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Chapter 580 The Regret of Time, the Helplessness of Reality

As night deepened, the lights on both sides of Victoria Harbour shone like a galaxy.

The bustling crowds flowed past them silently like a stream of light and shadow, as if the surrounding noise had been shut out.

Tang Song's fingers gently stroked the warm nape of her neck, feeling the breath between Shen Yuyan's lips, and gazing at this face that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

His hand couldn't help but tighten slightly, and with Shen Yuyan's low "humph," her pearly teeth parted slightly.

An unprecedented, strange heartbeat, a mixture of conquest and excitement, slowly exploded in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, the lips parted.

Shen Yuyan took a small half-step back.

She didn't look at Tang Song immediately, but turned her face away and let out a soft laugh with a hint of self-mockery.

Then, she lowered her head and tidied her wind-blown hair, and casually pulled her shirt forward to cover her snow-white chest.

A moment later, she said casually, as if nothing had happened, "Hmm... this was my first kiss, and you just took it from me like that. But, a bet is a bet, I, Shen Yuyan, accept it."

Tang Song looked at her, a smile playing on his lips. "You're quite the rule-abiding one."

Shen Yuyan's eyes were unwavering. "Of course, we agreed on one kiss, so it's one kiss. No more than one kiss counts."

"is it?"

"Okay." Shen Yuyan stood on tiptoe and said softly, "By the way, let's make this clear first, we absolutely cannot tell Qingqing about our 'bet' tonight."

Her tone was both intimately teasing and drawing a line.

Combined with her captivating peach blossom eyes, which seemed especially alluring at that moment, it was an extreme tension.

Their gazes lingered for a moment in the damp air, and Tang Song's Adam's apple bobbed. "Okay, I'll listen to you."

He secretly felt indignant for his cosplayer girlfriend.

Oh, Shen, school beauty! This is your best friend of over ten years!

You actually used him as a wingman!

Just wait and see how I teach you a lesson!
Shen Yuyan chuckled and winked at him playfully before suddenly turning around and walking forward.

"We haven't been to the Avenue of Stars yet. We need to take lots of pictures later, otherwise it'll be a wasted trip."

She didn't turn around, but just waved to him with her back turned.

Tang Song stood there, watching her slender figure disappear into the crowd, sometimes in the light, sometimes in the shadows.

In that instant, it was as if I could see countless chance encounters on a university campus.

It was on a forest path, as she brushed past her classmates while they were chatting and laughing;

It was a fleeting glimpse of her as she turned around, carrying her tray, in the bustling cafeteria.
It was the heart-pounding sensation of someone walking towards you through a quiet, empty corridor in a teaching building.

Despite having regained many fragments of lost memories, Tang Song still has many past experiences from his university days that are worth revisiting.

Youth truly comes only once.

During that time, a group of classmates of similar age surrounded me, chatting about games, commenting on the school beauty, and debating movies and TV shows...

Everyone is full of youthful vigor, boundless expectations for the future, and the purest longing for the opposite sex.

Whether it's the spirited school beauty Shen Yuyan or the adorable cosplayer Xu Qing, they are both part of it.

……

Rosewood Hotel, LVMH Asia Pacific Elite Gathering.

Inside the banquet hall, the ceiling lights were soft yet dazzling, and the walls were adorned with limited-edition artworks from the LVMH collection.

The minimalist French lines intertwine with champagne gold tones, creating an atmosphere of understated luxury.

The amber liquid in the stemmed glass, glistening with fine bubbles, rose slowly.

On the long table, cold desserts and snacks, meticulously crafted by a Michelin three-star chef, were displayed.

Lin Muxue held a wine glass, her makeup exquisite, her red lips cold and alluring.

She wore a Louis Vuitton haute couture backless floor-length evening gown, adorned with shimmering sequins on the chest, which shimmered as she walked.

"Ding~~"

The wine glasses clinked gently, producing a crisp and pleasant sound.

“Ms. Lin, I have long heard of Rongliu Capital. I’ve heard that your company’s recent investments in the technology and consumer sectors have been remarkably forward-thinking. It’s truly rare to find an executive like you who combines a financial background with an aesthetic eye.” Mason, President of LVMH Asia, said with a broad smile and a sincere, polite tone.

