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Chapter 672 Entering the game personally
The thin, warm afternoon sun of winter gently enveloped the area outside the airport VIP passage.

A gentle breeze stirred, ruffling a few stray hairs at her temples.

"Long time no see, Ouyang."

Hearing that familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice, I felt Tang Song's sincere and warm embrace.

For a moment, Ouyang Xian Yue was taken aback.

A sudden surge of emotion welled up in her calm, still eyes.

In my memory, Tang Song was mostly rational and restrained when I was with her, and you could even say he was somewhat indifferent.

He is very direct; in everything he does or in every conversation, he gets straight to the point, making it precise and efficient.

It's like a perfectly precise instrument devoid of any emotion.

Even though she already knew from Wen Ruan and others that his emotional patterns had changed drastically over the past year.

But I never expected it to be so... direct and passionate.

But just a moment later, she relaxed, and a smile that only she could understand appeared on her lips.

She stretched out her arms and returned a hug that was equally sincere, yet tinged with a hint of teasing.

He even patted his broad back gently, as if comforting a younger person.

Secretary Chen Jing, standing to the side, watched this unbelievable scene unfold before her, trying her best to remain calm on the surface, but her heart was in turmoil.

She had been by Ms. Ouyang's side for so many years and had never seen her act so intimately with any man, not even a family member.

After a while, Tang Song took a light breath and slowly released his arms.

Before the meeting, he was actually filled with trepidation.

But when they met, all they exchanged was a hug and a "long time no see".

That sense of unfamiliarity caused by time and space vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a great deal of joy from the long-awaited reunion.

A radiant, genuine smile gradually appeared on Tang Song's face.

His clear, bright eyes looked straight at her.

Although Ouyang Xian Yue is no longer young, the marks of time on her have only left her with a sense of maturity and charm.

With careful skincare, the skin remains firm and smooth, with no obvious wrinkles.

On the contrary, the loss of collagen made her bone structure appear clearer, more three-dimensional, and full of sophistication.

His smile was so clean and handsome that Ouyang Xian Yue, who was opposite him, subconsciously looked away.

She chuckled softly, concealing her momentary lapse in composure. "You've lost weight and become much stronger, and you're even more handsome. It seems you've had a... really good year. I'm so happy for you."

As she spoke, she reached out with remarkable ease and gently brushed away the wrinkles in his suit jacket with her fingertips.

The whole movement was pleasing to the eye and carried an undisguised intimacy.

His eyes held both just the right amount of respect for him and concern for a "junior".

Tang Song said with bright eyes, "Thank you, but compared to me, you haven't changed much. You're still so beautiful and elegant."

Ouyang Xian Yue raised the corner of her eye slightly, turned her head slightly, and looked at the distant helipad.

With a touch of self-deprecation in her tone, she said, "Really? It seems that the returns on my 'anti-aging' investments over the past few years have been pretty good."

"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you."

Tang Song's eyes flashed with surprise; he actually saw a fleeting hint of shyness on the face of this elegant and noble lady.

This is the first time I've ever seen this.

Is it because of the contrast in his current public image?

He seemed to have sensed the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Ouyang Xian Yue turned around gently and personally opened the rear door of the black Audi A8L for Tang Song, gesturing with her hand, "Get in the car, it's not convenient to talk here. Your assistant should have already told you that I have a quiet courtyard in Huanhua Creek, which has been prepared for you."

"Mm." Tang Song nodded and gracefully bent down to sit inside.

The seat cushion was soft and warm, and it carried Ouyang's scent.

Secretary Chen quickly opened the other car door, and Ouyang Xian Yue got in.

Tang Song looked at the composed and meticulous queen beside him.

Given her status, it's astonishing that she would personally open the door for him.

This small detail reveals that he was always the one in control in their relationship.

This gave him a strange feeling and a sense of satisfaction.

The Audi A8L started moving slowly, and the cabin was quiet.

Tang Song turned slightly to the side and spoke first, her tone filled with concern, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how is the old man's health?"

He hadn't forgotten his role-playing mission, "Visiting and Comforting," the core of which was to soothe the queen who was under immense pressure.

We should naturally help alleviate the situation and show concern.

Of course, the existence of the "Sweet Dew Spring Pot" should also give the distinguished Academician Ouyang a renewed chance to live.

He had always had unwavering faith in the power of the system.

“He’s still the same, only weaker.” Ouyang Xian Yue’s eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly returned to calm. “As people get older, the parts of the body will eventually age. However, when he heard that you were coming, his spirits improved considerably.”

"Don't worry too much. The old man is a giant of his time, and his willpower is stronger than anyone else's. I believe things will get better. As for you, with Tang Yi Precision, the Tang Jin family office, and your own family relationships, you must be very tired."

Upon hearing his words, Ouyang Xian Yue's clasped hands involuntarily tightened.

