Chapter 569: The outline of the white moonlight

On the viewing terrace, the crowd quietly diverged; some people still surrounded Shen Yu Yan, exchanging pleasantries, handing out business cards, exploring cooperation, with proper etiquette and a lively atmosphere;

The gazes of another part of the crowd had already shifted, looking at that General Manager Cheng.

The weight of Tang Yi Precision needs no words.

This giant spanning global consumer electronics, automotive electronics, chip design, and intelligent manufacturing had long been an unshakable behemoth in the industry.

And as one of the few female executives of Tang Yi Precision, Cheng Siman's name was already a well-known existence in the industry.

She had served as Ouyang Xianyue's executive secretary, director of Tang Yi's president's office, and now held the Consumer Electronics Business Group, possessing real power in multiple key tracks.

"General Manager Cheng, hello!"

"I am Derek from RGA Capital, long admired your name; today is truly an honor."

"I am Ethan Chen from Credit Suisse Group; we are promoting an automated assembly project, hope there is an opportunity—"

With several knowledgeable investors stepping forward to exchange pleasantries with Cheng Siman, the atmosphere of the scene tilted rapidly.

More people began to turn around, or look from the side, or approach tentatively.

Shen Yu Yan stood in the center of the crowd, the smile on her lips pausing slightly, but quickly stabilized.

She of course knew who Cheng Siman was. Ouyang Xianyue was her idol, she had studied Tang Yi's strategic layout many times, and she had also seen Cheng Siman's photos in media reports.

Facing such a big shot, her heart was more filled with excitement and yearning.

It was just that she hadn't expected that the other party would actually accompany Lin Empress Mu Xue, appearing together on the 15th-floor viewing terrace of China Club, and she didn't react for a while.

Looking at Lin Empress Mu Xue, who was standing beside Cheng Siman, with a calm expression, a smile on her lips, and a detached appearance.

Her breathing couldn't help but tighten, emotions surged in her mind, yet she quickly returned to being appropriate and elegant.

She gently put down her wine glass and said with a smile to the people beside her:

"Sorry, excuse me, I'm going to go say hello to a friend."

The several guests who were chatting just now were slightly stunned, then nodded one after another.

They followed her gaze and saw that young woman standing beside Cheng Siman, with a calm expression and elegant attire. Shen Yu Yan held her head high, her pace composed and steady, walking elegantly toward Lin Empress Mu Xue's direction.

The crowd subconsciously made a narrow path for her, their gazes gradually gathering, carrying curiosity and doubt.

"Luna, never expected to run into you here."

Shen Yu Yan spoke softly, her tone gentle and generous.

Lin Empress Mu Xue smiled slightly, nodded gently: "Shirley, good evening. Tonight's China Club is truly lively."

"If it weren't lively, how could it be worthy of the weight of this news?"

The gazes of the two met against the backdrop of the night and the crowd, their tones peaceful, their speech gentle, presenting instead a few points of intimacy.

Of course, they both knew.

This "intimacy" was only because they needed to present a unified front when being watched by bystanders.

Rongliu Capital officially stepped onto the stage of the capital market.

Now it was their MVP settlement interface.

Shen Yu Yan turned her head to look at Cheng Siman, her gaze slightly restrained, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and took the initiative to reach out:

"Hello, General Manager Cheng, I am Shen Yu Yan, board assistant of Rongliu Capital; long admired your name, very honored to be able to see you here."

Cheng Siman had originally just nodded politely, but after hearing her self-introduction, her eyes clearly moved.

The professional smile on her face also restrained a bit, becoming much more sincere.

"Hello, Assistant Shen, Tang Yi Precision, Cheng Siman."

Shen Yu Yan was stunned, then her heart shook, and she hurriedly reached out to shake hands with her.

A look of just-right surprise and respect appeared on her face: "General Manager Cheng, you are a senior I have always respected very much. Before, when doing research on AI equipment-side projects, I studied Tang Yi's layout in smart modules, and I even saved the PPT of your speech at that industry summit... including Ouyang's exclusive interviews, I almost studied them all repeatedly."

