Noticing the odd expressions on their faces, Tang Song extended an invitation, "Cousin, Jiajia, how about joining us for dinner?"

Yang Zihang quickly waved his hand, "No need, we ate before heading out. Maybe next time—we’re all in Yancheng, after all."

"Alright then."

"Oh, by the way, Auntie sent these for you," Yang Jiajia pointed to the cardboard box next to the Passat. "The vegetables were picked fresh from the fields this morning. Auntie packed quite a lot, so if you can’t finish them, feel free to share with your colleagues."

"Okay." Tang Song nodded and squatted down to open the box, finding it filled to the brim.

Spinach, cucumbers, scallions, tomatoes—all freshly picked. There was also a jar of salted eggs.

His mom had probably remembered how he often shared his diet-friendly meals with her, which is why she had his cousin bring these over. She likely didn’t call ahead because she was afraid he’d refuse, thinking it would be too much trouble.

Gao Mengting squatted down beside him, legs together, and cheerfully said, "These veggies are so fresh! I bet you can’t finish them all, and as your colleague, I feel it’s my duty to help you out."

"Haha, sure. Last time, I ate plenty of those meat buns your mom sent, so consider this a thank-you gift."

Gao Mengting turned to him with sparkling eyes, "How about we skip eating out tonight and head to my place instead? I’ll cook for us."

"Sounds good."

Tang Song lifted the box, and Gao Mengting quickly opened the trunk to help him load it in.

Listening to their conversation, Yang Zihang and Yang Jiajia exchanged a look.

Wow! He’s already going to her place?

As they finished loading the groceries and prepared to say goodbye, Yang Jiajia couldn’t help but ask, "Brother, are you still working at that trading company as a programmer?"

She glanced over at Gao Mengting, standing by the Mercedes.

Could it be that he’s dating the boss’s daughter? That would be incredible!

Tang Song smiled and explained, "I’ve started my own business now—live-streaming e-commerce. Mengting is my business partner."

His wealth would come to light eventually, and he didn’t plan on hiding it from his family. This was the perfect opportunity to give them a heads-up. With live-streaming currently booming, many people had already made fortunes through it. This way, when the time came, his family could accept his success more easily.

"Entrepreneurship? And she’s a partner?" Yang Jiajia’s eyes lit up with excitement. "Brother, I wish you success! Make a fortune soon, and when I graduate, I’ll come work for you!"

"Thanks for the good wishes, Jiajia." Tang Song waved and said, "We’ll head off now—we haven’t had dinner yet."

"Alright, bye-bye."

"Bye!"

After saying their goodbyes, Tang Song got into the passenger seat.

The silver Mercedes S-Class smoothly started up and gradually disappeared into the night.

Watching it go, Yang Zihang felt a pang of bitterness.

A beautiful partner, driving a Mercedes S-Class, starting a business with his cousin, and cooking dinner for him at night. This feels like something straight out of a sci-fi movie!

...

"Has your roommate finished packing?"

"Yes, she’s graduating next month, so she’s been spending most of her time off-campus. Soon, I’ll have a permanent companion."

The two chatted as the car slowly drove into Zhuxi Complex.

"We’re here!" Gao Mengting parked the car downstairs, turned off the engine, and got out.

Tang Song rummaged through the trunk for a bit and pulled out a clean shopping bag. He opened the box and filled the bag with a portion of each type of vegetable and a few salted eggs.

They took the elevator to the 12th floor.

Gao Mengting pulled out her keys from her bag, opened the door to apartment 1202, and stepped inside.

The living room was pitch black.

"My roommate has been super busy lately. She mentioned a project with a tight deadline, so she’s been working late, coming home at odd hours," Gao Mengting explained while turning on the lights.

The apartment now had more items than before, with several sketches and watercolors hanging on the walls, giving the space a cozier, more lived-in feel.

"Make yourself at home. It’s already 7:30, so I’ll start cooking." Gao Mengting took the bag of vegetables from Tang Song’s hand. "The room on the west side is my roommate’s—don’t barge in there."

Tang Song laughed and asked, "What about the east room? Can I take a look?"

Gao Mengting raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Go ahead, but don’t go through my drawers."

"Okay, no problem!" Tang Song’s eyes sparkled with excitement. He hadn’t been in many women’s bedrooms, and he was curious. Plus, since she was his business partner, it made sense to get to know her better.

