Chapter 536: Shen Yu Yan: Luna, Let

Anne Kate stepped gracefully into the living room, her golden hair glimmering softly under the lights, radiating an undeniable sense of authority.

Her gaze held curiosity, astonishment, and a hint of defiance.

She seemed to be evaluating just how she could be so "powerful."

How could she pin Tang Song down and grind against him while playing basketball?

In June, when Su Yu held a concert in Yancheng, to prevent that female star from truly losing control,

Jin Mi Shu specially arranged for her to fly to Yancheng and share Tang Song's apartment with Su Yu and Mo Mo Sister Xiang Wan.

It was then that she first met Tang Song's then "rumored girlfriend," Wen Wen Ruan.

Now, seeing her again, compared to their hasty farewell last time, Wen Wen Ruan was even more alluring, exuding a potent feminine charm.

The greatest change was in her skin and demeanor—her complexion was smooth and luminous, her posture composed and elegant.

Especially that innate sensuality, utterly captivating.

From Anne's perspective, this woman was practically born for the bed—a true temptress.

She certainly looked formidable in combat.

Yet she still couldn't understand how she had defeated Tang Song.

If possible, she truly wanted to exchange "experiences" with her, learn some techniques to take back.

"Hello, Ms. Kate, I've heard so much about you," Wen Wen Ruan's voice broke the silence, polite and gentle, yet her eyes held a trace of caution.

"Just call me Anne, darling," Anne laughed lightly, catlike, stepping before her. "Oh, your figure is incredible—no wonder Song likes you so much. Honestly, I like you too."

Wen Wen Ruan pressed her lips together, feeling slightly uneasy, yet maintaining her composed demeanor: "Thank you for the compliment."

This woman was one of the heirs to the Kate Group and co-founder of Jingwu Capital.

Though she often joked with Tang Song on WeChat, meeting her in person and sensing her aura inevitably brought immense pressure.

Immediately, Wen Wen Ruan's gaze unconsciously assessed this tall blonde, a flicker of admiration in her eyes.

She wore a black blazer with a plunging V-neck revealing a tight white camisole, accentuating her stunning curves.

Her black pencil skirt ended just above the knees, revealing long, toned thighs that looked especially alluring in the light.

She radiated a powerful, sensual dominance.

In appearance, figure, and demeanor, she was the most outstanding white woman Wen Wen Ruan had ever encountered.

One thing she felt Su Yu and Jin Dongshi had both "misjudged."

That was, they clearly had no idea just how lecherous Tang Song truly was.

As the one who understood Tang Song's sexual preferences best, the moment she saw the blonde, a gut feeling struck her.

Tang Song had likely already pursued Anne Kate.

Sensing the shift in her expression, Anne flashed a radiant smile and opened her arms, offering a warm embrace.

Large E versus Large E—direct confrontation.

Wen Wen Ruan's expression stiffened slightly, but she still returned the affection with polite courtesy.

"I think we'll become great friends, won't we, Wen Wen Ruan?" Anne rested her hand on Wen Wen Ruan's shoulder, her tone lazy and confident.

Wen Wen Ruan paused. "Uh—yes, I look forward to becoming your friend."

"No formalities, darling. Where are you staying tonight?"

"The Bulgari Hotel in Beijing."

"Oh my, I'm planning to stay there too!" Anne raised an eyebrow, feigning delight. "Maybe we could share a room? What do you think? Song mentions you often—he's told me so much I want to talk to you."

Anne's blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

Wen Wen Ruan's eyelid twitched—she found the woman overly enthusiastic.

As she hesitated how to respond, a steady, elegant footstep echoed from deeper in the room.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

Anne and Wen Wen Ruan turned simultaneously to see Jin Mi Shu walking in.

She wore a dark teal long-sleeved base layer paired with high-waisted charcoal gray pencil pants, their sleek lines perfectly highlighting her flawless proportions.

Her brown hair was coiled into a bun secured by a wooden pin, a few loose strands framing her exquisitely beautiful face.