Cheng Siman listened to these words, and the smile deepened: "Thank you for your attention; if there is an opportunity, we can chat in depth."

"That would be a great honor." Shen Yu Yan's eyes shone, and a layer of shallow red flush floated on her cheeks involuntarily.

She never expected that Cheng Siman would be so "polite" to her, not only introducing herself but also leaving the possibility of further communication.

For a time, her mood was agitated, and her gaze toward Lin Empress Mu Xue also softened a few points involuntarily.

Tonight was destined to be an extremely important night for her.

The 10-billion-USD fund of funds behind Rongliu Capital, with two major capital giants entering the game, was already enough to be eye-catching.

And at this moment, Cheng Siman's presence added another heavy stroke to this situation.

Noticing that several financial people who had just exchanged business cards were looking toward this side frequently.

Shen Yu Yan's thoughts turned, and she suddenly held Lin Empress Mu Xue's arm, her expression intimate, and introduced with a smile: "This is our Rongliu Capital's general assistant, Luna."

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the people around became enthusiastic instantly.

Tang Jin Family Office itself was organized by Ouyang Xianyue of Tang Yi Precision and Jin Meixiao of Weixiao Holdings.

The explosive news had just come out, and now two core management members of Rongliu Capital were gathered together with Cheng Siman of Tang Yi Precision.

This couldn't help but make them have associations.

The crowd began to gather slowly.

Lin Empress Mu Xue took a light breath, as if she had eaten a ginseng fruit, taking one business card after another, occasionally nodding in response.

Her posture was grasped just right.

She liked this kind of occasion, surrounded by halos, stars holding the moon.

The excitement and agitation brought about by Rongliu Capital's upcoming announcement of major cooperation finally slowly relaxed in the gaze of everyone.

Cool.

The atmosphere on the terrace became more and more enthusiastic, glasses clinking, wine light intersecting—"Luna, Shirley, interested in looking at the new energy project we are laying out in the SEA market? I can have the team make a summary and send it to you."

"Don't know if Rongliu will consider introducing external strategic LPs in this new round of GP structure?"

Lin Empress Mu Xue always maintained that shallow smiling appearance, raising her glass elegantly, touching lightly, but without making a substantive response.

Shen Yu Yan stood to the side, occasionally inserting a few well-timed jokes, gently pushing the topic away.

The two cooperated just right, making everyone confused.

However, only they themselves knew that they also just found out about this, and couldn't say anything about it.

Fortunately, with Cheng Siman present, no one went too far; everyone looked kind on the surface—after a round of pleasantries.

The crowd's interest seemed to slow down slightly, and the enthusiasm gradually turned to relaxation.

Cheng Siman touched glasses with everyone and said softly: "The wind outside is a bit strong; shall we go inside and sit for a while?"

As the voice came out, the surrounding conversation was lowered.

Lin Empress Mu Xue scanned the night view of Central in front of her, still wanting more, and smiled: "Indeed, it's starting to get windy; let's go to the private room and continue drinking."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Shen Yu Yan: "Shirley, want to come sit together?"

Shen Yu Yan pondered slightly, and said to Ji Yingying and Bai Menglin not far away: "I'll go in and chat with friends for a while."

Ji Yingying's expression was somewhat unnatural, her mouth barely twitching: "You're busy."

Bai Menglin's eyes flashed with a hint of unease and complexity, as if she had something to say, but stopped at this moment.

She hesitated for a moment, and still said in a low voice: "Then I'll wait for you here; see you later."

She still had extremely important words she hadn't said to Shen Yu Yan, but the occasion was clearly inappropriate now.

But she was afraid of missing this opportunity, so she could only wait hard here.

After a few brief farewells, the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor, together with the "clatter" of the glass door closing, isolated the noise slightly.

On the terrace, discussions sounded again.

There were also some people who picked up their phones and began to make calls.

The four passed through the elegant corridor and arrived at a low-key yet well-designed private room deep on the 15th floor.

After everyone sat down, the waiter quickly sent over several glasses of decanted red wine, and the atmosphere immediately calmed down.

