The Subtle Seduction of My Ex-Girlfriend’s Aunt - Chapter 19

Chapter 19: Sister Song, Do Me a Favor~

“Senior Song.”

The first to speak as Song Zhixu approached was Qiu Yuan. The school she had attended as an exchange student in Country H happened to be the university Song Zhixu had graduated from. When Song Zhixu returned to the campus to give a speech last year, Qiu Yuan had met her once.

Song Zhixu gave a gentle smile. “Did your thesis pass?”

“It did, thanks to your pointers, Senior,” Qiu Yuan replied with a smile.

As they spoke, a member of the Chamber of Commerce staff walked over and said to Song Zhixu, “President Song, it’s about time.”

Song Zhixu nodded. After giving a small smile to Tang Ran and Miao Tiantian—whom she hadn’t greeted yet—she left with the staff member.

Once she was gone, several people from the neighboring tables immediately approached Qiu Yuan, engaging her in polite, social chatter. An elite like Song Zhixu was the focus of the crowd wherever she went, and she was the person most people in this venue wanted to connect with. However, given her status and position, not everyone dared to step forward and speak to her directly.

They had been standing nearby and overheard the conversation between Song Zhixu and Qiu Yuan. They figured that by being polite to Qiu Yuan, they might find an opportunity to get a foot in the door with Song Zhixu.

Qiu Yuan saw through their intentions and thought to herself that they were sorely mistaken. She and Song Zhixu were merely alumni who had met once; they didn’t have a deep relationship at all. Qiu Yuan wanted to explain, but since no one explicitly stated they were talking to her just to get to Song Zhixu, she had no choice but to reciprocate the social pleasantries.

At that moment, she didn’t realize that for the rest of the night, people would keep coming up to her, preventing her from having a serious conversation with Tang Ran before the banquet ended.

After the inauguration ceremony for the new board of directors, the networking session officially began. Halfway through, the banquet hall was filled with the mixed scent of food and alcohol.

Miao Tiantian had disappeared to who-knows-where. Tang Ran set down her glass, intending to head outside for some fresh air. After walking a few steps, her brow furrowed. She slowed her pace, using the reflection in the amber crystal wall to observe her surroundings.

She noticed a blurred figure following her at a consistent distance.

After walking two steps while lost in thought, a cold smirk played on Tang Ran’s lips. She abruptly turned and headed toward the wing of the banquet hall. After exiting the main hall, she feigned a casual glance backward. Just as expected, the person behind her also changed direction, trailing her.

Tang Ran quickened her pace slightly and headed toward the other end of the corridor. She had been to this banquet hall at the Lychee Hotel several times. On the west side of the first floor, there was a vanity room used by guests for touching up makeup or brief rests.

When the wine is flowing and everyone is busy networking, it’s the “golden hour” for socializing. The vanity room was located in a secluded spot; at this time, there was a high probability it would be empty—the perfect place to deal with a “mad dog” let loose by its owner.

The main hall was bustling with noise, but the corridor was silent. Her high heels sank into the thick carpet, making no sound.

With her fingertips, she pushed the door handle. Tang Ran’s gaze naturally scanned the room, stopping when it landed on the sofa near the dressing cubicles.

On the orange leather sofa, Song Zhixu sat with her long legs crossed. Her right hand rested on the armrest, propping up her head. Her eyes were partially closed, and she was leaning slightly against the backrest—an elegant posture that carried a hint of fatigue. Her champagne-colored gown clung softly to her curves, cinching at her waist in a smooth, elegant arc.

Her other hand rested on her knee. Beneath her slender fingers, the hem of her skirt draped like flowing water, revealing calves with a hint of delicate muscle. Her heels tapped lightly on the carpet, her Achilles tendons slightly taut. Further up, her porcelain-white ankles were so slender they looked like they could be encircled by a single hand.

Realizing what she was thinking, Tang Ran froze, and the tips of her ears heated up.

Hearing the door open, Song Zhixu turned her head. Her gaze met Tang Ran’s scrutiny. A flash of surprise crossed her tired eyes, quickly replaced by softness.

Realizing she had disturbed her rest by bursting in, Tang Ran felt a wave of embarrassment. She hesitated, wondering if she should enter. She had come here assuming the room would be empty. But if she left now, she felt unwilling. If she didn’t teach the person following her a lesson, more “dogs” would come to harass her in the future.

