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Chapter 870 - 374: Secretary Jin’s Closet_2

Chapter 870: Chapter 374: Secretary Jin’s Closet_2

Looking at Liu Qingning, whose face was flushed and hair damp, he couldn’t help but pinch her cheek and remarked, "You’re really going all out. The humidity outside is almost 90% today, exercising in this weather is torture, it’s better to hit the gym."

"Forget it, I can’t get a membership just for these ten days."

"True." Liu Shuang shook her head, then continued, "By the way, aren’t you off tomorrow? Xiang Kai sent me a WeChat message, he’s free recently, let’s have dinner together in the evening."

Liu Qingning looked up, "Did you tell him I’m resigning?"

Liu Shuang chuckled awkwardly, "Oh, I just mentioned it in passing. After all, you got kicked out by the capital, and he works at an investment company.

I wanted him to give you some advice to avoid any problems with the equity transfer, and not get scammed by them.

Of course, he probably also wants to ask you face-to-face about your future plans since we’re all friends."

"Alright, I’m going to take a shower, then I have to go to work later."

"Sigh, we need to work overtime this afternoon too, there’s a sudden bug in the project. Also, do you want to go to the mall tomorrow? You haven’t bought new clothes in a year."

Liu Qingning shook her head vigorously, "I’ll wait until I lose a few more pounds, then we’ll go on a big shopping spree!"

"Okay, your call." Liu Shuang shrugged helplessly.

...

After showering, drying her hair, and doing a simple skincare routine, she changed into an everyday outfit.

Liu Qingning walked out of the bedroom with a bag on her back.

As she passed the full-length mirror, she stopped instinctively.

She scrutinized herself in the mirror, lifting her heavy chest with both hands, and sighed helplessly.

After gaining weight, not only did her waist thicken, but it felt like her chest got bigger too, probably now a standard E cup.

No wonder she often felt short of breath lately, it must be the bra being too tight.

Her dressing style has become especially casual now, just a regular T-shirt and sweatpants, whatever feels comfortable.

Compared to her previous self, she indeed looks a bit sloppy now.

She must slim down quickly, and once she’s in good shape, she’ll buy some pretty clothes.

By the end of August, she would officially resign from Century Wisdom and then pack for a few days before heading to Yan City.

There really wasn’t much time left for her.

...

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stopped at Yan City International Airport.

From the driver’s seat, Liu Jiayi spoke softly, "President Tang, we’ve arrived."

"Hmm." Tang Song lowered his crossed leg, looking out the window at the airport.

This time, he booked a business class ticket, the discounted price was 2500 yuan, not expensive.

In fact, most planes don’t have a first class; business class is already the best choice.

If he didn’t count the memories from his dreams, this was actually the first time he was flying.

During his university years, he obviously didn’t have time, and after graduation, he was busy making money and working overtime. His travels were mostly between his hometown and the Imperial City, with no need for flying.

"Click—" The rear car door opened.

Liu Jiayi bent over and gestured with her hand.

Tang Song nodded slightly and stepped out.

He wasn’t really used to being taken care of like this, but he couldn’t help it; his female driver was both beautiful and dashing, truly a sight to behold.

Subsequently, Liu Jiayi carried the suitcase and led him inside.

On the way, many eyes were fixed on them.

With a faint smile on his lips, Tang Song exuded confidence and composure.

After completing the check-in procedures at the dual-class and high-card VIP counter, Liu Jiayi whispered, "President Tang, have a safe journey. The pick-up arrangements in Shen City are already set up, you’ll see them as soon as you exit the VIP channel."

"Thank you, goodbye." Tang Song waved gently and stepped into the fast-track security check.

Exiting the security channel, he quickly spotted the "First Class Lounge" sign, right next to Gate 26.

Upon entering the lounge, staff stood up to welcome him, quickly verifying his boarding pass and ticket details, before Tang Song settled onto a sofa, observing the surroundings.

The overall area was quite spacious, with distinct functional zones, good privacy, and separate small rooms and an audiovisual room.

After grabbing some fresh fruits and drinks, Tang Song reclined on a sofa in the reading area, casually picking up a "National Geographic" magazine.

He read with great interest.

The elegant furniture arrangement was both staggered and exquisite, with a small, refined coffee table beside the sofa adorned with fresh fruit, select snacks, and various beverages.

After a while, the sound of footsteps, "tap tap tap," echoed.

"Mr. Tang, your plane is about to take off, you can board now."

Following the staff, he walked to Gate 26, got on an exclusive shuttle bus, and completed boarding ahead of the economy class passengers who were still waiting.

The entire process was queue-free and uncrowded, a very pleasant experience.

Seated in the spacious and comfortable seat, the flight attendant handed him a hot towel on a ceramic plate.

He wiped his hands briefly and drank half a glass of lemon water.

Tang Song took out his phone, which already had numerous unread messages.

They were all from the Wings asking about his boarding status.

After replying to each one, Tang Song switched to flight mode.

He adjusted the reclining seat, pulled out a biography from his bag.

Putting on headphones, he reclined against the seatback, gently adjusting his rimmed glasses, and quietly began reading.

After a while, the economy class passengers began boarding.

Every now and then, someone walking past his seat couldn’t help but slow down.

Their gaze was amazed as they looked at the young man seated there.

Despite the noisy environment and glances, he seemed completely unaware, continuing to focus on the book in his hands.