Chapter 589: Bloom

Four Seasons Hotel.

In the brightly lit suite office.

"The flight route application has been approved. The maiden flight from Yangcheng Baiyun Airport to Yancheng International Airport is expected to take off at 10:00 AM the day after tomorrow, which is Wednesday. Bombardier has also completed the final comprehensive inspection before delivery—"

On the computer screen was Seeing Xiao Xue's exquisitely made-up, high-spirited face.

Since being "tapped" last time in Xiangjiang, this assistant's growth speed could be called astonishing.

Not only did she perfectly complete all the cumbersome processes of the private jet handover, but she also established an efficient operation docking system in a very short time.

At the same time, according to Tang Song's preferences, she carried out the final personalized customization of the cabin's internal entertainment system, wine cabinet, cigar bar, etc. Of course, this was also because she herself was a flight attendant major, and had a natural love for high-end services, which could indeed be said to be a professional match.

"Done very well, Luna, thank you for your hard work."

"Not hard, serving Tang Zong!" Lin Empress Mu Xue in the video suddenly straightened her body and saluted seriously.

Tang Song laughed "pfft" lightly, "How is it? About to leave Xiangjiang soon, will you be a little reluctant?"

"No." Lin Empress Mu Xue licked her red lips, suddenly leaning her body forward slightly, the camera instantly becoming a piece of snow-white, and her voice also became ambiguous, "Wherever Tang Zong is, I want to go. Speaking of which, I have already rearranged the master suite on the plane according to your instructions, just waiting for you to come and inspect it yourself."

Tang Song's eyebrows contained a smile, "Okay, looking forward to the maiden flight of the plane."

The two chatted for a few more sentences.

Hung up the phone.

Tang Song stood by the window for a while longer, enjoying the night view of the Pearl River, only then returning to that large office desk.

Next, his most important work was the Double 11 promotion of Songmei Apparel.

The third-stage growth plan task 【2 Performance Explosion】 required the company to achieve a monthly sales volume of over 100 million.

This November was his only chance in the near future.

This was also the reason he couldn't stay in Yangcheng for long.

This annual grand ceremony in the e-commerce field had already kicked off at 0:00 on November 1st, and the entire company had entered a state of high-intensity overtime.

And the first batch of products of Songmei Apparel's new high-end brand 【HEYISTUDIO】 would also officially debut during the warm-up activity on the evening of November 8th, which was Wednesday this week.

Among them, not only were there seasonal new styles carefully designed by the Huashang Apparel team, but also the city windbreaker series independently completed by Yao Yao Lingling, which was highly anticipated.

It is worth mentioning that the finished sample of this windbreaker was extremely outstanding, whether it was the cut, fabric, or detail craftsmanship, all far exceeding expectations.

It received overwhelming praise during the internal try-on at the company.

It was believed that it possessed all the potential to become an annual hit.

Tang Song had also seen the finished product, it was indeed very great, his little junior sister was really amazing.

For an e-commerce company, if a self-built brand could be widely accepted by the market.

It meant that it would completely get rid of the role of a pure "channel merchant" or "second-hand dealer."

Truly possessing its own "soul" and "moat."

It also meant higher gross profit, stronger user stickiness, and a broader brand premium space.

The importance was self-evident.

"Ding-a-ling—" A sudden urgent phone ring sounded.

【Zhang Yan】

Tang Song subconsciously looked at the time, it was already almost ten o'clock in the evening.

At this time, she suddenly called—

Tang Song's heart lifted instantly, answering quickly, "Hello? Zhang Yan!"

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment before Zhang Yan's voice came: "Tang Song, are you in the Four Seasons Hotel?"

Tang Song was stunned, "Yes, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"No, nothing." Zhang Yan's voice was still very low, but Tang Song could clearly hear her rapid breathing.

"What exactly is wrong? Tell me."

Another silence.

Subsequently, Zhang Yan's voice suddenly rose, "I want to see you now."

