Chapter 591: The Warmth of Winter

The thin, warm sun of a winter afternoon draped softly over the outside of the airport's VIP passage.

A gentle breeze blew, stirring the stray locks of hair at her temples.

"Long time no see, Ouyang."

Hearing this familiar yet seemingly slightly strange voice, and feeling Tang Song's sincere and fervent embrace.

For one fleeting moment, Ouyang Xianyue was wrong.

A violent ripple stirred within her calm, water-like eyes.

In her memories, when Tang Song was with her, he was mostly rational and restrained, even somewhat cold.

He was very direct; any matter or conversation would go straight to the point, precise and efficient.

Just like a perfect, emotionless precision instrument.

Even though she had long known from Wen Ruan and others that his emotional patterns had changed drastically over the past year.

She never expected it to be this direct and fervent.

But after only a moment, she relaxed, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth that only she could truly appreciate.

She extended her arms, returning an embrace that was equally sincere but carried a hint of playfulness.

She even patted his broad back gently, as if soothing a junior.

Nearby, her secretary, Chen Jing, watched this incredible scene, struggling to maintain a calm expression while her heart churned with stormy waves.

Having been by Ms. Ouyang's side for so many years, she had never seen her have such an intimate gesture with any man, not even family.

After a good while, Tang Song took a light breath and slowly loosened his arms.

Before they met, his heart had actually been full of hesitation.

But after meeting, with just one embrace and one "long time no see."

The sense of strangeness born from time and space vanished instantly.

Replacing it was a full, overflowing joy of reunion after a long separation.

A brilliant, heartfelt smile gradually appeared on Tang Song's face.

His clear, spirited eyes looked straight at her.

The Ouyang Xianyue before him was no longer young, but the traces of time had only settled into a mellow richness and charm.

Under meticulous care, her skin remained firm and delicate, with no obvious wrinkles.

Instead, the loss of collagen made her bone structure appear clearer and more three-dimensional, full of a high-class aesthetic.

His smile was clean and handsome, making Ouyang Xianyue subconsciously avert her gaze for a moment.

Then, she chuckled softly to cover her momentary loss of composure, "You've lost weight, but you're much sturdier and even more handsome.

It seems you've had a really good year; I'm happy for you."

As she spoke, she reached out naturally and used her fingertips to gently brush a wrinkle from his suit shoulder.

The entire movement was pleasing to the eye, carrying an undisguised closeness.

Her eyes held both the appropriate respect for him and the concern for a "junior."

Tang Song's eyes brightened as he said, "Thank you, but compared to me, you haven't changed at all; you are still as beautiful and elegant."

Ouyang Xianyue raised the corners of her eyes slightly, turned her head, and let her gaze fall on the distant tarmac.

Her tone carried a hint of well-placed self-deprecation, "Really? It seems the 'anti-aging' projects I've invested in over the years have had a decent return."

"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you."

A look of surprise flashed in Tang Song's eyes; he had actually seen a flash of shyness on the face of this dignified and noble lady.

This was the first time he had seen it.

Was it because of the contrast in his current persona?

Seeming to sense the awkwardness in the atmosphere between them.

Ouyang Xianyue turned gently, personally opened the rear door of the black Audi A8L for Tang Song, and gestured with her hand, "Let's get in; it's not convenient to talk here. Your assistant should have already told you that I have a quiet courtyard over at Huanhuaxi, and it's already been prepared for you."

"Mm." Tang Song nodded, bent over, and sat in elegantly.

The seat cushion was soft and warm, still carrying Ouyang's scent.

Secretary Chen hurriedly opened the door on the other side, and Ouyang Xianyue sat in.

Tang Song looked at this composed queen of precision beside him.

Given her status, she had actually opened the door for him personally.

From this tiny detail, one could see that in their interactions, he had always been the one in the lead.

This stirred some strange feelings and satisfaction in his heart.

