Chapter 664: Warning Outsiders: Light Feather

Looking at the text on the system's light curtain, a nameless emotion surged within Tang Song's heart.

The memories he had currently obtained ended precisely at the end of 2018.

That was shortly after Christmas had concluded.

He clearly remembered the look in her eyes that night, during Su Yu's birthday years ago.

It was a look of utter despair, humble and painful, as if her heart had turned to ash.

One could say that Su Yu's current paranoid and even slightly manic personality was entirely "PUA-ed" into existence by that [Dream Realm Tang Song].

A magnificent superstar was forcibly trained into a paranoid yandere lacking any sense of security.

This interactive mission could be considered a chance to make up for it.

"I'm posting! I'm going to participate immediately! And the fan group! I need to notify them too! Organize everyone to repost!"

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, sitting on his lap, had completely forgotten her shyness, forgetting she was still intimately seated on Tang Song's thighs.

Her entire being had fallen into a state of fanatical enthusiasm unique to fans.

Immediately, she excitedly opened the Weibo app.

For her, a die-hard "Yu Fan," this was nothing short of the ultimate dream falling from the sky.

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

Especially during the most unbearable days following her grandmother's death.

If not for listening to Su Yu's songs every day and watching her inspirational story of climbing to the top amidst adversity, she might have truly developed depression.

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

Tang Song turned off the system light curtain and leaned over to look as well.

He immediately saw that new post hanging prominently as the very first item on the homepage.

[Su Yu: For this year's birthday, I want to spend it with you.

Thank you all for your long-standing support and companionship. This Christmas, which is also my birthday, I will select from all fans. Participation method: Please go to the pinned event page on the official Su Yu Fan Support Forum, fill in your personal information, and submit your application. All fans are eligible to participate; I look forward to meeting you.]

Watching this post, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu trembled slightly all over from excitement; feeling her agitation and immersion,

and looking at her face which bore some resemblance to Su Yu's, Tang Song couldn't help but pinch Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's cheek.

It had to be said, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's figure was truly excellent.

A standard "manga body," with a slender waist, long legs, a perky butt, and large breasts, every part just right, feeling absolutely first-class to the touch.

Especially since she often practiced yoga, her body possessed exceptional flexibility.

Although she lacked the exaggerated hourglass lines of Wen Wen Ruan, she excelled in extreme proportionality and harmony.

After just personally measuring her moments ago, he could confirm that the nickname "Little Su Yu" was well-deserved.

She was far more real than Sister Sister Qingqing, who was hailed as the "Coser World's Little Su Yu."

"Why can't I submit? There's no response!" Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu on his lap muttered anxiously to herself, repeatedly tapping the phone screen.

Tang Song took a glance and explained, "The instant traffic is too heavy, triggering the server's overload protection. No rush; the event will continue for half a month anyway. It'll be fine once the hype dies down a bit."

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Given Su Yu's current popularity and the special significance of this event, it was sufficient to spark a phenomenon-level carnival across the entire internet.

After all, Su Yu had always maintained a distance from her fans and had never held such a private interactive event before.

"Alright, then I can only participate later." Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu put down her phone, only then realizing belatedly the extremely intimate sitting posture between the two of them.

And the fiery heat of Tang Song's body beneath her.

She let out a low cry, her cheeks flushing red instantly, and subconsciously tried to stand up from his lap.

However, she was firmly held in place by Tang Song.

"What's wrong? Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu." Tang Song looked at her with a smiling expression.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu's cheeks burned with shame as she whispered, "I... my mom might be back soon."

Tang Song kissed her rosy cheek and asked in a gentle tone, "Can you accept this level of intimacy today? You don't feel repulsed, do you?"

After all, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu had the potential issue of "frigidity," a sequelae of her childhood trauma.

Therefore, he hoped to proceed step by step, respecting her feelings.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu dared not look into his eyes; after a moment of silence, she gently shook her head.

Tang Song poked Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu and pressed her, asking, "What does that mean? Do you not like it, or do you not feel repulsed?"

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu let out a low cry, bit her lower lip, and finally replied in a faint voice, "N-not repulsed, I'm not repulsed."

