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Chapter 682 Imagination Space
Late at night, everything is silent.

Tang and Song dynasties were immersed in a long dream steeped in the fragrance of ink.

In his dream, he found himself in an ancient study of unknown age.

Rain patters on banana leaves outside the window, while candlelight flickers red inside.

On a huge huanghuali wood desk in front of him, there was a sheet of fine Chengxintang paper.

Inside the ancient Duan inkstone, the ink is ground until it is jet black and glossy.

He held a calligraphy brush in his hand.

Practicing the most basic "Eight Principles of Yong" over and over again—

Dot, horizontal stroke, vertical stroke, hook, rising stroke, left-falling stroke, right-falling stroke.

Time in dreams seems to be stretched out infinitely.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter have come and gone countless times.

The banana leaves outside the window turned green then yellow, then yellow then green again.

He copied countless ancient calligraphic works.

From the flowing, graceful, and vigorous strokes of Wang Xizhi's "Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion";
From the somber and powerful style of Yan Zhenqing's "Draft of a Eulogy for My Nephew";
Then there's Mi Fu's "Shu Su Tie," with its eight-sided brushstrokes and the ferocity of a battle formation...

His heart, through the refinement of each stroke, was cleansed of all restlessness and distractions, becoming as calm as an ancient well.

Gradually, the lines he drew began to come alive.

The ink began to show variations in density, lightness, dryness, and wetness.

Between the lines, the emotions he wanted to express began to flow.

Finally, on an unknown morning.

He picked up his pen again and wrote the four characters "长风破浪" (meaning "to ride the wind and break the waves") in one go.

Its style is naturally elegant, and its power penetrates the paper.

……

2023年12月1日，周五，7~13℃。

In the morning, it's still dark.

Inside the bedroom, only the steady hum of the air conditioning system could be heard.

Tang Song's consciousness slowly awakened. The first thing he felt was a swelling in his head, with a lot more knowledge and instincts related to calligraphy.

Then, a faint fragrance wafted to my nose.

He opened his eyes and turned to the side.

In the dim light, the female CEO lay quietly beside him, hugging the blanket and curling up.

Her smooth hair spread out like seaweed on the soft pillow.

Her bright face held an unguarded tranquility.

Her lips were slightly swollen and red, and her snow-white skin was dotted with red marks.

A tremendous sense of accomplishment welled up in Tang Song's heart.

This was Xie Shuyu's first time, and due to years of high-intensity work, her stamina was actually quite average.

To be honest, purely from a physical perspective, it's not exactly perfect.

But the unparalleled thrill of conquest, which originates from the spiritual realm, is indescribable.

He witnessed firsthand how this always dignified, elegant, and reserved female CEO gradually let down all her pretenses and defenses.

And how they succumbed completely to his aggression.

The feeling of both conquest and redemption made him involuntarily curl the corners of his lips into a slight smile.

At this moment.

Two crisp and pleasant system notification sounds rang in my ears:

"Ding! Congratulations, player! The aura effect has been activated, and you have triggered an additional critical hit reward."

"Ding! You have obtained a special item: [Hair Growth Serum for Male Gods]."

Open the system inventory to view the reward details.

【Male God's Hair Growth Tonic】: After use, it can fundamentally improve the health of your hair follicles, gradually increase the density of your hair, and bring it to its most perfect state.

[Note: True wealth lies not only in the numbers in your bank account, but also in the forest above your head.]

nice!

Tang Song's mood became increasingly pleasant.

Having just won over the female CEO, I triggered a critical hit reward.

And it's even a "hair growth serum"!
He had previously received "the male god's conditioner," which mainly regulates the scalp environment, increases hair resilience, and makes his hair shiny and voluminous, eliminating the need for styling sprays or similar products.
But in essence, his hair volume is not outstanding; in fact, it could be said to be rather sparse.

The "male god's hair growth serum" will make his hair thicker.

For him, this was another way to make up for a weakness.

Click to use now.

Tang Song suddenly shivered, his scalp instantly becoming warm.

A wave of comfort washed over me from head to toe, like I was enjoying a top-notch scalp massage.

I lay on the bed for a while, and the warmth gradually faded.

Tang Song quickly went to the mirror, looked at himself, and then carefully touched himself.

The hair color has become darker and shinier, and its elasticity and resilience have also improved.