Jin Mi Shu's gaze swept over them, carrying an invisible weight of authority.

Anne swiftly withdrew her hand from Wen Wen Ruan's shoulder; both women straightened up.

"Mira, I've missed you so much!"

Anne cheerfully called out, stepping forward to hug her—but was gently pushed away.

"So you two have already met?" Jin Mi Shu's voice was calm, yet her eyes instantly scanned their positions and expressions. "Anne, mind your boundaries."

Anne raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Fine, fine, Mira! I just wanted to chat with Wen Wen Ruan. After all,

we both share an extraordinary intimacy with Song."

She deliberately stretched the last word, her gaze carrying an odd intensity—as if testing something.

Jin Mi Shu didn't dwell on it, gesturing toward the seating area: "I've just returned home. Let's sit and have some tea, and discuss the matter at hand."

Without further delay, she walked to the main seat and sat down, her movements light as wind, as if the entire space realigned itself with her return. Sister Sister Shangguan Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya stepped forward to pour tea for the three.

An indescribable tension hung in the air.

Wen Wen Ruan sat upright opposite Jin Mi Shu, forcing herself to appear natural.

She had only checked into her hotel at 7 p. m., yet by 8 p. m., Sister Sister Shangguan Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya had dragged her here.

No reason was given.

She still felt uneasy inside.

Now, facing Jin Mi Shu's overwhelming aura and Anne's presence, her unease deepened.

Anne sipped her tea, crossed her legs, and asked eagerly: "Mira, what's this all about? Just say it."

Jin Mi Shu smiled, turning her gaze to Wen Wen Ruan: "You're already involved in the core operations and management of Star Cloud International Group, correct?"

"Yes," Wen Wen Ruan replied immediately. "Currently, I'm mainly handling marketing strategy and GG agency affairs."

Jin Mi Shu set down her bone china teacup and continued: "According to Tang Zong's plan, it won't be long before he entrusts the entire Star Cloud International Group to you."

Wen Wen Ruan's eyes flickered; she didn't deny it. "Probably."

"I heard you're planning to have Star Cloud International invest in an AI e-commerce marketing firm called Zhi Lian Weilai. Clearly, you're deeply interested in the media industry—and possess both foresight and boldness."

Wen Wen Ruan blushed slightly under the praise. "Jin Dongshi, you flatter me. I majored in communications in university and have worked in this field for eight years, so—"

"Since you're inclined toward this direction, you should expand further and deeper—grow Star Cloud International even more.

I, or we, will provide you full support."

She emphasized the word "we."

"Thank you, Jin Dongshi. I'll work hard," Wen Wen Ruan nodded, assuming this was just polite encouragement.

Yet soon, her expression froze.

"Next, Star Cloud International must achieve AI + big data + automated operations, and through resource integration, technological empowerment, and content innovation, drive corporate transformation."

Jin Mi Shu's fingertip lightly traced the rim of her teacup, her tone soft yet commanding.

"Next, continue acquiring mid- and small-sized enterprises in the industry—short-video MCN agencies, media platforms, etc. Through these integrations, create economies of scale while building a unified data mid-platform to connect user behavior data across subsidiaries—"

"Expansion into overseas markets is inevitable. Invest in short dramas, original IPs, microfilms, and other content formats,

with 'lightweight, strong emotional resonance' as the core feature, to establish content distribution channels. Especially Chinese cultural exports—this is a direction supported by national policy. Finally, push for an IPO, leveraging capital markets to build a truly globally competitive media empire, a digital media giant."

Wen Wen Ruan swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling.

Jin Dongshi's words were deeply compelling, her voice melodious and logically structured.

Clearly, she had a complete, highly feasible strategic plan.

Along this path, Weixiao Holdings, Jingwu Capital, Anne Kate, De Ju Ren He, and others would all offer support.

But the key issue was—if Star Cloud International followed this path, it would inevitably enter direct competition with Tang Zong Entertainment.

