Chapter 362 - 362 227 Tips from a Beautician Friend

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Chapter 362: Chapter 227: Tips from a Beautician Friend Chapter 362: Chapter 227: Tips from a Beautician Friend The soft light spilled across the spacious bedroom where a popular variety show played on the TV. Laughter, banter, and music were incessant. Zhao Yaqian lay lazily in bed, dressed in a camisole dress, her hair casually spread out. Beside her were snacks, fruit cuts, and drinks. Her eyes were glued to the screen, her mouth wide open in a carefree smile. Due to the large area of the suite, and because he deliberately lightened his footsteps, the absorbed beautician didn’t notice him. Tang Song didn’t speak either; he just quietly stood at the bedroom door, smilingly watching her. Essentially, Qianqian hadn’t changed much from the simple and naïve beautician he had first met. Suddenly coming into wealth hadn’t caused her to lose her reason. Of course, this had a lot to do with the family trust. On one hand, it restrained her; on the other, it provided her with future security. It prevented her from being dizzy with the sudden influx of money. “Ha~” Zhao Yaqian yawned on the bed and sat up, stretching languidly. Under the fitting dress, her full breasts created a beautiful curve. She picked up the cellphone from the bedside and checked the time. Then she started to type away “tap tap tap.” “Buzz buzz buzz—” The phone in Tang Song’s pocket vibrated. He took it out to look. [Qianqian: “Brother Song, what’s the gift actually? Why hasn’t it arrived yet?”] [Qianqian: “Actually, I’m not that eager for the gift. I’m more looking forward to returning to Yan City to see you. I bought lots of gifts for you too, hehe.”] Tang Song smiled, tucked his phone back into his pocket, and “tap tap tap” walked right in. The sudden appearance of such a big guy in the room made Zhao Yaqian cry out “ah,” trembling all over in fright. Following that, she just stared dumbfounded at Tang Song standing there. Thinking she was dreaming, she quickly pinched her own fair thigh, “hiss~” leaving a clear red mark. “Ah!!!” She excitedly jumped out of bed and took long strides towards him. With the fragrance of her perfume wafting through the air, Tang Song felt a weight on his body as Qianqian hung onto him. Her cheeks flushed, she looked at him intently, keenly feeling his presence. “Brother Song, is this the gift you were talking about?” “I love you Brother Song! Love you, love you! Mua~ mua~” Followed by a shower of kisses on his lips, his eyebrows, his eyes, his neck... In his ears was his girlfriend’s murmuring and dependency, in his nostrils was the warm fragrance arousing him, his hands on her smooth skin, her voluptuous body. Tang Song took a deep breath, his spirits rippling. Soon, the beautician began to soften, marveling at how dexterous and strong her boyfriend’s fingers were. “Qianqian, love isn’t just about saying it... you need to do more of it,” he continued. Tang Song teased the beautician’s weak spots, feeling her being moved while he whispered nonsensical sweet nothings in her ear. Zhao Yaqian felt her heart race, her cheeks redden, sensing that her boyfriend was particularly playful tonight. She couldn’t help but grab the cellphone in his pocket, bit her lower lip, and with sultry eyes said, “Brother, don’t treat me as a person tonight.” Tang Song tightened his grip slightly, scooping up the beautician and tumbling onto the bed. Then, the room danced with the descent of T-shirts, jeans, camisole dresses... The fair and slender legs gleamed with beauty in the dimly lit room. As a vigorous young player, the beautician was very initiative. Even though Tang Song put forth all his strength, he couldn’t fully suppress her. The scene was chaotic. The night deepened. The lights in the room went out. The beautician put on high heels and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the night view. “Brother, does it look good?” “Beautiful,” Tang Song sincerely praised. Her silhouette against the dim light was stunningly gorgeous. Her smooth skin was like satin, flawless. The curve of her back extended downwards from her delicate neck, creating a soft and charming arc. The spine was straight, shoulder blades slightly protruding like the wings of a butterfly ready to fly, exuding a dynamic beauty. The waist narrowed slightly, the hips flared out, displaying the perfect balance of slenderness and suppleness. Standing over a hundred meters high, embracing the beautician, overlooking the beauty of Su River Bay, Tang Song was intoxicated by the glittering allure of Shanghai. ... June 11, 2023, Sunday, partly cloudy turning to overcast, 22~30°C. Early in the morning, the sky was just beginning to light up. Zhao Yaqian struggled to open her eyes, and the room was dark. She wriggled her bottom a bit and quickly felt her boyfriend behind her. Her face colored slightly as memories of the night before rushed back to her. She felt blissful inside and couldn’t help letting out a soft chuckle. Tang Song had been exceptionally tender and considerate the previous night. He not only spoke many sweet words but also played with special attention to her feelings. She truly felt that love could be expressed through actions. Carefully getting out of bed not to wake Tang Song, she walked naked to the bathroom in the living room and started to shower with intent. Though they had been vigorous last night, she had been resting well in recent days, and with youth and vitality on her side, she quickly perked up. Accustomed to sleeping in, her early risings recently were because she felt she had to change. She thought about providing emotional value for her boyfriend; it shouldn’t be just talk. This was also why she had been willing to spend a lot of money on full-body care recently; henceforth, she planned to exercise, learn about fashion, and if possible, read more books he liked. Although... she really disliked reading. After a fragrant hot shower, she dried her hair, gave herself a hairstyle, carefully applied makeup, and spritzed her favorite perfume. She tiptoed into the walk-in closet, pulled out the clothes she had