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Chapter 576 The Outline of the White Moonlight
On the viewing terrace, the crowd quietly dispersed.

A group of people remained around Shen Yuyan, exchanging pleasantries, exchanging business cards, and discussing cooperation, displaying impeccable manners and a warm atmosphere;
The attention of another group of people had already shifted to President Cheng.

The precision of Tang Yi's instruments is self-evident.

This behemoth, spanning global consumer electronics, automotive electronics, chip design, and smart manufacturing, is already an unshakeable giant in the industry.

As one of the few female executives at Tangyi Precision, Cheng Siman's name is already well-known in the industry.

She previously served as Ouyang Xianyue's executive secretary and Tang Yi's president's office director, and now heads the consumer electronics business group, wielding real power in several key sectors.

"Hello, Mr. Cheng!"

"I am Derek from RGA Capital. I have long admired your name and it is an honor to be here today."

"I'm Ethan Chen from Credit Suisse. We're working on an automated assembly project and hope to have the opportunity..."

...

As several discerning investors approached Cheng Siman to exchange pleasantries, the atmosphere at the scene quickly shifted.

More people began to turn around, either glancing sideways or tentatively approaching.

Shen Yuyan stood in the center of the crowd, her smile faltering slightly, but she quickly regained her composure.

Of course she knew who Cheng Siman was. Ouyang Xian Yue was her idol, she had studied Tang Yi's strategic plans many times, and she had seen Cheng Siman's photo in media reports.

Facing such an important figure, she felt more excitement and longing.

Unexpectedly, the other party was accompanied by Lin Muxue and appeared together on the 15th floor observation deck of Huaxia Club, leaving them momentarily stunned.

Looking at Lin Muxue standing next to Cheng Siman, with a calm expression, a smile on her lips, and an indifferent demeanor.

Her breathing involuntarily tightened, her mind churning with emotions, but she quickly regained her composure and elegance.

She gently put down her wine glass, smiled at the person next to her, and said, "Excuse me, I'll go say hello to my friend."

The guests who were chatting nearby were slightly taken aback, and then nodded in agreement.

Following her gaze, they saw the calm-looking, elegantly dressed young woman next to Cheng Siman.

Shen Yuyan walked gracefully towards Lin Muxue with her head held high and her steps steady and composed.

The crowd instinctively made way for her, their gazes gradually focusing on her with curiosity and doubt.

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

Shen Yuyan spoke softly, her tone gentle and generous.

Lin Muxue smiled slightly and nodded gently, saying, "Shirley, good evening. The China Conference tonight is truly lively."

"If it doesn't get a bit more sensational, how can it live up to the weight of this news?"

Their eyes met against the backdrop of the night and the crowd. Their tone was calm and their pace gentle, which made them seem rather intimate.

Of course, they both knew it.

This "intimacy" stems only from the united front that bystanders need to present when observing.

Rongliu Capital has officially entered the capital market.

This is their MVP results screen.

Shen Yuyan turned to look at Cheng Siman, her gaze slightly lowered, suppressing her inner excitement, and took the initiative to extend her hand:

"Hello, Mr. Cheng, I am Shen Yuyan, the assistant to the board of directors of Rongliu Capital. I have long admired your name and it is a great honor to meet you here."

Cheng Siman initially just nodded politely, but her eyes visibly flickered after hearing her self-introduction.

His professional smile faded, and he became much more sincere.

"Hello, Assistant Shen, Tang Yi Precision, Cheng Siman."

Shen Yuyan was taken aback, then her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly reached out to shake hands with her.

A perfectly measured look of surprise and respect appeared on his face. “President Cheng, you are a senior I have always admired. When I was doing research on AI device projects, I studied Tangyi’s layout in smart modules. I even saved the PPT of the speech at that industry summit... I have also studied Ms. Ouyang’s interview repeatedly.”

Cheng Siman's smile deepened upon hearing this: "Thank you for your interest. We can discuss this further sometime."

"That would be an honor." Shen Yuyan's eyes sparkled, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.

To her utter surprise, Cheng Siman was so "polite" to her, not only introducing herself but also leaving room for further communication.

Overwhelmed with emotion, his gaze towards Lin Muxue softened involuntarily.

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

The involvement of two major conglomerates, including the multi-billion dollar fund behind Rongliu Capital, is already quite remarkable.

At this moment, Cheng Siman's arrival added another dramatic element to the situation.

I noticed that several financial professionals who had just exchanged business cards kept glancing in this direction.

