Chapter 664

Looking at the text on the system light screen, an inexplicable emotion surged in Tang Song's heart.

The memory he currently obtained happened to end at the end of 2018.

Which was not long after Christmas ended.

He clearly remembered the look in Su Yu's eyes on that birthday night of hers back then.

It was a kind of near-humble, painful, heart-dead look.

It could be said that the paranoid and even somewhat crazy personality Su Yu had become today was purely "PUA-ed" out by that 【Dream Tang Song】.

A proper prosperous superstar was forcibly trained into a paranoid, sick, and delicate person without a sense of security.

This interaction task could also be considered a chance to make up for it.

"I'm hanging up! I'm going to participate right away! And the fan group! I also have to go and notify them! Organize everyone to forward it together!"

Qiuqiu on his lap had now completely forgotten her shyness and forgotten that she was still sitting intimately on Tang Song's lap.

Her whole person had fallen into a fan's unique fanatical state.

Then, she immediately opened the Weibo App excitedly.

For her, a die-hard "Fish Fan," this was simply the ultimate dream fallen from the sky.

Su Yu was not only her idol but also the faith and light that supported her through the gray years of the past.

Especially during those most difficult days after her grandmother passed away.

If it weren't for listening to Su Yu's songs every day and watching her inspirational story of climbing to the top step by step in adversity, she might have really suffered from depression.

Of course, now there was another light source named "Tang Song" in her world.

Tang Song turned off the system light screen and leaned over as well.

He immediately saw the latest dynamic hanging high at the first line of the homepage.

【Su Yu: This year's birthday, I want to spend it with you.

Thank you all for your long-term support and companionship; this Christmas, which is my birthday, I will choose from all fans. Participation method: Please go to the pinned activity page of Su Yu's official fan club forum, fill in personal information, and submit an application. All fans can participate, looking forward to meeting you.】

Qiuqiu looked at this dynamic, trembling slightly with excitement, feeling Qiuqiu's excitement and investment.

Looking at her face that was somewhat similar to Su Yu's, Tang Song couldn't help but pinch QQ.

It had to be said that Qiuqiu's figure was truly good.

A standard "manga figure," thin waist, long legs, perky buttocks, big breasts, every part was just right, and the feel was top-notch.

Especially since she often practiced yoga, her body's flexibility was excellent.

Although she didn't have the exaggerated hourglass lines of Wen Ruan, she won in extreme proportion and harmony.

After the personal measurement just now, he could be sure that the nickname "Little Su Yu" was well-deserved.

Much more real than Qingqing, who was known as the "Little Su Yu of the coser world."

"Why can't I submit it? No response!" Qiuqiu on his lap muttered to herself anxiously, poking at the phone screen non-stop.

Tang Song took a look and explained: "This is because the instantaneous traffic is too large, triggering the server's overload protection. Don't worry, the activity will last for half a month anyway, just wait until the heat drops a little."

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With Su Yu's current popularity and the special significance of this activity, it was enough to set off a phenomenal carnival on the full network.

After all, Su Yu had always kept a distance from fans and had never held such a private interactive activity.

"Okay, then I can only participate later." Qiuqiu put down her phone, only then reacting belatedly to the extremely intimate sitting posture between the two.

And Tang Song's hot body underneath her.

She let out a low cry, her cheeks turned red "poof," and she subconsciously wanted to stand up from his lap.

However, she was firmly fixed by Tang Song.

"What's wrong? QQ." Tang Song looked at her with a smile.

Qiuqiu's cheeks were flushed, and she whispered: "I—I think my mom might be back soon—"

Tang Song kissed her flushed cheeks and asked in a gentle tone: "For this level of closeness today, can you accept it? You won't feel disgusted, right?"

Qiuqiu had a potential "asexuality" problem after all, and it was a sequela of her childhood trauma.

So, he still hoped to proceed step by step and respect her feelings.

Qiuqiu didn't dare to look into his eyes, was silent for a moment, and shook her head gently.

Tang Song touched QQ and looked at her, pursuing: "What do you mean? You don't like it? Or you don't feel disgusted."

Qiuqiu let out a low cry, bit her lower lip, and then replied in a weak voice: "No—no disgust, I don't feel disgusted."

Actually, she didn't feel disgusted before either, it was just because of her senior Gao Mengting, she didn't dare to have too much over-the-line contact with Tang Song.

