Chapter 558: Wen Ruan and Ouyang Xianyue

November 16, 2023, Thursday, Sunny.

7:30 AM.

Sunlight dyed the entire city in a layer of clear gold.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" Accompanied by a low and pleasant engine roar.

The white Suzuki GSX250 drove out of Zhuxi Residential Complex.

Cheng Qiuqiu, carrying a backpack, drove her motorcycle through the morning traffic.

It was late autumn.

The morning temperature was only two or three degrees, and the cold wind blew against her face, blowing her long hair back.

Because of the continued popularity of the [HEYISTUDIO] brand clothing.

Senior Gao Mengting, who was in charge, had spent most of her time at the Huashang Apparel factory recently.

Personally following up on production progress, quality control, and supply chain optimization to ensure that Double 11 orders could be delivered on time.

She had resumed motorcycle commuting.

Twenty minutes later.

She parked the bike in the exclusive parking area of Yunxi Building.

Cheng Qiuqiu carried her helmet and walked toward the building entrance.

Wearing a city windbreaker, paired with her cold, ascetic-style mature sister temperament and tall, sexy figure.

She looked both cool and sharp, attracting gazes all the way.

While waiting for the elevator, a boy gathered the courage to hit on her, but after touching her cold and distant gaze, he wisely backed away.

Walking into the company.

At this time, there were only a few people in the office area of Songmei Apparel.

She put her backpack on her workstation, took off her windbreaker, opened her computer, and began preparing for work.

The design plan for the express packaging had been finalized and put into use; her main task next was to design brand-new series posters and visual elements for new products.

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"Ding-a-ling—" The phone rang suddenly.

Qiuqiu glanced down at the caller information, pursed her lips, and put the phone on silent directly.

After a while.

A WeChat message popped up on the computer screen.

[Mom: "I’m telling you, if you don't answer the phone again, I’ll buy a ticket to Yancheng to find you right now!"]

Seeing the content of the message, Cheng Qiuqiu’s chest heaved, and she picked up her phone and walked out quickly.

Arriving at a quiet small conference room, she dialed her mother’s phone directly.

The call was quickly answered.

"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't even answer the phone!" Her mother Li Meihua’s familiar and angry voice smashed over from the receiver.

Qiuqiu’s tone was cold: "I’m at work, it’s not convenient to answer the phone. Don't come over, I’m doing just fine here."

"You haven't let me visit you, you don't come back, and you’re moving. Tell me the truth, are you living with some boy out there?!"

"No!"

"Ever since you graduated, you haven't been home once, and I don't even know what you look like now. I’m telling you, if you don't come back, I’m going to find you, no negotiation!"

Cheng Qiuqiu was silent for a long time, bit her lip, and said: "The company is very busy now, and I have to prepare for moving, I can't get away, I’ll go back at the end of the month."

After saying this, she didn't wait for her mother to respond and hung up the phone directly.

The reason she chose to go back was also because her grandmother’s death anniversary was coming up soon.

And she was indeed afraid that her impulsive mother would really run to Yancheng.

She knew her mother’s personality too well; now, because of poor management, she had already transferred her shop in Rongcheng.

Once she let her come over, she might live in Yancheng permanently and open a shop here.

At that time, it would absolutely turn her life upside down.

If it were before, she could have left Yancheng and hidden.

But now, there were too many things here she couldn't let go of.

Just then.

"Creak—" The door of the small conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Qiuqiu was startled, hurriedly put away her phone, and turned around.

Immediately after, her heart beat violently.

Tang Song’s figure appeared suddenly in front of her.

He was wearing a high-quality dark cashmere coat, with a crisp white shirt underneath, his posture straight, his eyebrows smiling.

Like a sudden, warm light, it instantly dispersed all the gloom and irritability in her heart.

Speaking of which, since the Double 11 promotion ended, this was the first time Tang Song had come to the company; they hadn't seen each other for several days.

Her voice instantly became nervous: "Tang—Mr. Tang, good morning." "Morning, Qiuqiu." Tang Song closed the conference room door casually and walked in. "Just heard you on the phone, is everything alright?"

The soundproofing of the conference room was actually very good; the reason he accurately found the other party was, of course, because of the [Dream Flower Seed].

At this moment, that flower seedling was fluctuating violently.

Obviously, Qiuqiu’s emotions were far from as calm as they appeared on the surface.

Qiuqiu pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "It’s—it’s nothing, just made a call home."

