Chapter 593

Looking at the text on the system light screen, an inexplicable emotion surged in Tang Song's heart.

The memories he had obtained so far happened to end at the end of 2018.

Which was not long after Christmas.

He clearly remembered the look in Su Yu's eyes on the night of her birthday back then.

It was a kind of humble, painful, heart-as-dead-ash look.

It could be said that Su Yu's paranoid and even somewhat crazy personality today was purely "PUA-ed" by that [Dream Tang Song].

A superstar of the flourishing age was forcibly trained into a paranoid, sick, and delicate person without a sense of security.

This interaction task could also be considered a chance to make up for it.

"I'm hanging up! I'm going to participate immediately! And the fan group! I also have to notify them! Organize everyone to forward it together!"

Qiuqiu on his lap had already completely forgotten her shyness, and forgotten that she was still sitting intimately on Tang Song's lap.

Her whole person had fallen into a fan's unique fanatical state.

Then, she immediately opened the Weibo App excitedly.

For her, a die-hard "Fish Fan," this was simply the ultimate dream that had fallen from the sky.

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

Especially during the hardest days after her grandmother passed away.

If it weren't for listening to Su Yu's songs every day and watching her inspirational story of climbing to the top step by step in adversity, she might have really suffered from depression.

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

Tang Song turned off the system light screen and leaned over as well.

He immediately saw the latest dynamic hanging high on the first line of the homepage.

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

Thank you all for your long-term support and companionship, this Christmas, which is my birthday, I will draw from all fans. Participation method: Please go to the pinned event page of Su Yu's official fan support club forum, fill in personal information and submit an application. All fans can participate, looking forward to meeting you.]

Qiuqiu looked at this dynamic, trembling slightly with excitement, feeling Qiuqiu's excitement and investment.

Looking at her face that was somewhat similar to Su Yu's, Tang Song couldn't help but pinch QQ.

It had to be said that Qiuqiu's figure was really good.

A standard "manga figure," thin waist, long legs, perky buttocks, big breasts, every place was just right, and the texture was first-class.

Especially since she often practiced yoga, her body's flexibility was excellent.

Although she didn't have the exaggerated hourglass lines of Wen Ruan, she won in extreme symmetry and harmony.

After the personal measurement just now, he could be sure that the nickname "Little Su Yu" was well-deserved.

Much more real than Qingqing, who was known as the "Little Su Yu of the coser world."

"Why can't I submit it? No response!" Qiuqiu on his lap muttered to herself anxiously, poking the phone screen non-stop.

Tang Song took a look and explained: "This is because the instantaneous traffic is too large, triggering the server's overload protection. No rush, the event will last for half a month anyway, wait until the heat drops a little."

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With Su Yu's current popularity and the special significance of this event, it was enough to set off a phenomenal carnival on the entire network.

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

"Okay, then I can only participate later." Qiuqiu put down the phone, and only then did she react belatedly to the extremely intimate sitting posture between the two.

And Tang Song's hot body beneath her.

She let out a low cry, her cheeks turned red with a "poof," and she subconsciously wanted to stand up from his lap.

However, she was firmly fixed by Tang Song.

"What's wrong? QQ." Tang Song looked at her with a smile.

Qiuqiu's cheeks were flushed, and she whispered: "My—my mom might be back soon—"

Tang Song kissed her flushed cheeks and asked in a gentle tone: "For this level of closeness today, can you accept it? You won't feel disgusted, right?"

Qiuqiu ultimately had the potential problem of "frigidity," and it was a sequela of her childhood trauma.

So, he still hoped to proceed step by step and respect her feelings.

Qiuqiu didn't dare to look into his eyes, was silent for a moment, and shook her head gently.

Tang Song touched QQ and looked at her, pursuing: "What do you mean? You don't like it? Or you don't feel disgusted."

Qiuqiu let out a low cry, bit her lower lip, and then replied in a weak voice: "No—no disgust, I don't feel disgusted."

