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Chapter 123: Chapter 122: Xia Shu Who Likes Mercedes-Benz? Chapter 123: Chapter 122: Xia Shu Who Likes Mercedes-Benz? Looking at the two whose expressions were off.

Tang Song invited, “Cousin, Jiajia, would you like to join us for dinner?”

Yang Zihang quickly waved his hand, “No need, we just ate before we left, maybe next time, since we’re all in Yan City.”

“Okay then.”

“By the way, the things aunt brought for you are here.” Yang Jiajia pointed to the instant noodles carton next to the Passat, “The vegetables inside were just picked from the field this morning, aunt brought quite a lot for you, you can share some with your colleagues if you can’t finish eating them.”

“Hmm.” Tang Song nodded, squatted down, and opened the box lid, which was stuffed full.

Spinach, cucumbers, spring onions, tomatoes.

All grown in their own fields, very fresh.

Besides these, there was also a jar of pickled salted eggs.

He often shared his low-fat meals he made with his mother, she must have remembered, and thus had asked the cousin to bring over some vegetables specially.

The reason she didn’t call in advance was probably because she was worried he’d find it a hassle and refuse.

Gao Mengting squatted down with legs together, moving closer to him, and said happily, “These vegetables look really fresh, I think you definitely can’t finish them all, as your colleague, I feel it’s necessary to help you with them.”

“Haha, sure, you ate quite a few meat buns my mom brought last time, consider this a return favor.”

Gao Mengting turned her face to him, her eyes sparkling, “Why don’t we skip going out tonight and just go to my place, I’ll cook.”

“That sounds even better.”

Tang Song held up the box with both hands, and Gao Mengting quickly opened the trunk and helped him put it in.

Listening to their conversation, Yang Zihang and Yang Jiajia exchanged glances.

Wow! They’re really heading to his house now!

Watching as Tang Song packed away the goods and came over to say goodbye.

Yang Jiajia couldn’t help asking, “Brother, are you still working at that trading company as a programmer?”

As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Gao Mengting standing next to the Mercedes-Benz.

Could it be that he managed to score the boss’s daughter?

That would be awesome!

Tang Song chuckled and explained, “I’ve started my own business now, doing live-stream e-commerce, and Mengting is a partner in the company.”

It was inevitable that his wealth would be revealed sooner or later; he had no intention of hiding it from his parents.

This was a great opportunity to prepare his family.

Nowadays, the live-streaming sector is booming, with many people making fortunes through this opportunity.

Soon, he could use this reasoning to naturally let his family accept this fact.

“Entrepreneurship! A partner?” Yang Jiajia’s eyes lit up, excitedly saying, “Brother, then I wish you early success and big earnings! I’ll come to work with you directly after I graduate!”

“Thanks for your good wishes, Jiajia.” Tang Song smiled and waved, “We’ll be leaving now, we haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Okay then, goodbye.”

“Goodbye.”

After saying goodbye to each other, Tang Song opened the passenger side and got in.

Soon, the silver Mercedes-Benz slowly started moving, gradually disappearing into the night.

Yang Zihang felt both sour and bitter in his mouth as he watched.

Such a beautiful partner, driving a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, starting a business with his own cousin, and even cooking dinner for him tonight.

How is this plot so sci-fi?

…

“Has your apartment-sharing junior packed up all her stuff?”

“Yes, she’s officially graduating next month, she barely stays at the dorm now, so I’ll have some company from now on.”

The two chatted as the car slowly drove into Bamboo Stream Community.

“Here we are!” Gao Mengting parked the car downstairs, turned off the engine, and got out.

Tang Song rummaged through the trunk for a while and pulled out a clean shopping bag.

Opening the box, he placed some of each vegetable into it and added a few salted eggs.

They took the elevator straight to the 12th floor.

Gao Mengting took out the keys from her purse, unlocked the door of room 1202, and stepped inside.

The living room was pitch dark.

“My junior has been particularly busy lately, she says there’s an urgent work project, she’s been working overtime making drawings and comes back very late,” Gao Mengting explained as she turned on the lights.

The room had more items than before, with several sketches and watercolor paintings hanging on the walls, adding more signs of life than previously.

“Make yourself at home, it’s already 7:30, I’ll start cooking.” Gao Mengting took the bag of vegetables from Tang Song, “The bedroom on the west side is my junior’s, don’t just burst in there.”

Tang Song playfully asked, “What about the one on the east side? Can I take a look there?”

Gao Mengting raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips, “Feel free, but don’t rummage through my cabinets.”

“OK, no problem!” Tang Song’s eyes sparkled with excitement; he hadn’t really been in a girl’s bedroom much and was curious.

Moreover, since Gao Mengting was his business partner, getting to know more about her was proper.

