“This… there’s a reward too?” Lin Muxue licked her lips, instinctively glancing at the safe, though it was blocked from view.
A promise from a billionaire had to be extraordinary.
“Of course,” Tang Song said, his bright eyes fixed on her. “I’m always fair. Since I asked for your help, I’ll naturally provide a reward. So, left or right?”
Having previously experienced the 【Lin Muxue’s Whispers】 instance, Tang Song found a peculiar enjoyment in teasing her.
Though he currently held $10,000 cash in each hand, it didn’t stop him from indulging in a bit of playful mischief with his “pseudo-socialite” friend. It was a guilty pleasure of sorts.
Lin Muxue glanced briefly at the safe before suppressing her inner greed. With a sincere expression, she looked at him and said, “No need. I’m just happy to help you. I don’t need any reward.”
In truth, she really wanted that reward.
However, her Shanghai trip had only intensified her desire to win Tang Song’s favor. She was even willing to forgo such a tempting offer to strengthen their relationship.
After all, with Su Yu’s concert approaching and her high school classmates soon to arrive, she needed Tang Song on her side to make her planned request seem natural.
Tang Song’s eyes briefly reflected surprise—her response was slightly different from the image he had of her. But her obedient and flattering words were undeniably pleasing to hear.
Closing the safe, Tang Song slowly stood up, holding two bundles of fresh, crisp cash. The sight of the green bills instantly caught Lin Muxue’s attention.
Her throat bobbed as she gulped, her eyes involuntarily twitching.
Dollars?
Judging by the thickness, each stack was $10,000—over 70,000 RMB!
70,000 yuan!
That was how much she could earn after slaving over video edits for half a year. And she could’ve had it with just a simple nod?!
Regret surged through her.
Right now, she was desperately short on money. With this sum, her life could have been far more comfortable.
Note:Effort reaps rewards. I prove it with my voice.
【Tang Song’s Baseball Cap】
A cap worn by player Tang Song. Features excellent breathability and comfort. Wearing it reduces personal aura visibility, making the wearer appear more low-key and reserved. Agility +2.
Price: ¥3,000,000
5 million yuan in total. Tang Song didn’t hesitate, immediately purchasing both items.
Both were valuable tools to help him complete the upcoming mission.
The 【Tang Song’s Baseball Cap】 was especially useful for masking his identity on stage. Given Su Yu’s massive popularity, even appearing as a backup guitarist could lead to fan speculation and internet sleuthing.
Glancing once more toward the Emerald Lake Residences, Tang Song gave the driver a quiet command.
“Let’s go. Back to the Bulgari Hotel.”
Ten minutes later, the Maybach S680 came to a smooth stop at the B1 elevator entrance of the Bulgari Hotel.
Half-asleep, Zhao Yaqian clung to Tang Song's arm, following behind him with slow, measured steps.
Tang Song gently patted her on the hip and chuckled softly, “Come on, let me carry you upstairs.”
With that, he stood in front of her and bent down slightly.
Zhao Yaqian froze for a moment before tiptoeing onto his back, murmuring indistinctly, “Thanks, Brother Song. Love you.”
Tang Song scooped up her soft, curvy legs and stood up steadily.
Clinging to his neck, Zhao Yaqian nuzzled his face with her nose, giggling, then exhaled lightly near his ear.
“Stop messing around. Hold on tight,” Tang Song said indulgently.
After a bit of playful banter, she rested her face on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and gently bit him with her small, even teeth.
The two of them took the elevator directly to the 45th floor and entered a luxurious river-view suite.
Catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror, carried on Tang Song’s back, Zhao Yaqian whispered softly, “Brother, I really love you. No matter what happens, I’ll never leave you.”
Hearing her tender words, Tang Song paused for a moment before responding in a quiet voice, “I love you too, Qianqian.”
He carefully set her down on the soft bed in the bedroom, then bent over to remove her shoes. “Have a good rest. You can freshen up later.”
“Mm-hmm.” Zhao Yaqian hugged the blanket, her face adorned with a satisfied smile as she closed her eyes.
Tang Song leaned down and planted a light kiss on her plump lips, whispering, “Sleep well.”
Soon, the sound of her gentle snores filled the room.
Tang Song turned and walked toward the minibar, taking out a bottle of Balvenie whiskey and pouring himself a glass.
With the glass in hand, he sat on the single-seater by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the dazzling night view of Suhe Bay.
Outside, the lights glittered, and the bustling scene seemed dreamlike.
But his thoughts began to drift, and familiar faces floated before his eyes:
The gentleness of his first love, the sweetness of the beautician, the steadfastness of the older sister, the competence of his business partner, the pride of the White Rich Beauty, the contradictions of the pseudo-socialite, the glamour of the actress, the elegance of Secretary Jin...
He swirled the glass lightly, the amber liquid rippling as it intertwined with the tangled emotions in his heart.
For a moment, he was overwhelmed by a rush of feelings.
