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Chapter 1149: Chapter 446: Ambiguity (Part 3)

Passing through the shimmering Longquan Lake Wetland.

The winding mountain road of West Mountain Forest Park was just ahead.

Tang Song glanced at Yao Lingling’s small 125 scooter, patted the back seat of his motorcycle, and smiled, ”Your bike might struggle to climb up; do you want me to take you to the viewing platform?”

”Sure! Thank you, Senior!” Yao Lingling cheered, locked her bike, and walked over with her backpack.

She grabbed Tang Song’s shoulder, stepped onto the footrest, and with a nimble move, swung onto the back seat, hugging him from behind.

”I’m ready, Senior. Let’s go, GOGOGO!”

Tang Song nodded, started smoothly, and twisted the throttle.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the ninja400 drove onto the mountain road.

The fresh scent of pine needles seeped through the cracks of the helmet, along with the scent of Tang Song.

She could faintly feel the contours of his tightly toned abs against her waist.

Yao Lingling’s face under the helmet grew increasingly hot, and her hand couldn’t help but slide down a little.

As the altitude increased, the surroundings gradually grew quiet, leaving just the two of them.

Watching the boy in front of her, Yao Lingling’s gaze became slightly dazed.

At this moment, she seemed to briefly possess Tang Song, and the whole world.

Yao Lingling turned off the Bluetooth headset on her helmet, leaned her head against his shoulder, the helmets softly bumping, and whispered, ”I like you.”

Her voice was so soft, it barely penetrated her own helmet, instantly shattered by the wind.

Then it dissipated in the air along with the engine roar.

Ambiguity is like water at 99 degrees, just 1 degree away from boiling, but she’s afraid to let the bubble burst, fearing it would just collapse.

At the mountaintop viewing platform of West Mountain Forest Park.

The entire Yan City sprawled out below.

Yao Lingling pulled Tang Song for a few photos together, took a lot of scenic shots, and shared them in the WeChat group.

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”Ding-dong—ding-dong—” The WeChat notification sound kept ringing.

Cheng Qiuyu looked at the photos Lingling sent, her red lips tightly pressed, her gaze slightly dim.

She liked motorcycles, mainly for that feeling of freedom and indulgence.

If she could be with good friends, it would naturally be even happier.

This time she refused because she was worried her suppressed emotions would flare up again.

After all, she truly developed feelings for Tang Song during their last ride.

In her subconscious, she was avoiding the possibility of her thoughts running wild.

Saving the photos to her album.

Cheng Qiuyu redirected her attention to the computer.

Tang Song attached significant importance to the brand development path of Songmei Clothing.

She didn’t go anywhere this weekend, staying at home doing visual design.

She had already drafted five versions of the logo sketch for [HEYI STUDIO].

But none were satisfactory.

She didn’t want to disappoint Tang Song and the senior, hoping to produce work that would surprise them.

As noon approached.

”Ring-ring—” The phone suddenly rang.

Glancing at the incoming information, Cheng Qiuyu paused, answering the call, ”Hello, Brother Junfeng.”

A familiar voice came from the receiver, ”Good afternoon, Qiuqiu, have you eaten?”

”No.”

They chatted briefly about everyday things.

Gao Junfeng said, ”You’re alone in Yan City, Aunt Meihua is very worried about you and doesn’t know your current address, so she sent some things to my place to pass on to you.”

”I don’t need it, just reject it for me.”

”It’s already been signed for,” Gao Junfeng said, ”Aunt Meihua mentioned that there are some things from the village back home for you.”

Hearing his words, Cheng Qiuyu gripped her phone tightly, murmuring, ”Brother Junfeng, where are you living now? I’ll come to get them later.”

”I just finished some errands outside. I remember you said you’re currently sharing with Gao Mengting in West Bridge District, right? I happen to be in the area. Send me your address, and I’ll drive to pick you up. There are quite a few things, and I’ll help you bring them back. Let’s get a meal together as well.”

Cheng Qiuyu was silent for a moment and said, ”Okay, thank you.”

Hung up the phone.

Cheng Qiuyu opened Gao Junfeng’s WeChat and shared her location in Bamboo Stream Community.

She sat there in a daze.

The ”Aunt Meihua” Gao Junfeng mentioned was her mother, Li Meihua.

From the start as a left-behind child in the countryside, to later her father’s death and grandmother’s passing.

The issues with her mother were the result of long-term accumulation, with very complex reasons.

In her memory, her mother always yelled at her. When she was in a state of depression, she even hit her.

It wasn’t until she went to college, breaking free from her mother’s control, that she gradually distanced herself.

Only then did her mother begin to become more restrained and gentle.

However, the shadows in her heart had already formed.

Cheng Qiuyu didn’t want to return to that ”home,” only wishing to stay far away.

Each time she thought about this, a deep sense of loneliness enveloped her.

She didn’t know how long had passed.

The phone rang again.

Cheng Qiuyu pulled herself out of her memories, answered the call, and softly said a few words.

Standing up, she tidied up briefly, grabbed her bag, and went downstairs.

Walking out of the community gate, she glanced around but didn’t see Gao Junfeng.

Just then.

”Beep beep—” The heavy honking sounded.

The door of a light purple Bentley beside her opened, and Gao Junfeng, wearing a fashionable fall outfit, stepped out.

Black turtleneck sweater, casual trousers, high-end leather shoes, accentuating his handsome, tall and slim appearance.

He looked full of spirits.

”Qiuqiu, over here.” Gao Junfeng, with one hand in his pocket, appeared calm and confident.

Noticing Cheng Qiuyu’s astonished gaze, he felt a surge of satisfaction in his heart.

To return home without showing off would be like wearing fine clothes at night unnoticed.