It was almost 10 PM.

At Isha Beauty Salon.

Just after leaving the store, Li Weiwei hurried back inside, looking for Zhao Yaqian, who was tidying up the beauty room.

Excited, she exclaimed, "Qianqian! Your boyfriend has secretly come to pick you up again! Are you surprised? Excited?"

Zhao Yaqian was momentarily stunned. "Weiwei, what do you mean?"

"It's the same car as last time! Parked in the same spot—I even remember the license plate number! I didn't see the person, but it's him!" As soon as she finished speaking, the news quickly drew the attention of the other coworkers who were working the night shift.

"Where is he? Where is he? I want to see him in person."

"I've heard Weiwei say he's super handsome; I must see for myself today!"

…

Biting her lip, Zhao Yaqian hurried to the window, pulled back the curtain, and looked across the street to where the car was parked.

She quickly spotted the black BMW under the warm streetlight, hazard lights flashing.

"It's him!" Instantly, her face lit up joyfully, and her previously tired body felt reinvigorated.

"Quick, let's help Qianqian finish up so we can go down and say hi. After all, we ate that expensive cake he bought."

"Yeah, let's hurry! Get moving!"

With her coworkers' enthusiastic help, the tasks were quickly completed. Zhao Yaqian jogged to the changing room and removed her work uniform. Looking at her clothes in the locker, she suddenly regretted not wearing her new dress. Since she worked late for safety reasons, she usually dressed conservatively—mostly in long pants, a loose jacket, and sneakers. Sighing, she changed clothes, grabbed her bag, and headed out.

A few coworkers followed her, giggling and wanting to see this generous and handsome boyfriend in person.

As she walked out the door, Zhao Yaqian's pace quickened, and she eventually broke into a run. Reaching the car, she was about to peer through the driver's side window when—

"Click—" The driver's door opened.

Tang Song stepped out, flashing her a bright smile. "Good evening, Qianqian."

Standing under the streetlight in the night, his handsome features were highlighted by the interplay of light and shadow. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, black dress pants, and brown leather shoes. The clothes were of high quality, with excellent drapes, combining a fashionable look with a business vibe. Coupled with his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tall figure, he exuded a confident and composed aura, perfectly complemented by the gleaming BMW 330, as if he had walked straight out of a TV drama as a corporate elite.

The sight drew gasps of admiration from the coworkers behind Zhao Yaqian.

Although they had heard how outstanding he was from Li Weiwei, seeing him in person was entirely different.

Their job allowed them to interact with many wealthy people—their regular clients were mainly socialites, senior white-collar workers, and second-generation heirs. They could tell this guy was the real deal from his clothing and demeanor alone.

Their gazes turned envious as they looked at Zhao Yaqian, almost to tears.

Seeing Tang Song in front of her, Zhao Yaqian's eyes were filled with joy. "Thank you, Brother Song, for coming so far to pick me up again today."

Looking at the slender and elegant beauty therapist friend before him, Tang Song smiled and gently took her soft, delicate hand, giving it a light squeeze.

Zhao Yaqian blinked but didn't resist.

Holding her hand, Tang Song stepped forward and said, "Good evening, ladies!"

"Good evening, handsome!"

"Thanks for the cake, handsome!"

"Qianqian, aren't you going to introduce us to your boyfriend?"

"Yeah, introduce us!"

…

In an instant, the girls gathered around, curiously eyeing them.

Seeing that Tang Song didn't refute being called her "boyfriend," Zhao Yaqian finally felt relieved. She beamed and introduced them to each other.

After chatting for a bit by the roadside, Zhao Yaqian waved goodbye. "We're heading off now. See you all tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"Take care! Stay safe!"

When she suddenly paused, Zhao Yaqian opened the car door, about to get in.

A large orange gift bag was on the passenger seat, practically covering the entire seat. A string of striking black letters was printed on it.

"Brother Song, there's something on the seat. Should I move it to the back?" she asked.

Standing by the front of the car, Tang Song smiled. "It's a gift for you—do with it as you please."

"For me?" Zhao Yaqian's eyes lit up.

Her coworkers, who hadn't left yet, quickly gathered around, their eyes filled with envy.

Picking her up late at night was one thing, but bringing a gift too?

"So romantic!"

"Qianqian, hurry and see what it is!"

