7:15 PM.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped smoothly through the night.

Inside the spacious and luxurious back seat.

Tang Song, black-framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, was looking down at his phone, intently replying to messages in various work group chats and private conversations.

Sitting beside him, Xu Qing was like a hyperactive prairie dog.

She squirmed incessantly on the soft leather seat, unable to stay still for a moment.

One moment she was plastered against the window, peering out at the pitch-black highway, the next she was pulling out her phone to take frantic selfies against the dazzling starry sky roof.

After taking one, she'd pinch-zoom to inspect it carefully, mutter "the lighting's bad," delete it, and retake it with a different filter.

"I'm telling you, Big Qingzi, can you just settle down for a bit?" Tang Song said without looking up, his fingers swiping across the screen. "You're practically shaking the car apart."

"Ah, I'm just excited!" Xu Qing put her phone down and leaned in close, her big, dark eyes sparkling. "Tang Song, we're about to board a private jet, right? The kind... that doesn't need to queue for security, has a big bed inside, and you can eat Michelin-starred meals in the sky?"

Tang Song finally looked up, glanced at her, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

"There is indeed a very comfortable double bed inside. After takeoff, I'll take you for a deep experience and treat you to a drink."

Hearing this, Xu Qing's face instantly flushed hot. She pushed him in a flustered, annoyed way. "I... I don't want that! And I don't understand what you're talking about!"

"Shy?" Tang Song blinked, leaning a bit closer, his voice dropping. "Weren't you quite happy drinking last time with your bestie?"

"Ahhh! You shut up!"

Xu Qing instantly went red-hot, writhing frantically in her seat, hands clapped over her face as if she wanted to stuff herself into the crevice of the leather seat.

Yet, the images from that absurd night uncontrollably flooded her mind.

She really had lost her head back then!

Of course, the main reason was that Scheming Yuyan was too good at playing! Under that woman's crazy instigation and coaxing, she had lost control of herself by the end...

Ahhhhh! She simply had no face left to see anyone! It was a solid black mark on her history!

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"What's wrong? Weren't you quite proactive back then, even with Yuyan..." Tang Song pressed on relentlessly, continuing to tease her.

"I'm not listening, I'm not listening, you turtle reciting scriptures!" Xu Qing clapped a hand over Tang Song's mouth, glaring at him with a fierce threat. "If you dare mention it again, I'll bite you to death!"

Tang Song, with his mouth covered, let out a muffled laugh.

He reached out and pinched Xu Qing's burning-hot cheek, then pulled her small hand down, withdrew his gaze, and went back to looking at his phone.

Keeping a Xu Qing by his side was indeed quite fun.

Putting other things aside, the emotional value she provided was absolutely maxed out.

This girl was prone to falling into self-delusion, had a huge imagination, was easily provoked, and her reactions were especially amusing.

Especially when she was together with her bestie.

One was responsible for digging the pit, the other was responsible for jumping right in.

Ending up bullied and whimpering complaints on the bed.

It was simply too entertaining.

Xu Qing shrank into the corner, muttering a few words under her breath, not daring to argue with this Great Demon King anymore.

She lowered her head, gritting her teeth, her face still flushed red.

That damned Little Songzi! All he knows is how to bully me!

Just you wait, I'll tell my godmother... oh no, Sister Xianyue, and have her teach you a harsh lesson!

No, I need to write a side story later, have Little Songzi kneel and apologize to me in it!

Damned, damned!

After mentally sharpening her knives and running a few circles of spiritual victory, Xu Qing's emotions finally calmed down.

Her attention quickly shifted back to her phone.

In her coser group chat and friend group chats, she frantically replied to messages, accepting the worship of her group members.

Looking at the stream of shocked replies, the corners of her mouth lifted uncontrollably, her heart feeling sweet and satisfied.

And this was just the beginning.

Next, Miss Xu Qing was going to board a private jet and go to Monaco to inspect a yacht!

A superyacht worth 650 million US dollars at that!

This was also her first time going abroad in so many years, and it was directly top-tier treatment, with figures like Ouyang Xianyue accompanying her.

This lineup, this pomp!

It was exactly like the ultimate realization of the female-lead power fantasy novel she was writing.

She had even already started composing scenes wildly in her mind.

Once they reached Monaco and boarded that superyacht,

she absolutely had to take hundreds of high-definition photos on the deck, by the infinity pool.

She'd directly dump them in the book review section then, utterly shattering the faces of those anti-fans who said she "didn't understand yachts, wrote too exaggeratedly"!

