Chapter 515: The Outline of the White Moonlight

On the viewing terrace, the crowd quietly differentiated; some people were still gathered around Shen Yuyan, greeting, handing out business cards, exploring cooperation, etiquette was thorough, atmosphere lively;

The gazes of another part of the people had already shifted, looking at that President Cheng.

The weight of Tangyi Precision, no need to say more.

This giant spanning global consumer electronics, automotive electronics, chip design, and intelligent manufacturing had long been a behemoth that could not be shaken in the industry.

And as one of the few female executives of Tangyi Precision, Cheng Siman's name had long been a well-known existence in the industry.

She once served as Ouyang Xianyue's executive secretary, the director of the Tangyi President's Office, and now she holds real power in multiple key tracks, managing the Consumer Electronics Business Group.

"President Cheng, hello!"

"I am Derek from RGA Capital, long admired your name, today is truly an honor."

"I am Ethan Chen from Credit Suisse Group, we are promoting an automation assembly project, hope to have the opportunity—"

As several knowledgeable investors stepped forward to greet Cheng Siman, the atmosphere of the scene tilted rapidly.

More people began to turn around, or look sideways, or approach tentatively.

Shen Yuyan stood in the center of the crowd, the smile on the corners of her mouth paused, but quickly stabilized.

Of course, she knew who Cheng Siman was. Ouyang Xianyue was her idol, she had studied Tangyi's strategic layout many times, and she had also seen Cheng Siman's photos in media reports.

Facing such a big figure, she felt more excitement and yearning in her heart.

It was just unexpected that she would appear at the China Club 15th-floor viewing terrace with Lin Muxue, and for a moment, she didn't react.

Looking at Lin Muxue, who was standing beside Cheng Siman, her expression calm, the corners of her lips smiling, looking indifferent.

Her breathing tightened involuntarily, emotions surged in her mind, but she quickly returned to being dignified and elegant.

She gently put down her wine glass and said to the people beside her with a smile:

"Sorry, excuse me, I'm going to say hello to a friend."

The few guests chatting around were slightly stunned, then nodded one after another.

They followed her gaze and saw the young woman beside Cheng Siman, whose expression was calm and dress elegant. Shen Yuyan held her head high, her pace composed and steady, walking elegantly toward Lin Muxue's direction.

The crowd subconsciously made a narrow passage for her, gazes gradually gathering, carrying curiosity and doubt.

"Luna, didn't expect to run into you here."

Shen Yuyan spoke softly, her tone gentle and generous.

Lin Muxue smiled slightly, nodded gently: "Shirley, good evening. Tonight's China Club is truly lively."

"If it weren't lively, how could it match the weight of this news?"

The two's gazes met against the backdrop of the night and the crowd, their tone peaceful, their speech speed gentle, appearing instead to have a few points of intimacy.

Of course, they both knew.

This "intimacy" was only derived from the unified front that needed to be presented when bystanders were watching.

Rongliu Capital officially stepped onto the stage of the capital market.

Now it was their MVP settlement interface.

Shen Yuyan turned to look at Cheng Siman, her gaze slightly narrowed, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and took the initiative to reach out:

"Hello, President Cheng, I am Shen Yuyan, the director assistant of Rongliu Capital, long admired your name, very honored to see you here."

Cheng Siman originally just nodded politely, but after hearing her self-introduction, her eyes clearly moved.

The professional smile on her face also converged a bit, becoming much more sincere.

"Hello, Assistant Shen, Tangyi Precision, Cheng Siman."

Shen Yuyan was stunned, then her heart shook, and she quickly reached out to shake hands with her.

A surprise and respect that was just right appeared on her face: "President Cheng, you are a senior I have always respected very much. When I was researching the AI device-side project before, I studied Tangyi's layout in smart modules, and I even saved the PPT of your speech at that industry summit... including the interviews with Ms. Ouyang, I have almost studied them repeatedly."

Cheng Siman heard these words, and the smile deepened: "Thank you for your attention, if there is a chance, we can chat in depth."