Tang Song was startled, almost subconsciously standing up from his chair, his eyes full of surprise.

This was the first time he heard Zhang Yan's such loud, such excited voice, and what she said was "want to see you."

This was simply unbelievable.

"Of course, where are you? I'll come find you."

"No, I—I'll be downstairs at the Four Seasons Hotel soon."

"I'll be down right away!" Tang Song said while walking out with big strides.

In the living room, Wen Wen Ruan, who was applying a mask and watching a variety show cross-legged, raised her eyes and looked over when she heard the movement.

Tang Song's footsteps paused, a trace of apology floating on his face, walking to her side and saying softly: "Wen Ruan Wen Ruan, I'm going out for a while, might be back late."

Wen Wen Ruan looked at his hurried appearance, rolled her eyes impatiently, and waved her hand impatiently: "Go, go, go, don't want to see you! Better not come back!"

Tang Song smiled awkwardly, gently rubbing her hair.

Turning around, he walked quickly to the entrance, changed shoes, and went out.

In the quiet corridor, urgent footsteps sounded.

The elevator floor numbers jumped downward bit by bit.

90.. 80.. 70..

Tang Song recalled Zhang Yan's words just now, and his heart also jumped violently.

Downstairs at the International Finance Center (IFC) West Tower.

Zhang Yan hung up the phone and stuffed the phone that still carried warmth into her pocket forcefully.

She hugged the heavy gift box again, standing outside the exit of the magnificent building.

The huge glass curtain wall was like a mirror, reflecting the dazzling night view of Zhujiang New Town.

Luxury cars she couldn't name slid past her silently, stopping in front of the car doors already opened by the doormen.

From the cars came men and women wearing high-end custom-made clothes and exquisite makeup; they walked calmly, talking and laughing, emitting a kind of aura belonging to another world that she couldn't understand.

She was like a small tree transplanted into a strange environment, completely out of place with everything around her.

This was her first time looking up at this city landmark from such a close distance.

Here gathered the most top-tier enterprises in Yangcheng, the intersection of elites and power.

In the past, she didn't even have the qualifications to come here for an interview.

Being in it, she was as small as a grain of dust.

If it were in the past, she would definitely have been too ashamed to even raise her head, not daring to look into the eyes of those passing by her.

But at this moment, her eyes were full of jumping flames.

Staring straight at the revolving glass door that kept opening and closing.

Youth is originally a missed encounter and meeting without stopping.

And Tang Song, in fact, had always been wandering in her world.

It was just that in the past years, she had never once had the courage to truly stand in front of him and say "Classmate, hello,"

say "I am Zhang Yan."

And the miracle brought by "Dragon Ball" gave her a chance.

Not only did it realize her dream of many years, but it also descended from the sky at her most desperate moment, saving her.

They had many incredible interactions—eating, painting walls, reading comics, walking, kissing, hugging... but in the end, he was already very, very far away from her now, far enough that they weren't in the same world.

If this time, she missed it again, retreated again...

He would probably really disappear from her world completely.

The youth that accompanied her for more than ten years.

Never to be seen again.

This fear directly covered Liu Liu Qingning and also gave her unprecedented courage.

Zhang Yan's throat rolled, her gaze looking toward the brightly lit first-floor lobby.

In her vision, a familiar figure appeared.

He wasn't wearing that expensive suit from the daytime, but had changed into a simple white T-shirt and casual pants, looking clean and refreshing. He walked through the crowd of gorgeously dressed people and walked straight toward her.

His footsteps were fast, even carrying urgency and nervousness.

All the glitz and noise around him seemed to automatically become a blurred background the moment he appeared.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath, walking forward with the box in her arms.

"Thump, thump thump—"

The intense heartbeat sound always lingered in her ears, almost covering all the sounds around.

Adrenaline was rising crazily in her body.

"Da, da, da—"

The sound of hard-soled leather shoes hitting the smooth marble floor became more and more urgent.