Actually, she didn't feel disgusted before, it was just because of her senior Gao Mengting that she didn't dare to have too much contact with Tang Song.

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

Then—her doing this shouldn't count as letting down her senior, right?

Of course, the most important thing was Tang Song's "descent from heaven" today.

For her, it was like a hero stepping on colorful clouds, saving her and her mother from the abyss of despair.

The love she had suppressed for a long time in her heart had already surged like churning magma, and could no longer be restrained.

Just at this moment.

"Click—"

The sound of a key turning came from the door.

Hearing the movement, Qiuqiu, who was still in Tang Song's arms, bounced off his lap immediately.

Standing to the side at a loss, lowering her head to organize her slightly messy clothes.

Immediately after, the door was pushed open.

Li Meihua returned, carrying several shopping bags full of fresh vegetables.

"Auntie, you're back." Tang Song stood up with a smile, his face showing no abnormality.

As if nothing had happened just now.

Li Meihua smiled enthusiastically: "Oh my, sorry, kept you waiting, I ran into an acquaintance on the road who insisted on dragging me to chat, couldn't get away for a long time!"

"It's okay, Auntie, we just finished chatting."

Li Meihua put the shopping bag on the ground and said while changing her shoes: "You guys play, I'll go in and cook first. Tang Song, what do you want to eat? Tell Auntie, Auntie will make it for you!"

"Auntie, whatever you make, I'll eat, your signature dish is fine."

"Okay!" Li Meihua tied on her apron and walked toward the kitchen in a hurry.

Qiuqiu looked at him and whispered: "I—I'll go help my mom, so it'll be faster, you sit for a while."

After speaking, she also ran into the kitchen like a startled little deer.

Watching her panicked back, Tang Song couldn't help but laugh out loud.

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

Clicked on Weibo and entered Su Yu's latest dynamic.

First clicked the forward button.

Then, pondered for a moment, typed and left a message: "Supporting my favorite female star, looking forward to becoming that lucky 'male koi'. @Su Yu."

After doing all this, he put away his phone with satisfaction and leaned on the sofa comfortably.

Listening to the conversation full of the atmosphere of life coming from the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans colliding, a warm arc curled at the corners of his mouth.

He could feel that Qiuqiu was opening her heart bit by bit.

And her relationship with her mother seemed to have begun to show signs of melting in this daily life full of fireworks.

Perhaps she was really too lacking in love.

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

Only a little bit of warmth and kindness was needed for her to try hard, desperately, to bloom in the most beautiful posture toward the direction of light.

And giving her love, releasing kindness, saving her from the quagmire of the past, and finally harvesting her blooming.

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

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

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

Tang Jin Manor.

The afternoon sun spilled over the vast lawn and the rolling grapevines, dyeing the whole world in a layer of warm and lazy gold.

A crisp and rhythmic sound of horse hooves floated in the air.

Secretary Jin was wearing a handmade custom white equestrian suit, riding an Andalusian horse that was pitch black and shiny all over.

On the manor's exclusive track, she was conducting obstacle crossing training.

Her back was straight, her waist was thin, her posture was impeccably elegant, and she seemed to have merged with the purebred horse beneath her.

In the sun, her beautiful face was flushed with a healthy red due to exercise, and sweat dampened her temples, adding a heroic spirit full of vitality to her.

After the training, she dismounted neatly and elegantly.

The groom, who had been waiting on the side for a long time, stepped forward respectfully and took the horse that was still panting heavily.

Secretary Jin walked into the rest hall beside the track while wiping sweat with a towel.

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

Annie Kate was only wearing a black sports bra and high-waisted tight pants, her muscle lines smooth and firm, her whole body exuding a wild and confident heat, full of burning hormonal breath.

"Dear, I am riding a horse, not wrestling with you. Please maintain some safe social distance that a noble should have."