Many of their business areas would overlap.

Of course, in Jin Dongshi's words, Tang Zong Entertainment was a shareholder and ally of Star Cloud International, accelerating this process.

Even offering IP licenses at low prices to help Star Cloud International go public sooner.

Wen Wen Ruan was intelligent; she quickly understood Jin Dongshi's meaning.

This was about recruiting and cultivating her, while suppressing and balancing Su Yu.

I have to admit, this plan is truly tempting.

If Star Cloud International truly became a world-class media empire, her status and prestige would soar—her achievements boundless.

Anyone with a shred of vanity would be swayed.

But Su Yu had treated her well—eating, sleeping, chatting with her, even giving her an apartment and a cat.

Mo Mo Sister Xiang Wan was her friend, helping her stage photos against Star Cloud's "old enemies" and building her assistant team.

If she now teamed up with Jin Dongshi against her, it would be unforgivable.

Wen Wen Ruan quietly lifted her gaze, glancing at Jin Meixiao, then at Anne Kate.

Both women watched her calmly, expressionlessly.

Wen Wen Ruan felt sweat break out.

Only now did she truly feel the atmosphere of palace intrigue.

Now she not only had to take the blame, but was being pulled and crushed from both sides.

Wen Wen Ruan felt her chest might explode.

For a moment, she couldn't comprehend it.

Why, if Jin Dongshi could accept her, was she so hostile toward Su Yu?

Is it necessary? What kind of grudge do you have?

Just then, footsteps sounded again.

Sister Sister Shangguan Sister Shangguan Shangguan Qiuya walked over and placed the folder in her hands on the table before Wen Wen Ruan.

Jin Mishi leaned forward slightly, "This is the detailed plan. No rush—you can take it home and study it at your own pace. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me or Assistant Sister Sister Shangguan."

Wen Wen Ruan glanced down at the folder; the cover bore embossed gold characters: "Star Cloud International Group Strategic Development Plan ("

2023–2025)."

"Alright, Jin Dongshi. But I've just taken over, and there are many internal matters to handle—I may not have much time to dive into it right away."

Before she finished speaking, Jin Mishi seemed to have anticipated her response and smiled: "It's no problem. We're not superior and subordinate—we're just friends offering help. Wen Wen Ruan, I'm confident that with your abilities, you'll find your own rhythm."

Wen Wen Ruan took a deep breath and nodded gently.

The three chatted for a while longer.

Since Wen Wen Ruan had a board meeting the next day, she rose to take her leave.

Notably, Annie was permitted to reside at No. 8 Hesheng Xiaoyun Road.

At parting, Annie pulled a gold-embossed business card from her platinum bag and slipped it into her hand, saying with deep implication: "I'll be heading to Yancheng soon—we'll meet again. This is my personal number; it's always valid. Of course, I'll be staying in the capital for a few days. If you get bored, give me a call—we can find some fun."

The last sentence carried a teasing, playful tone from Annie.

Yet Wen Wen Ruan didn't blush or fluster as expected; instead, she leaned closer and teased: "So enthusiastic—aren't you afraid I'll take you seriously?"

Saying this, she suddenly reached out and lightly patted Annie's lower back, then turned and walked away laughing.

Watching her retreating figure, Annie's eyes revealed a look of surprise, followed by delight and interest.

She suddenly realized: the women around Tang Song all seemed remarkably interesting.

Last time, the ambitious Shen Yu Yan—and now, the alluring Wen Wen Ruan.

What kind of people were Lin Empress Mu Xue and Supervisor Tian Jing, then?

Thinking of this, a spark of anticipation flickered in Annie's eyes.

Perhaps the coming days would be even more exciting than she imagined.

She hated routine life; she craved more thrills.

And now, she needed to have a good talk with Mira.

About the soon-to-be-operational Tang Jin Estate.

October 13, 2023, Friday, 12–24°C.

Beicheng Garden Community.

