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Mining Construction Community.

In the bathroom, steam filled the air, casting a hazy mist over the frosted glass door.

Liu Qingning leaned weakly against the warm tiled wall, letting Tang Song hold her and wash away the sticky sweat with the showerhead.

This morning, she truly saw something new.

She never imagined there could be so much fun between a man and a woman.

And Tang Song was clearly well-taught by Wen Ruan, using all kinds of tricks to render her completely powerless.

In the end, he directly dragged her into the bathroom.

This was their first time... bathing together.

And it was in her own bathroom.

For her, this experience was both embarrassing and indescribably thrilling.

The blue and white school uniform that carried their entire youth was soaked and thrown into the corner of the washing machine, quietly spinning.

"Alright, Qingning." Tang Song turned off the water, picked up a towel, and carefully wrapped her curvaceous, water-beaded body, "Let’s have lunch at my place. My parents have already arranged everything, including your favorite sweet and sour ribs."

His voice was particularly gentle.

"I barely have the energy to eat! It’s all your fault!" Liu Qingning lightly smacked his chest.

Blushing, head lowered, she was escorted back to the bedroom by Tang Song.

Then, like a startled rabbit, she pushed him out and slammed the door with a "bang."

Liu Qingning finally let out a long sigh of relief. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, her whole body was tinged pink, her eyes misty, and her cheeks flushed even hotter.

After calming down, getting dressed, and blow-drying her hair, she picked up her phone to call her parents.

To ask about their driving situation.

Upon unlocking, she was greeted by five missed calls on the screen.

Some were from unfamiliar numbers, some from her homeroom teacher, Li Gaisu.

Liu Qingning’s eyes subtly twitched.

With her frosty wisdom, she quickly guessed what it was about.

She walked out of the bedroom into the living room.

She waved her phone at Tang Song, "It seems the school already knows about Mayor Li’s incident, and they’ve been blowing up my phone. How do you think I should respond?"

"Whatever you want." Tang Song chuckled.

With this "authorization," Liu Qingning paused for a moment, found Li Gaisu’s number, and dialed.

The call was answered almost immediately.

"Hello? Qingning! You finally called back!" Teacher Li’s urgent and relieved voice came through from the other side.

"Teacher Li, is there something urgent?"

"Just now, the school leadership called me saying there was a major mishap in the previous arrangements, and everything has been readjusted. They’ve reserved two seats for you and Tang Song on the podium. The previous speech has also been reinstated..."

Liu Qingning listened quietly, only occasionally saying "hmm," without interrupting.

After Teacher Li finished, she smiled and said, "Thank you, Teacher Li. However, I’ll pass on the speech. I think we’ll just sit quietly below as regular alumni and offer our Blessing to the alma mater, rather than steal the spotlight from the leaders and distinguished alumni."

She and Tang Song both had deep feelings for their alma mater, and they certainly wouldn’t cause a scene at an event like the school celebration.

But being targeted was still being targeted, and a small, harmless "retaliation" could at least make them feel better.

"This... this won’t do..." Li Gaisu wanted to persuade further, his tone filled with urgency.

However, Liu Qingning interrupted him with a smile, "Teacher Li, really, it’s fine. You don’t need to worry, just tell the school directly."

"Ah, alright then." Li Gaisu knew he couldn’t persuade her, and cautiously added, "By the way, Qingning, our Principal Liu wants to call Tang Song personally to apologize and discuss the specific arrangements for tomorrow’s reception. Would it be possible for you to send me Tang Song’s number?"

Liu Qingning glanced at Tang Song, "Sure, just a moment."

After hanging up, Liu Qingning informed Tang Song and sent over his number.

Soon after, the phone rang.

Tang Song answered calmly, "Hello."

"Hello, Principal Liu."

"It’s alright, Principal Liu. I came back this time to celebrate the alma mater’s anniversary. We will respect whatever arrangements the school makes as alumni."

"Yes, yes, okay... goodbye."

After hanging up, Tang Song shrugged and smiled, "Looks like our school’s leadership got quite a scare."

Principal Liu Zengyin had been in his position for many years; he was already in charge when Tang Song was in high school.

In his memory, this principal never smiled, always spoke with authority, exuding the presence of a superior.

But now, on the phone, his voice sounded almost humble, every word chosen cautiously, afraid to make even the slightest mistake.

This stark contrast left Tang Song with some strange feelings.

Liu Qingning also laughed and said, "Isn’t it time to eat? Let’s not keep your parents waiting."

"Weren’t you out of energy?"

"You rascal!" Liu Qingning lightly kicked Tang Song’s calf, pouting, "Go, pack my bag for me, I’m going to touch up my makeup."

The two of them playfully tidied up, and after Liu Qingning sent a message to her parents, she took Tang Song’s hand and left the house.

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Ten minutes later, the Rolls-Royce Phantom parked securely in the underground garage of Yunjing Platform.

Took the elevator straight to the fifth floor.