On the side, she'd also carefully observe how a real-life "noble matriarch" like Ms. Ouyang actually vacationed.

These were all perfect new book material, enough for her to start another phenomenal hit!

Perfect!

Xu Qing, satisfied, put away her phone and stole a glance at Tang Song beside her.

He was still looking at his phone.

The warm, dim cabin light fell on his profile: a high nose bridge, a clear, smooth jawline, long eyelashes.

So handsome.

Just like the male lead she crafted in her novels, having broken through the fourth wall and jumped right out.

Next up was the overseas dating dungeon for the male and female leads!

Right at that moment, Liu Jiayi in the front driver's seat suddenly spoke up to report:

"President Tang, we are about to enter the airport expressway. We just received word from the FBO. Ms. Ouyang's motorcade has just arrived. The green channel for security and customs is ready."

"Mm, good." Tang Song nodded faintly, locked his phone screen and put it away, his gaze turning forward.

Xu Qing immediately sat up straight, adjusted her clothes, instantly switching to "Dignified Lady · Socialite Writer" mode.

The car passed through a heavily secured checkpoint and continued along a dedicated lane.

Outside the window, the bustle of the regular terminal was completely cut off, replaced by an expanse of open tarmac.

In the distance, several business jets with different liveries were parked, gleaming with a cold, hard sheen under the lights of the ground service vehicles.

Xu Qing pressed against the window, trying hard to spot Little Songzi's private jet.

Soon, the car drove around a Gulfstream and slowly headed deeper into the tarmac.

Ahead, a silver-white Bombardier 7500 sat quietly.

Xu Qing's big, dark eyes instantly went wide as saucers, her mouth dropping open involuntarily.

Bigger, more beautiful, more elegant than she imagined.

The streamlined fuselage was sleek and elongated, giving off a low-key yet premium sheen in the night. The prominent logo on the tail was clearly visible, exuding an imposing aura.

The car stopped beside the airstairs.

Liu Jiayi got out first, exchanged a few low words with the airport ground staff waiting nearby, then opened the rear door.

"President Tang, Miss Xu, we're here."

The wind on the tarmac was noticeably stronger and carried a distinct chill than in the city.

Beside the airstairs, a red carpet was laid out.

Two female flight attendants in elegant uniforms had been waiting respectfully for some time.

Seeing Tang Song get out, they both bowed in unison. "Good evening, Mr. Tang, Ms. Xu. Welcome aboard."

Their voices were soft, their attitude respectful to the extreme.

Xu Qing took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress her wildly beating heart, putting on an "experienced and worldly" demeanor.

Following behind Tang Song, she stepped up the airstairs one by one and entered the open cabin door.

She struggled to maintain her persona, but her eyes were completely out of control.

This decor, these amenities, this atmosphere... where was this an airplane?

It was clearly a mobile five-star hotel!

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Passing through the luxurious reception area and entering the main cabin.

Xu Qing spotted Ouyang Xianyue standing there at a glance.

Today, she wore an exquisitely textured dark haute couture suit, but her hair wasn't pinned up tightly as usual. Instead, it cascaded down softly, reducing some of her usual sharpness and authority from the business world and adding a touch of homely intellect and gentleness.

Beside her, apart from the familiar Secretary Chen, stood two people who looked like assistants.

"Good evening, Ms. Ouyang." Tang Song spoke first, his tone steady.

"Good evening, President Tang."

"Good evening, Sister Xianyue!" Xu Qing followed with a well-behaved greeting, then, as if remembering something, sweetly added, "You look so beautiful today!"

She proactively reached out and gently took Xu Qing's hand. "Yanqing, I really missed you after not seeing you for a few days. Once we're airborne, let's have a good chat."

"Mhm mhm! Sure thing!" Xu Qing was overjoyed, couldn't help but turn her head to give Tang Song a smug look, secretly winking and making faces.

See that? This young lady has backing!

Just try bullying me again!

Tang Song, wearing a faint smile, directly ignored her little expression of bluffing with borrowed authority, calmly exchanging a few pleasantries with Ouyang Xianyue.

Everyone took their seats, changing into comfortable slippers.

In the spacious main cabin, only Tang Song, Ouyang Xianyue, and Xu Qing remained.

The accompanying personnel were distributed in other areas.

Xu Qing obediently sat on her wide leather seat that could practically serve as a bed, hands folded on her knees, trying hard to maintain a ladylike appearance as she chatted with Ouyang Xianyue.

