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Chapter 579 The Wind of Hong Kong (Daily Life)
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove out of West Kowloon Station and slowly moved along the clean and straight main road.

The car was quiet, with the temperature maintained at a comfortable level, and outside the window was the humid but not scorching afternoon sun of Hong Kong.

In the back right seat, Tang Song leaned back in his leather seat, slowly flipping through the documents.

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

"Water is fine."

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

The moment Tang Song received it, her soft fingertips gently grasped his palm.

Looking up, I saw Lin Muxue's big, watery eyes.

Bright and vibrant, like a spring pond.

Tang Song chuckled and winked at her.

Lin Muxue's long, slender legs moved slightly beneath her trousers; though she did so without making a sound, it was as if her entire body was speaking.

Clearly, after a few days, the snow will melt into water again.

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

Her movements were skillful and considerate.

"As per your request, we have booked an executive suite at the Four Seasons. In addition, I have made a reservation for lunch at Lung King Heen, and I have selected some dishes according to your taste. Please check later to see if there are any changes you would like to make."

The air was filled with the alluring scent of her perfume, her fingertips were delicate, and her voice was gentle and soft.

This allowed Tang Song, who had just arrived in an unfamiliar city, to instantly relax.

An irrepressible smile appeared in his eyes.

Xiaoxue really gave him a big surprise this time. She had matured a lot and was obviously more responsible.

Compared to the previous Xiaoxue, this version of her is finally starting to act like a usable assistant.

It seems that arranging for Shen Yuyan to join was indeed the right thing to do.

The systematic partner training program aims to prepare her to become a qualified co-assistant in the future, working in parallel for the long term.

The ability to switch precisely between public affairs and private services is flawless.

With Shen Yuyan's stimulation, her growth rate can be greatly accelerated.

Of course, during this period, Tang and Song need to maintain a delicate balance so that the two assistants can develop a sense of competition.

Then, Lin Muxue handed over her phone, which displayed a pre-prepared menu.

She gently moved closer to his side, nestled against his arm, and introduced each dish and its flavor, her breath sweet as orchids.

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

I tried several times to interject with a report on the itinerary or to add information, but I couldn't find the right moment.

From late last night until this morning, she has read that explosive news in the industry countless times.

I still haven't fully processed that shock.

Facing Tang and Song again, she suddenly felt an indescribable sense of awe.

Previously, because of Xu Qing, Lin Muxue, Shen Yuyan, and their alumni status, she always subconsciously placed Tang Song at a lower level.

Only now do I truly realize that I underestimated so much.

That night at the "Investors' Night," although Ms. Kate admired the Tang and Song dynasties, she always had a haughty and arrogant demeanor, and later even tried to dig into her past.

She also did some research privately and found that there were many rumors on the internet that this Ms. Kate was a "lesbian" and not interested in men.

This led her to make some misjudgments.

Now it seems that his relationship with Anne Kate was definitely not as simple as he thought.

Lover? Beloved? Fiancée?
Anne Kate, as one of the heirs to a top American conglomerate and co-founder of Jingwu Capital, certainly has the ability to bring a multi-billion dollar fund of funds to fruition.

This aroused a strong voyeuristic desire in her.

But at the same time, there is an almost instinctive restraint deep inside.

The friction between the two made her feel itchy inside.

...

ten minutes later.

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

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

I personally guided them through the lobby and into the private elevator, which took them directly to the 42nd floor.

Push open the room door.

What comes into view is a 228-square-meter luxury executive suite with floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides, offering an extremely open view.

To the east lies the shimmering Victoria Harbour, to the west the bustling Central financial district, and to the north Kowloon's dense buildings and winding skyline.

Magnificent and bustling.

Being there, Tang Song felt a strong sense of urban tension.

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

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

There's no rush for now.

Firstly, the other side would definitely need to make some preparations before they could stay there, and secondly, this hotel suite is adjacent to the headquarters of Rongliu Capital, making it safe and convenient.

His next major task is to finalize the injection of this multi-billion dollar fund of funds.

These funds are not merely "symbolic," but rather intended to enhance his influence and social status.

A series of substantive equity acquisitions are expected to follow, including acquisitions of companies such as Guyu Biotechnology, Tangzong Entertainment, and Yunxi Real Estate.