Shen Yu Yan sat in the single sofa in the corner, adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and looked at Bei Yuwei beside her: "Hello Yuwei,

I've watched "Leisurely Listening to the Rain" that you filmed; it's really great. And my best friend is your die-hard fan, often cosplaying

your ancient costume style at home."

Bei Yuwei was stunned, then beamed: "Really? Then I'm truly honored."

Shen Yu Yan took out her phone: "Is it convenient to take a photo? If she knew I met you tonight, she would definitely be jealous."

"Of course." Bei Yuwei leaned over, and the two leaned slightly to

Only then did Shen Yu Yan take a sip of wine, preparing to relax her emotions slightly.

She immediately noticed, on the main sofa opposite.

Cheng Siman was leaning to the side, conversing softly with Lin Empress Mu Xue, her tone gentle, clinking glasses from time to time, her face full of smiles.

Compared to the restrained and polite attitude on the terrace, the enthusiasm and closeness at this moment.

Shen Yu Yan's gaze flickered, quickly masking the complex emotions in her heart.

It's too bizarre!

It's not that she doesn't understand Lin Empress Mu Xue's "act"; she has seen too many women putting on airs, and she even has vanity herself, fantasizing about being the center of attention.

But what she doesn't understand is, how exactly did Lin Empress Mu Xue "act" in a way that brought so many top-tier big shots to act as her foils?

Back at that clothing exhibition in Yancheng, Zheng Qiudong and Shangguan Qiuya had treated her with exceptional courtesy.

She could reasonably explain that as Tang Song was present, Lin Empress Mu Xue, as his assistant, would naturally receive some slight deference.

After all, Tang Song is truly impressive.

Annie Kate, the heir to Kate Trust, is one of his behind-the-scenes supporters.

The capital structure of Rongliu Capital and this 10-billion-dollar capital injection all indicate that he is at the "pinnacle of capital" in the true sense.

But this time in Xiangjiang, Tang Song is not on the scene at all.

Yet Lin Empress Mu Xue was able to have Cheng Siman personally accompany her for drinks and chat, and Mo Xiang Wan personally pick her up at the airport despite her busy schedule.

This has already overturned her cognitive logic.

She once investigated Lin Empress Mu Xue in depth.

Born in a small county in Shaanxi Province, her household registration is still currently listed in a community collective household in Yancheng.

Her file only shows an adult undergraduate degree, and most of her resume consists of administrative work at financial companies.

The only position that was truly "presentable" was serving as a committee assistant after entering Juqing Hui Jin.

Liu Qingning's face turned slightly red, and she kissed him back, a hint of triumph and playfulness flashing in her eyes.

In her daily life, she loves to show off her wealth on social media, posting bags, taking photos at hotels, and checking in at high-end venues.

A typical "boss's mistress," a high-class vase with superior looks, outstanding emotional intelligence, and a knack for reading people.

This is an understandable, even commonplace existence.

For example, the olive branch Wang Yu Bo previously extended to her targeted a role of the same type as Lin Empress Mu Xue's.

Providing emotional value, obtaining material rewards, being favored, and having a certain role in work, but never truly being able to enter the inner sanctum.

It is also because of this understanding that she has been working so hard to express herself.

Striving for the "Yanzhao Youth Entrepreneurship Support Plan," doggedly pursuing Youjie Housekeeping, and working hard to build connections to demonstrate her value.

Taking a light breath, Shen Yu Yan joked with a smile: "Luna, how come I've never heard you mention you knew President Cheng before? You really gave me a fright tonight."

As she spoke, she even patted her own chest.

Lin Empress Mu Xue gently rubbed the rim of her glass with her finger, her lips curling into a smile: "Tomorrow I'm going to attend a closed-door event hosted by the LVMH Group with President Cheng and Yuwei; we happened to gather here tonight. The atmosphere here is good, so we just had a small drink. I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"How could you," Shen Yu Yan picked up her wine glass, her smile still appropriate, "It is my honor to know a personage like President Cheng."

"Then let's have a toast together." Lin Empress Mu Xue raised her glass and smiled playfully at Shen Yu Yan.