Secretary Jin gently broke free from Annie's hand, walked to the bar, poured herself a glass of iced soda, and added a few slices of fresh lemon.

While drinking in small sips, she admired the pastoral scenery outside the window that looked like an oil painting.

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

This was also her first time fully appreciating its scenery.

Annie, however, didn't give up and leaned over, pouring herself a glass of manor-brewed red wine as deep red as blood, and said in an exaggerated tone: "I swear to God, Mira, this place is simply heaven. Private terminal, top-tier equestrian track, and this damn manor-brewed red wine that is even more mellow than a first-growth Bordeaux! I love this place to death!"

Immediately after, she began to praise non-stop.

Secretary Jin listened with a smile, only occasionally responding with a sentence or two.

After a while, Annie suddenly shouted "Whoa," turned her phone screen toward her, with a smile of watching a good show on her face:

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

Secretary Jin was stunned, put down the glass, and her gaze swept across her phone.

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

It was the Weibo post where Tang Song had just forwarded and commented on Su Yu's "Birthday Lottery" event.

Su Yu had specifically used a red pen to circle the words "most favorite" in Tang Song's comment.

It appeared exceptionally glaring.

Secretary Jin's fingertips paused imperceptibly, and a chill rose in her eyes.

Annie fanned the flames on the side: "Do you want me to help you beat her up? Let her know who the real mistress of this house is?"

"No need." Jin Meixiao's voice remained calm, but carried an indisputable majesty, "I have my own plans, don't mess around."

"OK, OK." Annie shrugged, saying somewhat boredly: "I really don't understand why you have to waste so much energy on her. Seriously, Mira, with your status, she doesn't count for anything to you."

Secretary Jin took an elegant sip of soda and didn't answer her, but her eyes became deep.

Regarding Su Yu, she indeed valued her a bit too much.

But behind this, there were also extremely complex and realistic reasons.

Starting from her personal emotional dimension, setting aside the "white moonlight" Liu Qingning who had long existed.

Su Yu was the only person who had truly "snatched away" Tang Song in a real sense.

During the two years from 2017 to 2018, Tang Song poured a large amount of emotion, time, and resources into Su Yu.

He wrote songs for her, wrote scripts for her, planned concerts for her, acquired companies for her, gifted her equity and luxury homes, and even didn't hesitate to "neglect his proper work," investing a large amount of energy that should have been used for technology, finance, and industrial layout into Su Yu's star cultivation plan.

She still remembered that Tang Song once used a look of obsession in front of her, calling Su Yu "the most perfect female star in his ideals."

She was indeed jealous of Su Yu.

And Su Yu possessed her own business map, fan base, and public opinion influence.

She was a true "beauty who brings disaster."

And also an unstable factor of "high risk and high emotionality."

Of course, there was also a very important point—Ouyang Xianyue.

That "widow" from a top-tier family was trying again and again to introduce Su Yu into the core trust of the Tang Jin family office.

Regarding Ouyang Xianyue, Jin Meixiao had never underestimated her.

Her wrist, ability, and temperament were all top-tier.

She not only possessed the unfathomable background of her own family, but with the expansion of [Tang Yi Precision], she had completely controlled the vast family power left by her late husband, Lin Qiming.

And the predecessor of [Tang Yi Precision]—Xinkaihang, was once an industry of her husband Lin Qiming's family.

It was only after inheriting Lin Qiming's will that she began to take over and operate Xinkaihang.

Today's [Tang Yi Precision] was no longer an ordinary precision instrument company; its industrial map covered all parts of the world, and it was one of the world's largest consumer electronics supply chain giants, even possessing its own industrial investment fund.

Just in terms of comprehensive influence within China, in some aspects, it even exceeded [Smile Holdings].

And behind it, there was also a political and business network entangled that was large enough to influence national policy.

Who could guarantee that Ouyang Xianyue didn't have other thoughts?

Collecting her surging thoughts, Secretary Jin's eyes fell on the phone screen again.