He rapidly amplified his influence in several core industries.

The previously awarded shares in Qingning Technology and Tangzong Entertainment were all granted in personal capacities.

However, at this level, directly granting him equity in numerous well-known companies would expose his entire identity and would also attract regulatory scrutiny.

11:50 am.

The three of them walked out of the executive suite and took the elevator directly to the fourth floor of Longjingxuan.

This is also the world's first Michelin three-star Chinese restaurant, famous for its Cantonese cuisine.

Inside the restaurant, dark wood trim is cleverly blended with modern Chinese decor, creating an elegant and sophisticated ambiance.

As noon approached, the restaurant was already quite crowded.

Under the respectful guidance of the waiter, the three of them arrived at a seat by the window.

The windows offer panoramic views of Victoria Harbour, while the interior provides a luxurious and tranquil dining atmosphere.

The first three appetizers and desserts were abalone and chicken pastry, dragon prince steamed dumplings, and pine nut char siu pineapple buns.

Each serving is for three people.

The presentation was exquisite, but the portion size was small.

At Lin Muxue's suggestion, Tang Song first picked up a piece of abalone and chicken pastry.

The rich aroma is irresistible. The moment you take a bite, the flaky pastry makes a soft "crunch" between your teeth, followed by the soft and tender abalone and the savory and rich chicken pieces. The layers are distinct and the taste is abundant.

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

Then, one main dish, seafood, staple food, and dessert after another were served.

The pace of serving dishes is precisely controlled, neither rushed nor slow.

Each dish was served to him at the perfect temperature and in its best condition.

Since he began to practice self-discipline, Tang Song has rarely focused so much on "eating," but this meal seemed to have awakened his taste buds.

The pleasure derived from food spreads like ripples from the mouth to the nerves.

Lin Muxue was radiant and beaming as she entered her home turf.

They explained the ingredients and flavor combinations of each dish in a low voice, some details that even the waiters didn't mention.

Her perfume was new, a light grapefruit scent that, in the afternoon sunlight, carried a hint of sweet maturity.

This made Tang and Song feel even happier.

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

Occasionally, when their eyes met, Lin Muxue's eyes would reveal a hint of pride and confidence.

In this respect, she was far inferior to the "fake socialite," unable to get a word in edgewise, at most just echoing a few words.

...

Lunch lasted for nearly an hour and a half.

Tang Song ate heartily and left Longjingxuan feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Back in the suite, we rested for a while and chatted for a bit.

Lin Muxue began to pack his luggage in an orderly manner, and hung his clothes in the dressing room according to their texture and purpose.

The movements were skillful and efficient.

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

Bodycon skirt, black stockings, and a blazer.

Now, Shen, the school beauty, has fully embraced the role of a special assistant, exuding the charm of a professional woman.

In recent days, she has been communicating with Tang Song almost every day, taking the initiative to manage the project progress and reorganizing the execution status of all existing investment projects in the company.

The aim is to help Tang Song establish a clear and controllable collaboration process to better manage the company.

She did an excellent job in this regard.

Moreover, it perfectly met the needs of the Tang and Song dynasties.

He had been in charge of Rongliu Capital for a long time, but this was his first time visiting the headquarters.

With such an assistant by my side, everything becomes clear and easy, allowing me to quickly get into work mode.

Tang Song glanced at Assistant Shen, then at Assistant Lin, who was busy in the direction of the bedroom.

A slight upturn at the corners of his lips revealed a joyful smile in his eyes.

The two had a clear division of labor: one was meticulous and attentive, the other logically rigorous. They did not interfere with each other, but both revolved around him.

It definitely helped him improve his efficiency.

Of course, most importantly, they are all beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

"Tap tap tap—" The sound of elegant footsteps slowly approached.

Lin Muxue walked to Tang Song's side and said softly, "Mr. Tang, you must be tired from your journey. I've booked a spa treatment for you at the Four Seasons Hotel for a full-body relaxation. I also need to have a treatment tonight because I have to attend an LVMH social dinner. So I booked a package for two to accompany you."

She paused, looked at Shen Yuyan, and said with some regret, "I'm sorry, Shirley, the hotel doesn't have a suitable triple room. I'll ask you to come for a treatment another day."

