deltrittennovels Chapter 869: The Little Raincoat’s New Task
Chapter 869: The Little Raincoat’s New Task
Yunxi Building, 30th floor, Songmei Apparel.
The large conference room was brightly lit, the atmosphere lively and tight.
“Overall GMV for January continued the high trend from December. Sales share for our in-house brand Heyi continues to rise. Several core livestream rooms performed steadily, but traffic costs have already started to rise significantly ahead of the Spring Festival...
“On the offline store side, renovations and materials are progressing according to plan. The first batch of company-owned stores will be able to launch one after another after the holiday...
“The brand middle platform’s test version is already up and running. Members, orders, inventory, suppliers, and sales analytics are being consolidated into a unified foundation. However, since this is the first full-link integration, there are many issues—especially data cleansing, API adaptation, and business process restructuring—so the pressure to push forward is huge......”
Gao Mengting stood in front of the projection screen, speaking with clear pacing and decisive rhythm, walking through each work progress item.
Tang Song sat at the head of the table, a thick packet of meeting materials at his side, listening calmly and occasionally glancing down to turn a page.
On both sides of the long table sat nearly the entire core management team of Songmei Apparel.
Thanks to the high-quality sleep and bodily recovery brought by the male-god halo, he had almost no jet lag trouble.
His private plane had landed in Yancheng at noon. After having lunch with Xu Qing and tucking her into sleep, he came straight to the company.Songmei Apparel had reached a very critical junction.
After the holiday, Bei Yuwei’s endorsement promotion, the first batch of company-owned stores launching, and the spring new arrivals would all be released in a concentrated burst within a very short timeframe.
This counted as Songmei’s attempt at transformation.
If successful, HEYISTUDIO would officially take the key step from being an “internet celebrity brand” toward a “new-consumption women’s fashion brand.”
It was worth mentioning that at the start of this year, Songmei had already produced a second genuinely explosive hit product.
It was a detachable ultra-light down jacket with goose down fill.
The cut was crisp, the structure lightweight, balancing everyday wearability, urban fashion sense, and winter functionality.
It could be worn alone or adapted to different scenarios through modular detachment.
The design sketch still came from the junior designer Yao Lingling.
On top of her already-strong aesthetics and pattern-making ability, this time she hit the market demand for winter lightweighting, urban functionality, and refined women’s commuting perfectly.
Combined with the attention from Bei Yuwei’s endorsement warm-up, conversions from He Yiyi’s livestream, and stable control from the supply chain over fabrics and filling processes,
the piece immediately became a hot item among winter new arrivals once launched.
Tang Song looked at the sales curve in the meeting materials and felt a touch of emotion.
He Yiyi and Yao Lingling, both boosted by the system’s Enterprise Opportunity Card, seemed to keep bringing him luck.
It felt like an invisible hand continually blessing him.
With offline stores, brand promotion, and AI projects moving forward in parallel, the old organizational structure was clearly no longer sufficient.
Songmei Apparel had already begun to split into a Brand Center, Clothing Design Center, E-commerce Operations Center, Livestream Center, Market Content Center, Supply Chain Center, and Offline Expansion Center.
In addition, they set up internal product, development, and data teams to interface with third-party software companies and push the brand middle platform.
One of the main reasons Tang Song gathered all the senior executives for this meeting was to put this new organizational structure down on paper and into execution.
After all, he would soon have to go to Shen City again after the holiday.
....
After the meeting ended, people gradually dispersed.
Tang Song closed the meeting materials in his hand and walked out of the conference room side by side with Gao Mengting, heading toward the president’s office.
They passed through the open-plan office; the atmosphere was noticeably different from usual.
Employees were full of energy, faces alight with excitement and joy they couldn’t hide.
When they saw the two passing, everyone stood up to greet them.
“President Tang, hello; President Gao, hello.”
“President Tang.”
“President Gao.”
Some exchanged glances after saying it, their smiles nearly stretched to their ears.
There was a reason.
The first thing Tang Song did when he returned to the company this afternoon was finalize this year’s year-end bonus plan on the spot.
Ordinary employees would receive performance-based bonuses, generally equivalent to three to six months’ salary.
Core backbones, top livestreamers, design and supply chain key roles would get high-tier bonus packages of six to twelve months.
As for true core contributors like He Yiyi and Yao Lingling, in addition to year-end bonuses, they would receive separate long-term incentives and project rewards.
For a new-consumption company still in rapid expansion, such year-end bonuses were quite staggering.
Especially right before the festival.
Money actually hitting bank accounts lifts spirits far more than pep talks and empty promises.
The morale on the whole floor was essentially sky-high.
They stopped in front of the president’s office door. Gao Mengting paused.
