Chapter 572: The Wind of Xiangjiang (Daily Life)

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove out of West Kowloon Station, slowly moving forward along the clean and straight main road. The atmosphere inside the car was quiet, the temperature maintained at the most comfortable level, and outside the window was the moist and not-too-hot afternoon sun of Xiangjiang.

On the right side of the back row, Tang Song leaned back in the leather seat, his fingers slowly flipping through the documents.

On the left, Lin Mu leaned forward slightly and asked softly, "Mr. Tang, would you like to drink some water? Or a beverage?"

"Water is fine."

Lin Mu took a glass-bottled water from the temperature-controlled storage cabinet with light movements, thoughtfully unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

Just as Tang Song took it, his palm was lightly grabbed by her soft fingertips.

Raising his head, he saw Lin Mu's watery eyes.

Bright and enthusiastic, like a bay of spring water.

Tang Song chuckled and winked at her.

Lin Mu's slender legs under her trousers moved slightly, and even though she was calm, it was as if her whole body was speaking.

Clearly, after not seeing him for a few days, Seeing Xiao Xue was about to melt into water again.

He tilted his head and took a sip of water, Lin Mu naturally took the bottle, then pulled out a warm wet wipe, and gently and focusedly wiped his palms for him.

Her movements were skillful and thoughtful.

"According to your requirements, the hotel booked is the executive suite at the Four Seasons. In addition, I have already booked lunch at Lung King Heen,

and selected some dishes according to your taste, you can take a look later to see if there is anything you want to change."

At the tip of his nose was the alluring perfume scent on her body, her fingertips were delicate, and in his ears was her gentle and soft voice.

It made Tang Song, who had just arrived in a strange city, instantly relax.

A smile that couldn't be hidden appeared in his eyes.

Seeing him this time, Seeing Xiao Xue truly gave him a big surprise, she had matured a lot, and was clearly more diligent and responsible. Compared to the Seeing Xiao Xue of the past, this version of her was finally starting to look like a usable assistant.

It seems that arranging Shen Yu to come in was indeed the right move.

The system's partner cultivation plan was to make her a qualified joint assistant in the future, working in parallel for the long term.

Precisely switching between public affairs and private services without making mistakes.

With the stimulation of Shen Yu, it could greatly accelerate her growth speed.

Of course, during this period, Tang Song had to maintain a delicate balance, allowing the two assistants to develop a sense of competition.

Subsequently, Lin Mu handed her phone over again, which had the pre-prepared menu list on it.

She leaned gently against his side, snuggling against his arm, introducing the dishes and flavors one by one, her breath like orchids.

And at this moment, Shen Yu, sitting in the front passenger seat, watched this scene silently through the rearview mirror.

Several times she opened her mouth wanting to insert a schedule report or data supplement, but never found a suitable opportunity.

From late last night to this morning, she had repeatedly studied that industry-shattering news countless times.

Until now, she hadn't finished digesting that kind of shock.

Facing Tang Song again, a kind of unspeakable awe suddenly arose in her heart.

Before, because of Xu Qing, Lin Mu, Shen Yu, alumni status, etc., she always subconsciously placed Tang Song at a lower level.

Now she truly realized that she had underestimated him a lot, a lot.

That night at the "Investor's Night," although Ms. Kate praised Tang Song, her demeanor always had a kind of high-and-mighty arrogance, and she even wanted to poach her later.

She also privately checked, and there were many rumors on the foreign internet saying that this Ms. Kate was a "lesbian" and not interested in men.

Which caused her to have some misjudgments.

Now it seems that the relationship between him and Anne Kate is definitely not as simple as she thought.

Lover? Girlfriend? Fiancée?

As one of the heirs to a top American financial group and co-founder of Jingwu Capital, Anne Kate indeed possessed the ability to promote the landing of a 10-billion mother fund.

This aroused a strong desire for voyeurism in her.

But at the same time, deep in her heart, there was a near-instinctive restraint.

The two rubbed against each other, making her heart itch.

Ten minutes later.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the Four Seasons Hotel drop-off area.

The front desk manager, who had been waiting for a long time, waited respectfully in place, and upon seeing the license plate, walked up quickly.

Personally guiding them through the lobby, into the exclusive elevator, straight to the 42nd floor.

Pushing open the suite door.

What came into view was a 228-square-meter noble executive suite, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows on three sides, with an extremely open view.

To the east was the shimmering Weigang, to the west was the bustling Central financial tower cluster, and to the north was the dense buildings of Kowloon and the skyline.

Magnificent and busy.

Being in it, Tang Song felt a metropolitan tension rushing towards him.