Tang Song walked through the revolving glass door.

Stepping into the slightly humid night of Yangcheng, the evening wind mixed with the scent of traffic and vegetation hit her face.

His gaze swept over the surroundings,

instantly locking onto the figure standing in the dim light in front.

She was wearing a simple white shirt and a suit skirt, with a slightly oversized light gray suit jacket on the outside.

This professional-leaning outfit made her shed all her immaturity, as if she had matured a lot in an instant.

She was holding a heavy black hard-shell gift box solemnly in her arms, walking toward him step by step.

The bright light fell on her, as if plating her with a layer of soft halo.

Her shoulder-length short hair was gently blown by the humid evening wind, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate eyebrows.

Their gazes met.

Zhang Yan's eyes flickered, but this time she didn't hide them in panic like usual, instead mustering the courage to look directly into his eyes.

"Tang Song."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a quiet lake, causing ripples in Tang Song's heart.

"Zhang Yan—"

The footsteps stopped.

The two stood facing each other.

"This is those 34 books of 'Dragon Ball'." Zhang Yan walked forward a step, handing the heavy gift box in her arms to him, "—

A gift for you."

Tang Song reached out to take it.

The box was very heavy in his hand, probably more than ten pounds.

"Thank you for your gift."

He didn't open it immediately, just looked down at her eyes.

This was the first time between them that they had looked at each other for such a long time without any evasion.

In each other's pupils, the clear figure of the other was reflected.

From Zhang Yan's eyes, Tang Song seemed to understand something, a wave of inexplicable palpitation rising in his heart.

He carried the heavy box with one hand and suddenly reached out his right hand, pulling her into his arms.

Zhang Yan's body trembled suddenly, hesitated for a moment, then slowly wrapped her arms around his waist and back.

Her hands were cold, but her breathing was rapid and scorching.

At the entrance of the colorful hotel, people came and went, noisy and prosperous.

The two hugged for a long time before slowly letting go.

Tang Song looked down at her eyes, which were becoming brighter due to excitement, and asked softly: "Why did you come to give me books so late?"

Zhang Yan bit her lip, meeting his gaze, her voice clear: "I want to work at Xingyun International Group."

Tang Song nodded vigorously, his voice carrying undisguised joy, "Okay, you can join anytime."

"I—" Zhang Yan's voice went low again, as if she were somewhat lacking in confidence, "I only know how to write drafts now, I don't understand many things, I can't compare to others. But I will study hard, I just want to try!"

On the last sentence, she regained her courage again.

"Mm, I believe in you."

"I will resign from Shucheng Technology as soon as possible."

"If you encounter any difficulties in resigning, you can contact me anytime." Tang Song paused, then added: "I will push the WeChat of my friend at Xingyun International Group to you later, she will stay in Yangcheng for a while, you can contact her if you have anything in the future."

"Okay." Zhang Yan stood with her hands clasped in front of her, still looking at Tang Song fixedly, as if there were still words left unsaid.

The air became quiet.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yan's lips moved, "I—I still have many things I want to tell you, are you free now?"

"Wait for me a moment."

After Tang Song finished speaking, he turned and walked back to the hotel entrance with big strides, handing that "precious" gift box to the staff who came up to meet him, and whispered a few words.

Subsequently, he trotted back to her side.

Smiling, he said: "I've been in Yangcheng for so long, and haven't walked around the Pearl River properly yet. Walk with me, Classmate Zhang Yan."

After saying this, without giving her a chance to refuse, he took her hand directly.

Zhang Yan was led by him, like a puppet being controlled, passively, yet willingly following his footsteps.

Their shadows were elongated by the light, overlapping together.

Passing through the river of light woven by neon and car lights, they turned into a relatively quiet path along the river.

The evening wind blew toward their faces with the unique water vapor of the Pearl River.

The river reflected the dazzling lights of the city, like a flowing oil painting that had been shattered.