However, it didn't work out all at once; it seems it will take effect gradually.

in the dark.

He reached out and gently slipped his hand into the warm blankets beside him, feeling the female CEO's warm curves, and kissed her neck.

Xie Shuyu seemed to sense something in her sleep.

She let out a lazy, nasal murmur and subconsciously leaned closer to the heat source.

"...Sleepy, stop fooling around."

Tang Song held her soft body in his arms, feeling her even breathing.

The restlessness in my heart gradually subsided.

Only then was he satisfied and quietly got out of bed.

I picked up my phone and saw that there were already several unread messages on the screen.

[Qiuqiu: Good morning, Tang Song. Are you up? Are you going to start your morning exercise?]

After replying to Qiuqiu's message.

Below is a typical "check-in greeting" from a junior high school student.

[Lingling: (▽) Good morning, senior~, it's cloudy in Chengdu today...]

[Lingling: Selfie.jpg]

In the photo, Lingling is wearing sexy workout clothes, with her back to the camera, striking a pose that accentuates her waist-to-hip ratio.

It is full of youthful energy and allure, and is pleasing to the eye.

Ever since the two of them broke through to the final step, the junior girl has become incredibly sensible.

He doesn't even need to say anything; he posts workout photos every day.

After admiring Lingling's big butt for a while and chatting with them for a bit, Tang Song went to wash up.

During dinner last night, Tang Song had already asked the housekeeper of Jinli Villa to pack several sets of clean clothes for him and send them over.

After changing into a casual autumn tracksuit, she left Meng Ran's apartment with light steps and went downstairs.

I put on my Bluetooth headset and made a voice call to Liu Qingning.

While chatting with his beloved Bai Yueguang who lived far away in Shenzhen, he started jogging slowly in the neighborhood.

After ending the call, Tang Song thought for a moment and then walked out of the residential area.

I've been in Chengdu for a few days now, and I haven't had a proper taste of the local street food breakfasts yet. I should give them a try, and maybe bring some back for the female CEO who's still fast asleep upstairs.

The sky was still dark, a deep bluish-gray.

A faint crescent moon can be seen in the distance.

Stepping out of the community gate, a chill hit my face.

Tang Song's steps suddenly stopped.

A bright green light appeared in my sight.

His gaze fell on a figure standing alone under a streetlamp not far from the doorway.

She was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater with a trench coat over it.

Her beautiful long, orange-brown hair was neatly tied into a ponytail, gleaming softly under the dim glow of the streetlights.

She stood there quietly, carrying a bag that looked like an insulated bag.

He looked down at his phone, seemingly hesitating about something.

The chilly morning wind ruffled the hem of her trench coat, making her look exceptionally lonely.

Tang Song was stunned for a moment, took a deep breath of the cold air, and called out, "Qiuqiu!"

Upon hearing his voice, the figure trembled violently.

Qiuqiu immediately put her phone in her pocket, turned around, and looked at him.

An unnatural expression appeared on his face.

"Tang and Song Dynasties..."

He stepped up to her and took her cold left hand in his. "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say before that you wanted to try Chengdu's special breakfast?" Her voice was soft, her eyes sparkling. "So... I tried making it, but I don't know how it tastes. I wanted you to try it."

Tang Song looked at her and suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

Since the incident at the hospital, Qiuqiu has become even more dependent on him.

Like a real little girl, she regarded him as her greatest support.

They also send messages on WeChat very frequently.

He didn't lie; he said he would be staying at his friend's Times Mansion for the next couple of days.

Unexpectedly, the designer actually made breakfast by hand and delivered it over early in the morning.

It seems that the impact of the [Dream Flower Seed] is deeper than I thought.

"How long have you been waiting?"

"Not long after..."

"Not long is how long?"

Qiuqiu looked into his eyes, pursed her lips, lowered her head, and said nothing more.

Tang Song sighed, released her hand, opened his arms, and held her graceful yet cold body in his embrace.

In the third memory he received, the girl who looked like Su Yu was Qiu Qiu.

At the time, she was a senior in high school, facing the college entrance examination.

You could tell from her state at the time that she had always been very lonely.

I have very few friends, I get bullied at school, all my important relatives have passed away, and I only have my mother in this unfamiliar city, who is also very busy.

She was such a pitiful girl.