A moment later, a smile of unknown meaning slowly curled on her face.

She turned and walked out of the rest hall with elegant and composed steps.

The two crossed the lawn beside the racetrack and took an electric cart to the core main building of the manor—"the

Residence" (Official Residence).

This was a magnificent building full of modernist style, personally designed by a Pritzker Prize winner.

Huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain walls, clean geometric lines, and the surrounding natural landscape were perfectly integrated.

In front of the building was an infinite pool as calm as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky of Provence and the rolling white clouds.

Here was the reception hub and residential core of the entire manor.

Secretary Jin didn't enter immediately, but said to Annie: "Take a picture for me."

"With pleasure." Annie immediately got into the spirit and took the phone handed over by Secretary Jin.

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

The afternoon sun shone on her ivory-white equestrian suit, making it look like silk, perfectly outlining her body curves.

"Click—"

Annie pressed the shutter, perfectly freezing this picture full of modern power aesthetics and natural scenery. Jin Meixiao took the phone, looked at it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then, she clicked on that WeChat group and sent the photo out.

Leaving a message: "Tang Jin Manor has been officially put into use, welcome all members of the Tang Jin family office to come for a vacation at any time."

Now, even Mo Xiangwan had joined the family office's decision-making committee.

And Su Yu was the only person in this group who was not qualified to step into this manor.

Just at this moment, Annie asked as if casually: "Mira, can I also have a private residence here? I really like this place, I really want to come over and play often."

Jin Meixiao slowly raised her head, her clear and spirited eyes without a hint of a smile, just watching her quietly.

Annie was stared at by her and felt guilty: "You, you, what are you doing? Did I say something wrong?"

Jin Meixiao stood on the higher step, looking down at this wild horse from above.

She suddenly reached out her hand and used her slender fingers to irresistibly pinch Annie's chin, forcing her to look at her.

"Little Annie, don't be presumptuous, I don't know those things in your heart. I know everything about those things you've done to Tang Song. Even the brand of contraceptive pills you bought, I know everything."

Annie's pupils shrank suddenly, and on that face that was always carrying a bit of arrogance and provocation, she revealed an uncontrollable fear: "Oh, Mira, you listen to my explanation—"

Secretary Jin interrupted her directly, her eyes cold: "Since you have already made a choice and walked to his side, and I didn't stop you, you should understand what this means. If you dare to have any thoughts of betraying him in body or interest, I will make you and your father pay a price you absolutely cannot bear."

Regarding Su Yu, regarding Ouyang Xianyue, and even regarding Annie Kate before her.

She didn't trust them completely.

They didn't have the dream connection between her and Tang Song that was almost a miracle and spanned the universe and time.

They were all "outsiders."

November 30, 2023, Thursday, 10~15c.

Six o'clock in the morning.

Rongcheng, Jinli Villa.

Tang Song slowly opened his eyes in a state of extreme silence.

Accompanied by the SMS notification of the bank card arrival, a beautiful day began.

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

In the air, there was a faint scent of grass and trees mixed with damp soil.

The sky was still dark, and a few sporadic bird calls came from afar.

He didn't go for a morning run, just wearing a comfortable sports outfit, walking leisurely in this simple and ancient courtyard.

Wait until the time was about right.

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

Immediately after, the white moonlight's cute face, carrying a bit of lazy waking up, filled the entire screen.

She seemed to have just woken up, kneeling on the soft hotel bed.

Wearing a black and white color-blocked sportswear, her black hair was casually tied into a playful high ponytail, and a few strands of soft air bangs rested on her smooth forehead.

That slightly tight sports top couldn't hide her full and plump chest.

"Good morning, baby." Tang Song smiled and kissed the camera.

Liu Qingning's face was slightly red, "Good morning."

"I've already arrived in Rongcheng, the climate here is really good—"

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

Tang Song walked while aiming the camera at the vigorous black stones and frost-covered emerald bamboos in the courtyard, sharing the silence of Rongcheng's morning with her.