【"Cheers."】

The wine glasses clinked crisply, and the atmosphere in the private room went quiet for a moment. Cheng Siman put down her glass and looked at Lin Empress Mu Xue: "By the way, Luna, when is President Tang coming to Xiangjiang?"

"He'll be here before noon tomorrow."

"Hmm, then you take good care of President Tang during the day; I'll arrange a car to pick you up in the evening."

Shen Yu Yan's hand tightened, and she feigned nonchalance as she interjected: "President Cheng, you—know our President Tang?"

Cheng Siman's gaze met hers briefly, then she just smiled and nodded lightly.

Neither avoiding the question nor offering further explanation.

Shen Yu Yan lowered her head, her gaze trembling violently.

It really is Tang Song.

But it's still not right.

If Lin Empress Mu Xue were Tang Song's official girlfriend or fiancée, then everything would be easy to explain.

But she's just a mistress!

For example, her old best friend Xu Qing, who is also Tang Song's woman, has never enjoyed this kind of special treatment.

Even with Lin Empress Mu Xue's additional status as an assistant, it still doesn't make sense!

Put yourself in her shoes.

If she had a status like Mo Xiang Wan's, even if she were polite and courteous to a certain big shot's mistress, she wouldn't truly treat the other person as an equal in her heart.

Unless, unless Tang Song's status is so noble that even his mistress is enough to transcend the rules of ordinary power and wealth.

Her heart skipped a beat, and the thoughts in her mind couldn't help but start to run wild.

Come to think of it, Tang Yi Precision, Tang Zong Entertainment, Tang Jin Family Office—all have "Tang" in their names.

Could it be that Tang Song is some mysterious wealthy heir, a hidden dragon king, a legendary mercenary king, a mastermind—are all these his industries?

Soon, her reason pulled her back.

Shen Yu Yan blinked and smiled self-mockingly.

Heh.

Do you think this is one of Xu Qing's novels?

Behind Tang Yi Precision stands Ouyang Xianyue, and the top-level power structure she represents.

That is not just a business giant, but a key pillar for the country to promote technological self-reliance and industrial upgrading at a strategic level.

As for Tang Jin Family Office, it is a capital engine built jointly by Ouyang Xianyue and Jin Meixiao, with deep-rooted and unfathomable power.

If Tang Song really had such vast reach and background, why would he run off to Yancheng to mess around with Songmei Apparel and short dramas?

Although she can't figure out why Lin Empress Mu Xue is so bizarre.

But one thing is certain.

Tang Song's status is far higher than her expectations and hopes.

The step she took with courage in Modu back then was the most correct choice she ever made.

If she had hesitated a bit more back then, even by a month.

If she had only "entered the market" after this round of big news about Rongliu Capital broke.

Then the distance between her and Tang Song would be even greater, and it would be even harder to get close to him.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Shen Yu Yan picked up her phone and opened Tang Song's chat box.

Weighing her words, she left a message: "President Tang, Xiangjiang tonight feels a bit unreal.

Everyone around me is talking about your Rongliu Capital; I'm standing at the center of the storm, and suddenly I feel a bit dazed.

I never thought I would be so close to a world-class moment.

(o_o), thank you for the opportunity you gave me; I won't let you down."

Shencheng.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

Looking at the message Shen Yu Yan sent.

Tang Song smiled and replied casually: "The storm is just the beginning; the center is far more than this. Keep working hard, Assistant Shen."

"Who are you chatting with? So happy?" Liu Qingning's voice sounded from below.

Tang Song put down his phone and looked down at his white moonlight lying on his lap.

He reached out and pinched her cute cheeks.

"A colleague from the company."

"A woman?"

"Uh—yeah."

"Is she pretty?"

"Well, to be honest, she's quite pretty."

Liu Qingning shrugged her furry eyebrows, suddenly turned over, and gave his lower abdomen a light, playful bite.

But because Tang Song's muscles are quite developed, there wasn't much pain; it was more just a bit itchy.

Tang Song hurriedly reached out to grab his white moonlight's slender waist, stopping her movements.

Then he leaned over to her ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "If you want to bite, you can change positions." Hearing his words, Liu Qingning's face turned red instantly, and she reached out to pat his leg, "Go to hell."