Qiuqiu's body tensed up at first, then completely relaxed.

The air around me was filled with the familiar and comforting scent of his body, a mixture of the morning chill and a faint smell of sweat.

The warmth of her chest and the strong heartbeat filled her with an intense sense of happiness.

She really missed him and wanted to see him.

The wind was still blowing, and it was still dark.

The two embraced quietly for a long time.

Then, Tang Song took her hand and led her into a nearby breakfast shop that was still steaming.

I casually ordered a bowl of tofu pudding and fried dough sticks.

Then, he carefully opened the insulated bag that Qiuqiu had brought and took out two lunch boxes from it.

Inside the box were several brown sugar flatbreads, baked rather clumsily.

In another insulated container was a bowl of wontons in chili oil, the bright red broth garnished with chopped scallions, steaming hot.

“I didn’t do much; my mom helped out a bit.”

Qiuqiu explained softly, her tone a little hesitant, yet also like a child eagerly presenting a treasure.

Tang Song picked up a wonton, dipped it in the soup, and put it in his mouth.

Complex flavors burst forth on the taste buds in an instant.

He looked up, met her nervous yet expectant eyes, and smiled: "It's delicious."

That simple sentence instantly ignited a starlight-like light in Qiuqiu's eyes.

"You eat more."

The Dream Flower Seed above its head emitted a soft light and seemed to have grown a little more.

Steam rose from the table, mingling with the aroma of guokui (a type of flatbread) and soy milk.

Outside on the street, voices began to rise.

The shouts from the breakfast stalls and the footsteps of office workers blended together.

The sky gradually brightened.

The city's vitality gradually unfolds amidst the lively atmosphere.

……

"Boss, one beef bun, and a serving of red date and barley porridge to go."

"It's 7 yuan in total, right? Okay, I'll transfer it."

Meng Ran, dressed in a smart business suit, stood in front of a steaming breakfast stall on the street and couldn't help but yawn.

As a senior executive at a large company who fought her way up from the cutthroat competition of the corporate world, her job has never been easy.

I stayed up all night last night to finish revising the final plan, and this morning I have to rush to the company for the weekly meeting.

However, now that she has made up her mind to "change jobs," she can finally put down the heavy pressure of performance targets.

I plan to talk to my boss after today's meeting and finalize my resignation.

After all, the handover process is quite lengthy.

She took the steaming breakfast, turned around, and prepared to walk towards the Audi A6L parked not far away.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a handsome profile.

She paused, looked through the steamy glass window, and saw Tang Song eating breakfast in the shop.

Sitting opposite him was not his best friend Xie Shuyu, but a young and beautiful girl with a very sexy figure.

Meng Ran's expression changed.

I instinctively took a step back, quickly took out my phone, and snapped a picture of the glass window.

I quickly got back to the car, my heart pounding wildly.

After struggling and hesitating for a long time, I finally sent the photo to Xie Shuyu.

No further messages were posted.

She knew that some things didn't need her to say more.

Given Xie Shuyu's decisive and ruthless nature, she will make her own choice.

At the same time, Meng Ran felt an overwhelming mix of emotions.

Although I already knew that such an outstanding and handsome young man would definitely not lack women, this is just too exaggerated.

I just slept with my best friend last night.

I had another date with another young woman this morning, and we're having a cozy breakfast together here?!

Is he really that bad?
"Ding-dong-"

The WeChat notification sound interrupted her thoughts.

Xiaoyu: "I know. Don't worry about this, just delete the photos."

Meng Ran was stunned for a moment, not quite reacting.

……

Xie Shuyu sat on the edge of the bed, her long hair casually swept to one side.

His gaze remained calmly fixed on the phone screen.

Because it was taken secretly through a condensed glass window, the photo is a bit blurry.

But you can still see the people on it.

Cheng Qiuqiu.

Actually, she had already vaguely guessed it when they were chatting on the train.

That's why she took the initiative to tell Tang Song that she was his girlfriend.

Given her perspective and her understanding, it would be difficult for someone as naive as Cheng Qiuqiu to hide her emotions in front of her.

Tang and Song recruited her to Songmei Clothing, especially since she was so sexy, beautiful, and youthful.

Such a relationship doesn't seem surprising.

She extended her fingertip and zoomed in on the photo.