"That would be too honored." Shen Yuyan's eyes shone, and a layer of shallow red flush appeared on her cheeks involuntarily.

She never expected that Cheng Siman would be so "polite" to her, not only introducing herself but also leaving the possibility of further communication.

For a time, her mood was agitated, and her gaze toward Lin Muxue also softened a few points involuntarily.

Tonight was destined to be an extremely important night for her.

The 10 billion mother fund behind Rongliu Capital, the entry of two major consortia, was enough to attract attention.

And at this moment, Cheng Siman's presence added a heavy stroke to this situation.

Noticing that several financial people who had just exchanged business cards were looking over here frequently.

Shen Yuyan's thoughts turned, and she suddenly took Lin Muxue's arm, her expression intimate, and introduced with a smile: "This is our Rongliu Capital's general assistant, Luna."

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the people around became enthusiastic instantly.

The Tangjin Family Office itself was an organization led by Ouyang Xianyue of Tangyi Precision and Jin Meixiao of Weixiao Holdings.

Explosive news had just come out, and now two core managements of Rongliu Capital were gathered with Cheng Siman of Tangyi Precision.

This had to make them have associations.

The crowd began to gather slowly.

Lin Muxue took a light breath, as if she had eaten a ginseng fruit, taking one business card after another, occasionally nodding in response.

The posture was grasped just right.

She liked this kind of occasion, surrounded by halos, stars holding the moon.

The excitement and agitation brought by the major cooperation that Rongliu Capital was about to announce finally slowly stretched out under everyone's gaze.

Cool.

The atmosphere on the terrace became more and more enthusiastic, wine glasses clinking, wine light reflecting... "Luna, Shirley, interested in looking at the new energy project we are laying out in the SEA market? I can let the team make a summary and send it to you."

"Don't know if Rongliu will consider introducing external strategic LPs in this new round of GP structure?"

Lin Muxue always maintained that shallow smile, elegantly raising her glass, touching it lightly, but did not make a substantive response.

Shen Yuyan stood to the side, occasionally inserting a few witty remarks at the right time, gently pushing the topic away.

The two cooperated just right, making everyone confused.

However, only they themselves knew the reality: they also just knew about this, and couldn't say anything about it.

Fortunately, with Cheng Siman present, no one was too excessive. After a burst of pleasantries,

the crowd's interest seemed to slow down slightly, and the enthusiasm gradually turned to relaxation.

Cheng Siman touched glasses with everyone and said softly: "The wind outside is a bit strong, shall we go inside and sit for a while?"

As soon as the voice came out, the surrounding conversation was lowered,

Lin Muxue scanned the night view of Central in front of her, still wanting more, and smiled: "Indeed, it's starting to get windy, then let's go to the private room and continue drinking."

As she spoke, she turned to look at Shen Yuyan: "Shirley, do you want to go sit together?"

Shen Yuyan pondered slightly, and said to Ji Yingying and Bai Menglin not far away: "I'll go in and chat with friends for a while."

Ji Yingying's expression was somewhat unnatural, the corners of her mouth barely twitching: "You're busy."

A trace of unease and complexity flashed in Bai Menglin's eyes, as if she had something to say, but stopped at this moment.

She hesitated for a moment, but still said in a low voice: "Then I'll wait for you here, see you later."

She still had extremely important words to say to Shen Yuyan, but the occasion was clearly inappropriate now.

But she was afraid of missing this opportunity, so she could only wait here hard.

After a few short farewells, the crisp sound of high heels on the floor, together with the "clatter" sound of the glass door closing, isolated the noise slightly.

On the terrace, discussions sounded again.

Some people also picked up their phones and began to make calls.

The four passed through the elegant corridor and arrived at a low-key but well-designed private room deep on the 15th floor.

After everyone sat down, the waiter quickly sent over a few glasses of awakened red wine, and the atmosphere immediately calmed down.

Shen Yuyan sat in the single sofa in the corner, adjusted her sitting posture slightly, and looked at Bei Yuwei beside her: "Hello Yuwei,

I've watched "Listening to the Rain in Leisure" you filmed, it's really great. And my best friend is your die-hard fan, often cosplaying

your ancient costume style at home."

