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

Tang Tang told Su Fengtian that she had to go out and would have to talk later. She took a bottle of Cocoa and sprayed it lightly.

Although both Chanel No. 5 and Coco Mademoiselle have been jokingly referred to by many bloggers as being a must-have for everyone, their exceptional fragrance blends are undeniable.

In particular, the citrus and jasmine scent of Miss Coco perfectly matched her outfit today.

"set off!"

When Tang Tang got on the bus, she noticed that there were nine different kinds of fruit on the bus, and the presentation had even changed.

"Ms. Tang, since the car service is currently only for you, Butler Yang has specially changed the fruit platter for you. If you have any requests for drinks or desserts, you can also change them at any time."

The drinks and desserts are all made in the hotel kitchen, so there's no need to change them. Tang Tang shook her head and looked at the fruit platter in the refrigerator.

The saucer was replaced with a custom-made glass cup, clear and beautiful, with the emblem of Holmes printed on the bottom.

The fruit was arranged with great care; a small glass cup contained seven or eight kinds of fruit.

Tang Tang couldn't help but admire how meticulously they served her in every detail, making it hard not to feel good about them and become dependent on them.

She used exquisite silver cutlery to serve the pitted lychees. The flesh was very thick, and each bite was refreshingly cool, leaving a lingering sweetness of lychee and a hint of rose fragrance in her mouth.

good to eat!

On the other hand, Song Mu spent an entire morning at the car dealership, which was quite unusual.

He was the only son of the Song family. The car dealership was just a hobby for him; he spent most of his time working for the Song family.

His arrival to wait for Tang Tang today aroused the curiosity of many employees.

"Manager, why is the boss at the car dealership today?"

Su Yao asked the manager in a low voice, but the manager shook his head and didn't say anything.

He felt that Miss Tang seemed quite interested in his boss, and his boss...

He came to the dealership this morning and even went out of his way to fill up Ms. Tang's McLaren with gas.

Although the boss doesn't seem like someone who would like humans, what if he does?

Song Mu, who is suspected by his employees of not liking humans, is currently sending messages in the group chat.

That group chat was quite lively.

My brother took away my allowance again: "If I go to Old Mu's bed, can I touch those three cars? I'm willing to be gay for my beloved cars." /crying uncontrollably.jpg

Evening Breeze: You can give it a try. /Evil grin

Bai Wuqing: ...Men are so inexplicable.

The legacy of the Monkey King: ...Men are so inexplicable.

Old Jiang, a wholesaler at AAA building materials: You guys are really something /facepalm.jpg

Mu: ...That's all.

Evening Breeze: What's gone?

Mu: Car, McLaren.

My brother took away my allowance again: !!! Who! Who took my wife away?! (Screaming and crawling on the floor)

Others were also curious, since, logically speaking, all the second-generation rich kids in City B who could afford sports cars worth hundreds of millions were already in this group.

Bai Wuqing: That McLaren? You certainly have good taste; the orange-red color is absolutely stunning.

Mu: ...I'll invite her in later, so please be mindful of your behavior.

Evening Breeze: ? Something's not right with you.

My brother took away my allowance again: Pain.jpg I want to declare war on the person who took my wife away.

Bai Wuqing: Is she a girl? @Mu, quickly bring her in.

The legacy of the Magical Girl King: It's not strange that there are girls, what's strange is that Old Mu would say, "You guys~ be~ mind~ your~ behavior~"

Song Mu looked at Bai Wuqing's message with a cold expression, because Bai Wuqing was bisexual and she was the only heir of the Bai family in this generation.

The Bai family head is a woman, and she doesn't manage Bai Wuqing very strictly. She only asks that Bai Wuqing can have offspring through in vitro fertilization in the future.

Song Mu was surprised to feel regret for having made such a strange group of friends. He moved his fingers and pretended to be indifferent as he muted Bai Wuqing.

In the lobby on the first floor, while several employees were joking around, speak of the devil and he appears; from afar, Su Yao saw the Rolls-Royce that had brought Tang Tang that day.

"Manager, manager, do you think that's Miss Tang?"

The manager looked outside, nodded, and then turned and ran upstairs to his office.

He had just turned the corner on the stairs and hadn't even reached the second floor when he saw his boss had already opened the door and come down on his own initiative.

manager:?

He met Song Mubo's calm gaze, then curtsied with a polite smile and quickly retreated down the stairs.

I'm speechless. I forgot that the boss's office has floor-to-ceiling windows that offer a direct view outside.