In the photo, Tang Song is tilting his head to the side, seemingly talking to Qiu Qiu, with a pure and warm smile on his face.

Cheng Qiuqiu, on the other hand, kept her head down, seemingly eating something shyly.

The scene is so heartwarming, it's like a poster for a pure love movie.

They look like a real couple.

Xie Shuyu's fingers tightened slightly on the screen, and she let out a long breath.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't care too much.

Not only because she already knew that Wen Ruan was by Tang Song's side.

Furthermore, it was she who took the initiative to suggest that she would not marry Tang Song, but would at most remain in a partnership.

Perhaps I will have a child in the future.

But at this very moment, an unfamiliar emotion welled up uncontrollably in my heart.

Hey.

fear.

She was afraid of losing him.

Is it because you just lost your "first time"?
Is it because I've developed strong feelings for him?
maybe.

"How could I be so fragile and sentimental?"

"This isn't right."

"What I need is a partner who can understand me, help me, and enrich my life."

She muttered a couple of words to herself, shook her head, and put down her phone.

The bitterness in my heart was quickly suppressed by reason and calmness.

She then got dressed, got up, and went into the bathroom.

The mirror reflected a woman whose expression was slightly tired, yet whose eyes and brows exuded a languid charm.

Xie Shuyu was stunned for a moment.

She seemed to have had a very peaceful sleep in a long time.

I have never experienced such spiritual "satisfaction" before.

Yes, she has always been a person with extremely high self-esteem and high aspirations.

Immersing oneself in work is a way to make life more fulfilling, more controllable, and more satisfying.

Last night, she also found another kind of satisfaction in Tang Song.

It's dangerous, yet addictive.

Recalling the events of last night, and the intense hormonal charm emanating from Tang Song.

Xie Shuyu shivered, and a beautiful blush rose on her face.

She's not some clueless, clueless girl.

Of course, there are also physiological needs.

The Tang and Song dynasties seem to have been incredibly powerful.

I took a hot shower and went back to my room.

While listening to the daily morning financial news, I started cleaning up the mess left over from last night.

First, she cleaned the two empty sparkling wine glasses and put them back in the wine cabinet; then she carefully folded Tang Song's coat, which he had casually tossed on the sofa, and hung it back on the hanger; next, she meticulously made the bed, smoothing out every wrinkle...

Within this familiar order.

Within this familiar sense of order, which is entirely under one's control.

The subtle unease in her heart was finally suppressed little by little.

...

Just as she finished cleaning the floor and straightened up...

"Drip-drop—click—"

The door was gently opened from the outside.

Tang Song walked in carrying a steaming hot takeout bag.

"I brought you breakfast." He placed the bag on the table with a refreshing smile on his face. "Freshly steamed buns and tofu pudding, come and eat them while they're hot."

"Well, thank you."

Xie Shuyu washed her hands, dried them, and walked over with elegant steps.

The breakfast, served hot, was placed on the table.

Just as she was about to pull out a chair and sit down, her wrist was grabbed by a warm, large hand.

The next second, I felt a lightness in my body.

With a suppressed gasp, she fell directly into Tang Song's arms.

Xie Shuyu's body tensed instantly, and her face flushed slightly. "What are you doing?"

"Sister Shuyu, you can sit on my lap to eat, the stool is cold," Tang Song said seriously.

A flicker of panic crossed Xie Shuyu's eyes, but she quickly regained her usual composure.

With a stern face, he said, "Stop fooling around, Xiao Song."

As she spoke, she tried to stand up from his lap.

But the Tang and Song dynasties refused to let go.

Instead, she shifted her body back, allowing herself to sit more snugly on his lap.

The distance between their breaths suddenly shortened.

Feeling his hot and strong body.

Xie Shuyu froze completely, and whispered, "No... how can I eat like this? Let me go."

"Then let me feed you by hand?"

"you……!"

Tang Song smiled, lowered his head, and his warm lips landed on her smooth and slender neck.

The most sensitive area was attacked.

Xie Shuyu let out a low groan, goosebumps rising on her skin.

"!!!"

Tang Song's hand slid under the hem of her silk shirt, his palm covering her slender, warm waist.

In the cozy restaurant in the morning.

The female CEO's angry low growl and rustling sounds rang out.

It took quite a while before things finally quieted down.

