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Chapter 689 Pulling and Tug, Ambiguity, and the Noblewoman

The atmosphere inside the private room at the club was quiet and solemn.

The soft light fell on the silver-white cheongsam, further highlighting Ouyang Xian Yue's plump and slender figure.

The embroidered orchid pattern appeared and disappeared in the light and shadow, swaying slightly with her breath.

His gaze was calm and profound as he quietly observed Xie Shuyu across from him.

She is beautiful and gentle.

But at this moment, Xie Shuyu felt that her world was unusually quiet.

There was only one thought in my mind.

She's dreaming!
Yet, there was a slight pain on the tip of the tongue, the lingering scent of sandalwood in the nasal cavity, and the warm, moist ink painting on the paper in the palm of the hand.

Everything clearly reminded her that this was true.

It wasn't an absurd hallucination she developed after being "manipulated" by Tang and Song.

But... but how is that possible?
The identity of the chairman of Rongliu Capital is acceptable.

After all, he himself has demonstrated a tremendous wealth.

But this is Ms. Ouyang!
Although top entrepreneurs like her generally don't have much gossip circulating about them.

However, Xie Shuyu had heard some information about Ms. Ouyang.

In particular, her close friend Meng Ran had mentioned this legendary woman to her more than once.

Ouyang Xianyue is 36 years old this year.

She was previously married to a man from an distinguished background who was the chairman of Xinkaihang Electronics, the predecessor of Tangyi Precision.

Later, her husband passed away unexpectedly. In order to save the jobs of tens of thousands of employees and to fulfill her husband's last wish, she decided to stay.

Despite being a woman, she resolutely took over the nearly bankrupt New Kaihang.

No one expected that she would actually achieve such a great success.

She is known for her decisive execution, amazing business acumen, and almost demanding sense of responsibility.

It has set a new benchmark in the areas of domestic substitution, employment stability, and social responsibility.

Today, she is recognized as a "representative of female entrepreneurs" by capital, industry, and government.

Every time she makes a public appearance, it makes headlines in the financial media.

Each of his speeches sparks profound discussions within the industry.

She is a truly respected lady.

Therefore, everyone respectfully calls her "Ms. Ouyang".

How could such a woman have an ambiguous relationship with Tang Song?
This looks so unreal.

Just as she was lost in thought.

Ouyang Xian Yue's slender, snow-white fingers gently brushed across the ink painting scroll.

His voice was clear and gentle like the wind, and his tone was neither hurried nor slow.
"I've always loved Meng Haoran's poem 'The Provincial Examination: The Steeds Neigh.' Thin clouds drift by, the Milky Way shines faintly, and sparse raindrops patter on the paulownia leaves. The imagery is lofty and serene. That's why I also love your name—Shuyu (疏雨), meaning 'light rain'."

Xie Shuyu suddenly came to her senses.

I forced myself to come back to my senses and tried my best to suppress the turbulent emotions in my heart.

"Thank you, Ms. Ouyang. In fact, this poem is also the origin of my name."

After saying that, she seemed to regain some composure.

She bowed slightly, revealing a polite smile, and said, "I really like this calligraphy and painting. Thank you for your gift. I will definitely treasure it."

"I'm glad you like it." Ouyang Xian Yue smiled lightly, her elegance just right.

Tang Song watched the two of them talking, his eyes flickering, his thoughts flowing.

The Ouyang Xian Yue I met today seemed somewhat different.

It's not just this sexy cheongsam.

There's also meticulously applied makeup, accessories, and even the scent of perfume.

Moreover, every smile and gesture exudes the top-tier feminine charm of her age without any concealment.

This is subtly different from the restrained and elegant noblewoman from before.

In his memory, this was the first time he had ever seen Ouyang Xian Yue like this.

I have to admit, it is indeed very tempting.

Keep your dirty little thoughts to yourself.

Tang Song smiled slightly and said at the opportune moment, "Your calligraphy is indeed beautiful, and it has a great sense of style. I like it very much. How about sending me a piece sometime?"

Hear this.

A radiant smile instantly lit up Ouyang Xian Yue's eyes. "Indeed... I had already prepared one for you. I'll personally deliver it to you after dinner."

Her eyes shimmered like ripples on water as she quietly gazed at Tang Song.

She exudes an aura of nobility that comes from years of experience and power.

Magnificent and exquisite.

This subtle allure made Tang Song's heart race again.