"Well, it's actually okay, I'm used to it."

The two chatted intermittently.

Tang Song was very relaxed, with a smile on his face and gentle eyes looking at her.

It's like listening to a long-lost friend share their recent updates and concerns about each other.

Ouyang Xian Yue gazed at his exceptionally handsome profile, illuminated by the flowing light and shadow outside the window, her eyes slightly dazed.

……

Outside the car window, the scenery became increasingly tranquil.

The black Audi A8L eventually drove slowly into a heavily guarded, independent Chinese courtyard.

【Jinli Villa】.

The courtyard offers a unique view at every turn, with winding paths leading to secluded spots, exuding a low-key yet profound top-tier aesthetic taste.

Tang and Song's residence was arranged in the "Listening to Bamboo Pavilion," which was located in the deepest and quietest part of the courtyard.

His luggage had already been delivered here before him.

After putting the briefcase back in his bedroom, Tang Song was led by Ouyang Xian Yue to an elegant tea room.

She took out a jar of the finest Mengding Ganlu from a small rosewood cabinet.

Then, she knelt on a cushion next to the low table and personally brewed the tea for him.

Spring water is poured into the gaiwan, and the tea leaves unfurl in the water.

The delicate aroma of tea quickly filled the tranquil air.

Every movement of hers was fluid and graceful, full of the pleasing rhythm of a noblewoman from a prominent family.

Tang Song's gaze remained fixed on her, filled with undisguised admiration and curiosity.

"Try it." She pushed the first cup of tea in front of Tang Song. "This is the new tea from this year. My aunt specially had it delivered."

Tang Song picked up his teacup, took a small sip, and said, "The tea soup is bright yellow-green, and the taste is fresh, mellow, and rich. It is indeed a good tea."

The two then naturally began to talk about the topic of "tea ceremony".

As a "player" who single-handedly "conquered" and nurtured Ouyang Xianyue in the game, Tang Song naturally knew a lot of her hidden information.

For example, her expertise and love for calligraphy and tea ceremony. In addition, after he acquired the "Ganluquan Teapot," he specifically studied a lot of related knowledge.

At this moment, the two were having a tacit and in-depth conversation.

The atmosphere was exceptionally relaxed and natural.

Ouyang Xian Yue raised her head and looked at Tang Song across from her through the misty water vapor.

I felt relaxed and happy.

Only at this moment did she finally feel the most genuine emotional warmth belonging to ordinary people from this confidant.

No wonder Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan spoke highly of him.

He has really changed a lot, a lot.

Over the years, her relationship with Tang Song has always been quite special.

At first, she genuinely treated him as a junior. In her eyes, 19-year-old Tang Song was frighteningly mature, but ultimately, he was a rough gem that needed her guidance and protection.

But she gradually discovered that the wisdom and vision of this young man had far surpassed hers, and even surpassed everyone she knew.

Thus, the care from elders gradually transformed into equal appreciation, and finally into complete and heartfelt admiration.

She admired him, revered him, and relied on him deeply.

However, due to the age gap and the extremely reserved emotions of Tang and Song, their relationship was restrained and calm.

It's nowhere near as close and intimate as Kim Mi-so's relationship with him.

And now, his changes bring her genuine joy.

She had very few true friends, and Tang Song was undoubtedly the most special and important one among them.

She began to yearn for and anticipate a deeper emotional connection with him.

...

After discussing tea, the conversation naturally returned to the health of Mr. Ouyang Chengping.

"...He has been taking traditional Chinese medicine to nourish himself recently, and his spirits are actually very good. It's just that his physical functions have naturally declined to the limit. At this point, there are no effective drugs available."

Ouyang Xian Yue's eyes were lowered, and her voice was weary.

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes strengthening the body's foundation and nourishing its vital energy." Tang Song's tone softened. "For the elderly, forcibly using medicine to attack the lesions is not as good as following nature and using gentle methods to regulate qi and blood, which can prolong life."

In fact, besides herbal decoctions, some professional acupressure and meridian massage can also play a very good auxiliary role in conditioning. For example, pressing Zusanli can strengthen the spleen and stomach, while massaging Shenmen can nourish the heart and calm the mind…

He spoke with such conviction that it seemed remarkably natural and credible.

Ouyang Xian Yue said in surprise, "This is the first time I've heard that you know these things."

Tang Song smiled and said, "I do know a little."

He understood this in his previous dream state, but back then, he probably would never have discussed such a topic with Ouyang Xian Yue, which he considered a complete "waste of time."

"Okay, I'll find a professional to try it out later."

Tang Song picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

My gaze fell on the curves of her shoulders and neck, which appeared even more upright as she sat.

He said casually, "Ouyang, do you sometimes feel stiffness and soreness in your right shoulder and neck, and sometimes it even causes headaches?"