Soon, she felt Tang Song's eight-pack abs become firm.

She wanted to get up but was hugged tightly by Tang Song.

Liu Qingning exclaimed and began to reach out to tickle him.

Taking advantage of Tang Song being preoccupied, she finally managed to break free.

She sat up abruptly, widened her eyes, and waved her fist in feigned anger: "Are you doing this on purpose? Why are you so bad!"

"No, I'm not." Tang Song blinked and smiled: "It's mainly because you're too cute."

"I'm not playing with you anymore." Liu Qingning kicked him lightly with her foot.

She turned and walked out of the park path.

Tang Song hurriedly stood up and followed, smiling as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

Liu Qingning struggled twice, then calmed down.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder along the stone path of Talent Park.

The night wind blew from the sea, carrying a faint salty taste.

The moonlight hung in mid-air, spilling silver-white and cold upon them.

Shencheng Bay, with its forest of high-rises, was glowing in the distance.

As they walked.

Liu Qingning jumped onto Tang Song's back at some point.

Burying her little face beside his neck and shoulder, she dangled her legs and muttered softly: "Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up!"

Tang Song steadily supported her restless legs, his eyes full of doting smiles.

They took the elevator upstairs.

"We're home."

Liu Qingning slowly opened her eyes, looked at the familiar door in front of her, and only then reluctantly slid down from his back.

Opening the heavy armored door, the sensor light in the entryway lit up in response.

Liu Qingning had just taken off her shoes when she was pushed against the entryway cabinet.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Tang Song didn't speak; he lowered his head and captured her cherry lips, sucking slowly, gentle and full of possessiveness.

The air between their noses was full of familiar fragrance and body heat.

Liu Qingning's face turned red like an apple again, and dopamine secreted frantically in her brain.

A long time later.

The two slowly separated.

Liu Qingning patted his chest and muttered softly: "I played all day and sweated a lot; I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."

After saying that, she turned and ran toward the bedroom.

Tang Song smiled and followed.

"Bang—click—" The bathroom door was locked from the inside.

It was obvious that his white moonlight had no intention of taking a shower with him.

Tang Song returned to the bedroom.

Sitting on the small sofa by the window, he enjoyed the night view outside for a while.

He suddenly realized that today was Friday again.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

Opened QQ and switched to his secondary account.

Immediately after, an unread message popped up.

It was sent two hours ago, very fresh.

Tang Song's fingertips paused, and he clicked on the chat box.

【Zhang Yan: "Just finished proofreading the last manuscript of the day; some frustrating things happened recently, and I couldn't help but want to talk to you again. I hope I didn't disturb you.

The company really has some problems; the reimbursement for this business trip has been delayed for a long time.

The leader said to let us pay for it first, so Lulu and I had no choice but to grit our teeth and stay in the cheapest budget hotel.

Lying in bed at night, I can always hear intermittent footsteps and whispers next door, just like the wind wandering in an old building.

This business trip isn't very long, but it's been exceptionally grueling.

In this strange city, I always think of Orange. I don't know if she's doing well at Lanlan's house, and if she'll be disliked because she eats too much.

Lulu has already started quietly sending out resumes, but there are very few replies on Boss Zhipin. She says she can't hold on much longer and wants to change to a more stable industry.

The current environment is bad, and everyone is fighting for jobs like copywriting and editing that anyone can do.

Moreover, AI is very powerful now, especially the large model just released by Qingning Technology, which is said to be able to imitate eighteen writing styles.

(It seems that anything named 'Qingning' is very powerful.)

Our leader said that it won't be long before this position might not be needed.

To be honest, I'm very scared in my heart.

Last week, I bought a 1985 Lijiang edition of "Snow Country" at a second-hand bookstore.

On the title page, the previous owner wrote the date and location—1992, Modu.

I don't know why, but this connection across time and space fascinates me.

Do you think that thirty years from now, someone will accidentally flip through the book I left behind and be curious about who this girl named Zhang Yan is?"】

This is the longest message Zhang Yan has ever sent so far.

Tang Song stared at the screen for a long time, and some kind of emotion seemed to be surging in his heart.

