Chapter 515: Taming the Horse

As Cheng Qiuqiu's words were shouted out.

In the air, the smell of disinfectant suddenly became strong, and on all the ward doors, the door number 509 was posted.

Cheng Qiuqiu stood up and ran over quickly.

"Bang—" the two collided heavily, Tang Song felt the coldness and trembling.

Tang Song patted her thin back and comforted her softly: "Cheng Qiuqiu is not afraid, it's okay, Dad is here."

Through the 【Dream Flower Seed】, Tang Song could clearly feel her incomparable panic and fear.

Compared to the last time, it was dozens of times more serious.

The whole person was swallowed by nightmares.

Because she lost her father at a young age, plus Grandma told her since childhood how powerful and good her father was, Cheng Qiuqiu's heart was actually very eager for "fatherly love," which is why she subconsciously fantasized herself into this dependency she had never possessed.

Tears soaked Tang Song's clothes, the Cheng Qiuqiu in his arms cried louder and louder, snot and tears everywhere, still muttering something.

At this time, she was far less silent and icy than in reality.

After a long while, the crying gradually stopped.

Tang Song put his hands on her thin shoulders, squatted down slightly, and looked at her levelly.

His gaze was gentle and firm, "Don't be afraid Cheng Qiuqiu, tell me what happened? I will protect you."

His words, accompanied by the warm breath emitted by the 【Dream Flower Seed】 on his body, gradually drove away the fear in Cheng Qiuqiu's eyes.

She pointed to a ward deep in the corridor tremblingly, sobbing: "Grandma is inside... The doctor said she needs surgery,

but Uncle, Mom, and the others refuse to sign, and said the treatment fee is too expensive—Yesterday the nurse came to urge payment, saying if we don't pay, we can only stop the medicine—"

A stack of payment slips suddenly appeared in her hand, which she gripped tightly, her fingers turning white.

Tang Song took the payment slips and found that they were all arithmetic problems.

On the arithmetic problems were written her daily living expenses, savings, picking up waste... Immediately after, Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly took out a handful of money from her school uniform pocket, including rolled-edge banknotes, rusty coins, and even a few pieces of fruit candy.

"This is... all the money I saved, a total of only 621.5 yuan... but Grandma needs 150,000 to 200,000..."

"Mom said before—if I ranked in the top ten, she would satisfy one of my wishes, but I ranked fifth, and she still refused to pay..."

"Dad, please help me, I don't want to lose Grandma—Grandma—"

Her voice was so choked that she could hardly speak.

"Look into my eyes." Tang Song gently lifted her chin, wiped the tears from her face lightly, and said word by word: "Dad has money,

has lots and lots of money, everything will get better."

"Thank you, Dad." Cheng Qiuqiu threw herself into his arms again and hugged him tightly.

The scene around them suddenly changed.

The original dilapidated hospital corridor gradually dissipated, replaced by a dim little room.

The air was filled with a damp breath, and the walls were covered with various bills and medical notices.

Several black shadows were either sitting or standing, their voices harsh and incomparable:

"Even if the surgery is successful, it's not certain she will be cured. What if she becomes a vegetable? Take turns taking care of her? My child has to take the college entrance exam!"

"Anyway, I don't have time, I have to watch the shop, and take care of Cheng Qiuqiu."

"Don't toss around, look, this money spent is like throwing it into the water."

"Better to take her home, it's more decent to go."

"If I had this disease, rather than suffering like this, I'd rather go quietly..."

They talked one after another, shirking responsibility, which also made Tang Song understand the ins and outs of the matter.

Cheng Qiuqiu's grandmother had a stroke, which is commonly known as a stroke, a sudden rupture or blockage of cerebral blood vessels leading to large-area brain damage.

Currently, she had fallen into a coma, and even if the surgery went well, it might be accompanied by serious sequelae, such as paralysis, etc.

By then, she would need long-term nursing and care, and even if they took turns, it would be a big burden for each family.

