

At the same time, many black spots were naturally born.

She has successfully infiltrated the fan base of two "Aprils".

Today is the weekend and she doesn't have to go to work, so she started acting as "tap water" before 6 o'clock in the morning and has been working intensively for almost two hours.

He didn't even have time to eat or change his clothes.

It's not just about speaking actively in the group and guiding the discussion.

And I have been checking April’s Xiaohongshu account.

When she sees someone criticizing April, she jumps out to retort; when she sees someone praising her, she likes and reposts the post immediately; she carefully reads every note related to April on Xiaohongshu and actively interacts.

"Ding Dong——" the WeChat notification sound suddenly rang.

Then, two messages popped up:
【Tang and Song Dynasty: Roujiamo.jpg】

[Tang Song: "It doesn't seem as delicious as the one you brought me before. Maybe it's just a psychological effect?"]

Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the message and she sat up straight, her long orange-brown hair bouncing.

She opened the chat box, bit her lip lightly, and began typing a reply: "Okay, I'll bring you one on Monday. You can tell me in advance if you want to add anything."

Take a deep breath and hit send.

Then, she stared at the phone screen without blinking, waiting for Tang Song's reply.

After a while.

"Buzzing—"

【Tang Song: "Okay, then I want the grand slam, the most luxurious version."】

Qiuqiu raised the corners of her eyes slightly, crossed her legs, and began to chat with him thoughtfully while typing.

She was not very good at communicating with people. Every time she chatted with Tang Song, she had to carefully consider every word and even rehearse the conversation several times.

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, afraid of making him unhappy.

In fact, I don’t just do this to Tang Song. I also sometimes do this when chatting with colleagues and classmates.

But in the eyes of the other party, you appear to be unkind, cold, and distant.

She also knows this problem, but unfortunately she can't change it.

[Tang Song: "You just got up, go eat too, bye. (#hug)"]

Seeing the other person's last expression, an unnatural blush appeared on Qiuqiu's face.

He rubbed the hem of his undershirt with his fingers, and a struggle flashed across his face.

She had the urge to give him a hug back, but she didn't dare to do so in the end. She just whispered, "Okay, bye."

Putting down the phone, Cheng Qiuqiu sat on the bed, stunned for a few seconds.

But soon she got up, changed her clothes, washed, and fixed her hair.

The whole person seems to be injected with new energy, becoming full and lively.

Open the door and walk into the living room.

A figure came into view.

Qiuqiu paused, a look of panic flashing across her face.

Gao Mengting was sitting in the living room, wearing casual clothes, listening to music with Bluetooth headphones on, and holding a copy of "Norwegian Wood" in her hand.

"Morning, Senior."

Hear sounds.

Gao Mengting put down the book, raised her head and said, "Good morning, Qiuqiu, I brought you breakfast, eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you, senior." Qiuqiu lowered her head and spoke in a soft voice.

Gao Mengting took off her headphones, stood up, walked to her side, and patted her on the shoulder. "What are you thanking me for? You've worked hard these past few days. Now that the visual recognition system has been completed, you don't need to work overtime recently. Take a good rest."

"Yeah." Qiuqiu nodded, not daring to look Gao Mengting in the eye.

I was just "having a lively chat" with my senior's boyfriend, but now I'm suddenly facing her concern, and the guilt in my heart is beyond words.

She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she just couldn't control herself.

After sitting down at the dining table.

Gao Mengting smiled and said, "Didn't you make an appointment with Gao Junfeng to buy a motorcycle today? What time did he say he would pick you up?"

"It's about 9 o'clock."

Gao Mengting blinked and said in a teasing tone, "You two are quite predestined. You were neighbors before, college alumni, and both lived in Yancheng after graduation. Now he wants to buy a motorcycle, is he going to make a move on you?"

"No, Senior Sister." Qiuqiu shook her head quickly, her tone serious but with a hint of panic: "He bought it because his boss liked it. We are just ordinary friends, and you know my situation..."

Her voice became lower and lower, as if she was afraid of being heard.

She didn't care much about her sexual frigidity before, but now she feels particularly uncomfortable for some reason.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore."

Gao Mengting quickly interrupted the topic and started chatting with her about entertainment gossip.

...

9:30 AM.

"Ding-ling-ling——" the cell phone rang.

Qiuqiu glanced at the incoming call information and quickly answered the call, "Hello, Brother Junfeng."

"Oh, okay, I'll be down in a minute."

"Bye-Bye."

After hanging up the phone, she let out a breath, stood up and walked towards the closet.

Because she was going to help test drive a motorcycle, she changed into a casual sporty outfit.

An oversized sweatshirt, paired with black pencil pants, sneakers, and finally a baseball cap like Su Yu's.

Everything was done. I looked at the time, picked up my cross-body bag and went downstairs.

When I pushed open the door of the unit, a familiar figure came into view.