"Yes, it seems you are quite the 'miracle doctor'." As their contact increased, her tone became more relaxed and casual.

"You've been working long hours at a high intensity, and you've been overthinking, which has caused some stagnation of Qi and blood around the 'Jianjing' acupoint. If you don't address this in time, it will cause a lot of trouble later. If you don't mind, I can help you clear the blockage, and it will relieve the symptoms quickly."

When they hugged at the airport earlier, he touched Ouyang's body and roughly assessed some of her muscle structure.

At 36, she is indeed no longer young.

In addition, she has a quiet personality and doesn't like to move around, so she naturally has many health problems.

Ouyang Xian Yue was taken aback upon hearing this, her eyes flashing with struggle and hesitation.

Tang Song immediately said, "If it's inconvenient, that's fine. You can find a professional female therapist later." "No," Ouyang Xian Yue interrupted him, "I just feel it's inappropriate to have you do this kind of thing."

"There's nothing inappropriate about it." Tang Song shook his head, looking into her eyes, and said, "Between us, we shouldn't need to worry about these things, right?"

After a moment's hesitation, Ouyang Xian Yue finally nodded gently, no longer being coy.

Tang Song helped her sit in a rosewood armchair with soft cushions, and then came up behind her.

His fingers gently landed on her shoulder, which was covered in the finest velvet fabric.

He began to slowly slide his fingertips across her stiff muscles through her clothes.

When his fingertips pressed down, one could clearly feel the plumpness and softness of the texture, yet it contained amazing elasticity and resilience.

The movements of the Tang and Song dynasties were neither hurried nor slow.

Warm breath seeped into his fingertips.

Ouyang Xian Yue let out a low groan unconsciously, and then her beautiful face gradually flushed with a thin blush.

The body also becomes tense.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

A warm breath brushed past her ear.

Ouyang Xian Yue took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Soon, Tang Song's fingers moved past the collar of her clothes and landed on her exposed skin, which felt warm and delicate.

A strange sensation, mixed with the ache, surged in waves.

It made it impossible for her to remain calm.

She has experienced top-notch physical therapy and massage, and even has her own private SPA team to maintain the best condition of her skin and body.

But massage in the Tang and Song dynasties was completely different.

This is an extremely unfamiliar feeling, as if my security has been invaded.

Ouyang Xianyue bit her lower lip tightly, and several times she wanted to call for a halt.

But her inherent reserve and elegance prevented her from ever showing it.

After all, they have always treated each other with the utmost respect.

He kindly helped me take care of my health, but I actually felt ashamed.

This...this is outrageous!
Gradually, the strange pleasure grew stronger and stronger, almost overwhelming her reason.

Ouyang Xian Yue's lips began to open slightly uncontrollably, her breath as fragrant as orchids.

at this time.

"Jingle Bell--"

A sudden, urgent cell phone ringtone broke the silence in the tea room.

Tang Song paused, then took out his phone from his pocket.

【Luo Bin】

Ouyang Xian Yue suddenly awoke from her dazed state.

"You go ahead and get busy."

After saying that, she almost immediately stood up from the armchair and walked quickly to the tea table.

He picked up the teapot and used the gesture of pouring tea for himself to hide his unnatural expression.

Tang Song answered the phone, his voice returning to its usual calm, "Hello, Luo Bin."

"Mr. Tang, hello." Luo Bin's familiar voice came through the receiver. "I have just finished communicating with Ms. Cheng and have a clear understanding of their demands. Next, our team will officially initiate a series of legal procedures against [Xuyuan Real Estate] and [Xiongshi Security], including litigation, property preservation, and reporting to regulatory authorities."

"Okay, I understand, thank you for your hard work."

After hanging up the phone, Tang Song's gaze returned to the graceful figure who was facing away from him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better." Ouyang Xian Yue moved his shoulders, his voice now calm and without any emotion. "Since you have important matters to attend to, I won't bother you any longer."

As if suddenly remembering something, she added, "I'll come pick you up at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and we'll go to the old house to visit Grandpa together."

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

Ouyang Xian Yue put down her teacup, turned around, and nodded slightly to him with an impeccable smile on her face.

Then she turned around and left the tea room with graceful steps.

Looking at her tall and straight back, Tang Song couldn't help but shake his head.

Heaven have mercy, his original intentions for Tang and Song were indeed good.

In order to complete the character interaction task "Visiting and Comforting", he will definitely have to comfort the queen who is under great pressure in every way.

Giving someone a shoulder massage is a very direct way to show your care.

However, the effect of [Controlling the Essence] is really a bit too much.

Especially the "special stimulation" effect it provides to the opposite sex is practically a bug-level feature.

Even a mature woman with a strong will like Ouyang Xian Yue found it hard to bear.

Thinking back to the silky smooth feel of my skin.

Tang Song's heart skipped a beat.

