Chapter 517

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of The Bund, the lights of the Magic City shattered into flowing gold upon the Huangpujiang.

The heavy armored door was pulled open.

"Click, click, click—" High heels tapped out a crisp sound.

"Ms. Mo." "Ms. Mo."

"Aunt Chen, Xiao Xi, good evening." Mo Xiang Wan stepped into the room with a faint smile on her face, carrying a bottle of chilled Dom Pérignon in her hand.

The nanny, Aunt Chen, and the assistant, Cheng Xiaoxi, bowed in flattered surprise.

One had to know, this CEO of Tang Zong Entertainment was always stern and humorless.

She always walked with a hurried, decisive air, and it was extremely rare to see her in this state.

"Where is Xiao Yu?" Mo Xiang Wan asked.

"On the terrace," Cheng Xiaoxi replied quickly.

"Mm, I'll go keep her company; you two carry on." Mo Xiang Wan patted Cheng Xiaoxi's shoulder affectionately and walked toward Su Yu's bedroom with a light step.

"Knock, knock, knock—" She knocked on the door first, and seeing no response, she pushed it open and entered directly.

Immediately, a burst of soft music drifted into her ears.

Su Yu stood barefoot on the soft wool carpet, her slender figure outlined by the moonlight in a hazy silver rim.

A violin was tucked beneath her long neck, the bow resting lightly on the strings, her fingertips pressing down, and the melody poured out like flowing water.

Mo Xiang Wan only heard the beginning before she recognized the piece—"La Vie en Rose."

Romantic, warm, elegant, and soothing. She watched Su Yu's back quietly, her eyes half-closed, as if she were standing on a street corner in France at dusk.

Cold water droplets gradually beaded on the champagne bottle in her hand, sliding down her fingertips and dripping onto the floor with a faint sound.

In her mind, Tang Song's embrace from tonight and his words kept surfacing.

The violin music gradually came to an end.

Su Yu put down the violin, turned around, and with a flick of the bow, her hair rose with the wind—beautiful and ironic, ethereal as a fairy.

"Sister Xiang Wan, you're back."

Mo Xiang Wan chuckled, said "Mm," placed the champagne on the island counter nearby, walked to the cabinet to take out two crystal glasses, and with a "pop" of the metallic foil, she deftly twisted off the cork, the bubbles frothing as they surged into the glasses.

"Happy?" Mo Xiang Wan asked with a raised eyebrow. "Happy, very happy." Su Yu raised the platinum ring on her ring finger, a faint scent of roses radiating from her body.

Mo Xiang Wan glanced at the ring and handed over the wine glass. "Worth celebrating. Congratulations."

"Thank you, Sister Xiang Wan." Su Yu took the glass, her fingertips deliberately brushing against the back of Mo Xiang Wan's hand, intimate like a feline confirming its territory.

This was one of her little habits, something she only did with her closest friends.

Over these years, the one who understood her best was this manager.

Because she cared too much, Su Yu was actually very afraid inside—afraid of Annie Kate causing trouble, afraid of Tang Song suddenly changing his mind.

Mo Xiang Wan had personally run to Overseas Chinese Town and accompanied Tang Song to visit the set, giving her immense peace of mind.

"Ding~~" The sound of crystal glasses clinking rang out.

As the cold champagne slid down her throat, Su Yu hummed a song, her steps like dancing, her dress moving with the wind, her fair thighs appearing and disappearing in the night, faintly marked with bright red hickeys.

"Why didn't you take off your makeup?" Mo Xiang Wan suddenly asked.

Su Yu tilted her head slightly, revealing a cunning smile: "My face and body are covered in his saliva and marks; I can't bear to shower, and even less can I bear to take off my makeup."

"()——" Mo Xiang Wan blinked, stunned: "You two did it?"

"That, we didn't." Su Yu shrugged, her long legs crossed. "The occasion wasn't right; it was a film set, after all. But he was very gentle."

She took a small sip of wine, the corners of her lips lifting slightly.

Tang Song's performance today had essentially pulled out the deepest thorn in her heart.

On her 2018 birthday, after the party ended, she had rushed to the hotel at the first opportunity, knocking on his door with a heart full of anticipation.

However, she was met only with calmness and indifference.

From that day on, he drifted further and further away from her.

Su Yu had doubted herself more than once, wondering if she had been treated this way because she had revealed her desire to "sleep with him."

For a woman, this was undoubtedly the greatest insult and blow.

From then on, she would cry every time her birthday came around; every time she dreamed of that day's scene, she would wake up in a fright.

It was also because of this that she felt incomparably pained when she learned Tang Song had Zhao Yaqian and Wen Ruan.

But today, the meticulously arranged venue, his proposal, his passionate kisses, his possessiveness—all of this finally allowed her to let go.