“President Tang.” She turned back, and her gentle eyes held a hint of an emotion only the two of them could understand.
Tang Song looked at her and smiled. “What’s up?”
They met each other’s gaze. Gao Mengting blinked, then whispered, “Want to have dinner together tonight?”
Tang Song’s mouth lifted; he teased, “Where to? If I don’t like it, I won’t go.”
Gao Mengting pursed her lips, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she answered decisively, “My place.”
“All right, then I’ll sample President Gao’s cooking.”
“Then... goodbye.” Gao Mengting smiled and waved, turning to leave.
“Want to come in and chat alone, partner?” Tang Song leaned against the doorframe, tone playful.
“No need.” Gao Mengting averted her gaze and sounded composed, “I still have a small meeting with the Offline Expansion Center and engineering later to go over store renovation milestones, display plans, and pre-opening training.”
“All right, see you tonight after work.”
“Mm, bye.”
Watching his partner’s swaying silhouette, Tang Song couldn’t help but laugh.
Gao Mengting was truly a very special person.
She had strong idealism and deep emotions.
Whether career or romance, she wasn’t the type to chase fleeting excitement.
She was earnest, clear-headed, and carried a little intrinsic romance.
What she sought wasn’t constant companionship, but a fervent entanglement of mind and body.
So more often it became a flawless spiritual reliance and resonance.
She worked when she needed to, attended meetings when necessary, and lived life when appropriate.
She wouldn’t act coquettish on a whim or cling for attention without cause.
But when a particular moment came—walking out of a meeting side by side, or asking “shall we have dinner tonight” after a busy day—her emotions and warmth would naturally spill out.
That kind of intimacy was more stable, mature, and inclined toward spiritual resonance.
Like two partners walking forward together.
Back in his office, Tang Song casually put the files on his desk, took off his coat, and sank into the executive chair.
What followed was another round of intense work pace.
Thanks to Inspiration Burst and Memory Palace, he handled the piled-up documents almost effortlessly.
Reports that required repeated checks, contracts to be reviewed line by line, plans needing back-and-forth deliberation—all became clear in structure and focused in his hands.
In less than an hour, most items cluttering his inbox and desktop were cleared.
Leaning back, he rubbed his brow and was about to get up for a glass of water when a knock sounded at his office door.
“Knock knock knock—”
The rhythm was light and carried a familiar vivaciousness.
One could tell at a glance it was that energetic junior.
“Come in.”
The door cracked open and the face of a clean, pleasant-looking girl peered in.
Lingling wore a soft light-colored sweater and dark casual pants, her long hair loose, her face bright and charming, lighting up the room.
“President Tang!” She jingled the cold drink in her hand, smiling radiantly, “I brought your life-renewing drink!”
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a practiced motion.
“Here, your favorite little Qing Ning juice.”
Tang Song looked at the drink she held, smiled, and took it. “Thanks, Lingling. How did you know I wanted something to drink?”
“Hehe.” Lingling blinked, “That’s called spirit resonance.”
“Not bad, very good at taking care of the boss.”
Tang Song twisted the cap and took a sip; the clean sweet-and-tart flavor slid down his throat, and he felt much refreshed.
Lingling stood by his desk, staring at him without blinking, eyes bright and full of joy and secret admiration she couldn’t hide.
Tang Song shook the bottle. “Speak. Aside from delivering a drink, what else?”
Lingling leaned forward slightly, hands on the desk, smiling coquettishly, “Senior, have dinner with me tonight?”
“Too bad,” Tang Song shrugged, “I already have plans tonight.”
Lingling froze, her smile drooping a little. “President Gao?”
“Yes.” Tang Song didn’t hide it, nodding calmly.
“All right...” Yao Lingling puffed her cheeks and mumbled, “I guess I’m late again. I knew you’d be crazy busy as soon as you returned. I should have invited you earlier to play ball.”
Seeing her disappointed yet slightly urgent expression, Tang Song couldn’t help laughing. “Are you about to burst?”
“Ugh, senior, why would you say that.” Lingling’s face flushed red.
“Aren’t you?” Tang Song teased.
“I... I’m not being thirsty!” Lingling protested stubbornly, but her eyes kept darting over him. “How about... tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow...” Tang Song deliberately dragged out the word, noncommittal.
Lingling bit her lip, then walked around the desk to his large executive chair.
She bent over closer; warm breath brushed his ear. Her voice dropped, laced with a teasing, coquettish smile:
“Senior, my base layer today is very special.”
Tang Song raised an eyebrow. “How special?”
Lingling didn’t answer. She turned, hands bracing on the desk, and leaned over.
The off-white sweater bunched at her waist; the fitted casual pants tightened instantly, outlining an impressively full, perky pear-shaped curve honed by frequent squats.
