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Looking at her appearance, Tang Song moved closer to her, his warm breath spraying onto her forehead.

Their eyes met in the air.

"Ah—" Zhang Yan gasped lightly, her almond-shaped eyes trembling fiercely.

Tang Song looked into her panic-stricken eyes and suddenly said, "Zhang Yan, you are very special to me. Being able to help you makes me feel really happy, and it gives me a sense of fulfillment. Please think about my proposal carefully, okay?"

This "confession-like" remark instantly struck the softest defenses of Zhang Yan’s heart.

Her heartbeat sped up rapidly once again, and she almost forgot to breathe.

Special... I am special...

Seeing her on the verge of fainting, Tang Song had to pull back a safe distance.

"Auntie still has several tests to go through in the afternoon. It will be very hard. You should go and rest in the ward. I’m going out for a while to handle some work."

Zhang Yan blankly replied with an "Mm," following behind Tang Song.

Heading toward the ward.

As the door opened, Zhou Hui and Chen Shuangshuang’s gazes immediately turned toward them.

Tang Song smiled at them and said, "Auntie, Shuangshuang, I have some urgent matters at the company to handle, so I’ll leave first. If there’s any situation here, feel free to call me anytime."

Zhou Hui hurriedly propped herself up to sit, "Tang Song, today...thank you so much. Auntie doesn’t even know what to say..."

"Auntie, no need to be polite, health is the most important thing."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Tang Song glanced at Zhang Yan again and then turned to leave.

Not until his figure completely disappeared at the end of the corridor did Zhang Yan, like a deflated balloon, walk over to her mother’s hospital bed and sit down.

Her cheeks still flushed with abnormal redness, her mind filled with chaotic and wild thoughts.

Zhou Hui looked at her daughter’s absent-minded appearance and sighed inwardly.

She gently asked, "Ayin, how did you and... Tang Song, meet?"

Zhang Yan suddenly came to her senses, her gaze falling onto her fingers. After a while, she replied in an almost inaudible voice: "...middle school classmates."

Upon hearing this unbelievable answer, Zhou Hui’s cloudy eyes lit up with an exceptionally bright glow!

The biggest weight in her heart was slightly lifted.

A gentle smile immediately spread across her face, and with a tone laced with reminiscence, she began talking to her daughter about past events in Jing County.

Between the mother and daughter, though this sudden illness had brought them closer emotionally,

the gap formed from over ten years of separation still existed.

Zhou Hui knew that many things couldn’t be rushed and she needed to first open up the defenses in her daughter’s heart.

...

A bit after two in the afternoon.

Star Cloud International Group, Yang City branch.

"Knock knock knock—"

A knock sounded.

"Come in!" A voice, slightly lazy yet not lacking authority, came from inside the office.

Tang Song pushed the door open and immediately saw the figure sitting in the large office chair.

Outside the window was the bustling skyline of Zhujiang New City.

Wen Ruan wore a dark gray silk shirt and trousers of the same color, wrapping an astonishingly voluptuous curve.

She elegantly leaned back sitting behind the desk, legs crossed, her demeanor composed.

Exuding both the confidence and elegance unique to career women, yet carrying a hint of natural allure.

Very captivating.

As she saw Tang Song, Wen Ruan lightly kicked the desk, sliding slightly back, teasingly looking at him, "Oh, isn’t this our suddenly ’vanished into thin air’ big boss? Back now?"

The original agenda was a joint discussion on the due diligence details of "Smart Chain Future," yet during the break, Tang Song directly vanished.

When asked what he was doing, his answers were vague.

Obviously, he was hiding something.

Tang Song smiled and walked behind Wen Ruan, naturally placing his hands on her tense shoulders and started to knead with moderate pressure.

"This is for my hard-working dear Ruannuan."

"Mm~"

Wen Ruan immediately let out a comfortable moan, her tense back instantly relaxing as she lazily leaned back against the chair.

Closing her eyes, she indulged in such unexpected service.

"Why so suddenly attentive?" She didn’t open her eyes but had a teasing smile on her lips, "Surely you have something to ask of me?"

"Haha, you are my girlfriend, giving you a massage is only right," Tang Song’s voice was deep and gentle.

As he spoke, his hands followed the outline of her long neck, discreetly slipped through the collar of the shirt, slowly moving down.

"Ah!" Wen Ruan gasped lightly but didn’t stop his actions, instead arching herself slightly.

Tang Song’s hands were truly exceptional.

Defined joints, slender and strong, carrying a temperature that could be addictive.

Even if she weren’t someone obsessed with hands, she couldn’t help but love them.

After a while.

Tang Song contentedly withdrew his hand, lifting the elder sister from the chair and sitting down himself, then placing her steadily onto his lap.

Fingers lightly strolled across her smooth and delicate skin, kissing her cheek.

He softly said, "Ruannuan, let me tell you a story."

"Oh?" Wen Ruan’s captivating peach blossom eyes blinked, "What story?"

"This story begins in 2007..."

Wen Ruan paused for a moment, why did this sentence sound so familiar?

Oh, that’s right!

A few months ago, when Liu Qingning first added her as a friend, she said she wanted to tell her the story of her childhood sweethearts with Tang Song.

The opening lines were exactly the same!

My goodness, true to first love status, this level of mental connection and tacit understanding is incredible.

"In East Zhang Village, Jing County, there was a little girl..."

But soon, as Tang Song’s story slowly unfolded, her mind was completely drawn in.