Chapter 2136 - 696: What Professions Do People in First Class Hold? (Part 2)

And Anne Kate, without a doubt, was the most interesting choice among the four who could satisfy her "playful spirit".

One was a calculating little pervert, the other a wild horse...

These two coming together...

Tang Song’s heart warmed slightly, adjusting the position of Qiuqiu on his lap to face him.

To be more closely connected with him.

To be honest, QQ and 00, these good sisters, are truly two extremes.

Though 00 is cute, QQ has a more striking visual impact.

Especially since Qiuqiu’s figure is quite graceful, a typical "slender branch with fruitful endings", much like Su Yu.

"Don’t... look..."

Under his intense gaze, Qiuqiu felt entirely uneasy, her face turning crimson.

Unable to resist, she reached out with her cold little hands and covered his eyes.

But her hand was soon brushed aside.

The night outside the window became even darker.

Qiuqiu’s eyes suddenly widened.

Above her head, that tuft of auburn hair floated gently without wind.

The [Dream Flower Seed] unfolded its vibrant branches, emitting a crystalline and dreamy glow.

Making her appear somewhat unreal.

...

Tuesday, December 5, 2023.

At dawn, the sky was still dark.

Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly for a few seconds before being startled awake.

She threw off the blanket, barefoot on the carpet, quickly heading to the bathroom.

"Click—"

The door was quickly locked.

The rustling sound was exceptionally clear in the quiet bathroom.

Qiuqiu stared down, blankly looking at the marks on her pajamas.

Her cheeks felt warm, heartbeat irregular.

Last night... she unexpectedly... had such a bizarrely embarrassing dream.

Since her adolescence, especially after her grandmother passed away.

The immense pressure of life and emotional repression led to some issues in both her mental and physical state.

She had almost no reaction to those matters and even felt disgust.

But with Tang Song’s presence, those repressed emotions began to loosen.

Like a frozen lake gradually melting under the spring sunlight.

Especially last night...

She looked down at her chest wrapped in pajamas, biting her lip.

Her cheeks were so hot they seemed ready to burn.

She stayed dazed for a while.

After washing up and changing into a clean white sweater and jeans, she walked out of the bedroom.

The morning light poured from the distant mountains, making the suite bright and gentle.

Her mother Li Meihua just got up, "Qiuqiu, you’re awake?"

"Hmm, shall we... go have breakfast together?"

Li Meihua was initially surprised, then immediately smiled and waved her hand, "Oh, I’m not going, not hungry yet. You and Tang Song go eat, young people should chat more."

She wanted to remind her daughter a few more things.

Like "Be nice to Tang Song" or "Smile more".

But Qiuqiu already briskly replied "Oh".

Turned and walked quickly outside.

Her steps were light, and the tall ponytail of auburn hair swayed gently in the soft morning light.

Watching her daughter’s almost "eager" back, Li Meihua showed a satisfied smile.

How many years has it been?

Since Qiuqiu’s grandmother passed away, every time she returned to her hometown here.

This daughter was always shrouded in indelible gloom.

Their mother-daughter relationship was either cold war or quarreling.

But now, she seemed truly much more cheerful.

...

Standing in front of door 1666 next door, Qiuqiu took a deep breath, about to knock.

"Click—"

The door, as if in mutual understanding, opened from inside again.

Tang Song appeared at the door.

"Good morning, QQ." He looked at her, his face beaming with a brilliant smile, "You look lovely today."

Qiuqiu’s cheeks flushed slightly, "Morning..."

Tang Song extended his hand to her, and after a moment of hesitation, Qiuqiu placed her cold little hand into his warm palm.

Fingers intertwined.

"Let’s go, we’ll eat outside."

"Okay."

"Are you familiar with the county town?"

"I came here many times as a child, for markets, buying clothes, and such."

"Then introduce me to the most authentic breakfast here in Qingcheng County."

"Alright."

...

At exactly 8 AM.

A luxurious convoy comprising a Bentley, a Maybach, and two black big Gs drove along the winding provincial road heading towards the distant hills.

The scenery outside the window gradually shifted from orderly buildings to the unique pastoral landscape of the Western Sichuan Plains.

Early season canola has already been sown, sprouting a layer of fuzzy, dark green seedlings shining with dewdrops in the cold, damp air.

Harvested rice fields only left bare stems.

In the current early winter season, it seemed slightly desolate yet filled with the most simple essence of life.

In the comfortable and warm Bentley.

Qiuqiu viewed the outside scenery, familiar yet unfamiliar, memories resurfaced uncontrollably.

On winter mornings, a white mist drifted across the river, smoke rising from the village.

Her grandmother would always pull out a hot roasted sweet potato from the cozy stove, placing it in her palm.

With hands marked by calluses, she’d repeatedly rub Qiuqiu’s cold hands, saying with a smile, "Good girl, now you won’t be cold, right?"

She would walk her along the narrow path, damp with morning dew and mud, to the village’s only elementary school.

She’d tell her those stories from "long, long ago" that she never tired of hearing;

Take her to the field on frosty mornings to dig up frost-bitten sweet potatoes;

When she fell, she’d gently pat the mud off her pants with those rough hands.