"Tap-tap-tap"—the sound of keyboard typing echoed in the small office.

Xu Qing, dressed in professional attire and wearing round glasses, was secretly writing a novel.

Just as she reached the story's climax, the office door suddenly swung open.

"Ah!" She gasped and lunged forward to hug her computer.

Sorry Xiao Jing walked in, her face wearing a mischievous grin: "Sister Sister Qingqing, I'm here!"

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"W-what are you doing? Sorry Xiao Jing—don't you dare—"

Xu Qing shrank into the corner, small, pitiful, and helpless.

(° Kou °)

"Thwack"—a bag landed on her head.

Sorry Xiao Jing urged: "Hurry up and change! Don't you remember? We promised to role-play with our boyfriends today! Why are you still writing loli fanfiction?"

"I'm not! I didn't! Don't make things up!" Xu Qing denied three times, then scratched her head in confusion: "By the way, what characters are we cosplaying?"

"You're Aili. I'm Zhenli Nai."

Xu Qing froze instantly, her face turning bright red: "What? No way! This is absolutely forbidden!"

(; °°)

"Why not? Do you want to get spanked?"

"I'm two years older than you—I should play Zhenli Nai!"

"Are you sure? The scene we're doing today is Zhenli Nai being punished for Aili's sake!"

"Ah!" Xu Qing stepped back half a pace. "Then you do it."

Immediately, Sorry Xiao Jing pulled a magic wand from her chest, stepped forward, and tapped lightly—"Both of them had already changed into their cosplay outfits, and even Xu Qing's hair had turned golden yellow."

Sorry Xiao Jing grabbed her hand, wandered around the company, then pushed open Tang Song's office door.

Xu Qing felt her heart race, her mind in chaos—she wanted to resist but was powerless.

And what shocked her even more was that she saw her best friend, Shen Yu Yan, kneeling beside Tang Song, tenderly kissing him!

"Sister Yan Yan? How are you here? What are you two doing!" Xu Qing stared wide-eyed, unable to believe her eyes.

Sorry Xiao Jing patted her head: "We've entered the role-play stage now! That's not Sister Yan Yan!"

"Then who is she playing?"

Sorry Xiao Jing turned her head, her expression sweet and innocent, yet her eyes glinted with excitement: "You should call her 'Mommy.'"

"Ah! You pervert!"

In the quiet bedroom, Xu Qing suddenly screamed and sat bolt upright on the bed.

Looking around, her blank expression gradually came alive—she realized she'd just been dreaming.

She patted her small chest, finally exhaling in relief.

Lately, Sorry Xiao Jing had been tormenting her with these bizarre dreams.

Even scenes where Sorry Xiao Jing whipped her with a little leather crop.

Now she blushed again—today's dream had even included her best friend. It was utterly embarrassing.

She rolled around on the bed for a while, tidied her messy hair, and picked up her phone.

It was already nearly 7:30!

Sigh. Fine, no workout today.

One day won't hurt anyway—it's all Sorry Xiao Jing's fault.

She gave herself an excuse.

Xu Qing slowly got out of bed and opened her wardrobe.

First, she glanced at a hanging outfit and smiled happily.

It was the white shirt and jeans Tang Song had asked Shen Yu Yan to deliver yesterday.

Though not expensive, it was clearly chosen with care—and it suited her perfectly.

He'd even said he'd take her out for shopping, dinner, and a movie tomorrow.

Little Song Zi might be a bit of a scoundrel, but he was truly wonderful to her.

He'd invited her out for their first weekend back in Yancheng.

She'd better dress up nicely—give him a surprise.

She hummed a tune as she changed clothes.

Slipping on her slippers, she walked into the living room and saw her best friend working out on the elliptical machine.

Shen Yu Yan wore a tight dark workout outfit that accentuated her curvaceous figure; her long, powerful legs rose and fell rhythmically with the machine, radiating a healthy, sensual beauty.

Watching her friend's prominent C-cup and the faint hint of a six-pack,

Xu Qing pouted, almost drooling with envy.