This was the thing they were truly worried about and afraid of.

Listening to their discussion, Cheng Qiuqiu beside him began to tremble again, neurotically biting her fingernails.

Tang Song hurriedly wrapped his arms around her shoulders and shouted loudly: "Shut up!"

As his voice fell, the entire space suddenly fell silent.

Warm lights suddenly lit up in the room, and several black shadows gradually dissipated.

Tang Song tore off the payment slips on the wall, held Cheng Qiuqiu's tear-stained face, his gaze like a torch but as gentle as water, and said word by word: "Don't be afraid, Dad is here. If others don't care about Grandma, Dad will; if others don't care about Cheng Qiuqiu, I will."

This sentence was like a dawn, instantly dispelling the haze that had been pressing on Cheng Qiuqiu's heart for a long time.

The tears on her face disappeared miraculously, and she widened her eyes and looked at him blankly.

Tang Song waved his hand, and the scene around them changed again.

The two appeared at the entrance of the ICU ward.

Tang Song took Cheng Qiuqiu to the nurse station, and a bank card appeared in his hand, "This is the full treatment fee for the patient, please settle it immediately and prepare the transfer procedures."

Paid the bill decisively.

"Tap-tap-tap—" crisp footsteps rang out.

A tall and fit figure wearing a uniform walked over, her tone gentle: "Tang Zong, we have already contacted the best hospital and mobilized a team of neurosurgery experts for consultation."

"Okay." Tang Song turned to look at Cheng Qiuqiu, "Don't worry, I have already arranged it. Next, we will send Grandma to a better place for treatment, where there are the world's best doctors and equipment."

Cheng Qiuqiu nodded blankly and grabbed Tang Song's arm tightly.

Immediately after, the scene changed again.

They appeared in a spacious and bright big hospital, and a team of experienced medical staff surrounded them, beginning to formulate a surgical plan.

Outside the operating room, the red warning light flickered non-stop.

The door opened, and the chief surgeon took off his mask, revealing a tired but relieved smile: "The surgery was very successful, although observation is still needed after recovery, the patient's vital signs have stabilized. If the recovery goes well, she may be able to return to normal life in the future."

Hearing this news, Cheng Qiuqiu jumped up excitedly, threw herself into Tang Song's arms, and cried bitterly.

Inside the operating room, a faint, old but vigorous voice came: "Qiu girl should be like a camellia, blooming red and bright even in winter."

The 【Dream Flower Seedling】 emitted a faint light, its branches stretching and expanding outward, faintly revealing the appearance of a camellia.

October 6, 2023, Friday.

Early morning, the sky was slightly bright.

"Thank you, Dad..." a murmur rang out in the room.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes trembling lightly, as if still lingering in the warmth of the dream.

She rubbed her temples, trying to pull herself out of the dream,

But that familiar and kind figure, that low but gentle sentence, seemed to still be echoing in her ears.

Lifted the quilt and sat up, looking around, only weak morning light drilled through the curtain gaps and spilled on the bed sheet, reflecting fine light and shadows.

A look of loss appeared on her face, as if she had forgotten something very important.

After a while, the unique coolness of early autumn in the air slowly pulled her back to reality.

"Hmm~~" Cheng Qiuqiu stretched comfortably and walked to the window, pulling open the heavy curtains.

＿￠o

A ray of soft morning light poured in instantly, dispelling the last trace of haze in the room.

Outside the window, the city had just awakened. Cheng Qiuqiu looked at the horizon gradually turning white in the distance, only feeling unprecedented relaxation in her heart.

A smile bloomed on her face uncontrollably.

Just at this moment, she seemed to think of something and ran to the bedside quickly.

Picked up the phone and lit up the screen.

Immediately after, an unread message jumped out.

【Tang Song: "(_) Good morning, Cheng Qiuqiu."】

"Thump, thump—" her heartbeat suddenly began to accelerate. He took the initiative to send her a message again, and it was obviously the first thing he did after waking up, and he even used such a cute emoticon.

