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Chapter 1610: Chapter 564: Tang Song’s Wicked Sense of Humor (Part 2)

Wen Ruan’s eyes shifted suddenly, and she raised her phone, ”Haven’t we taken a photo together yet? Let’s take one.”

”Sure, sure!”

They were close, Wen Ruan pulled her in naturally, lowered her head to give a gentle kiss on her cheek, her smile alluring and confident.

”Mua~””Click!”

Just like that, a photo that was both intimate and visually striking was born.

After getting in the car, Yao Lingling was busily jotting down her design inspiration in the passenger seat while grinning widely, her eyes turning into crescents.

Wen Ruan leaned against the back of the driver’s seat, opened Tang Song’s chat window, and sent the photo over.

She commented: ”Just finished sparring with your junior; I must say, her stance is solid, her strikes powerful, but the rhythm was always led by me. In the end, she was thoroughly defeated, both physically and mentally. Pity you, the ’coach,’ weren’t there; otherwise, you could have joined for a match. Your hands, able to control the ball steadily and find openings precisely, are indeed strong, combined with your monstrous endurance; maybe the two of us combined wouldn’t have stood a chance against you.”

She added a blushing emoji at the end, ambiguous yet lingering.

”Buzz buzz—”

[Tang Song: ”Sure! Let’s set up a ’three-player game’ next time, you set the rules, I’ll guard the boundary.”]

Wen Ruan: ”Then... how about a spar tonight? We can also discuss the rules and boundaries?”

[Tang Song: ”(｡•ᴗ-)✧ Zhuangzhuang the player! Remember to change into your jersey in advance; I don’t like practice matches.”]

Wen Ruan replied with a playful emoji, snapped her fingers, and shouted to the passenger seat, ”Brace yourself, big sis is about to drive!”

”Rumble—”

The black Audi RS6 raced into the twilight streets.

The fresh evening breeze poured in through the half-open car window, tousling her hair, and bringing to Wen Ruan’s lips a lazy, teasing smile.

Tang Song’s women, as far as she knew, included quite a few, like Liu Qingning, Lin Muxue, Tian Jing, Xu Qing...

If she could secure this spot, it would mean surpassing them in a way.

She was a normal person, naturally possessing both selfishness and competitiveness.

Moreover, facing the enormous and suffocating wealth and power of the Tang Jin Family Office, who could truly remain untouched?

...

PM, nightfall as inkwell.

The row of villas in Shengyuan Good Place was enveloped in a serene glow.

Tang Song walked slowly towards villa number 6, still pondering Luo Bin’s analysis.

The weight of the Tang Jin Family Office was undeniable; that special advisory seat was extremely important to him.

Yet the suitable candidates were few.

Either there were figures like Shangguan Qiuya, Qin Yingxue, Mo Xiangwan, who were already privy to the insider information and had interacted with the family office;

Or candidates who understood his situation and possessed certain abilities.

But choosing Shangguan or Mo Xiangwan would undoubtedly lean towards a side, escalating conflicts.

Among Tang Song’s side, genuinely suitable candidates were rare.

Considering personal abilities, Wen Ruan, Liu Qingning, Xie Shuyu were all feasible.

Of them, Wen Ruan should be the most fitting.

The other two still didn’t know him enough.

Yet the big sister had taken too many falls on his behalf, he felt some pangs of conscience.

Just so happened Wen Ruan initiated a ball game again this afternoon, he planned to test the waters subtly when big sis was in high spirits later.

If it really doesn’t work out, he can always change candidates.

Opening the villa door.

Tang Song changed shoes and headed upstairs, walking all the way to the master bedroom, yet found the room empty.

The bed was neatly made, curtains slightly moved, save for Wen Ruan’s shadow.

”Zhuangzhuang!” Tang Song called out but received no response.

He frowned slightly, pulling out his phone and dialing Wen Ruan’s number, ”Hey? Zhuang Ruannuan, where did you run off to?”

The familiar, enticing voice came through the receiver, slightly hoarse, carrying a trace of nasal sound, and deliberately hushed with a seductive tone:

”Didn’t you say we would ’play ball’? I’m on the field, you’ll have to figure out the exact location yourself...”

Short few words, the tone alluring, yet playful to the extreme.

Tang Song’s weariness vanished, his spirit instantly refreshed.

Knew that big sis was up to play charms again.

”Hmph, wait and see!”

Hanging up the phone, Tang Song’s silhouette roamed through the villa.

Basement, guest room, laundry room, bathroom, wardrobe, media room...

Finally, when he pushed open the multi-function room door on the third floor, a familiar fragrance greeted his senses.

Tang Song’s eyes brightened, he stepped in briskly.

This place had been transformed into Wen Ruan’s daily studio, complete with various office equipment.

And in the far corner of the room, sitting relaxed on a custom soft padded bed, was Wen Ruan.

Her long hair draped over shoulders, carrying a bit of casualness and wildness.

She wore a sleeveless white NBA collab vest, closely fitted yet not excessively tight, the front logo subtly rising and falling with each breath; below, a navy-blue athletic shorts, outlining her firm, full curves.

Looked like an NBA player awaiting kickoff, sensual yet laced with a hint of untamed beauty.

Tang Song’s breath instantaneously accelerated, his eyes flushed red.

Goodness! Zhuangzhuang! You do understand playing ball!

Sensing his heated gaze, Wen Ruan rose slowly, barefoot landing on the carpet, her steps light but tinged with a teasing rhythm.

She tilted her head slightly, long hair gliding over shoulders, exposing her elegant neck, her gaze sultry, carrying the poise and charm of a mature woman.

Tang Song’s throat rippled, forcefully pulling her into his arms, burying his head in her neck, inhaling the faint fragrance in her hair.

Wen Ruan spoke with alluring charm: ”Speaking of tennis matches, the most important thing is to find the fall point of the tennis ball; I wonder if you can simultaneously accommodate two different fall points. Don’t end up caring for one at the expense of the other, kneeling in defeat~”