Actually, she hadn't felt repulsed before either; it was just because of her senior sister Gao Gao Gao Mengting that she dared not have too much excessive contact with Tang Song.

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

Then... doing this herself shouldn't count as betraying her senior sister, right?

Of course, most importantly, it was Tang Song's "divine descent" today.

To her, he was like a hero stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, saving her and her mother from the abyss of despair.

The love she had suppressed for so long in her heart was already like churning magma, impossible to restrain any longer.

Just then.

"Click—"

The sound of a key turning came from the door.

Hearing the noise, Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu, still in Tang Song's arms, immediately sprang up from his lap.

Standing aside at a loss, she lowered her head to tidy her slightly disheveled clothes.

Immediately after, the door was pushed open.

Li Aunt Meihua returned, carrying several shopping bags filled with fresh vegetables.

"Auntie, you're back." Tang Song smiled and stood up, his face showing no abnormality.

As if nothing had just happened.

Li Aunt Meihua smiled warmly and said, "Oh my, sorry to keep you waiting; I met an acquaintance on the way who insisted on dragging me into a long chat, and I couldn't get away for ages!"

"It's fine, Auntie; we just finished chatting ourselves."

Li Aunt Meihua placed the shopping bags on the floor and, while changing her shoes, said, "You two relax; I'll go start cooking first. Tang Song, is there anything specific you'd like to eat? Tell Auntie, and Auntie will make it for you!"

"Whatever you make, Auntie, I'll eat; your signature dishes are fine."

"Got it!" Li Aunt Meihua tied on an apron and briskly headed toward the kitchen.

Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu looked at him and whispered, "I... I'll go help my mom with some chores; it'll be faster that way. You sit for a while first."

Finishing her sentence, she, like a frightened little deer, ran into the kitchen as well.

Watching her flustered retreating figure, Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle softly.

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

He opened Weibo and entered Su Yu's latest post.

First, he clicked the repost button.

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

After doing all this, he put away his phone with satisfaction and leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner.

Listening to the conversations filled with the breath of life coming from the kitchen, along with the clattering of pots and pans, the corners of his mouth curved into a warm arc.

He could feel that Cheng Cheng Qiuqiu was gradually opening her heart.

Moreover, her relationship with her mother seemed to be showing signs of thawing within this daily life filled with the smoke and fire of cooking.

Perhaps she truly lacked love too much.

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

With just a little warmth and kindness, it would strive desperately to bloom in its most beautiful form toward the light.

And by giving her care, releasing kindness, saving her from the quagmire of the past, and ultimately harvesting her bloom,

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

Perhaps this was the true meaning of the item [Dream Flower Seed].

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

Tang Jin Manor.

The afternoon sunlight 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 hooves drifted through the air.

Secretary Jin, dressed in a custom-made white equestrian outfit, rode a sleek, jet-black Andalusian horse that gleamed with oil.

She was conducting show jumping training on the manor's exclusive track.

Her back was straight as an arrow, her waistline slender, her posture impeccably elegant, seeming to merge into one with the magnificent thoroughbred beneath her.

Under the sunlight, her exquisitely beautiful face flushed with a healthy glow from exercise; sweat dampened her temples, adding a kind of heroic vitality to her.

Training concluded, she dismounted with a neat and elegant flip.

The groom, who had been waiting nearby, immediately approached respectfully and took the reins of the still heavily breathing steed.

Wiping her sweat with a towel, Secretary Jin walked into the rest hall beside the track.

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

Anne Kate wore only a black sports bra and high-waisted tight pants; her muscle lines were smooth and firm, radiating a wild and confident heat, filled with a scorching aura of hormones.

"Darling, I am horseback riding, not wrestling with you. Please maintain a safe social distance befitting a noble."

Secretary Jin gently broke free from Anne's grip, walked to the bar, poured herself a glass of chilled soda water, and added a few slices of fresh lemon.

Sipping it in small mouthfuls, she admired the pastoral scenery outside the window, which looked like an oil painting.

[Tang Jin Manor] had just officially been put into use.

This was also her first time fully taking in its splendor.