But now she knew that Tang Song himself had several girlfriends.

Then—her doing this should not count as letting down her senior, right?

Of course, the most important thing was Tang Song's "descent of the divine soldier" today.

For her, it was like a hero stepping on colorful clouds, saving her and her mother from the abyss of despair.

The love she had suppressed for a long time in her heart had already surged like churning magma and could no longer be suppressed.

Just at this moment.

"Click—"

The sound of a key turning came from the door.

Hearing the movement, Qiuqiu, who was still in Tang Song's arms, bounced off his lap instantly.

She stood to the side at a loss, lowering her head to tidy up her slightly messy clothes.

Immediately after, the door was pushed open.

Li Meihua returned, carrying several shopping bags full of fresh vegetables.

"Auntie, you're back." Tang Song stood up with a smile, his face showing no abnormality.

As if nothing had just happened.

Li Meihua laughed enthusiastically: "Oh my, sorry, kept you waiting, I ran into an acquaintance on the way who insisted on pulling me to chat, and I couldn't get away for a long time!"

"It's okay, Auntie, we just finished chatting too."

Li Meihua put the shopping bags on the ground and said while changing shoes: "You guys play, I'll go in and cook first. Tang Song, what do you want to eat? Tell Auntie, Auntie will make it for you!"

"Auntie, whatever you make, I'll eat; your signature dishes will do."

"Okay!" Li Meihua tied on her apron and walked toward the kitchen in a rush.

Qiuqiu looked at him and whispered: "I—I'll go help my mom, it'll be faster, you sit for a while."

After finishing, she also ran into the kitchen like a startled little deer.

Watching her panicked back, Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle.

Then, he sat back on the sofa and picked up his phone.

He clicked on Weibo and entered Su Yu's latest dynamic.

First, he clicked the forward button.

Then, after pondering for a moment, he typed a comment: "Supporting my favorite female star, looking forward to becoming that lucky 'male koi'. @Su Yu."

After finishing all this, he put away his phone with satisfaction and leaned on the sofa comfortably.

Listening to the conversational sounds full of the atmosphere of life coming from the kitchen, and the clashing sounds of pots and pans, a warm arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

He could feel that Qiuqiu was opening her heart bit by bit.

And her relationship with her mother also seemed to have begun to show traces of melting in this daily life full of fireworks.

Perhaps she was truly too lacking in love.

Like a flower growing in a dark corner that had never seen the sun.

It only needed a little warmth and kindness to try hard, desperately, to bloom in the most beautiful posture toward the direction of light.

And giving her care, releasing kindness, saving her from the quagmire of the past, and finally harvesting her blooming.

Tang Song discovered that he also gained a profound sense of satisfaction from this process.

Perhaps, this was the true meaning of the 【Dream Flower Seed】 prop.

France, Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur region.

Tang Jin Manor.

The afternoon sun spilled over the vast lawn and rolling grapevines, dyeing the entire world in a layer of warm and lazy gold.

A crisp and rhythmic sound of horse hooves drifted in the air.

Jin Mi Shu was wearing a handmade custom white equestrian suit, riding an Andalusian horse that was pitch black and shiny.

On the manor's exclusive track, she was conducting obstacle jumping training.

Her spine was straight, her waistline slender, her posture impeccably elegant, as if she had merged into one with the spirited purebred horse beneath her.

In the sunlight, her beautiful face had a layer of healthy flush due to exercise, and sweat dampened her temples, adding a kind of heroic spirit full of vitality to her.

The training ended, and she dismounted nimbly and elegantly.

The groom, who had been waiting on the side, immediately stepped forward respectfully and led the spirited horse that was still panting heavily.

Jin Mi Shu walked into the lounge beside the track while wiping sweat with a towel.

Immediately after, a loud whistle sounded, and a sexy and hot figure rushed over, hugging her affectionately. "Seriously, Mira. Watching you ride is more enjoyable than watching the Olympics; you are simply too beautiful."

Annie Kate was only wearing a black sports bra and high-waisted tight pants, her muscle lines smooth and firm, her whole body radiating wild and confident heat, full of burning hormonal breath.

"Dear, I am riding a horse, not wrestling with you. Please maintain a little safe social distance that a noble should have."