But is it really such a coincidence? Miss Tang just arrived and you happened to be coming downstairs?

The manager muttered to himself, "Could he be waiting for Miss Tang by the window?"

Song Mu glanced at his subordinate with a puzzled look, and felt a chill run down his spine for no apparent reason.

He walked down the stairs and came right up to Tang Tang, who was walking in through the door.

If yesterday's Tangtang was a relaxed, lively, and bright place, today it is a gentle, refined, and tranquil one.

"Shall we go now?" Song Mu glanced down at his watch, then at the blazing sunlight outside the window, and frowned slightly. "It's a bit hot."

It was indeed quite hot. Tang Tang originally thought it didn't matter, since she had the beauty pills from the system and wouldn't get tanned even if she tanned.

But since Song Mu has brought it up, she's decided that she's now afraid of getting a tan!

So she nodded in agreement, and rather affectedly wiped her forehead, "Yes, it's so hot outside. Does Boss Song's office have air conditioning?"

Miss Tang, your acting is so fake...

After all, you arrived in a Rolls-Royce! Why are you so hot?!

Although it sounded obviously fake, Song Mu still didn't refuse. He simply watched Tang Tang's affected acting, his eyes devoid of any smile, as if he genuinely believed her.

"If Miss Tang doesn't mind, please come on over."

Although it's called an office, it actually occupies the entire second floor, with half used for office work and reception, and the other half being Song Mu's private area.

Tang Tang followed him up to the second floor. She was about to follow Song Mu into the reception room when she saw him walk past the reception room without stopping.

?

Tang Tang stopped and looked at him in confusion, "Mr. Song, can I go in too?"

Song Mu turned around, mimicking Tang Tang's half-hearted acting, and simply said, "The air conditioner in the reception room is broken."

Oh, I believe you.

Tang Tang readily followed him inside, strolling around as if she were in her own home.

The layout of the second floor is very simple. Going up the stairs, directly opposite the entrance is a separate reception room, and further in are several simple partitions.

Looking over, Tang Tang was surprised to see two heavy sandbags hanging by the floor-to-ceiling window not far away, along with some fitness equipment.

Not only that, there was also a dart aiming board on the side of the sofa, and even two bows and arrows were placed not far away.

!

I'm itching to play!

She glanced at it again and again. Song Mu stood up, took down the dart box from the top of the cabinet, and handed it to Tang Tang. "You can play with bows if you want, but these two are not easy to handle."

"As for the darts, they are specially made and quite sharp, so be careful not to get hurt."

Tang Tang sensed something was off when she received the box of darts from Song Mu!

She had imagined these darts would be like the ones she'd played with in her past life, with feathers or plastic on the back and iron points on the front. But when she held them in her hands, the box caught her completely off guard, causing her hands to drop.

It's much heavier now.

?

Tang Tang opened the box with great interest and saw a box full of neatly arranged, well-made iron darts.

The size is similar to a regular dart, except that the number of wings at the back is significantly reduced, increasing the weight of the iron body. It is engraved with intricate patterns and is not sharpened, but it feels somewhat sharp in the hand.

She picked up a dart; it was much heavier than she had imagined.

She had played darts before; in her previous life, she was practically the "King of Hired Managers."

She had worked as a sparring partner in Taekwondo and Judo, and also as an assistant instructor at a training club for a long time. The higher the skill level, the higher the salary. She didn't know how many darts she had thrown.

These darts were a bit too heavy, but that's okay, her skills are still there.

Song Mu walked over and stood not far away, watching Tang Tang to prevent her from hurting herself.

But a hint of surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.

Tang Tang slowly weighed the dart in her hand for a few moments, then with precise and clean movements, she threw the dart into the already riddled target with a thud.

Pretty.

Song Mu raised an eyebrow and slowly clapped his hands. "You've learned this before?"

"Learned a little bit."

She picked up another dart, the coolness spreading in her palm. Tang Tang weighed it gently, adjusted her hand, and threw it again.

thump—

The dart flew in a straight line and then struck the center with a muffled thud.

"How about it?"

Tang Tang turned around, her smile proud and unrestrained, her brows radiating a touch of exuberant arrogance.

She smiled provocatively, "How about it, Mr. Song?"

“Very impressive,” Song Mu leaned back on the sofa, his gaze towards Tang Tang deep and intense.

It's amazing, dazzling, and captivating.

"I haven't learned archery," Tang Tang smiled, "but I have practiced shooting at home. How about we have a contest sometime?"