A kind of secret joy, excitement, mixed with expectation welled up in her heart.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lower lip hard, her fingers tapping the screen.

The text in the dialogue box was typed and deleted, and after a full dozen times, only a short reply remained: "(·w·) Good morning, Tang Song, have you eaten?"

The moment the message was sent, the tips of her ears turned red.

After a while, there was no message received for a long time, and she

The moment the message was sent, the tips of her ears turned red.

After a while, having received no reply, she began to worry if the internet connection was bad.

She switched from WiFi to mobile data, and swapped her telecom SIM card for a mobile one.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

【Tang Song: "Not yet, it's only past 6 o'clock. I'm still working out. Did you sleep well last night? The weather is getting colder, remember to exercise more and don't get sick."】

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu read this message over and over again with great seriousness, then suddenly pressed her phone against her chest and curled up inside her quilt.

Every word was like a piece of candy, making her heart tingle with sweetness.

He really cares about me!

He... why is he so nice today!

What can I do for him?

"Tap, tap, tap—" The sound of fingers tapping on the screen echoed continuously from inside the quilt.

After chatting simply for a few minutes.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly threw off the quilt, got out of bed, sat down in front of the computer, and opened the design software.

Currently, the senior is still in Wushan, and through the joint efforts of He He Yiyi and her, Songmei Apparel has ushered in its second explosion.

The branding of 【HEYISTUDIO】 is accelerating.

She must produce the finished product as soon as possible.

She absolutely cannot let him down!

Above her head, the 【Dream Flower Seedling】 swayed gently, casting a faint green glow.

Endless inspiration and ideas surged into Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's mind instantly.

Her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her fingers danced on the digital tablet.

The design drafts for the new 【HEYISTUDIO】 collection took shape at an astonishing speed.

"Hoo, hoo—" Tang Song put down the barbell in his hands, panting heavily.

The 【Infinite Vitality】 set he was wearing was already soaked through.

Fortunately, with the special effect bonus, the breathability was excellent, keeping his body feeling fresh at all times.

Feeling the vigorous strength in his muscles, a huge sense of accomplishment welled up in his heart. Now, his physical fitness was no less than that of a professional athlete; his explosive power and endurance were both very strong.

After resting on the floor for a while, Tang Song slowly sat up.

Recalling the scenes from last night, he felt a deep sense of pity for that designer friend.

Cheng Qiuqiu's background and experiences were indeed pitiful; this was likely the main reason she had grown into her current personality and the root cause of her psychological issues.

He hoped the 【Dream Flower Seed】 could heal her and allow her to complete her transformation.

He stretched his body in the gym.

He wiped off his sweat with a towel and drank a few mouthfuls of mineral water.

Tang Song stepped lightly into the elevator and went straight to the 2nd floor.

Just as he reached the entrance of the hallway, he saw a tall, fit figure. Annie was leaning against the wall, wearing a silk camisole nightgown that stopped just mid-thigh, revealing her long, fair legs.

She seemed to have just woken up, her face showing fatigue, her blonde hair draped casually over her shoulders, her light-colored eyes not yet fully open.

As he got closer, Tang Song's breath hitched.

The material of Annie's nightgown was thin and transparent, faintly revealing the undulating contours underneath in the morning light.

The thing was, she wasn't wearing a bra.

He had to say, this habit was truly excellent.

Hearing Tang Song's footsteps, Annie looked up and waved, "Good morning, my dear."

Her voice was lazy and sweet, carrying a hint of deliberately lowered magnetism.

Tang Song stopped in front of her and laughed: "Good morning, Annie. Why are you up so early today?"

Jet lag was a very painful thing; it was clear her state was still poor, as she had been sleeping until nearly 10 o'clock every day.

"Today is my third day back, so I can almost wake up normally. Hmm—" Annie deliberately drew out her tone, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth, "I originally wanted to ask what you were having for breakfast, but seeing you like this, I suddenly feel like I can do something else first."