Jin Mi Shu gently broke free from Annie's hand, walked to the bar, poured herself a glass of iced soda, and added a few slices of fresh lemon.

While drinking in small sips, she appreciated the pastoral scenery outside the window that looked like an oil painting.

【Tang Jin Manor】 had just been officially put into use.

This was also her first time fully appreciating its scenery.

Annie, however, leaned over relentlessly, poured herself a glass of manor-brewed red wine as deep red as blood, and said exaggeratedly: "I swear to God, Mira, this place is simply heaven. Private terminal, top-tier equestrian track, and this damn manor-brewed red wine that is even more mellow than a Bordeaux first-growth! I love this place to death!"

Immediately after, she began to praise non-stop.

Jin Mi Shu listened with a smile, only occasionally responding with a sentence or two.

After a while, Annie suddenly shouted "Whoo," turned her phone screen toward her, with a look of watching a good show on her face:

"Hey! Look at this! That female star is declaring war on you in front of everyone."

Jin Mi Shu froze, put down the glass, and her gaze swept over her phone.

Immediately after, she saw the screenshot sent by Su Yu in the WeChat group.

It was the Weibo post that Tang Song had just forwarded and commented on Su Yu's "birthday lottery" activity.

Su Yu had specially used a red brush to circle the three words "most favorite" in Tang Song's comment.

It appeared exceptionally glaring.

Jin Mi Shu's fingertips paused imperceptibly, and coldness welled up in her eyes.

Annie fanned the flames on the side: "Do you want me to help you beat her up? Let her know who the real mistress of this house is?"

"No need." Jin Meixiao's voice remained calm, but carried a kind of unquestionable majesty, "I have my own plan, don't mess around."

"OK, OK." Annie shrugged, saying somewhat boredly: "I really don't understand why you have to waste so much energy on her. Seriously, Mira, with your status, she doesn't count for anything to you."

Jin Mi Shu sipped her soda elegantly and didn't answer her, but her eyes became deep.

Regarding Su Yu, she did indeed value her a bit too much.

But behind this, there were also extremely complex and realistic reasons.

Starting from her personal emotional dimension, setting aside the "white moonlight" Liu Qingning who had long existed.

Su Yu was the only one who had truly "snatched away" Tang Song in a real sense.

During the two years from 2017 to 2018, Tang Song poured a large amount of emotion, time, and resources into Su Yu.

He wrote songs for her, wrote scripts for her, planned concerts for her, acquired companies for her, gifted her equity and luxury houses, and even went as far as "neglecting his proper work," pouring a large amount of energy that should have been used for technology, finance, and industrial layout into Su Yu's star cultivation plan.

She still remembered that Tang Song once looked at her with an obsessed look and called Su Yu "the most perfect female star in his ideals."

She was indeed jealous of Su Yu.

And Su Yu possessed her own business territory, fan base, and public opinion influence.

She was a true "femme fatale."

And also a "high-risk, highly emotional" unstable factor.

Of course, there was also a very important point—Ouyang Xianyue.

That "widow" who came from a top-tier gate was trying again and again to introduce Su Yu into the core trust of the Tang Jin family office.

Regarding Ouyang Xianyue, Jin Meixiao had never underestimated her.

Her wrist, ability, and mind were all top-tier.

She not only possessed the unfathomable background of her own family but also, with the expansion of 【Tang Yi Precision】, completely controlled the huge family force left by her late husband Lin Qiming.

And the predecessor of 【Tang Yi Precision】—Xinkaihang, was an industry once belonging to her husband Lin Qiming's family.

She also began to take over and operate Xinkaihang after inheriting Lin Qiming's will.

Today's 【Tang Yi Precision】 was no longer an ordinary precision instrument company; its industrial map spread all over the world, and it was one of the world's largest consumer electronics supply chain giants, even possessing its own industrial investment fund.

In terms of comprehensive influence in China alone, in some aspects, it even exceeded 【Smile Holdings】.

And behind it, it was also entangled in a huge political and business network capable of influencing national policy.

Who could guarantee that Ouyang Xianyue didn't have other thoughts?

Collecting her surging thoughts, Jin Mi Shu's gaze fell back on the phone screen.

A moment later, a smile of unknown meaning slowly curled on her face.

She turned around and walked out of the lounge with elegant and composed steps.

The two crossed the lawn beside the racetrack and took an electric cart to the manor's most core main building—"the

Residence."