He stood in front of the north-facing floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze sweeping across the dense building cluster in Kowloon, finally settling on the Mid-Levels area.

He hadn't forgotten that he still had a luxury mansion waiting to be received there.

But he wasn't in a hurry for the time being.

For one thing, it would definitely need some tidying up before moving in, and for another, this hotel suite was adjacent to the Rongliu Capital headquarters, safe and convenient.

His next main task was to land the capital injection of this 10-billion US dollar mother fund.

These funds were not purely "symbolic," but to enhance his influence and social status.

Next, there would be a series of substantive equity acquisition plans, such as Guyu Biology, Tang Zong Entertainment, and Yunxi Real Estate, rapidly amplifying his influence in multiple core industries.

The previously rewarded equity in Qingning Technology and Tang Zong Entertainment were all conducted in his personal name.

However, at this level, if equity in numerous well-known enterprises were given to him directly, it would be equivalent to exposing him entirely, and would also attract regulatory attention.

11:50 AM.

The three walked out of the executive suite and took the elevator straight to Lung King Heen on the fourth floor.

This was also the world's first Michelin three-star Chinese restaurant, famous for Cantonese cuisine.

Inside the restaurant, dark wood trim and modern Chinese decor were cleverly integrated, the environment elegant and atmospheric.

Approaching noon, there were already quite a few people in the restaurant.

Under the respectful guidance of the waiter, the three came to a window seat.

From the window, one could overlook the Weigang skyline, while inside was a luxurious and quiet dining atmosphere.

The first to come up were three appetizer dim sums, Abalone and Chicken Puff, Dragon Prince Steamed Dumpling, and Pine Nut Char Siu Pineapple Bun.

All were for three people.

The plating was exquisite, and the portions were very small.

Under Lin Mu's suggestion, Tang Song first picked up a piece of Abalone and Chicken Puff.

The rich aroma rushed to his nose, and the moment it entered his mouth, the pastry crust made a light "crack" between his teeth, followed by the soft, waxy, and tender abalone and the salty, fragrant, and mellow chicken bits, with distinct layers and a rich texture.

Tang Song narrowed his eyes slightly, immersed in the pleasure brought by the taste.

Subsequently, main courses, seafood, staples, and desserts were served one after another.

The serving rhythm was precisely grasped, neither hurried nor neglectful.

Every dish was delivered to him at the perfect temperature and in its best state.

Since he started being self-disciplined, Tang Song rarely focused on "eating" like this, but this meal seemed to have awakened his taste buds.

The pleasure derived from food, like ripples, spread from his mouth to his nerves.

Lin Mu, who had entered her home turf, was radiant and beaming.

She softly explained the ingredient sources and flavor pairings of each dish, some details even the waiter hadn't mentioned.

Her perfume was newly changed, a light grapefruit scent, under the afternoon sun, carrying a trace of clear, sweet maturity.

Making Tang Song's mood even more pleasant.

Shen Yu sat on the opposite side, watching the interaction between the two silently.

Occasionally meeting Lin Mu's gaze, she could see some pride and confidence in the other's eyes.

In this regard, she was indeed far inferior to the "fake socialite," unable to interject at all, at most echoing a few sentences.

Lunch lasted for nearly an hour and a half.

Tang Song had a good appetite and ate heartily, and when he left Lung King Heen, he felt refreshed.

Returning to the suite, they rested for a while and chatted.

Lin Mu started to pack his luggage in an orderly manner, hanging the change of clothes into the walk-in closet according to texture and purpose.

Her movements were skillful and efficient.

Shen Yu sat on the long sofa opposite Tang Song, her legs together, back straight, and started a brief work report.

Hip-hugging skirt, black silk stockings, small suit.

The current school beauty Shen had completely entered the role of a special assistant, full of the charm of a professional woman.

In the past few days, she had maintained communication with Tang Song almost every day, taking the initiative to undertake project progress management and reorganizing the execution status of all the company's existing investment cases.

Trying to help Tang Song establish a clear, controllable collaboration process to better control the company.

In this regard, she was indeed very outstanding.

And it just happened to hit Tang Song's needs.

He had taken over Rongliu Capital for a long time, but this was his first time coming to the headquarters.

With such an assistant following, everything was clear, and he could quickly enter a working state.

Tang Song looked at this Assistant Shen, then looked at Assistant Lin who was busy in the direction of the bedroom.

The corners of his lips lifted, and a pleasant smile appeared in his eyes.

The two had a clear division of labor, one thoughtful and meticulous, one logically rigorous, not interfering with each other, yet both revolving around him.

It indeed greatly improved his efficiency.

