Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1695 - 585: Yang City, Yang City_4

Slowly turning around, she sat down on the sleek black lacquered bedside table, her fingertips casually teasing the slightly curled long hair by her ear.

Her plump and fit legs elegantly crossed, reflecting an ivory sheen under the warm yellow light.

Tang Song’s breath gradually grew rapid, a spark igniting in his eyes, his voice low with a commanding tone, "Ruannuan, come over."

Wen Ruan’s red lips slightly parted; instead of moving, she beckoned him with a finger, "You, come here."

The "thump thump thump" of footsteps was particularly crisp in the quiet room.

Just as he reached out to touch her, Wen Ruan suddenly lifted her foot, gently kicked his abdomen, and with that momentum, leaped backward, directly rolling into the soft bedding.

Emitting a joyful chuckle.

Like a beautiful snake, she stretched out on the soft mattress, continuing to beckon him with her fingers, "Come here~"

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, "I see your behind itches again, doesn’t it?"

"Hmph." Wen Ruan flirtatiously rolled her eyes at him, "I don’t know who taught you such bad habits; just to be clear, I still have to do a spa and meet old classmates tonight. If you dare to leave me bruised, I’ll bite you!"

Tang Song’s eyes sparkled, "Then I must bruise you!"

"Get lost!" Wen Ruan laughed, grabbing a pillow and fiercely throwing it at him.

Tang Song deftly caught it and pounced onto the bed.

Wen Ruan dodged him with a quick roll, flipping to the other side of the bed, once again using the pillow as a weapon, confronting him.

Big sister, who has been working out for years, is agile and nimble, supported by a system upgrade.

The spacious bed became their battlefield; you chase, I dodge, pillows and laughter flying together.

Ultimately, Tang Song pressed her firmly beneath him at the edge of the bed.

Wen Ruan’s symbolic struggle persisted for a few seconds before being completely subdued.

Her healthy, smooth skin exposed by the tussle shimmered dizzily in Tang Song’s eyes under the dim light.

Chaotic sounds echoed.

The air in the bedroom gradually became thick and moist.

"Oh my! Tang Song! You’re serious!"

"No, no, no, don’t hit! I’m wrong, alright?"

"Damn you, bastard!"

"I’m angry now! I’m very mad!"

...

Outside the window, the afternoon in Yang City presented a lazy and warm scene.

A gentle breeze brushed past the Pearl River, carrying moist air.

Slowly wafting over the red-brick mansions’ courtyards at Dong Mountain Pass, skimming the ancient red walls and yellow tiles of the Agricultural Lecture Hall, passing through the bustling streets below, finally, blowing into the shimmering lattice windows of Huiming Building.

7th floor, Shu Cheng Technology.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

The office desk was impatiently tapped, startling Zhang Yan from a brief nap.

She jerked upright, her face marked by red imprints from resting on her arm, her eyes filled with embarrassment and shame at being caught.

"Zhang Yan, have you sorted the materials yet?" Director Bai Rui’s voice sounded, carrying a hint of displeasure.

"Almost there," she hurriedly illuminated the computer screen, her voice weak, "There’s still some content that needs the other party’s confirmation; I sent an email this morning but haven’t received a reply yet."

"Then hurry and urge them actively, why stand idly?"

"Oh, alright." Zhang Yan weakly responded, her hands flustered as she opened WeChat, beginning to leave a message for the other party.

These days, worried about her mother’s business, she often suffered insomnia at night, causing her to feel sleepy during the day.

Bai Rui muttered something and then turned to leave.

Beside her, Lulu said irritably, "This fat Bai is really disgusting! Just picking on you because you’re easy to bully! Your primary tasks are long finished, yet he insists on handing you all the additional sorting work; isn’t this bullying an honest person?"

"It’s alright, Lulu, it really is my fault for sleeping during work hours..."

"What’s wrong with sleeping? Your accumulated compensatory leave for overtime has already exceeded a hundred hours. Every time you apply for leave, he makes it difficult for you for half a day!"

Zhang Yan pursed her somewhat dry lips, eyes lowered, no longer speaking.

Just then, her phone screen lit up.

A message popped up.