After she finished speaking, she took a step toward him, every movement filled with an aggressive aesthetic.

The scent of shower gel wafted toward him, mixed with her unique aura of confidence.

Annie wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft chest pressing against his arm, bringing a warm sense of reality.

As their eyes met, Tang Song felt a current-like sensation spreading from his chest, his heartbeat involuntarily quickening.

This "big foreign mare" was a very standard white beauty.

High cranial top, big eyes, cold fair skin.

Her features were bold, with full lips and a straight nose.

Embedded in her small, full face, it gave people a sense of brilliance that was hard to ignore.

Tang Song let out a light breath and patted her back, "Alright Annie, stop messing around. I just finished exercising and need to take a shower."

The main reason was that Mo Sister Xiang Wan's bedroom was not far away, and he was worried about being caught in the act.

"Oh? But I think you're very charming right now." Annie tilted her head, her lips brushing against his skin, which was glistening with sweat, her voice low and tinged with a hint of playfulness: "Oh my god, your skin tastes like

sunlight, it's simply addictive."

Immediately after, when her hand reached inside Tang Song's clothes, it was as if she had suddenly discovered a great secret.

Her eyes widened instantly, her tone so exaggerated it was almost a scream: "My god! I'm going crazy! These abs should have their own fan club!"

"Wow, I never imagined your physique would be this exaggeratedly good; it's as flawless as a Greek sculpture!"

"Darling, you really are a treasure boy."

Her movements were bold and direct, her voice filled with excitement and provocation.

Tang Song, who was at his physical peak and had been teased by Su Yu for two days, could no longer hold back and reached out to hug the foreign beauty.

He touched her rounded, full buttocks behind her, feeling her heat and fullness through the thin layer of silk-textured nightgown.

A sense of indescribable satisfaction welled up in his heart.

He had to say, the foreign beauty's figure was truly great; her hip circumference was about the same as Wen Wen Ruan's, though the touch was slightly different.

A moment later, Annie suddenly stepped back, a victorious smile lifting the corners of her lips.

"Your body is much more honest than your mouth, Song, you're really energetic. Now, I've won, right? Want more? You just need to surrender to me."

As she spoke, she crossed her arms, the silk fabric straining to reveal a breathtaking indentation at her chest.

Tang Song raised an eyebrow, suddenly stepped forward, pinning Annie against the wooden door, and ran his hand over the contours of her abs,

continuing upward.

Annie gasped, her eyes widening slightly.

Tang Song felt her heartbeat intently and kissed her without warning.

This kiss was brief but intense, carrying an irresistible aggression and a deep sense of conquest.

He had seen Annie's information file in the game.

He remembered the system's evaluation was that she belonged to the 【Top-tier American Alpha】 personality type.

In the ABO worldview, Alphas are natural leaders and rulers, possessing powerful abilities and social status.

Her bones were carved with a desire for control, and her blood flowed with a mixture of flamboyance and excitement.

She possessed an extremely strong desire for conquest and an adventurous spirit.

In the past, Annie was more concerned with the "feeling of conquest" rather than a fixed gender, which was why she had developed an interest in women.

However, now, her target had clearly become him, especially after discovering that his personality had become gentle and approachable, she had started to become increasingly bold.

Attempting to conquer him.

As a Chinese man, Tang Song possessed a deep sense of national pride and naturally would not tolerate any "foreign mare reversing the heavens."

After all, there had only ever been people riding horses; where was the logic in a horse riding a person?

Their lips parted.

Tang Song's thumb brushed over her slightly damp corner of the mouth, then he casually pinched her cheek, his tone carrying an unquestionable command: "Go prepare breakfast, I'll be down in ten minutes."

Their eyes met, and Annie's clear blue eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice trailing off: "Oh?"

Tang Song looked straight into her eyes, his gaze gradually becoming sharp and cold.