G——)S

"Good morning, Sister Yan Yan."

"Morning, Sister Sister Qingqing," Shen Yu Yan slowed down and stopped, grabbing a towel to wipe the sweat from her face. "Want to work out a bit? I've got time."

Xu Qing yawned. "No thanks. I still need to change and shower—it's too much trouble. I'll just eat less at lunch."

"Hehe, I don't believe you. Li Li Li Yuanyuan said you have a dedicated snack box at your desk that gets restocked every day."

Xu Qing's face flushed instantly. She stuck out her neck: "Those are all gifts from others!"

After teasing each other, they finished breakfast together.

Shen Yu Yan took a long, fragrant hot shower, then retreated to her room to get ready.

For her, today was extremely important.

She would be joining Rongliu Investment as Tang Song's special assistant.

Youjie Home Services was a mess, and she couldn't extricate herself completely in a short time.

But she knew what mattered most.

Tang Song was currently under "urgent" pressure regarding investments, and he'd already entered the execution phase with Yimai Technology—he'd added her to the group yesterday.

She had to jump into work immediately and prove her worth.

As for Youjie Home Services, she'd take it slowly—after all, the main tasks had already been handed over to Qin Li Li Meixia.

Then Shen Yu Yan's eyes flickered.

Yesterday, when she delivered the Lamborghini, she'd planned to drop by his place—but Tang Song hadn't invited her in.

Her intuition told her: there must be another woman in his house.

Who could it be?

After silently speculating, she finished her makeup, changed into a carefully selected professional outfit, adjusted herself in the mirror for a long while, then picked up her bag and stepped out.

The crimson DB11 slowed to a stop outside the Yan Province Financial Center.

"Come on, Sister Yan Yan!" Xu Qing clenched her fist in an encouraging gesture.

After returning from Shanghai, Shen Yu Yan confessed everything about her relationship with Gongying Technology and Wang Wang Wang Yu Bo.

As a close friend for over a decade, Xu Qing was naturally furious and firmly supported her in turning to Little Song Zi, replacing Liu Liu Ruyan.

She even portrayed Ren Ren Mingyuan and Wang Wang Wang Yu Bo as villains in her novel, repeatedly venting her frustration through them.

"Bye! See you tonight!"

Shen Yu Yan pinched her plump cheek, a confident smile curving her lips as she stepped elegantly out of the car.

Looking up, she saw before her the Yan Province Financial Center—the heart of Yan City's CBD.

It housed a concentration of top-tier financial institutions, multinational corporations, and high-tech companies, truly the city's core.

Her former employer, Procter & Gamble's branch, was located in Building B, so she knew this area inside and out.

Moreover, many of her friends worked here: university classmates, alumni, and high-quality contacts she'd met through various gatherings,

clubs, and social circles.

And today, this would be the starting point of her new chapter.

Xiao Xue, I'm here!

Shen Yu Yan's eyes blazed with fierce determination.

She stepped forward, entering the crowd, walking through the entrance of Building A toward the access control zone.

After only a few steps, a vaguely familiar voice suddenly came from beside her.

"Isn't that General Shen? Long time no see."

Shen Yu Yan raised an eyebrow, turned, and fixed her gaze directly on the middle-aged man.

"What? Don't you recognize me?" The man grinned at her, his tone flippant, his gaze invasive. "Haha, General Shen, you're still so beautiful."

Shen Yu Yan regarded him calmly. "How could I not recognize you? Cai Zihé, General Manager of Equity Investment at Tengfu Investment Holdings."

Her tone was calm and certain, her gaze bright and sharp, leaving no doubt about her scrutiny.

Cai Zihé frowned, unsettled by her piercing eyes and aura. "Didn't expect General Shen to remember so clearly."

"Of course. I have an extremely vivid impression of you, Director Cai," Shen Yu Yan tilted her chin. "Tengfu Investment Holdings is on the 32nd floor of Building A, right? I'll be working here too—when we have the chance, I'll certainly seek your guidance."