Wearing a grey casual outfit and white sneakers, he is tall and thin with a handsome face, and looks like the "senior male lead" in a TV drama.

"Brother Junfeng." Qiuqiu smiled lightly, her tone natural but distant.

They have known each other for more than ten years, from neighbors in the community to university alumni, and later both stayed in Yancheng to develop their careers. They are very familiar with each other.

Because of this, she also knows very well what distance there should be between them.

So as to avoid misunderstanding on the other side.

"Good morning, Qiuqiu." Gao Junfeng smiled brightly, "This outfit suits you very well today. It looks very comfortable."

"Thank you." Qiuqiu smiled and didn't say much.

"Let's go, get in the car."

Gao Junfeng waved his hand, walked towards a black Audi A6L, opened the passenger door like a gentleman, and made a "please" gesture.

Qiuqiu nodded, took off her cross-body bag, bent down and sat down.

Her movements were sharp, her hips were charming, and her long legs stood out against the black pants.

The whole person exudes a charm that is hard to ignore.

Gao Junfeng stood outside the car, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds, a hint of heat flashing in his eyes.

"Bang——" the car door closed.

The Audi A6L started slowly and drove out of the community gate.

Gao Junfeng held the steering wheel and casually asked about Qiuqiu's recent work, with confidence and calmness on his face.

This recent period can be said to be the highlight of his life.

While other students were still trying to integrate into the workplace, he was already thriving in Zhongcheng Group as an assistant to the vice president.

For example, this Audi car is allocated by the company to senior executives.

After he asked, the Vehicle Management Department directly approved it and gave him a "temporary vehicle".

At this time, carrying the beautiful girl, I felt like "riding a horse at a gallop in the spring breeze, and seeing all the flowers in Chang'an in one day".

In fact, he originally suggested that Qiuqiu drive her Suzuki GSX250 to take him to pick up the car.

However, this cold girl refused without hesitation.

He has gotten used to this.

He has known Cheng Qiuqiu since she was 13 years old.

I know that she is different from ordinary girls and is extremely averse to contact from men.

So after secretly pursuing her for a while, I gave up.

Later, when he went to college, he became a celebrity and the school hunk, and there were so many outstanding girls around him.

A rich second-generation, a top student, a successful big sister...

He gradually let go of his obsession.

After all, his ideal partner is a beautiful, wealthy, fair-skinned woman like Qin Hua or Tian Jing, who has a strong family background and high emotional intelligence, and can help him pave the way and gain points in upper-class social circles.

In comparison, although Cheng Qiuqiu is stunningly beautiful, she comes from an ordinary family and has a cold personality.

He was born in the countryside, his father died early, and his mother ran a small shop.

Once we are really together, I will definitely drag him down.

However, he admitted that this face and figure were really fucking attractive.

Cheng Qiuqiu's temperament is like an uncarved piece of ice jade. The colder she is, the more she wants to conquer.

Especially the outfit she wore today, the lines, the temperament, the bone structure, every detail was perfect and flawless.

His eyes couldn't help but linger between her profile and the curve of her legs.

Without talking about the future, if we can maintain an "ambiguous state of being close yet distant", that would be just the right enjoyment.

Thinking of this, Gao Junfeng licked his lips subconsciously, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Beep, beep, beep--" a shrill whistle sounded.

Cheng Qiuqiu frowned slightly and reminded calmly: "Brother Junfeng, the light is green."

"Oh, oh." Gao Junfeng quickly came to his senses, released the brake, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away from the intersection.

More than ten minutes later.

The Audi A6L slowly drove into Hengda Car Dealership.

After parking the car, the two walked into the dealership together.

What meets the eye is a spacious and bright space with luxurious decoration, metal and glass interlaced, and rows of brand new motorcycles neatly parked inside.

The light shone on the car body, flashing the cold light unique to machinery.

Because it was the weekend, there were many people in the exhibition hall and the atmosphere was lively.

Accompanied by the sound of "da da da" footsteps, a female salesperson came up quickly with a decent professional smile on her face.

"Hello, both of you, what can I do for you?"

Gao Junfeng took out his ID card and handed it over, "I'm here to pick up the car. I've booked it before. Here's my ID card."

"OK, just a second."

The female salesperson took the ID and led the two to the counter.

After a few quick operations on the computer, he looked up and said with a smile: "Mr. Gao, you are ordering a 2023 Honda CM500, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment, and whispered in surprise: "Isn't it CM300?"

Gao Junfeng raised his lips slightly and chuckled, "I forgot to tell you, I originally wanted to buy the CM300 you recommended, but then I thought about it and decided to just go for it in one go."

Cheng Qiuqiu said with some concern: "CM500 has a larger displacement, and you are a novice, so it will be stressful to control it."

"Haha." Gao Junfeng shook his head indifferently, "It doesn't matter, just get familiar with it."

Cheng Qiuqiu moved her lips, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

A few minutes later, the order was printed.