Xie Shuyu forced a straight face, but he held her tightly in his arms.

They ate their food in small bites.

"Sister Shuyu, I'm not going anywhere today." Tang Song's cheek brushed against her soft hair as he said gently, "Where do you want to go? Or what do you want to do? I'll go with you."

Xie Shuyu paused slightly as she was chewing.

My subconscious thought was to have him accompany me while I work.

After all, it's Friday, and the troubles at [Zhongshu Group] are still unresolved.

She had a lot of questions and wanted to have a good talk with him.

But as the words were about to come out, the photo that Meng Ran had sent him flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

She lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and suppressed the complex emotions in her heart.

"Then come with me to Chengdu for a stroll."

"it is good!"

……

Chicago, Park Hyatt Hotel, Presidential Suite.

Local time, 9 p.m.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the dazzling skyline of Chicago's "Glamour Mile".

Lake Michigan in the distance looks like a sea of ​​ink.

In the suite's living room, the lighting was adjusted to be just right.

The air was filled with the aroma of Macallan 25-year-old spirit.

Secretary Kim leaned back lazily on the sofa, wearing a simple knitted sweater, her long legs elegantly crossed.

The amber liquid in the crystal glass in my hand swayed between my fingertips.

Opposite her sat another woman with a powerful aura.

Dark brown medium-length hair, bright red lips, navy blue custom-made suit, sharp eyes.

"So, you mean I should give up my Illinois seat on the Senate Finance Committee and focus all my efforts on pushing Cruz into the Energy and Natural Resources Committee?"

Sloan's tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuation.

“That’s right.” Secretary Kim took a sip of whiskey, her eyes calm and composed. “The Financial Services Committee is currently dominated by the Democrats, and even if we spend resources, we can’t change the situation. But the Energy Committee is different; it’s a 50/50 split there. Cruz’s entry means that we will have a greater say in oil and clean energy export controls.”

Sloan's eyes flashed with a thoughtful look before he cut to the chase: "This isn't just a regular campaign rally; it's a direct confrontation with the Koch family and the entire oil faction. If we want to win, I need more budget. Fifty million dollars, plus some 'dirt' on environmental issues from the Kate family."

Secretary Kim smiled slightly, showing no surprise whatsoever.

“Money has never been a problem.” She reached into the file folder beside her, pulled out a document, and pushed it in front of Sloan. “This is the second thing you asked for.”

Sloan looked down and opened the book, a smile playing on her red lips.

“Beautiful, Mira. Dealing with you is always so efficient and precise. I really like you.”

at this time.

"Boom boom boom——"

A soft knocking sounded at the door.

"Enter."

Shangguan Qiuyue walked in, dressed in a smart business suit.

She bowed slightly. "Director Kim, Ms. Sloan."

Sloan closed the document in his hand, casually straightened the hem of his suit jacket, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"Then I won't bother you any longer. I need to go back and call an emergency meeting with the team."

She paused, then added meaningfully, "Mira, don't worry, this deal has a very good chance of success. Also, please tell Song that I'm waiting for him to come to New York to fulfill his promise."

After saying that, she turned and left gracefully.

The sound of high heels clicking on the heavy carpet quickly faded into the depths of the corridor.

Secretary Kim looked away and leaned back on the sofa. "So, what's wrong?"

Shangguan Qiuyue stepped forward and reported in a low voice, "I just received an encrypted email from President Tang. His next plan is... to personally take over as the CEO of Xuanji Light Realm."

Upon hearing this news, Secretary Kim's long, slender fingers slowly intertwined and tightened on her knees.

The suite fell silent instantly.

Only the faint rumble of the city from afar outside the window remained.

After a long while, she said in a voice devoid of any emotion, "I understand."

Shangguan Qiuyue lowered her gaze slightly, her heart already churning with turmoil.

She knew very well what this decision meant.

It's worth noting that the current chairperson of Xuanji Light Realm is Ms. Ouyang.

However, President Tang made this decision immediately after going to Chengdu and accompanying Ouyang Xian Yue to visit Academician Ouyang.

What does it mean behind this?
Is it a deeper level of trust and bond, or another level of alliance and tacit understanding?
As for what exactly happened between Mr. Tang and Ms. Ouyang, and whether it was merely a matter of cooperation...

The possibilities are endless.

(End of this chapter)