Chapter 635: The You of the Past

Listening to the White Moonlight's light yet lethal words, and looking at School Beauty Shen's instantly stiff expression opposite, Tang Song couldn't help but find it somewhat funny.

This three-person dinner was actually proposed by Liu Qingning herself.

Tang Song naturally knew her purpose clearly.

Liu Qingning had always been very concerned about the other women around him.

He could clearly feel that this time meeting in their hometown, she seemed to have untied some knots and had begun to try to accept this complex relationship.

Otherwise, she would never have worn a school uniform to satisfy his various excessive "bad tastes."

Now, her taking the initiative to "suppress" Shen Yu Yan was more of a venting of the dissatisfaction and grievances that had been accumulating in her heart for a long time.

After all, regarding Wen Ruan, because of her status as his "official girlfriend," Liu Qingning couldn't do much.

But this young and sexy special assistant, Shen Yu Yan, unfortunately became the best target.

Just then, Shen Yu Yan's gaze turned to him again, carrying shock and doubt.

Tang Song nodded lightly to her in a soothing manner. "That's right, Qingning is indeed the General Manager of 【Qingmi AI】, and also one of the main people in charge of the software application layer of this 【Xuanji Light Realm】 project. You two should add each other as friends; in the future, you will likely need to contact each other frequently for work."

Currently, Shen Yu Yan was mainly responsible for helping him handle external investments, while other work, including core projects like Xuanji Light Realm, was relayed by Lin Empress Mu Xue.

So Shen Yu Yan was not clear about the specific person in charge and the details.

However, now that Xiao Xue was far away in London and the White Moonlight wanted to show her presence, School Beauty Shen could only be wronged.

Shen Yu Yan licked her dry lips subconsciously, her voice stiff: "Oh... okay. I didn't expect—Qingning, you are actually so amazing, you really scared me."

As she spoke, she picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she scanned Liu Qingning's QR code and sent a friend request.

Liu Qingning's existence truly gave her an unprecedented, almost destructive shock.

As a peer, excluding the pervert Tang Song, she had never met someone so "excellent."

It couldn't even be described as simply "excellent"; she was absolutely a favored child of heaven.

You have to know, that was 【Qingmi AI】 and 【Xuanji Light Realm】!

One was a software-level unicorn with over 100 million users that had already changed the lifestyles of countless people;

The other was a quasi-unicorn at the hardware level that was about to define the future.

And the core person in charge of these two huge projects was actually this girl of the same age as her.

Shen Yu Yan had always been confident, even conceited about her ability and means.

But compared to the other party, her own entrepreneurial experience and the so-called "special assistant" title that she was proud of

were simply like children playing house.

Looking at Liu Qingning opposite and recalling Tang Song's attitude toward her,

a thought uncontrollably emerged from the bottom of Shen Yu Yan's heart.

Could it be—she was Tang Song's "official wife"?

Liu Qingning to the side lowered her head and slid the screen, as if casually browsing Shen Yu Yan's Moments.

After a moment.

She suddenly raised her head and asked: "By the way Shen Yu Yan, which university did you graduate from?"

Shen Yu Yan's body straightened subconsciously, and she blurted out: "Yancheng University of Technology."

"Oh, as expected!" Liu Qingning put down her phone, her gaze looking straight at her, smiling: "I said why do you feel so familiar. If I remember correctly, when you were in university, you were very famous at Yancheng University of Technology, right? Seemingly... also the school beauty? Truly excellent."

Shen Yu Yan bit her lip: "It was just the alumni messing around, it can't be taken seriously."

"Heh, I actually think you live up to the name. So beautiful and excellent, no wonder Tang Song recruited you as a special assistant." Liu Qingning said, turning her gaze to Tang Song opposite, her clear eyes flashing with curiosity: "Right?"

The embarrassment on Tang Song's face flashed and disappeared, and he said calmly: "Shen Yu Yan's ability is indeed very outstanding, she has work experience as a P&G HR,

and has also successfully started a business independently. In human resources and project management, she can help me handle a lot of complex work."

Only then did he realize that the White Moonlight probably recognized who she was from the moment she saw Shen Yu Yan's work photo.

But this was also normal.

In university, Shen Yu Yan was indeed too famous.

On various social platforms like Douyin and Tieba, as long as you searched "Yancheng University of Technology," you could find photos or discussions about her nine times out of ten.

With the White Moonlight's feelings and attention toward him, how could she not know completely about the school he attended?

Let alone Shen Yu Yan, even the names and appearances of those roommates he had the best relationship with back then, she knew clearly. It was just that later, with the busyness of the entrepreneurship competition, she became negligent.

