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Chapter 561: Chapter 291 [The Mask of Tang Song] Chapter 561: Chapter 291 [The Mask of Tang Song] The stylish and bright living room was filled with the rhythmic sound of music encircling the surroundings.

As he exchanged glances with Xue across the room, Tang Song’s throat slightly rolled.

He could be sure that her “I’m fine with anything” was a deliberate tease.

After all, what needed to be done had been done, and with the [whispers of Lin Muxue] experience, he understood Xue from the inside out extremely well.

In the past few days, he had been thoroughly pleasured with the company of the understanding and witty big sister Wen Ruan, which in turn opened up his thoughts and broadened his views.

Tang Song gently wrapped his arms around the beautician friend’s soft waist, admiring Xue’s pretty face.

He joked, “Actually, I’m easy too. The bed in the master bedroom is two meters wide, so the three of us could sleep together if we wanted.”

Next to him, Zhao Yaqian first froze upon hearing this, then burst out laughing with a “pfft,” leaning her head on Tang Song’s shoulder.

She playfully suggested to Lin Muxue, “How about it, Muxue? We can discuss our next steps in work tonight.”

The 19-year-old beautician, even when joking, appeared very innocent and adorable.

In her eyes, Xue was now a best friend just like Ting.

She spoke without any hesitation.

“O~” Lin Muxue’s lips parted slightly, her face struggling to maintain composure, though her heart began to race.

My beautician friend, you really do not grasp the seriousness of the situation!

If this actually happened, there’d be no chance to talk about work!

Tang Song is my boss, and if he asked me to help, how could I say no?

And in the end, you’d be the one suffering.

Biting her lower lip hard, Lin Muxue’s hands hang in front of her as she blinked.

She smiled openly, “How about next time? Tang Song has just returned and should take some rest.”

She felt quite sure of maintaining her image in front of Zhao Yaqian and Tang Song.

The refined and elegant fashion of a white-collar elite, upheld by that persona, kept up appearances.

Therefore, she dare not reveal her true thoughts too easily, let alone play a game of cards directly.

Even if she had previously wanted something to happen with Tang Song, it was under the pretext of a one-night stand.

After all, as a mature, independent woman, she certainly had reasons to indulge occasionally.

And she had been trying her hardest to turn everything into reality.

With the Mystery Box video shot by her high school classmate Chen Siyue going online, she had attracted quite a following.

However, as she didn’t live stream and only took advertisements that fit her persona, the monetization wasn’t too much.

But it was still a considerable income.

What excited her even more was that her first paycheck would be issued on the 5th of the month, in two days.

Things would get better and better.

She believed that if she persevered for a few more months, once her abilities improved, she could truly start living the life she desired.

“Alright, next time then. Brother Song, I’ll take your clothes in first,” Zhao Yaqian let go of Tang Song’s arm, gave a pat on Xue’s perky butt, and cheerfully said, “Xue, prepare a fruit platter for Brother Song, I’m going to take a shower.”

After that, Zhao Yaqian gave Tang Song a coquettish look, pushed his suitcase, and sashayed towards the master bedroom, bending over and showing off her little buttocks playfully.

It had been a busy day; she had worked out in the gym for over an hour at noon and had been dancing all evening, now feeling sticky all over.

It wasn’t conducive to the upcoming battle.

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As the beautician’s figure vanished from the living room, the atmosphere instantly turned somewhat delicate.

“Wait for me,” Lin Muxue pursed her lips and turned towards the open kitchen.

Lacking suitable sports shoes, she had remained barefoot, walking with her toes subtly raised and her body gently swaying.

From behind, her soft hair swished from side to side, the tight sportswear outlining her slender waist, pert buttocks, and long, elastic legs, exuding an enchanting charm.

Indeed, her professional flight attendant training showed.

Based on posture alone, Xue was even more graceful than big sister.

Soon, a delicately prepared plate of cut fruits was brought to the coffee table.

There were also several wooden forks inserted on the side.

“Thank you,” Tang Song lounged on the sofa, picking up a piece of watermelon with a fork and tossing it into his mouth.

It was sweet and juicy, cool and refreshing, extremely comfortable.

After contently eating a few pieces of fruit, Tang Song relaxed completely.

Then, a familiar scent of perfume wafted over.

It was Jo Malone’s Sage & Sea Salt.

Ever since he complimented her on it at the Shanghai Marriott, Xue often wore this fragrance.

Mingling with the scent of her other skincare products, it carried a light, fresh air, like a gentle sea breeze.

The fabric sofa’s surface deformed slightly as Lin Muxue gracefully sat next to him.

Her long, fair fingers picked up a grape and gently offered it to Tang Song, her smile tender and intelligent, “Try this Victoria grape, I just bought it today. It’s sweet and tart, with plump flesh and excellent quality.”

Tang Song’s eyebrows raised slightly, knowing this fake socialite friend was up to some nonsense again.

Of course, he wasn’t averse to it.

Although the last one-night stand had its hiccups, overall, it had been quite satisfying.

But to polish his EQ and understanding of women with Xue, he hadn’t punctured the ambiguity of their relationship.

Just as the system had said.

As an independent individual, Lin Muxue was a very typical woman—self-driven, goal-oriented, confident, insecure, vain, competitive, boastful…