"Ding ding ding~~"

The crisp sound of glass clinking rang out from time to time as the two women drank and chatted.

Mo Xiang Wan sank into the sofa, leaning closely against Su Yu, her suit jacket lost somewhere, her shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

The amber liquid reflected their silhouettes—one elegant as an orchid, the other cold as a frost-covered moon.

The atmosphere became increasingly pleasant.

By the end, both were slightly tipsy.

"Por una Cabeza" began playing on the speakers, and Su Yu pulled Mo Xiang Wan up to dance gracefully around the room.

As the night deepened, the two lay on the sofa.

Mo Xiang Wan looked at her intoxicated face and couldn't help but remind her: "You seem to have been acting a bit too impulsive and willful these past three days; this is quite different from the impression you've left on him in the past."

"Hehe." Su Yu shook her head and chuckled, "Sister Xiang Wan, do you remember what he said a year ago? 'When I return, I hope you show me the real you.'"

A look of reverie appeared in Mo Xiang Wan's eyes as she whispered the repetition: "He said—'When I return, I hope you show me the real you.'"

"Mm, you haven't had much contact with him, so you might not understand." Su Yu stood up, gazing at the darkening sky outside the window. "To Tang Song, or rather, to us, it's like playing a meticulously designed game. He arranges the script for us and sets the growth path—but he has never treated us as his equals."

The wine glass in Mo Xiang Wan's hand tilted involuntarily.

Su Yu suddenly turned around, the light outlining the perfect contours of her side profile. "I used to follow the plans he made for me, not daring to overstep a single step, fearing I'd make him unhappy."

"But do you know? For a player, the most interesting thing is actually—us, the game characters, slowly awakening our own will and jumping out of his lock."

She leaned over and whispered in Mo Xiang Wan's ear: "So, now, I want him to see the real me, and I also want more of him."

"Xiao Yu!" Mo Xiang Wan's lips trembled, the tipsiness dissipating by more than half. "Don't be impulsive!"

She knew Su Yu too well.

Although she was the most obedient "canary" and love-struck fool in front of Tang Song, in reality, she had managed to reach the top of the Chinese entertainment industry and personally founded companies like Ju Xing Hui Cui and Su Tang Investment.

Su Yu's methods, temperament, talent, and intelligence were all top-tier.

Based on her years of grievances with Jin Dongshi, if not for Tang Song's restraint, it would be hard to guarantee what impulsive things she might do.

For example... announcing the proposal on Weibo.

To Jin Dongshi, this was touching a raw nerve.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid; I just want to provoke her a little bit." Su Yu rested her chin on Mo Xiang Wan's shoulder.

Her breath was sweet and astringent with champagne, her voice playful and intoxicated. "Besides, we're all Tang Song's women; who is nobler than whom?"

"I don't believe she doesn't talk trash in bed, or that she doesn't call him 'Daddy.' Hahaha."

Following this, she began telling Mo Xiang Wan about the "little secret" Wen Ruan had mentioned earlier.

The reason she dared to use profanity in front of Tang Song, such as "fuck" or "damn it," was because she had been influenced by Wen Ruan.

Anyway, if Tang Song really were to hold her accountable, she would just say Wen Ruan taught her.

As a superstar and best actress with super-high emotional intelligence, Su Yu could be anything Tang Song liked.

Even if he wanted to see Jin Meixiao, she could dress up like her and learn to be seven or eight parts similar.

The floor-to-ceiling window was open, and the night breeze, carrying the damp scent of the Huangpujiang, brushed gently past.

Mo Xiang Wan listened to Su Yu's words, her entire being left in disarray by the wind.

She never expected that the cold and god-like Tang Zong would have such a side.

Her filter shattered, her earlobes turned a faint red, and her thoughts were scattered in the night.

The night was deep, and Tang Song fell into a peculiar dream.

In the dream, he stood in the center of an empty concert hall, an ancient violin appearing out of thin air in his hand.

When the bow first touched the strings, it emitted a harsh noise, and even the simplest scales were played in a fragmented mess.

Day after day, he practiced basic fingering, blood blisters forming on his left fingertips, his right forearm aching from long hours of bowing.

Gradually, the raw sawing sound began to have the shadow of a melody.

The flow of time in the dream was abnormally slow.

"Hohmann Etudes," "24 Caprices," "Tzigane Rhapsody"...

Thick calluses formed on the four fingers of his left hand, and his right-hand muscles formed perfect bowing memory.

Every note could precisely convey the emotion he wanted to express.

October 7, 2023, Saturday, rain, 17~22°C.

At 7:00 AM, the Magic City was shrouded in a dense curtain of rain.

Tang Song's consciousness slowly awakened; the first thing he felt was a swelling in his brain, filled with a lot of violin-related knowledge and instincts.