But her eyes were completely idle, darting around everywhere.

The main cabin, the seats, the lighting, the curtains, the air vents overhead...

Soon, flight attendant Anna came pushing a trolley, delivering their pre-ordered beverages and confirming in a soft, gentle voice the meals they would need later.

8:00 PM sharp.

The cabin lights dimmed slightly, the scenery outside the windows began to move slowly.

A slight push-back sensation came as the plane taxied onto the runway.

Accelerated, lifted its nose, surged into the night sky.

Outside the windows, the grid of lights that was Shen City gradually shrank, turning into a flowing river of light, eventually disappearing beneath the clouds.

...

"Whoosh—"

The system screen automatically unfolded before Tang Song's eyes.

[January 30, 2024, you have successfully invited SSR-level character "Ouyang Xianyue" aboard your private flight, heading to Monaco.]

[Special Desire Dungeon — "String Moon Drifting," has opened.]

[Task Objective: Discern Ouyang Xianyue's psychological fluctuations. Through emotional guidance and desire provocation, make her deviate from her original course during this journey, drift completely off course, casting aside all pretense, propriety, and shame.]

[Current Drift Value: 10%]

[Prompt: Reach 100% Drift Value to clear the dungeon. Charm +1]

The screen slowly dissipated.

Tang Song looked up, his gaze crossing the aisle.

Ouyang Xianyue was leaning back elegantly in her seat, casually flipping through a finance magazine.

Above her head, a line of clear text floated: [Drift Value: 10%].

Her expression was serene, her demeanor dignified and graceful.

The soft cabin light fell on her full, shapely figure, outlining the mature charm accumulated over the years.

Like a jade Guanyin statue, solemn and inviolable.

The corner of Tang Song's mouth lifted slightly.

The game had officially begun.

From now on, he was the true offensive player.

As if sensing his gaze, Ouyang Xianyue happened to look up.

Their gazes met quietly in the air.

A trace of peculiar emotion flowed in the exchange of glances, carrying a tacit, ambiguous understanding.

Tang Song didn't avert his gaze as he usually would. His eyes were bright and scorching, meeting hers without the slightest evasion.

Ouyang Xianyue's eyelashes trembled slightly. She turned her head and started chatting with Xu Qing beside her.

By now, the plane had entered the stratosphere.

Outside the window was an inky darkness, the fuselage as steady as if stationary on the ground, the cabin quiet.

After exchanging a few whispers, Ouyang Xianyue took Xu Qing's hand and stood up, turning to Tang Song. "President Tang, I'll take Yanqing to tour your *aerial palace*. Is that alright?"

"Of course, Ms. Ouyang, please feel free." Tang Song nodded with a smile, making a gesture of invitation.

Ouyang Xianyue smiled slightly, leading the excited Xu Qing deeper into the cabin.

Watching the noble lady's full, swaying waist and hip curves, Tang Song raised an eyebrow, picked up the lemon water by his side, and took a slow, deliberate sip.

Perhaps because they weren't truly over the ocean yet, perhaps because they were in this semi-public setting, this Precision Queen still maintained her restraint and propriety.

But he wasn't worried at all.

The long night at ten thousand meters had only just begun.

...

A little over twenty minutes later.

The two, having finished their tour, returned to the main cabin and took their seats.

The flight attendant brought warm milk to aid sleep and a bottle of exceptionally fine vintage Burgundy.

The deep red wine swirled gently in the crystal glass, releasing complex aromas of berries and oak.

The three of them chatted about the upcoming itinerary while sipping their wine.

The atmosphere on the surface seemed extremely harmonious and relaxed.

Yet, every exchange of glances between Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue carried a heart-pulling tension, undercurrents surging beneath.

Xu Qing remained completely oblivious, still immersed in excitement, chattering away non-stop.

Only, under Ouyang Xianyue's intentional urging and guidance, she unknowingly drank quite a bit of the red wine.

This top-tier Burgundy was silky smooth on the palate, with almost no noticeable alcoholic sharpness, but its delayed effect was immense.

Before long, Xu Qing's eyes began to grow hazy.

A flush rose on her fair cheeks, and her speech became slightly slurred.

Watching Xu Qing's dazed state, Ouyang Xianyue's fingers holding the wine glass tightened slightly.

She lifted her gaze to meet Tang Song's across from her, just colliding with his amused eyes.

[Current Drift Value: 11%]

Chief flight attendant Li Yin walked up quietly, holding several soft cashmere throws, and asked in a low voice, "President Tang, Ms. Ouyang, Ms. Xu, it's getting late. Shall we prepare for you to rest?"