Annie, however, pressed over relentlessly, pouring herself a glass of the estate's own deep crimson, blood-like red wine, and exclaimed with exaggerated flair: "I swear to God, Mira, this place is simply heaven. A private terminal, a top-tier equestrian track, and this damn estate-brewed red wine that's even richer than a First Growth from Bordeaux! I absolutely love it here!"

Immediately, she began to praise it incessantly.

Secretary Jin listened with a smile, only occasionally offering a response or two.

After a moment, Annie suddenly let out a "Whoa!" and turned her phone screen toward her, a look of schadenfreude on her face:

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

Secretary Jin paused, set down her glass, and swept her gaze across the phone screen.

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

It was the Weibo post Tang Song had just reposted and commented on regarding Su Yu's "Birthday Lucky Draw" event.

Su Yu had specifically used a red brush to circle the three characters "like the most" in Tang Song's comment.

It looked particularly glaring.

The tip of Secretary Jin's finger paused imperceptibly, a chill rising in her eyes.

Annie fanned the flames from the side, saying, "Do you want me to give her a little knock? Let her know who the real mistress of this house is?"

"No need." Jin Meixiao's voice remained calm, yet carried an air of unquestionable authority. "I have my own plans; do not act rashly."

"OK, OK." Annie shrugged, saying somewhat boredly, "I really don't understand why you're wasting so much energy on her. Honestly, Mira, with your status, she means nothing to you."

Secretary Jin elegantly sipped her soda water without answering, but her gaze grew profound.

Regarding Su Yu, she indeed valued her somewhat excessively.

But behind this lay extremely complex and realistic reasons.

From the perspective of her personal emotions, setting aside that long-existing "white moonlight," Liu Liu Liu Qingning.

Su Yu was the only one who had truly, in every sense of the word, "snatched" Tang Song away.

During the two years of 2017–2018, Tang Song poured vast amounts 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, and bestowed equity and luxury mansions upon her; he even went so far as to "neglect his proper business," diverting enormous energy that should have been used for technology, finance, and industrial layouts into Su Yu's star-making program.

She still remembered clearly how Tang Song, with an obsessed look in his eyes, had once called Su Yu "his ideal, most perfect female star" right in front of her.

She was indeed jealous of Su Yu.

Furthermore, Su Yu possessed her own business empire, a solid fan base, and influence over public opinion.

She was a true "beauty who brings disaster."

And she was an unstable factor characterized by "high risk and high emotional volatility."

Of course, there was also one very important point: Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue.

That "widow" born of a top-tier aristocratic family was time and again attempting to draw Su Yu into the core trust of the Tang-Jin Family Office.

Regarding Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue, Jin Meixiao had never underestimated her.

Her tactics, abilities, and mentality were all of the highest caliber.

Not only did she possess the unfathomable background of her own family, but with the expansion of [Tangyi Precision], she had also completely seized control of the massive familial forces left behind by her late husband, Lin Lin Qiming.

And the predecessor of [Tangyi Precision]—Xinkaihang—had once been an asset of her husband Lin Lin Qiming's family.

It was only after inheriting Lin Lin Qiming's last wishes that she began to take over and manage Xinkaihang.

Today's [Tangyi Precision] was long ago no longer an ordinary precision instrument company; its business empire spanned the globe, making it one of the largest giants in the consumer electronics supply chain, and it even possessed its own industrial investment fund.

Solely in terms of comprehensive influence within Huaxia, in certain aspects, it even surpassed [Smile Holdings].

Moreover, behind it was entangled a political and commercial network so vast it could influence national policy.

Who could guarantee that Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue harbored no other intentions?

Restraining her surging thoughts, Secretary Jin's gaze fell once more upon the phone screen.

A moment later, a smile of ambiguous meaning slowly curved upon her lips.

Turning, she walked with elegant and composed steps toward the exit of the lounge.

The two crossed the lawn beside the racecourse, took an electric cart, and arrived before the estate's most core main building—"The Residence" (the Official Mansion).

This was a magnificent building filled with modernist style, personally designed by a Pritzker Prize laureate.