With that, Shen Yu Yan didn't linger, turning toward the reception desk, leaving behind a tall, composed silhouette.

For those who had once bullied and humiliated her, she never forgot—and would never let them off easily.

Back then, with a friend's help, she met Cai Zihé.

At first, their conversation went smoothly, but soon he began verbally harassing her, even proposing a certain exchange.

After she flatly refused, he clearly felt humiliated and said many insulting things. Later, at a dinner party, he displayed her photo and joked: "Another 'resource-type beauty founder' has joined the Dacheng venture capital circle."

After recording the information, she took the elevator straight to the 50th floor.

As she stepped out of the elevator, Shen Yu Yan took a deep breath, steadied herself, and walked toward the company entrance.

The first thing to catch her eye was a massive glass wall, emblazoned with the golden logo of "Rongliu Capital," shimmering under the lights.

The entire reception area was designed with minimalist elegance, radiating luxury.

Emily, the front desk administrator, stood up and asked politely: "Hello, welcome to Rongliu Investment. How may I assist you?"

Shen Yu Yan wore a perfectly poised smile. "Hello, I'm the new employee starting today."

"Huh?" Emily blinked slightly. "May I ask your name and position?"

She usually handled reception for interviews and onboarding, especially for such striking faces—she should have remembered her.

Shen Yu Yan smiled lightly. "Special Assistant to the Chairman, Shen Yu Yan, Shirley."

Shen Yu Yan smiled lightly: "Director Er Chang's special assistant, Shen Yu Yan, Shirley."

Hearing the title and name, Emily's eyes widened for an instant. "Please wait a moment—I'll notify management."

She immediately called June, the HR Director, and briefly explained the situation.

Moments later, Emily hung up, her face now lit with a bright, warm smile. "Hello, Shirley! Welcome to Rongliu Investment! I'm Emily, the administrative specialist—I'll take you to the conference room!"

"Thank you, Emily," Shen Yu Yan replied with a smile, unsurprised by the woman's reaction.

In fact, she'd only finalized her onboarding arrangements with Tang Zong last night.

Even if Tang Zong had notified HR immediately, some staff likely still didn't know.

As she followed Emily deeper inside, Shen Yu Yan glanced curiously around.

The open-plan office was spacious and bright, with neatly arranged desks, each equipped with premium equipment.

The working environment was impeccable—compared to it, Youjie Home Cleaning seemed like a shabby workshop.

Emily opened the conference room door and gestured respectfully. "Shirley, please wait here—management will be right with you."

Shen Yu Yan nodded in thanks and stepped inside.

The room was simply furnished but exuded refined quality: a dark solid wood table with leather chairs, and art pieces hanging on the walls.

The overall style was understated yet luxurious—a hallmark of top-tier private equity.

She walked to the window, gazing down at the bustling heart of the city below.

The Yan Province Financial Center, a symbol of countless fortunes and powers, now carried her ambitions and dreams.

Minutes later, hurried footsteps approached the door, then deliberately slowed.

Shen Yu Yan turned, sensing something, and looked toward the entrance.

The conference room door opened, revealing a familiar figure.

Dressed in a white V-neck professional dress, her long hair pinned up, her makeup subtle and refined, she looked efficient yet graceful.

Their gazes met in midair.

Lin Empress Mu Xue's lips trembled slightly, her face quickly darkening.

Shen Yu Yan couldn't help but smile brilliantly, her eyes sparkling. "Xiao Xue—no, Luna—let's meet again! I'm Tang Zong's Special Assistant, Shen Yu Yan. You can call me—Shirley."

Lin Empress Mu Xue's lips trembled slightly, her face quickly darkening.

Shen Yu Yan couldn't help but smile broadly, her eyes brimming with light, "Xiao Xue—oh no, Luna—let's meet again! I'm Shen Yu Yan, Special Assistant to Tang Zong. You can call me—Shirley."