A thought flashed through Shen Yuyan's mind, and she suddenly took Lin Muxue's arm, introducing her with an intimate expression and a smile: "This is Luna, the assistant general manager of Rongliu Capital."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expressions of the people around him instantly became enthusiastic.

The Tang Jin family office itself was organized by Ouyang Xianyue of Tangyi Precision and Jin Meixiao of Smile Holdings.

Just as explosive news broke, two of Rongliu Capital's core managers have reunited with Cheng Siman of Tangyi Precision.

This inevitably led them to make connections.

The crowd began to slowly gather.

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

The posture was perfectly controlled.

She loves these kinds of occasions, surrounded by a halo of fame and the center of attention.

The excitement and anticipation that had been building up before due to Rongliu Capital's impending announcement of a major collaboration finally began to dissipate slowly under everyone's watchful eyes.

Cool.

The atmosphere on the terrace grew increasingly lively, with glasses clinking and wine gleaming in the sunlight.

"Luna, Shirley, are you interested in taking a look at our new energy projects in the SEA market? I can have my team prepare a summary and send it to you."

"I wonder if Rongliu will consider introducing external strategic LPs in its new GP architecture?"

...

Lin Muxue maintained her gentle smile throughout, elegantly raising her glass and lightly touching it, but made no real response.

Shen Yuyan stood to the side, occasionally interjecting with a well-timed joke to gently steer the conversation away from the main topic.

The two coordinated perfectly, leaving everyone baffled.

However, only the two of them know the truth. They had only just found out about it and couldn't explain why.

Fortunately, Cheng Siman was there, so no one went too far, and everyone appeared to be very friendly on the surface.

After a while of pleasantries.

The crowd's enthusiasm seemed to subside slightly, and the initial excitement gradually turned into a relaxed state.

Cheng Siman clinked glasses with the others and said softly, "It's a bit windy outside, shall we go inside and sit for a while?"

As soon as the voice came out, the surrounding conversations were hushed up.

Lin Muxue glanced at the Central night view ahead with lingering interest and said with a smile, "Indeed, it's starting to get windy. Let's go to the private room and continue drinking."

As she spoke, she turned to Shen Yuyan and asked, "Shirley, would you like to come sit down together?"

After a moment's thought, Shen Yuyan said to Ji Yingying and Bai Menglin, who were not far away, "I'm going inside to chat with my friends for a while."

Ji Yingying's expression was somewhat unnatural, and she forced a smile, saying, "You're busy."

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

She hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Then I'll wait for you here. See you later."

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

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

After a few brief farewells, the crisp sound of high heels hitting the floor, along with the "click" of the glass door closing, slightly shut out the noise.

On the terrace, the murmurs began again.

Some people also picked up their phones and started making calls.

...

The four walked through an elegant corridor and arrived at a low-key yet stylish private room deep inside on the fifteenth floor.

After everyone was seated, the waiter quickly brought out several glasses of decanted red wine, and the atmosphere immediately quieted down.

Shen Yuyan sat on the single sofa in the corner, adjusted her posture slightly, and looked at Bei Yuwei next to her. "Hello Yuwei, I've seen your film 'Listening to the Rain,' it's really great. And my best friend is a huge fan of yours, she often cosplays your ancient costume at home."

Bei Yu was slightly taken aback, then smiled broadly and said, "Really? I'm so honored."

Shen Yuyan picked up her phone and said, "Can I take a picture? She'll definitely be jealous if she finds out I met you tonight."

“Of course.” Bei Yuwei leaned closer, and the two took a few photos together and then successfully added each other on WeChat.

Shen Yuyan then took a sip of wine, preparing to relax a little.

Then I noticed the main sofa opposite.

Cheng Siman was speaking softly to Lin Muxue, her tone gentle, occasionally clinking glasses with her, her face beaming with smiles.

Compared to the restrained and polite attitude on the terrace, the warmth and intimacy at this moment were striking.

Shen Yuyan's eyes flickered, quickly concealing the complex emotions in her heart.

How evil!

It wasn't that she didn't understand Lin Muxue's "pretentiousness." She had seen too many pretentious women, and she herself was vain and fantasized about being the center of attention.

But what she didn't understand was how Lin Muxue managed to "pretend" to have so many top big shots acting as her straight man?

Back at the clothing exhibition in Yancheng, Zheng Qiudong and Shangguan Qiuya treated her with exceptional courtesy.

She could reasonably explain it by saying that with Tang Song present, Lin Muxue, as his assistant, would naturally receive some preferential treatment.

After all, the Tang and Song dynasties were indeed awesome.