Lin Muxue smiled politely and said in a gentle tone, "You flatter me. LVMH not only represents the pinnacle of luxury goods, but is also a leader in contemporary lifestyles and cultural tastes. I have benefited greatly from exchanging ideas with you all here tonight."

Based on a deep understanding of luxury goods and a crash course in fashion industry knowledge.

Lin Muxue handled the situation with ease and confidence.

When she inadvertently expressed interest in the brand's consulting team, Mason immediately seized the opportunity to extend an invitation.

Lin Muxue smiled gently, raised her glass and clinked it with his with an air of nonchalance, "If there is an opportunity for cooperation, I would certainly be very happy to participate."

"Okay, we'll contact you later."

Mason nodded, and the two exchanged contact information after a brief chat.

The atmosphere was just right.

As soon as Mason left, several other attendees approached him, offering their business cards in a warm and friendly manner.

Lin Muxue tilted her head slightly, feeling a little smug.

At the same time, she also had many inexplicable feelings.

This place is not what she imagined.

The guests were not the kind of ostentatious "celebrity and fortune arena" she had envisioned.

No one flaunts expensive watches, and almost no one talks about entertainment gossip.

Hong Kong and mainland stars, including Bei Yuwei, were merely supporting characters here.

Her outfit tonight was meticulously prepared according to the standards of celebrities and socialites, and it didn't initially attract much attention.

The real chemical reaction only occurred when the identity of "Rongliu Capital's Assistant" was revealed.

Standing in the center of the banquet hall, where the lights were shimmering, she felt as if she had truly stepped into another world.

I also realized some of my past superficiality.

...

10 o'clock in the evening.

A black and silver Bentley slowly drove out of the hotel entrance, its rear window rolled up, and it merged into the endless stream of neon-lit cars.

Lin Muxue sat in the back seat, gracefully adjusted her skirt, and rubbed her slightly sore ankles.

While replying to messages, Bei Yuwei suddenly looked up at her and said softly, "Mu Xue, I'm planning to post some photos from tonight's event on Weibo. You'll be in them, right? You don't mind, do you?"

Lin Muxue was slightly taken aback, and her somewhat tired body unconsciously straightened up a bit.

"Of course I don't mind."

"Then I'll have my assistant send it."

"Mmm." Lin Muxue nodded gently, responding demurely, but a faint blush crept onto her cheeks.

In fact, she was completely powerless against the opportunity to appear in the public eye and stand alongside celebrities.

After a moment, she finally couldn't resist. Without making a sound, she unlocked her phone, opened Weibo, and quietly refreshed the page.

In the photo, she is surrounded by several celebrities and artists from Tangzong Entertainment, smiling politely and exuding confidence, just like a leading lady surrounded by starlight.

In the comments section below, many people are discussing her and speculating which celebrity she is.

Lin Muxue gently licked her slightly dry lips, unconsciously adjusted her posture on the leather seat, and twisted her waist and hips.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction and vanity enveloped her like a warm spring, making her feel extremely comfortable in body and mind.

Bei Yuwei, who was standing next to her, blinked.

He opened WeChat and briefly reported to Mo Xiangwan about his interaction with Lin Muxue that evening, as well as the effect of the Weibo post.

After sending the message, she finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

The scene from five days ago kept replaying in my mind, and I still feel lingering fear.

In that empty office, Su Yu looked down at her with his cold, emotionless eyes and calmly inquired about her relationship with Tang Song.

The invisible yet powerful and suffocating sense of oppression and queenly aura caused Bei Yuwei's psychological defenses to collapse instantly. Trembling, she confessed everything in detail.

It was precisely because of this that she was able to confirm, from another perspective, the extraordinary and inseparable relationship between Su Yu and Tang Song.

This realization has shocked her so much that she still hasn't fully recovered.

These past few days, even though she knew perfectly well that Tang Song was staying at the same Four Seasons Hotel, she didn't dare to sneak a peek at him, much less take the initiative to contact him.