Shen Yuyan's eye twitched almost imperceptibly, but she still maintained a polite smile on her face. "It's alright, you can go ahead."

Spa treatments for men and women, or body treatments...

Her relationship with Tang Song was far from that intimate.

As for "the three of them, Lin Muxue and I"?
She felt uncomfortable just imagining it.

too messy!
However… if it's my best friend Qingqing…

She glanced at the languid and handsome man opposite her, her heart skipped a beat, and a faint blush rose to her cheeks.

Well, it's not entirely impossible.

She gently licked her lips, concealing the thoughts welling up inside her, and stood up, saying, "Mr. Tang, I'll go and talk to the company's senior management to arrange your work schedule for the next period."

"Well, let's go."

Shen Yuyan nodded to him, then nodded slightly to Lin Muxue before turning and walking outside.

As she reached the door, she paused, habitually glancing back.

Then he saw Lin Muxue sitting on Tang Song's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, slowly twisting her waist, and kissing his cheeks without restraint.

Tang Song leaned back on the sofa, his hand already hidden inside her clothes.

Shen Yuyan gritted her teeth, cursed under her breath as a "good-for-nothing," and quietly pushed open the door to leave.

Back to the suite downstairs.

Shen Yuyan took off her coat, opened her laptop, and continued organizing her files.

My fingertips flew across the keyboard, my efficiency as high as ever.

But my heart just wouldn't slow down.

For her, power is the sexiest coat a man can wear.

If you can also have a good-looking appearance, that would be perfect.

The Tang and Song dynasties of today are the pinnacle of existence.

She possesses a charm that lies between nobility and danger.

Its allure to her was comparable to that of a succubus.

Just being near him felt like being enveloped in an addictive aura. Shen Yuyan squeezed her legs together, the black stockings rubbing gently against each other, creating a strange tactile sensation.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

Then, her eyes flickered.

Lin Muxue has to attend an LVMH social banquet tonight and has to leave around 4 a.m., and she probably won't be back until very late.

This is a rare opportunity to spend time alone with Tang and Song.

We need to prepare properly.

……

5 o'clock in the afternoon.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Victoria Harbour was bathed in a golden-orange twilight.

Tang Song leaned back on a single sofa, holding a book in his hand, his posture languid, but his eyes were calm and focused.

The Four Seasons Spa truly lived up to its reputation; the entire treatment left him feeling completely relaxed and refreshed, as if every cell in his body had been thoroughly soothed and relaxed.

It felt as if my body had been completely reset, and even my thoughts became exceptionally clear.

"Ring ring—" The cell phone suddenly rang.

Shen Yuyan

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

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

"Uh, I'm free." Tang Song smiled and casually closed the book.

"The weather is lovely today, and it's the weekend, so how about a nighttime stroll through Hong Kong? Let me show you the local culture and let you sample some authentic local delicacies?"

"Okay, that sounds good."

He had originally planned to go out for a stroll and have dinner with this school beauty that evening.

Unexpectedly, the other party took the initiative to invite me.

"So...when do we set off?"

"anytime."

The voice just fell.

"Knock knock knock—" A gentle knocking sound rang out.

Shen Yuyan's slightly playful voice came through the receiver: "Then I'll trouble you, Mr. Tang, to open the door."

Tang Song chuckled, hung up the phone, and got up to open the door.

Outside the door, Shen Yuyan stood there, looking quite pretty.

She had changed out of her smart business attire and was now wearing comfortable sneakers, slim-fit jeans, a white fitted undershirt, and a light blue sun-protective shirt over it.

She looked refreshed and clean, full of youthful energy, a stark contrast to the meticulous and professional special assistant she was in the afternoon.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, shall we set off?" Shen Yuyan tilted her head slightly, smiled at him, and exuded an alluring and vibrant energy.

"go!"

...

Stepping out of the Four Seasons Hotel, a gentle breeze greets you, carrying a salty, damp feel.

Tang Song asked with great interest, "Where are you planning to go? Do you have any special plans, Assistant Shen?"

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

“President Tang,” she said seriously, yet with just the right amount of playfulness, “Although our company doesn’t mandate clocking in, we still have to consider working hours, right? It’s already Saturday evening. I haven’t signed a contract to sell myself to you, so it’s time for you to step down from your role as the boss and take a break.”

