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Chapter 690 If Tang Song Wants to Marry You

The painting has been signed.

An ambiguous atmosphere still lingered in the air.

Ouyang Xian Yue's brush trembled slightly, and her slender waist swayed gently in response.

The two powerful characters "Ouyang" on the rice paper, their ink just beginning to dry, exuded a flowing charm.

She slowly straightened up, the fabric rustling softly.

Her voluptuous body, encased in a cheongsam, rubbed against his firm frame with an extremely slow friction.

Tang Song's breathing was a little rapid, her breath brushing against the hair at her temples.

Her elegant fragrance, mingled with the scents of sandalwood and ink, lingered between the two of them.

Ouyang Xian Yue seemed oblivious, simply lowering her eyes and calmly examining the painting that had just been signed.

After a while.

She took a small step forward, subtly creating a little distance between herself and the other person.

He asked, "Is this okay?"

Tang Song did not let go, still holding her warm and smooth hand.

His voice was deep and magnetic: "Yes, very beautiful. Your running script is modeled after Mi Fu, with a smooth flow of energy, unconventional style, and your own unique character. You could say it has become a style of its own, which is remarkable."

Upon hearing his extremely professional comments, Ouyang Xian Yue's body stiffened slightly.

She turned her head, a hint of interest flashing in the depths of her mature, deep eyes. "That's right. My first lesson in running script was Mi Fu's 'Shu Su Tie'. You seem to... also have a deep understanding of calligraphy?"

"Hmm." Tang Song nodded, breathing in her alluring fragrance without any hesitation. "Because of you, I've also become very interested in calligraphy. I've practiced it in private and have achieved some success."

His calligraphy skills come from Ouyang Xian Yue's "Ode to the Soul," and can be considered as having been developed from her calligraphy.

That's not all just nice talk.

"Because of me?" Ouyang Xian Yue's eyes wavered briefly.

There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice, as if he doubted that he had misheard.

He wrote songs and played guitar for Su Yu, and mixed perfumes and played the piano for Jin Meixiao.

But now he says that he practiced calligraphy because of her?
Are you kidding me?
She had never felt this kind of emotional warmth in the Tang and Song dynasties of the past.

This doesn't sound real at all.

"I'm not lying to you." Tang Song tightened his right hand slightly, his fingertips sinking into her soft, snow-white skin. "It really is because of you."

His words and the sensation in his hand came at the same time.

Ouyang Xian Yue's breath hitched.

A very faint blush rose on her neck, making her look especially beautiful in the light.

After a moment, she pursed her lips imperceptibly, regaining her composure and reserve.

"Oh? Then I'll have to see for myself."

She gently pulled her hand away from his and put the brush back on the brush holder.

Then she turned away, completely escaping from his embrace and the area enveloped by his presence.

The fabric brushed against his fingertips, leaving a faint fragrance.

Elegant, restrained, and rational.

Once she was out of his reach, she seemed to transform back into that elegant and sophisticated queen.

Ouyang Xian Yue put away the painting she had just finished and spread out a new sheet of Xuan paper.

She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, and gestured invitingly, "Please, sir."

The word "sir" was spoken in a soft and ambiguous tone.

Coupled with her slightly provocative gaze, it was clear that she was not the "Mr." of "Mr. Tang".

Rather, it's a more intimate and intimate way of addressing someone, like a "Mr. and Mrs."

Tang and Song dynasty physicians observed a slight movement of the Adam's apple.

He was captivated by this top-tier noblewoman.

He walked to where she had been standing and picked out a suitable-sized purple-haired brush from the brush rack.

The brush tip dips lightly into the ink, then is immediately lifted.

He did not immediately put pen to paper, but instead closed his eyes and stood quietly for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, his entire demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

Ouyang Xian Yue's eyes lit up as she gazed at him quietly.

The brushstrokes fall like a startled dragon entering the sea, their momentum overwhelming.

In the act of writing, one may lift or press, turn or fold the brush.

His brushstrokes and rhythm carry an innate restraint and wildness.

Amidst the fragrant aroma of ink, lines of cursive script appeared on the rice paper:

A sudden breeze stirs, ruffling the spring waters of the pond. Idly, she leads mandarin ducks along the fragrant path, her hand gently caressing the red apricot blossoms. Alone, she leans against the railing of the duck-fighting pavilion, her jade hairpin slipping askew. All day she waits for her beloved, but he does not come; then she raises her head and hears the joyful cry of a magpie.