Immediately after, a rich, fragrant scent drifted to his nose—it was Annie's scent.

He frowned, opened his eyes, and in the dim light, he vaguely saw golden hair, fair skin, and three-dimensional facial features.

The "foreign mare" had snuck into his room at some point, her 178cm slender body pressed completely against his, one leg resting across his abs, her golden hair scattered messily across his pillow.

His hands were currently bound in front of him by one of his ties.

Tang Song's sleepiness vanished instantly.

After returning last night, he had been immersed in the lingering warmth of filming with Su Yu, and needing to use 【Su Yu's Soul Praise】 to adjust his state, he had gone straight back to his room to rest.

Annie clearly still had some rebellious psychology regarding his "horse taming" in the morning and lacked her usual enthusiasm.

He never expected her to launch a surprise attack, sneaking into his bed while he was off guard and binding his hands while he was immersed in his dream.

Tang Song tried to move, finding it bound quite tightly.

"Click—" The bedside lamp suddenly lit up.

"Mm-hmm~" A light hum with a nasal tone echoed in the dim room, and Annie's long leg resting across Tang Song's abs suddenly tightened, her calf brushing against his mermaid line.

Tang Song turned his head and saw the "foreign mare" wearing a camisole and ultra-short shorts.

She propped herself up like a satisfied feline, the silk straps slipping off her shoulders to reveal a large expanse of skin plated in honey-colored light.

Her collarbone lines were beautiful and smooth, her fair and deep chest rising and falling slightly.

Her amber-like blue eyes were half-open and half-closed, her gaze hazy yet revealing a hint of provocation, radiating an indescribable sexual tension.

An American accent with sleepiness sounded in his ear: "Good morning, my dear BOSS. Oh, you slept so soundly last night, like a defenseless little pig. Maybe you were too tired? But as your 'best friend,' of course, I wouldn't disturb your cute sleep. So, shouldn't you show me some gratitude?"

As she spoke, Annie's fingers stroked his abs.

Tang Song hissed, frowning: "I remember locking the door last night."

"Oh, all the keys to this house are with me; I go wherever I want." She shook her body triumphantly.

Tang Song's gaze was involuntarily drawn over, his breathing suddenly becoming a bit rapid. "Annie, entering someone else's room without permission is a very bad habit."

Noticing his reaction, a hint of cunning flashed in Annie's eyes, her tongue tip lightly licking her lips, her movements slow and full of provocation.

Her arm moved slightly, the silk strap slipping again to reveal more alluring skin, as if it would break free from its restraints in the next second.

Holy shit!

Tang Song's eyes widened a bit.

Annie laughed even more happily, leaning close to him like a feline that had captured its prey, rising to wrap her arms around his neck.

Her husky American accent was like a feather brushing against his eardrum: "Song, don't hide it; you're just captivated by me, right? Tell me, who is the sexiest and most charming woman in this world?"

Tang Song's throat moved, his tone serious: "Untie me!"

"No, no, no~" Annie's blue eyes half-squinted, lazy and provocative. "You can't command me. If you want me to untie you, then—"

She extended a slender finger, pinching Tang Song's chin, her voice low and magnetic: "Answer me, who are you most obsessed with?"

The "foreign mare" was clearly seducing him, attempting to conquer him in this way.

Just at this moment.

A crisp system notification sound suddenly rang in Tang Song's ear.

"Ding! You have triggered the character interaction task 【Conquer Annie】; please go to the 【Task Center】 to view it."

Another "character interaction task," the same type as the 【Visit and Cameo】 he had just completed.

However, because he had already unlocked 【Consultant - Annie】, he didn't need to use a 【Character Interaction Card】; as long as the atmosphere was right, he could trigger the relevant task.

In fact, this type of task was very common in the game.

View task information.

【Task Content: Annie Kate has an "American Top Alpha" personality, accustomed to controlling the initiative and conquering. However, as the player, controlling characters is the most basic ability. In your future interactions, try to conquer "Consultant - Annie Kate," dismantle her desire for control, and make her voluntarily acknowledge your absolute dominant position.】

【Task Reward: Charm +1; Stamina +3; Tang Song's Belt *1】

View item details.

【Tang Song's Belt】: The classic black belt worn by the player "Tang Song," made of top-quality leather, possessing both excellent binding power and flexibility, while also capable of exerting unexpected effects in specific scenarios. (Physique +1, Agility +1)

【Note: The significance of a belt is never just for decoration; it can also tame those restless "horses."】

After reading the task introduction and rewards, Tang Song's eyes instantly sparkled.

Good guy! A big job has come!

One task, and the rewards simultaneously include "Charm Value," "Attribute Points," and a "Special Item."

This was enough to show the importance and difficulty of the task, and it wasn't something that could be completed in a day or two.