The saleswoman smiled and said, "You have enjoyed a 3000 yuan discount. The balance of 5.88 yuan has been paid off. You only need to pay another 7400 yuan, which covers the purchase tax, insurance and license fees. Take a look. If there are no problems, I will go through the process."

Gao Junfeng glanced at the reservation form and said, "No problem."

"Di-"

The payment success prompt sound sounds.

The saleswoman smiled brightly: "Mr. Gao, you can wait in the rest area for a while. We will handle the dispatching procedures for you right away. However, since there are many customers today, you may have to wait a little while."

Hear this.

Gao Junfeng raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly chuckled, "By the way, is your Manager Zhang here? I'm Gao Junfeng from Zhongcheng Group. I asked him for help in booking the car, and I wanted to say thank you in person."

The saleswoman's expression instantly became more vivid. "Oh, so you are Manager Zhang's friend! Please wait a moment, I'll go check it out."

"Yeah." Gao Junfeng nodded lightly and sat down on the sofa.

A few minutes later, the saleswoman returned with a smile and said enthusiastically, "Mr. Gao, our Manager Zhang is in a meeting, but he has specifically instructed us to prioritize the dispatch process for you. We have already jumped the queue for the formalities."

"Thank you."

"You're so polite." The saleswoman looked at the two of them and said, "What would you like to drink? We have coffee, tea, and juice."

"Coffee." Gao Junfeng looked at Qiuqiu, "What about you? Qiuqiu."

"I'll just drink hot water."

Soon, two drinks were served.

The saleswoman politely excused herself, leaving the two of them sitting quietly in the lounge area.

Gao Junfeng took a leisurely sip of coffee, deliberately tilted his head to look at Qiu Qiu, and said in a relaxed tone: "This is how it works when you go out to do things. It's easier to make progress if you have some connections. Hengda Motors is the largest motorcycle dealer in Yan Province, and I have a good relationship with their sales manager Zhang Wen'an. If you want to change your car in the future, you can also contact me directly to arrange it. I guarantee a good price and thoughtful service."

As he said this, there was a gleam of obvious complacency in the corners of his eyes.

Two days ago, he received a call from Manager Zhang, telling him that the car had been paid in full and arranged by General Manager Wang himself.

He didn't even say a word, and got a motorcycle worth nearly 6 yuan for free.

This is the benefit of power, you can have resources tilted without any effort.

"Okay, thank you, Junfeng brother."

However, to his disappointment, Cheng Qiuqiu did not react with admiration or shock.

She still looked as cold and pure as snow.

Gao Junfeng's heart skipped a beat, as if the carefully arranged stage had suddenly lost its audience.

My balls hurt!

He frowned slightly, put down his coffee cup, and changed his tone to a more "intimate" one: "Don't be polite with me. We have known each other for so many years, and I am considered your closest friend. I always treat you as my sister. If you have any problems in life or work in the future, you can always come to me."

As he spoke, he deliberately turned sideways and moved closer, as if trying to create a little "ambiguous tension" by using the close distance.

Unfortunately, the results are still minimal.

Gao Junfeng exhaled, stood up and said, "There is a CM500 in the showroom. Why don't we go take a look at the car first? You teach me and get familiar with the operation."

"okay."

Cheng Qiuqiu nodded and followed him into the depths of the exhibition hall.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women is an eye-catching configuration.

The two walked side by side through the display aisle, and many eyes were quietly focused on them.

Gao Junfeng stood beside Qiuqiu, with one hand in his pocket, walking calmly, confidently and freely.

Don't know what an opponent is.

He turned slightly, looked at Qiuqiu's cold and beautiful profile, and was about to say something.

There was a sudden and subtle commotion at the entrance of the exhibition hall.

The crowd's gazes were drawn by some invisible aura and they all turned their heads.

Gao Junfeng noticed something strange, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then stopped.

Cheng Qiuqiu also looked over there, and then her whole body seemed to be frozen, staring blankly in that direction.

Brown leather shoes tapped against the marble floor, and his Adam's apple was faintly visible under his caramel turtleneck sweater.

He walked slowly from the entrance of the exhibition hall with a leisurely pace and a gentle expression.

The sunlight poured in through the glass wall on the side, perfectly outlining his tall figure and clean outline.

It's like a scene from an art film, with the quietest rhythm and the cleanest lens to bring the focus closer.

Qiuqiu's heart was instantly clenched and she even missed a beat.

Different from his previous appearance of being dressed in suits and looking very elite, Tang Song today appears gentle and restrained, with a literary and artistic temperament in his laziness.

As gentle as the beam of light in the window of a street corner cafe in the autumn sun.

If he were in school, he would be the boy hiding in the corner of the library and reading quietly;
If he is in a relationship, he must be the boyfriend who takes care of every detail, is serious and patient;

If you get married, he must be a husband who is down-to-earth, family-oriented, gentle and firm, and willing to protect you from the wind and rain.

(End of this chapter)