Chapter 518: The Wind of Xiangjiang (Daily Life)

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove out of West Kowloon Station, slowly moving along the clean and straight main road. The atmosphere inside the car was quiet, the temperature maintained at the most comfortable level, and outside the window was the humid but not sweltering afternoon sun of Xiangjiang.

On the right side of the back seat, Tang Song leaned against the leather seat, his fingers slowly flipping through the documents.

On the left, Lin Muxue leaned forward slightly and asked softly, "Mr. Tang, would you like to drink some water? Or a beverage?"

"Water is fine."

Lin Muxue took a glass bottle of water from the temperature-controlled storage cabinet with light movements, thoughtfully unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.

Just as Tang Song took it, his palm was lightly grasped by her soft fingertips.

Looking up, he saw Lin Muxue’s watery eyes.

Bright and enthusiastic, like a pool of spring water.

Tang Song chuckled and winked at her.

Lin Muxue’s slender legs under her trousers moved slightly; even without a sound, it was as if her whole body was speaking.

Clearly, after not seeing him for a few days, Xiaoxue was about to melt into water again.

He tilted his head back and took a sip of water. Lin Muxue naturally took the bottle, then pulled out a warm wet wipe, gently and focusedly wiping his palms.

Her movements were skillful and considerate.

"According to your requirements, the hotel booked is an executive suite at the Four Seasons. In addition, I have already reserved lunch at Lung King Heen, and have selected some dishes according to your taste. You can take a look later to see if there is anything you want to change."

The scent of her alluring perfume was at his nose, her fingertips were delicate, and in his ears was a gentle and soft voice.

It made Tang Song, who had just arrived in a strange city, instantly relax.

An irrepressible smile appeared in his eyes.

This meeting, Xiaoxue truly gave him a big surprise. She had matured a lot, and was clearly more diligent and responsible. Compared to the old Xiaoxue, this version of her was finally starting to look like a usable assistant.

It seems that arranging Shen Yuyan to come in was indeed the right move.

The system’s partner cultivation plan was to make her a qualified joint assistant in the future, working in parallel for the long term.

Precisely switching between public affairs and private services without making mistakes.

With the stimulation from Shen Yuyan, her growth speed could be greatly accelerated.

Of course, during this period, Tang Song had to maintain a delicate balance, allowing the two assistants to develop a sense of competition.

Subsequently, Lin Muxue handed her phone over, which had the prepared menu list on it.

She leaned gently against his side, snuggling against his arm, introducing the dishes and flavors one by one, her breath like orchids.

And at this moment, Shen Yuyan, sitting in the front passenger seat, watched this scene silently through the rearview mirror.

She opened her mouth several times to insert a schedule report or supplementary information, but never found a suitable opportunity.

From late last night to this morning, she had repeatedly read that explosive industry news countless times.

Even now, she hadn't fully digested the shock.

Facing Tang Song again, an indescribable sense of awe suddenly arose in her heart.

Before, because of Xu Qing, Lin Muxue, Shen Yuyan, alumni status, and other reasons, she had always subconsciously placed Tang Song at a lower level.

Only now did she truly realize that she had underestimated him by a lot.

That night at the "Investors' Night," although Ms. Kate praised Tang Song, her demeanor always had a sense of high-and-mighty arrogance, and she even wanted to poach her later.

She had also checked privately, and there were many rumors on the foreign internet that this Ms. Kate was a "lesbian" and not interested in men.

Which led her to make some misjudgments.

Now it seemed that the relationship between him and Anne Kate was definitely not as simple as she thought.

Lover? Girlfriend? Fiancée?

As one of the heirs to a top American financial group and co-founder of Jingwu Capital, Anne Kate indeed possessed the ability to push for the landing of the 10-billion mother fund.

This gave her a strong desire to pry.

But at the same time, there was an almost instinctive restraint deep in her heart.

The two rubbed against each other, making her feel itchy inside.

Ten minutes later.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the Four Seasons Hotel drop-off area.

The front office manager, who had been waiting for a long time, stood respectfully in place, and upon seeing the license plate, walked up quickly.

Personally guiding them through the lobby, into the exclusive elevator, straight to the 42nd floor.

Pushing open the room door.

What came into view was a 228-square-meter noble executive suite, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows on three sides, with an extremely open view.

To the east was the shimmering Victoria Harbour, to the west was the bustling Central financial tower cluster, and to the north was the dense buildings of Kowloon and the skyline of the city.

Magnificent and busy.

Being in it, Tang Song felt a rush of urban tension.

He stood in front of the north-facing floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze sweeping across the dense cluster of buildings in Kowloon, finally settling on the Mid-Levels area.