Tang Song couldn’t help reaching out; through the pants he felt remarkable elasticity and warmth.
Lingling’s body tensed.
He hooked his finger under the waistband and tugged slightly downward.
A sliver of purple strap flashed into view.
Extremely narrow, so slim it was almost a single line, nestled into moist fair skin, creating a striking visual impression.
Goodness, the junior had really come prepared!
Tang Song applied a bit more pressure with his fingers.
“Ah!” Lingling let out a small cry, turned, bared her teeth, and inched closer to whisper, “Senior, if you don’t start, I’ll shut down automatically.”
She boldly kissed his lips and coaxed, “Think of it as... an early year-end benefit?”
Tang Song was amused by the junior’s boldness and frankness. He patted her butt and said with mock seriousness, “Benefits can be given. But you have to report your work first so I can get ahead on the progress.”
Then his fingertips gently pinched her slightly parted red lips from heavy breathing.
Lingling flushed and slapped his hand away angrily. “No way! Senior, you’re too bad; this is the office—”
“Then why did you just lock the door?” Tang Song smirked.
“I... that’s not appropriate...”
“If it’s not appropriate, then you’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”
“Ah!” Lingling panicked and thumped his shoulder.
She hesitated a few seconds, glanced at the closed office door, then at this idol senior she longed for.
In the end she bit her lower lip and slowly leaned down.
She looked up at him with bright eyes.
“Well... I’ll report. Senior, don’t complain that I’m long-winded.”
“Don’t worry, I have patience. If you’re wrong, I’ll personally guide you.”
Outside, the sky was gradually darkening.
Early February in Yancheng, night fell early; after five the sun slipped into gaps between buildings, dyeing the skyline deep orange-red.
Lingling squatted there, head tilted back, seriously reporting the Clothing Design Center’s work.
Progress on spring new samples, fabric confirmations for several core styles, team coordination among designers, preparations for the post-holiday ordering fair...
Her speech wasn’t fast, but very organized. Whenever she reached a key point, her eyes would curve and the corners of her mouth would lift high.
Fortunately, Lingling was born with a Fitness Holy Body and had excellent leg strength; even holding that demanding reporting posture, she remained steady.
After more than twenty minutes she finished what she needed to say.
When the final word landed, she cried out “ouch” and dashed into the restroom.
She returned with beads of water on her face and rosy cheeks.
“Senior—” she grabbed Tang Song’s sleeve. “Report done, time to deliver on your promise, right?”
Tang Song kissed her cheek. “Let’s go inspect your work results.”
He turned and headed straight for the lounge.
Lingling froze, then reacted, her face reddening as she followed in small quick steps.
The door closed softly behind them as night gradually crept in outside.
......
Tang Song’s first day back in Yancheng was undoubtedly busy and “fulfilling.”
After staying late at the company to guide the junior’s design work and working until 7:30 p.m., he rode in Gao Mengting’s Mercedes E back here.
They cooked a simple homemade dinner together in the kitchen.
After eating, each held a glass and sat on the beanbag chair by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Outside was Yancheng on a winter night, city lights quietly spreading; inside was warm, with a faint sweet scent of sparkling wine in the air.
They talked about books they’d recently read, how the company had arrived at its current state, and the real challenges Songmei Apparel would face next:
offline stores, brand upgrades, organizational restructuring, AI middle platform, and second-curve development...
A spiritual resonance and fit made the atmosphere between them especially mellow and tender.
As they talked, their bodies slowly overlapped and merged.
Perhaps this time they had been apart longer than usual.
Gao Mengting showed an unprecedented heat.
But this literary young woman who loved reading and working was still inexperienced physically.
By midnight, watching his partner passed out, Tang Song kissed her forehead.
He got up, took a quick shower, then instead of returning to bed, changed clothes, picked up his phone, and walked out the door.
His destination was clear.
Shengyuan Fine Neighborhood, Building 9, Unit 401.
As a responsible boyfriend, on his first night back in Yancheng he had to properly comfort his girlfriends.
Xie Shuyu had already sent him several messages earlier.
Although she hadn’t explicitly asked him to come over, her hints had been unmistakable.
He missed this composed, rational female CEO as well.
This kind of midnight surprise carried a certain forbidden thrill and wicked fun.
The elevator rode up silently.
Soon Tang Song stood before 401. He entered the code, unlocked, and pushed the door open, then gently closed it behind him.
The apartment was dim.
At this hour it was almost one in the morning on a work night; Xie Shuyu had surely been asleep for a while.
He didn’t bother with slippers, slipped off his shoes, and padded barefoot across the warm wooden floor, moving quietly inside.
He walked down the hallway to the master bedroom door.