Tang Song’s gaze moved away from the [Dream Flower Seed] and fell on Qiuqiu.

A look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

This designer was dressed very sexily today.

A tight-fitting white base shirt, paired with high-waisted tight jeans, perfectly displayed her manga-like figure with curves in all the right places.

Feeling Tang Song’s warm gaze, Qiuqiu hurriedly lowered her head.

"Stretch out your hand." A magnetic voice came from the front.

Cheng Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her slightly cool hand obediently.

The next second, Tang Song’s warm palm covered it, his fingertips falling lightly on her palm.

A tingling sensation, like an electric current, instantly spread through her whole body.

Immediately after, there was a small, exquisite round tube with a cool metallic texture in her hand.

Qiuqiu was stunned, raising her head in surprise to look at him: "This—this is—"

"Tom Ford lipstick." Tang Song’s voice carried a gentle smile. "#16 Scarlet Red, I think this color suits you very well, a gift for you."

Qiuqiu’s heartbeat skipped a beat instantly, and a moving blush floated on her face: "—Thank you."

Looking at Qiuqiu, who had turned from cold to shy in front of him, Tang Song lifted the corners of his mouth.

"You’re welcome."

Immediately after, he lowered his head and kissed her flushed cheek lightly.

Qiuqiu froze in place, her body instantly stiffening.

The [Dream Flower Seed] on her head stopped trembling, and the green light it emitted became increasingly vigorous.

Seeing that the "treatment" effect was so good, Tang Song lowered his head again; this time, he directly contained her trembling, full lips.

A moving fragrance, a bouncy touch, like eating a clear and sweet jelly.

Their fiery breaths blended together.

Qiuqiu’s eyes widened instantly, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

After a while, Tang Song’s hand slowly fell to her waist, kneading lightly.

Qiuqiu seemed to have finally come to her senses, suddenly taking a step back, her voice urgent and light: "Work starts soon, colleagues are all coming. I—I’ll go back first..."

After saying this, she lowered her head and walked out of the small conference room quickly.

Her heart was beating as if it were about to drill out of her chest.

Returning to her workstation.

Qiuqiu spread her palm, looking down at the lipstick, lost in thought.

After a long while.

She bit her lip and opened WeChat.

She clicked on a familiar WeChat chat box and left a message: "Su Yu, I want to ask you a question. Suppose, if you found out that the boy you really like is actually a scumbag, what would you do?"

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

[Su Yu’s April: "Oh? Sounds like there’s a story, how did you find out?"]

Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment, then vaguely described the matter Gao Junfeng told her about Tang Song’s "top-tier white, rich, and beautiful girlfriend."

This netizen with the note "Su Yu’s April" was the group owner she met in Su Yu’s fan group.

Because both of them were double fans of Su Yu and "April," they added each other as friends after going back and forth.

They often chatted privately and were unexpectedly very compatible.

The other party even forced her to call her "Su Yu" based on her screen name.

Qiuqiu had too much to say in her heart, but couldn't tell the people around her.

She could only secretly confide in this strange "soulmate" on the internet.

She didn't know whether she should tell the senior about this, and even less how to face Tang Song.

After all, she herself was a traitor.

Using medical treatment as an excuse to secretly have intimate contact with Tang Song behind the senior’s back was equally immoral.

[Su Yu’s April: "What’s there to struggle with, just dump him, unless—"]

Qiuqiu pinched her fingers and typed quickly: "Unless what?"

[Su Yu’s April: "Unless this boy is a male god as excellent as 'April,' let alone stepping on two boats, even if he were driving an aircraft carrier, as long as he was willing to let me have a bunk on it, I would be willing. (#hehe)"]

Qiuqiu: "You really think so?"

[Su Yu’s April: "Of course, as long as I can stay by his side and share a little bit of his light, I’m already very happy."]

Looking at this series of "love-brained" remarks sent by the other party, Qiuqiu was stunned by what she was hearing.

This—this couldn't even be called a die-hard fan, it was simply a brain-dead fan.

Even she couldn't reach this level.

Qiuqiu exhaled, the entanglement in her heart seeming to loosen a lot.

She began to type quickly, chatting with the other party.

From chatting about feelings to April, and then to Su Yu’s new album.

Finally, the other party sent another message that surprised her.

[Su Yu’s April: "By the way, I’m going to Yancheng next month to attend an event; let’s meet up then? We are so compatible, we will definitely become good friends."]

Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

In the past, she often went to support events with netizens in the fan group.

Moreover, she also really wanted to meet this "soulmate," because their preferences were very similar, and they had many common topics.

And the other party was extremely knowledgeable about Su Yu, even saying she would send her a vinyl commemorative collection edition of Su Yu.

Just then, a familiar, energetic greeting sounded in her ear.

"Morning, Qiuqiu!"

Qiuqiu turned her head and saw Yao Lingling walking toward her, also wearing the same black windbreaker.

She stopped at the empty seat next to Qiuqiu and giggled: "Don't forget about the day after tomorrow; I’ve already made an appointment with that senior to go see the house in the morning."

"Mm." Qiuqiu nodded.

The matter of moving had been put on the agenda.

Lingling knew a senior who was subletting a house in Beicheng Garden Residential Complex, which happened to be not far from Huashang Apparel and Songmei, and the price was also very cheap.

Thinking that she was about to live apart from the senior, Cheng Qiuqiu felt both reluctance and an indescribable sense of relief in her heart.

Living under the same roof as the senior every day, while secretly chatting and interacting with Tang Song.

She felt very guilty.

Yao Lingling waved at her and hummed a tune as she returned to her workstation.

She took off her windbreaker, first made herself a warm cup of red date and ginger tea, and then carefully organized her desktop.

Checking the time, it was about right.

Only then did she happily pick up her laptop and walk toward the president’s office.

"Dong dong dong—"

"Come in."

Yao Lingling’s face bloomed with a bright smile as she pushed the door and walked in.

"Mr. Tang, Morning~, I’m here to report my work to you!"

Tang Song looked up at this cheerful and generous little junior who was like a small sun.

A bright smile also appeared on his face unconsciously.

"You’ve worked hard, Lingling." His voice was full of appreciation. "I discussed it with General Manager Gao, and in view of the huge contribution you made to the company this time, we decided to double your commission and year-end bonus."

The explosion of this windbreaker was not just the success of a single product; it completely ignited the volume and reputation of the new brand [HEYISTUDIO], bringing immeasurable intangible assets to the company.

Tang Song naturally wanted to give the greatest reward to this top contributor.

Besides, the little junior was his "confidant" to begin with.

Looking at the senior’s handsome face and sincere eyes, Yao Lingling’s face flushed, but she still said playfully: "Didn't you say that if GMV

could break 4 million, Mr. Tang would fulfill a wish for me? You’re not allowed to welch on your debt."

Tang Song chuckled: "Don't worry, these two rewards are parallel and don't affect each other."

"Alright, thank you, Senior!" Lingling shouted sweetly and walked briskly to the desk,

placing her laptop on the desktop,

and began to report her work.

It was mainly about the recent docking situation with the outsourced designer team of Huashang Apparel.

Tang Song listened to her finish quietly, looking at this little junior who could already stand on her own, and a gratified smile appeared on his face.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Lingling, I think our own clothing design department should also be expanded. You should organize a recruitment demand later, and I’ll say hello to HR. The recruitment and management of new employees will be fully responsible by you."

Currently, [HEYISTUDIO] is at the forefront of rapid development; it is time to build a powerful core design team of its own.

"Ah?" Yao Lingling let out a soft cry, her expression showing a bit of panic. "I—I’m afraid I won't do a good job."

After all, she was young and had been graduated for less than two years.

Today’s Songmei Apparel already had quite a reputation in the industry.

The newly formed design team would inevitably need to recruit those experienced design masters, at least not worse than the team at Huashang Apparel.

Letting her manage a group of seniors with more seniority than herself, she really didn't have that confidence.

"I believe you will definitely have no problem." Tang Song encouraged: "Our Lingling is a genius designer who created a ten-million-level hit for the company single-handedly. What you lack is not ability, but just a little bit of confidence and experience. Don't be afraid, do it boldly, I will support you from behind."

After saying this, he couldn't help but look at Lingling’s back.

It must be said that the little junior’s pear-shaped figure is truly gifted.

The waist-to-hip ratio is amazing, not even worse than Annie and Wen Ruan.

And because of the slender and thin upper body, it forms a stronger visual contrast with the lower body.

Feeling Tang Song’s gaze, Yao Lingling’s face flushed, and she said in a low voice: "Thank you for the senior’s recognition and support, I won't let you down."