Then, Mo Xiangwan directly arranged for her to go to Hong Kong, with the sole task of getting in touch with Lin Muxue and cultivating a good relationship with her at all costs.

Following instructions, she "spread" photos of herself with people associated with Tangzong Entertainment online.

She didn't know the real reason behind it, and dared not ask any more questions.

Outside the window was the night view of Hong Kong, with neon lights reflected on the Bentley's glass, casting layers of light and shadow on half of her face, making her appear both aloof and charming.

Bei Yuwei sighed deeply, and the image of Tang Song involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

She never expected it.

The man who stirred her heart, Tang Song, who gave her her first taste of love, was actually... Su Yu's man.

Although her feelings for Tang Song were not pure, she truly fell for him after several encounters.

That feeling, perhaps... could also be called love.

Moreover, he was her first love.

With Su Yu's unbreakable bond standing between them, she naturally dared not have any further improper thoughts.

Whenever she thought of this, her heart felt like it was being squeezed, and she even had difficulty breathing.

Bei Yuwei bit her lip hard, staring blankly out the window, a deep sense of loneliness welling up in her eyes.

"Buzzing—"

The vibration of her phone interrupted her thoughts.

Bei Yu glanced down at the screen, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly opened the message.

[Mr. Mo: "Well done. Continue to maintain a good relationship with Mu Xue and deepen your private connections."]

She glanced at Lin Muxue beside her and quickly typed back, "Okay, Mr. Mo!"

[Mr. Mo: "I've already informed your agent. You'll be receiving a domestic brand ambassador contract for Bulgari, as well as a lead role in an S-level film."]

Upon seeing this message, Bei Yuwei's heart skipped a beat, but she did not experience the overwhelming joy she had imagined.

These were indeed the top-tier resources she had always dreamed of, but the deep-seated despondency she felt earlier did not dissipate much.

That feeling was even more intense than she had imagined.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone vibrated again.

[Mr. Mo: "Furthermore, from now on, no unspoken rules within the company will affect you. All resources and conditions will be tilted towards you preferentially. Also, one last reminder: in future filming, there can be no intimate scenes, especially be careful about private, one-on-one contact with men. Of course, except for Tang Song. Yuwei, there are some things I won't say more about, but you should understand the weight and possible consequences behind this. Don't disappoint me."]

Upon seeing this message, Bei Yuwei's eyes widened instantly. She felt her mouth go dry and her heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her chest.

Just a moment ago, my mind was filled with loss and despair, but at this moment, it was completely ignited by an unbelievable and enormous ecstasy!

She has extremely high emotional intelligence and is very familiar with the rules of the industry.

Almost instantly, she completely understood the true, astonishing subtext behind Mo Xiangwan's words. It meant… the company tacitly approved, or even encouraged… her relationship with Tang Song!

"Are you alright, Yuwei?" Lin Muxue turned slightly to the side, looking at Bei Yuwei who was trembling, and asked with concern.

Bei Yuwei suddenly raised her head, her face flushed with excitement.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Her voice trembled slightly. "I... I just received a notification from the company that I got... I got the lead role in the movie I've always dreamed of!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Muxue's face immediately broke into a genuine smile: "Really? Congratulations! I knew it. With your beauty and acting skills, you'd become a top star sooner or later. Don't forget your friend then!"

"Of course not!" Bei Yuwei looked at Lin Muxue beside her, couldn't help but step forward and hug her tightly, excitedly kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you, Muxue, I'm so happy!"

For her, those two short messages directly changed her life.

……

Four Seasons Hotel.

"Ding—" The elevator stopped on the 41st floor, the lights were quiet and soft.

Shen Yuyan looked at Tang Song beside her and waved her hand vigorously, "Tang Song, I'm going back."

"Bye-bye, get some rest."

Seeing that Tang Song still looked calm and collected, Shen Yuyan pursed her lips and took the initiative to hug him.

Leaning slightly forward, her full C+ cup curves rested on his arm, an intimate yet perfectly measured gesture.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, thank you." Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor at the end. "Goodnight."

The elevator doors slowly closed, and Tang Song's figure gradually disappeared.

Shen Yuyan carried her handbag and walked briskly back to the suite, her footsteps landing on the thick, soft carpet.

