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Chapter 596 Bloom
Four Seasons Hotel.

In the brightly lit suite office.

"The route application has been approved. The inaugural flight from Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport to Yancheng International Airport is scheduled to take off at 10:00 AM on Wednesday, the day after tomorrow. Bombardier has also completed the final comprehensive inspection before delivery..."

On the computer screen was Xiaoxue's exquisitely made-up and radiant face.

Since being "reprimanded" in Hong Kong last time, this assistant's growth rate has been astonishing.

Not only did they perfectly complete all the tedious procedures of private jet handover, but they also established an efficient operational coordination system in a very short time.

Furthermore, based on the preferences of the Tang and Song dynasties, the cabin's entertainment system, wine cabinet, and cigar bar underwent final customization…

Of course, this is also thanks to her background as a flight attendant, which gives her a natural passion for high-end service, making it a perfect match for her major.

"Well done, Luna, thank you for your hard work."

"It's no trouble at all, I'm at Mr. Tang's service!" Lin Muxue in the video suddenly straightened up and gave a serious salute.

Tang Song chuckled softly, "How are you? You're about to leave Hong Kong, are you feeling a little reluctant to go?"

"No." Lin Muxue licked her rosy lips, then suddenly leaned forward slightly, the camera suddenly turning completely white, and her voice became ambiguous. "Wherever President Tang is, that's where I want to go. Speaking of which, I've already rearranged the master suite on the plane according to your instructions, and it's just waiting for you to come and inspect it in person."

Tang Song smiled and said, "Great! I look forward to the plane's maiden flight."

The two chatted for a few more words.

hang up the phone.

Tang Song stood by the window for a while, admiring the night view of the Pearl River, before returning to his large desk.

Next, his most important task is to promote Songmei Apparel's Double Eleven sales event.

The third phase of the growth plan task [② Performance Explosion] requires the company to achieve monthly sales exceeding 100 million.

This November is his only chance in the near future.

This is also why he couldn't stay in Guangzhou for long.

This annual grand event in the e-commerce industry kicked off at midnight on November 1st, and the entire company entered a state of high-intensity overtime work.

HEYI STUDIO, the new haute couture brand of Songmei Apparel, will officially launch its first batch of products at a pre-launch event on Wednesday evening, November 8th.

This includes not only the seasonal new designs meticulously crafted by the Huashang Apparel team, but also the highly anticipated urban windbreaker series independently designed by Yao Lingling.

It's worth mentioning that the sample of this windbreaker was exceptionally well made, far exceeding expectations in terms of fit, fabric, and craftsmanship.

It received overwhelmingly positive reviews during in-house fittings.

It is believed that it has all the potential to become a blockbuster product of the year.

Tang Song has also seen the finished product, and it is indeed very good. She thinks her junior schoolmate is really amazing.

For an e-commerce company, if its self-built brand can be widely accepted by the market, that is important.

This means it will completely shed its role as a mere "distributor" or "middleman".

They have truly acquired their own "soul" and "moat".

This also means higher gross profit, stronger user loyalty, and a wider range of brand premium potential.

The importance cannot be overstated.

"Ring ring—" A sudden, urgent cell phone ringtone sounded.

Zhang Yan

Tang Song subconsciously checked the time; it was almost 10 p.m.

At this exact moment, she suddenly called...

Tang Song's heart jumped, and she quickly answered the call, "Hello? Zhang Yan!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before Zhang Yan's voice came through: "Tang Song, are you at the Four Seasons Hotel?"

Tang Song was taken aback. "Yes, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

"N-nothing." Zhang Yan's voice was still very low, but Tang Song could clearly hear her rapid breathing.

"What happened? Tell me."

There was another moment of silence.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan's voice rose, "I want to see you now."

Tang Song was stunned for a moment, and almost subconsciously stood up from his chair, his eyes full of surprise.

This was the first time he had heard Zhang Yan's voice so loud and excited, and she was saying "I want to see you."

This is simply unbelievable.

"Of course, where are you? I'll come find you."

"No need, I'll be right downstairs at the Four Seasons Hotel."

"I'm coming down right away!" Tang Song said as he strode out.

In the living room, Wenruan, who was wearing a face mask and watching a variety show cross-legged, lazily raised her eyes when she heard the noise.

Tang Song paused, a hint of apology on his face, and walked to her side, saying softly, "Ruan Ruan, I'm going out for a bit, I might be back later."

Wen Ruan rolled her eyes at his flustered appearance and waved her hand impatiently: "Go, go, go! I don't want to see you! You'd better not come back!"

Tang Song chuckled awkwardly and gently ruffled her hair.

She turned around and quickly walked to the entrance, changed her shoes, and went out.

The quiet corridor was filled with the sound of hurried footsteps.

The elevator floor numbers gradually decreased.

90...80...70...

