Chapter 575: Provoking

6:00 AM, the alarm clock rang on time.

Yao Lingling reached out from under the quilt and skillfully pressed the reminder on the phone screen.

She muttered to herself: "Time to get up~"

She rubbed her eyes, lifted the quilt, and sat up.

The late autumn air carried a clear coolness, causing goosebumps to rise on her exposed skin.

She subconsciously pulled the collar of her pajamas and shivered, and the sleepiness was driven away by this coolness.

She quickly opened her phone, her fingertips skillfully sliding across the screen.

Search, confirm, and then click on the pinned WeChat chat box.

On the screen, the cursor jumped lightly.

【Lingling: "(*^▽^*) Good morning little brother, today is October 30th, Monday, Xiangjiang is cloudy to sunny, temperature 20~26°C. Outfit suggestions are as follows..."】

After sending the message, she put down the phone, a satisfied smile lifting the corners of her mouth.

When something becomes a habit, it gradually has a sustenance, and she always feels that doing this will bring her closer to him.

And Tang Song would also reply to her messages every day, chatting with her for a while.

Changing into gym clothes, she came to the living room and turned on the ceiling light.

Yao Lingling laid out the yoga mat, set the tablet opposite, and opened the bookmarked "Advanced Glute and Leg Training Course."

Single-leg Romanian deadlifts, resistance band squat sprints, weighted glute bridges, high knees connected to burpees—

In the living room, only her increasingly rapid breathing and the dull sound of her body contacting the floor remained.

Sweat soon soaked the hair on her forehead, sliding down her cheeks, the soreness of muscles and the burning sensation of sweat made her clench her teeth, but she also felt a kind of hearty pleasure.

Fitness ended, she washed up.

Returning to the bedroom, she walked lightly to the desk and picked up a clothing design draft.

Looking at the windbreaker on the paper with sharp lines and full details, a brilliant light erupted in her eyes.

This was her first work at Songmei Apparel, and it was finally completed.

After a long period of accumulation and attempts, and incorporating the vivid and lively mood board inspiration she saw on Wen Ruan that day.

She finally found the "soul" of the "urban female power" that she had been looking for—sharp, free, and carrying a sense of power.

Throughout the weekend, she almost didn't leave the house, immersing herself in the world of creation, and finally finished the last bit of work. This was her first work at Songmei Apparel, and also her first "signature" as a designer in the true sense.

From integrating inspiration, determining the core elements of the series, to choosing fabrics and accessories, and finally to the final pattern making, every link was completed by her independently.

She was full of confidence in her work, unprecedentedly confident.

"Ding dong—" the WeChat notification sounded.

Yao Lingling picked up the phone that was charging, and instantly beamed with joy.

【Tang Song: "Already changed clothes according to your outfit suggestions, worthy of being a professional fashion designer, very great."】

【Tang Song: Selfie. jpg】

Clicking on the photo, looking at Tang Song who was handsome and had stars in his eyes, Yao Lingling's heart raced.

Yao Lingling's cheeks flushed involuntarily, and her fingertips jumped rapidly on the screen.

She replied: "(3) Wow, senior is so handsome, too much elite style, haha."

【Tang Song: Let me see yours (Emoji)】

Yao Lingling bit her lip, quickly pulled open the wardrobe, first took a thicker bra, then took a butt-lifting pants, and changed quickly.

Looking in the mirror, a burst of secret joy in her heart.

The effort was not in vain after all, her current waist-to-hip ratio could be called perfect, as long as she wore tight pants, the head-turning rate on the street was extremely high.

Even in the Yunxi Building, she would be approached from time to time.

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, adjusted the angle, and confidently took a full-body photo to share.

Waited for a moment.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

【Tang Song: "(Like) Not bad, the body is really good, the training marks are clear, one look and you know the core strength is very stable, keep it up."】

Yao Lingling's mouth lifted in a big arc, replying: "I feel like I've hit a bottleneck now, senior is a fitness expert now, have time to give me some pointers later."

【Tang Song: "No problem, when I return to Yancheng."】

Yao Lingling instantly felt sweet.

Subsequently, her heart jumped slightly, turning to look at the design draft on the table, a bold idea quietly surfaced in her mind.

She gritted her teeth and typed slowly: 【 "By the way senior, my first work is completed, and it will enter the sample production stage today. It will definitely be on sale before Double 11, this is my 'painstaking' work, if it can sell well, shouldn't you, the boss, give some reward? (#wink)" 】

A single-item premiere GMV breaking 2 million was definitely a big hit at Songmei Apparel.