He hadn't forgotten that he still had a luxury mansion waiting to be received there.

But he wasn't in a hurry for the time being.

For one thing, moving in would definitely require some tidying up, and for another, this hotel suite was adjacent to the Rongliu Capital headquarters, making it safe and convenient.

His next main task was to land the capital injection of this 10-billion USD mother fund.

These funds were not just of "symbolic significance," but were meant to enhance his influence and social status.

Next, there would be a series of substantive equity acquisition plans, such as Guyu Biology, Tang Zong Entertainment, and Yunxi Real Estate, rapidly magnifying his influence in multiple core industries.

The previously rewarded equity in Qingning Technology and Tang Zong Entertainment were all conducted in his personal name.

However, at this level, if he were directly given equity in many well-known enterprises in his personal name, it would be equivalent to exposing himself completely, and would also attract regulatory attention.

11:50 AM.

The three walked out of the executive suite and took the elevator straight to Lung King Heen on the fourth floor.

This was also the world’s first three-Michelin-starred Chinese restaurant, famous for its Cantonese cuisine.

Inside the restaurant, dark wood decorations and modern Chinese-style decor were cleverly integrated, creating an elegant and atmospheric environment.

Approaching noon, there were already many people in the restaurant.

Under the respectful guidance of the waiter, the three came to a window seat.

Outside the window, one could overlook the Victoria Harbour skyline, while inside was a luxurious and quiet dining atmosphere.

The first to come up were three appetizers and dim sum: abalone and chicken puff, Dragon Prince steamed dumpling, and pine nut char siu pineapple bun.

All were for three people.

The plating was exquisite, and the portion sizes were small.

Under Lin Muxue’s suggestion, Tang Song first picked up a piece of abalone and chicken puff.

A rich aroma rushed to his nose. The moment it entered his mouth, the puff pastry gave a light "crack" between his teeth, followed by the soft and smooth abalone and the salty and mellow chicken bits, distinct in layers, with a rich texture.

Tang Song narrowed his eyes slightly, immersed in the pleasure brought by the taste.

Subsequently, main courses, seafood, staple foods, and desserts were served one after another.

The serving rhythm was precisely grasped, neither rushed nor neglected.

Every dish was delivered to him at the perfect temperature and in its best state.

Ever since he started his self-discipline, Tang Song rarely focused so much on "eating," but this meal seemed to wake up his taste buds.

The pleasure derived from food, like ripples, spread from his mouth to his nerves.

Lin Muxue, who had entered her home turf, was radiant and beaming.

She softly explained the source of the ingredients and flavor pairings for each dish, some details of which even the waiters hadn't mentioned.

Her perfume was newly changed, a light grapefruit scent, which carried a hint of clear and sweet maturity under the afternoon sun.

Making Tang Song’s mood even more pleasant.

Shen Yuyan sat on the opposite side, silently watching the interaction between the two.

Occasionally meeting Lin Muxue’s gaze, she could see some pride and confidence in the other’s eyes.

In this regard, she was indeed far inferior to the "fake socialite" and couldn't interject at all, at most just echoing a few words.

Lunch lasted for nearly an hour and a half.

Tang Song had a good appetite and ate to his heart’s content. When he left Lung King Heen, he felt refreshed.

Returning to the suite, they rested for a while and chatted.

Lin Muxue began to neatly pack his luggage, hanging his change of clothes in the walk-in closet according to texture and purpose.

Her movements were skillful and efficient.

Shen Yuyan sat on the long sofa opposite Tang Song, her legs together and back straight, starting a brief work report.

Hip-hugging skirt, black silk stockings, small suit jacket.

The current Shen school beauty had completely entered the role of a special assistant, full of the charm of a professional woman.

In the past few days, she had maintained communication with Tang Song almost every day, actively taking on project progress management and reorganizing the execution status of all existing investment cases in the company.

Trying to help Tang Song establish a clear and controllable collaboration process to better control the company.

In this regard, she was indeed very outstanding.

And it just happened to hit Tang Song’s needs.

He had taken over Rongliu Capital for a long time, but this was his first time at the headquarters.

With such an assistant following him, everything was clear and understandable, allowing him to quickly enter a working state.

Tang Song looked at this Shen assistant, then at the Lin assistant who was busy in the bedroom direction.

The corners of his lips lifted, revealing a pleasant smile in his eyes.

The two had a clear division of labor, one considerate and meticulous, the other logically rigorous, not interfering with each other, but both revolving around him.

It indeed greatly improved his efficiency.

Of course, the most important thing was that they were both very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

"Tap tap tap—" Elegant footsteps approached slowly.