Tang Song recalled Zhang Yan's words, and his heart pounded.

……

At the foot of the West Tower of the International Financial Centre (IFC).

Zhang Yan hung up the phone and forcefully stuffed the still-warm phone into her pocket.

She hugged the heavy gift box tightly to her chest again and stood outside the exit of the magnificent building.

The huge glass curtain wall is like a mirror, reflecting the dazzling night view of Zhujiang New Town.

One after another, luxury cars whose names she didn't know silently glided past her and stopped in front of the doors that the doorman had already opened.

The men and women who stepped out of the car were dressed in haute couture and had exquisite makeup. They walked with ease, chatted and laughed, and exuded an aura that she could not understand, an aura that belonged to another world.

She was like an inconspicuous sapling transplanted into an unfamiliar environment, standing out from everything around her.

This was the first time she had ever looked up at the city's landmarks from such a close distance.

This place brings together the city's top companies and is a meeting point for elites and power.

In the past, she didn't even have the qualifications to come here for an interview.

Being in that environment, she felt as insignificant as a speck of dust.

In the past, she would have been too ashamed to lift her head or look into the eyes of those who passed by her.

But at this moment, her eyes were filled with flickering flames.

I stared intently at the constantly opening and closing revolving glass door.

Youth is inherently a non-stop cycle of missed opportunities and encounters.

Tang and Song dynasties, in fact, always lingered in her world.

In all those years, she had never once had the courage to stand before him and say, "Hello, classmate," or "I am Zhang Yan."

The miracle brought by Dragon Ball gave her an opportunity.

Not only did it fulfill her long-held dream, but it also descended from the sky to save her at her most desperate moment.

They had many incredible interactions: eating, painting walls, reading comics, taking walks, kissing, hugging...

Ultimately, however, he is now very, very far away from her, so far that they are no longer from the same world.

If we miss this opportunity again, if we back down again…

He will probably really disappear completely from her world.

It accompanied me through more than a decade of my youth.

Never seen again.

This fear overwhelmed Liu Qingning and gave her unprecedented courage.

Zhang Yan swallowed hard and looked at the brightly lit lobby on the first floor.

A familiar figure appeared in my sight.

Instead of wearing the expensive suit he wore during the day, he changed into a simple white T-shirt and casual pants, looking clean and refreshing.

He walked through the elegantly dressed crowd and headed straight for her.

His steps were quick, even showing urgency and tension.

All the glitz and noise around him seemed to automatically fade into a blurry background the moment he appeared.

Zhang Yan took a deep breath, hugged the box, and took a step forward.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

The sound of a rapid heartbeat constantly echoed in my ears, almost drowning out all other sounds around me.

Adrenaline surged wildly in my body.

……

"Da da da--"

The hard-soled leather shoes tapped on the polished marble floor, the sound growing increasingly rapid.

Tang and Song passed through the revolving glass door.

As you step into the slightly damp night of Guangzhou, a gentle breeze carrying the scents of traffic and vegetation greets you.

His gaze swept across the surroundings.

In an instant, it locked onto the figure standing in the dim light to the side and front.

She was wearing a simple white shirt and suit skirt, with a slightly oversized light gray suit jacket over it.

This professional-looking outfit made her shed all her childishness and seemed to mature a lot in an instant.

She solemnly carried a black hard-shell gift box in her hands and walked towards him step by step.

The bright lights fell on her, as if coating her with a soft halo.

Her shoulder-length short hair was gently blown by the damp evening breeze, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features.

Their eyes met.

Zhang Yan's eyes flickered, but this time she didn't flinch away in panic as usual. Instead, she mustered her courage and looked him straight in the eye.

"Tang and Song Dynasties".

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like a pebble thrown into a tranquil lake, creating ripples in Tang Song's heart.

"Zhang Yan—"

The footsteps stopped.

The two stood facing each other.

"These are the 34 volumes of 'Dragon Ball'." Zhang Yan took a step forward and handed him the heavy gift box she was carrying. "...This is for you."

Tang Song reached out and took it.

The box is quite heavy, probably over ten kilograms.

"Thank you for the gift."

He didn't open it immediately, but instead looked down into her eyes.

This was the first time they had ever looked at each other for such a long time without flinching.

In each other's pupils, the other's clear image was reflected.

Tang Song seemed to understand something from Zhang Yan's eyes, and a strange flutter rose in his heart.

He lifted the heavy box with one hand, then suddenly reached out his right hand and pulled her into his arms.

Zhang Yan's body trembled violently. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist and back.

Her hands were icy cold, but her breathing was rapid and hot.

At the entrance of the brightly lit hotel, people come and go, creating a bustling and prosperous atmosphere.

The two hugged for a long time before slowly letting go.

Tang Song looked down at her eyes, which were shining brighter with excitement, and asked softly, "Why did you suddenly come so late to deliver the book to me?"