Yao Lingling's performance was linked to commissions, and there were also hit-style ladder bonuses, and the year-end bonus was at least three months' worth.

This doubling brought a very considerable salary increase, enough for her to afford a decent car.

Struggling for a moment, Yao Lingling gathered her courage and replied: 【 " (#playful) Money is fine, lest colleagues have opinions. How about this senior, if the GMV can break 4 million, you fulfill a wish of mine, how about it?" 】

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

【Tang Song: "Looks like Lingling is very confident, okay, no problem!"】

Yao Lingling took a deep breath, brilliant light blooming in her eyes.

She was indeed very confident, as a professional fashion designer, she also had a deep understanding of the market and knew how excellent this windbreaker of hers was.

Most importantly, it was the Double 11 shopping festival soon, plus He Yiyi's rising popularity.

She was very confident in creating a big hit.

As for that wish... Yao Lingling bit her lip, a shy blush appearing on her face.

8:10 AM.

Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel.

"Morning, Brother Zhang."

"Morning."

Yao Lingling carried her tote bag and walked into the office lightly.

The office area in the early morning looked somewhat deserted, with only a few scattered figures busy at their desks.

Immediately after, a sexy back came into view.

A white tight-fitting base shirt paired with high-waisted jeans outlined the graceful curves to the fullest, which was exceptionally eye-catching.

Yao Lingling's face bloomed with a bright smile, "Qiuqiu, good morning!"

Hearing the shout, Cheng Qiuqiu stopped and turned her head, a trace of softness appearing on her cold face, "Lingling, morning."

However, before she could finish speaking, Yao Lingling had already pounced on her like an enthusiastic little bird, hugging her heavily.

"Haven't seen you for two days, missed you so much! Wow, you smell so good."

Cheng Qiuqiu's body stiffened subconsciously, her face somewhat unnatural.

For this kind of intimate physical contact, she was still not very accustomed to it.

Of course, there was one exception.

The two chatted simply for a few words, and Yao Lingling pulled her to make a cup of coffee, and discussed recent design problems by the way, returning to the desk.

Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head and took a sip of warm coffee, but a trace of imperceptible longing flashed in the bottom of her eyes.

She hadn't seen Tang Song for several days.

The scenes in Zhuxi

Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head and took a sip of warm coffee, but a trace of imperceptible longing quietly flashed in the depths of her eyes.

She hadn't seen Tang Song for several days.

The scenes from the Zhuxi residential complex before always uncontrollably surged into her mind, causing strange ripples to stir in her heart.

Even though she knew his relationship with the senior, she couldn't help but want to get close to him and miss him.

She sighed softly, opened her computer, and threw her chaotic thoughts into her work.

Tang Song's "brand cultivation" plan on Xiaohongshu was still in full swing, and the next step was "the choice of brand courier packaging."

She had already completed three packaging designs with different styles, and now she needed to organize them into exquisite pictures, making it convenient for Tang Song to post them on his Xiaohongshu notes.

Nowadays, this cultivation series has extremely high popularity, and under every note are enthusiastic discussions from netizens.

In the gaps of her work, she would also habitually click into the "April" fan group, high-intensity lurking, and occasionally replying.

The group owner, "Su Yu's April," was also exceptionally active, always sparing no effort to campaign for her own options.

Cheng Qiuqiu had chatted with the other party many times and could clearly feel that she was absolutely a fanatical fan of "April" and also extremely knowledgeable about Su Yu.

This gave her a feeling of mutual appreciation; the two had now added each other as WeChat friends and often communicated.

She could be considered one of her few internet friends.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—" The phone suddenly vibrated.

【Mom】

Cheng Qiuqiu's originally relaxed brows subconsciously furrowed.

After hesitating for a moment, she picked up her phone and walked to a corner position by the window.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Qiuqiu, what are you busy with?" The voice of her mother, Li Meihua, came from the other end of the phone with a heavy Sichuan accent.

"At work." Cheng Qiuqiu's voice was as cold as ever, with no discernible emotion.

"Oh, oh, have you eaten?"

"I have."

Li Meihua asked a few more questions about whether she was healthy and if work was tiring.

Cheng Qiuqiu responded briefly one by one, her tone so calm it was almost indifferent.

"You're so busy with work, and I've been very idle lately, so I want to go to Yancheng to stay for a while and take good care of you, is that okay?"

"Don't come!"

After a brief silence, Li Meihua's voice suddenly became somewhat probing, "I'm asking you, Qiuqiu, tell me honestly, are you dating someone?"

The fingertips Cheng Qiuqiu used to hold the phone tightened abruptly, her heart feeling as if it had been pricked by something.