Gao Mengting bit her lower lip, carrying the vegetables into the kitchen.

She pushed open the door to the main bedroom on the east side.

A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils, perfectly matching the scent on Gao Mengting.

He turned on the light.

A clean and tidy room came into view.

The bed was covered with floral-patterned sheets and duvet, the colors soft and gentle.

By the bed was a simple wooden nightstand, upon which lay a mirror, some books, and a cup.

Below the window, there was a white lazy chair, with a small stool in front, and a mini bookshelf beside it.

The overall color tone was light gray and white, arranged simply yet tastefully, filled with a cozy and comfortable atmosphere.

Regrettably, he didn’t see any innerwear tossed around.

Tang Song flopped down on the lazy chair, resting his feet on the small stool.

With his left hand, he casually pulled out a book.

From the kitchen, the sound of “sizzle and crackle” from cooking occasionally came.

Tang Song, breathing in the room’s fragrant air and feeling the softness of the chair beneath him, comfortably began reading the book named “Walden Lake.”

…

At 9 o’clock in the evening.

After dinner, the two of them moved a stool to the balcony.

Sitting in the breeze, gazing at the sparkling night sky, they chatted.

They talked about their thoughts after reading “Walden Lake,” their impressions of the new team member, and their aspirations for the company’s future.

The crescent moon in the sky climbed higher, and the air grew cooler.

Tang Song looked at the time and stood up, saying, “It’s late, I should be going back. You should rest early too.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

Pulling on shoes, opening the front door, taking the elevator.

Perhaps because they had just talked so much, Gao Mengting seemed somewhat silent now.

They walked out of the unit, standing in front of a Mercedes-Benz S450.

Due to cooking, Gao Mengting’s brown hair was pinned up behind her head with a large clip, revealing her clear earlobes and a slender neck.

The loose strands of her hair gently swayed in the breeze, filling the air with an overwhelming sense of atmosphere.

Tang Song looked at her bare beautiful legs and said with concern, “It’s a bit cold outside, go back in.”

“Tang Song,” Gao Mengting suddenly called him with a smile.

“Hmm, what is it?”

Gao Mengting looked up at him. With a soft yet firm tone, she said, “April 15th, I first saw you at the Mingjun Auto Repair Factory; April 22nd, you walked into the Meiting Discount Clothing Store and invited me to be your partner, leading me to the Cloud Stream Building.

April 25th, our Songmei Clothing Trading Co., Ltd. was officially registered; May 2nd, we hired our first employee.

May 11th, which is today, we finally have a full professional team, and our company is on the right track.

Thank you, partner, for changing my fate and pulling me out of the mire.

From now on, I’ll take care of the company, and I won’t let you down!”

After speaking, she opened her arms and hugged him.

Feeling the fullness and warmth in front of him, and the familiar scent in his nostrils, Tang Song was not as slow to respond as last time.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, gently tightened his grip, and carefully felt her body’s curves.

When Gao Mengting wanted to break free, she realized she couldn’t do so.

Breathing in his scent and feeling their bodies in close contact, Gao Mengting felt dizzy.

She pushed against his chest, her body leaning back slightly, her face turning a flushed red as she exclaimed, “Tang Song! What are you doing!”

“Can only you hug me, but I’m not allowed to hug you?” Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Tang Song could distinctly feel her soft and delicate skin, stirring his emotions.

Gao Mengting said in a flustered manner, “You… that’s not how you hug someone, you’re being a rogue!”

Tang Song was about to speak.

Suddenly, the roar of an engine interrupted them, followed by an urgent voice from behind, “Mengting!”

Tang Song turned, and saw a young man on a sports motorcycle stopping beside them.

Removing his helmet, he revealed a handsome face.

Tang Song quickly recognized him as the internet celebrity singer living next door to Gao Mengting, Liu Wenning, who was quite skilled at playing the guitar.

Hearing the voice, Gao Mengting quickly broke free from Tang Song, straightening her stray hairs, and asked, “Mr. Liu, what’s wrong?”

“Are you okay? I just saw him…”

Gao Mengting hastily interjected, “You misunderstood, we were just playing around.”

Hearing that, Liu Wenning paused, grinding his teeth, his voice heavy as he said, “Sorry, I misunderstood.”

After saying that, he rode off on his motorcycle.

After parking the bike downstairs and entering the building, Liu Wenning couldn’t help but look back at Gao Mengting one more time.

The Mercedes S-Class’s Comet headlights turned on, and the dazzling light brightened the ground in front of him.

The man in the white shirt smiled and bade Gao Mengting goodbye, opening the car door and getting in.

Liu Wenning clenched his fists, his gaze dimming.

Even the fastest 86 couldn’t catch up with a summer fond of Mercedes-Benz.