Of course, most importantly, both were very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

"Tap tap tap—" elegant footsteps approached slowly.

Lin Mu walked to Tang Song's side, her voice soft, "Mr. Tang, you've worked hard on your journey, I've booked a spa at the Four Seasons Hotel for you to have a full-body relaxation. It just so happens that I have to attend a social dinner for LVMH tonight, and I also need to do some care. So I booked a couple's package to accompany you."

Her voice paused, looking at Shen Yu, somewhat regretfully, "Sorry, Shirley, the hotel doesn't have a suitable triple room. I'll invite you to do care separately another day."

Shen Yu's eyes twitched imperceptibly, her face still wearing a proper smile, "It's okay, you guys go ahead."

"..."

A man and a woman having a spa together, or body care—she and Tang Song were far from being that intimate.

As for "a threesome with Lin Mu"?

Just imagining it made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Too messy!

However... if it were her old best friend Qingqing...

She glanced at the lazy and handsome man opposite, her heart jumped, and her cheeks quietly flushed with a trace of redness.

Hmm, it's not entirely impossible, right?

She licked her lips lightly, covering up the thoughts that surged up, stood up and said: "Mr. Tang, then I'll go communicate with the company executives first to arrange the work schedule for you."

"Hmm, go ahead."

Shen Yu nodded at him, then nodded slightly to indicate to Lin Mu, and turned to walk out.

Walking to the door, she paused, and habitually looked back.

She saw Lin Mu already sitting on Tang Song's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, twisting her waist slowly there, unscrupulously kissing his cheeks.

Tang Song leaned back against the sofa, his hand already disappeared into her clothes.

Shen Yu gritted her teeth, cursed "slut" under her breath, and pushed the door open to leave on tiptoe.

Returning to the suite downstairs.

Shen Yu took off her coat, opened her laptop, and continued to organize the documents.

Her fingertips tapped rapidly on the keyboard, her efficiency as high as ever.

But her heartbeat couldn't slow down no matter what.

For her, power was the sexiest coat for a man.

If it could also be matched with a good skin, that would be perfect.

The current Tang Song was the top-tier existence.

There was a charm on him that was between nobility and danger.

His attraction to her was simply comparable to a "succubus."

Just being by his side was like being shrouded in an addictive aura.

Shen Yu clamped her legs together, her black silk stockings rubbing lightly, bringing a wonderful touch.

Thoughts surged in her mind.

Subsequently, her eyes flickered.

Lin Mu had to attend the LVMH social dinner tonight, she had to leave after four o'clock, and it was estimated she wouldn't be back until very late.

This was a rare good opportunity to be alone with Tang Song.

She had to prepare well.

5:00 PM.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Weigang was shrouded in a layer of golden-orange twilight.

Tang Song leaned halfway on the single sofa, holding a book in his hand, his posture lazy, but his eyes were quiet and focused.

The spa at the Four Seasons Hotel indeed lived up to its reputation, and the whole set of processes made him feel that every cell in his body had received comprehensive relaxation and stretching.

It was as if his body had been completely reset, and even his thoughts became exceptionally clear.

"Ding ling ling—" the phone rang suddenly.

【Shen Yu】

Tang Song answered the phone casually, "Hello, Shirley."

"Mr. Tang, Luna has already left the hotel, are you—free now?"

"Uh, I'm free." Tang Song's mouth lifted, and he closed the book page casually.

"The weather is great today, and it's the weekend, why not take a night tour of Xiangjiang? Let me take you to experience the local customs, and by the way, taste some authentic food?"

"Okay, sounds good."

He had originally planned to go out for a stroll and have a meal with this school beauty tonight.

He didn't expect the other party to take the initiative to invite him.

"Then we—when shall we set off?"

"Anytime is fine."

As soon as the words fell.

"Dong dong dong—" a gentle knock on the door rang out.

Shen Yu's slightly playful voice came from the receiver: "Then I'll trouble Mr. Tang to open the door."

Tang Song chuckled, hung up the phone, got up, and opened the door.

Outside the door, Shen Yu was standing there prettily.

She had changed out of her capable professional attire, wearing comfortable sneakers, slim-fit jeans, a white tight-fitting base shirt, and a light blue sun-protection shirt over it.

Her whole person looked fresh and clean, full of youthful vitality, completely different from the rigorous and professional special assistant in the afternoon.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, shall we set off?" Shen Yu tilted her head slightly, smiled at him, her body overflowing with an alluring and vigorous vitality.

"Let's go!"

Walking out of the Four Seasons Hotel gate, a gentle wind rushed towards them, carrying a salty dampness.