He held the knob and gently pressed down to test it.
“Click.”
A very soft sound.
The door opened.
Tang Song stepped inside.
The master bedroom was very dark, lit only by scattered neon spilling through the window, casting mottled shadows on the carpet and bed edge.
On the big bed a soft mound rose.
Xie Shuyu lay on her side, breathing long and even—clearly asleep, unaware someone had entered the room.
Tang Song crept to the bedside.
In that faint light he saw her long hair spilling on the pillow and the exposed, elegant line of her neck outside the blanket.
Her familiar scent filled the air.
Night, quiet, a sleeping female CEO, and this trespass only he knew about made his heart beat slightly faster.
He didn’t turn on the light.
He simply stood by the bed and watched her for a moment, then lifted the blanket and slid in without warning.
He embraced her tall, firm, warm, fragrant body.
“Ugh!”
Xie Shuyu made a short muffled sound and almost woke instantly.
Her body stiffened; she tried to cry out, but a hand gently covered her mouth.
Then she was flipped over and pinned into the pillow and mattress.
The sudden shock sent her heart racing.
She instinctively struggled, pushing back with her elbow and kicking her legs under the covers in a frantic attempt to push this intruder away.
But the next second, that familiar scent pressed over her—clean, fresh, with a hint of night breeze and dampness from a shower.
Her movements froze, and she immediately realized.
It was Tang Song, that bastard, again!
Her fear instantly transformed into endless shame and anger.
Sneaking into her room late at night like a thief and pinning her in such a humiliating, oppressive pose!
Absolutely outrageous.
Xie Shuyu was furious enough to bite.
“Mm—Tang Song! Let go! Mm—”
Muffled, she could only make inarticulate protests and continued to struggle wildly,
but against absolute physical dominance, the struggles were useless.
In the dark they could not fully see each other.
The quiet master bedroom filled with chaotic sounds.
Time passed—how long, she couldn’t tell.
The room eventually fell silent again, leaving only their interlaced breathing.
Tang Song rolled onto his back and let out a long exhale to calm his racing heart.
Tonight’s nonstop schedule had indeed been a bit exhausting.
At that moment, two crisp system notification tones sounded in his ear:
“Ding! Magical Little Raincoat durability has reached 0.”
“Ding! Little Raincoat has issued a special task: Warm Guy’s Spring Festival Challenge. Please go to the Mission Center to view.”
Tang Song paused slightly, then quickly realized.
At sea with a noblewoman, at the manor with a little maid on the return, this afternoon with the junior at the office, tonight with partner Gao at Yunding Mansion, and a midnight raid at Shengyuan Fine Neighborhood on the first night back—his durability had been completely depleted by nonstop sparks and lightning.
He wondered what odd task this meddlesome Little Raincoat, who loved drama, would issue this time.
Looking back at the previous tasks, none had been easy.
The Qixi chaos, the three jokers’ collision scene, and Lele and Fatty’s special training...
Tang Song lightly touched Xie Shuyu’s smooth, slender back.
He opened the system interface.
Entering the Mission Center, the new task details slowly appeared before him:
Special Task: Warm Guy’s Spring Festival Challenge
Task Content: The Little Raincoat, who has long fought on the front lines, has recently been physically and mentally exhausted and urgently needs more care, more warmth, and a little bit of entertaining programming that’s good enough to eat to.
After carefully reviewing your cheeky operations from this afternoon to late at night, the Little Raincoat highly recognizes your exceptional talent as a time-management warm guy.
Therefore, the Little Raincoat decided to give you a slightly more thrilling little test.
As the Spring Festival approaches, the Little Raincoat’s two favorite popular characters—“the Secretary” and “the Little Star”—have both arrived in Jing County. The tension between them is escalating, and the situation is on the verge of exploding.
On the day you return to Jing County, without notifying either of them in advance, have the Secretary and the Little Star come to the same room to meet you and remain together in the room for a full six hours.
Task Reward: Durability +50, Stamina +1, Physique +1
Note 1: Activities during the period can be freely arranged. Landlord moves, truth or dare, dressing games, scenario interactions, etc. are all recommended. The better the show effect and the more intense the scene, the happier the Little Raincoat will be, and the higher the final durability reward. If you over-complete the task, you will receive additional skill rewards.
Note 2: According to the latest intel the Little Raincoat eavesdropped on, the Little Star has been frequently picking on the Secretary. Although the Secretary outwardly restrains themself, inwardly they have clearly started secretly tallying accounts. The Little Raincoat strongly recommends arranging a high-quality offline PK as soon as possible.
Note 3: The Little Raincoat (2V≤) is already rolling on the floor laughing and is very much looking forward to your Spring Festival special performance as a time-management master!