Tang Song paused for a moment, then seemed to understand what she meant, and replied with a smile, "Of course, no problem, Yu Yan."

A sly glint appeared in Shen Yuyan's eyes. "Let's go, Tang Song, let's take a ride on the Hong Kong MTR, go go go."

She waved casually ahead, her steps light as a breeze, like a student heading to the night market on campus.

Tang Song watched her retreating figure with a smile on his lips, and strode after her.

The two walked through the crowds as the city lights began to twinkle, from the luxurious and tranquil Four Seasons Hotel to the bustling Sheung Wan.

Shen Yuyan had clearly done her homework, knowing the route like the back of her hand, and would occasionally point to a street scene and share some lighthearted and interesting local gossip.

Amidst laughter and conversation, the two swiped their cards and entered the subway station.

The MTR carriages on the Island Line were clean and bright. With a slight sway, we quickly arrived at our first stop – Causeway Bay.

As soon as you step out of the subway station, the city's most authentic and bustling night scene comes into view.

The narrow streets were bathed in a warm yellow light, and colorful neon signs flashed and intertwined. The air was filled with the mixed aromas of various foods, like a vibrant and savory Hong Kong movie that had just begun.

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

"We're here!" She pointed to the lit floor upstairs and, without saying another word, grabbed his arm and started walking upstairs.

As I pushed open the door, a familiar aroma of cooking wafted towards me.

The interior is simple, with plastic tables and chairs, but it's incredibly popular, mostly with locals speaking Cantonese. The sounds of people talking and stir-frying are constant.

The two finally managed to sit down by the window.

After discussing it for a while, they ordered several signature dishes, and Shen Yuyan also added two bottles of San Miguel beer.

Soon, the beer was served first.

She didn't use a glass, but simply raised the glass bottle, looking at him with a smile in her eyes: "Cheers!"

"cheers."

The two beer bottles collided with a crisp "clang" in mid-air.

Shen Yuyan tilted her head back and took a big gulp, a few strands of hair on her forehead fluttering slightly, making her look exceptionally relaxed and genuine.

Before long, the dishes were served one after another, mainly authentic Cantonese dishes and Hong Kong-style roast meats.

The colors are vibrant, and the aroma is enticing.

Tang and Song especially loved the honey-glazed char siu and the stir-fried beef noodles with a strong wok hei (wok aroma).

While enjoying her meal, Shen Yuyan introduced him to the history of the restaurant.

“At its peak, there were over a thousand dai pai dongs (open-air food stalls) in Hong Kong, but now there are only about twenty left. The licensing regulations are too strict, and many long-established businesses have been eliminated.”

"This shop has been around for over 50 years and has received very positive reviews."

...

At this moment, Shen Yuyan seemed like a completely different person. She had lost her usual cautiousness and tentativeness, and gained more of the confident and flamboyant beauty she had been in college, with clear, bright eyes full of spirit.

Tang Song stared at her, slightly lost in thought.

After enjoying a lively and bustling meal at a street food stall, the two transferred along the Island Line and arrived at the crowded Tsim Sha Tsui.

A long queue had already formed at the entrance of Lan Fong Yuen on the basement level of Chungking Mansions.

On Saturday evening around 7 p.m., the place was packed with people, tourists and locals alike came to take photos.

They waited for more than 20 minutes before they finally received their takeaway milk tea.

Shen Yuyan lowered her head and took a sip, her eyes lighting up. She then held the straw to Tang Song's lips and said, "Tang Song, you should try it. It's really delicious."

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

The rich aroma of tea and the smooth taste of milk blend perfectly in the mouth, and the sweetness is just right. It truly lives up to its reputation.

The two shared a cup of milk tea as they strolled through the bustling street.

The intersecting neon lights stretched their shadows, making them appear longer and shorter, while they were surrounded by surging crowds and the cacophony of the city.

Shen Yuyan pointed to the street scenes along the way and enthusiastically talked about all the information and interesting stories she knew.

Occasionally, when she mentioned some intimate, slightly risqué jokes, she would mischievously tiptoe, lean close to his ear, and whisper the story in a sweet, fragrant breath.

The subtle, ambiguous atmosphere always stirred up ripples in Tang Song's heart.

