Chapter 2283: Special Training, The Big Sister Stirring Up Trouble (Part 5)

Chapter 2283: Chapter 730: Special Training, The Big Sister Stirring Up Trouble (Part 5)

Qian Lele’s heart skipped a beat, realizing something, and she immediately stood up to answer the phone.

“Hello, yes… Oh, right, that’s me… Ah? Okay, okay, got it!”

After hanging up the phone, she turned around and saw Jiang Yourong’s puzzled look. With a somewhat unnatural expression, she said, “Teacher Jiang, my brother is worried that we won’t complete the task well, so he sent someone over… to inspect.”

“What the heck?!” Jiang Yourong stood up, “Send someone to inspect?!”

Then, seeing Qian Lele’s guilty little expression, she instantly understood something.

Furiously pointing at her beloved disciple: “Good for you, Qian Lele! You actually dare to set up your teacher! We are supposed to be close as teacher and disciple!”

Qian Lele blushed, and said softly, “Teacher Jiang, I’m doing this for your own good. Let’s go down and meet them first, she said she’ll be here soon.”

“…Fine!” Jiang Yourong gritted her teeth and replied resentfully.

The two of them put on their coats and went downstairs, walking out of the South Gate of the community.

On the winter morning street, there were few pedestrians, and the air was chilly.

Jiang Yourong stood by the roadside with her hands in her down jacket pockets, nervously looking around.

Her biggest concern was that Tang Song himself might come.

If that happened, in front of the students, she might face a socially embarrassing situation.

Qian Lele took out her phone, about to make a call.

But beside her, Jiang Yourong suddenly froze, gripping her arm tightly, with a force that made her wince.

Qian Lele looked up and followed her teacher’s seemingly frozen gaze.

And saw a tall, athletic figure crossing the sparse traffic, striding towards them.

She was wearing a black waist-cinching coat, with a turtleneck sweater of the same color underneath, and black high boots on her feet.

Her long, black hair was tied into a professional high ponytail, slightly lifted by her steps in the cold wind.

Her gaze was sharp like an eagle’s, her expression stern, keeping strangers at bay.

And in her hand, she held a slender stick about half a meter long, entirely black, which seemed to be either a teaching pointer or a ruler.

“Assistant Jiang,” a cold voice came.

Liu Jiayi stopped in front of the two, her gaze first calmly sweeping over the pale-faced Jiang Yourong before turning to Qian Lele.

“Miss Qian, President Tang is quite busy now. In the next few days, I will serve as your assistant, helping you supervise Assistant Jiang.”

Qian Lele quickly bowed and greeted obediently, “Hello! Thank you for your trouble!”

Beside her, Jiang Yourong’s eyelids were already twitching madly.

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Oh my gosh! Is it really necessary?!

I only sneaked a bite of a roujiamo! I only wanted to slack off a bit!

Tang Song, you bastard!

You actually sent Liu Jiayi to me?!

Her impression and understanding of this cold former colleague were too vivid.

This person was not an ordinary driver.

She was a Sanda champion, the top security personnel by Chairman Jin’s side.

She had personally witnessed three burly men, over 1.8 meters tall, being taken down by her in just a few punches and kicks, as cleanly and swiftly as in a movie.

And then she looked at that gleaming black ruler in her hand.

Jiang Yourong shivered, almost instantly imagining a series of gruesome scenarios in her mind.

If she dared to be lazy or sneak food again…

Would she be pinned in a corner and have her palm smacked? Pinned on a sofa and have her bottom spanked?

If Shangguan Qiuya, Qin Yingxue, Lin Tiantian, or even Chairman Jin found out…

Then she might as well die!

Liu Jiayi’s gaze once again turned towards the old acquaintance, Jiang Yourong.

The hand holding the ruler slightly tightened, making a slight friction sound with the leather gloves.

Finally, a smile slowly curled up at the corner of her lips.

Clearly, frequently being used by the boss as a delivery person, clothing guide, and pick-up driver had left this female bodyguard with a lot of pent-up resentment.

Now, she finally got a professional task that could let her stretch her muscles.

She was already eager to take action.

…

Approaching noon.

The silver Mercedes-Benz S-Class slowly drove into the underground parking of Shengyuan Good Place.

Tang Song, accompanied by Zhang Yan, entered the elevator from the B1 private garage entrance.

“This is your Sister Wen Ruan’s home. B1 is mainly the gym and audiovisual entertainment room, we’ll go up to the first floor.”

“Hmm.” Zhang Yan nodded, tightly clutching the two paper bags, following behind him.

“Ding—” The elevator door slowly opened.

A scent mixed with high-end fragrance and light floral aroma wafted in.

The two had just stepped out of the elevator.

A voice with a lazy smile came from the direction of the living room, “Yo, our little talent finally came? If you hadn’t, I would have personally gone to YJTC to catch you.”

Tang Song looked ahead and saw the big sister standing cheekily in the living room.

She was wearing an extremely simple coffee-colored sports suit, with a long-sleeved crop top and drawstring sweatpants of the same color, perfectly outlining her hourglass figure.

The flat, tight abdomen showed clear abs, contrasting sharply with the full, ample bust above, full of healthy yet deadly seductive charm.

“Ruannuan.” Tang Song took a few steps forward, breathing in the unique scent of her, like that of a ripe peach, with his heart uncontrollably racing faster.

In recent days, spending time with the pure Zhang Yan, he had restrained himself, carefully nurturing her innocence, guiding her gradually.

Even last night, he had only touched her legs and buttocks, kissed her shoulders and neck.