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

Before the building lay an infinity pool as calm as a mirror, reflecting the azure sky of Provence and the drifting white clouds.

This place was the reception hub and residential core of the entire estate.

Secretary Jin did not enter immediately but said to Annie, "Take a photo of me."

"With pleasure." Annie immediately perked up, taking the phone Secretary Jin handed her.

Secretary Jin stood on the steps, a bright smile blooming on her beautiful face.

The afternoon sunlight bathed her ivory-white equestrian outfit, making it look like satin and perfectly outlining the curves of her body.

The afternoon sunlight bathed her ivory-white equestrian outfit, making it gleam like satin and perfectly outlining the curves of her body.

Annie pressed the shutter, perfectly freezing this scene filled with modern aesthetic of power and natural scenery. Jin Meixiao took back the phone, glanced at it, and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, she opened that WeChat group and sent out this photo.

She added a message: "The Tang-Jin Estate is now officially in use. Members of the Tang-Jin Family Office are welcome to come here for vacation at any time."

Nowadays, even Mo Mo Mo Xiangwan had joined the Family Office's Decision-Making Committee.

And Su Yu was the only person in this group who lacked the qualification to step foot in this estate.

Just then, Annie asked as if casually, "Mira, could I also have a private mansion built here for myself? I really love this place and wish I could come play here often."

Jin Meixiao slowly raised her head; there was not a trace of a smile in her fresh and spirited eyes as she simply stared quietly at her.

Annie was stared at until she felt somewhat guilty: "Wh-what? Did I say something wrong?"

Standing one step higher, Jin Meixiao looked down upon this wild horse from above.

She suddenly reached out and, with her slender fingers, irresistibly pinched Annie's chin, forcing her to meet her gaze.

"Little Annie, don't play games. I know clearly those thoughts in your heart. I know clearly everything you've done to Tang Song. I even know clearly which brand of contraceptives you bought."

Annie's pupils contracted sharply; on that face which always carried a hint of arrogance and provocation, an unmaskable terror appeared. "Oh, Mira, listen to me explain—"

Secretary Jin cut her off directly, her gaze icy cold: "Since you have already made your choice and walked to his side, and I did not stop you, you should understand what this means. If you ever dare to harbor any thought of betraying him, whether in body or interest, I will make you and your father bear a price you absolutely cannot afford."

For Su Yu, for Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue, and even for the Annie Carter standing before her.

She placed her trust in none of them completely.

They did not share the dreamlike connection between herself and Tang Song, a connection akin to a miracle that transcended universe and spacetime.

They were all "outsiders."

November 30, 2023, Thursday, 10–15°C.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Rongcheng, Jinli Villa.

In an extreme silence, Tang Song slowly opened his eyes.

Accompanied by the notification sound of a bank transfer arriving, he began a wonderful day.

Stepping out of the independent courtyard named "Listening to Bamboo Pavilion," a chill unique to Rongcheng's early winter rushed to meet him.

The air carried a faint scent mixed of vegetation and damp earth.

The sky was still dim, and a few scattered bird calls came from the distance.

He did not go for a morning run; instead, wearing a comfortable set of sportswear, he strolled leisurely through this ancient and simple courtyard.

When the time was about right.

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

Immediately, the white moonlight's cute face, bearing a hint of lazy awakening, filled the entire screen.

She seemed to have just gotten up not long ago, kneeling on the soft bed in the hotel.

She wore a black-and-white color-blocked tracksuit; her raven-black hair was casually tied into a playful high ponytail, with a few soft strands of bangs resting against her smooth forehead.

That slightly oversized sports top could not conceal her full and plump breasts.

"Good morning, baby." Tang Song smiled and blew a kiss at the camera.

Liu Liu Liu Qingning's face flushed slightly. "Good morning."

"I've already arrived in Rongcheng; the climate here is really nice—"

The two chatted casually like this, from Rongcheng's thin mist to Shencheng's night rain; from last night's sleep to today's breakfast.

As Tang Song walked, he turned the camera toward the vigorous black pines and frost-covered emerald bamboos in the courtyard, sharing the tranquility of a Rongcheng morning with her.