Tang Song's slender fingers exerted a slight force, passing through her fingers, interlocking with her, palms touching.

Zhang Yan's hand trembled violently, and a strong, tingling electric current instantly shot from her palm through her entire body.

Making a layer of fine goosebumps appear on her neck.

She turned her head to look at Tang Song's side face, which appeared exceptionally handsome in the night, her heartbeat like a drum.

Their gazes met again.

Tang Song's hand exerted a slight force, his warm fingertips rubbing gently on the back of her delicate hand.

Zhang Yan's cheeks flushed uncontrollably, her deep-rooted timidity making her want to break free subconsciously, but she endured it in the end.

The numbing sensation became more intense, making her footsteps somewhat floaty.

The two walked forward along the Pearl River like this.

There were quite a few cuddling couples around.

After a while.

Zhang Yan's lips moved gently, lowering her head, as if talking to herself, or as if pouring out to him.

"I remember when I first started junior high, the teacher made me sit with you as a deskmate, my palms were full of sweat at the time... but your name is really easy to remember, Tang Song—"

She began to narrate intermittently about that junior high era that belonged to her, about him.

The brow he frowned seriously when explaining problems, the light pace when he hummed, the arc of his eyes bending when he laughed...

Tang Song in his youth seemed to have no flaws in her memory.

Open and generous, studying seriously, even his notes were neater than others'.

He would often bring snacks to school, always saying he bought too much and couldn't finish, actually just fearing she would be embarrassed to accept, so he deliberately made an excuse.

He was very willing to talk to her, would accompany her to play Gomoku, would share with her those brand-new extracurricular books she couldn't afford...

He always rode a half-old bicycle to school, because their villages were adjacent, sometimes when they met on the road, he would wave to her from afar, letting her sit on the back.

That bumpy bicycle back seat, carrying the faint soap scent on the boy's body.

Was the most profound and warmest memory in her entire youth.

Her voice was very light, very slow.

Like a babbling brook, washing out those fragmented and warm past events bit by bit.

Flowing into this gentle night belonging to the south.

Tang Song listened blankly, his thoughts drifting.

Those junior high memories he was about to forget,

were now restored and colored bit by bit by Zhang Yan from a unique perspective.

Never thought that in that seemingly plain time, some of his unintentional actions, a casual joke, an inadvertent sharing.

For the quiet and introverted deskmate beside him, would be so important and profound.

"Tang Song."

"Yes—" He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yan.

"Red beans grow in the south, do you know the lovesickness that goes into the bones?" She looked into his eyes and said with all her strength: "I like you. Like you very, very much."

Tang Song looked at her, looking at her eyes that were trembling slightly due to nervousness and excitement.

His heartbeat began to accelerate.

Just about to say something.

Zhang Yan suddenly stood on tiptoe and closed her eyes.

Her cool and soft lips printed lightly on his cheek like a feather.

The air seemed to solidify at this moment, only the river wind was still blowing gently.

At this moment, in Zhang Yan's vision.

The whole world was shrouded in dazzling golden light.

She felt that she had really transformed, becoming a "Super Saiyan."

And finally, she returned the "power" he lent her in such a direct and brave way.

She felt the aura on him, as if she had finally touched the boy she had been chasing for more than ten years.

Her lips left his cheek bit by bit, making an inaudible sound.

Zhang Yan let out a light breath, as if she had lost all her courage and strength.

She stumbled, her face instantly flushed red, her gaze flustered and dodging, never daring to look at Tang Song again.

"That, that—it's already—already almost 11 o'clock, I, I have to go back—"

She turned around suddenly, like a frightened rabbit, lowering her head, almost fleeing toward the roadside.

"Step, step, step—"

Steady footsteps sounded from behind.

"I'll send you back." Tang Song's voice was intimate and gentle, carrying an undeniable meaning.

