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Chapter 950 - 395: My Girlfriend Is Wen Ruan

Chapter 950: Chapter 395: My Girlfriend Is Wen Ruan

"Ding~~" The glass bottles lightly clinked.

"Gulp gulp——" Finishing the remaining half bottle of Beibingyang, Zhao Yaqian looked at Xue with a gentle expression, listening to her narration.

Due to their very close relationship, listening to Xue’s story felt as immersive as if she had experienced it herself.

"So, for me, the memories of university are not pleasant, and I subconsciously avoid the person I used to be."

"Every time I earned money from part-time jobs in the past, besides buying clothes and cosmetics, I would come here for skewers. But since graduation, I’ve been immersed in my persona and never came back."

"The house in YJHT is co-rented with a friend, and before that, my work was just as a receptionist at Rongxin Venture Capital."

Talking about the disgraceful changes and experiences during her university days, Lin Muxue felt overwhelmed with emotions, her eyes slightly unfocused.

"I actually understand." Zhao Yaqian handed a skewer of grilled gluten to Xue, saying lightly: "Besides, even if one is vain or likes to show off, I don’t see that as a problem.

After all, you’re spending your own money, not stealing or robbing.

To be honest with you, I’m actually quite vain too.

The first luxury item Brother Song gave me, I showed off multiple times in front of friends, and even dreamt of being envied at night."

Hearing her words, Lin Muxue covered her mouth and chuckled, then continued earnestly: "I’m sorry, Qianqian, I’ve been lying to you, but I genuinely have no ill intentions toward you."

"It’s okay, really okay." Zhao Yaqian shook her head fiercely and said: "Everyone has their secrets, including me. There are things I haven’t even mentioned to Brother Song."

The reason she didn’t resent Xue’s deception was mainly because she could sense Xue’s sincerity.

For instance, even after knowing her fortune, Xue wouldn’t let her pay when they went out to eat.

The gifts she received, Xue would quickly reciprocate with something of higher value.

Their relationship was built little by little through mutual feedback and tolerance, reaching this point.

Zhao Yaqian’s previously closest person was her cousin He Liting, and now there’s also Xue.

These two are her good friends who she can confide in.

Lin Muxue blinked, looking at her curiously: "What is it that you even keep from Tang Song?"

In her impression, this beautician was naive and never kept secrets.

"Hehe." Zhao Yaqian shook her head, "Don’t try to pry, I won’t tell anyone. Once it’s spoken, it’s no longer a secret."

"Alright then." Lin Muxue smiled and, after a moment of silence, said emotionally: "Thank you, Qianqian, and thank God I met you.

I’m very satisfied with who I am now, and the reason I’ve come this far is all because of you."

If it weren’t for Zhao Yaqian, she would most likely have really missed Tang Song.

Still living in YJHT, walking to work daily, earning money by making short videos, and desperately saving to buy luxury goods, maintaining a surface of glamour and persona.

Perhaps just a "classmate Mystery Box" would tear off her disguise.

Or simply dropping her bottom line and becoming a seedy streamer, like Xu Ning, to make fast money, then find a powerful top-tier gifter.

That state is also the fate of many "Fake socialites."

But that is not beautiful.

The reason she crafted the persona of a "Financial High-knowledge Woman" is because, deep down, she longed to become such a person.

Longing to be envied, jealous, admired by others.

And now, she’s precisely living in the state she most loves.

An executive at a financial company, earning an annual salary in the hundreds of thousands, driving a Porsche 911, and even influencing Lanfeng International’s five-star hotel to some extent.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she would pinch herself hard to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

"Ring ring ring——" The phone suddenly rang.

Interrupting the two’s conversation.

Zhao Yaqian picked up the phone and looked, "It’s Ting."

She answered the call and chatted in a low voice.

Zhao Yaqian smiled and suggested: "How about we pack the skewers and take them home? We’ve got alcohol at home, let’s have some, shall we?"

"Yeah, sure! I’ll go pay!"

Having finally let out the words she held in for so long, Lin Muxue felt much better and wouldn’t have to keep pretending anymore.

Like Xu Ning, it’s unlikely she’d always keep her from Qianqian, right?

Some things spoken by oneself are different from being discovered by others.

"Boss, the money’s been transferred, we’re leaving, bye."

"Bye." "Bye, Sister Xue."

...

Accompanied by the roaring of the engine, the silver-gray Porsche 911 drove into the night.

Inside the car, melodious music floated, along with Zhao Yaqian’s off-key singing.

In the evening, in the big house at YJHT.

The air conditioner hummed, the lighting warm and soft.

Three scantily dressed girls, drinking, laughing, fooling around, and chatting.

Drinking until nearly midnight, everyone was a little drunk.

Zhao Yaqian kicked off her slippers and began to dance a newly learned routine, somehow shedding her clothes and wearing just her sports bra, embraced her freedom.

Then she pulled Lin Muxue and He Liting into a soundproof bedroom.

Listening to music, drinking, and swaying their bodies.

Including He Liting, the three had achieved a certain degree of financial freedom thanks to Tang Song.

Lin Muxue had also candidly opened her heart to her beautician friend.

A carefree weekend night, in their twenties, facing a life without work pressure, living and looking toward the future.

They were full of fantasy, living freely.

At this moment, for them, this was the ultimate enjoyment of life.