It must be said that Ouyang Xian Yue is completely different from all the women he has ever met before.

Her charm is not like that of Secretary Kim, a perfect, aloof beauty; nor is it like that of Su Yu, aloof and ethereal, dreamlike and alluring; nor is it like that of Wen Ruan, a woman of captivating charm and natural allure.

Her charm is a unique elegance and nobility that comes from the passage of time and the influence of top power.

It is understated yet rich and captivating.

It's perfectly normal for someone like Tang Song, a person with a low libido, to be tempted.

However, when faced with this noblewoman of high birth, who could even be called an "elder" in some sense, he still instinctively maintained rational restraint.

After all, she's been married before.

Tang Song immediately composed himself, picked up a cup of warm tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

His gaze drifted out the window.

Next, it's time to meet Qiuqiu.

The third camellia has already bloomed and is waiting for him to pick it.

Take this opportunity to comfort her and help her remove some of her psychological burdens.

Perhaps by the end of this trip to Chengdu, I can finish cultivating the [Dream Flower Seed] and permanently increase my charm rating by 1 point.

I think of the terrified "little girl" in my dream, hiding in a dark corridor, crying out for "Daddy".

Tang Song's eyes softened instantly.

……

A black Audi A8L slowly drove forward along the banks of Huanhua Creek.

"Ms. Ouyang, Ms. Ouyang," came the voice of Secretary Chen Jing from the passenger seat.

Ouyang Xian Yue, who was lost in thought, quickly snapped out of it. "What's wrong?"

Chen Jing handed over the phone and whispered, "It's a call from Mr. Mo of Tangzong Entertainment."

Ouyang Xian Yue took the phone and said in a low voice, "Hello, Xiang Wan."

"Ms. Ouyang, good afternoon." Mo Xiangwan's tentative voice came from the other end of the phone. "You met with Tang Song, didn't you?"

"seen."

"So... what are his thoughts on the pan-entertainment industry fund run by Tang Jinjia, and the future positioning of Tangzong Entertainment within the family-run system?"

Mo Xiangwan inquired tactfully.

An embarrassed look appeared on Ouyang Xian Yue's face.

Only then did I belatedly realize that the reason I was in such a hurry to return to Chengdu was to visit my grandfather.

The most important "official business" was to use the meeting with Tang Song to probe his true attitude towards the power struggle within the family office.

But from that sudden hug at the airport, her rhythm was completely disrupted.

Just now in the tea room, I was hoping to take the opportunity of sipping tea to casually probe his true views on Kim Mi-so and overseas capital.

But his unexpected "traditional Chinese medicine theory" and massage completely messed things up.

Recalling her almost out-of-control reaction during the massage, her cheeks flushed uncontrollably.

She forced down the strange feeling in her heart and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen Tang Song for over a year, and he has indeed changed a lot. So, I haven't brought this up yet. No rush, I have my own pace."

"That's good." Mo Xiangwan didn't ask any further questions, and instead told her about Su Yu's upcoming "online lottery" event.

Ouyang Xian Yue instantly understood her meaning and couldn't help but sigh.

Su Yu is like that; he's prone to extremes.

She cares about the Tang and Song dynasties so much that she's almost obsessed.

The reason why Ouyang Xianyue has been so patient in comforting her over the past few years is that he is afraid that the female celebrity might, in a moment of emotional breakdown, recklessly reveal her relationship with Tang Song to the public.

Once it reaches that point, the Tang and Song dynasties will be completely exposed to the media spotlight, and all their secrets will be laid bare.

When that time comes, Kim Mi-so will definitely lose control completely.

What kind of things would a woman blinded by jealousy, wielding immense capital and power, do?

Ouyang Xian Yue dared not think too deeply about it.

Ultimately, she distrusted Kim Mi-so, and could even be said to fear her.

...

A few minutes later, the Audi A8L slowly drove into the independent Chinese-style courtyard by the Huanhua Creek.

Ouyang Xian Yue got out of the car, but did not go into the house immediately. Instead, she stood silently under the century-old ginkgo tree.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, swirling a few golden leaves in the air.

Ouyang Xian Yue watched quietly, but felt that her heart, like the fallen leaves drifting in the wind, could not find peace.

After a long time.

She turned and walked into the study on the west side.

I stood quietly in front of the desk and spread out the Xuan paper.

I picked up my most frequently used purple hair brush.

But when she concentrates and her pen falls to the ground...

What appeared on the Xuan paper were the two characters "Tang and Song" written in a vigorous and powerful style, as if penetrating the paper itself.

Ouyang Xian Yue's heart skipped a beat.

She pursed her rosy lips and gently placed the brush back into the brush washer.

She stared blankly at the two names on the paper that seemed to have come to life.

A very tempting idea suddenly popped into my head.

If I were to get involved, could I control Jin Meixiao and Su Yu's loss of control?

(End of this chapter)