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"Hmm, actually it’s quite okay, I’m used to it."

The two of them chatted, with pauses between sentences.

Tang Song’s posture was very relaxed, a smile lingering on his face as he gazed at her gently.

It was like listening to a long-lost friend, sharing updates about each other’s lives.

Ouyang Xianyue watched his profile, which appeared exceptionally handsome in the light streaming through the window, her gaze slightly unfocused.

...

Outside the car window, the scenery became increasingly tranquil.

The black Audi A8L slowly drove into a heavily guarded, independent traditional Chinese courtyard.

[Jinli Villa].

Within the courtyard, each step revealed another scenic view; the winding paths led into serenity, exuding a low-key yet profound top-tier aesthetic taste.

Tang Song’s accommodation was arranged at the deepest and quietest part of the courtyard, the "Bamboo Pavilion."

His luggage had already been sent ahead of him.

After placing his briefcase back in his bedroom, Tang Song was led by Ouyang Xianyue to an elegant tearoom.

She took out a can of the finest Mengding Ganlu from a small rosewood cabinet.

Then, she knelt on a cushion beside the low table and brewed it for him personally.

Water poured into the gaiwan, and the tea leaves unfolded in the water.

The delicate aroma of tea soon permeated the serene air.

Her every movement was fluid and graceful, filled with the rhythmic beauty that belonged to a noble family’s young lady.

Tang Song’s gaze stayed on her, openly admiring and exploring.

"Try it." She pushed the first cup of tea soup towards Tang Song, "It’s this year’s new tea, my aunt specially had someone send it."

Tang Song picked up the teacup and took a sip, "The tea soup is bright yellow-green, the flavor fresh and mellow, it truly is good tea."

The two naturally began to talk about the topic of "tea ceremony."

As the "player" who had singlehandedly "strategized" and cultivated Ouyang Xianyue in the game, Tang Song naturally knew many hidden details about her.

For instance, her expertise and love for calligraphy and tea ceremony. Coupled with the fact that he had previously acquired a [Ganlu Spring Pot], he had deliberately brushed up on much related knowledge.

At this moment, their conversation was harmonious and deep.

The atmosphere was exceptionally relaxed and natural.

Ouyang Xianyue raised her head, looking at Tang Song through the swirling steam.

She felt inner contentment and joy.

At this moment, she finally felt from this confidant the genuine emotional warmth that belongs to ordinary people.

No wonder Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan spoke of him that way.

He truly had changed a lot, a lot.

Over the years, the relationship between her and Tang Song had always been quite special.

At first, she genuinely regarded him as a junior. In her eyes, although 19-year-old Tang Song was frighteningly mature, he was ultimately a piece of raw jade needing her guidance and protection.

But later, she gradually discovered that the wisdom and vision this young man possessed had long surpassed her, even surpassing everyone she knew.

Thus, the protection of a senior gradually turned into equal admiration, eventually transforming into sincere and respectful awe.

Her feelings for him included admiration, reverence, and deep reliance.

Yet due to the age gap and Tang Song’s extremely restrained emotions, their interactions were restrained and calm.

Not as intimate and tight as Jin Weixiao’s relationship with him.

And now, his changes brought her heartfelt joy.

She had very few genuine friends, and Tang Song was undoubtedly the most special and important among them.

She began to yearn for, and look forward to, a deeper emotional exchange with him.

...

After talking about tea, the topic naturally shifted back to Ouyang Chengping’s health status.

"... Recently, he’s been maintaining himself with herbal medicine. His spirits are actually good, but his body functions have naturally declined to their limit. At this stage, there’s no magical remedy to use."

Ouyang Xianyue’s eyes were downcast, her voice carrying fatigue.

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes reinforcing the foundation and nurturing vitality." Tang Song’s tone became gentle, "For elderly people, forcing medication to tackle the disease is less beneficial than following nature and using gentle methods to adjust blood and energy, which can promote longevity."

"In fact, besides herbal decoctions, some professional acupressure and meridian pathways clearing can also play a very good assistive regulatory role. For example, pressing Zusanli can invigorate the spleen and stomach, and rubbing Shenmen Acupoint can nurture the heart and calm the mind..."

He spoke authoritatively, appearing particularly natural and credible.

Ouyang Xianyue marveled, "First time knowing you understand these things."

Tang Song laughed, "I do understand a bit."

Back in his dream-like state, he indeed understood, but at that time, he probably would never talk to Ouyang Xianyue about this topic, which he considered a "waste of time."

"Alright, I’ll find a professional to try it later."

Tang Song picked up his teacup and took a sip.

His gaze fell on the elegant curvature of her shoulder and neckline from sitting upright.

Slightly casually, he said, "Sister Xian Yue, do your right shoulder and neck occasionally feel stiff and sore, sometimes leading to headaches?"

"Yes, looks like you’re a ’divine doctor.’" With increased interaction, her tone also became relaxed and casual.

"Your condition is due to prolonged intense work combined with excessive contemplation, causing stagnation of blood and energy around the ’Jianjing acupoint.’ If not treated promptly, it will be problematic later. If you don’t mind, I can help you relieve it; the discomfort will ease quickly."

Earlier at the airport when they hugged, he had come into contact with Ouyang’s body and roughly gauged some of her physical condition.