From between her lines, he could read her restlessness, ambition, longing, and yearning.

And her image became clearer and clearer in his heart.

In fact, after reading so many messages, he had long since outlined the appearance of this junior high school deskmate in his mind.

Real, and quiet.

Tang Song's gaze passed through the floor-to-ceiling window and looked toward the north.

After finishing the business in Xiangjiang, he would be going to Yangcheng.

Even if he didn't disturb this junior high school deskmate, perhaps he could find a way to give her some help, hoping she would live more happily in the future.

After being dazed for a while, Tang Song leaned on the sofa and picked up a book placed nearby to read.

I don't know how much time passed.

The sound of a hairdryer "whoosh-whoosh" came from the direction of the bathroom, followed by light footsteps, approaching him step by step.

Tang Song raised his head, his gaze stunned, his lips slightly parted.

Liu Qingning had changed into the white dress she wore when she video-chatted with him that day, soft and form-fitting, outlining her exquisite curves.

Her proud E-cup breasts made the dress fabric bulge high, and her fair, well-proportioned thighs were faintly visible under the hem.

The difference was that she wore twin tails today, pure to the point of being sweet.

A face that leaned toward being youthful, paired with a youthful hairstyle, yet she was wearing a dress with a slightly provocative meaning.

The contrast was so great that Tang Song's heart accelerated.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Qingning made a playful face and kicked toward him barefoot.

Unexpectedly, she was grabbed by the ankle by Tang Song.

Her feet were small and delicate, her toenails painted with transparent polish, her toe bones well-proportioned, and the arch of her feet soft and beautiful, like exquisitely crafted white porcelain.

Warm and soft, carrying the fragrance of having just taken a shower.

Tang Song rubbed them gently, his palms almost reluctant to let go.

"Oh, don't—it's so itchy!" Liu Qingning shrank her body and tried to break free, her giggles filled with shyness and coquetry.

As she twisted her body, the rise and fall of her chest suddenly became turbulent, ready to burst out.

Tang Song threw the book aside and pulled her ankle gently.

Liu Qingning gave a low cry, and her whole body tumbled, falling into his arms with unstable gravity.

Feeling his white moonlight's mature body, looking at her incomparably familiar face.

Tang Song's eyes were burning, his voice low: "You said before you wanted to let me see under the dress; I'm going to Xiangjiang tomorrow,

should I fulfill the agreement?"

In fact, until now, he had never truly seen her completely naked.

Every time they were intimate, it was either in the dim light of the quilt or through thin clothing.

The impulse in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

Liu Qingning pushed him with both hands, her eyes dodging: "I didn't promise you; I just asked you a question that day."

"But when you said that, your eyes meant exactly that."

Tang Song's hand exerted a little force.

Liu Qingning gave a low cry, her legs a bit weak, "I, I didn't mean that."

Tang Song looked into her eyes, "My dear girlfriend, let me see, okay?"

This sentence was as soft as a feather, stirring the heart of his white moonlight.

Liu Qingning's thick eyelashes trembled, and her cheeks instantly became scorching hot, as if ignited by fire, the heat gradually spreading from her cheeks to her earlobes.

The air seemed to stagnate for a few seconds.

She bit her lower lip, didn't look at him, her voice as thin as a mosquito's: "Aren't you afraid—I'll have a wardrobe malfunction."

Tang Song's eyes lit up.

"Buzz—" The electric curtains slowly closed, and the brilliant night view outside was isolated from the secret room.

Liu Qingning took two steps forward, her fingertips gently pressed the switch, and the main light went out.

Only the warm-colored ambient light in the corner remained, shining quietly.

She stood with her back to him, her slender shoulders slightly hunched, as if she were taking a deep breath, accumulating some kind of courage for herself.

A long time later, she finally turned around.

Her eyes wandered, but she didn't take half a step back.

Her hands gathered the lower edge of the dress, extremely slowly, bit by bit, pulling it upward.

The soft and firm waist, the flat lower abdomen, the smooth and delicate skin—everything, everything, under the dim light, outlined a breathtaking silhouette.