Lin Muxue walked to Tang Song’s side, her voice soft, "Mr. Tang, you’ve had a hard journey, I’ve booked a spa at the Four Seasons Hotel for you to have a full-body relaxation. It just so happens that I have to attend an LVMH social dinner tonight, and I also need to do some care. So I booked a couple’s package to accompany you."

Her voice paused, looking at Shen Yuyan, somewhat regretfully, "Sorry, Shirley, the hotel doesn't have a suitable room for three. I’ll invite you to do care separately another day."

Shen Yuyan’s eye corner twitched imperceptibly, but her face still maintained a proper smile, "It’s okay, you guys go ahead."

"—"

A man and a woman having a spa together, or even body care—she and Tang Song were far from being that intimate.

As for "a threesome with Lin Muxue"?

Just imagining it made her feel uncomfortable all over.

Too messy!

However... if it were her old best friend Qingqing...

She glanced at the lazy and handsome man opposite, her heart jumped, and her cheeks quietly flushed with a hint of red.

Hmm, it’s not entirely impossible.

She licked her lips lightly to hide the thoughts surging up, stood up and said, "Mr. Tang, then I’ll go communicate with the company executives to arrange the upcoming work schedule for you."

"Hmm, go ahead."

Shen Yuyan nodded to him, then slightly bowed to Lin Muxue, and turned to walk out.

Walking to the door, she paused and habitually looked back.

She saw Lin Muxue already sitting on Tang Song’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, twisting her waist slowly, kissing his cheeks unscrupulously.

Tang Song leaned half-way against the sofa, his hand already disappeared into her clothes.

Shen Yuyan gritted her teeth, cursed "slut" under her breath, and pushed the door open to leave on tiptoe.

Returning to the suite downstairs.

Shen Yuyan took off her coat, opened her laptop, and continued to organize the documents.

Her fingertips tapped rapidly on the keyboard, her efficiency as high as ever.

But her heartbeat couldn't slow down no matter what.

For her, power was the sexiest coat a man could wear.

If it could be paired with a good skin, that would be perfect.

The current Tang Song was the top-tier existence.

He had a charm that existed between nobility and danger.

His attraction to her was simply comparable to a "succubus."

Just staying by his side was like being enveloped in an addictive aura.

Shen Yuyan squeezed her legs together, her black silk stockings rubbing lightly, bringing a strange sensation.

Thoughts surged in her mind.

Subsequently, her eyes flickered.

Lin Muxue had to attend the LVMH social dinner tonight, so she had to leave after four o'clock, and it was estimated that she wouldn't be back until very late.

This was a rare good opportunity to be alone with Tang Song.

She had to prepare well.

5:00 PM.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Victoria Harbour was shrouded in a layer of golden-orange twilight.

Tang Song leaned half-way on a single sofa, holding a book in his hand, his posture lazy, but his eyes were calm and focused.

The Four Seasons Hotel spa indeed lived up to its reputation; after the whole process, he felt that every cell in his body had received all-around relaxation and stretching.

As if his body had been completely reset, even his thoughts became exceptionally clear.

"Ding ling ling—" The phone rang suddenly.

[Shen Yuyan]

Tang Song answered the phone casually, "Hello, Shirley."

"Mr. Tang, Luna has already left the hotel, are you—free now?"

"Uh, I’m free." Tang Song’s mouth lifted, and he closed the book page casually.

"The weather is great today, and it’s the weekend, why not take a night tour of Xiangjiang? Take you to experience the local customs and taste some authentic food?"

"Sure, sounds good."

He had also originally planned to go out for a stroll and a meal with this school beauty tonight.

He didn't expect her to take the initiative to invite him.

"Then—when shall we set off?"

"Anytime is fine."

As soon as the words fell.

"Knock knock knock—" A gentle knock on the door sounded.

Shen Yuyan’s slightly playful voice came from the receiver: "Then I’ll trouble Mr. Tang to open the door."

Tang Song chuckled, hung up the phone, stood up, and pulled the door open.

Outside the door, Shen Yuyan was standing there prettily.

She had changed out of her capable professional attire, wearing comfortable sneakers, slim jeans, a white tight-fitting base shirt, and a light blue sun-protection shirt over it.

The whole person looked fresh and clean, full of youthful vitality, completely different from the rigorous and professional special assistant in the afternoon.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, shall we set off?" Shen Yuyan tilted her head slightly and smiled at him, her body overflowing with an alluring and vigorous spirit.

"Let’s go!"

Walking out of the Four Seasons Hotel gate, a gentle wind rushed toward them, carrying a salty dampness.

