Chapter 2192 - 710: Innocent College Girl, 2018_3

It’s impossible not to be moved.

The most beautiful time in her memory was the more than half a month she "cohabited" with Tang Song in the teacher’s apartment.

Exercising together every morning, eating together, chatting together...

Tang Song said in a half-joking, half-serious tone:

"Actually, I have a selfish motive. Watching you clean just now, you were amazing. To be honest, several rooms in my villa haven’t been tidied in a long time. So I wanted you to stay and help me clean for a day, haha. If you don’t want to, never mind."

He knew Cinderella’s character all too well and knew what kind of words would make her feel at ease to stay.

Sure enough, hearing the keywords "cleaning," "help me,"

Qian Lele’s unease and concerns gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of being needed and a feeling of anticipation.

"Well... well then, I’ll stay tonight to help brother clean the house, and leave tomorrow morning."

"That’s great, thank you, Lele. Come with me."

A gleam of triumphant joy flashed in Tang Song’s eyes as he directly took her hand, leading her around the living room to a bedroom door.

He pushed the door open and turned on the light, and the soft warm white light instantly filled the room.

"You can sleep here tonight. Go ahead and take off your clothes, it’s quite hot."

This spacious apartment had a total of four bedrooms. Aside from the secondary bedroom that Lin Muxue often "mapped out," the other two were still empty. The housekeeping team arranged by the property management regularly tidied them, keeping them clean and neat.

"Okay." Qian Lele nodded, her face flushed, and walked in somewhat awkwardly.

The door was gently closed by Tang Song.

Inside the bedroom, she was left alone.

Curiously but cautiously, she looked around.

The decor style of this guest bedroom was consistent with the outside living room: understated luxury.

A huge soft bed, exquisite bedside tables, a spacious private bathroom, and an entire wall of built-in closets.

Qian Lele walked to the closet, taking off her sweater and thermal leggings.

She instantly felt much fresher and cooler.

Her clothes were a bit damp; she had indeed sweated a lot while cleaning just now.

She carefully slid open the smooth glass sliding door of the closet, looking for a place to hang her clothes.

She froze in the next second.

Inside the closet, there were already several sets of new women’s pajamas and casual home wear hanging.

The pajamas were made of soft pure cotton, with cute designs, and even a few fitting sports jackets.

Below were also several pairs of cute fleece socks folded neatly.

And on the wooden panel beside them was a small sticky note clipped with a cute little clip, with "Lele’s" written in elegant, flowing handwriting.

Qian Lele pressed her lips together, picking up a pink pure cotton pajama with a Little Bear pattern, comparing it against herself, and looking at the size tag on the collar.

Her gaze slightly lowered, her nose tingling, and her eyes feeling warm.

These things were obviously prepared just for her.

All along, she has been clearly aware that there is a seemingly insurmountable gulf between her and Tang Song.

They live in two completely different worlds.

So she always missed him so much, wanted to see him so much, yet was always afraid that excessive disturbance would cause him trouble.

But today, she finally gathered all her courage, took that familiar route 31 bus, came to him, and entered his home.

He really always treated her like a younger sister who needed protection, carefully looking after her.

He was still like he was back in that small teacher’s apartment, seemingly unchanged.

She gently pressed the soft pajamas against her cheek, closing her eyes to feel that warmth from the heart.

...

Tang Song took out a bottle of chilled sweet white sparkling wine from the wine cabinet, along with two exquisite, crystal-clear wine glasses.

He came to the wide island counter in the living room.

With a "pop," the cork was skillfully pulled out, and an aroma of refreshing fruit instantly spread.

The pale golden wine with fine bubbles slowly poured into the glasses.

He took a gentle sip, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Setting aside that somewhat mischievous "condom" task, he really wanted to spend more time with Cinderella too.

She was truly a very special girl.

Simple, kind, honest, and sincere, she lived frugally but possessed a strength and resilience beyond her years.

Her existence reminded people of the hem of a school skirt fluttering in the sunlight, that kind of bright yet unpretentious beauty.

Being with her, one could always feel the warmth and charm of life itself.

An extremely high emotional value.

"Dingdong——" The WhatsApp notification sound broke the silence.

The phone on the counter lit up.

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Tang Song put down the wine glass, picked up the phone, and opened the message.

The photo content was her handwritten words on paper, tidy and graceful, stroke by stroke.

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Tang Song:

These days in Yang City, finally, there is a hint of winter. The night before, there was a light rain, and this morning the wind was much cooler, rustling the banyan leaves outside the window.

This sound is not as desolate as in the North. Instead, it carries a unique moisture typical of the Southern Country.

Like spring silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves.

...

Mother’s surgery went very smoothly. The doctor said she recovered unexpectedly well and can be discharged tomorrow. Sister Wen Ruan was very considerate and recently gave me ample leave.

Next Monday, I’m going to head to Yan City. I’ll stay there for three days, then head to the headquarters in the Imperial City for training.