Now that the two had completely reconciled, she would naturally become alert again.

This instead gave Tang Song a headache.

After all, he had too many little secrets here; just those wings, if they were all exposed, he estimated the White Moonlight would explode on the spot.

It seemed he still had to hide it, and School Beauty Shen would have to work hard to absorb the firepower in the front.

Coincidentally, the growth plan task 【3 Capital Hunter】 was about to be completed, and by then, he would definitely have to arrange new work for Shen Yu Yan.

The atmosphere of the dinner that followed became somewhat strange.

In the seemingly gentle and intimate chat, Shen Yu Yan was again stimulated by Liu Qingning quite a bit.

Tang Song's childhood sweetheart, high school White Moonlight, top student in the AI field at Imperial Capital University, successful AI+ education entrepreneur, entered Qingning Technology with Tang Song's support, and in charge of core projects—this golden resume laid out was simply impeccable.

Shen Yu Yan only felt that her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all aching faintly.

She never expected that there was such an excellent "true love" hidden around Tang Song!

That resume, plus the invincible identity attribute bonus of "White Moonlight," was simply a dimensionality reduction strike.

Poor big silly Qingqing was still complacent about her "short drama screenwriting career," not knowing that the other party's "official wife" had already killed her way into the core of the highest power. The little tips she originally thought of to close the distance, as well as the "combo" with her best friend Xu Qing to obtain Tang Song's love, or even counterattack,

were all somewhat self-righteous.

Just as she was surging with emotion and feeling frustrated.

Under the table, her leg wrapped in silky stockings was suddenly touched lightly.

Immediately after, the other party began to rub back and forth on the inside of her sensitive calf unhurriedly.

Shen Yu Yan's breathing instantly became rapid, and her body trembled violently.

Raising her head, she happened to meet Tang Song's gentle and deep eyes.

An indescribable feeling surged into her heart.

Shen Yu Yan's throat moved, and a blush gradually appeared on her face.

Is this reminding me?

Or is it soothing me?

He still cares about my feelings.

8 PM.

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped downstairs at Liu Qingning's apartment building.

The two got out of the car.

"Goodbye, rest early tonight, there's still a lot to be busy with tomorrow." Tang Song straightened the collar that had been messed up by the wind for her, his voice gentle.

Liu Qingning said a soft "Hmm," standing in the cool night wind, tucking her hair behind her ear.

Her gaze swept over Shen Yu Yan's blurry figure in the passenger seat.

She stood on tiptoe and kissed Tang Song's lips heavily.

When she left, her breath was somewhat unstable, but she still leaned into his ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear: "You should also pay attention to rest tonight, don't run around, I'm going back to Shenzhen soon."

After speaking, Liu Qingning looked at him deeply and turned to walk into the stairwell.

That high ponytail jumped left and right in the night wind, looking exactly like her wavering heart at this moment.

After her figure completely disappeared, Tang Song returned to the car.

Inside the car, the unique scent on Liu Qingning's body still lingered.

Shen Yu Yan turned slightly and asked softly: "Chairman Tang, where are we going next?"

Tang Song pondered for a moment and said: "Let's go directly to the Zhende Hotel."

Shen Yu Yan was staying in Jing County tonight, and she had to accompany him to negotiate with Mayor Li tomorrow, so staying at the school anniversary reception hotel was naturally the most convenient.

Moreover, he really didn't have any suitable place to talk about work in Jing County.

"Hmm, okay." Shen Yu Yan responded lightly, but her heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

The word hotel, for the two of them, a man and a woman, was always full of infinite imaginative space.

The Rolls-Royce started again, and ten minutes later, it stopped in the drop-off area of the hotel.

The two walked into the brightly lit lobby one after the other.

Shen Yu Yan handled the check-in procedures skillfully and got the room card.

She brought Tang Song to the luxury business suite on the 10th floor.

The room area was quite large, and besides the comfortable bedroom area, there was also a small office area cleverly separated, with an exquisite solid wood desk and chair.

Shen Yu Yan took off the cashmere coat on her body, wearing only the silk shirt and pencil skirt inside, revealing a graceful and tempting body curve.

"Chairman Tang, you sit first, I'll pour you a glass of water."

Tang Song nodded, but didn't sit down, instead walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the No. 1 Middle School campus directly opposite.

At night, most of the No. 1 Middle School campus had fallen into darkness, with only a few street lamps in the main teaching building and playground still on, outlining a quiet and solemn silhouette.

