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Capítulo 1309: Chapter 488: [Yang City Musings], [Su Yu’s Emotional Fragments]

Tang Song turned sideways, looking at the door in front of him, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

[Cultivating…88%…] (Not germinated)

The label set by the system is very practical, only observable when close or within his line of sight.

And at this moment, the flickering luminous label was less than a meter away from him.

That is to say, Qiuqiu was standing right behind the door.

Tang Song glanced at the peephole, and a guess formed in his heart.

Perhaps Qiuqiu hadn’t slept yet and ran to the door after hearing the noise outside.

He had heard from his partner that this aloof designer was actually very timid. Could she be afraid to be alone? Having a nightmare?

Tang Song pursed his lips and reached out to knock on the door.

“Knock, knock, knock—” The sound was deep and rhythmic.

There was no response.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

Tang Song knocked again, yet there was still no movement.

However, the label flickered for a moment.

[Cultivating…89%…] (Not germinated)

Witnessing this, Tang Song’s eyes slightly brightened, so he simply stood at the door, quietly waiting.

Soon after, the label moved forward, backward, forward again, and backward again…

It floated back and forth in such a manner that Tang Song seemed to sense Qiuqiu’s nervousness and unease behind the door.

[Cultivating…90%…] (Not germinated)

Yet, she still did not open the door, nor did she respond.

After a while, the label slowly moved away, disappearing from his sight.

Tang Song appeared slightly stunned, somewhat unable to understand what Qiuqiu was thinking.

He hesitated for a moment before turning around and returning to his own room.

He took off his clothes, quickly showered, and brushed his teeth.

Tang Song lay naked on his bed, picked up his phone, and checked the time, which was almost 11 PM.

He turned off the main light and left the night light on.

Lying in bed, Tang Song recalled his shy and sensitive partner today, with a faint smile appearing on his face.

The first meeting with Gao Mengting was particularly memorable.

The reason he chose her as a partner, besides her appearance, was also because she left a good impression on him.

He still remembers the scene when, after signing the “sales contract” of the Wuling Hongguang, Gao Mengting leaned against the A-pillar of the car, biting her lower lip as tears “drip drip” fell down.

He also remembered the serious words she said at that time: “Mr. Tang, I hope you treat her well… the rear suspension is a semi-coil spring and can only carry a small load… If I weren’t financially tight, I would definitely buy it back…”

This idealistic girl was truly a very charming and lovely person.

He cherished this fate with her very much.

Scenes of the past flooded his mind, and for a moment, Tang Song felt a bit “late-night emo,” starting to overthink.

Beautician, big sister, fake socialite, beautiful and rich girl, Secretary Jin…

Vivid figures flashed before his eyes.

After a while, he picked up his phone and opened QQ.

Switching to the “April” small account, besides the fan group of [Qingqing Can’t Get Enough], there was an unread message from Zhang Yan.

The time was 9 AM today.

There was only one message, which was an image of a note containing a few hundred words of prose shared.

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Tang Song:

The early autumn in Yang City is like a light and cheerful folk song, carrying the remnants of summer warmth mixed with a few strands of coolness.

Today is September 23rd, just past the autumn equinox, when day and night have finally reached a short-lived balance. This city remains busy, and I, amidst this hustle and bustle, slowly found my own rhythm.

…

Recently, life has been like a novel casually opened, filled with unexpected plots. For example, I have adopted a stray cat. Yes, you heard it right, the one who always feared trouble, I, have adopted a cat.

She is a little orange and white fellow, which I named “Orange.”

The day I met her, it was raining, and she was curled up under the roadside bushes, soaked and looking timid, much like myself when I first arrived in Yang City.

Orange is very timid; she always hides in the corner, but only when I return home does she quietly poke her head out, looking at me with those round eyes.

…

Life is like this, filled with trivial matters, yet it is these trivial matters that make it interesting.

Wish you all the best.

— Zhang Yan

September 23, 2023, Murmurs of Yang City.

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Reading it repeatedly, Tang Song’s thoughts seemed to be carried away to the early autumn of Yang City by Zhang Yan’s words.

He saw that little cat named Orange, wandered through an old bookstore in an old district, tasted the mixed cereal porridge she cooked.

His heart gradually became calm.

He lay on the bed, not knowing when he fell into a deep sleep.

…

September 24, 2023, Sunday, light rain turning to cloudy, 15~23°C.

Lanfeng International High-end Apartment.

In the early morning, there was the faint sound of thunder outside the window, and raindrops were “plopping” on the glass.

Lin Muxue got up early, put her hair into a neat bun, changed into comfortable sportswear, looking refreshed and full of energy.

She brewed a cup of black coffee to completely awaken herself.

She smiled at the mirror, opened her camera, and began recording today’s vlog.

Fitness, washing up, skincare, nutritious breakfast…

“These daily nuts are from a brand I’ve recently collaborated with; they taste great and are perfect for a post-workout energy boost.”

In front of the camera, her posture was elegant and sexy, her movements smooth, very professional.

After reciting the ad copy, she continued to enjoy her breakfast.

After breakfast, Lin Muxue sat at the work desk, opened her Macbook and iPad, reading financial English documents while jotting notes.

She was focused, frowning with thought at times, and occasionally lighting up with a look of sudden understanding, looking every bit the part of a corporate elite.