Bei Yuwei was stunned, then beamed: "Really? Then I'm too honored."

Shen Yuyan took the opportunity to pick up her phone: "Is it convenient to take a photo? If she knows I met you tonight, she will definitely be jealous."

"Of course." Bei Yuwei leaned over, and the two leaned lightly and took a few photos together, and successfully added WeChat.

Only then did Shen Yuyan take a sip of wine, preparing to relax her emotions slightly.

Then she noticed, on the main sofa opposite.

Cheng Siman was leaning to the side,

Compared to the restrained and polite attitude on the terrace, the enthusiasm and closeness at this moment.

Shen Yu’s gaze flickered, and she quickly masked the complicated emotions in her heart.

This is too bizarre!

It wasn't that she didn't understand Lin Mu’s "act"; she had seen too many women putting on airs, and she even had vanity herself, fantasizing about being the center of attention.

But what she didn't understand was, how exactly did Lin Mu "act" in such a way that so many top-tier big shots would come to play the role of her sycophants?

Back at that fashion exhibition in Yancheng, Zheng Qiuqiu and Shangguan Qiuya had treated her with exceptional courtesy.

She could reasonably explain that as, with Tang Zong present, Lin Mu, as his assistant, would naturally receive a little extra deference.

After all, Tang Zong was truly formidable.

Annie Kate, the heir to Kate Trust, was one of his behind-the-scenes supporters.

The capital structure of Rongliu Capital and this ten-billion-dollar capital injection all proved that he was truly at the "pinnacle of capital."

But this time in Xiangjiang, Tang Zong wasn't even on the scene.

Yet Lin Mu was able to have Cheng Qiuqiu personally accompany her for drinks and idle chatter, and Mo Xiangwan personally pick her up from the airport despite her busy schedule.

This had completely overturned her logical understanding.

She had once investigated Lin Mu in depth.

Born in a small county in Shaanxi Province, her household registration was still currently hanging in a collective community household in Yancheng.

Her file only showed an adult undergraduate degree, and most of her resume consisted of administrative work at financial companies.

The only position that was truly "presentable" was when she joined Juqing Huijin and served as a committee assistant.

That was also an important leap in her life, and behind it, of course, was Tang Zong’s "appreciation"—one didn't need to think to know that.

In her daily life, she loved to show off wealth on social media, posting bags, taking photos at hotels, and checking in at high-end venues.

A typical "boss's mistress": superior looks, outstanding emotional intelligence, and a high-class vase skilled at reading the room.

This was an understandable, even commonplace existence.

For example, the olive branch Wang Yubo had previously thrown her way was targeting a role similar to Lin Mu’s.

Providing emotional value, receiving material rewards, being favored, and having a certain role in work, but never truly being able to enter the inner sanctum.

It was also because of this understanding that she had worked so hard to present herself.

Striving for the "Yanzhao Youth Entrepreneurship Support Plan," doggedly pursuing Youjie Housekeeping, and working hard to build connections to demonstrate her value.

Taking a light breath, Shen Yu smiled and teased, "Luna, why haven't I heard you mention before that you also know Manager Cheng? You really gave me a fright tonight."

As she spoke, she patted her own chest.

Lin Mu gently rubbed the rim of her glass with her finger and said with a smile on her lips, "Tomorrow I'm going to attend a closed-door event hosted by the LVMH Group with Manager Cheng and Yuwei, and we happened to gather here tonight. The atmosphere here is good, so we just had a quick drink. I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"How could you," Shen Yu picked up her wine glass, her smile still appropriate, "It is my honor to know a figure like Manager Cheng."

"Then let's have a toast together." Lin Mu raised her glass and smiled playfully at Shen Yu.

【"Cheers."】

The wine glasses clinked crisply, and the atmosphere in the private room went quiet for a moment. Cheng Qiuqiu set down her glass and looked at Lin Mu, saying, "By the way, Luna, when is Tang Zong coming to Xiangjiang?"