Tomorrow was the 50th anniversary of the school, and with the original plan disrupted and the Mayor of Quancheng arriving in person, it was destined that he couldn't keep a low profile.

Soon, Shen Yu Yan brought over a glass of warm white water.

Tang Song took it, blew the heat lightly, and took a sip.

Shen Yu Yan opened her suitcase, took out her laptop, sat at the desk, and opened the files she had already organized.

After a moment, she turned around, her voice soft: "Chairman Tang, I'm ready here."

Tang Song said "Hmm" and sat down in the chair next to her.

The distance between the two was very close, close enough to smell the different scents on each other.

Shen Yu Yan looked at Tang Song's handsome profile in the light, took a deep breath, and began to report all the details of the docking with the Municipal Government today,

reporting in detail.

Her voice was soft and professional, like a clear spring flowing slowly in the quiet room.

Her center of gravity leaned toward Tang Song bit by bit unconsciously.

Her round and tight thighs wrapped in silk stockings touched his suit trousers lightly.

In the air, an ambiguous atmosphere grew quietly, and the temperature seemed to be rising steadily.

Tang Song appeared very calm, only occasionally looking at her, his eyes deep, unable to see too much emotion.

Finally, when she finished reporting the last point, the room fell into a brief silence.

Shen Yu Yan raised her head, a layer of moving moisture floating in her bright eyes.

"Chairman Tang, the work is all reported." She paused and continued in a half-joking, half-serious tone, "Do you see if there are any other aspects that need me to report in depth?"

Tang Song looked at her pretty face close at hand, as well as her long eyelashes trembling slightly due to nervousness, and the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

"Done very well, let's leave it at that for today. You are also very tired, rest early, there is still a hard battle to fight tomorrow."

Shen Yu Yan's heart, which was full of expectations, instantly sank.

However, she didn't dare to say anything more, and could only stand up as well, squeezing out a proper smile on her face: "Okay, Chairman Tang. Then I will contact Jiayi early tomorrow morning and go to your house to pick you up."

"Hmm."

Tang Song picked up the coat on the back of the chair and walked toward the door.

Shen Yu Yan watched Tang Song's figure and took a deep breath, following him out.

She had originally thought that some breakthrough progress could happen tonight, but she didn't expect that the appearance of Liu Qingning would disrupt all her rhythms.

She didn't dare to play any more active attack dramas, fearing that it would be counterproductive.

It just so happened that Tang Song's attitude toward her was aloof. Just then, Tang Song suddenly turned around, and his slender big hand landed on her waist without warning.

Shen Yu Yan's body stiffened, her back straightened, and her towering chest stretched the silk shirt tightly.

Tang Song looked at her eyes full of panic and expectation and smiled.

His palm slid slowly down her slender waistline and finally landed on her firm, round buttocks wrapped in the pencil skirt, applying slight force. Even through the thick fabric, he could clearly feel the amazing elasticity and tight touch.

"Bye-bye, no need to see me off, Shirley."

After speaking, he let go and turned to leave,

leaving Shen Yu Yan standing alone at the door.

A blush gradually appeared on her face, and a wave of numb and itchy tremors surged from the depths of her body.

It didn't subside for a long time.

Every time she thought the other party had no feelings for her, he would take the initiative to tease; and when she gathered the courage to want to go further,

he would retreat to a safe distance.

The Tang Song in front of her was like the most skilled PUA master at playing with people's hearts.

Making her anxious and scratching her heart.

"Ding—" The elevator door opened slowly in the lobby on the first floor.

Tang Song stepped out.

Instantly attracting one after another scorching gazes.

Even though he was wearing ordinary winter clothes, because of his extremely outstanding appearance and temperament, he was still exceptionally eye-catching.

The corner of Tang Song's mouth carried a trace of faint pleasant smile, still savoring the excellent touch of School Beauty Shen just now.

After the dungeon 【Shen Yu Yan's Whisper】, he absolutely knew School Beauty Shen's personality like the back of his hand.

In some aspects, she was like Lin Empress Mu Xue; once she gained a little power and superiority, she easily "floated."

And she had a lot of little schemes.

Although he didn't dislike it, he still had to knock and beat this proud female assistant.

He raised his wrist to check the time; it was exactly 9 o'clock.

Just about to walk toward the main entrance.

A female voice with some hesitation and uncertainty suddenly came from his ear: "... Tang... Tang Song?"

The voice was slightly familiar.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows, subconsciously looked up, and looked toward the front left.

In a corner of the lobby lounge, a girl of similar age to him was standing there.

Carrying a large backpack that looked quite heavy, she seemed to have just finished the check-in procedures.