Zhang Yan pursed her lips, met his gaze, and said clearly, "I want to work at Nebula International Group."

Tang Song nodded vigorously, his voice filled with undisguised joy, "Okay, I can start work anytime."

"I..." Zhang Yan's voice trailed off again, as if she lacked confidence. "Right now, all I can do is write articles. I don't understand many things, and I can't compare to others. But I will study hard. I just want to give it a try!" She regained her courage at the last sentence.

"Well, I believe you."

"I will leave Shucheng Technology as soon as possible."

“If you encounter any difficulties after leaving the company, feel free to contact me anytime.” Tang Song paused, then added, “I’ll give you my friend’s WeChat ID at Nebula International Group later. She’ll be staying in Guangzhou for a while, so you can contact her if you need anything.”

"Okay." Zhang Yan clasped her hands in front of her, standing there, still staring intently at Tang Song, as if she still had something to say.

The air became quiet.

"what happened?"

Zhang Yan's lips moved slightly. "I... I still have a lot to say to you. Are you free now?"

"wait for me."

After Tang Song finished speaking, he turned around and strode back to the hotel entrance, carefully handing the "valuable" gift box to the staff member who came up to him, and whispered a few words of advice.

Then, he jogged back to her.

Smiling, she said, "I've been in Guangzhou for so long, but I haven't had a proper stroll along the Pearl River yet. Come walk with me, Zhang Yan."

After saying that, he took her hand without giving her a chance to refuse.

Zhang Yan was led by him, like a puppet being manipulated, passively but willingly following in his footsteps.

The two shadows stretched out under the lamplight, overlapping each other.

After passing through the glittering river of light woven from neon lights and car headlights, we turned onto a relatively quiet riverside path.

The evening breeze, carrying the unique moisture of the Pearl River, swept over us.

The city's dazzling lights are reflected on the river, like a shattered, flowing oil painting.

Tang Song's slender fingers exerted a little force, slipping through her fingers to intertwine with hers, their palms touching.

Zhang Yan's hand trembled suddenly, and a strong, tingling current instantly surged from her palm throughout her body.

It gave her a layer of fine goosebumps on her neck.

She turned her head to look at Tang Song's exceptionally handsome profile in the night, her heart pounding like a drum.

Their eyes met again.

Tang Song applied slight pressure, his warm fingertips gently caressing the delicate back of her hand.

Zhang Yan's cheeks flushed uncontrollably. Her deep-seated timidity made her subconsciously want to break free, but she ultimately restrained herself.

The tingling sensation intensified, making her steps unsteady.

The two of them strolled along the Pearl River.

There were also many couples cuddling together around them.

After a while.

Zhang Yan's lips moved slightly as she lowered her head, as if talking to herself, or perhaps confiding in him.

"I remember when I first started junior high, the teacher made me sit next to you. My palms were sweaty... but your name is so easy to remember... Tang Song..."

She began to recount, in fits and starts, her own junior high school days with him.

The way his brow furrowed as he explained the problem, the light steps he took while humming a song, the curve of his eyes when he smiled…

In her memory, Tang Song, as a boy, seemed to have no flaws.

She is cheerful and outgoing, studies diligently, and even her notes are neater than others.

He would often bring snacks to school, always saying that he bought too many and couldn't finish them. In reality, he was just making excuses so that she wouldn't feel comfortable accepting them.

He was very willing to talk to her, would play Go with her, and would share with her those brand-new extracurricular books that she couldn't afford...

He always rode a slightly worn bicycle to school. Because their villages were adjacent, sometimes when they met on the road, he would wave to her from afar and ask her to get on.

The bumpy bicycle seat, carrying the faint scent of soap from the boy.

It was the most profound and warmest memory of her entire youth.

Her voice was soft and slow.

Like a babbling brook, it washes away those fragmented yet warm memories little by little.

It flows into this gentle night, belonging to the South.

...

Tang Song listened intently, his thoughts drifting away.

Those junior high school memories he wanted to forget.

Now, Zhang Yan is restoring and coloring it bit by bit from a unique perspective.

I never imagined that during that seemingly ordinary time, some of his unintentional actions, a casual joke, or an unintentional sharing would lead to such a profound impact.

It was surprisingly important and profound to the quiet and introverted classmate sitting next to me.

"Tang and Song Dynasties".

“Yes…” He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yan.

"A delicate die inlaid with red beans, does he know the depth of my longing for you?" She looked into his eyes and said with all her might, "I love you. I love you so much."

Tang Song looked at her, at her eyes that trembled slightly with nervousness and excitement.

The heartbeat starts to speed up.

Just about to say something.

Zhang Yan suddenly stood on tiptoe and closed her eyes.

Cool, soft lips gently, like a feather, pressed against his cheek.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, with only the river breeze still blowing gently.

At this moment, in Zhang Yan's sight.

