Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

No one dared to ask Jiang Ran who the girl was, and Wang Feiyan kept his mouth shut, so everyone just speculated about it in private.

Jiang Ran never expected that Tang Tang would appear on his mother's birthday, giving him a big surprise.

That's all for later.

Tang Tang saw Jiang Ran hang up the phone, but before she could even put her phone down, Song Mu's message popped up again.

No? Did you all come in groups today?

Tang Tang opened the message.

Song Mu: Miss Tang, I'm sorry, I forgot to ask if you'd like to join the club's group chat.

Tang Tang replied with a curious cat emoji and typed: What club?

Song Mu didn't reply to the message, and after a while he asked if he could make a voice call.

Tang Tang smiled slightly, said nothing, and simply clicked on the voice call button to make the call directly.

After a few mechanical ticking sounds, Tang Tang heard Song Mu's deep but metallic voice.

"Miss Tang?"

Tang Tang chuckled softly, a sound so gentle it seemed to tickle Song Mu's ears.

He had Bluetooth enabled, tossed his phone onto the sofa, slowly stood up, leaned against the bar, and casually picked up a bottle of wine.

"Which club is Mr. Song talking about?"

Tang Tang could hear Song Mu walking, something being pushed and pulled aside, followed by the sound of glass colliding.

"bump."

The bottle cap was opened, and Song Mu's tall figure leaned against the black marble bar. He rolled up his sleeves slightly, and with the movement, the firm muscles of his forearms rippled.

"It's kind of a car enthusiast group. Most of the owners of luxury cars in B City are in the group, and they occasionally arrange car club meetings."

He patiently explained to Tang Tang, holding a bottle of dark beer in his hand. As the cold beer went down his throat, Song Mu's eyes darkened.

"Didn't you order a supercar?" Song Mu said casually. "Sometimes they'd go to the racetrack together for a spin."

Tang Tang felt a tickle in her ears as she listened to Song Mu's voice. This man was damnably hormonal, especially his calm yet imposing expression, which resembled that of a predator observing its prey.

"Okay, then you can pull me in later."

The water was getting a little cold. Tang Tang stood up, her fair skin still adorned with red rose petals. Water droplets slowly dripped down her body as she stepped out of the bathtub.

Song Mu, who was drinking across from him, paused for a moment. Hearing the obvious sound of water, he raised his hand, and the metal bracelet on his wrist collided with the wine bottle, making a resounding sound.

"Row."

He spoke in a deep voice, tilted his head back, and drank the wine in one gulp.

An ambiguous atmosphere was brewing. Tang Tang turned on the shower and washed the flower petals off her body.

Song Mu only turned on the living room lamp. The spacious living room was almost entirely dominated by black, white, and gray colors, and at this moment, the originally quiet space seemed to be steaming with moisture.

Song Mu didn't drink much; the ice-cold dark beer burst with direct bubbles, and it seemed as if his heart was beating along with it.

Adults should just be more patient.

He and Tang Tang tacitly acknowledged a hint of ambiguity between them, yet both remained silent, like a spider web, the fascinating part being the gradual weaving process.

After Tang Tang finished showering, she realized the phone call hadn't ended yet. She put on her bathrobe and picked up her phone.

"I happen to be going out tomorrow and I'm thinking of taking that McLaren out," Tang Tang chuckled, her voice like ripples on spring water. "So, Mr. Song, see you tomorrow."

Tang Tang hung up the phone decisively, dried her hair, and went to bed.

The system was utterly amazed. Was this the emotional control ability of a corporate slave?

So much control and flexibility.

The next day, Tang Tang woke up naturally. She was too lazy to even look at her phone and was groggily tapping on the system in her mind.

"Tongtong, what time is it?"

[It's only 10 o'clock, host.]

Ok……

The blanket was light and thin, yet soft and comfortable to hold. Tang Tang rolled around in the blanket and decided to go find Song Mu after finishing her meal.

After browsing on her phone for a while, Tang Tang decided to watch the video edited by the system yesterday.

Her account only had that one video, but it garnered over four million views in just one day and one night.

?

Good heavens, Tang Tang suspects the system has been secretly buying data.

She looked at herself on the cover and felt a little embarrassed for some reason, then clicked on it.

The familiar house came into view. Tang Tang sat casually on the carpet, her posture relaxed but not disheveled.

The entire room was filled with Chanel products and skincare and makeup items I had bought before. Sure enough, at this moment, a barrage of comments appeared.

Goodness, if you didn't know better, you'd think this woman was a Chanel ambassador!

【Why is it all Chanel? Rich lady, did Chanel save your life?】

[So this is what beauty looks like? Even sitting cross-legged on the ground, she's still so radiant.]

[Wife, wife, step aside! I hereby declare this my new wife!]

My wife is so rich, waaaaaah!

[Can anyone tell me how much these cost? They can't all just be empty boxes for show, right? /picking nose]

[Shut upstairs, I'm from Weibo. This girl is definitely rich and beautiful. Someone photographed her in a mall with a bunch of sales assistants carrying her bags.]

This comment received the most likes, followed by a string of "good guys".

"So, Tongtong, did you absorb any psychic energy?"

[Some hosts, you can unlock the system shop today after spending the required amount!]

Okay, Tang Tang ate lunch and started picking out a dress to wear in the afternoon.

She also had some ideas. Since her video traffic was so high, she figured she might as well make the most of it. With the new media industry so booming, she might as well just acquire a new media studio.

Then she can harvest more psychic energy to feed the little system, right?

Walking to the wardrobe, Tang Tang also felt that what the netizens said made sense. Her wardrobe was currently full of Chanel clothes, and she should restock some other brands.

However, Chanel's clothes are still very beautiful, like the one she chose today.

The light pink knitted slip dress, with two delicate pearl chain straps hanging on the shoulders, made the fair skin seem to have a faint pink hue.

The skirt is mid-thigh length and has a fitted cut, but it's not a tight-fitting one; it's slightly loose with the hem flaring out a little.

The entire piece is a milky apricot color that is close to white, and it is covered with fine, feather-like decorations.

Since she was going to drive, Tang Tang chose a pair of lightweight yet elegant white sneakers.

Today's outfit is gentle yet sophisticated, and I chose a super small mini box bag as an accessory.

Hmm~ Tang Tang turned around in front of the mirror to admire herself, took a picture with her phone, and sent it to Su Fengtian.

There's no need to post on Weibo and Tomato account every day; it'll lower your image. Posting your daily life every three or four days is just right.

The message was sent to Su Fengtian because she's Tang Tang's only female friend in City B, and Su Fengtian is incredibly beautiful, a gentle and charming older sister type...

It's simply irresistible.

As expected, Su Fengtian replied quickly.

Su Fengtian: Tangtang, you are a sweet and soft little cake / pinky promise

Tang Tang: Let's find some time to invite Sister Su out for cake /poop head emoji.

Su Fengtian: Come to my house, I'll cook for you myself / seductive jpg.

Tang Tang: /blushing/blushing

This 30-year-old woman is so gentle!

Tang Tang was racking her brains trying to figure out what kind of gift she could give Su Fengtian when they met.