[Time Bookstore: "Hello beauty, you’ve been looking for it all along, that Qiong Island Photography and Art Publishing House’s 2009 edition of ’Dragon Ball,’ we’ve just received a batch, which happens to include volumes 11, 21, 33, and 34, all in very new condition."]

Zhang Yan’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, her hand trembling slightly as she quickly replied to the message, "Please, please save volumes 33 and 34 for me; I’ll pick them up as soon as I clock out!"

[Time Bookstore: "Okay, no problem."]

Adjacent to her, Lulu exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, that means you’re about to complete a set. That’s really not easy, has it been four months already?"

Zhang Yan took a light breath, nodded shyly, and didn’t say much more.

Yet, her heart started to pound wildly.

After all, it’s been a long time. The 2009 edition of "Dragon Ball" mostly consists of reprints or specific publisher editions, with limited original release quantities.

Nowadays, it’s extremely difficult to find a brand-new complete 34-volume set on the second-hand market, mainly sold as individual volumes or scattered numbers.

For this reason, almost every weekend, she would spare some time to search every corner of second-hand bookstores in Yang City.

She would also add the store owners on WeChat, asking them to keep an eye out for her.

Altogether, just purchasing these comic books has cost her about 1600 yuan.

Actually, she knows the simplest, quickest option is to directly buy a set online.

But she always feels that would lack sincerity.

This matter should be like in the comics, enduring countless hardships before finally gathering the Dragon Balls and making that one, most important wish.

Thinking about those last two comic books soon to be in her hands, Zhang Yan’s once gloomy mood was instantly brightened.

It was as if she was filled with endless energy, and she began efficiently handling her work.

She soon finished the work and sent it off.

Time ticked away bit by bit.

Nearing 6 PM, Zhang Yan packed up her things, just about to get up and leave work.

The voice of Director Bai Rui rang out again: "Wang Wenying, Zhang Yan, Li Zhengming, you three come over for a brief meeting."

Zhang Yan’s heart skipped a beat, but she plucked up the courage and followed her colleagues into the meeting room.

This so-called "brief meeting" ultimately lasted a full forty minutes.

It was also the longest forty minutes she had ever spent.

By the end of the meeting, the sky outside had turned pitch black.

Bai Rui once again stopped her as she was about to stand up: "Zhang Yan, you took notes on the meeting, right? So, you’ll have to work a bit harder tonight, go and coordinate with the marketing department, draft the meeting notes, and send it to me."

Looking at her supervisor, Zhang Yan finally gathered the courage, took a deep breath, and said, "Director, I, I have plans tonight."

"It’s just a half-hour job, won’t take long. Finish it and then you can leave."

The words of refusal rolled on Zhang Yan’s tongue but faced with the director’s unyielding gaze, she swallowed them back down.

And this coordination process turned out to be far more troublesome than she had imagined.

When she finally finished everything, it was already 7:50 PM.

Zhang Yan mechanically sent the email, grabbed her backpack, and rushed out of the office without looking back.

She ran to the subway station, anxiously watching the flashing station signs in the sultry train car.

After transferring once, and riding a shared bike through the night, she finally reached her destination.

The bike slowly came to a stop at a street corner.

She looked at the rolled-down shutter door in front of her.

Checked the time.

[21:11]

She just stood there outside the door, holding onto the bike handle, lost in thought for a long, long time.

Actually, she knew from the start that she probably wouldn’t make it.

She just kept forcing herself not to look at the time, holding onto that faint, unrealistic hope, in case, just in case the owner closed late today?

From July 2, 2023, knowing he had left the Imperial City and returned to Yan City, to today, it had been exactly four months.

On July 8th, she bought the 16th volume of the "Dragon Ball" complete version.

Then bit by bit, she collected up to the 32nd volume.

As long as she gathered these last two volumes, she could... muster the courage to fulfill that long-buried wish in her heart.

Somehow, a fine rain began to fall from the sky.

The bustling night of Yang City became blurred around her.

Zhang Yan turned around, got back on the shared bike, and rode back towards the subway station.

She thought, perhaps, just like the story in "Dragon Ball."

One must endure enough hardships for that final wish to seem more precious in the end.