Chapter 2190 - 710: Innocent College Girl, 2018

Tang Song’s figure followed the slowly arriving Route 31 bus, moving on the platform.

Outside YJTC at six thirty in the evening was the peak of rush hour.

White-collar workers after work, aunts carrying groceries, students, and delivery riders crisscrossed, the lights flickering on the ground.

Tang Song, dressed in casual winter clothing, stood out like a crane among chickens, attracting mesmerizing and passionate gazes.

"Hiss——"

The bus stopped with a slight jolt by the platform.

He happened to stop at the position of the rear door.

Through a layer of fogged-up window glass, their gazes met in the interplay of light and shadow.

A gentle, handsome smile appeared on his face.

The rear door slid open with a "wah-la".

Cold wind, mixed with vehicle exhaust and the city’s breath, poured in.

Qian Lele stared at him, dazed.

A great joy and happiness flooded her mind, and the beautiful phoenix eyes sparkled brilliantly.

Brother... he is waiting for me.

Amidst the stream of people getting off the bus, she stumbled and squeezed her way down.

Her footing was somewhat unsteady.

At that moment, a warm large hand steadily held her shoulder.

Fingertips skimmed past her wind-blown strands of hair.

"Sister, are you cold? You’re wearing too little."

"No... not cold." Qian Lele shook her head, instinctively clutching her canvas bag, slightly bowing her head, her face a little red, "Thank you, brother, for coming to pick me up, sorry for bothering you."

December in Yan City, the night was chillingly cold.

The temperature had dropped below zero.

To look "good," she deliberately didn’t wear a down jacket, just the off-white duffle coat draped around her.

A section of dark gray tights peeked from beneath her skirt, accentuating her purity.

"Let’s go, it’s too cold outside, come inside with me. Dinner’s ready upstairs, I made it myself, not sure if it suits your taste."

Hearing this, Qian Lele’s eyes slightly warmed.

But she just said "Mm," seemingly unsure of how to express her feelings at the moment.

Tang Song chuckled gently, his hand naturally moved downwards, enveloping her slender hand.

Holding her hand, he headed toward the community entrance.

The warmth of his palm spread inch by inch through her skin.

Dispersing the cold wind, it made Cinderella’s heartbeat lose its rhythm entirely.

Qian Lele looked up, her clear eyes filled with light.

Carrying an unmasked reliance and joy.

...

Footsteps echoed in the quiet community.

"Have you been adapting well in Teacher Jiang’s lab lately?" Tang Song tilted his head to look at her, his voice gentle and intimate.

"Mm!" Qian Lele nodded hurriedly, her tone slightly excited, "Very well, senior brothers and sisters are all very kind to me, Teacher Jiang also especially takes care of me, taught me many things. And—"

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but look around.

Low ground lights in the community emitted a gentle warm glow, illuminating the clean and bright natural stone path beneath their feet.

The evergreen shrubs were trimmed into artistically neat arcs, light filtering through the tree shadows.

Actually, she had already seen the environment of this community in short videos on TikTok before.

After all, [YJTC] counts as the most upscale residential community in Yan City, and many local influencers have shot videos here.

She even already knew the location of the building where her brother lived.

"Step—step—"

Their footsteps extended along the stone path deep into the community.

The winter night’s air was somewhat cool, the streetlights stretching their shadows long.

Suddenly, Qian Lele stopped.

She lowered her lashes, lightly squeezing the strap of her canvas tote bag, as if gathering courage.

Tang Song noticed her movement and stopped, slightly tilting his head to look at her.

"What’s wrong, Lele?"

"Brother..."

Qian Lele took a deep breath, her cheeks slightly reddened by the cold wind.

She carefully opened the tote bag she had been clutching tightly against her chest, retrieving a small square box wrapped in kraft paper.

"It’s been cold lately, this is a scarf I knitted... a gift for you."

Tang Song was slightly stunned, reaching to accept it.

Opening the box, a pure white cashmere scarf lay quietly inside.

The stitches were fine and orderly, the patterns beautiful and substantial, clearly infused with a great deal of effort and time.

Looking at the bright-eyed, expectant Cinderella in front of him, he pursed his lips, offering the soft scarf to her, softly saying, "Help me try it on, will you?"

"Okay!"

Qian Lele smiled as she took the scarf, carefully unfolding it.

Tang Song cooperated completely, bending over slightly, his handsome face nearing hers.

Their breaths intertwined.

He could clearly smell the clean scent on her, a mix of shampoo and her unique youthful fragrance.

Cinderella’s expression was serious, wrapping the scarf around his neck circle by circle, finally tucking in the edges carefully.

"Thank you, sister, I really like it, I’ll wear it often."

He said, then lightly kissed her smooth forehead.

The warm soft touch, as light as a feather, swept across her skin.

Qian Lele’s ears buzzed and turned completely red.

"...I’m glad you like it."

Tang Song took her hand again, continuing toward the building.

Soon, they entered the soaring seven or eight meters high independent entrance hall.

Warm air rushed toward them, carrying a faint sandalwood fragrance.

The uniformed property manager immediately got up, bowing slightly, "Mr. Tang, welcome home."

Tang Song nodded in response, then led Lele into the glittering elevator.

The elevator ascended smoothly and quickly, the numbers jumping constantly, reaching the 20th floor.

"Ding——"