The Audi A8L started slowly, and the interior was silent.

Tang Song turned slightly and spoke first, his tone filled with concern, "By the way, I haven't asked yet, how is the old gentleman's health?"

He hadn't forgotten his role interaction task [Visit and Comfort], the core of which was to soothe this queen who was currently under immense pressure.

Naturally, he had to help relieve her and show concern.

Of course, with the existence of the [Dew Spring Pot], he should be able to extend the life of that distinguished Academician Ouyang by a thread.

He had always firmly believed in the power of the system.

"Still the same, just weaker." Ouyang Xianyue's eyes dimmed for a moment, but she quickly returned to calm, "He's old, and the body's parts are bound to age. However, his spirits improved quite a bit when he heard you were coming."

"Don't worry too much; the old gentleman is a giant of his era, and his willpower is stronger than anyone's. I believe he will get better. As for you, with Tang Yi Precision, the Tang Jin family office, and your own family relations, you must be exhausted."

Hearing his words, Ouyang Xianyue's intertwined hands tightened involuntarily.

"Mm, actually it's fine, I'm used to it."

The two chatted back and forth.

Tang Song's posture was relaxed, a smile always on his face, his gaze watching her gently.

It was like an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time, sharing and caring about each other's recent lives.

Ouyang Xianyue looked at his exceptionally handsome profile in the flowing light and shadow outside the window, her eyes slightly dazed.

Outside the car window, the scenery became increasingly quiet.

The black Audi A8L finally drove slowly into a heavily guarded, independent Chinese-style courtyard.

[Jinli Villa].

Inside the courtyard, there was a scene at every step, with winding paths leading to secluded spots, full of a low-key yet heavy, top-tier aesthetic taste.

Tang Song's accommodation was arranged in the deepest and quietest part of the courtyard, "Listening to Bamboo Pavilion."

His luggage had already been sent there ahead of him.

After putting his briefcase back in his bedroom, Tang Song was led by Ouyang Xianyue to an elegant tea room.

She took a tin of the highest quality Mengding Ganlu from a small rosewood cabinet.

Then, she knelt on a cushion beside the low table and brewed it for him personally.

Spring water was poured into the gaiwan, and the tea leaves unfurled in the water.

The elegant tea fragrance soon permeated the quiet air.

Every one of her movements was fluid, full of the pleasing rhythm of a noble lady from a great family.

Tang Song's gaze remained on her, carrying undisguised appreciation and inquiry.

"Try it." She pushed the first cup of tea toward Tang Song, "This year's new tea, my aunt specifically had it sent over."

Tang Song picked up the teacup and took a light sip, "The soup color is bright yellow-green, and the taste is fresh and mellow; it is indeed good tea."

The two naturally began to chat about the topic of "Tea Dao."

As a "player" who had "conquered" and cultivated Ouyang Xianyue in the game, Tang Song naturally knew many of her hidden details.

For example, her proficiency and love for calligraphy and tea. Plus, after he had previously obtained the [Dew Spring Pot], he had specifically crammed a lot of related knowledge.

At this moment, their conversation was tacit and deep.

The atmosphere was also exceptionally relaxed and natural.

Ouyang Xianyue raised her head, looking at Tang Song opposite her through the misty steam.

She felt her heart was comfortable and her mood pleasant.

At this very moment, she finally felt the most real emotional temperature belonging to a mortal from this confidant.

No wonder Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan evaluated him that way.

He really had changed a lot, a lot.

Over the years, the relationship between her and Tang Song had actually always been very special.

At the beginning, she really treated him as a junior. In her eyes, the 19-year-old Tang Song was terrifyingly mature, but in her eyes, he was ultimately an uncut jade that needed her guidance and protection.

But later she gradually discovered that the wisdom and vision possessed by this young man had long since far surpassed her, and even surpassed everyone she knew.

Thus, that elder's care gradually turned into equal appreciation, and finally completely turned into a convinced submission.