"No." Her voice was icy: "Who did you hear that from? Brother Junfeng?"

"Oh my... who would I hear that from! It's just that I've been having this dream these past two days, and since you won't let me go to Yancheng, I'm just guessing." Li Meihua suddenly changed her tone, appearing somewhat urgent, "Let me tell you, Qiuqiu, you're out there alone, keep your eyes peeled, you hear?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's face darkened, and she didn't say a word.

The voice on the other end of the phone became increasingly urgent, bombarding her like a machine gun: "Those boys out there have too many tricks up their sleeves! You're so innocent and pretty, don't get cheated by someone! Especially those with oily tongues, full of bad intentions—"

"Don't you worry about my business!"

"What?!" Li Meihua's voice turned sharp, "What kind of attitude is that! I'm your mother! If I don't worry about you, who will? I worked so hard to raise you—"

"Beep, beep—"

Cheng Qiuqiu hung up the phone directly, her hand holding the phone trembling slightly.

Her face was pale, and her chest was heaving violently.

Always like this! It's always been like this!

She could develop psychological and physiological problems not just because of her grandmother's passing; this so-called mother had also brought her indelible psychological trauma.

From childhood to adulthood, she clearly didn't care much about her, yet she always used the name of "for your own good" to carry out endless questioning, scrutiny, and nitpicking.

Ever since she started college, although her mother seemed to have changed a lot, the control in her bones had never truly disappeared.

Above her head, the 【Dream Flower Seed】 emitted a rich emerald light, shaking violently.

Yangcheng.

The crowded Metro Line 1 slowly stopped at Nongjiangsuo Station. Zhang Yan hugged her backpack tightly in front of her, like an inconspicuous water droplet, merging into the surging crowd, and was squeezed out of the carriage along with the flow of people.

After walking around the subway station for quite a while, she walked out of the exit, and what greeted her was the unique hustle and bustle of the city, mixed with exhaust fumes and the aroma of food.

Continuing to walk north for about five or six minutes, she finally arrived at the Huiming Building where the company was located.

Every morning, she spent about 40 minutes commuting.

This was a very ordinary office building, appearing slightly old against the backdrop of the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Shucheng Technology was located on the 7th floor here, with an office area of only over 300 square meters.

The most eye-catching thing inside was a partition bookshelf, on which books published or promoted by the company in recent years were neatly arranged.

On one side of the bookshelf was the boss's tightly closed office door, and on the other side was the slightly crowded open-plan office area divided by low partitions.

Zhang Yan walked to her workstation, took a rag from the drawer, wiped the desktop carefully, and watered the tenacious pothos in the corner.

Only then did she start to busy herself with her head down.

At 10 AM, the sound of keyboard typing in the office was incessant.

A short, chubby figure walked out of the boss's office quickly and stopped right next to her workstation.

"Zhang Yan," the slightly oily voice of her leader, Bai Rui, sounded, "How is the recommendation draft for 'The Sea of Whale Fall' coming along? The channels are waiting for it."

Zhang Yan's shoulders subconsciously shrank, and she hurriedly switched the document window to the front, "I'm adjusting the last few paragraphs, it'll be ready soon."

There weren't many copy editors in the company, and everyone had a pile of complicated work on their hands.

She had just returned from a business trip two days ago, and this draft was something she had rushed out by staying up late and working overtime, sacrificing her entire weekend rest time.

"Mm, good, you submit it to the backend first, and I'll pre-review it."

Zhang Yan looked at Bai Rui's round face, wanting to speak but hesitating, "Brother Bai—"

Lulu had gone for an interview this morning and specifically entrusted her to find an opportunity to ask the leader when the business trip expenses from last week could be reimbursed.

Because it was already the end of the month, if the receipts couldn't be submitted in these two days, this reimbursement would be delayed until the month after next—by then, the company might have gone bankrupt.

"What's wrong?" Bai Rui's gaze swept over, a hint of impatience already appearing between his brows.

Zhang Yan's fingers tightened under the table, her voice unconsciously dropping a few decibels: "It's just the business trip Lulu and I took last week—"

"Oh, that." Bai Rui interrupted her immediately, waving his hand dismissively, "The draft for that business trip isn't urgent; just give it to me before the 3rd of next month."

After finishing, he turned around and walked away without looking back.

Zhang Yan's lips parted, a look of gloom flashing in her eyes, but she ultimately didn't say anything and continued to work with her head down.

Near noon.

Zhang Yan had just walked out of the restroom when she saw Lulu walking quickly from the direction of the elevator.

"Lulu, how did it go—on your side?"