His aura also shifted at this moment, becoming full of oppression.

After a full half-minute of confrontation.

Annie finally backed down.

It was just that the oppression the former Tang Song had brought her was too strong; even her father, Krell, was very respectful and fearful of him.

It was because of this that, upon discovering his personality had softened, the desire to tear open his gentle facade, force out his true nature, and conquer him had almost become her latest addiction.

But looking at it now, it still wasn't quite working.

Annie licked the corner of her lip that Tang Song had bitten, and smiled charmingly: "As you wish, my... temporary master?"

Her tone carried a hint of questioning and defiance, and as she turned to leave, her fingers lightly brushed over Tang Song's abs.

It was clear the foreign beauty was only admitting defeat on the surface; deep down, she was still unconvinced.

Watching her sexy back and ruminating on her words, Tang Song's heart raced.

This feeling was like playing a dangerous and exciting "horse-taming game."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Song walked into the bedroom to take a shower.

There were more important things ahead that deserved his attention.

That was the third guest scene he was to film with Su Yu in the afternoon—the proposal.

Today was already the third day, and also the last day of interaction and exchange with the female star.

He hoped to bring it to a perfect conclusion.

Approaching noon.

16th floor of the Times Financial Center, Hengyue Investment Management Co., Ltd.

Sun Sun Jiayue stared at the Excel spreadsheet on the computer screen, her fingers tapping on the keyboard from time to time.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—" The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

【Xu Xu Pengyuan】

Sun Sun Jiayue immediately answered the phone and said softly: "Hello, Xu Pengyuan, are you here?"

"Yeah, I'm already downstairs at your company, we should get going."

"Okay! Give me 3 minutes! Bye."

Hanging up the phone, Sun Sun Jiayue quickly saved the file, picked up the briefcase she had prepared long ago, and walked out.

During the thirty seconds the elevator was descending, she straightened her suit collar in the mirror, feeling a bit nervous.

She was currently facing serious performance issues, and Xu Xu Pengyuan, as her good friend and crush, was very concerned.

Xu Xu Pengyuan currently worked at a medium-sized family office, engaged in risk control and compliance work.

However, the financial products their company mainly dealt with were Hong Kong insurance and US dollar fund products.

So he couldn't directly help her improve her performance, but his network resources were much richer than Sun Sun Jiayue's.

The person they were meeting today was the target LP Xu Xu Pengyuan had helped her contact through his family office connections. It was said that the family was a "new money" family from Ningbo that had transitioned from industrial manufacturing to investment, and they were also clients of their family office.

"Ding—" The elevator door opened slowly.

Sun Sun Jiayue walked quickly out of the office building's main entrance; in the temporary parking area, a Tesla was flashing its hazard lights.

She pulled open the passenger door and got in, seeing Xu Xu Pengyuan dressed formally.

Wearing a well-tailored suit, his hair carefully styled with hair gel, he looked capable and spirited.

A smile appeared on her face, and she greeted him sweetly.

The Tesla started slowly and merged into the traffic.

Seeing Sun Sun Jiayue was a bit nervous, Xu Xu Pengyuan turned his head to comfort her: "Don't be nervous, the other party and I have a very good relationship. He just came to the Magic City to develop recently and is particularly interested in hard technology. I heard your company is raising a tech fund, so he basically took the initiative to ask to see you."

"Yeah, I understand, thanks Xu Pengyuan." Sun Sun Jiayue nodded and took another deep breath, trying to relax.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in a parking lot.

The two got out and walked into a Chinese restaurant by the road.

Following the waiter to the third floor, they pushed open the private room door, and a figure came into view.

About 30 years old, dressed in casual fashion, he was fiddling with the latest Vertu phone in his hand.

His temperament was both casual and noble, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist shone with a low-key luster under the lights.

Xu Xu Pengyuan said enthusiastically: "Let me introduce you, this is Sun Sun Jiayue from Hengyue Investment, and also my good friend. Sun Jiayue,

this is Liu Jing, Brother Liu, whom I've mentioned to you several times."