In fact, as an heiress to an American financial conglomerate, Annie Kate was far from as simple as she appeared on the surface.

Even the former "Player Tang Song" had only suppressed her, not "tamed" her.

Of course, that was because "Player Tang Song" didn't have much emotion and wouldn't have this kind of desire for the "foreign mare."

With his ability and dominance, he didn't need to care about Annie's feelings, as long as he obtained the dominant power over her resources and connections. But now, returning to reality, Tang Song's personality had changed.

Having lost the suppression of "Player Tang Song," Annie was very likely to develop a desire for dominance, which might even affect his business layout in the future.

Just as Tang Song was deep in thought, Annie suddenly exerted force, her agile body leaping up like a leopard, sitting directly on top of him.

Relying on her excellent core strength, she pinned Tang Song firmly beneath her, her movements decisive and full of aggression.

In the light, her golden hair was like flowing silk, scattered on both sides of her cheeks with her movements.

The camisole swung open in an astonishing arc due to the intense movement.

"Answer me!" She pressed down hard on Tang Song, her nails lightly scratching his collarbone.

It was itchy and numb.

"Mira (Secretary Jin)." Tang Song took a deep breath, gazing hotly at the "foreign mare" before him, an infinite desire for conquest erupting in his eyes.

Hearing this name, Annie's expression stiffened for a moment, a hint of imperceptible fear flashing in the depths of her eyes.

From the bottom of her heart, her feelings for Mira were deeper than those for Tang Song.

The two had known each other since college, and at that time, she had held strong curiosity and intentions toward this proud daughter of heaven from China, even wanting to conquer her at one point.

Over these ten years, the emotions between them had gradually deepened, complex beyond description.

If she had any hesitation toward Tang Song, it was probably the fear that Mira would turn against her because of it.

However, just as she was briefly distracted, the muscles in Tang Song's arms bulged, and he exerted force violently.

"Pfft—" The tie binding him was torn away directly.

Immediately after, he rolled over quickly, Annie's lower back hitting the soft headboard.

"Damn it!" She gasped, bending her legs to knee his abs, but Tang Song anticipated it in advance and pinned them down with his knees.

"Don't even think about running!" Tang Song roared, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

"No! Wait—" In her panic, Annie kicked the bedside table, the muffled sound of the lamp toppling over.

Tang Song used his other hand to pick up the tie that had just fallen, skillfully wrapping it around her wrists and tying a dead knot.

After yesterday's task with Su Yu, his physique and stamina were now both around 80 points, his physical fitness strong to an outrageous degree, but he had never exploded with full force before.

Even a fitness expert and "foreign mare" with abs was still far from being his match.

Annie struggled a few times, finding she couldn't break free, and instead laughed even more arrogantly: "Never bring a lass to a dragon fight."

"Never bring a lass to a dragon fight."

Her voice was filled with provocation and playfulness; clearly, she didn't think she had lost.

Seeing the "foreign mare's" appearance, Tang Song raised his eyebrows slightly.

A crisp, loud slapping sound rang out.

Annie gasped, ashamed and unwilling: "What are you doing!"

"How should you address me?" Tang Song leaned down close to her.

Annie suddenly lowered her head, her canine teeth biting down hard on his shoulder, threatening indistinctly: "Let me go!"

Feeling the pain on his shoulder, Tang Song hissed, his left hand gripping her head, his right hand suddenly pinching her waist, and amidst Annie's startled gasp, he hugged her and turned her 180 degrees.

"Thump!" The "foreign mare" was pressed heavily into the down quilt, her hands still bound, her thighs firmly pinned by Tang Song's knees, unable to move.

Because the movement was too intense, the corner of Annie's lip, which he had bitten yesterday, bled again.

Tang Song wiped away the crimson dot with his thumb, smearing it on her fair cheek, and leaned down to whisper in her ear: "Listen, Annie, your courage is indeed impressive. But you have to understand one thing: only I can conquer you!"

"Conquer me?" Annie raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me, what exactly is this so-called 'conquest'? Is it this kind of rough suppression you're using now, or something deeper? If it's the former, then sorry, it only makes me more excited. Besides, your reaction is very strong; it seems you've already been conquered by my charm! Don't deny it!"

Tang Song looked at the proud and wild Annie and took a deep breath.

He began to apply the knowledge he had learned from his girlfriend, Xiao Jing, to Annie without any changes.

The crisp sound echoed in the room.

Unfortunately, the "foreign mare" wouldn't say "sumimasen," just gritting her teeth and talking back to him.

"Pfft, the technique is not bad, but in my opinion, this is just child's play."

"So you like playing this kind of game; I'm going to tell Jin about this."

"Ah—"

After a while.

"Oh! Damn it, what are you doing? Wait!" Annie began to struggle frantically.

Blood.