While she was hesitating, Song Zhixu had already stood up from the sofa, picked up her phone, and started walking toward the door. She could see that Tang Ran wanted to use the room but was too embarrassed to say so, so she intended to leave first.

When she reached Tang Ran, Song Zhixu was about to speak when her wrist was suddenly captured by a pair of soft, warm palms.

Tang Ran gripped Song Zhixu’s wrist and looked up with “puppy eyes,” full of expectation. “Sister Song, do me a favor~”

Her voice was naturally soft, but with the coaxing tone of a spoiled child, it became even more tender. The way she trailed off on the final particle was like a gentle ripple in the heart.

Sensing no resistance from Song Zhixu, Tang Ran gave a sweet smile and, without waiting for an answer, led her deeper into the room. Song Zhixu lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on Tang Ran’s hand holding her wrist.

At the very back of the room was a row of partitioned changing cubicles, with dark red velvet curtains reaching the floor. Tang Ran walked to the first cubicle, pulled the curtain completely shut, then led Song Zhixu past the second cubicle and into the third. She pulled the curtain halfway shut to hide their bodies before letting go of Song Zhixu’s hand.

“I…”

Song Zhixu started to say something, but Tang Ran quickly put a finger to her lips in a “shushing” gesture. She winked and lowered her voice. “Please stay here for just a tiny little bit, Sister Song~”

The space in the cubicle was small to begin with, and a leather bench took up most of the room. The area that the curtain could cover—and where people could hide—was only about a quarter of the size, barely enough for two people to stand.

Making Song Zhixu hide here was indeed a bit of a disservice to her. Song Zhixu nodded and didn’t speak further.

Tang Ran’s eyes crinkled. She turned around, opened her phone’s camera, and peeked through a tiny gap in the velvet curtain, aiming it toward the door.

Seeing this, Song Zhixu raised her hand and tapped her Bluetooth earphone. Before Tang Ran entered, she had been on a call with Assistant Jiang. The words she had been about to say earlier weren’t meant for Tang Ran, but to tell her assistant she’d call back later.

The distance between them was so close that Song Zhixu could clearly smell the sweet scent of Tang Ran’s perfume. It was the same one she had smelled at the bar that night.

On the other side of the city.

Assistant Jiang was focused on her report when she suddenly heard a flirty “Sister Song, do me a favor~” She froze. But as a professional assistant, she acted as if she heard nothing and continued her report.

Ten seconds later, the signal was abruptly cut. Assistant Jiang’s hand on the mouse paused. She looked at her phone, her brows knitted in conflict. Her mind raced to analyze whether it was an accidental disconnection or if her boss had hung up on her.

To call back, or not to call back? Assistant Jiang felt this was a major question affecting her future career. Fortunately, two seconds later, her phone lit up with a message from her boss: Contact me later.

Assistant Jiang let out a massive sigh of relief.

Lychee Hotel.

Just as Tang Ran aimed her camera at the door, the vanity room door was cracked open. Two seconds later, it was pushed open gently. A suspicious figure crept in.

It was Li Lu, one of Sun Jiaojiao’s “loyal sisters” who had been feeding her information at the banquet. The Li family had business ties with Shengtang, and Li Lu had been part of Sun Jiaojiao’s clique since middle school, participating in plenty of bullying alongside her.

Li Lu looked around carefully. Seeing only one cubicle with a closed curtain, a glint appeared in her eyes. She tiptoed to that cubicle and pulled a bottle of yellow liquid from her bag. These movements were smooth and practiced; clearly, this wasn’t her first time doing something like this.

As she unscrewed the cap, the foul odor made her instinctively grimace in disgust. Pinching her nose, she raised the bottle toward the gap in the curtain.

“What are you doing?”

The sudden voice made Li Lu jump. She looked back in shock, only to see Tang Ran stepping out of the cubicle at the very end.

“You!” She stammered. She should have been in the cubicle in front of me, how could she be over there?

Seeing the phone in Tang Ran’s hand pointed directly at her, Li Lu’s face went pale with terror. “You… you recorded everything?”

“Yeah. Do you want to see it for yourself?” Tang Ran tilted her phone, her smile mocking and wild.

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