"He'll be here before noon tomorrow."

"Mm, then take good care of Tang Zong during the day, and I'll arrange a car to pick you up in the evening."

Shen Yu’s hand tightened, and she feigned nonchalance as she interjected, "Manager Cheng, do you... know our Tang Zong?"

Cheng Qiuqiu’s gaze met hers briefly, then she just smiled and nodded lightly.

Neither avoiding the question nor offering further explanation.

Shen Yu lowered her head, her gaze trembling violently.

It really was Tang Zong.

But it still wasn't right.

If Lin Mu were Tang Zong’s official girlfriend or fiancée, then everything would be easy to explain.

But she was just a mistress!

For instance, her old friend Xu Qing, who was also one of Tang Zong’s women, had never enjoyed this kind of special treatment.

Even if one added Lin Mu’s status as an assistant, it still didn't make sense!

Put yourself in her shoes.

If she had a status like Mo Xiangwan’s, even if she were polite and courteous to a big shot’s mistress, she wouldn't truly treat the other person as an equal in her heart.

Unless, unless Tang Zong’s status was so noble that even his mistress was enough to transcend the rules of ordinary power and wealth.

Her heart skipped a beat, and the thoughts in her mind couldn't help but start to run wild.

Come to think of it, Tang Yi Precision, Tang Zong Entertainment, and Tang Jin Family Office—they all had "Tang" in their names.

Could it be that Tang Zong was some mysterious heir to a wealthy family, a hidden dragon king, a legendary mercenary king, or a mastermind behind the scenes, and these were all his industries?

Soon, her reason pulled her back.

Shen Yu blinked and smiled self-mockingly.

Heh.

Do you think this is one of Xu Qing’s novels?

Standing behind Tang Yi Precision was Ouyang Xianyue and the top-level power structure she represented.

That was not just a commercial giant, but a key pillar driving the country’s technological self-reliance and industrial upgrading at a strategic level.

As for Tang Jin Family Office, it was a capital engine built jointly by Ouyang Xianyue and Jin Meixiao, with deep-rooted and unfathomable power.

If Tang Zong really had such vast reach and background, why would he still run off to Yancheng to mess around with Songmei Clothing and short dramas?

Although she couldn't understand why Lin Mu was so bizarre.

But one thing could be confirmed.

Tang Zong’s status was far higher than her expectations and anticipations.

The step she had gathered the courage to take back in Modu was the most correct choice she had ever made.

If she had hesitated even a little bit back then, even by a month.

If she had only "entered the market" after this round of big news about Rongliu Capital broke.

Then the distance between her and Tang Zong would be even greater, and it would be even harder to get close to him.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Shen Yu picked up her phone and opened Tang Zong’s chat box.

Weighing her words, she left a message: "Tang Zong, Xiangjiang tonight feels a bit unreal.

Everyone around me is talking about your Rongliu Capital, and standing in the center of the storm, I suddenly feel a bit dazed.

I never thought I would be so close to a world-class moment.

(o_o), thank you for the opportunity you gave me; I won't let you down."

Shencheng.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz—"

Looking at the message Shen Yu sent.

Tang Zong smiled and replied casually: "The storm is just the beginning; the center is far from just this. Keep up the good work, Assistant Shen."

"Who are you chatting with? So happy?" Liu Qingning’s voice sounded from below.

Tang Zong put down his phone and looked down at his white moonlight lying on her side on his lap.

He reached out and pinched her cute cheeks.

"A colleague from the company."

"A woman?"

"Uh—yeah."

"Is she pretty?"

"Well, to be honest, she's quite pretty."

Liu Qingning shrugged her furry eyebrows, suddenly flipped over, and gave his lower abdomen a light, playful bite.

However, because Tang Zong’s muscles were quite developed, there wasn't much pain; it was more of an itch.

Tang Zong hurriedly reached out to grab her slender waist, stopping her movements.

Then he leaned over to her ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear: "If you want to bite, you can change to another spot." Hearing his words, Liu Qingning’s face turned red instantly, and she reached out and patted his leg, "Go to hell."