"Okay, thank you then."

Ouyang Xian Yue then turned to Xie Shuyu, who was still somewhat uneasy, and said, "Shuyu, this painting paper is handmade Xuan paper, which is easily affected by moisture. You can put it in the wooden box over there for now; I prepared it."

"Ok."

Xie Shuyu quickly agreed, carefully rolled up the painting, and placed it in the carved sandalwood box.

He moved cautiously, and his expression still showed tension.

Ouyang Xian Yue's smile deepened as she watched this scene.

"Let's go, I'll show you some of the local specialties."

After saying that, she turned around gracefully and led the way herself.

He led the two around a screen and into a private restaurant connected to it.

The three of them took their seats.

Several waiters dressed in Hanfu quietly pushed open the door and entered.

A soft clinking sound of porcelain followed, and a warm fragrance filled the air.

It is a seasonal private banquet dish from Sichuan Province.

Golden Broth Fish Maw Stewed with Bamboo Fungus, Stone Pot Oxtail Stew, Cold Mixed Beef Salad, Spicy Crab Claws, Silver Thread Tofu Pudding, Sichuan Peppercorn Braised Sea Bass...

Each dish was beautifully presented, though the portions were small, yet every detail reflected meticulous care.

Ouyang Xian Yue said softly, "This place serves the most authentic, modified Sichuan cuisine. I heard you can't handle spicy food very well, so I specially asked the chef to adjust the flavor, focusing on the aroma rather than the heat. It's light yet flavorful, I think you'll like it."

Her tone was extremely natural.

Xie Shuyu was flattered and said, "You're too kind, thank you."

She never expected that Ms. Ouyang, who was so busy with work, would know and even remember her taste preferences in advance.

It's obvious they investigated her beforehand.

Thinking of this, her heart skipped a beat.

He subconsciously glanced at Tang Song beside him.

If Ms. Ouyang and Tang Song really had that kind of ambiguous relationship.

So, in what capacity am I here today?

Tang Song's girlfriend?

If that's the case, then Ms. Ouyang... wouldn't she...?

At this moment.

On her plate, there was a piece of sea bass meat, with all the small bones removed.

Tang Song's magnetic voice rang in her ear: "Sister Shuyu, try this Sichuan peppercorn braised sea bass. It's very tender and not spicy. It should suit your taste."

"okay…"

Xie Shuyu gently picked up the piece of fish with her chopsticks, then looked up and secretly glanced at Ms. Ouyang across from her.

The female entrepreneur in the silver-white cheongsam was looking down, holding a soup bowl, and taking an elegant sip.

The light shone on her profile, highlighting her delicate skin and serene eyes.

A faint smile played on his lips, as if he didn't care about what was happening.

She breathed a sigh of relief and put the piece of sea bass into her mouth.

The fish is tender and has a wonderfully spicy aroma.

"It really is delicious," she said sincerely.

Before she could even put down her chopsticks...

Then Tang Song picked up another piece of succulent fish belly and placed it directly onto Ouyang Xian Yue's plate.

"Ouyang, you should try some too."

Ouyang?!
Xie Shuyu's hand trembled, and she almost dropped her chopsticks.

She looked up in surprise, almost unable to believe her ears.

The Tang and Song dynasties actually addressed each other as "Ouyang"?!

This is not just being presumptuous.

In their social circles, the way people address each other is itself a way of defining status.

The way Tang and Song used this tone, without any honorifics, was almost like speaking to an ordinary friend.

She immediately looked at Ms. Ouyang across from her.

But instead of showing any anger, the other person had a charming, shy smile on their face as they picked up a piece of fish and took a small bite.

Xie Shuyu's intuition as a woman told her this.

The relationship between the two was more unusual than he had imagined.

...

The banquet unfolded slowly in this ambiguous and reserved atmosphere.

Ouyang Xianyue naturally started chatting with Xie Shuyu about [Weiguang Coffee].

From new product development and supply chain system to brand value creation and membership system optimization.

Her tone was calm and unhurried, without any condescension.

Instead, he discussed the future strategy of new consumer brands with Xie Shuyu from the perspective of a senior expert.

Xie Shuyu listened with increasing admiration.

She was naturally intelligent and perceptive, and could tell the depth of the businesswoman's thinking.

Ms. Ouyang's perspective on the issue is entirely from a "top-level design" standpoint.

Every sentence is like the finishing touch, offering both advice and direction.