Sun Sun Jiayue quickly stood straight, bowed, and said: "Good noon, Brother Liu, it's an honor to meet you."

"Alright, don't be so formal, sit down, let's eat and chat." Liu Jing waved his hand, his tone relaxed and casual.

"Okay, thank you Brother Liu."

After Sun Sun Jiayue sat down, Xu Xu Pengyuan naturally took the teapot to pour tea for the two of them.

After exchanging pleasantries, they were considered acquainted.

Soon, the food was served one after another.

During the meal, Sun Sun Jiayue displayed the maturity and wisdom of a professional woman, skillfully guiding the conversation to revolve around the areas Liu Jing was interested in.

As the conversation deepened, the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

Liu Jing put down his chopsticks, looked at Sun Sun Jiayue, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly: "I heard you are preparing a tech fund? I am very interested in the semiconductor field."

Sun Sun Jiayue took out the carefully prepared materials from her briefcase and handed them over: "Yes, we mainly focus on hard tech companies in the Pre-IPO stage; this is our investment strategy and past cases."

Liu Jing flipped through them casually, asking a few questions from time to time.

This made Sun Sun Jiayue even more pleasantly surprised; the other party not only had the intention to invest but also had a certain understanding of the relevant knowledge.

Plus, Xu Xu Pengyuan's relationship with the other party was indeed good, and the three of them chatted more and more congenially, making the atmosphere even more relaxed.

When the meal was half finished.

Liu Jing suddenly raised his eyebrows and asked: "I heard from Xu Pengyuan that you are going to attend the 'Investor's Night' event in two days?

Are you trying to develop fundraising clients?"

"Yeah, the scale of this event is not small, the entire Yangtze River Delta is involved, I want to go and expand my network," Sun Sun Jiayue answered truthfully.

Liu Jing tapped his fingers lightly on the table, a playful smile appearing on his face: "How about this, I just arrived in the Magic City and was planning to get to know some friends in the investment circle, so I'll accompany you to this event and pretend to be an 'investment newcomer' along the way. Haha, I heard about this from Xu Pengyuan, it's quite interesting."

Xu Xu Pengyuan quickly echoed: "That's great! But Brother Liu, if you go, it won't be pretending, you'll definitely be a newcomer!"

He had previously heard Zhang Nuo mention that Sun Sun Jiayue had a high school classmate who would accompany her, and even said the other party was a super handsome guy.

This kind of news made him feel somewhat uncomfortable, which was one of the reasons he had specifically arranged this meeting today.

Sun Sun Jiayue's chopsticks paused in mid-air, her expression changing complexly.

Such high-end gatherings were usually by invitation only, and she only had two invitations on hand, which were applied for in the company's name.

She had previously promised Tang Song to take him to experience it.

But now, the opportunity in front of her was clearly more stable; Liu Jing not only really had the intention to invest but could also bring more resources.

But it seemed a bit too dishonest toward Tang Song.

Sun Sun Jiayue deliberated her wording: "It's like this, the invitations I have on hand are limited, I previously promised..."

"Sun Jiayue!" Xu Xu Pengyuan touched her knee under the table, his eyes carrying a clear hint.

"Oh?" Liu Jing laughed: "Is it inconvenient?"

Facing the gazes of the two, Sun Sun Jiayue struggled internally for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and said: "It's convenient, I was just afraid of troubling Brother Liu."

"Haha, you're too polite, we're all friends, and I'll be developing in the Magic City in the future anyway." Liu Jing smiled and raised his teacup, "Come, let's have a toast."

"Thank you Brother Liu." "Thank you Brother Liu."

"Ding—" A crisp clinking sound rang out.

Sun Sun Jiayue took a sip of tea, but Tang Song's eyes, which had seemed exceptionally deep in the river breeze, unconsciously surfaced in her mind, and she felt inexplicably irritable.