She had appreciation for him, admiration, and even deeper dependence.

But because of the age gap and Tang Song's extremely introverted emotions, they were restrained and calm.

Far less close and tight than Jin Weixiao was with him.

And now, his changes made her happy from the bottom of her heart.

She had very, very few true friends, and Tang Song was undoubtedly the most special and important one among them.

She began to crave, and began to look forward to, having a deeper level of emotional exchange with him.

After chatting about tea, the topic naturally returned to the health condition of the old gentleman, Ouyang Chengping.

"He has been drinking traditional Chinese medicine to nourish himself recently, and his spirits are actually very good, it's just that his physical functions have naturally decayed to the limit. At this level, there are no special medicines that can be used."

Ouyang Xianyue's eyes lowered, her voice carrying fatigue.

"Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on strengthening the foundation and cultivating the origin." Tang Song's tone became gentle, "For elderly people, forcibly using medicine to attack the lesions is not as good as following nature and using gentle methods to regulate Qi and blood, which can better prolong life.

Actually, besides the decoction, some professional acupoint massage and meridian guidance can also play a very good auxiliary role. For example, pressing Zusanli can strengthen the spleen and stomach, while rubbing Shenmen can nourish the heart and calm the spirit—"

He spoke with great logic, appearing exceptionally natural and credible.

Ouyang Xianyue was surprised, "First time knowing you understood these things."

Tang Song smiled, "I do understand some."

The Tang Song in the dream state actually understood, but back then, he probably would never have chatted with Ouyang Xianyue about this kind of topic, which he saw as purely "wasting time."

"Okay, I'll find a professional to try it later."

Tang Song picked up the teacup and took a light sip.

His gaze fell on her shoulder and neck curve, which appeared even more upright because of her sitting posture.

He said as if casually, "Sister Xianyue, do you occasionally feel stiffness and soreness in your right shoulder and neck, and sometimes it even leads to headaches?"

"Yes, it seems you are also a 'divine doctor'." With the increase in contact, her tone also became relaxed and casual.

"This is caused by long-term high-intensity work, plus overthinking, leading to stagnation of Qi and blood near the 'Jianjing acupoint'. If not regulated in time, it will be very troublesome later. If you don't mind, I'll help you clear it, and it will be relieved very quickly."

When they embraced at the airport earlier, he had touched Ouyang's body and had roughly judged some of her muscle conditions.

At 36, she was indeed no longer young.

Plus, she had a personality that preferred stillness over movement, so her body naturally had quite a few problems.

Ouyang Xianyue was startled upon hearing this, a struggle and hesitation flashing in her eyes.

Tang Song immediately said, "If it's not convenient, forget it; you can find a professional female therapist later."

"No." Ouyang Xianyue interrupted him, "I just feel it's inappropriate to let you do this kind of thing."

"There's nothing inappropriate about it." Tang Song shook his head, looking into her eyes, "Between us, we shouldn't need to worry about these things, right?"

Ouyang Xianyue pondered slightly, and finally nodded gently, no longer being coy.

Tang Song had her sit on a rosewood armchair covered with a soft cushion, while he came behind her.

His fingers fell lightly on her shoulders, which were wrapped in top-tier velvet fabric.

He began to slide slowly, his fingertips rubbing over her stiff muscles through the clothing.

When his fingertips pressed down, he could clearly feel the richness and softness of the muscle texture, yet it contained amazing elasticity and toughness.

Tang Song's movements were unhurried.

Waves of warm breath seeped in through his fingertips.

Ouyang Xianyue subconsciously let out a low hum, and then that gorgeous face gradually became flushed with a thin red.

Her body also became tense.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

The warm breath brushed past her ear.

Ouyang Xianyue took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Soon, Tang Song's fingers crossed the collar of her clothes and landed on her exposed skin, warm and delicate.

Waves of strange feelings mixed with soreness surged over her.