When it comes to brand long-termism and cash flow management.

Ouyang Xian Yue gently raised his glass and clinked it against hers, his gaze both tender and firm.

"The fact that you were able to start from scratch and build [Weiguang Coffee] to its current scale is itself a remarkable achievement."

Starting a business is not about inspiration, but about continuous rationality.

You have this trait; we're actually similar types of people.

Xie Shuyu was taken aback, a feeling stirring within her.

He said earnestly, "Thank you for your encouragement, Ms. Ouyang. I will continue to work hard and live up to your expectations."

Tang Song smiled and casually replied, "I feel the same way. Sister Shuyu's style of doing things is actually very similar to yours in the past."

Ouyang Xian Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of amusement. "Oh? You mean she resembles me when I was young? Heh... Are you reminding me that I'm getting old?"

Xie Shuyu's heart tightened instantly.

Tang Song noticed the slight provocation in her tone, but looked calmly into her eyes.

She smiled faintly and said, "Of course not. You are at the most charming age right now, and you are still very young. I mean, the courage to face difficulties without backing down, and the logic in doing things."

Ouyang Xian Yue smiled slightly, "Alright, thank you for the compliment."

The atmosphere became gentle and relaxed again.

Xie Shuyu also breathed a sigh of relief.

The light from the dining table shone on the faces of the three people.

Soon, under Ouyang Xian Yue's guidance, the topic began to become more personal.

She put down her wine glass and asked, seemingly casually, "Shuyu, I remember your birthday is in February 1991, right?"

"um, yes."

“Well…we’re actually from the same generation.” Ouyang Xian Yue glanced at Tang Song beside her, her tone tinged with a nostalgic sentiment. “Back when I was in college, the most popular TV dramas were ‘Struggle’ and ‘Soldiers’ Sortie,’ and everyone was listening to Stefanie Sun on their MP3 players. At that time, Taobao was just emerging, and there was no Tmall yet. Nokia was still the king of the mobile phone industry, and everyone wanted an N95…”

Her words immediately stirred up Xie Shuyu's youthful memories.

The two of them chatted back and forth about anime, celebrities, and popular culture from their generation...

Ouyang Xianyue spoke with elegance and had a perfect grasp of social etiquette.

She knows when to listen, when to respond, and how to smoothly transition between topics.

His tone was gentle yet humorous.

Xie Shuyu was also a master of social situations, keenly capturing the emotional rhythm in her words and responding accordingly.

The two hit it off as they chatted.

During this process, Xie Shuyu also successfully helped her best friend Meng Ran get Ouyang Xian Yue's autograph, and even included a message.

Tang Song listened with great interest.

It was as if, through their descriptions, I could feel the details of that era and their connection to it.

He looked at the two equally mature and radiant beauties opposite him. One was a seasoned businesswoman who remained composed despite having weathered many storms.

One is a self-made, ambitious female entrepreneur.

Moreover, they can indeed be considered to be the same age.

They are all in their 30s.

Soon, Tang Song thought of Wen Ruan and Jiang Yourong, who were also a little older.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Ouyang Xian Yue.

Her figure is neither the almost exaggeratedly perfect hourglass shape of Wen Ruan, nor the simply fleshy and voluptuous shape of Jiang Yourong.

Rather, it possesses a perfectly balanced plumpness, brimming with the charm of classical Eastern aesthetics.

There were no obvious muscle lines on her body, and no excess fat around her waist.

Her whole body presents a smooth, rounded curve.

Once again, Tang Song harbored extremely evil thoughts about the "widow" he had raised in the game.

His throat bobbed slightly as he struggled to suppress his surging emotions.

As a standard LSP.

When he was choosing and developing characters in the game, besides ability ratings, what he valued most was appearance.

Therefore, all female characters, including Secretary Kim, Su Yu, Ouyang, Annie, and Mo Xiangwan.

Without exception, they are all top-tier beauties who are pleasing to the eye.

After all, it's a game, so you should play it however you like.

At this moment, the "SSR Complete Form" Ouyang Xian Yue, dressed in full regalia and unleashing all her power, has shed all restraint.

The charm she exudes is irresistible to any man.

He was no exception, of course.

At this moment.

Ouyang Xian Yue's gaze suddenly turned over, meeting his burning gaze.

Tang Song's eyes twitched slightly as he used the excuse of eating to cover up his lapse in composure.

Notice this scene.