This was a magnificent building full of modernist style, designed personally by a Pritzker Prize winner.

Huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls, clean geometric lines, and the surrounding natural landscape merged perfectly together.

In front of the building was a mirror-like calm infinity pool, reflecting the blue sky and rolling white clouds of Provence.

Here was the reception hub and residential core of the entire manor.

Jin Mi Shu didn't go in immediately, but said to Annie: "Take a picture for me."

"With pleasure." Annie immediately got into the spirit and took the phone Jin Mi Shu handed over.

Jin Mi Shu stood on the steps, a bright smile on her beautiful face.

The afternoon sun shone on her ivory-white equestrian suit, making it look like silk, perfectly outlining her body curves.

"Click—"

Annie pressed the shutter, perfectly freezing this picture full of modern power aesthetics and natural scenery. Jin Meixiao took the phone, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, she clicked on that WeChat group and sent the photo out.

Leaving a message: "Tang Jin Manor has been officially put into use, welcome all members of the Tang Jin family office to come for a vacation at any time."

Nowadays, even Mo Xiang Wan had joined the family office's decision-making committee.

And Su Yu was the only person in this group who was not qualified to step into this manor.

Just at this moment, Annie asked as if casually: "Mira, can I also have a private residence here? I really like this place too much, I really want to come over often to play."

Jin Meixiao slowly raised her head, her clear and spirited eyes without a hint of a smile, just watching her quietly like that.

Annie felt guilty being watched by her: "You, you, what are you doing? Did I say something wrong?"

Jin Meixiao stood on the higher step, looking down at this hidden horse from above.

She suddenly reached out her hand and, with her slender fingers, pinched Annie's chin irresistibly, forcing her to look at her.

"Little Annie, don't pretend, I don't know those things in your heart. I know clearly about those things you've done to Tang Song. Even which brand of contraceptive pills you buy, I know clearly."

Annie's pupils contracted sharply, and that face that was always carrying a bit of arrogance and provocation revealed an uncontrollable fear: "Oh, Mira, you listen to my explanation—"

Jin Mi Shu interrupted her directly, her gaze cold: "Since you have already made a choice and walked to his side, and I didn't stop you, you should understand what this means. If you dare to have any thoughts of betraying him in body or interest, I will make you and your father pay a price you absolutely cannot bear."

Regarding Su Yu, regarding Ouyang Xianyue, and even regarding Annie Kate before her.

She didn't trust them completely.

They didn't have that near-miraculous dream connection that crossed the universe and time and space between her and Tang Song.

They were all "outsiders."

November 30, 2023, Thursday, 10~15c.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Rongcheng, Jinli Villa.

Tang Song slowly opened his eyes in an extreme silence.

Accompanied by the SMS notification of the bank card arrival, he started a beautiful day.

Walking out of that independent residence named "Tingzhu Pavilion," a chill unique to early winter in Rongcheng rushed toward his face.

In the air, there was a faint scent of grass and damp soil mixed together.

The sky was still dim, and a few sporadic bird calls came from afar.

He didn't go for a morning run, just wearing a comfortable sports outfit, strolling leisurely in this simple and unadorned courtyard.

Waiting until the time was about right.

He took out his phone and dialed Liu Qingning's video call.

Immediately after, the white moonlight's cute face, carrying a bit of lazy waking up, filled the entire screen.

She seemed to have just woken up, kneeling on the hotel's soft bed.

Wearing a black and white color-blocked sports suit, her black hair was casually tied into a playful high ponytail, and a few wisps of soft air bangs rested on her smooth forehead.

That slightly tight sports top couldn't hide her plump and full chest at all.

"Good morning, baby." Tang Song smiled and kissed the lens.

Liu Qingning's face was slightly red, "Good morning."

"I've already arrived in Rongcheng, the climate here is really good—"

The two chatted like this, from the thin mist of Rongcheng to the cold rain of Shenzhen; from last night's sleep to today's breakfast.

Tang Song walked while aiming the lens at the black stones and frost-covered emerald bamboos in the courtyard, sharing the quietness of the Rongcheng morning with her.

After Liu Qingning finished her morning wash, the call between the two also ended accordingly.

Tang Song returned to his residence, took a serious hot shower, and shaved off the green stubble that had sprouted on his chin.