"Come on, let's go over there and talk." Lulu grabbed her arm and pulled her into the smoke-filled stairwell without explanation.

At noon, the two came to 8 1/2 Otto e Mezzo BOMBANA, known as the "best Italian restaurant in Asia."

This was also one of the few legendary Michelin three-star restaurants in Xiangjiang that had remained stable for years.

Relying on the joint credit black card, Lin Mu successfully booked the most noble "Chef's Table" in the restaurant, as well as a seasonal limited feast themed around top-tier white truffles.

After filming a few segments of material, Tang Song immersed himself in the pleasure of food.

1:50 PM.

The two had just walked out of the restaurant gate.

"Ding ling ling"

The phone rang.

【Luo Bin】

Tang Song answered the phone casually, whispering: "Hello, Luo Bin."

"Hmm, okay."

"See you later, bye."

The short call ended.

Tang Song looked up and saw Lin Mu's inquiring gaze.

He smiled mysteriously, "Let's go Seeing Xiao Xue, there is a very important thing to arrange for you next."

Lin Mu was slightly stunned, her curiosity growing deeper.

Walking out of Loke Yew Hall.

The Rolls-Royce started again.

The car drove out of the bustling Central, passed through the undersea tunnel of West Kowloon, crossed the magnificent Tsing Ma Bridge, and drove straight into the outlying islands area far from the city.

Finally, it drove steadily into the Hong Kong Business Aviation Centre (HACTC).

Looking at the strange area around, as well as the huge Hong Kong International Airport not far away, a thick doubt flashed in Lin Mu's eyes.

Could it be that the "very important thing" Tang Song mentioned was related to flights and airplanes?

The car stopped slowly in the drop-off area of a low-key office building.

Several staff members wearing administrative uniforms had been waiting here for a long time.

Seeing the vehicle Tang Song was riding in arrive, they immediately walked up quickly and opened the car door respectfully.

Passing through an exclusive passage with tight security, they entered a private and luxurious reception hall.

Several people were standing in the hall, all in suits and leather shoes, with extraordinary temperaments.

Lin Mu was very familiar with the person in the lead, it was that member of the Confluent Capital Committee, Lawyer Luo Bin.

"Mr. Tang." Luo Bin walked up quickly and shook hands with Tang Song enthusiastically.

After exchanging pleasantries,

Luo Bin started to introduce the others beside him to him.

"Hello Mr. Tang, I am the President of the Xiangjiang Branch of Kate Bank, Lai Yating."

"Hello Mr. Tang, I am the representative of the Hong Kong Business Aviation Centre, Chen Yingshan."

"I am the Client Relationship Director of VistaJet, you can call me Noah, it is a great honor to provide you with service."

Hearing the keyword "VistaJet," Lin Mu's eyes trembled.

When she was planning the itinerary to London before, she had specifically studied the prices and services of business jets, so she was naturally familiar with the world's top private aviation operator, VistaJet.

This company provided top-tier business jet charter services, and its route network covered more than 190 countries and regions around the world.

Could it be that Tang Song intended to lease a business jet?

Just as she was thinking to herself.

Luo Bin spoke again: "Mr. Tang, the hangar side has been prepared, and acceptance can be carried out at any time."

"Let's go." Tang Song nodded slightly, his expression calm.

Subsequently, under the personal guidance of Chen Yingshan, the group walked out of the reception hall and boarded an exclusive shuttle bus.

A few minutes later, they stopped in front of the huge No. 3 hangar.

Chen Yingshan stopped, turned to the side, made a "please" gesture, her tone incomparably respectful: "Mr. Tang,

Please!"

Tang Song took a light breath, his eyes glowing slightly, and walked in.

Lin Mu followed closely, her heartbeat accelerating inexplicably.

Just as she stepped into the tall and empty warehouse, a giant aircraft, silver-white all over, shining with metallic luster under the lights, came into view.

It was parked quietly in the most conspicuous position in the hangar, the brand-new fuselage was spotless, the lines were smooth and full of power.

On the tail of the fuselage, there was also a silver emblem composed of a crown and a shield, showing luxury and magnificence.

33.88 meters of fuselage length, 31.7 meters of wingspan—viewing it from such a close distance, the visual impact it brought was incomparable to any pictures or videos.

Lin Mu's breathing stalled in an instant, her gaze becoming incomparably fiery.

Bombardier Global 7500!

This top-tier private jet known as the "palace in the sky," as an ultra-large intercontinental business jet, she naturally had heard of it long ago.

Just at this moment, a steady sound of footsteps approached.