Her body leaned forward slightly, the full hip line outlining an extremely alluring curve in the light.

Tang Song’s heart felt hot, and having been spoiled by Xiao Jing, he couldn't help but reach out and slap it.

Duang

A crisp and textured sound rang out in the quiet office.

The wonderful touch, supple and elastic, echoed at his fingertips.

Lingling’s body shuddered violently, her cheeks instantly flushed red, and even her neck and ear roots were dyed with a layer of red.

"Senior, what are you doing, you scared me—"

Tang Song blinked: "It’s okay, there’s something dirty on your back, I’ll help you pat it off."

Yao Lingling laughed out "pfft" upon hearing this.

Immediately after, she boldly touched Tang Song’s chest: "Just discovered, there’s something dirty on the senior’s chest too."

Feeling the explosive power of Tang Song’s chest, Yao Lingling’s heart felt hot, and she hurriedly clamped her legs together.

Tang Song smiled and turned to chat with the little junior about the topic of "combining AI technology with clothing design."

Now, he had become a shareholder of Yimai Technology.

Next, it was to promote the deep cooperation between Songmei Apparel and Yimai Technology, applying the most cutting-edge technology to accelerate the company’s development.

Besides this, there was also "Zhi Lian Future" in Yangcheng.

This project involved more core intelligent marketing and user data analysis, which was more significant, so Gao Mengting needed to personally be responsible for docking.

However, in this way, the partner would inevitably have to have contact with the big sister.

That’s fine too; let the partner have a psychological preparation in advance.

It’s just hard for the big sister; she might have to take the blame again.

10:00 AM.

Shenzhen Bay No. 1, Building T7, Tang Yi Precision Branch meeting room.

The huge floor-to-ceiling window offered a magnificent and vast view of the bay area.

Sunlight passed through the thin clouds, casting a shimmering light on the calm sea, and the outline of the city in the distance looked a bit hazy in the water vapor.

Indoors, the air was filled with the scent of white tea aromatherapy and the mellow fragrance of freshly ground coffee.

Wen Ruan sat alone on the huge leather sofa, her hands placed properly on her knees, but her fingertips subconsciously rubbed the cold metal frame of her phone.

Yesterday, she received a call from Ouyang Xianyue.

Without any hesitation, and without giving her too much time to think.

She set a meeting for this morning with her.

Thinking of being about to see this legendary Ms. Ouyang, Wen Ruan’s heartbeat began to accelerate uncontrollably.

In China, entrepreneurs who can create real wealth, absorb massive employment, and promote technological innovation are the true "heavy weapons of the country," and Ouyang Xianyue is precisely such a woman standing at the top of the pyramid.

Behind her, not only is there top-tier capital support, but also deep family political connections.

She rarely accepts media interviews, yet she possesses extremely high national respect.

Although her life had regrets (early death of her husband), her career was in full swing, leading Tang Yi Precision to continue to break through upward.

Of course, for Wen Ruan, she was not only an admirable business giant.

She was also one of the core points of the massive resource network behind Tang Song.

She was that "big shot" who had intricate connections with Director Jin.

She didn't know the other party’s intention for this meeting, but a woman’s intuition told her it shouldn't be simple.

Just then.

The heavy solid wood door of the meeting room was pushed open.

Wen Ruan stood up immediately, her gaze fixed on the doorway.

The first to walk in was a young female secretary wearing a capable professional suit; she turned to the side and opened the door completely respectfully.

Immediately after, an elegant and straight figure appeared before her eyes.

She looked younger than her actual age, with a well-proportioned figure, wearing a tweed suit and a pair of high-waisted wide-leg pants of the same color.

Without any extra decoration, and without wearing any jewelry or watches on her wrists.

Yet in every move, she radiated a natural nobility.

Her features were not particularly beautiful, but extremely durable; she was that kind of typical bone-phase beauty with a full classical oriental charm.

A head of jet-black long hair was coiled behind her head with a simple hairpin, revealing a smooth, full forehead and an exquisite, slender swan neck.

She walked in quietly, her pace steady, radiating a powerful aura that made people awe.

"Wen Ruan." A mature voice sounded; a smile appeared on her face, her gaze fixed on Wen Ruan. "Finally met you."

"Hello, Ms. Ouyang, it’s a pleasure to meet you."

Wen Ruan’s heartbeat was faster, and she responded somewhat cautiously.

"You are even younger than in the photos." Ouyang Xianyue walked to her and took the initiative to reach out.