A meaningful smile appeared on Ouyang Xian Yue's lips.

……

The banquet was gradually coming to an end.

The bamboo shadows outside the sandalwood window swayed gently in the night.

Ouyang Xian Yue elegantly wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, her demeanor as composed as ever.

She turned to Xie Shuyu, her tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable air of refusal:
"Shuyu, the private chef here, besides Sichuan cuisine, also makes very authentic Suzhou-style desserts. Especially the 'chicken head rice,' which is sweet and soft, and is air-shipped from Suzhou. It's perfect for relieving the spiciness. I'll have Secretary Chen take you to the kitchen so you can pick out a few to try yourself, and also pack some to take back to your good friend Meng Ran."

Her words were considerate and thoughtful.

It's simply impossible to refuse.

"This...this is too much trouble for you..."

"Don't stand on ceremony with me." Ouyang Xian Yue patted her hand, then winked at Chen Jing, who understood perfectly.

Secretary Chen understood immediately and said gently, "President Xie, please come this way."

The door was gently pushed open, and the light behind Xie Shuyu gathered into a soft halo.

As her figure slowly disappeared through the doorway, the atmosphere in the entire private room changed.

Ouyang Xian Yue turned to look at Tang Song opposite her.

A complex and indescribable light rippled in those gentle and beautiful eyes.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Ouyang Xian Yue spoke first: "Let's go, I'll take you to get the calligraphy and painting I gave you."

"Ah."

Tang Song stood up and gently pushed the chair away.

The two walked quietly through the corridor.

We arrived at a quiet room at the far end of the second floor.

It was a minimalist art studio, with many ink paintings hanging on the walls.

On the table were cinnabar, ink sticks, and Xuan paper.

Ouyang Xian Yue walked to the table and gently stroked the already framed scroll with her slender hand.

A faint scent of ink wafts from my fingertips.

"My painting skills are rudimentary; it's just a casual sketch. I don't know if you... like it."

Her tone seemed a little nervous and apprehensive, but she remained calm and elegant on the surface.

Tang Song took it; it felt slightly heavy in his hand.

He slowly unrolled the scroll.

A familiar figure appeared before me.

Just a few days ago, in the courtyard of that place called Jinli Villa, under that fiery red maple tree, he reached out to brush the fallen leaves from her shoulder.

The ink wash brushstrokes are expressive yet vivid.

With just a few strokes, he vividly portrayed his gentleness and focus at that moment.

And in the blank spaces of the painting.

Yue used her naturally elegant and flowing cursive script to inscribe a short poem:
A crescent moon veils the maple leaves, a gentle breeze stirs, carrying heavy emotions. If this life is but a dream, why not share the autumn's crimson hues?

Tang Song stared at the poem, his pupils slightly constricting.

With the refinement and keen insight of people in the Tang and Song dynasties, they could naturally discern the implied meaning.

It was an emotion that had been suppressed for too long, and beneath the shell of rationality, a crack was gently lifted.

It can be said to be both subtle and bold.

Tang and Song dynasty fingertips gently caressed.

It seems one can feel the scorching heat hidden between those lines of text.

In other words… Ouyang Xian Yue, this usually reserved noblewoman, is actually confessing her feelings to him?!
Or perhaps it shouldn't be called "confession," but rather "testing the waters"?
He raised his head and looked at Ouyang Xian Yue.

The other person was standing in front of the table, the light shining obliquely on the side of her neck.

Light and shadow flowed across the satin of her cheongsam, and the subtle orchid pattern on the lapel seemed to be illuminated by the night.

Her posture remained graceful, and her smile was faint.

It's as if they were completely unaware of the emotions implied in the poem.

The two of them just stood there, gazing at each other silently.

The air seemed to become more humid.

After a moment, Tang Song slowly exhaled, breaking the chilling silence.

"The painting is excellent, I really like it. And this poem... did you write it yourself?"

"Hmm." Ouyang Xian Yue nodded slightly, her gaze calm as still water. "What do you think of my writing?"

"The calligraphy is very elegant and restrained, yet it hides a sharp edge that is not easily noticed. However, I don't quite understand the imagery in the last two lines."

"Oh?" She tilted her head, chuckled softly, and said in a calm and unhurried tone, "It's actually very simple."

She extended her slender fingers and lightly touched the painting.