Ouyang Xian Yue lowered his head, his eyes growing darker.

The calligraphy is excellent, with a steady and strong brushstroke, controlled and unrestrained, showing the style of a master.

Of course, what truly moved her was Feng Yansi's "Visiting the Golden Gate" from the Five Dynasties period.

It depicts the longing and yearning of a young woman confined to her boudoir.

The atmosphere in this tranquil studio was unusually ambiguous.

It seems more like a response to her poem accompanying the painting.

In other words, he permitted what she did.

The significant age difference between them did not create any distance between them.

Ouyang Xian Yue's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally seemed to be put at ease.

A joy that I couldn't even understand welled up inside me.

"Beautiful calligraphy." She raised an eyebrow slightly, and a graceful smile returned to her face. "I have some experience with running script and regular script, but I have never been good at cursive script, which has such free and unrestrained brushstrokes. I wonder if I could... receive some personal guidance from you, sir?"

"of course can."

Tang Song put down his brush and laid out a clean sheet of Xuan paper for her.

Ouyang Xian Yue picked up the brush and dipped it in ink again.

Just as she was concentrating and preparing to put pen to paper.

A warm, large hand suddenly wrapped around her from behind, gently landing on her soft waist, and then moving slightly downwards.

Ouyang Xian Yue's body trembled, and the ink from the tip of his brush spread into a small ink dot on the rice paper.

She didn't break free immediately, but slowly turned her head and looked at him quietly with a calm, questioning gaze.

It was as if asking, "What are you doing?"

Even someone as thick-skinned as Tang Song couldn't help but blush when stared at by this beautiful woman with such eyes.

He forced himself to remain calm and explained, "Seeing that you've been standing for so long, I wanted to help relieve your lower back muscles. You know, my massage skills are pretty good."

After saying that, he casually withdrew his groping hand.

The two were ten years apart in age, and the other's identity was so special.

Although he had some ulterior motives before, he always kept them in check.

Although we made some subtle breakthroughs today under her guidance, ultimately, we haven't truly broken through that barrier.

That action just now was indeed hasty.

To be fair, it feels really good.

There's no excess fat; it's full of plump, elastic flesh.

A fleeting smile flashed across Ouyang Xian Yue's eyes.

She didn't expose his lame excuse, but simply turned back and refocused her attention on the Xuan paper in front of her.

Tang Song stood behind her again and tentatively grasped her hand that was holding the pen.

This time, Ouyang Xian Yue showed no unusual reaction.

The two bodies were very close, almost pressed tightly together.

The body temperature, through the thin silk fabric of the cheongsam, blended silently.

Of course, the Tang and Song dynasties did not go too far.

Despite Ouyang Xian Yue's bold behavior today.

But he could still sense that deep inside the noblewoman's heart, there was still a faint barrier.

The Tang and Song dynasties were unclear about the reasons, but they did not rush into action.

Deep down, he still respected this "Ms. Ouyang" very much.

……

A private tea and snack room on the third floor of the club.

The chefs in the kitchen carefully packed several freshly baked Suzhou-style desserts into exquisite lacquer boxes.

"Mr. Xie, please take this." Secretary Chen handed over the lacquer box with both hands, his face still bearing that impeccable professional smile.

"Thank you for your help, Secretary Chen."

Just when Xie Shuyu thought she could go back.

Secretary Chen glanced at her phone seemingly casually, and said apologetically:
"Mr. Xie, I'm so sorry. I just received a message from Ms. Ouyang. She and Mr. Tang have some urgent business to discuss regarding Tangyi Precision's overseas operations, and it might take a little more time."

"Of course, work comes first."

Xie Shuyu nodded quickly, but her eyes flickered almost imperceptibly.

She is not a fool.

On the contrary, as a self-made woman who has struggled in the business world for many years, she is extremely good at interpreting the subtext behind words.

What “urgent work”?
This was clearly an excuse that the high and mighty Ms. Ouyang had come up with to get rid of him so that she could be alone with Tang Song.

He felt no displeasure upon seeing Xie Shuyu.

Secretary Chen paused for a moment, then very naturally offered a considerate suggestion:

"Mr. Xie, you are a true expert in the coffee field. Coincidentally, there is a small coffee tasting room on the first floor of this courtyard. Shall I take you there to have a look?"