Tang Song asked with great interest, "Where do you plan to go? Any special plans, Assistant Shen?"

Shen Yuyan suddenly stopped, turned gently, and stood in front of him.

"Mr. Tang," she said seriously but with just the right amount of playfulness, "Although our company doesn't force clocking in, it still pays attention to working hours, right? It’s already Saturday evening, I didn't sign a slave contract, and you, you should also go offline and rest from the boss role."

Tang Song was stunned, seemingly understanding what she wanted to say, and smiled, cooperating: "Of course, no problem, Yuyan."

A hint of cunning appeared in Shen Yuyan’s eyes, "Let’s go, Tang Song, let’s take the Xiangjiang MTR once, go go go."

She waved her hand casually, her pace as light as the wind, like a classmate on campus heading to the night market.

Tang Song looked at her back, lips smiling, and followed with his long legs.

The two wove through the crowd as the lights came on, walking all the way from the luxurious and quiet Four Seasons Hotel to the bustling Sheung Wan.

Shen Yuyan had clearly done her homework, knowing the route like the back of her hand, occasionally pointing at some street scene and telling a few relaxed and interesting local gossip.

Laughing and talking, the two swiped their cards and entered the subway station.

The MTR carriage on the Island Line was clean and bright, and in the slight swaying, they soon arrived at the first stop—Causeway Bay.

As soon as they walked out of the subway exit, the most real and noisy night scene of the city rushed toward them.

Hazy yellow light paved the narrow alleys, colorful neon signs flickered, and the air was filled with the mixed aroma of various foods, like a lively and vivid Hong Kong-style movie that had just begun.

Shen Yuyan led him through several winding alleys crowded with pedestrians, finally stopping in front of a somewhat old building.

"We’re here!" She pointed to the floor with lights on upstairs, and without saying a word, pulled his arm and walked upstairs.

Pushing open the door, a familiar smell of fireworks rushed toward them.

The environment inside was simple, with plastic tables and chairs, but it was extremely popular, basically all locals speaking Cantonese, voices rising one after another, the sound of spatulas stir-frying constantly.

It took a lot of effort for the two to sit by the window.

After discussing for a while, they ordered a few signature dishes, and Shen Yuyan didn't forget to add two bottles of San Miguel beer at the end.

Soon, the beer was served first.

She didn't use a glass either, directly lifting the glass bottle, looking at him with a smile in her eyes: "Cheers!"

"Cheers."

Two beer bottles collided crisply in the air with a "clink."

Shen Yuyan tilted her head and took a big gulp, a few strands of hair in front of her forehead lifting slightly, the whole person appearing exceptionally relaxed and real.

Not long after, the dishes were served one after another, mainly authentic Cantonese cuisine and Hong Kong-style roast meat.

The colors were vibrant, and the aroma was enticing.

Tang Song especially liked the honey-glazed char siu and the plate of dry-fried beef ho fun full of "wok hei."

Shen Yuyan introduced the history of this shop while eating heartily.

"In the past, there were thousands of dai pai dongs in Hong Kong, but now there are only twenty left. The license control is too strict, and many old brands have been eliminated."

"This shop has a history of more than 50 years, and the reviews are very good."

At this moment, Shen Yuyan seemed to have completely changed into a different person. She had less of the cautiousness and probing of her usual self, and more of the confident and flamboyant school beauty look from her university days, her eyes clear and bright, full of spirit.

Tang Song looked at her, somewhat distracted. After finishing this meal full of fireworks, the two transferred along the Island Line all the way to the tourist-filled Tsim Sha Tsui.

At the entrance of Lan Fong Yuen on the B1 floor of Chungking Mansions, there was already a long queue.

At 7 PM on a Saturday night, it was crowded with people, tourists and locals alike coming to check in.

After waiting for a full twenty minutes, they finally got a cup of takeaway silk stocking milk tea.

Shen Yuyan lowered her head and took a "slurp," her eyes lighting up, and she directly handed the straw to Tang Song’s mouth, "Tang Song, hurry and taste it, it’s really delicious."

Tang Song obediently lowered his head, bit the straw, and took a sip.

The rich tea aroma and smooth milk flavor blended perfectly in his mouth, and the sweetness was just right; it was indeed well-deserved.

The two shared a cup of milk tea like this, strolling on the bustling and noisy streets.

The crisscrossing neon lights stretched their shadows long and short, surrounded by the surging crowd and noisy city sounds.

Shen Yuyan pointed at the street scenes along the way, talking enthusiastically about all kinds of information and anecdotes she knew.

Occasionally, when talking about some private dirty jokes, she would stand on tiptoe, lean to his ear, and whisper with her breath like orchids.