She had a neat short-to-medium haircut, and a pair of scholarly black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, covering part of her facial features, but one could still see she was a little beauty with a good foundation.

Their eyes met.

The girl looked at him without blinking, her eyes full of shock and uncertainty, as well as a trace of the joy of reunion.

Tang Song's footsteps stopped abruptly, and a name floated up from the depths of his memory.

He blurted out: "Deng Yazi?"

"It really is you!"

After confirmation, all the uncertainty on Deng Yazi's face vanished instantly, replaced by huge surprise and shock.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

Deng Yazi said "Holy crap" three times in a row before barely venting the overwhelming shock in her heart.

She ran quickly to Tang Song, and like in high school, punched his arm without ceremony.

"Tang Song! I thought I saw it wrong! How did you—how did you become so—"

Her voice grew smaller and smaller, and by the end, she didn't know what vocabulary to use to describe it.

The boy in front of her had a tall figure and handsome features, and his whole person exuded a noble and calm aura that was out of place with the lively atmosphere around him.

Facing each other at such a close distance, she could feel the charm that rushed toward her and made her heartbeat lose speed even more.

Even as a TV station reporter who was used to seeing all kinds of people, she felt her brain somewhat crashing at this moment.

Looking at the old classmate in front of him, Tang Song's face revealed a bright and joyful smile. "Long time no see, didn't expect to meet you here."

In high school, he was sunny and cheerful, naturally not lacking in classmates and friends he played well with.

Deng Yazi was one of them.

Her personality was straightforward and loyal, and she valued relationships.

Tang Song still remembered that at the farewell dinner on the day of high school graduation, this girl who looked careless cried her eyes out, grabbing everyone's hand and saying "must keep in touch often in the future."

Later, Tang Song went to university and gradually lost contact with most of his high school classmates.

On the contrary, Deng Yazi persistently maintained this friendship, even visiting him several times at Yancheng University of Technology, and the two had always been WeChat friends.

It was just that as time passed, their life trajectories drifted apart, and contact became less and less.

In the last three years, almost only likes and comments on Moments, or holiday blessings remained.

The day Tang Song got the system was when he saw the high school graduation photo she shared on Moments, and he was deeply moved. (Chapter 1) Deng Yazi took a few deep breaths, seemingly finally recovering from the shock. "I have to admit, I was really amazed by you, kid. No wonder you don't post photos on Moments."

"Heh, I've always been very busy, you know, and I don't like posting on Moments."

"Really, clearly little Song was so lively in high school, why is he so cold now, haha. By the way, I remember you came back from the Imperial Capital, are you developing in Yancheng now?"

"Hmm, you could say that." Tang Song nodded with a smile and asked back: "What about you? Why are you here?"

Deng Yazi laughed, pushed her black-rimmed glasses, and said proudly: "Sister has passed the career establishment exam for Quancheng TV Station, I am a glorious reporter comrade! I came here this time to report on our school anniversary."

Tang Song sighed with emotion: "Truly amazing, you've fulfilled your dream."

She had always liked reporting and taking photos, and was a backbone of the school broadcasting station in high school, often carrying a digital camera to take pictures everywhere. Didn't expect she really turned her hobby into a job.

"Then you came back this time, also to attend the school anniversary?" Deng Yazi then said: "Oh no, I guess it's mainly because Liu Qingning is here, right?"

Tang Song smiled, which was considered a default.

Deng Yazi curled her lips and muttered: "Knew it, didn't even think about seeing old classmate me, sigh~~"

Her relationship with Liu Qingning was actually average, and they hadn't been in contact for many years.

One reason was that the other party was truly too excellent, too far away from ordinary people like them.

Another reason was Liu Qingning's undisguised "possessiveness" toward Tang Song, which led to her always carrying a bit of imperceptible little hostility toward other girls who had a good relationship with Tang Song.

This hostility was not clear, but only those in it could experience it.

"By the way." Deng Yazi sighed, "This school anniversary is not simple, I was specifically sent to do a special report. Heard that not only are big leaders from the city coming, but also several super awesome outstanding alumni, like Zhao Rui from China International Capital, and Li Yunfan, the boss of Maixiangyuan, tsk tsk, all big shots!"

Just as she was preparing to continue sharing "inside information," her phone rang urgently.

Deng Yazi glanced at the caller ID, and the relaxation on her face instantly disappeared.