Wen Ruan hurriedly shook it. "You are also more beautiful than in the media reports."

After the two exchanged pleasantries.

"Let’s sit down and talk."

Ouyang Xianyue sat down on the sofa opposite Wen Ruan, her legs elegantly crossed.

The secretary brought the steaming tea water over, and the two poured tea.

Soon, the heavy door was closed again, and in the huge meeting room, only the two of them were left.

Wen Ruan followed and took a sip of tea; the tea soup was clear and sweet.

She steadied her mind and asked softly: "Ms. Ouyang, you asked me to come over, is there something?"

Ouyang Xianyue smiled and cut straight to the point: "Luo Bin has already told me; you have received Tang Song’s promise and are planning to enter the Tang Jin Family Office, and the position you are taking is the 'Special Advisory Seat,' congratulations."

"Thank you, I hope you can give me more guidance in the future."

"Of course." Ouyang Xianyue looked at her, her eyes carrying a hint of solemnity. "This also means that a very important role has been added to our decision-making system. This is the first time such a seat has been added since the family office was established."

"Uh—" Wen Ruan let out a soft breath, feeling more and more that something was wrong.

She had originally strived for this "position" simply because she was moved by Mo Xiangwan, just wanting to enter Tang Song’s true core circle and not be marginalized.

But she never expected that this seat would be so important and precious.

Ouyang Xianyue continued: "Next week, I will accompany you to Singapore to hold a formal board meeting. Also, let you make a formal appearance in front of some people."

"Thank you! It’s too much trouble for you, Ms. Ouyang!" Wen Ruan was flattered.

Tang Song originally said that he would let Luo Bin take her to handle the process.

As a result, now, it was Ouyang Xianyue herself accompanying her.

The weight of this was worlds apart.

"You’re welcome." Ouyang Xianyue’s tone became closer. "You have already entered the family office, so we are family now. In the future, we will have many places where we need to be closely connected; I personally look forward to working with such an excellent woman."

This high-EQ remark made Wen Ruan’s blood boil.

She hurriedly responded: "It is my honor to learn from you. I will definitely do my best and not let you and Tang Song down."

The two communicated about the itinerary.

Ouyang Xianyue’s eyes flowed, as if mentioning it casually, and suddenly threw out a blockbuster news:

"By the way, besides you, Mo Xiangwan will also accompany you to this Singapore meeting as the person in charge of Tang Zong Entertainment."

"You are both top talents in the media field; I plan to formally propose at the family office meeting—headed by the family office,

to establish a pan-entertainment industry fund at the 10-billion-dollar level."

"This fund will be specifically used to promote the content going overseas of [Tang Zong Entertainment], and accelerate the globalization and listing process of [Star Sea International Group]."

"I will personally help you clear the relationships for specific resource docking and listing sponsorship teams."

"I hope that by then, the two of you can jointly manage this fund."

"This—this—"

Wen Ruan only felt a rush of blood to her head, and her heart lake set off a monstrous wave.

The E-cup, full and plump under the silk shirt, began to heave violently, and her cheeks flushed red.

She had only just "risen" not long ago, and even the position of director of Star Sea International Group hadn't been sat warm yet.

Now, not only was she allowed to join the legendary [Tang Jin Family Office], but she was also going to manage a 10-billion-dollar industry fund.

And she would be attending meetings with a group of big shots, discussing proposals that were enough to determine the direction of a certain field in the world.

This impact was far more direct and shocking than when Mo Xiangwan revealed the truth about "Tang Jin" before.

Ouyang Xianyue took in all her loss of composure and didn't urge her.

After she gradually calmed down, she looked at Wen Ruan with deep eyes.

She said softly: "Of course, to promote such a big strategic plan, according to the family office’s process, it will inevitably encounter some challenges.

This might affect the risk ceiling set by our investment committee.

Especially our Executive Committee Chair, that Miss Smile.

Regarding any asset allocation related to Miss Su Yu, she has always had a very prudent risk consideration.

I am worried that at the Investment Committee meeting, her team will propose reservations about this proposal based on the principles of asset security and diversified allocation.

At that time, I hope you, Wen Ruan, can be a bit tougher."

Hearing this, Wen Ruan blinked those moist peach-blossom eyes.

Her charming face was filled with big question marks, looking completely dumbfounded.

a(°△°II)}

What?! You want me—to "toughly" confront Jin Smile?!