Tang Song asked with great interest: "Where do you plan to go? Any special plans, Assistant Shen?"

Shen Yu suddenly stopped, turned slightly, and stood in front of him.

"Mr. Tang," her tone was serious but carried just the right amount of playfulness, "Although our company doesn't force clocking in, it also pays attention to working hours, right? Today is already Saturday evening, I didn't sign a contract of indenture, and you, should also go offline from the boss's role and rest."

Tang Song was stunned, seemingly understanding what she wanted to say, and cooperated with a smile: "Of course, no problem, Yu Yan."

A trace of cunning success appeared in Shen Yu's eyes, "Let's go Tang Song, let's take the Xiangjiang subway once, go go go."

She waved her hand forward casually, her pace as light as a gust of wind, like a classmate going to the night market on campus.

Tang Song looked at her back, his lips smiling, and followed with his long legs.

The two shuttled through the crowd as the lights came on, walking all the way from the luxurious and quiet Four Seasons Hotel to the bustling Sheung Wan.

Shen Yu had clearly done her homework, knowing the route like the back of her hand, from time to time pointing at some street scene, telling a few relaxed and interesting local gossip.

Chatting and laughing, the two swiped their cards and entered the subway station.

The subway carriage on the Island Line was clean and bright, and in the slight swaying, it soon arrived at the first stop of this trip—Causeway Bay.

As soon as they walked out of the subway exit, the most real and noisy night scene of this city rushed towards them.

Hazy yellow light covered the narrow streets and alleys, colorful neon signs flickered, and the air was filled with the mixed aroma of various foods, like a Hong Kong-style movie that had just begun.

Shen Yu led him through several twists and turns, passing through several alleys where pedestrians were shoulder to shoulder, finally stopping in front of a slightly old building.

"We're here!" She pointed to the floor with lights on upstairs, and without a word, pulled his arm and walked upstairs.

Pushing open the door, a familiar smoky atmosphere rushed towards them.

The environment inside was simple, plastic tables and chairs, but it was bursting with popularity, basically all locals speaking Cantonese, voices rising and falling, the sound of pots and spatulas stir-frying constantly.

The two finally sat down at a window seat with great difficulty.

After discussing for a while, they ordered a few signature dishes, and Shen Yu didn't forget to add two bottles of San Miguel beer at the end.

Soon, the beer was served first.

She didn't use a glass either, directly lifting the glass bottle, looking at him with a smile in her eyes: "Cheers!"

"Cheers."

Two beer bottles collided crisply in the air with a "clink."

Shen Yu tilted her head and took a big gulp, a few strands of hair on her forehead slightly lifted, her whole person appearing exceptionally relaxed and real.

Not long after, the dishes were served one after another, mainly authentic Cantonese cuisine and Hong Kong-style roast meat.

The colors were enthusiastic, and the aroma was enticing.

Tang Song especially liked the honey-glazed char siu and that plate of dry-fried beef ho fun full of "wok hei."

Shen Yu ate heartily while introducing the history of this shop to him.

"At the most, there were thousands of dai pai dongs in Hong Kong, now only twenty-something are left. The license control is too strict, many old brands have been eliminated."

"This shop has a history of more than 50 years, the reviews are very good."

At this moment, Shen Yu seemed to have completely changed into a different person. She had less of the cautiousness and probing of her usual self, and more of the confident and flamboyant school beauty look from her university days, her eyes clear and bright, full of spirit.

Tang Song looked at her, somewhat distracted. After finishing this meal full of fireworks, the two transferred along the Island Line all the way, arriving at the tourist-packed Tsim Sha Tsui.

At the entrance of Lan Fong Yuen on the B1 floor of Chungking Mansions, a long queue had already formed.

Saturday night after 7 o'clock, it was surging with crowds, tourists and locals all came to check in.

After waiting for a full twenty minutes, they finally got a cup of takeaway silk stocking milk tea.

Shen Yu lowered her head and took a "slurp," her eyes brightened, and she directly handed the straw to Tang Song's mouth, "Tang Song, hurry and taste it, it's really delicious."

Tang Song obediently lowered his head, bit the straw, and took a sip.

The rich tea aroma and smooth milk flavor blended perfectly in his mouth, and the sweetness was just right, indeed living up to its reputation.

The two shared a cup of milk tea just like that, strolling on the bustling and noisy streets.

The crisscrossing neon lights stretched their shadows long and short, and beside them was the surging crowd and noisy city sounds.

Shen Yu pointed at the street scenes along the way, talking enthusiastically about all kinds of information and interesting anecdotes she knew.