She hurriedly answered the phone, lowering her voice, "Hello, Director Liu—yes yes yes, I just arrived at the hotel, okay okay, I'll go up immediately,

I'm organizing the equipment—"

Hanging up the phone, she smiled apologetically at Tang Song, her face full of the helplessness of a corporate slave: "Originally wanted to chat with you properly, no way, the leader is urging for the draft, I have to hurry upstairs to 'work overtime'."

As she spoke, she turned around in a hurry, preparing to leave.

At the parting moment, she suddenly remembered something and stopped abruptly.

"Wait! Don't move!"

As she spoke, she rummaged through her large backpack and took out a professional DSLR camera.

In Tang Song's somewhat stunned gaze, she raised the camera and adjusted the angle toward him.

"Click," she pressed the shutter.

Then, she hurriedly put away the camera and walked quickly to him.

Like in high school, she punched his arm firmly.

"Alright, let's chat again at the school anniversary tomorrow! Leaving! Keep in touch!"

The words were still in the air, but the person had already disappeared behind the closed elevator door in a flurry.

Watching her disappearing back, Tang Song stood in place for a while, turned and left, a wave of inexplicable emotion surging in his heart.

After 10 PM.

Yunjingtai Residential Area.

After videoing goodnight with the White Moonlight and simple washing, Tang Song lay on the bed.

Just about to sleep.

"Ding-dong—" The WeChat notification sounded.

Tang Song picked up his phone and looked at it, his expression slightly busy.

【Deng Yazi: Picture. jpg】

On it was a carefully spliced photo.

On the left was him in high school, wearing a blue and white school uniform, his smile sunny, his eyes clear, still carrying a bit of the greenness and ignorance of a young person.

On the right was him just now in the lobby, wearing a casual jacket, his figure tall, his eyes deep, his temperament noble and elegant.

Two photos, the same person, yet as if separated by a river of time that could not be crossed.

Tang Song looked at this picture in a daze, his heart full of mixed feelings.

Just preparing to reply something, Deng Yazi sent another video file.

Tang Song subconsciously clicked the play button.

The video screen was somewhat shaky, and the image quality was also rough, shot with an early 5-megapixel mobile phone camera, full of the grainy feel of that era.

In the lens was the noisy classroom before high school graduation.

Classmates wearing the same school uniforms were playing and teasing.

The fan creaked overhead, the blackboard still had the countdown board "X days until the college entrance exam," and the walls were covered with inspirational slogans and students' graffiti—

That was the chaotic yet hopeful atmosphere unique to the high school graduation season.

The lens turned, aiming at the 18-year-old Tang Song who was sitting in his seat reading a book.

Deng Yazi's bright voice came from off-screen: "Interviewing student Tang Song, about to rush to all corners of the country, what expectations do you have for that future self?"

Then, a mop head tied with a red cloth strip was used as a microphone, rudely intruding into the frame, almost poking his face.

The Tang Song in the video leaned back subconsciously, raised his hand to block it, his face showing the shyness and helplessness unique to a young person when teased by friends, "Stop messing around, Duck, take it away."

"Speak quickly! I'm recording a segment for each of you, wait until several years later, I'll send the video to you, and see if everyone has realized their dreams!"

The Tang Song in the video was entangled by her and had no choice, plus the teasing of classmates next to him, he finally raised his head.

His eyes dodged for a moment, then slowly looked directly at the lens.

He thought about it seriously.

He glanced in the direction of the White Moonlight, his clear eyes flashing with undisguised longing and light for the future.

"Hope to meet everyone at the peak, those who chase the light are destined to be radiant."

"(√1~) Pfft~~" Deng Yazi's complaining voice came, "Can we say something specific, this isn't asking you to say inspirational short sentences, do it again!"

Good-natured laughter sounded next to him.

Tang Song grinned, noticing the smiling gaze cast by the White Moonlight, and the scorching passion belonging to a young person ignited on his face.

He said loudly: "Then I hope the future me—can do a big business, make big money, get rich! Haha, and then repay my hometown,

let our No. 1 Middle School be proud of me!"

Laughter echoed in the classroom.

The video stopped abruptly here.

But a crisp system prompt sounded in his ear:

"Ding! You have triggered the branch task 【The You of the Past】, please go to the 【Task Center】 to view."

【Task Content: You heard your own voice from the past. The you of the past made young and frivolous expectations in the summer cicada chirping. Now, it has become a check in your hand that can be cashed at any time. Please lead the agenda in the meeting with Quancheng Mayor Li Jiping and implement a strategic investment intention sufficient to shake the local industrial pattern. Let this generous gift of 'repaying the hometown' become the most distinct footnote to your influence.】

【Task Reward: Charm +1, Title Pack*1】 ===== CHAPTER 636 =====