Soon, she felt Tang Zong’s eight-pack abs become firm.

She wanted to get up, but was grabbed by Tang Zong.

Liu Qingning let out a cry of surprise and began to tickle him.

Taking advantage of Tang Zong being preoccupied, she finally managed to break free.

She sat up abruptly, widened her eyes, and waved her fist in feigned anger: "Did you do that on purpose? Why are you so bad!"

"I didn't." Tang Zong blinked and smiled: "It's mainly because you're too cute."

"I'm not playing with you anymore." Liu Qingning kicked him lightly with her foot.

She turned and walked out of the park path.

Tang Zong hurriedly stood up and followed, smiling as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

Liu Qingning struggled twice, then calmed down.

The two walked shoulder to shoulder along the stone path of the Talent Park.

The night breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a faint salty taste.

The moonlight hung in mid-air, spilling silvery-white and cold upon them.

The high-rise-filled Shencheng Bay was glowing in the distance.

As they walked.

Liu Qingning jumped onto Tang Zong’s back at some point.

Burying her little face beside his neck and shoulder, she dangled her legs and muttered softly: "Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up!"

Tang Zong steadily supported her restless legs, his eyes full of doting smiles.

They took the elevator upstairs.

"We're home."

Liu Qingning slowly opened her eyes, looked at the familiar door in front of her, and only then reluctantly slid down from his back.

Opening the heavy armored door, the sensor light in the entryway lit up in response.

Just as Liu Qingning took off her shoes, she was pressed against the entryway cabinet.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Tang Zong didn't speak; he lowered his head and captured her cherry lips, sucking slowly, gentle and full of possessiveness.

The air between their breaths was full of familiar fragrance and body heat.

Liu Qingning’s face turned into an apple again, and dopamine secreted frantically in her brain.

A long time later.

The two slowly separated.

Liu Qingning patted his chest and muttered softly: "I played for a whole day and sweated a lot; I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."

After saying that, she turned and ran toward the bedroom.

Tang Zong smiled and followed.

"Bang—click—" the bathroom door was locked from the inside.

It was obvious that the white moonlight had no intention of showering with him.

Tang Zong returned to the bedroom.

Sitting on the small sofa by the window, he enjoyed the night view outside for a while.

He suddenly realized that today was Friday again.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

He opened QQ and switched to his secondary account.

Immediately after, an unread message popped up.

It was sent two hours ago, very fresh.

Tang Zong’s fingertips paused, and he clicked on the chat box.

【Zhang Yan: "Just finished proofreading the last manuscript of the day. Some unpleasant things happened recently, and I couldn't help but want to talk to you again. I hope I haven't disturbed you.

The company really has some problems; the reimbursement for this business trip has been delayed.

The leader said to let us pay for it first, so Lulu and I could only grit our teeth and stay in the cheapest budget hotel.

Lying in bed at night, I can always hear the intermittent footsteps and whispers next door, just like the wind wandering in an old building.

This business trip isn't long, but it's been exceptionally agonizing.

In a strange city, I always think of Orange. I don't know if she's doing well at Lanlan’s house, and if she’ll be disliked for eating too much.

Lulu has already started quietly sending out resumes, but there are very few replies on Boss Zhipin. She says she can't hold on much longer and wants to change to a more stable industry.

The current environment is bad, and everyone is fighting for jobs like copy editing that anyone can do.

Moreover, AI is very powerful now, especially the large model just released by Qingning Technology, which is said to be able to imitate eighteen writing styles.

(It seems that everyone named 'Qingning' is very powerful.)

Our leader said that it won't be long before our position might not be needed anymore.

To be honest, I'm very scared in my heart.

Last week, I bought a 1985 Lijiang edition of "Snow Country" at a second-hand bookstore.

On the title page, the previous owner wrote the date and location—1992, Modu.

I don't know why, but this connection across time and space fascinates me.

Do you think that thirty years from now, someone will accidentally flip through the book I left behind and be curious about who this girl named Zhang Yan is?"】

This was the longest message Zhang Yan had ever sent to date.