bought two days ago, and chose the sexiest set to put on. Looking at herself in the mirror, Zhao Yaqian couldn’t help but turn around with intoxication, blowing a kiss to the mirror, “Beauty Zhao, naturally stunning, no wonder Brother Song loves me so much, mua~” Then, she opened the closet in the dressing room and took out all the gifts she had prepared for Tang Song. Two hardcover books, a high-end electric shaver, some men’s beauty and skin care products, and a set of Hermes fashion. After placing these gifts on the bedside table, Zhao Yaqian tip-toed back to bed and lay down close to Tang Song. Her eyes twinkled with starlit sparkles. With this, when Brother Song wakes up in the morning, he’ll see the beautiful, fragrant me and all these gifts, he will definitely be delighted, right? Thinking this, she couldn’t help but press her head against his chest, silently counting his heartbeat, smiling from cheek to cheek. Feeling very happy and blessed just by leaning against him. Scenes from their acquaintance ever since then flashed through her mind. Their first encounter at Yiz Beauty Salon. The slightly overweight programmer with bad skin, the beautician about to be unemployed and in debt. Adding as friends, getting a membership card, Swarovski earrings, hand-fried skewers in the rain... Guiding her in beauty and skincare knowledge, planning a self-driving trip together, his meticulous care warming their feelings, gradually growing closer... Family troubles, feeling lost, the care and love on rainy days, her withdrawal, his confession, her silence... As she mulled over these thoughts, Zhao Yaqian alternated between smiling, pouting, and feeling ashamed. ... When Tang Song opened his eyes, it was already past 7 o’clock. His nose twitched, the pleasant scent of perfume wafting around him, and then he saw the beautician lying in his arms. Her plump, round bottom wrapped in a pencil skirt and stockings, her bosom perky, her face with heavy makeup. She was the epitome of seductive charm. Seeing that Tang Song had awoken, she gently twisted her body, tilting her face up to say, “Good morning, brother, another day of loving you has begun. I bought you lots of gifts, they’re all over there, see if you like them.” She batted her sparkling, watery eyes at him, as obedient as a little kitten. Tang Song looked at the somewhat unfamiliar Qianqian, taking a deep breath. Damn! Beautician friend, are you trying to get pregnant! Blessed with the [Attractive Man Halo (LV3)], he was at the peak of his virility, hardly able to withstand such stimulation. Soon, Tang Song felt the sincerity of the beautician again; she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Ssshh—” The thin stockings were torn apart. ... At 9 o’clock in the morning. Having finished breakfast, Lin Muxue sat in front of her computer, earnestly editing a video. Strictly speaking, the biggest benefit from her trip to Shanghai wasn’t the Hermes Birkin bag. It was her social media influencer account. Her Douyin followers skyrocketed from 250,000 to 580,000. Her Little Red Book followers increased from 13,000 to 20,000. The high-quality videos, featuring elements like Maybach, Bentley, the Bvlgari hotel, the Shanghai Film Festival, and live star shots, were extremely popular with users. Seeing the prospects, she spent over 10,000 yuan on promotion in these few days. Because her personal branding has always been that of an upscale, well-educated, and wealthy woman, the platform’s targeted traffic was very precise. With these followers, she also could charge more for her sponsorship deals. Regrettably, because of her persona, she couldn’t do live sales, making monetization a bit difficult. She checked her bank balance, 95,000 yuan. Seeing this number, she gritted her teeth in frustration; the so-called “financial experts” at her company advised her to buy various stocks and funds, resulting in a loss of nearly 10%. The hard-earned money of hers, Xue, was lost by 10,000 yuan, which was truly distressing. Then she withdrew another 10,000 yuan from her WeChat balance. Opening Alipay, she transferred 105,000 yuan to Zhao Yaqian. In WeChat, she left a message, “Yaqian, I transferred the money for the Hermes bag to your Alipay. Check it out, ha.” With that, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Song was here. He would definitely notice the Hermes platinum bags on both hers and Yaqian’s hands. He would eventually find out it was “Miss Su” who gave it to Yaqian. If she didn’t transfer the money and continued to owe it, her persona would collapse. It would also leave a bad impression on Tang Song. If only she had more money, she would definitely transfer a few more tens of thousands and say grandly, “We’re good friends, and your Sister Xue can’t take advantage of you for nothing!” Looking at her WeChat balance, only 8,000 yuan was left. Instantly, her head began to ache. Her credit card statement was due on the 20th; she had to pay over 10,000 yuan. She hoped that she could land more ads during this period. “Buzz buzz buzz—” [Qianqian: “Received! Oh, and Xue, I have a date with Brother Song in Shanghai today to watch a movie, so I can’t join you.”] Feeling a pang of envy, Lin Muxue read the message. Having had her fill of Tang Song, and now enjoying a romantic date with him, listening to his sweet nothings — this was truly a heavenly life! “Buzz buzz” her phone vibrated again. [Tang Song: “Xue, get ready, I need you to accompany me later. I have a task for you.”] Lin Muxue’s heart skipped a beat and her cheeks flushed with excitement. I’m included too!? Going out with Attractive Man, she was thrilled even at the thought! Licking her lips, she quickly typed a reply, “Okay, where are we going? I need to prepare an outfit suitable for the occasion.” After all, she was a sophisticated and fashionable woman; going out with Attractive Man, she must dress well to give him the best experience, to present the best image! “Buzz buzz buzz—” [Tang Song: WJ Marriott Hotel.map] “This...” Lin Muxue’s mouth widened in shock, her mind spinning.

Chapter 362 - 362 227 Tips from a Beautician Friend

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