The slender legs wrapped in black stockings elegantly tense with her kneeling pose, subtly revealing a honey-colored glow, the lines becoming increasingly captivating.

Her hands slowly caress his knees, the palms cool as if carrying a current.

Lin Muxue lowers her gaze, begins showcasing her talent, deliberately switching her report to English.

Sunlight streams through the porthole, casting golden beams in the air, tiny dust particles quietly dancing within them.

Misty and dreamy.

Xue’s report, sometimes clear, sometimes murmured, intertwines with the roar of the aircraft engines.

Tang Song’s fingertips weave through her honey-colored strands, gently stroking, with movements tender and encouraging.

Just then.

"Ding dong—" the WeChat notification sounded, and Tang Song’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced at it, raising an eyebrow slightly.

[Jing: "Birthday invitation"]

Tang Song chuckled, opening the electronic invitation.

Accompanied by soft piano music.

Alongside a gentle piano melody, on the screen, elegant streamers slowly unfurl, centered around a few dynamic photos of Jing, sweet and playful. Below, there’s clear information on time and location.

It’s worth mentioning, the venue is surprisingly at the top-level banquet hall of Lanfeng International Hotel.

Soon after, Jing’s crisp, slightly coquettish voice came through the speaker:

"Tang Song brother, this is a special invitation just for you, welcome to my birthday party this Sunday, muah~~"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Xue shivered, abruptly halting her report.

She raised her head, looking at Tang Song with misty eyes.

After their last interaction, she had developed a slight instinctive sensitivity to Tian Jing, the "delicate girl."

"Don’t be nervous, continue," Tang Song’s hand gently applied pressure.

Xue murmured assent, lowering her head again.

Tang Song adjusted his sitting posture, typing a reply on the screen with one hand: "Such a beautiful invitation, I will definitely be there on time, looking forward to Jing’s birthday party."

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

[Jing: "Song, you’re returning to Yan City today, right? (#looking forward)"]

Tang Song: "Yes, I’ll be back by noon."

[Jing: "(๑‾ꇴ‾๑) Great, make sure to rest well. Also, I want to see your hand, is that okay?"]

Tang Song looked at his right hand, which was holding Xue’s high ponytail, and could only awkwardly reply: "It’s not convenient now, I’ll send it to you later, Jing also send a photo, I miss you (#kiss)."

Ever since arriving at Xiang River, he indeed hadn’t video chatted with Jing.

Really missing his quirky girlfriend.

A moment passed.

[Jing: selfie.jpg]

Opening the picture, Jing appeared onscreen wearing a shirt and black high-waisted trousers.

However, she had deliberately undone three buttons of her shirt, boldly displaying the snow-white C cup in a tempting manner.

A serious office background, standard professional woman attire, paired with her sweet and innocent face.

Contrasted sharply and dramatically with her daring actions.

Instantly, Tang Song felt exhilarated.

"Mm—" Lin Muxue let out a low hum, unable to resist secretly complaining about Tian Jing.

Originally her exclusive moment, now she felt like she was becoming part of the play.

...

TY Precision’s Yan City branch, Consumer Electronics Business Department.

HRBD office.

Sunlight created bright spots through the glass, the air filled with a faint coffee aroma.

Jing put down her phone, leaning back in the ergonomic chair.

Her long legs gracefully crossed, typing while gently rocking her shoe-clad foot.

Though she hadn’t seen the "Attractive Man’s Hand," the previous tug-of-war chat was equally interesting.

Just had put down the phone and looked at the computer screen.

"Ding dong—" WeChat notification chimed.

[Shangguan Qiuya: "Thank you Jing for the invitation, thoughtfully designed. I will definitely be there, prepared a special gift for you."]

Jing quickly typed a reply: "So happy that Qiuya sister can come! Your presence is the best gift, but I’m truly looking forward to the surprise you’ve prepared~ (playful emoji)"]

The two chatted for a couple more sentences.

Jing was about to put down the phone.

"Ring ring—"

Suddenly the phone rang.

It was a strange Imperial City number.

Jing curiously answered the call.

A familiar yet slightly unfamiliar, magnetic mature male voice came through the receiver: "Hello? Is this Miss Tian Jing?"

Jing was somewhat caught off guard, "May I ask who is calling?"

"This is Zheng Qiudong, we met once at MAHA Cloud Club, not sure if you remember?"

Jing paused, immediately sitting up straight sweetly: "Hello, Chairman Zheng, of course, I remember you!"

She surely remembered Zheng Qiudong; Shangguan Qiuya introduced them.

Though just a brief conversation, the legendary Chairman of DJRH left an extremely profound impression on her.

"I’m planning to visit Yan City this weekend, just heard about your birthday, wonder if it’s convenient to join in for some fun?"

Jing’s eyes instantly widened, her heartbeat skipped a bit, "Definitely convenient! It’s an honor! I’d be thrilled for you to come!"

(ÒωÓױ)!Nani!

Such good news!

"Haha, that’s great, I’ll add you on WeChat shortly."

"Great! Looking forward to Chairman Zheng’s arrival!"

Jing suppressed the urge to scream, responding sweetly.

Until the call ended, her ears were still buzzing.

A moment later, the calm Jing licked her lips excitedly.

Lately, she’s been "scheming" her plan, now initially accomplished.

Everything’s ready, just missing the birthday winds!

DJRH’s reputation and Zheng Qiudong’s celebrity are undeniable, his presence even outweighs Shangguan Qiuya.

She had initially worried about "not holding the fort," but now there’s a major trump card!

Moreover, it came to her door!

By then... would Tang Song brother be shocked?

Jing’s eyes glinted with dangerous anticipation.

She secretly maneuvered so much, keeping every step hidden from Tang Song, even sneaking himself into her "plan."

By then, would he be angry?

How would he... "punish" her?

Her mind unconsciously conjured an image:

Best set in Lanfeng International’s presidential suite by the grand floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the stunning Yan City night views, using the belt she personally chose, with the hardest texture, forcefully...

"Hiss— wow!"

Jing shivered, yet her brown eyes grew more excitedly bright.

Oh right!

If there’s a camera to record some beautiful scenes, it would be perfect!