Anne Kate, the heir to the Kate Trust, is one of his behind-the-scenes supporters.

Rongliu Capital's capital structure, this multi-billion dollar investment...

All of this demonstrates that he is truly at the "top of capital".

However, Tang Song was not present at all in Hong Kong this time.

Lin Muxue, however, managed to have Cheng Siman personally accompany her for drinks and chats, and Mo Xiangwan personally pick her up from the airport despite her busy schedule.

This has overturned her cognitive logic.

She had conducted an in-depth investigation into Lin Muxue.

Born in a small county in Shaanxi Province, his household registration is still registered in a community collective household in Yancheng.

His file only shows an adult undergraduate degree, and his resume shows that he spent most of his time working in administration at a financial company.

The truly "respectable" position was as a committee assistant after joining Juqing Huijin.

That was a significant leap in her life, undoubtedly due to the "appreciation" of Tang and Song dynasties—it's obvious without even thinking about it.

He usually likes to flaunt his wealth on social media, showing off his bags, taking pictures of hotels, and checking in at high-end places.

A typical "boss's mistress," a high-class vase with excellent looks, outstanding emotional intelligence, and a knack for reading people.

This is understandable, even commonplace.

For example, the olive branch that Wang Yubo extended to her before was aimed at a character like Lin Muxue.

Provide emotional value and receive material rewards.

Being favored may have some effect at work, but it will never truly grant one access to the inner circle.

It was because of this understanding that she worked so hard to perform well.

We will strive to participate in the "Hebei Youth Entrepreneurship Support Program," work tirelessly on Youjie Housekeeping, and make efforts to build connections and demonstrate our value.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Yuyan chuckled and teased, "Luna, how come I've never heard you mention before that you know President Cheng? You really gave me a fright tonight."

As she spoke, she patted her chest.

Lin Muxue gently stroked the rim of her glass with her fingers, a smile playing on her lips. "Tomorrow I'm attending a closed-door event hosted by the LVMH Group with President Cheng and Yuwei. We just happened to meet here tonight. The atmosphere here is nice, so we thought we'd have a drink together. Hope we didn't bother you?"

“How could that be?” Shen Yuyan picked up her wine glass, her smile remaining impeccable. “It is my honor to know someone like President Cheng.”

"Let's have a drink together." Lin Muxue raised her glass and smiled playfully at Shen Yuyan.

"Cheers."

"Ding-ding-ding-"

The glasses clinked crisply, and the atmosphere in the private room fell silent for a moment.

Cheng Siman put down her wine glass and looked at Lin Muxue, saying, "By the way, Luna, when is President Tang coming to Hong Kong?"

"It should arrive before noon tomorrow."

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

Shen Yuyan's hand tightened, and she casually interjected, "President Cheng, you... know our President Tang?"

Cheng Siman's eyes met hers briefly, then she simply smiled and nodded gently.

They neither avoided it nor offered much explanation.

Shen Yuyan lowered her head, her eyes trembling violently.

Indeed, it is the Tang and Song dynasties.

But it's still not right.

If Lin Muxue were Tang Song's official girlfriend and fiancée, then everything would be fine.

But she was just a mistress!

For example, Xu Qing, her old best friend, was also a woman from the Tang and Song dynasties, but she never enjoyed such special treatment.

Even with Lin Muxue's additional role as an assistant, it's still unreasonable!
Put yourself in their shoes.

If she had Mo Xiangwan's status, even if she were polite and courteous to a powerful man's lover, she wouldn't truly treat him as an equal.

unless……

Unless Tang Song's status was so high that even his lover was above the ordinary rules of power and wealth.

Her heart skipped a beat, and thoughts began to race through her mind.

Speaking of which, Tangyi Precision, Tangzong Entertainment, and Tangjin Family Office all have "Tang" in their names.

Could Tang Song be some mysterious heir to a wealthy family, a reclusive dragon king, a legendary mercenary king, or the mastermind behind everything...?

Are these all his businesses?

Soon, reason prevailed.

Shen Yuyan blinked and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Ha ha.

You think this is a novel by Xu Qing? Behind Tang Yijing stands Ouyang Xian Yue, and the top power structure she represents.

It is not just a business giant, but also a key pillar in the national strategy to promote technological self-reliance and industrial upgrading.

As for the Tang Jin family business, it is a capital engine jointly created by Ouyang Xian Yue and Jin Mei Xiao, with intricate connections and unfathomable power.