They walked through several streets and entered the waterfront promenade at the southernmost tip of the Kowloon Peninsula, not far from the famous Avenue of Stars.

The dazzling lights on both sides of Victoria Harbour are reflected in the water, and the distant whistles of cruise ships can be heard on the sea. Accompanied by the gentle sea breeze, it is a beautiful and dreamlike scene.

The two walked slowly along the shore, their steps in sync, chatting casually.

Somehow, the conversation veered from the local customs and culture of Hong Kong to their alma mater.

Looking at the former campus belle beside me, I listened to her recount her past experiences at Yancheng University of Science and Technology.

Tang Song's thoughts seemed to be instantly pulled back to his youthful university days.

The playground, the library, the classroom, the canteen... familiar scenes flashed through my mind.

As they chatted, the two somehow got into a disagreement about the price of the clay pot rice noodles in the cafeteria.

Shen Yuyan insisted that it was 7 yuan a bowl.

Tang and Song clearly remembered that it was 8 pieces.

The two walked and "argued," their tone low, but the atmosphere gradually became somewhat confrontational.

Shen Yuyan suddenly stopped, looking at him with a defiant expression: "How about we make a bet?"

"What are we betting on?" Tang Song asked, looking at her curiously.

Shen Yuyan pursed her lips and said jokingly, "If you're wrong, let me kiss you, okay? Handsome guy."

Upon hearing this, Tang Song almost burst out laughing. "What if you're wrong?"

"Hmm..." Shen Yuyan deliberately dragged out the sound, pretending to think for a moment, "Then... I'll let you kiss me too."

Tang Song suppressed a laugh and said seriously, "That sounds fair, let's bet!"

"OK!"

Shen Yuyan snapped her fingers with great interest and casually pulled her phone out of her pocket.

I found a phone number, dialed it directly, and casually pressed the speakerphone button.

"Dududu-"

A sweet and soft voice came from the speaker: "Hello? Yan Yan, didn't you say you were busy with something important? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?"

Hear a familiar voice.

Tang Song's heart skipped a beat, and his expression became slightly unnatural.

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

Xu Qing paused, then asked in confusion, "Uh... 8 yuan? Why are you suddenly asking about this?"

"It's okay, you can keep writing. I'm hanging up now."

"Nonsense..." Xu Qing muttered, then hung up the phone.

Shen Yuyan put away her phone and slapped her forehead in frustration. "Oh no, oh no, that was a really good slap in the face."

She sighed softly, then looked up at Tang Song's eyes and slowly leaned closer.

His eyes shone brightly, like the brightest stars in the night.

The fresh scent of her perfume became increasingly clear as she drew closer.

Shen Yuyan's light blue shirt billowed slightly in the evening breeze, revealing a close-fitting white camisole underneath. Her full breasts were almost bursting out, and her taut abdominal lines were faintly visible. Her whole body exuded a strong and healthy sexual tension.

Shen Yuyan slightly raised her delicate chin, her tone carrying a hint of nonchalant acceptance of defeat: "Qingqing is the number one foodie at Yanke University. In this respect, her memory is better than anyone else's. Since I was wrong, I admit defeat."

Looking at the school beauty's face so close to his own, Tang Song's heart began to race faster and faster.

You should know that the person on the phone just now was his cosplayer girlfriend, who was also Shen Yuyan's best friend.

Poor Qingqing instantly became part of their relationship.

This feeling is exceptionally...exciting.

It has to be said that Shen, the school beauty, is really good at creating an atmosphere.

He subtly pushed the atmosphere to a critical point.

The wind blew in from Victoria Harbour, carrying a salty, damp scent, mixed with the sounds of distant traffic and crowds, and her faint fragrance.

Tang Song took half a step forward and gently cupped her chin with his fingers.

Lower your head and get closer.

Shen Yuyan trembled slightly and then closed her eyes.

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

Cool and alluring.

It's like a menthol cigarette being slowly lit by starlight in the deep of night.

Tang Song's fingers slowly slid down to the back of her neck, feeling the delicate warmth emanating from her skin.

Shen Yuyan let out a barely audible "Mmm" from her throat.

The most beautiful state of ambiguity is probably this:

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

(End of this chapter)