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Chapter 147: Chapter 141 The Truth of Wen Ruan, Full Hands _2 Chapter 147: Chapter 141 The Truth of Wen Ruan, Full Hands _2 Tang Song took off the slippers on his feet, spread his legs apart, and held Wen Ruan in his arms, his chest tightly pressed against her back.

He wasn’t the dense protagonist from a 2D world, so he naturally noticed the thoughts of this older sister.

Wen Ruan’s body trembled, immediately softened, and she lazily leaned into his embrace.

Tang Song wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, placing his hands on her abdomen and gently kneading.

Zero-distance contact with her vest line, the firm touch made his heart skip a beat.

The temperature in the room instantly rose considerably, their touching skin growing hot.

She couldn’t help but open her eyes and sneak a look at his well-defined hands.

They were slender and resilient, and especially warm.

It was hard to imagine what a stunning scene it would be if he helped her with Sealing spells.

Certainly, it would be a lot more comfortable than using a fascia gun on herself.

Maybe she’d even advance directly to a Magic God, casually casting a Forbidden Curse like Flooding of Jinshan Temple.

At this thought, she bit down hard on her lower lip, her hands unconsciously moving to between her legs.

“Umm~” A delicate moan echoed from her nose.

Her voice was already nice, soft and serenading, gentle as water, and at this moment, in such an ambiance, it was a tenfold more lethal.

Tang Song lowered his head and pressed his lips to the junction of her shoulder and neck, taking a deep breath.

This ambiguous, arousing, and blurry atmosphere was incredibly delightful, even more intoxicating than the real deal.

Especially since the object of his affection was the mature and voluptuous Wen Ruan—it was truly an exceptional experience.

Wen Ruan gently closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed.

And so they stayed like this for nearly half an hour.

Wen Ruan took a long breath and whispered softly, “That’s enough, brother, I feel much better now.”

And indeed, she did, her entire body warm and cozy as if she had soaked in a hot spring or had a spa day.

Tang Song’s hands gradually stopped but didn’t leave her lower abdomen.

Wen Ruan smiled and then asked, “Can you talk to me about your recent work, is that okay?”

“Of course.” Tang Song adjusted his sitting posture, embracing Wen Ruan a bit tighter, and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

About the establishment of the company, recruiting the team, to the situation with live-stream sales.

Thanks to [Throat Lozenge’s] miraculous effect, his voice sounded very pleasant: clear yet magnetic, making Wen Ruan comfortably squint her eyes.

After he finished talking, he suddenly asked, “By the way, your business partner, are they male or female?”

“Uh… a girl.” Tang Song had no intention of hiding it, “She’s my age, a very capable person. With her around, I hardly need to manage anything in the company.”

Hearing this, Wen Ruan’s eyes suddenly opened a little wider, and she sat up from his embrace, “What time is it?”

Tang Song picked up the mobile phone from the bedside table, lit up the screen, “23:36.”

Wen Ruan stretched lazily, yawning, “That’s enough, I have to go back to sleep.”

Tang Song, still holding her waist, didn’t let go, “Sleep here tonight.”

Wen Ruan patted his hand, feigning seriousness, “Are you trying to force me?”

“Of course not.” Tang Song shook his head, about to speak, when his phone in his hand vibrated, receiving a WeChat message.

[Xu Qing: Picture.jpg]

Wen Ruan’s eyebrows lifted slightly, turning to face him and rested her arm against his chest, half-smiling, “Who’s messaging you so late at night? If you dare let me see, I’ll stay the night.”

She knew right away it was a girl, a perfect chance to delve into Tang Song’s private life.

Tang Song pursed his lips, thought for a moment, then showed a resolute smile, “Deal!”

He hadn’t really known Xu Qing for long, and they weren’t familiar, mostly discussing work.

Just yesterday he had asked her to draft a purchase contract.

She couldn’t possibly, out of the blue, send some inappropriate photo to him, could she?

So, this photo had to be work-related!

Wen Ruan tilted her head slightly, resting it on his shoulder, her gaze locked onto his mobile phone.

Tang Song opened the message, and soon, a photo appeared on the screen.

It was Xu Qing in a Lolita dress, wearing a wig, typical cosplay attire, and somewhat suggestive.

Tang Song’s eyebrows twitched and he cursed inside, “Damn it.”

Xu Qing! What kind of madness possesses you to do this late at night!

In college, she was the president of the school’s cosplay club, often attending various comic conventions, so Tang Song had seen similar photos of her on forums and in chat groups.

But the question was, why on earth would she send this to him now!?

Outrageous!

“Hehe.” Wen Ruan gave a dry laugh, tapped the picture, and commented, “Nice! Young, beautiful, lively, cute, and she even likes to play cosplay, she must be your type.”

Tang Song’s mouth twitched as he explained, “She’s our company’s external legal counsel. We’ve only been discussing work before, and I have no idea why she suddenly sent this kind of picture to me. You can scroll through our chat history.”

“No need, I don’t make it a habit to pry into others’ chat histories.” Wen Ruan shook her head, fell silent for a moment, then said, “Go wash up.”

“And you…?”

“I’ve already brushed my teeth, didn’t you taste it?” She pointed to her mouth, then added, “Don’t worry, since I’ve promised you, I’ll definitely stay the night.”

“Good, wait for me, I’ll be quick.”

Watching Tang Song enter the bathroom, Wen Ruan pursed her lips, her gaze filled with melancholy.

This was a man she truly liked! But the competition seemed to be too intense.

She was confident in her current self, but what about the future?

Despite her reluctance to admit it, she was almost thirty, and would she still be able to compete then?