Chapter 2287 - 731: Little Chaotic Scene (3)

The three people at the table all looked at Xu Qing.

Wen Ruan had a look of amusement, while Zhang Yan seemed a bit worried and puzzled.

Tang Song sighed helplessly, picked up his chopsticks again, and placed a large rib into her bowl. "Qingqing, eat more and don’t just focus on talking."

"Hmm hmm~" Xu Qing imitated her older sister’s demeanor, arrogantly wiggling her little hips.

But due to excessive force, the chair wobbled, which was not at all threatening, instead looking quite silly.

Watching this bizarre yet inexplicably harmonious scene,

Zhang Yan was momentarily stunned, as if something lightly bumped her mind.

She carefully watched Xu Qing, who was enjoying the ribs with a proud expression.

She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and silently continued eating.

Her emotions were very complicated.

In her mind, Tang Song had always been that passionate, upright, and kind brilliant young man.

In fact, she had long known that after so many years,

this former good friend and middle school desk mate would definitely have many changes unknown to her.

She had psychologically prepared herself for this "reunion."

Even later when she learned about his ambiguous relationship with Sister Wen Ruan, she instinctively chose to ignore it.

After all, in her self-positioning, she was merely a thief sneaking her way in.

Faced with the insurmountable mountain that is Liu Qingning, she had no right to question or haggle.

She was just greedy for this warmth, like a sunflower, cautiously absorbing light and warmth at the edge of his world.

But she never thought... never thought he might be far worse than she imagined.

Uneasily, fear inevitably rose within her.

She took a sidelong glance at Tang Song’s profile.

Yet, her mind flashed back to last night on the snow-covered terrace, where his supremely gentle figure played music solely for her.

Her gaze gradually softened, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

It’s okay.

She said to herself in her mind.

...

Lunch ended in a peculiar atmosphere.

"Alright, full and satisfied." Wen Ruan stretched lazily, showcasing her exaggerated hourglass figure, "Tang Song, it’s all up to you now. Clean up the dishes and tidy the kitchen. No one is allowed to help you! Later, cut a plate of fruit and bring it to us!"

"Ah..." Zhang Yan stood up, wanting to say something.

"Yanyan, Qingqing, come on, let’s go feed the cats and take a look at my newly arrived aromatherapy."

Wen Ruan took them by the hands and led them out without any chance for refusal.

Tang Song watched helplessly as their backs retreated, and began cleaning up the aftermath.

Moments later, just as he finished putting the dishes into the dishwasher.

The sound of slipper-clad footsteps returned.

Wen Ruan leaned lazily against the kitchen island, her peach blossom eyes full of teasing, "Yo, our dear President Tang, what’s it like serving three women at once? Tired?"

"Not really, not tired."

"Haha, it’s just three, huh?" She licked her red lips, "As far as I know, our President Tang’s confidantes far exceed that number."

Tang Song wiped the water off his hands without speaking, simply stepping forward to trap her between the cold island and his hot chest.

Leaning down, he breathed in her fragrance, a mix of perfume and body scent, mature and enticing.

Feeling the hourglass figure of the elder sister, he kissed her fiercely.

He sighed with satisfaction.

Wen Ruan let out a low cry, beginning to struggle, but was no match.

After a long while, their lips parted.

Wen Ruan’s cheeks flushed, her breathing somewhat hurried.

She lifted her misted eyes to look at him, her voice rasping with provocation, "Zhang Yan is right in the living room. Want to do something in front of your innocent little bunny? I have no objections, haha."

Tang Song held his elder sister’s remarkably elastic peach-like bottom, lowering his voice, "You **, come with me."

Hearing his trash talk, Wen Ruan smiled rather than angered, lifting her hand to hook around his neck, "I’m doing you a favor, otherwise with your Yanyan’s temperament, when she suddenly discovers your true colors, she might collapse on the spot."

Tang Song’s expression froze momentarily, awkwardly replying, "Thanks, sister."

"What’s the use of just saying thanks?" Wen Ruan rolled her eyes at him, suddenly pointing to the ground.

"What?"

Wen Ruan’s gaze transformed into one of charm and aggression, using her alabaster fingers to lightly tap Tang Song’s good-looking lips.

Silently mouthing, "Kneel down."

Seeing this outrageous elder sister, Tang Song’s body instantly tensed.

"Pa——"

A loud slapping sound echoed.

Wen Ruan winced, her fair cheeks turning a lovely red, yet her smile became even more alluring, "Why? Are you angry now? Our respected President Tang often says this to me, right?"

Tang Song took a deep breath, pinching her smooth chin, "Kneel down!"

"Haha, now you’re not afraid of your little bunny seeing your true colors?"

Tang Song’s thumb heavily rubbed against her full lips, his voice low and dangerous, "I’ll say it again, kneel down!"

Wen Ruan bit her red lips, extending her fingers provocatively to trace his moving Adam’s apple, "Why should I listen to you? You think I’m... Jing?"

"Do you believe, I could make you unable to go to Imperial City this afternoon, stuck in bed instead, and let your sisters visit you."

Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat, she clenched her legs,

unexpectedly a little excited.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, stopping further talk.

The kitchen rustled with sounds, like searching for something.

After a long while.

The arrogant and domineering elder sister had already vanished.

From the living room, Zhang Yan and Xu Qing’s crisp laughter while teasing the cat occasionally drifted in.

Tang Song leaned alone against the island, lowering his head to drink ice water, his Adam’s apple moving as he attempted to suppress his rapid, chaotic breaths.