Tang Zong stared at the screen for a long time, and some kind of emotion seemed to be surging in his heart.

Between the lines, he could read her restlessness, ambition, longing, and yearning.

And her image became increasingly clear in his heart.

In fact, after reading so many messages, he had long since outlined the appearance of this middle school deskmate in his mind.

Real, and quiet.

Tang Zong’s gaze passed through the floor-to-ceiling window toward the north.

After finishing the business in Xiangjiang, he would be going to Yangcheng.

Even if he didn't disturb this middle school deskmate, perhaps he could find a way to give her some help, hoping she would be happier in the future.

After being dazed for a while, Tang Zong leaned on the sofa and picked up a book lying nearby to read.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

The sound of a hairdryer "whirring" came from the direction of the bathroom, followed by light footsteps approaching him step by step.

Tang Zong looked up, his gaze stunned, his lips slightly parted.

Liu Qingning had changed into the white dress she wore when she video-chatted with him that day, soft and form-fitting, outlining her exquisite curves.

The proud E-cup on her chest made the dress fabric bulge high, and her fair, well-proportioned thighs were faintly visible under the hem.

The difference was that she had styled her hair in twin tails today, pure to the point of being sweet.

A youthful face paired with a youthful hairstyle, yet she was wearing a dress with a slightly provocative meaning.

The contrast was so great that Tang Zong’s heart accelerated.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Qingning made a playful face and kicked toward him with her bare feet.

Unexpectedly, Tang Zong grabbed her ankle.

Her feet were small, her toenails painted with transparent polish, her toe bones well-proportioned, and the arch of her feet soft and beautiful, like exquisitely crafted white porcelain.

Warm and soft, carrying the fresh scent of just having finished a shower.

Tang Zong rubbed them gently a few times, his palms almost reluctant to let go.

"Oh, don't—it's so itchy!" Liu Qingning shrank her body, trying to break free, her giggles filled with shyness and coquetry.

As she twisted her body, the rise and fall of her chest became surging and ready to burst out.

Tang Zong threw the book aside and pulled her ankle gently.

Liu Qingning let out a low cry, and her whole body tumbled, falling into his arms off-balance.

Feeling the mature body of his white moonlight and looking at her familiar face.

Tang Zong’s eyes were burning, his voice low: "You said before that you would let me see what's under the dress; I'm going to Xiangjiang tomorrow,

is it time to fulfill the promise?"

In fact, up to now, he had never truly seen her completely naked.

Every time they were intimate, it was either in the dim light of the quilt or through thin layers of clothing.

The impulse in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

Liu Qingning pushed him with both hands, her gaze dodging: "I didn't promise you; I was just asking you a question that day."

"But when you said that, your eyes meant exactly that."

Tang Zong’s hand exerted a little force.

Liu Qingning let out a low cry, her legs feeling a bit weak, "I, I didn't mean that."

Tang Zong looked into her eyes, "My dear girlfriend, let me see, okay?"

This sentence was as soft as a feather, stirring the heart of his white moonlight.

Liu Qingning’s thick eyelashes trembled, and her cheeks turned scalding hot instantly, as if ignited by fire, the heat spreading from her cheeks to her earlobes.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

She bit her lower lip, not looking at him, her voice as thin as a mosquito’s hum: "Aren't you afraid—that I'll be exposed."

Tang Zong’s eyes lit up.

"Buzz—" the electric curtains slowly closed, and the brilliant night view outside was isolated from the secret room.

Liu Qingning took two steps forward, her fingertips gently pressed the switch, and the main light went out.

Only the warm-colored ambient light in the corner remained, shining quietly.

She stood with her back to him, her slender shoulders slightly hunched, as if she were taking a deep breath, gathering some kind of courage for herself.

A long time later, she finally turned around.

Her eyes wandered, but she didn't take half a step back.

Both hands gathered the hem of her dress, extremely slowly, pulling it up bit by bit.

The soft and firm waist, the flat abdomen, the smooth and delicate skin—everything, everything, under the dim yellow light, outlined a breathtaking silhouette.