After Liu Qingning finished her morning wash, the call between the two also ended.

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

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

Sitting in the study.

Opened the system interface, entered the warehouse, and his gaze fell on a prop emitting a soft milky white halo.

[Dew Spring Pot]: Drinking water or tea brewed from this pot for a long time can nourish the five internal organs, clear the heart and lungs, and slowly and continuously improve physical functions. (This physical item can be gifted)

[Note: One sip of the dew in the pot returns to heaven's truth]

Selected the prop and used it immediately.

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

The teapot's shape was a classic stone gourd, with fluid lines and harmonious proportions.

The pot body presented a warm and deep purple-red, the surface delicate, without a hint of fire, as if it had been rubbed by someone for a hundred years.

It felt warm and moist, heavy, full of an indescribable high-class feel.

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

This prop was a physical object and could be broken if dropped.

So he hadn't dared to take it out easily, fearing something would go wrong on the road.

And today, he was about to visit that Academician Ouyang who was known as a "national scholar."

This prop that could "nourish the five internal organs and clear the heart and lungs" was finally going to come in handy.

Thinking of being about to meet that legendary figure who was like Mount Tai and the North Star, even with Tang Song's current temperament, he couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement in his heart.

Took a deep breath.

He sat at the desk, opened the computer, processed a few work emails, and replied to unread messages.

9:30 AM.

"Knock, knock, knock—" The knocking sounded.

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

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

As soon as he went out, he saw that familiar black Audi A8L, and the dignified figure standing there quietly, waiting for him.

Today's Ouyang Xianyue was clearly dressed up meticulously.

She was wearing a black turtleneck cashmere sweater, paired with a long-style fashionable coat, and her black, supple medium-length hair was meticulously tied at the back of her head.

She just stood there quietly, in the mist of Rongcheng's early winter, as beautiful as a classical painting with a long artistic conception.

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

Ouyang Xianyue seemed to be covering something up, subconsciously averting her gaze by half, "Good morning, did you sleep well last night?"

"Very well, I like it here very much."

"That's good, I was afraid you wouldn't be used to it, you can come and stay often when you have time." She said, a faint smile curling at the corners of her mouth.

Tang Song approached, and a rich, extremely high-class fragrance mixed with amber and agarwood lingered.

His eyebrows raised, feeling a bit strange in his heart.

As far as he knew, Ouyang Xianyue didn't have the habit of wearing perfume; the fragrance on her body had always come from the natural agarwood incense on her clothes.

But today, not only did she wear perfume, she even wore a makeup that was richer than usual.

Making her whole person look even more gorgeous and moving.

Tang Song paused and praised sincerely: "You look very beautiful today."

Ouyang Xianyue's face was slightly unnatural, subconsciously brushing the hair at her temples, "Thank you."

Immediately after, she turned elegantly and personally opened the rear door for him.

The car drove steadily out of Jinli Villa and merged into the city's traffic.

Academician Ouyang's residence was located by Huanhuaxi in the west of the city, in an extremely low-key cadre recuperation courtyard surrounded by tall plane trees and heavy walls.

The car drove slowly closer, and the atmosphere around it gradually became solemn.

On both sides of the road, the armed police on duty stood upright with eyes like torches.

When this Audi A8L drove in slowly.

Ouyang Xianyue beside him turned slightly.

Looking at the familiar tree-lined road outside the window, she said softly in a tone that was almost a murmur, carrying a bit of reminiscence: "This should be your first time coming here, the last time was nearly five years ago, in early 2019, we were also sitting in the same car."

Hearing her words, looking at her gorgeous profile, and the familiar scenery outside the window.

Tang Song's heart suddenly jumped violently.

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

Immediately after, a white feather drifted slowly into his line of sight, emitting a faint golden soft light, beautiful and moving.

"Swish—"

The torrent of memories surged in, drowning his thoughts.