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Chapter 1512: Chapter 539: Zhang Yan’s Photo, Yu’s New Mission_2

Anne bit her lip and whispered, ”Alright, alright... you win, you always win.

Just... let me go this time, I really need a break.

If you want, you can go to Mo, I’m sure she absolutely won’t refuse you.

But not Su, you have to know, if you really do that Mira will be jealous to the point of madness, at least you should calm her down first.”

The cornered Western woman began to divert Tang Song’s attention to others.

Originally, she just went to the kitchen to grab some fruit, but ended up being caught again, who knows how loud her scream was then.

Upon hearing Anne’s words, Tang Song’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

But he still maintained a dominant and aloof demeanor on the surface.

These past two days, he had indulged himself completely, almost never leaving the villa door, using two vials of Recovery Potion, he had vented his pent-up desires.

In this regard, the experience brought by the Western woman with a devilish figure was beyond description.

Now, it’s more about enjoying the process of tugging at Anne.

Although Anne seems to be thoroughly intimidated on the surface, voluntarily acknowledging his dominant position, the task of controlling Anne is still not complete.

It shows that from the bottom of her heart, her desire to conquer is still not dissolved.

Apparently, this ”American top Alpha,” the character developed since childhood, is not so easily reversed.

This is giving him a real headache.

Just lacking a bit of charm, yet the Western woman fails to cooperate.

Can’t really overstrain her, can he?

”Anne, you really disappoint me!”

”Pa—”

Anne glared at him, trying to preserve a bit of dignity.

Tang Song stood up, walking naked toward the stairs, ”I’m leaving Shanghai today, and for a while, we probably won’t see each other, Anne, I hope you take some time to recall these past two days we spent together.”

Watching him leave, noticing the few scratches on his back that she had made.

Anne licked her dry lips and slowly stood up, placing her hands on the island counter.

Her blonde hair clung messily to her forehead, a few damp strands cascaded down her cheeks, accentuating her face flushed from sweat.

Images of thrilling scenes flashed before her eyes.

Her sapphire eyes flickered with complex emotions—mixed with reluctance, fear, and shock, but also underlying excitement.

From the night before last, when she thought she could overpower and conquer Tang Song with her formidable stamina and innate talent.

What awaited her was... an almost unbeatable opponent.

Tang Song seemed tireless,

though it made her extremely embarrassed, it also awakened a long-lost sense of thrill within her.

Both terrifying and mesmerizing.

”You didn’t disappoint me, after all, Song.”

Anne murmured softly, her gaze somewhat dazed.

...

o’clock in the afternoon.

On the speeding high-speed train.

In the luxurious and exquisite business cabin, the air was filled with a faint fragrance, the lighting soft and warm.

Tang Song leaned back in the dark red leather seat, his posture tall yet relaxed, the framed glasses on his nose adding a touch of elegant charm.

Holding a thick copy of ”Being and Time” in his hands, his gaze focused, occasionally frowning in thought, sometimes smiling slightly.

For him, reading during the journey was a rare enjoyment.

Compared to a plane, the business seat on a high-speed train was undoubtedly more suitable for immersive learning.

Here it was quiet and comfortable, allowing him to temporarily escape the hustle and bustle of the outside world and truly immerse himself in reading.

Time ticked away.

A uniformed attendant walked up to him and spoke softly, ”Hello sir, the train is expected to arrive at Yan City Station at 18:57, which is 1 hour from now, would you like us to arrange a meal for you now?”

Tang Song raised his head and nodded politely, ”Alright, thank you.”

After casually choosing a meal, Tang Song closed the book in his hand, placing it back on the foldable table beside him.

He comfortably stretched his body.

Outside the window, the horizon was tinted with a vibrant orange-red, clouds floated like wisps of cotton, distant mountain ranges shrouded in golden afterglow.

After enjoying the scenery for a while, the ordered meal was delivered.

Tang Song enjoyed the meal while unlocking his phone screen.

Soon, the messages in the QQ group came into view.

In the Songmei Clothing work group, employees were enthusiastically discussing the recent live stream performance.

Since He Yiyi and Bei Yuwei appeared together on screen for the second time, the live stream had reached another peak.

Because they were well-prepared this time, they managed to capture this traffic steadily.

In recent days, sales figures have been soaring.

Smiling as he browsed for a while, responding to a few messages, Tang Song’s heart was slightly stirred.

Switching to the ”April” small account, aside from the Qingqing Can’t Get Enough fan group, indeed, there were unread messages from Zhang Yan.

But this time, it’s two messages.

Tang Song opened the chat window, a somewhat long message appeared on the screen, sent four days ago.

That was last Friday night.

She seemed to have gotten into the habit of leaving messages for this account at this time.

[Zhang Yan: ”Tonight, I had the much-anticipated hot pot with Lulu, but it was at my rented place.

When I’m tapping on the keyboard leaving you a message, I can still smell the rich aroma of the tomato broth.

Today is the last day of the holiday, and I’m glad I didn’t have to work overtime, I did many meaningful things:

Got Li Chao to help me change the sometimes functioning, sometimes not light in the hallway (no longer afraid of tripping);