"Okay, then I'll leave it to Secretary Chen."

The two walked downstairs.

"Mr. Xie, we've arrived." Secretary Chen pushed open a heavy wooden door.

As Xie Shuyu stepped inside, she stopped abruptly.

His face showed an undisguised look of astonishment.

This is not a "tasting room" at all, but a small coffee roasting and research and development laboratory.

From professional green coffee analyzers to temperature and humidity controlled storage cabinets, fully automatic roasters, and top-of-the-line pour-over equipment...

Everything is available.

Secretary Chen spoke up at the opportune moment: "Here, we not only have dozens of top-quality SOE coffee beans such as Geisha and Pacamara collected from estates around the world, but also a prototype of the latest fully intelligent AI roasting machine developed by [Tangyi Precision] that has not yet been released to the public, as well as their latest semi-automatic espresso machine."

Xie Shuyu took a deep breath, her voice slightly excited: "I... Secretary Chen, may I give it a try?"

"Of course, please feel free to do as you please."

"Thank you."

Xie Shuyu strode to the silver baking machine that exuded a futuristic feel, her eyes gleaming with fervent light.

【Weiguang Coffee】does not currently have its own roasting factory; roasted beans are delivered directly from the supply chain.

In the future, she has already planned to build two large central baking factories in North China and Southwest China respectively to ensure absolute consistency in product quality.

Moreover, she has an even more ambitious plan.

In flagship stores of brands in first-tier cities, space is reserved to create a fully transparent on-site baking room.

Allowing customers to visually witness the entire roasting process of fresh coffee beans would be the best tool for brand promotion, creating photo opportunities, and attracting online influencers.
Therefore, she has been researching high-end baking machines on the market recently, and knows that this field is almost completely monopolized by a few established giants from Germany, Italy and other countries.

While Tangyi Precision is a leader in domestic industrial manufacturing, it is not a consumer-grade product and has not put much effort into this area.

But now... they actually have such a mature AI baking machine prototype!
If... if she could get her hands on this machine, she could even customize it extensively with the other party, creating truly unique and differentiated flavors based on the taste preferences of different stores, cities, and customer groups.

That's an absolutely unparalleled selling point.

She began to experience it with excitement.

Secretary Chen stood beside her, professionally introducing the various "cutting-edge technologies" of the machine.

Xie Shuyu's expression grew increasingly agitated, her mind racing.

Just as she was completely absorbed in it.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone suddenly vibrated.

[Soft and warm]

Xie Shuyu said "sorry," quickly walked to a corner, and answered the phone.

"Hello? Wenruan."

"Mr. Xie, good evening. Are you free now?"

"No rush, what's up?" Xie Shuyu was completely focused on the lab and had no time for small talk. "It's like this, Nebula is currently preparing a 'New Domestic Brand Traffic Support Program,' and I've already added [Weiguang Coffee] to the first batch of core names. We'll be mobilizing the group's best MCNs and media resources to provide you with comprehensive, free promotion."

Xie Shuyu was overjoyed upon hearing this, "That's wonderful! Thank you, Wenruan!"

"You're welcome." The gentle, mature voice carried its usual lazy warmth. "We're on the same side, and we look forward to a deeper collaboration with President Xie, don't you agree?"

Xie Shuyu paused for a moment, then said, "Of course."

"Okay, that's all for now. I just wanted to tell you the good news in advance. I'm currently on a business trip in Shenzhen. Let's have dinner together when I get back to Yancheng."

"Well, okay, no problem."

hang up the phone.

Xie Shuyu's heart was filled with turmoil.

She glanced at the state-of-the-art equipment in the laboratory, then thought back to the tender promise she had just made.

That rational mind belonging to an entrepreneur was spinning rapidly.

Although the Tang and Song dynasties were somewhat promiscuous and had many women, it doesn't seem to be a bad thing.

Wenruan can provide her with the greatest support in the field of media marketing.

Needless to say, Ms. Ouyang only needs to provide a little help to give Weiguang Coffee a core competitive advantage.

Moreover, they will receive the strongest layer of protection from the top.

Moreover, she originally lacked confidence in relationships and marriage.

She never thought of going that far with Tang Song.

This seems good.

I should support him!
……

The studio was so quiet that only the soft scratching of the brush against the rice paper and the intertwined breathing of the two people could be heard.