Then, he changed into a dark cashmere suit ironed flat by the butler.

Sitting in the study.

Opening the system interface, entering the warehouse, his gaze fell on a prop emitting a soft milky white halo.

【Sweet Dew Spring Pot】: Drinking water or tea brewed from this pot for a long period can nourish the five internal organs, clear the heart and lungs, and slowly and continuously improve body functions. (This physical item can be gifted)

【Note: One sip of the dew in the pot returns to true innocence】

Selecting the prop, using it immediately.

Immediately, an ancient and elegant purple clay teapot appeared in his hand.

The teapot's shape was a classic stone gourd pot, with smooth lines and perfect proportions.

The pot body presented a warm and deep purple-red color, the surface was delicate, without a trace of fire, as if it had been rubbed by someone for a hundred years.

It felt warm and moist, heavy, full of an indescribable high-class feel.

Tang Song opened the prepared custom wooden box and carefully placed this purple clay teapot inside.

This prop was a physical object and could be broken if dropped.

So he had never dared to take it out easily, fearing something might go wrong on the road.

And today, he was about to visit that Academician Ouyang who was known as a "national scholar."

This prop that could "nourish the five internal organs and clear the heart and lungs" was finally about to come in handy.

Thinking of being about to meet that legendary figure who was like a pillar of the nation, even with Tang Song's current state of mind, he couldn't help but feel a trace of excitement.

Taking a deep breath.

He sat at the desk, opened the computer, processed a few work emails, and replied to unread messages.

9:30 AM.

"Knock, knock, knock—" The knocking sound rang out.

The private butler walked in and said respectfully: "Mr. Tang, Ms. Ouyang has arrived."

Tang Song nodded, stood up, and walked out of the room carrying the heavy wooden gift box.

As soon as he went out, he saw that familiar black Audi A8L, and the graceful figure standing quietly there, waiting for him.

Today's Ouyang Xianyue was clearly dressed up carefully.

She was wearing a black turtleneck cashmere sweater, paired with a long fashionable coat, and her black, soft, medium-length hair was meticulously pinned up at the back of her head.

She just stood there quietly, in the thin mist of early winter in Rongcheng, as beautiful as a classical painting with a distant artistic conception.

Their gazes collided in the air, "Good morning, Ouyang." Tang Song's smile was clear and brilliant, even more dazzling than the warm sun at this moment.

Ouyang Xianyue seemed to be masking something, subconsciously shifting her gaze away by half a point, "Good morning, did you sleep comfortably last night?"

"Pretty good, I like it here very much."

"That's good, I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it; you can come and stay often when you're free." She said, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

Tang Song approached, and an extremely high-class, rich fragrance mixed with amber and agarwood lingered.

His eyebrows raised, and he felt a bit strange in his heart.

As far as he knew, Ouyang Xianyue didn't have the habit of wearing perfume; the fragrance on her body had always come from the natural agarwood incense on her clothes.

But today, she not only wore perfume but even put on a makeup that was richer than usual.

Making her look even more gorgeous and moving.

Tang Song paused and praised sincerely: "You look very beautiful today."

Ouyang Xianyue's face was slightly unnatural, and she subconsciously brushed the hair at her temples, "Thank you."

Immediately after, she turned elegantly and personally opened the rear door for him.

The car drove steadily out of Jinli Villa and merged into the city's traffic.

Academician Ouyang's residence was located by Huanhuaxi in the west of the city, in a quiet recuperation courtyard surrounded by tall sycamore trees and heavy walls.

The car drove slowly closer, and the atmosphere around also gradually became solemn.

On both sides of the road, the armed police on duty stood straight, their eyes like torches.

When this Audi A8L drove in slowly.

Ouyang Xianyue beside him turned slightly.

Looking at the familiar tree-lined path outside the window, she said softly in a tone that was almost a murmur, carrying a bit of reminiscence: "This should be your first time coming here; the last time was nearly five years ago, in early 2019, we were also sitting in the same car."

Hearing her words, looking at her graceful and gorgeous side profile, and the familiar scenery outside the window.

Tang Song's heart suddenly jumped violently.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched, solidified, and stopped at this moment.

Immediately after, a white feather drifted slowly into his line of sight, emitting a faint golden soft light, beautiful and moving.

"Swish—"

The torrent of memory surged, drowning his thoughts.