Before Tang Song could speak, Ouyang Xianyue proactively said, "I'm a light sleeper. I can just lie down in the seat for a while. President Tang, why don't you take Yanqing to sleep in the bedroom inside?"

Hearing this, the slightly woozy Xu Qing jolted all over.

Ten-level alarms instantly blared in her mind.

She hadn't forgotten what Little Songzi said in the car: "treat you to a drink."

She had just drunk so much wine, her arms and legs felt weak—precisely the time when she was "most vulnerable, most defenseless"!

Sss—!

Absolutely not! Right now, her confidante sister, the noble and elegant Ms. Ouyang, was present.

If she were really dragged into the bedroom by Little Songzi and "forced to drink"... and then came out later smelling all strange...

Would Miss Xu Qing ever be able to face anyone again?

"I... I'm not going to the bedroom!" Xu Qing shook her head like a rattle-drum, her speech still a bit stammering. "I'll sleep here too! This seat is... is so comfortable, and you can even see the stars outside the window!"

As she spoke, she clung desperately to the armrests of her seat.

Tang Song stood up and said, "Ms. Ouyang, you are the honored guest I invited to accompany us. Naturally, you cannot sleep here. Why don't you two ladies go sleep in the bedroom? Change into pajamas, you'll rest better. I'll sleep in the outer cabin."

"Yeah, yeah! Sister Xianyue, let's go sleep on the big bed together!" Fearing Tang Song might change his mind, Xu Qing immediately nodded frantically in agreement.

Ouyang Xianyue pondered for a moment, then smiled. "Alright. Since President Tang is so considerate, we'll respectfully accept your offer."

Led by Li Yin, the two arrived at the bedroom area at the rear of the plane.

This was the most private, innermost part of the entire Bombardier 7500.

Pushing open the soundproof door, an extremely luxurious space unfolded before them.

A large double bed occupied the main area, the bedding snow-white and soft. Beside it was an independent shower and a dressing table. Warm yellow light spilled softly from the walls, creating a cozy and intensely private atmosphere.

Li Yin adjusted the sleep lighting and temperature for them, brought two brand-new silk pajama sets, then respectfully withdrew, gently closing the door behind her.

Only the two of them remained in the bedroom.

While changing, Xu Qing looked at Ouyang Xianyue, who had shed her business attire, and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice:

"Wow... Sister Xianyue, your figure... it's too good! So... so big..."

She was clearly a bit drunk, blurting out what was on her mind.

The corner of Ouyang Xianyue's mouth lifted slightly. She didn't scold her for the drunken slip, just reached out and gently tapped the tip of her nose.

"Hurry up and wash up for bed. We have jet lag to deal with tomorrow."

Xu Qing giggled foolishly and obediently ducked into the bathroom.

After a quick wash, she flopped face-first onto the bed.

The soft bedding instantly enveloped her; she felt like she was sinking into a cloud.

"Mmm... so comfy..."

She mumbled, rolled over, hugged the blanket, and nuzzled against it.

Soon, her breathing became even.

However, Ouyang Xianyue lying on the other side felt no sleepiness at all.

Closing her eyes, her mind was filled with the scenes from just moments ago.

From the moment she boarded the plane, Tang Song seemed like a different person.

No longer maintaining that ambiguous distance, deliberately keeping space as he did in Shen City.

His gaze had become straightforward and scorching, carrying an undisguised warmth.

Especially that final exchange of glances before they parted.

This kind of extreme tension, this secretive and dangerous ambiguity, made her heart flutter anxiously, her heartbeat starting to accelerate uncontrollably.

In the darkness, she opened her eyes and looked at the tightly closed door.

Not far outside that door was the main cabin.

He was right there.

Should she go over?

By now, the Bombardier 7500 had completely left Huaxia's airspace and was flying over the vast expanse of the Eurasian continent.

Outside the window was the night sky of a foreign land. Beside her was the sleeping Xu Qing. Outside the door was the person who unsettled her heart.

Far away from everything familiar.

That wedding ring representing the past had also been thrown into the sea by her own hand.

She herself seemed to have broken free from some invisible cage.

Something within her body was stirring restlessly, impossible to suppress, and she didn't want to suppress it.

Hadn't she deliberately gotten Xu Qing drunk just now with this very thought in mind?

In the dim bedroom, her breathing grew increasingly rapid. Her hands clutched the sheets, her full chest heaving violently beneath the silk pajamas.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Finally, desire completely triumphed over reason.