Under the "hands-on" guidance of the Tang and Song dynasties.

Ouyang Xian Yue's pen strokes sometimes rise and sometimes fall.

The ink marks on the rice paper became somewhat disjointed because of her uncontrollable heartbeat.

The two of them exhaled softly almost simultaneously.

The air seemed to be enveloped in still ink, and even time itself became viscous.

Ouyang Xian Yue was the first to withdraw her hand and turn her back.

I started tidying up my desk at a leisurely pace.

Looking at her graceful and slender back, Tang Song was still savoring the physical contact they had just made.

Soon, Ouyang Xian Yue packed up the painting and handed it to him.

"Here you go, keep it safe."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ouyang Xian Yue didn't look at him again. "It's getting late, we should go back. Shu Yu must be getting impatient."

"Ah."

Tang Song nodded and followed her out of the studio.

The sound of their footsteps echoed in the long, dark wooden corridor.

They walked one in front of the other, yet always maintained a perfect distance.

Suddenly, Ouyang Xian Yue, who was walking in front, paused slightly.

He said it in a relaxed and casual tone:

"By the way, [Tang Jin] has been making a lot of moves in the United States lately, and I think... it's necessary to mention it to you."

"Smiling and taking control, he has established huge short positions in crude oil futures and the stocks of several traditional energy giants, and his style is very aggressive."

"Her trading skills have always been impeccable; we all trust her completely. But right now, the most important thing for our entire system is to maintain stability. It's just that she always seems to prefer this kind of high-leverage, high-risk financial speculation..."

She continued speaking.

In addition to the capital market, she also mentioned Kim's recent lobbying efforts in the political arenas of the United States and the European Union, which are equally radical and could lead to unpredictable consequences.

She did not ask Tang Song for his opinion, nor did she have any intention of "complaining".

He simply presented his observations and expressed his concerns from a macro perspective, in an objective and calm manner.

Tang Song listened quietly, his eyes deep, without giving any direct response.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived at the coffee shop on the first floor.

Ouyang Xian Yue stopped walking, and the serious topic came to an abrupt end.

She turned around, her gentle smile returning to her face. "We're here. Shuyu is waiting for you inside. Tomorrow is Monday. I've been resting for almost a week since I came back, and there are still many things waiting for me to handle at the company. I'll be flying back to Shenzhen early tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Tang Song nodded, his voice full of concern, "Take good care of yourself, don't overwork yourself."

"You too, although you are still young, but... you should always exercise some restraint in everything."

Ouyang Xian Yue's eyes glanced subtly at his lower abdomen before immediately looking away.

He is indeed very young, very... energetic.

Tang Song smiled but didn't say anything.

He simply watched the noblewoman before him quietly and attentively.

She has the classic beauty of an Eastern woman.

His bone structure is exceptionally beautiful, and his aura is timeless.

Ouyang Xian Yue felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. "What's wrong? Did something I said upset you? I really—"

She hasn't finished speaking yet.

A warm breath wafted towards me.

Tang Song suddenly leaned down and kissed her smooth, fair face.

A soft "pop" sound was amplified infinitely in the silent corridor.

Ouyang Xian Yue's pupils trembled, and a hint of panic appeared on her composed face.

Tang Song chuckled softly, "Thank you for reminding me."

He pushed open the door to the coffee shop behind him and stepped inside.

The warm light and shadow instantly swallowed his silhouette.

Ouyang Xian Yue stood quietly outside the door, her gaze fixed on the slowly closing door.

He closed his eyes gently.

……

In a luxurious penthouse apartment in Jiangcheng.

"BGM: Waiting for the wind to pass, kissing my eyelashes, blowing your warmth..."

"BGM: Those unspoken words are already being torn apart in my dreams..."

Soft musical notes flowed gently through the air.

Su Yu sat cross-legged on the soft wool carpet, holding a vintage wooden guitar in her arms. Her fingertips gently plucked the strings, her voice clear yet tinged with loneliness.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of Jiangcheng twinkles like a sea of ​​stars.

The light shone down from the ceiling, outlining her stunning profile.

Her eyelashes cast a soft shadow under her eyes, and her fair skin shone with a delicate luster, like flowing clouds.

She was wearing a soft white knit sweater, and her long, flowing hair cascaded over her shoulders.

Tranquil and dreamlike, like a phantom in the night that doesn't belong to the mortal world.