The subtle ambiguous atmosphere always made Tang Song’s heart ripple inexplicably.

They crossed several streets and walked into the seaside promenade at the southernmost tip of the Kowloon Peninsula. Not far away was the famous Avenue of Stars, Victoria Harbour reflecting the bright lights on both sides, and on the sea, the cruise ship’s whistle came from afar, accompanied by the gentle sea breeze, beautiful as a dream.

The two walked slowly along the shore, their steps consistent, chatting easily.

The topic, somehow, turned from the customs of Xiangjiang to their alma mater.

Looking at the former university school beauty beside him, listening to her talk about the various past events of Yancheng University of Technology.

Tang Song’s thoughts seemed to be instantly pulled back to that green university era.

The playground, library, classroom, canteen—familiar scenes flashed back in his mind one by one.

Chatting and chatting, the two somehow had a disagreement over the price of the clay pot rice noodles in the first canteen.

Shen Yuyan insisted very firmly that it was 7 yuan a bowl.

Tang Song clearly remembered it was 8 yuan.

The two "argued" while walking, their tone not high, but the atmosphere gradually became somewhat confrontational.

Shen Yuyan’s footsteps suddenly stopped, looking at him with an unconvinced face: "How about we make a bet?"

"Bet on what?" Tang Song looked at her curiously.

Shen Yuyan pursed her lips and said in a joking tone: "If you are wrong, let me kiss you, how about it? Big handsome guy."

Hearing this, Tang Song almost laughed out loud, "Then what if you are wrong?"

"Hmm—" Shen Yuyan deliberately dragged out a long sound, pretending to think for a moment, "Then—then I’ll let you kiss me once too."

Tang Song held back his laughter and said seriously: "Sounds fair, bet!"

"OK!"

Shen Yuyan snapped her fingers enthusiastically and took out her phone from her pocket with a dashing movement.

Found a phone number, dialed it directly, and pressed the speaker button.

"Beep beep beep—"

A cute and soft voice came from the speaker: "Hello? Yanyan, didn't you say you were busy with big things? Why did you suddenly call me again."

Hearing the familiar voice.

Tang Song’s heart jumped, his expression somewhat unnatural.

"Qingqing." Shen Yuyan looked into Tang Song’s eyes and smiled: "Let me ask you, how much is a bowl of clay pot rice noodles in our first canteen?"

Xu Qing paused and asked suspiciously: "Uh—8 yuan, why ask this suddenly?"

"Nothing, you continue coding, hanging up now."

"Crazy," Xu Qing complained and hung up the phone directly.

Shen Yuyan put away her phone and patted her forehead in annoyance, "Done, done, the face-slapping is so crisp."

She sighed slightly, then looked up, looked into Tang Song’s eyes, and leaned in slowly.

Her eyes were shining, like the brightest stars in the night.

The fresh perfume scent became clearer as she approached.

Shen Yuyan’s light blue shirt bulged slightly in the night wind, revealing the tight white camisole inside, her full chest curves ready to burst out, her tight abdominal lines faintly visible, her whole body exuding a thick, healthy sexual tension.

Shen Yuyan raised her delicate chin slightly, her tone carrying a dash of free and easy acceptance of defeat: "Qingqing is our Yancheng Tech’s number one foodie, in this regard, her memory is better than anyone’s. Since I was wrong, I admit defeat."

Looking at this school beauty face close at hand, Tang Song’s heartbeat began to accelerate, and accelerate again.

You know, the one on the phone just now was his coser girlfriend, and also Shen Yuyan’s best friend.

Poor Qingqing, instantly became a link between the two of them.

This feeling was exceptionally stimulating.

I have to say, Shen school beauty was really too good at creating an atmosphere.

Quietly pushing the atmosphere to the critical point.

The wind blew from Victoria Harbour, carrying a salty and humid breath, mixed with the distant traffic noise and the noisy crowd, as well as the faint scent on her body.

Tang Song took half a step forward, his fingers gently supporting her chin.

Lowered his head, approached.

Shen Yuyan trembled slightly, then closed her eyes.

Her lips were soft, warm, carrying the slight sweetness of the milk tea she had just drunk, and also her own unique scent.

Clear, alluring.

Like a mint cigarette slowly ignited by a spark in the deep night.

Tang Song’s fingers slowly slid onto the back of her neck, feeling the delicate temperature coming from her skin.

Shen Yuyan let out a faint, almost inaudible "hmm" from her throat.

The most wonderful state of so-called ambiguity is probably—

You know that something will definitely happen, but you don't know when it will happen.

You know that something is bound to happen between you, but you don't know when it will happen.