The whole world was bathed in dazzling golden light.

She felt like she had truly transformed and become a "Super Saiyan".

And finally, she returned the "power" he lent her in the most direct and courageous way.

She felt his presence, as if she had finally met the boy she had been chasing for more than ten years.

His lips slowly parted from his cheek, making a barely perceptible sound.

Zhang Yan let out a soft sigh, as if she had lost all her courage and strength.

She stumbled, her face flushed red, and her eyes darted around in a panic. She dared not look at Tang Song again.

"Um...it's almost 11 o'clock, I...I need to go back..."

She turned around abruptly, like a startled rabbit, head down, almost fleeing to the side of the road.

"Tread, tap, tap—"

Steady footsteps sounded from behind.

"I'll take you back." Tang Song's voice was intimate and gentle, carrying an air of undeniable authority.

Zhang Yan's body stiffened, and she stammered, "No, no need, it's too late, I can manage by myself..."

Before she could finish speaking, a warm, large hand reached out again and grasped her hand tightly.

Tang Song, disregarding everything, grabbed her hand and hailed a taxi on the roadside.

Inside the carriage, the dim lighting cast shadows on the two figures.

Zhang Yan lowered her head and turned to the side, wishing she could shrink herself into a ball and hide in the gap between the seats.

Zhang Yan, who had just transformed into a "Super Saiyan," seems to have fallen back down.

Tang Song leaned back in his chair, looking at her with a smile on his lips.

The air was unusually quiet throughout the journey.

The car slowly came to a stop at the entrance of Lanxinyuan residential community.

Tang Song escorted her all the way to the bottom of her apartment building.

The two stood silently under that familiar, dim streetlight.

The atmosphere was no longer as awkward as before; instead, it had a subtle, ambiguous quality.

"I'll go to the company to resign tomorrow," Zhang Yan finally mustered the courage to break the silence. "Then I'll go to the hospital; the test results should be out soon. I need to have surgery evaluated in the next few days, so... I might have to wait a few days before I can go back to work."

She kept her head down as she spoke, as if she were reporting her schedule.

"Hmm, no rush, take care of what you have to do first." Tang Song's voice was gentle, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub her head again.

Zhang Yan's hair is very smooth, a standard collarbone-length style with a slight natural curl, and feels great to the touch.

It felt so comfortable that he didn't want to let go.

Zhang Yan's body stiffened slightly, she bit her lip, but did not dodge.

"Tell me when you leave Guangzhou," she whispered, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of dependence.

"Okay, don't worry." Tang Song's hand slid down and gently patted her shoulder. "I'll definitely come to see you and Auntie before I leave."

"Thank you, Tang Song, for these past few days..."

"No need to thank me."

Another silence fell, broken only by the rustling sound of the evening breeze blowing through the tall banyan trees in the old neighborhood.

"I...I'm going up." Zhang Yan finally couldn't hold back anymore, and shyly lowered her head, her voice barely audible.

"Zhang Yan".

Tang Song suddenly called her name.

"Huh? W-what's wrong?" She seemed to be startled awake and slowly raised her head.

The warm glow of the streetlights cast a gentle light across his deep eyes.

He's so good looking.

Zhang Yan unconsciously put her hands behind her back, her fingertips twisting nervously.

"I like you."

His voice was soft, yet it pierced through all of Zhang Yan's defenses, striking her heart hard.

Those beautiful almond-shaped eyes became dull and blurry, instantly losing focus.

Then, his face loomed larger and larger in her pupils.

It took over her entire world.

Zhang Yan's long eyelashes trembled, and she subconsciously stepped back.

But a strong, powerful hand gripped her waist, holding her firmly in place.

The hot breath sprayed onto my face, making it itch.

His clean scent enveloped her.

Zhang Yan closed her eyes tightly, her eyelashes trembling slightly, waiting for the wet touch on her cheek.

My mind is filled with Tang Song's words.

He likes me... He likes me...

This is more unreal than any dream.

However, the next second, a warm sucking sensation came from her lips.

"Woo——"

A sudden, low groan escaped his throat, only to be swallowed up by his lips and teeth.

Zhang Yan opened her eyes in disbelief, her eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

Tang Song gently kissed her lips, breathing in the unique scent of Zhang Yan's shower gel.

He could clearly feel the stiffness of her body and the uncontrollable slight trembling, as well as the softness and immaturity of her lips.

The feeling of kissing at this moment is just like that carefree, sun-drenched summer afternoon in my memory.

Pure, clean, with a touch of heart-stopping, clumsy sweetness.

This stirred a strong protective and possessive desire within him.

Zhang Yan's mind went blank, and her body became hot and limp.

Her fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, her legs went weak, and she leaned against his strong chest.

The world began to spin.

Countless dazzling fireworks burst open before her eyes.

(End of this chapter)