Once Liu Liu Liu Qingning finished her morning exercises, their call ended as well.

Tang Song returned to his courtyard, took a serious hot shower, and shaved clean the greenish stubble that had emerged on his chin.

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

Sitting in the study.

He opened the system interface, entered the warehouse, and his gaze fell upon an item emitting a soft milky-white halo.

[Dew Spring Pot]: Drinking water or tea brewed in this pot regularly can nourish the five viscera, clear the heart and lungs, and slowly but continuously improve bodily functions. (This physical item can be gifted.)

[Note: The moon within the pot, one sip returns one to innocence.]

Selecting the item, he used it immediately.

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

The teapot's shape was the classic Stone Gourd Pot, with smooth lines and balanced proportions.

The body of the pot presented a warm, deep purplish-red hue; its surface was delicate, devoid of any fiery roughness, as if it had been rubbed by human hands for a hundred years.

The body of the teapot displayed a warm, deep purplish-red hue; its surface was fine and smooth, devoid of any fiery glare, as if it had been rubbed by human hands for a hundred years.

The entrance was noble and warm, heavy in the hand, brimming with an indescribable sense of high-class refinement.

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

This item was a physical object; it could easily be shattered if dropped.

That was why he had never dared to take it out lightly, fearing something might go wrong along the way.

And today, he was finally about to visit Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Cheshi, the man hailed as a "National Scholar."

This item, capable of "nourishing the five viscera and clearing the heart and lungs," was finally about to be put to use.

Thinking that he was about to meet a figure who existed only in legends, a towering pillar of the realm, even with Tang Song's current disposition, a trace of nervousness inevitably arose within his heart.

He took a deep breath.

Sitting upright before his desk, he turned on his computer, processed a few work emails, and replied to some unread messages.

9:30 AM.

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

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

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

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw that familiar black Audi A8L, and standing quietly beside it, waiting for him, was a figure of graceful dignity.

Today, Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue had clearly been meticulously groomed.

She wore a black high-neck cashmere sweater, layered with a stylish mid-length coat, her jet-black, smooth shoulder-length hair neatly pinned up at the back of her head.

She stood there silently, in the thin winter mist of Rongcheng, beautiful as a classical scroll painting filled with distant, lingering artistic conception.

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

As if to hide something, Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue subconsciously shifted her gaze away slightly. "Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Quite well; I really like it here."

"That's good. I was worried you might not be accustomed to it. You're welcome to stay here often when you have free time," she said, a faint smile curving her lips.

As Tang Song approached, an extremely refined, rich fragrance mixing amber and ebony drifted toward him.

His eyebrows raised slightly; something felt strange in his heart.

As far as he knew, Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue had no habit of wearing perfume; the scent on her person always came from natural agarwood infused into her clothing.

But today, she had not only worn perfume but also applied makeup heavier than usual.

Yet, it made her appear even more magnificent and moving.

Tang Song paused for a moment and sincerely praised, "You look very beautiful today."

A slight unnaturalness crossed Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue's face; she subconsciously tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."

Then, she turned elegantly and personally opened the rear car door for him.

The car drove smoothly out of Jinli Villa and merged into the city traffic.

Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Cheshi's residence was located by the Huanhua Creek in the west of the city, an extremely low-key senior rehabilitation center surrounded by tall plane trees and thick walls.

As the car slowly approached, the atmosphere around them gradually became solemn.

On both sides of the road, armed police officers stood guard with straight postures and piercing gazes.

As this Audi A8L slowly drove in,

Lady Ouyang Lady Ouyang Xianyue beside him turned slightly.

Gazing at the familiar tree-lined avenue outside the window, she spoke softly in a tone akin to a murmur, tinged with nostalgia: "This should be your second time 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 dignified and beautiful profile, and seeing the seemingly familiar scenery outside the window,

Tang Song's heart suddenly pounded violently.

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

Immediately afterward, a pure white feather slowly drifted into his line of sight, emitting a faint golden soft glow, utterly magnificent.

"Whoosh~"

A torrent of memories surged forth, drowning his thoughts.