Making it impossible for her to maintain her composure any longer.

It wasn't that she hadn't experienced top-tier therapeutic massage; to maintain the best state of her skin and body, she even had her own private SPA team.

But Tang Song's massage was completely different.

This was an extremely strange feeling of having her safety zone invaded.

Ouyang Xianyue bit her lower lip tightly; there were a few times she wanted to call for him to stop.

But the reserve and elegance rooted in her marrow kept her from showing it.

After all, they had always been respectful to each other.

He was kind enough to help her regulate her body, and she was actually having a shameful reaction.

This—this was too improper!

Gradually, that strange pleasure became more and more intense, almost shattering her reason.

Ouyang Xianyue's lips began to open slightly uncontrollably, her breath like orchids.

Just at this moment.

"Ding-a-ling—"

A burst of urgent cell phone ringing sounded abruptly in the tea room.

Tang Song's movements paused, and he took his phone out of his pocket.

[Luo Bin]

Ouyang Xianyue woke up abruptly from her dazed state.

"You go ahead and be busy."

She dropped this sentence, stood up from the armchair almost immediately, and walked quickly to the tea table.

She picked up the teapot and used the action of pouring tea for herself to hide her unnatural complexion.

Tang Song answered the phone, his voice returning to its usual calm, "Hello, Luo Bin."

"Hello, Mr. Tang." Luo Bin's familiar voice came through the receiver, "I have already finished communicating with Ms. Cheng's side and have completely clarified their demands. Next, our team will officially initiate a series of legal procedures, including litigation, property preservation, and reporting to regulatory departments, against [Xuyuan Real Estate] and [Lion Security]."

"Okay, I understand, thank you for your hard work."

Hanging up the phone, Tang Song's gaze returned to the dignified figure who was currently facing away from him.

"How do you feel now?"

"Much better." Ouyang Xianyue moved her shoulders, her voice having returned to calm, with no ripples to be heard, "Since you still have business to attend to, I won't disturb you."

As if suddenly remembering something, she added, "Tomorrow at ten in the morning, I'll come to pick you up, and we'll go to the old house together to visit Grandpa."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

Ouyang Xianyue put down the teacup, turned around, and with an impeccable smile on her face, nodded slightly toward him.

Then she turned and left the tea room with elegant steps.

Watching her upright back, Tang Song couldn't help but shake his head.

Heaven knows, his original intention was indeed good.

In order to complete the role interaction task [Visit and Comfort], he definitely had to soothe this queen who was currently under immense pressure from all aspects.

Helping to massage her shoulders could also be considered a most direct form of care.

However, the effect of [Imperial Hand Regulating Origin] was really a bit over the top.

Especially the "special stimulation" effect it brought to the opposite sex, which was simply bug-level.

Even a mature woman with a resilient mind like Ouyang Xianyue couldn't quite handle it.

Thinking of the delicate, silk-like texture from just now.

Tang Song's heart jumped involuntarily.

It had to be said that Ouyang Xianyue was completely different from all the women he had contacted in the past.

Her charm was not the perfect high-mountain flower like Secretary Jin, nor the cold-as-an-immortal, dreamy, and enchanting Su Yu, and certainly not the varied, naturally charming Wen Ruan.

Her charm was a unique dignity and nobility that only came after the sedimentation of time and the immersion of top-tier power.

Introverted yet mellow and charming.

It was perfectly normal for an LSP like Tang Song to be moved.

However, facing this noble lady with a prestigious background, who in some sense could be called an "elder," he still instinctively maintained rational restraint.

After all, she was married.

Tang Song immediately collected his thoughts, picked up a cup of warm tea, and drank it in one gulp.

He looked out the window.

Next, it was time to go see Sister Qiuqiu.

That third camellia flower had already bloomed, waiting for him to pick it, and by the way, to soothe her well and help her unlock some psychological shackles.