If the Tang and Song dynasties truly had such a vast reach and background, why would they bother going to Yancheng to create something like a beautiful costume and short drama?

Although I can't understand why Lin Muxue is so strange.

However, one thing is certain.

Tang Song's status was far beyond her expectations and anticipation.

The step she took in Shanghai that she mustered up the courage to take was the best decision she ever made.

If she had hesitated even a month later, she could have done so.

She only "entered the scene" after Rongliu Capital's big news broke.

That would make the distance between her and Tang Song even greater, and make it even harder for her to get close to him.

Thinking of this, her heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Shen Yuyan picked up her phone and opened Tang Song's chat window.

He carefully chose his words and left a message: "Mr. Tang, Hong Kong tonight... feels a bit unreal."

Everyone around me is talking about your Rongliu Capital. I'm standing in the eye of the storm, and I suddenly feel a little disoriented.

I never imagined I would come so close to a world-class moment.

(っ)っ, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I won't let you down.

……

Deep city.

"Buzzing—"

Looking at the message sent by Shen Yuyan.

Tang Song smiled and casually replied, "The storm is just beginning; the epicenter is far beyond this. Keep up the good work, Assistant Shen."

"Who are you chatting with? You seem so happy?" Liu Qingning's voice came from below.

Tang Song put down his phone and looked down at Bai Yueguang, who was lying on his lap.

He reached out and pinched her cute cheek.

"Company colleague."

"female?"

"Uh... um."

"is it beautiful?"

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

Liu Qingning shrugged her fluffy eyebrows, then suddenly rolled over and gave him a light nibble on his lower abdomen.

However, because Tang and Song's muscles were relatively well-developed, they did not experience much pain; instead, they felt more itchy.

Tang Song quickly reached out and grasped Bai Yueguang's slender waist to stop her.

He then leaned down and whispered in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear, "If you want to bite, you can try somewhere else."

Hearing his words, Liu Qingning's face instantly turned red, and she reached out and slapped his leg, "Get lost."

Soon, she felt Tang Song's eight-pack abs harden.

She tried to get up, but Tang Song grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.

Liu Qingning exclaimed in surprise and started tickling him.

Taking advantage of Tang and Song's preoccupation with their own problems, they managed to escape successfully.

She sat up abruptly, her eyes wide, and feigned anger as she swung her fist: "Did you do this on purpose? How could you be so mean!"

"No, it's mainly because you're so cute." Tang Song blinked and smiled.

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

I turned and walked out of the park path.

Tang Song quickly stood up and followed her, smiling as he put his arm around her shoulder.

Liu Qingning struggled for a couple of moments before calming down.

The two walked side by side along the stone path in Talent Park.

A night breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a faint salty scent.

The moonlight hung in the sky, its silvery-white light falling on them.

The towering buildings of Shenzhen Bay are bathed in a hazy glow in the distance.

while walking.

Liu Qingning jumped onto Tang Song's back without anyone noticing.

She buried her face in his neck and shoulder, swung her legs, and whispered, "Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up!"

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

...

I took the elevator upstairs.

"Got home."

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

As the heavy armored door was opened, the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on.

Liu Qingning had just taken off her shoes when she was pinned against the entryway cabinet.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Tang Song didn't speak, but lowered his head and took her cherry lips into his mouth, slowly sucking on them, tenderly and possessively.

The air was filled with the familiar fragrance and body warmth.

Liu Qingning's face turned as red as an apple again, and dopamine was being released into her brain at an alarming rate.

After a long time.

The two slowly separated.

Liu Qingning patted his chest and muttered softly, "I've been playing all day and I'm all sweaty. I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes."

After saying that, he turned and ran towards the bedroom.

Tang Song smiled and followed.

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

It was obvious that Bai Yueguang had no intention of taking a bath with him.

Tang Song returned to his bedroom.

I sat on the small sofa by the window and enjoyed the night view outside for a while.

Suddenly I realized that it's Friday again.

He took his phone out of his pocket.

Open QQ and switch to your alternate account.

Immediately afterwards, an unread message popped up.

It was posted two hours ago, so it's very fresh.

Tang Song paused for a moment, then opened the chat box.

Zhang Yan: "I just finished proofreading the last draft of the day. Some upsetting things have happened recently, and I couldn't help but want to talk to you about it. I hope I haven't bothered you."

The company is indeed experiencing some problems; the expense reimbursement for this business trip has been delayed.

The manager told us to pay for it first, so Lulu and I had no choice but to grit our teeth and check into the cheapest budget hotel.

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

...

This business trip wasn't long, but it was incredibly grueling.