Without pretense, Zhao Yaqian eagerly lifted the bag—it was quite heavy. Soon, the orange box inside was revealed, and she could see the letters "LOUIS VUITTON."

"Louis Vuitton!" someone shouted, their voice especially loud.

The others also recognized the logo immediately.

Many of their clients carried LV bags and wore LV clothes.

Looking at the large bag in Zhao Yaqian's hands, they were momentarily speechless, feeling waves of envy.

Oh my god! What kind of dream boyfriend is this?

Zhao Yaqian's throat tightened, hardly daring to believe it.

As a girl, she naturally knew the brand. Many people around her often discussed it, and she even fantasized about someday owning a luxury item like that.

But she never expected it to happen on such an ordinary night.

With her face flushed, Zhao Yaqian bit her lip hard as if trying to confirm this wasn't a dream.

Li Weiwei nudged her arm excitedly. "Qianqian, open it up and show us!"

"Yeah! Open it! I want to see what it is!"

…

Urged on by her coworkers, she reached into the bag to pull out the gift box but found a smaller white box inside.

Curious, she picked it up and examined it—it had a phone icon on the front.

"An extra gift?"

"It's an iPhone 14 Pro."

"Wow, the 1TB version! That's over ten thousand yuan!"

Her coworkers' eyes turned red with envy.

Zhao Yaqian lovingly caressed the phone box. She had been meaning to replace her old phone—its memory was full, and the camera was poor, but she never had the money to do so. Tang Song had just given her a top-of-the-line phone, fulfilling yet another of her dreams.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yaqian carefully placed the phone aside and pulled out the large orange gift box. Her coworkers immediately stepped up—one holding the gift bag, the other the gift box.

Zhao Yaqian impatiently opened the box, carefully unwrapped the white bag inside, and revealed the bag.

She lifted it up and closely examined it.

LV's signature vachetta leather trim, the exquisite logo, the eye-catching metal magnetic closure, the vachetta leather straps...

The simple and elegant design, with smooth lines, showcasing a modern aesthetic.

LV Carryall.

She had seen this model online before and heard friends discuss it but never thought she'd own one.

Everything around her went quiet for a moment, and she felt like she was in a dream.

After what seemed like a long time, Zhao Yaqian carefully packed up the bag and placed it and the phone in the back seat. She barely noticed her coworkers still watching.

She quickly stepped forward, threw her arms around Tang Song, and said, "Thank you for the gift, Brother Song. I love it so much!"

Then, she kissed him on the cheek.

Feeling it wasn't enough to express her gratitude, she kissed him several more times.

As he felt her soft and voluptuous body pressed against him, a rush of heat surged through Tang Song's lower abdomen.

Zhao Yaqian's body stiffened as if she had felt something, and she slowly released him.

Tang Song turned to the driver's side, his voice hoarse. "Let's go, Qianqian, it's getting late. Let's get in the car."

Zhao Yaqian quickly nodded, waved goodbye to her coworkers, and obediently entered the passenger seat.

The engine roared to life, and the black BMW 330 merged into the night.

The beauty therapists standing by the curb felt a pang of envy—tonight's dream material was set, but unfortunately, they weren't the main characters.

…

In the quiet car.

Zhao Yaqian hadn't yet come down from her earlier excitement. Her face was flushed, and her legs trembled slightly.

Tang Song's gaze swept over her long legs, wrapped in skinny jeans. He pursed his lips and subtly placed his right hand on her thigh, gently squeezing.

Her legs were firm and elastic, with a wonderful feel.

Feeling the warmth of his hand on her thigh, Zhao Yaqian's body stiffened again but soon relaxed. She turned to look at Tang Song. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novelꜰire.net

Tang Song's face felt hot—this was his first time doing something like this, and he felt slightly embarrassed.

After a moment, his hand moved slightly, starting to slide upward slowly.

A wave of tingling sensation rushed to Zhao Yaqian's head, causing her to gasp in surprise as she grabbed his right hand. "Brother Song!"

Tang Song took a deep breath, pulled the car to the side of the road, and turned off the engine. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he leaned over, breathing in her sweet fragrance, and pressed his lips against her warm ones.

Zhao Yaqian let out a soft moan, gradually loosening her grip on his hand.

Finally, Tang Song learned the size of his beauty therapist friend—approximately a C-cup.