"Click." The door closed.

"Phew—" Shen Yuyan let out a long breath.

With a smile playing on her lips and humming a lighthearted tune, she took off her high heels and put on soft slippers.

Tonight, I've perfectly met my expectations.

She could sense the intense emotions in Tang Song's gaze as he looked at her.

He was tempted.

The tug-of-war between men and women...it's truly wonderful.

She recalled the events of the night, especially his kisses and sucking.

Shen Yuyan trembled involuntarily, her legs quietly coming together and clamping tightly.

I need to take a shower and change my clothes as soon as possible.

She paused as she entered the living room.

A figure sat quietly on the sofa.
Lin Muxue wore a high-end custom-made gown, her makeup was exquisite, her face was beautiful, her long and shapely legs were crossed, and her eyes were filled with a strong sense of sarcasm and coldness.

Eye contact.

Shen Yuyan greeted her with a smile, "Hello, Luna, when did you get back?"

Lin Muxue narrowed her eyes and said calmly, "It seems you had a lot of fun with President Tang?"

Shen Yuyan strolled over, casually gathered her long, loose hair, and said lazily, "Not bad, the night view of Victoria Harbour is very romantic. Tang and Song... um, it's also very sweet."

Lin Muxue's lips twitched. She slowly stood up, her eight-centimeter heels swaying as she looked down at Shen Yuyan. "Our Shirley really doesn't let any opportunity slip by. I thought you'd be more ambitious and just follow me upstairs..."

"Hehe," Shen Yuyan chuckled, "Isn't that something Luna is better at? Or are you not planning to go up tonight? Or are you going to spend the night with me?"

The air suddenly turned a bit colder.

Lin Muxue slowly leaned down, her red lips almost touching Shen Yuyan's cheek, and said in a forceful voice, "Dream on."

Shen Yuyan's chest rose and fell slightly, but she still maintained her smile. "Luna is really dedicated. Even when she's on a business trip, she doesn't forget to help her boss 'relax'."

"Likewise." Lin Muxue's lips curled up slightly as she leaned close to her ear and said, "By the way, don't silence your phone tonight. In case President Tang needs any special items, we'll have to trouble his 'special assistant' to run errands for the sake of secrecy, right?"

After saying that, she patted Shen Yuyan's shoulder lightly and turned to leave.

Her long dress trailed on the ground, revealing a slender waist and rounded hips; her gait was alluring.

"boom--"

The door was slammed shut, and the lamplight flickered.

Shen Yuyan's smile froze instantly. "Slut!"

……

Sunday, May 2023, 10.

Autumn in Guangzhou is not as distinct as in the north, but there is already a hint of coolness in the morning breeze.

Lanxinyuan Residential Community, Liwan District.

This is an old-style multi-story residential area built in the 90s, surrounded by extremely lush trees.

Although the environment is old, it is still well maintained.

Good morning, Aunt Wang.

"Oh my, you're out grocery shopping so early?" Aunt Wang asked with a smile. "What are you buying today?"

"I bought some kale and tofu." Zhang Yan raised the bag a little higher. "I also bought some chicken breast and oranges."

"You treat the cat better than yourself," Aunt Wang said with a shake of her head and a smile. "It's almost as fat as a ball!"

Zhang Yan smiled somewhat embarrassedly, lowered her head, said nothing more, picked up the bag, turned around, and walked into the stairwell.

She lives on the top floor, the sixth floor, which has no elevator, so it takes extra effort to go up and down the stairs each time.

Pushing open the door, her entire world was a single room measuring forty square meters.

There's almost no decoration here; the walls are slightly yellowed, the floors are covered with cheap linoleum, and the furniture has a rustic feel from a bygone era.

Besides an old sofa and coffee table, there was a small office area squeezed into the corner of the living room, with a computer and a few books occupying the table.

The only advantage is the cheap rent.

A ten-minute walk from Fangcun subway station, with a monthly rent of 1,000 yuan, it's a rare place to breathe in this first-tier city.

"Meow—" A chubby orange cat familiarly crawled out from under the sofa and affectionately rubbed against her trouser leg.