[Drift Value: 13%]

Ouyang Xianyue slowly sat up from the bed, her movements very light, afraid of waking Xu Qing beside her.

She put on her slippers, stood up, and draped a thin coat over her shoulders.

Step by step, she walked toward the door.

Her hand rested on the doorknob.

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst from her chest.

She took a deep breath and turned it gently.

"Click—"

The bedroom door opened a crack.

The light seeping in made Ouyang Xianyue narrow her phoenix eyes slightly.

The door slowly swung open.

In the warm light, a tall, robust figure stood there.

The two of them stared at each other intensely in this ambiguous play of light and shadow.

The air instantly solidified, leaving only the sound of each other's breathing softly echoing in the corridor.

Tang Song's posture was casual and relaxed, a smile on his face.

As if he had long calculated she would come out and had been waiting here for some time.

Ouyang Xianyue's ears were filled only with the sound of her own heartbeat.

Advance or retreat? She was frozen.

[Drift Value: 16%]

Looking at the noble lady who remained motionless.

Tang Song didn't speak, just took a step forward.

His leather shoes made no sound on the carpet, yet it felt like they stepped directly on Ouyang Xianyue's heart.

She instinctively retreated half a step, her back already against the bedroom door frame—nowhere left to retreat.

He took another step forward, his tall frame completely enveloping her. His warm breath brushed her forehead, carrying the mellow aroma of red wine.

Only when their chests were almost touching did he reach out an arm, wrapping it around her soft waist, and with a smooth turn.

"Thud—"

The door closed behind them, cutting off all light from outside.

[Drift Value: 16%]

The two stood in the dim bedroom.

Their bodies pressed together through the thin fabric, able to clearly feel each other's warmth.

It must be said, Ms. Ouyang's figure was truly perfect.

Plump and ample, delicate as fine fat.

It was the temptation of something fully ripened.

Ouyang Xianyue trembled all over, her throat working with difficulty. "Tang Song..."

Before she could finish, Tang Song pressed a finger against her lips.

His warm breath brushed her earlobe. "At a time like this, shouldn't you use a different form of address?"

Ouyang Xianyue's eyes instantly misted over.

"Sir."

[Drift Value: 18%]

"Madam, were you coming out to look for me?"

"Mhm."

"To do what?"

"..."

Ouyang Xianyue opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word.

Her entire mind was already captivated by Tang Song's hands.

Her full chest heaved violently beneath the silk pajamas.

"To have me treat you like this?"

In the darkness, his eyes were startlingly bright, like a lurking beast firmly locking onto its prey.

[Drift Value: 20%]

[Drift Value: 21%]

Ouyang Xianyue's eyelashes trembled violently.

She didn't answer this utterly shameful question.

Instead, she suddenly stood on tiptoe, her hands climbing his shoulders, and forcefully kissed his lips.

Their breathing grew increasingly rapid, increasingly ragged. Amidst the intermingling of lips and teeth, suppressed longing completely erupted.

The sound of rustling fabric whispered softly in the quiet bedroom.

After a good while, silence suddenly fell in the darkness, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing.

"You still haven't answered my question from earlier."

Tang Song gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

Their gazes met without any concealment, not a shred of room to dodge.

"Huff... huff..."

She gasped for breath in large gulps.

"Tell me." Tang Song's tone brooked no refusal.

After a long silence, she whispered, "Mhm."

"Mhm, what does that mean?"

"I want..."

"Want what?"

Ouyang Xianyue closed her eyes, her voice trembling slightly. "I want you to... touch... kiss me..."

[Drift Value: 25%]

[Drift Value: 27%]

Tang Song took a deep breath, savoring the enchanting fragrance emanating from the noble lady's body, listening to her response that shattered all bottom lines.

He was filled with an immense sense of accomplishment and conquest.

This dignified, elegant Precision Queen was actually so contradictory in her bones.

Ouyang Xianyue's body trembled, but she didn't pull away.

Tang Song slowly lowered his head, his warm lips landing on her collarbone, moving downward bit by bit.

On the bed, Xu Qing, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly rolled over.

"Mmm... *%￥......"

She mumbled something incoherent in her sleep, one leg "thwacking" down on the edge of the bed, almost kicking Ouyang Xianyue.

The noble lady stiffened all over, biting her lip hard, forcing back the sound that had almost escaped her throat. Her body tensed uncontrollably.

[Drift Value: 30%]

[Drift Value: 31%]

[Drift Value: 35%]