Occasionally when talking about some private dirty jokes, she would stand on tiptoe, lean into his ear, and whisper them with her breath like orchids.

The faint ambiguous atmosphere always made Tang Song's heart ripple inexplicably.

They passed through several streets, walked into the waterfront promenade at the southernmost tip of the Kowloon Peninsula, not far away was the famous Avenue of Stars, Weigang reflecting the bright lights on both sides, on the sea, the sound of cruise ship horns came from afar, accompanied by the gentle sea breeze, beautiful as a dream.

The two walked slowly along the shore, their steps consistent, chatting easily.

The topic, somehow, turned from the customs of Xiangjiang to their alma mater.

Looking at the former school beauty beside him, listening to her talk about the various past events of Yancheng University of Science and Technology.

Tang Song's thoughts seemed to be instantly pulled back to those green university days.

Playground, library, classroom, cafeteria—scene after scene of familiar scenes flashed back in his mind.

Chatting and chatting, the two somehow had a disagreement over the price of the clay pot rice noodles in the first cafeteria.

Shen Yu insisted very firmly that it was 7 yuan a bowl.

Tang Song clearly remembered it was 8 yuan.

The two "argued" while walking, their tone not high, but the atmosphere gradually became somewhat confrontational.

Shen Yu's footsteps suddenly stopped, looking at him with an unconvinced face: "How about we make a bet?"

"Bet on what?" Tang Song looked at her curiously.

Shen Yu bit her lip, using a joking tone: "If you're wrong, let me kiss you, how about it? Big handsome guy."

Hearing this, Tang Song almost laughed out loud, "Then what if you're wrong?"

"Hmm—" Shen Yu deliberately dragged out a long sound, pretending to think for a moment, "Then—then also let you kiss me once."

Tang Song held back his laughter, saying seriously: "Sounds fair, bet!"

"OK!"

Shen Yu snapped her fingers with great interest, and took out her phone from her pocket with a dashing movement.

Found a phone number, dialed it directly, and pressed the speaker button.

"Beep beep beep—"

A cute and soft voice came from the speaker: "Hello? Yan Yan, didn't you say you were busy with big things, why did you suddenly call me again."

Hearing the familiar voice.

Tang Song's heart jumped, his expression slightly unnatural.

"Qingqing." Shen Yu looked into Tang Song's eyes and smiled: "Let me ask you, how much is a bowl of clay pot rice noodles in our first cafeteria?"

Xu Qing paused, confused: "Uh—8 yuan, why ask this suddenly?"

"Nothing, you continue coding, hanging up."

"Crazy," Xu Qing complained, and hung up the phone directly.

Shen Yu put away her phone, patted her forehead in annoyance, "Done, done, the slap in the face was so crisp."

She sighed slightly, turned her head, looked into Tang Song's eyes, and leaned in slowly.

Her eyes flashed with light, like the brightest star in the night.

The fresh perfume scent became clearer and clearer as she approached.

The light blue shirt on Shen Yu's body bulged slightly in the evening breeze, revealing the tight white camisole inside, the full chest curve ready to come out, the tight lines of her abdomen faintly visible, her whole body exuding a thick, healthy sexual tension.

Shen Yu raised her exquisite chin slightly, her tone carrying a trace of the boldness of losing a bet: "Qingqing is our Yancheng Tech's number one foodie, in this regard, her memory is better than anyone's. Since I was wrong, then I admit defeat."

Looking at this school beauty face close at hand, Tang Song's heartbeat started to accelerate, and accelerate again.

You know, the one on the phone just now was his own coser girlfriend, and also Shen Yu's best friend.

Poor Qingqing, instantly became a part of their game.

This feeling was exceptionally stimulating.

It had to be said, in creating an atmosphere, School Beauty Shen was really too good.

Understatedly pushing the atmosphere to the critical point.

The wind blew from Weigang, carrying a salty and damp breath, mixed with the sound of traffic and noisy crowds in the distance, and the faint fragrance on her body.

Tang Song took half a step forward, his fingers gently supporting her chin.

Lowered his head, approached.

Shen Yu trembled slightly, then closed her eyes.

Her lips were soft, warm, carrying the slight sweetness of the milk tea she had just drunk, and also her own unique breath.

Sister Qingqing, alluring.

Like a mint cigarette slowly ignited by a spark in the deep night.

Tang Song's fingers slowly slid onto the back of her neck, feeling the delicate temperature coming from her skin.

Shen Yu let out a barely audible light "hmm" from her throat.

The most wonderful state of ambiguity, probably is—

You know that something will definitely happen between you, but you don't know when it will happen. ===== CHAPTER 573 =====