"I'll make you a big meal right away." Zhang Yan put down her things and affectionately rubbed its head.

The kitchen walls weren't clean, and the range hood was quite old. It was clear she had tried to clean it, but the thick layer of grime was obviously difficult to remove.

The spatula struck the iron wok with a crisp sound, and the fresh aroma of kale and the bean fragrance of tofu mingled in the cooking fumes.

Soon, a plate of stir-fried kale and tofu and a freshly steamed bun were placed on the table.

Next, she carefully shredded the boiled chicken breast into thin strips and put them into the cat's bowl.

"Orange, dinner's ready."

The orange cat immediately jumped off the sofa, its four short legs kicking rapidly on the floor, and plunged headfirst into the bowl, eating without even looking up.

Watching it eat with relish, Zhang Yan couldn't help but smile foolishly, her heart filled with satisfaction.

After finishing breakfast and tidying up the kitchen, Zhang Yan sat down at her desk and turned on her computer.

The slow startup and lag were compensation she received as a result of her previous company's bankruptcy, which owed her three months' salary.

Orange lightly jumped onto the desk, curled up in front of her, and quietly kept her company.

I just got back from a business trip, and I still need to carefully organize the ideas for a few manuscripts.

More than half an hour passed.

"Ding ding ding—" The WeChat video call ringtone suddenly sounded.

Zhang Lu

Zhang Yan answered quickly, "Lulu."

"Yan Yan! I just woke up and saw an interview invitation on Boss Zhipin! You'd never guess which company it is!" The voice on the other end of the phone rose with excitement.

"Which company is so powerful?"

Nebula International Group!

Zhang Yan exclaimed in a low voice, "Really?!"

"It's absolutely true! Even though it's just the Guangzhou branch, it's still an interview opportunity! I'm going to pray to the gods later, just in case I get lucky and can get into a big company!" Lulu's voice was full of undisguised anticipation.

The company they work for, Book Orange Technology, has "technology" in its name, but it is actually engaged in the traditional business of book publishing and marketing.

The so-called marketing and promotion largely consisted of acting as a secondary agent for Nebula International, earning a meager living from downstream customers.

Every advertorial they write and every plan they develop is ultimately distributed through Nebula International's channels.

In their field, Nebula International Group is at the very top of the pyramid, an unattainable giant.

After chatting with Lulu for a long time and hanging up the phone, Zhang Yan stared blankly at the screen for a while.

Sit up straight again and move the mouse.

On the computer screen, some job postings from Guangzhou first appeared.

Then rental listings for Yancheng appeared.

Zhang Yan watched intently, pausing from time to time to ponder something.

She's actually gotten used to quitting her job and looking for work.

Now that there's a cat named Orange, my heart is filled with an extra heavy burden of longing.

She felt like she had become a "parent" herself, and that she had to consider the "children" first in everything.

Actually... thinking about it carefully, things are already pretty good.

At least I can support myself and also keep a cat.

It's better than when I first graduated, when I had student loans to repay and could only live in a damp and dark basement in Tiantongyuan.

Compared to then, this sun-drenched room is like paradise.

She lay on the table, her fingertips unconsciously twirling the warm ear of the orange, her mind flashing back to the brief yet profound six months she had spent in the capital.

Internship, then full-time employment, working day and night at that educational institution.

And, every morning at 8:10, in the sixth carriage of Metro Line 5, there are familiar yet unfamiliar figures.

However, he ultimately did not remember her.

Her thoughts drifted away, and Zhang Yan's gaze finally settled on the 32 volumes of "Dragon Ball" on the bookshelf.

She took a deep breath.

He took out a letter paper with "Yancheng Agricultural University" printed on it from the drawer, and then pulled out the ballpoint pen he was used to holding.

The pen tip hovers, then falls.

With each stroke carefully written, he solemnly wrote: "Hello, classmate—"

Just four words, yet they seemed to have exhausted all their strength.

She stopped writing, buried her face in her arms, and her shoulders rose and fell slightly.

The regrets of time, the helplessness of reality.

Orange, who was lying next to her, let out a soft meow and carefully pressed its fluffy head against her arm.

(End of this chapter)