"Ding-dong—" WeChat notification sounded.

[Pikachu: "I might not be able to go back to Yancheng until next weekend. Something came up at home."]

Su Yu tapped the screen lightly and replied, "It's okay, I won't be there until the middle of this month. Is your family matter important?"

[Pikachu: "It's alright."]

Su Yu put down her phone and smiled.

Of course she knew what had happened to Cheng Qiuqiu's family.

She now takes her "die-hard fan" very seriously.

The main reason is that Tang Song's feelings for Cheng Qiuqiu were clearly extraordinary.

She was also very curious and wanted to see for herself what kind of person this girl, who resembled her in some ways, really was.

Why did Tang Song like her?

Of course, she is currently in a relatively stable emotional state and does not really intend to "punish" the other party.

The real "knocking" will have to wait until Christmas.

She would then have the girl go to Paris with her.

Tang Song has already participated in her "birthday lottery" event.

Once he has made up his mind, he will never go back on his word.

In other words, they will reunite on December 25th, Christmas Day, to celebrate the birthday she has been looking forward to for five years.

22 days left...

She couldn't wait any longer; every day she dreamed of the scene that might happen on that day.

She even wrote three songs about it.

Each song contains her unspeakable obsession and urgency.

The reason for choosing to go to Yancheng in the middle of the month was, of course, because at that time, Tang Song was going to New York to hold a shareholders' meeting with "the female devil" Jin Meixiao.

Then she'll just go straight to Yancheng and cause some trouble.

That woman must never be allowed to have her way.

Besides Cheng Qiuqiu, I should also meet Yao Lingling, who claims to be my "cyber girlfriend".

Who else? Xu Qing? Tian Jing?

Ha ha.

Before I officially returned to his side.

She had to let everyone know she existed and how deep her feelings for him really were.

A bewitching and cold smile slowly appeared on Su Yu's face.

Breathtakingly beautiful.

Just then, a knocking sound rang out on the door.

Mo Xiangwan, dressed in an elegant autumn outfit, pushed open the door and entered.

He said directly, "Ms. Ouyang just called. She said that she has already discussed the matter of the Tang Jin Family Office with Tang Song in person, and told us not to worry, that she will handle everything."

Su Yu's expression shifted slightly. "What about the plan for the pan-entertainment fund?"

“It may have to be put on hold for now.” Mo Xiangwan paused, her tone low but calm. “[Tangzong Entertainment] is, after all, a listed company, and any move it makes has far-reaching consequences. Any major capital move requires compliance approval. Ms. Ouyang means that the timing is not yet right.”

Su Yu frowned slightly, tapped the strings with her fingertips, and produced a dull echo.

"So, she didn't give a clear answer? Kim Mi-so will still be the head of the fund?"

"...That is currently the case."

The air fell silent.

Su Yu raised her head, her cool amber eyes seeming to be soaked in the night.

“I always felt that something was wrong with this.”

Mo Xiangwan frowned. "Something's not right?"

"Given Ouyang's personality, she either doesn't do something, or she does it to the extreme. She's been giving us the runaround for the past few days, and now she's leaving the city tomorrow. In the end, she only gave us an ambiguous answer, which is not in line with her style."

Mo Xiangwan pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "After all, this matter concerns Tang Song, and she may have her own concerns as well."

Su Yu lowered his head in deep thought.

After a long while, she suddenly spoke in a low voice, "Sister Xiang Wan—"

"Ok?"

"Do you think it's possible that Ouyang Xian Yue also has her own ulterior motives?"

"What are you up to?"

Su Yu said, enunciating each word clearly, "For example, after meeting Tang Song, she also wanted to become his wife."

The air froze for a moment.

"That's impossible!" Mo Xiangwan retorted instinctively, "Given Ms. Ouyang's status, it's impossible. She's already thirty-six years old, and she's been married before..."

"Why is it impossible?" Su Yu looked into her eyes and said, "Sister Xiang Wan, you are already thirty-five years old. Let me ask you, if Tang Song wanted to marry you, would you have the courage to refuse?"

Mo Xiangwan blurted out, "Of course I..."

Su Yu plucked a string on the zither.

A sharp "clang" cut off Mo Xiangwan's unspoken words.

She lowered her eyes, her fingers gently caressing the strings. "My intuition as a woman is never wrong, especially when it comes to him."

(End of this chapter)