"'If this life is but a dream,' it speaks of life as fleeting as a dream, of gatherings and partings as ephemeral as smoke. And 'Why not share the autumn reds...' She raised her deep eyes, looking directly at Tang Song without any hesitation, her voice as soft as a whisper: '...It is, of course, referring to the trees full of red leaves. Such a beautiful scene, if we can enjoy it together, why not?'"

Her words were perfectly watertight.

It seems that Tang and Song were just overthinking things.

But there was a hint of something more intriguing in his eyes.

Tang Song felt as if a feather had gently brushed against his chest, making him feel itchy and numb.

Unable to resist following her lead, I asked, "I see. So, who would you like to enjoy it with?"

"Perhaps it's in the painting, or perhaps it's outside of it? What do you think?"

Ouyang Xian Yue smiled and remained silent.

My fingers slid slowly across the figure beneath the red maple tree in the painting.

Reason is like a mirror, while emotions are like mist.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tang Song's eye twitched.

Wow! Miss Ouyang, you're quite the cultured person!
This was the first time he had ever dealt with a woman of this caliber emotionally.

Every word she uttered was like Tai Chi push hands, seemingly soft and weak, but actually full of hidden sharpness.

They always manage to throw all the problems back at them in a more ambiguous way.

Especially given Ouyang Xian Yue's unique identity and her unparalleled mature and aristocratic demeanor.

Even now, it makes him feel a sense of unease.

However, this also stirred up a certain evil desire for conquest within him.

He pursed his lips and took the initiative, saying, "You don't seem to have signed this painting yet?"

“Hmm.” Ouyang Xian Yue’s eyes flickered. “I’ve been hesitant, not knowing how to sign it properly, or where to put it.”

Tang Song's breathing became slightly rapid.

He stepped forward, stood beside her, and pointed to a blank space on the scroll.

"I think this place is perfect, let's just write the two characters 'Ouyang' here."

Ouyang Xian Yue lowered her eyes, picked up a purple-haired brush with her delicate hand, and dipped it in ink.

The brush tip hovered above the rice paper, ink seemingly about to drip, yet she hesitated to bring it down.

She turned slightly to the side, as if she were pondering, or perhaps waiting.

"I'm still not sure where to put my pen, could you... point it out to me again?"

Her voice was soft, carrying just the right amount of embarrassment.

Tang Song stepped forward again, almost standing behind Ouyang Xian Yue.

He enveloped her entirely in his aura and shadow.

His gaze couldn't help but fall on the curve of her hips, which appeared even more rounded due to her forward-leaning posture, and the waist outlined by the cheongsam.

That unique, mature, and forbidden allure of a sophisticated woman is overwhelming.

It resembles a juicy peach.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Her unique, rich fragrance filled my nostrils.

My heart is beating faster and faster.

An unusual silence fell over the room.

Tang Song reached out and gently covered her hand that was holding the pen from behind.

The surface feels smooth and delicate, like jade.

It was cool, yet incredibly soft.

"here--"

He guided her hand, slowly moving it towards the blank space that had already been chosen.

With this movement, his body inevitably came into physical contact with her plump, soft back.

Ouyang Xian Yue's body instinctively leaned forward, but her hands, guided by him, exerted a slight force, as if trying to maintain stability.

Along with this movement, her rounded buttocks, encased in her cheongsam, bumped back slightly.

That moment.

Tang Song felt his blood rush to his head with a "boom".

There was an immediate and intense reaction.

However, Ouyang Xian Yue in his arms seemed completely unaware of all this.

Her entire being seemed to be focused on the tip of her pen.

The elegant characters "Ouyang" appeared smoothly on the blank space.

Tang Song looked at the noblewoman from the side and behind, feeling the heat and voluptuousness of her body, and a strange shiver rose in his heart.

Just like when we first met in the [dream].

She is like a scalpel wrapped in velvet.

But now, with the passage of time and the influence of power,

The scalpel has become even more elegant and beautiful.

It makes it even more irresistible.

Reflecting on my interactions with Ouyang Xian Yue over this period, and her performance today.

Tang Song couldn't help but think to himself: I'm so awesome!
This woman was someone he had personally nurtured.

This would be possible without the almost "divine" special status of the [Dream System].

Ouyang Xian Yue could absolutely manipulate him at will.

No wonder Secretary Kim was so wary of her.

No wonder that "Dream of Tang and Song" deliberately tried to sow discord between them to maintain a delicate balance.

She is too smart, too experienced, and too aware of the power of boundaries.

(End of this chapter)