Zhang Yan's body stiffened, stammering: "No, no need, it's very late, I can do it myself—"

Before she finished speaking, a warm, large hand reached out again, holding her hand tightly.

Tang Song ignored it and led her, hailing a taxi by the roadside.

Inside the car, the dim light shrouded the two figures.

Zhang Yan lowered her head, turning her body, wishing she could shrink herself into a ball and hide in the seams of the seat.

The Zhang Yan who had just completed the transformation and became a "Super Saiyan" seemed to have fallen down again.

Tang Song leaned on the back of the chair, looking at her, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

Along the way, the air was unusually quiet.

The car stopped slowly at the gate of Lanxinyuan community.

Tang Song sent her all the way to the unit building.

The two stood under that familiar dim street lamp, speechless.

The atmosphere, however, wasn't as awkward as before, instead carrying a trace of subtle ambiguity.

"I'll go to the company to resign tomorrow first." Zhang Yan finally mustered the courage to break the silence, "Then go to the hospital, the examination results should be out soon. So I might have to wait a few days to go to work."

She kept her head down when she said these words, as if reporting her itinerary.

"Mm, no rush, handle the things on your hands first." Tang Song's voice was warm, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub her head again.

Zhang Yan's hair was very smooth, it was a standard collarbone-length hair with a natural arc, feeling great to the touch.

So comfortable that he didn't want to let go.

Zhang Yan's body stiffened slightly, bit her lip, but didn't dodge.

"Tell me when you leave Yangcheng." She said in a low voice, her tone carrying a trace of undetectable reliance.

"Mm, don't worry." Tang Song's hand slid down, gently patting her shoulder, "Before leaving, I will definitely go see you and Auntie."

"Thank you, Tang Song, these days—"

"No need to say thank you to me."

Another silence, only the "rustling" sound of the evening wind blowing through the tall banyan trees in the old community remained.

"I, I'm going up." Zhang Yan finally couldn't hold on, hanging her head shyly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Zhang Yan."

Tang Song suddenly called her.

"Mm? Wh—what's wrong?" She was startled as if awakened, slowly raising her head.

The warmth of the street lamp spread a piece of gentle light in his deep eyes.

He looked so good.

Zhang Yan's hands subconsciously went behind her back, her fingertips twisting nervously.

"I like you."

His voice was very light, but it pierced through all of Zhang Yan's defenses, fiercely smashing into her heart.

That pair of beautiful almond eyes became blank and hazy, instantly losing focus.

Immediately after, his face grew larger and larger in her pupils.

Occupying her entire world.

Zhang Yan's long eyelashes trembled, subconsciously retreating backward.

But there was a strong, powerful hand on her waist, fixing her firmly.

The scorching breath sprayed on her face, itchy.

The clean aura belonging to him wrapped her up.

Zhang Yan closed her eyes forcefully, her eyelashes trembling, waiting for the moist touch on her cheek.

Her mind was full of Tang Song's words just now.

He likes me—he likes me... This was even more unreal than any dream.

However, the next second, a warm sucking sensation came from her lips.

"Mm—" A low hum of surprise escaped from her throat, swallowed up by his lips and teeth.

Zhang Yan opened her eyes incredibly, filled with shock and confusion.

Tang Song kissed her lips gently, breathing in the unique scent of shower gel on Zhang Yan's body.

He could clearly feel the stiffness of her body and that uncontrollable slight trembling, and could also feel the softness and greenness of her lips.

The feeling of this kiss was extremely like that carefree summer afternoon in his memory, filled with sunshine.

Pure, clean, carrying a trace of heart-palpitating, clumsy sweetness.

This aroused a strong sense of protection and possessiveness in his heart.

Zhang Yan's brain was blank, her body becoming scorching hot and soft.

Her fingers tightened on his clothes unconsciously, her legs weak, her whole person leaning against his solid chest.

The world began to spin.

Countless gorgeous fireworks bloomed in front of her eyes. ===== CHAPTER 590 =====