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked up quickly, extending his hand to Tang Song: "Hello Mr. Tang, I am the Field Service Representative (FSR) of Bombardier, Wang Chen, it is a great honor to serve you and your aircraft."

"Hello." Tang Song shook hands with him calmly.

Wang Chen reached out towards the aircraft, a proud smile on his face: "Mr. Tang, this is your Bombardier Global 7500, registered with the Civil Aviation Department of Xiangjiang. Next, I will take you—"

His words continued, but in Lin Mu's ears, there was a "buzz," as if fireworks had exploded in her mind.

Her red lips opened slightly, and her heartbeat missed a beat.

Tang Song's private jet—she had fantasized before whether Tang Song also had his own private jet, but she didn't expect that at this very moment, it would appear in front of her so realistically and so shockingly!

Looking at this brand-new, never-used Bombardier Global 7500 in front of her, she trembled slightly due to extreme excitement.

A private jet is absolutely the hardest identity symbol in the top-tier tycoon circle.

You know, its terrifying nature lies not only in that sky-high price, but also in the subsequent astronomical costs of operation,

trusteeship, maintenance, and crew hiring.

This is the ultimate toy that only true, top-tier tycoons can afford!

"Let's go, Luna, let's go in and take a look." Tang Song's gentle voice woke her from her daze.

Lin Mu instantly regained her senses, forcibly suppressing the excitement that was almost about to gush out, and hurriedly followed.

Along the self-contained stairs, she walked into the cabin step by step.

The moment she stepped into the cabin, it was as if she had stepped into another world.

The interior of the cabin was paved with soft and elastic custom cashmere carpet.

The entire spacious space was cleverly divided into several major areas.

Reception area, full-size kitchen, conference area, entertainment living area, and the master bedroom suite with an independent bathroom in the deepest part—every detail within sight was exquisite to the extreme, all showing ultimate luxury and comfort.

This was the true ultimate luxury belonging to flight.

If she could "practice ball skills" with Tang Song at this altitude of ten thousand meters, that would absolutely be—oh my god, she didn't dare to think how cool it would be!

Just as Lin Mu was letting her imagination run wild.

Wang Chen and Chen Yingshan walked up, each holding a thick stack of documents in their hands.

"Mr. Tang, this is the operation manual, maintenance guide for the cabin—"

"Mr. Tang, all the ownership insurance, tax filings, and the employment contracts for the first batch of pilots for this aircraft have been signed according to your requirements."

Tang Song nodded, turned around, and looked at Lin Mu, who was surging with excitement beside him.

His tone was calm: "This is my personal assistant, Luna, and she will be responsible for connecting with you from now on."

"Luna, from today on, all flight applications, international itinerary approvals, crew dispatch,

and daily maintenance connections for this aircraft are all handed over to you to be fully responsible for."

Hearing Tang Song's words, Lin Mu's body trembled.

Her bladder contracted violently twice.

She almost peed herself on the spot. ===== CHAPTER 575 =====

After a long time, he took a deep breath.

A burst of annoyance and unwillingness surged into his heart.

On the high-speed rail, he could clearly feel that Tang Song was interested in his project.

But because he was obsessed with Li Moran, he missed the best timing for communication.

If only at that time...

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs."

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on the business card in his hand.

Shen Yu Shirley Shen

Special Assistant to the Chairman | Director, Office of the Chairman

Confluent Capital (HK) Limited

His eyes suddenly widened, his breathing stalled, his face full of disbelief.

"Confluent Capital? Rongliu Capital? Shen Yu—Chairman's Assistant?!"

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit—"

He looked up again at the black Rolls-Royce Phantom that had already driven far away, his gaze trembling, his throat tight, almost unable to speak.

That Tang Song just now was actually the Chairman of Rongliu Capital?! ===== CHAPTER 572 =====

But she clearly remembered that Su Yu and Jin Dongshi were still "shipping CP" online before.

She was getting a bit closer to Tang Zong Entertainment, so there shouldn't be any problem.

Could it be that she had misunderstood the meaning? Between them, while she was in a state of chaotic confusion.

Qin Ying looked at her changing expression, her voice dropping even lower, "Jin Dongshi has some opinions about some of your recent actions."

This sentence was like a basin of ice water containing the Law of Extreme Cold, poured down directly from the Nine Heavens.

It made Empress Mu Xue feel cold all over, her Dao heart unstable.

This plot, it's not right!

Jin Buxiang and Emperor Su were actually superficial sisters, but secretly there were already undercurrents surging?!

She had accidentally gotten contaminated with the source of the dark turmoil and provoked "the ominous."

She wasn't going to grow red hair, was she!!!