When I'm in this unfamiliar city, I always think of Orange. I wonder if she's doing well at Lanlan's house, and if she's being disliked because she eats so much.

...

Lulu has already started secretly sending out resumes, but she's getting very few replies on Boss Zhipin. She says she's almost at her breaking point and wants to switch to a more stable industry.

In today's challenging economic climate, copywriting and editing jobs, which anyone can do, are highly sought after.

Moreover, AI is very powerful now, especially the large model recently released by Qingning Technology, which is said to be able to imitate eighteen different writing styles. (It seems like everything named 'Qingning' is quite impressive.)

Our manager said that it won't be long before we're no longer needed in this position.

To be honest, I was very scared.

...

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

The title page bears the date and location written by the previous owner: 1992, Shanghai.

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

Do you think that thirty years from now, someone might stumble upon the book I left behind and wonder who this girl named Zhang Yan is?

This is the longest message Zhang Yan has ever posted.

Tang Song stared at the screen for a long time, as if some kind of emotion was surging within him.

He could read her anxiety, unease, longing, and anticipation between the lines.

And her image became clearer and clearer in his mind.

After reading so many comments, he had already sketched out the image of his junior high school deskmate in his mind.

Authentic, and quiet.

Tang Song looked north through the floor-to-ceiling window.

After finishing his business in Hong Kong, he will go to Guangzhou.

Even if we don't bother this junior high school classmate, we can still try to help her in the hope that she will be happier in the future.

After spacing out for a while, Tang Song leaned back on the sofa and picked up a book that was next to him to read.

I do not know how long it has been.

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

Tang raised his head, his gaze froze, and his lips parted slightly.

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

Her impressive E-cup breasts stretched the skirt high, and her fair and shapely thighs were faintly visible beneath the hem.

The difference is that she wore her hair in pigtails today, looking so pure it was almost cloyingly sweet.

She has a youthful face and a trendy hairstyle, but she's wearing a dress that's slightly provocative.

The stark contrast made Tang Song's heart race.

"What are you looking at?" Liu Qingning made a playful face and kicked him barefoot.

Unexpectedly, Tang Song grabbed her ankle.

Her feet were small and delicate, with toenails coated with clear nail polish. Her toe bones were well-proportioned, and the arch of her instep was graceful, like exquisitely crafted white porcelain.

Warm and soft, with a fresh scent of freshly showered skin.

Tang Song gently stroked it a few times, almost reluctant to let go of it.

"Ouch, stop—it tickles so much!" Liu Qingning shrank back, trying to break free, her giggles filled with shyness and coquettishness.

As she turned, her chest heaved, creating a surging, almost overflowing display.

Tang Song casually tossed the book aside and gently tugged at her ankle.

Liu Qingning let out a soft cry, staggered, and fell into his arms, losing her balance.

Feeling the mature body of the white moonlight, looking at her incredibly familiar face.

Tang Song's eyes burned, and his voice was deep: "You said you'd let me see what's under your skirt. I'm going to Hong Kong tomorrow, so you should keep your promise, right?"

In fact, until now, he has never actually seen her completely naked.

Every time we were intimate, it was either in a dimly lit bed or through thin clothing.

The impulse in my heart was almost impossible to suppress.

Liu Qingning pushed him away with both hands, her eyes darting away as she said, "I didn't agree to that. I just... asked you a question that day."

"But when you said that, your eyes conveyed that meaning."

Tang Song's hand exerted a slight force.

Liu Qingning gasped softly, her legs going weak. "I... I didn't mean that."

Tang Song looked into her eyes, "My dear girlfriend, can I see you?"

These words, as gentle as a feather, stirred the heart of the white moonlight.

Liu Qingning's thick eyelashes trembled, and her cheeks instantly became burning hot, as if they had been set on fire. The heat gradually spread from her cheeks to her ears.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

She bit her lower lip, not looking at him, her voice barely a whisper: "Aren't you afraid... I'll expose myself?"

Tang Song's eyes lit up.

"Buzz—" The electric curtains slowly closed, shutting out the dazzling night view outside the window from the secret room.

...

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

Only the warm ambient light in the corner remained, quietly lit.

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

After a long while, she finally turned around.

His eyes darted around, but he didn't take a single step back.

She gathered the hem of her skirt with both hands and pulled it up very slowly, little by little.

A softly curved yet toned waist, a flat stomach, and smooth, delicate skin…

Everything, under the dim yellow light, was outlined in a breathtaking silhouette.

(End of this chapter)