Perhaps after this trip to Rongcheng ended, he could finish cultivating the [Dream Flower Seed] and permanently increase his charm rating by 1 point.

Thinking of that terrified "little girl" in the dream, hiding in a dark corridor and crying out "Daddy."

Tang Song's eyes instantly became gentle.

The black Audi A8L drove slowly forward along the banks of Huanhuaxi.

"Ms. Ouyang, Ms. Ouyang." Secretary Chen Jing's call came from the passenger seat.

Ouyang Xianyue, who had been in a daze, quickly returned to her senses, "What's wrong?"

Chen Jing handed over the phone and whispered, "A call from Mr. Mo of Tang Zong Entertainment."

Ouyang Xianyue took the phone and whispered, "Hello, Xiangwan."

"Good afternoon, Ms. Ouyang." On the other end of the phone, Mo Xiangwan's probing voice came, "You've met with Tang Song, right?"

"I have."

"Then regarding the pan-entertainment industry fund of the Tang Jin family office, and our future positioning of Tang Zong Entertainment within the family office system, what is his view?"

Mo Xiangwan asked tactfully.

An embarrassed look appeared on Ouyang Xianyue's face.

Only then did she realize belatedly that besides visiting her grandfather, her "official business" for rushing back to Rongcheng this time.

The most important thing was to use the meeting with Tang Song to probe his true attitude toward the power struggle within the family office.

But starting from that sudden embrace at the airport, her rhythm had been completely disrupted.

Just now in the tea room, she had even wanted to see if she could take the opportunity of tea tasting to inadvertently probe his true views on Jin Weixiao and overseas capital.

As a result, it was completely messed up by his unexpected "TCM theory" and massage.

Recalling her almost out-of-control reaction during the massage just now, her cheeks burned uncontrollably.

She forcibly suppressed the strangeness in her heart and whispered, "Tang Song and I haven't seen each other for over a year, and his changes are indeed great. So, I haven't mentioned these things yet. No rush, I have my own rhythm."

"That's good." Mo Xiangwan didn't press further, instead talking to her about Su Yu's upcoming "all-network lottery"

event.

Ouyang Xianyue understood her meaning instantly and couldn't help but sigh.

Su Yu was just like that, prone to extremes.

She cared too much about Tang Song, and had become a bit obsessed.

Over the past few years, the fundamental reason why Ouyang Xianyue had been tirelessly soothing her was that she was afraid this female star would, in a moment of emotional loss of control, recklessly make her and Tang Song's relationship public.

Once it reached that point, Tang Song would be completely exposed under the spotlight of the media, and all secrets would have nowhere to hide.

By then, Jin Weixiao would definitely lose control completely, and what would a woman blinded by jealousy, holding vast capital and power, do?

Ouyang Xianyue didn't dare to think deeply.

Regarding Jin Weixiao, she ultimately didn't trust her, and could even be said to be afraid of her.

A few minutes later, the Audi A8L drove slowly into the independent Chinese-style courtyard by Huanhuaxi.

Ouyang Xianyue got out of the car but didn't enter the house immediately, just standing under that century-old ginkgo tree, silent.

The evening breeze blew, rolling up a few golden leaves, spinning in the air.

Ouyang Xianyue watched quietly, but felt that her heart, like these fallen leaves drifting with the wind, could not calm down at all.

Long after.

She turned and walked into the study on the west side.

Standing quietly in front of the desk, she spread out the rice paper.

She picked up her most accustomed purple-hair brush.

But when she focused her mind and the brush tip fell.

What appeared on the rice paper were the words "Tang Song," written in a dragon-flying, phoenix-dancing style that pierced through the paper.

Ouyang Xianyue's heart jumped.

She pursed her rosy lips and gently placed the brush back into the brush washer.

She stared blankly at the two names on the paper that seemed to have gained life.

A highly tempting thought suddenly popped out.

If I enter the game with my own body, can I restrain the loss of control of Jin Weixiao and Su Yu?