Shanghai.
The train slowly ca to a stop at Hongqiao Railway Station, with the platform lights spilling into the business class carriage through the windows.
Tang Song slung his backpack over his shoulder, picked up his suitcase, and was guided by the conductor out of the carriage door.
Following the signs inside the station, he navigated through the throngs of people in the exit passage and arrived at the taxi waiting area.
After waiting in line for a mont, a taxi steadily stopped in front of him.
Once in the car, he reported his safe arrival to Xie Shuyu, Liu Qingning, Wen Ruan, and others.
Tang Song put away his phone and lowered the car window slightly, allowing the evening breeze to rush in.
During this season in Shanghai, the temperature stays between 20~26℃ all day, with low relative humidity, making it very comfortable.
As the taxi drove into the city’s borders.
Outside the window, the city’s lights were dazzling, with neon lights reflecting the prosperity and vitality of this financial hub.
Seemingly thinking of sothing, Tang Song took out his phone and dialed Mo Xiangwan’s number.
"Ring ring—" After two rings, the call was connected.
Mo Xiangwan’s low, slightly magnetic voice ca through the receiver: "Good evening, President Tang."
"Good evening, Xiangwan," Tang Song chuckled lightly, "Guess where I am?"
Mo Xiangwan paused, then replied in a confident tone, "Shanghai! It’s already the 2nd today, you should have arrived according to plan, right?"
"Correct, I’ll reward you with a kiss," Tang Song half-jokingly said, and even made a kissing sound to the phone.
On the other end, Mo Xiangwan was obviously a bit bewildered, after a brief silence, stamred, "This... seems inappropriate..."
"Alright, just kidding, onto serious matters. The day after tomorrow, besides visiting the set, I plan to accompany Su Yu as a special guest star and complete a scene together."
"Really?" Mo Xiangwan’s voice suddenly rose, even carrying a bit of a scream.
With a serious tone, Tang Song said, "Of course, don’t tell her about it yet, just help arrange it as a surprise."
"Got it! Leave it to !" Mo Xiangwan said excitedly, "I’ll make sure it’s done well."
The two of them briefly discussed so details about the schedule on the phone.
Just before hanging up, Mo Xiangwan suddenly lowered his voice and solemnly said, "Thank you, President Tang."
...
21:50 at night.
The taxi slowly drove into JW Marriott Hotel at Tomorrow Square.
After completing the check-in procedures in the lobby, Tang Song returned to his long-term executive suite on the 59th floor.
In the walk-in closet, the familiar safe stood there as always.
Tang Song reached out and grasped the handle of the safe, his thumb gently touching the fingerprint scanner.
"Click—click—" A few crisp and clear clicks later, the safe opened.
A stack of envelopes was neatly placed inside.
Inside were invitations to Su Yu’s concerts, movie premieres, birthday parties, and celebration parties through the years.
In the ga, he only saw them as insignificant notification ssages and didn’t pay much attention to them.
Only when the system occasionally reminded him to maintain affinity or gift sothing did he placate her a little.
This [celebrity] was very well-behaved; as long as he "sweet-talked" a bit, her affinity would imdiately return to full marks.
But in reality, he realized how cruel this approach was.
Now, much ti has passed, and he could finally fulfill an invitation.
After seriously looking through them for a while, Tang Song got up, went to the minibar, and casually took out a bottle of beer.
Leaning against the single-seater sofa by the window, directly facing the splendid night view of the Pudong trio.
As he drank, he fell into contemplation.
As of now, he had only recovered the dream mories from 2016, while his encounter with Su Yu was in 2017.
Towards Su Yu, there were still missing gaps in his mory, far from having a deep understanding.
Even now, he mostly saw her as the perfect [celebrity] he had nurtured in the ga.
He hoped that this interaction and connection with Su Yu could trigger the [mory Feather], and retrieve the shared mories between them.
"Ding dong—" The WeChat notification interrupted his thoughts.
Tang Song took out his phone, a smile naturally appearing on his lips.
[Anne: "Hey, Song!...(Hey, Song! I hope I’m not interrupting your evening plans. It’s about 10 PM in Huaxia, right? Here in New York, it’s just 10 AM. I’m about to board my flight and should land at Hongqiao Airport in Shanghai around 1:30 PM tomorrow.)"]
Tang Song quickly replied, "Got it, Anne. I’m very much looking forward to eting you tomorrow."
[Anne: "Wait a minute... are you already in Shanghai?! You didn’t ntion this before!"]
Tang Song looked at the string of exclamation marks and couldn’t help but chuckle as he replied, "Just arrived tonight, you ntioned you’d be in Shanghai on the 3rd, so I planned my ti around that."
[Anne: "Wow, this is such a fantastic surprise, Song! So... you will pick up from the airport, right? Tell you will!"]
Tang Song: "Of course, if that’s what you’d like."
[Anne: "Great! See you tomorrow, dear!"]
A red lips and hug emoji were also attached.
Tang Song shook his head with a smile, marveling at the enthusiasm and straightforwardness of this Arican girl.
He couldn’t help but picture her blonde hair and blue eyes in his mind.
In fact, besides Su Yu, he was also looking forward to eting this [consultant] for a aningful face-to-face interaction for the first ti.
This white girl was born in Brooklyn, grew up in Manhattan, and graduated from Harvard Law School.
Smart, decisive, and confident, with a touch of Arican humor, she always managed to leave a favorable impression.
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