Biting her lip, Gao Mengting took the vegetables into the kitchen.

Tang Song opened the door to the main bedroom on the east side.

A faint scent greeted him, the same scent that lingered around Gao Mengting.

He turned on the light.

The room was neat and tidy, with a floral-patterned bedspread in soft colors. A simple wooden nightstand by the bed held a mirror, a book, and a cup. Below the window sat a white bean bag chair with a small ottoman in front of it, next to a mini bookshelf.

The room’s overall tones were light gray and white, giving it a cozy and tasteful atmosphere. Unfortunately, there were no scattered undergarments lying around. Find the newest release on novel⦿fire.net

Tang Song plopped onto the bean bag chair, propping his feet up on the ottoman. He casually pulled out a book from the shelf.

From the kitchen came the sound of sizzling as Gao Mengting cooked.

Breathing in the pleasant scent of the room and sinking into the softness of the chair, Tang Song began reading the book he had grabbed, titled Walden.

...

At 9 PM, after dinner, the two of them moved a couple of chairs out onto the balcony.

They enjoyed the breeze, gazing at the sparkling night sky and chatting. They discussed their thoughts on Walden, shared their impressions of the new team members, and talked about their hopes for the company’s future.

As the crescent moon rose higher and the air grew cooler, Tang Song glanced at the time and stood up. "It’s getting late. I should head home. You should rest early too."

"I’ll walk you out."

After putting on their shoes, they opened the door and took the elevator down.

Having talked so much earlier, Gao Mengting now seemed quieter.

Outside the building, standing by the Mercedes S450, Gao Mengting had her brown hair tied up in a clip after cooking, exposing her delicate earlobes and slender neck. Loose strands of hair floated softly in the breeze, creating a picture-perfect atmosphere.

Tang Song glanced at her bare legs and gently said, "It’s a bit chilly outside. You should go back in."

"Tang Song," Gao Mengting suddenly called out with a smile.

"Yes? What’s up?"

Looking up at him, she softly but firmly said, "On April 15th, I first saw you at Mingjun Auto Repair Shop. On April 22nd, you walked into Meiting Discount Fashion Store and invited me to become your partner, bringing me to Yunxi Tower.

On April 25th, we officially registered our Songmei Fashion Trade Co., Ltd. On May 2nd, we hired our first employee.

And today, May 11th, we now have a complete and professional team, and our company is finally on the right track.

Thank you, partner. You’ve changed my life and pulled me out of the mud.

From here on out, leave the company to me—I promise I won’t let you down!"

With that, she opened her arms and hugged him.

Feeling the warmth and softness of her body, and the familiar scent around him, Tang Song didn’t hesitate this time.

He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, holding her gently yet firmly, fully appreciating her curves.

When Gao Mengting tried to pull away, she found herself unable to.

Her hands pressed against his chest as she leaned back slightly, her face flushed. "Tang Song! What are you doing?"

"Why can you hug me, but I can’t hug you?" Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Tang Song could clearly feel her softness, and his heart began to race.

"You... you’re hugging me wrong! You’re being inappropriate!" Gao Mengting protested, embarrassed.

Just as Tang Song was about to reply, the roar of an engine broke the moment.

Suddenly, an anxious voice called out from behind, "Mengting!"

Tang Song turned to see a young man riding a cruiser motorcycle stopping beside them.

He took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face.

Tang Song recognized him immediately—it was Liu Wenning, the internet celebrity singer who lived next door to Gao Mengting. He was quite good at playing the guitar.

Hearing the voice, Gao Mengting quickly stepped out of Tang Song’s embrace, smoothing her hair. "Mr. Liu, what’s going on?"

"Are you alright? I just saw him—"

Before he could finish, Gao Mengting interrupted, "You’re misunderstanding. We were just joking around."

Liu Wenning froze, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I misunderstood."

With that, he got back on his motorcycle and rode off.

As he parked downstairs and entered the building, Liu Wenning couldn’t help but glance back at Gao Mengting.

The Mercedes S-Class’s digital headlights lit up, casting brilliant beams of light onto the ground in front of him.

The man in the white shirt smiled and said goodbye to Gao Mengting before getting into the car.

Liu Wenning clenched his fists, his expression darkening.

No matter how fast his Toyota 86 was, he couldn’t catch up to the Mercedes that Natsuki liked.