"Let’s play a choice ga," Tang Song unbuckled the seatbelt and turned to look at her.
Shen Yuyan was montarily stunned, pressing her legs together, her face slightly flushed, "I’ll listen to you."
[Choice ga? Is he planning to make a move?]
Tang Song took out two exquisite naplates from inside his suit pocket, holding them in the palms of his hands.
"Since you are accompanying to the ’Night of Investors’, you naturally need a corresponding identity. Now I give you two choices."
Shen Yuyan instantly sat up straight, her gaze brightened, "Oh, that’s what you an. Sure, it doesn’t really matter, as long as I can join you."
Tang Song smiled slightly, looking into her eyes, "You have to choose one. The first is a temporary ’Special Consultant’ for my company, to accompany and offer so unique industry perspectives; the second, you can attend as my ’Special Assistant’, helping with socializing and engagents at the banquet."
Hearing this, Shen Yuyan was taken aback, her heart stirred in waves.
These two options seed simple, yet hidden within them were subtle implications—
"Special Consultant" implied a more equal relationship with Tang Song, enjoying an independent social status, more glamorous and respected. The downside was being sowhat more distant from Tang Song.
Whereas "Special Assistant" suggested a subordinate status, dependent on Tang Song, but also represented being ’one of us’. If Tang Song socialized with others, she would be beside him, collecting business cards and interacting with more people in the capacity of an assistant.
The barrage continued floating above:
[Choosing consultant makes appear independent, but will he think I’m not close enough to him?]
[Choosing assistant—isn’t that status too low? How will I retaliate and save face then? Yet, it’s clearly a chance to get closer to him...]
...
Shen Yuyan’s eyes flickered intensely, her mind racing.
Her gaze wandered between the two naplates in Tang Song’s hands, fingertips unconsciously caressing the chain of her Chanel bag.
She couldn’t see the information on them, nor did she know which company Tang Song was referring to.
However, she had previously learned that after discovering Tang Song was a major shareholder of Lanfeng International Hotel, she had looked up related company information online.
She knew he owned: Songi Clothing, Lanfeng International, Knowledgeable and others.
Besides that was the unsearchable ’Gathering Emotion Gold’.
If Tang Song was attending under the company’s na and wanted to obtain a VIP invitation, the biggest possibility was—Gathering Emotion Gold.
She rembered this company vividly because Lin Muxue was an assistant to its committee.
This is an overseas trust company that collaborates with nurous well-known enterprises, managing over 150 million US dollars.
If it’s as a ’Special Consultant’ for Gathering Emotion Gold, that’s definitely high-profile.
Even if facing Wang Yubo, Ren Mingyuan, she’d handle it calmly, showcasing herself and putting them in their place.
But if she attended as Tang Song’s special assistant, Wang Yubo might mock her; after all, his offer at the ti was to beco his assistant.
In the quiet car, only slightly hurried breathing could be heard.
Just as she was torn in her dilemma.
"Buzz buzz buzz—" Her phone started vibrating intensely.
It was an unfamiliar Shanghai local number.
Just the opportunity she needed to organize her thoughts.
She pursed her lips and gave Tang Song beside her a faint smile, "Sorry, let take this call."
After speaking, she casually answered and pressed the phone to her ear, her tone polite yet distant, "Hello, who is this?"
Soon after, a familiar, deep voice ca through the receiver, carrying an undeniable pressure: "There’s less than an hour before the event starts, you only have this one opportunity. Once missed, you know the consequences, don’t you, Assistant Shen?"
Wang Yubo’s voice wrapped around her ear like a venomous snake, causing her blood to surge.
Shen Yuyan’s hand abruptly tightened, hanging up the call directly, "Telemarketing call, it’s nothing."
Although she tried to maintain a calm expression, her heart was completely chaotic.
Last night after returning to the hotel, Wang Yubo had called her, but she decisively blocked his number after a few words.
Unexpectedly, he still had thoughts about her, and his tone carried a sense of certainty in control, as if already convinced she’d succumb.
The barrage started turning red:
[Does he think I’ll crawl back to him like a dog? Ha... haha...]
[Wang Yubo, you wait, your nightmare is just beginning!]
[The man I’ve chosen is far more excellent than you! He knows Zheng Qiudong! He knows Shangguan Qiuya! He himself is a billionaire!]
[Soday, I’ll stand on top of a high building, looking down at you! Retaliating with humiliation a hundredfold!]
Her nails dug deep into her palm, the pain maintaining a perfect smile curve.
[Calm down... Shen Yuyan... absolutely cannot lose composure in front of this man!]
...
Tang Song did not rush her, rely watched quietly, the corners of his lips holding a barely perceptible smile, as if appreciating her beauty.
Shen Yuyan raised her head, reached out, and gently pointed at Tang Song’s left hand.
"I choose ’Special Advisor’, I’ve always dread of fighting alongside the Attractive Man, so this counts as fulfilling a dream for ."
Her voice carried a deliberate calm and consideration, as if this choice was all because of Tang Song.
"Are you sure? I’ll ask you one last ti." Tang Song placed his hands in front of her.
Shen Yuyan’s pupils trembled.
[What does he an? Which one does he actually want to choose?!]
[No way! I can’t hesitate too long, it’ll reveal my thoughts, he’ll think I’m too calculative...]
The struggle within her was like a rising tide, but she tried hard to appear calm and composed.
Finally, she took a deep breath and held Tang Song’s left hand, "Of course, my thoughts are simple, I just want to be with you, actually, either choice is the sa. But if I choose the assistant, I’m afraid Xue will be angry with once she knows."
Shen Yuyan covered her mouth and laughed lightly, "After all, we’re like sisters."
Comnts: [Hmph! Fake sisters! Just see if I care about you in the future!]
Tang Song gave her a deep look and released his palm.
He witnessed Shen Yuyan’s inner journey the whole ti, and it touched him deeply.
He also understood the true aning of the second act of the subplot.
Conflict and choice, ambition and pride, arrogance and inferiority, desire and regret.
School Beauty Shen really is such a typical person, no wonder [Whisper of Human Nature] chose her.
Just wondering, when she discovers the ’truth’ later, what kind of expression will she have?
"Alright, congratulations, Consultant Shen. I hope you can offer so ’unique perspectives’ tonight..."
"Thank you, Tang Song, I won’t let you down."
Shen Yuyan finally saw her own naplate.
Silver tallic material, outstanding texture, extrely exquisite workmanship.
Standard bilingual symtrical layout.
Left side in English, the right side is the Chinese description.
Na: SHIRLEY (Shen Yuyan)
Position: SPECIAL ADVISOR, Confluent Capital (Rongliu Capital · Special Advisor)
Corporate Identification: Confluent Capital Limited (Rongliu Capital)
Industry Label: Cross-border Capital
At the very center top, is the company’s logo, using the infinity symbol (∞) as the core design, integrating abstract flowing lines, modern, simple, and tech-savvy.
This is an investnt company she had never heard of before.
Probably similar to Gathering Emotion Gold, an overseas investnt company, most likely also related to Tang Song.
But the class is undeniably high.
Looking at the naplate, Shen Yuyan’s face flushed with excitent.
Her ears filled with the sound of "thump thump thump."
This was an inexplicable sixth sense, as if she had touched sothing she had always longed for.
[Shirley... Special Advisor... Cross-border Capital...]
[Will he think I’m too calculative?]
[But this is my last pride...]
"Now, pin it on your left chest, do you need my help?" Tang Song’s tone was laced with an almost imperceptible tease.
Shen Yuyan covered her mouth and chuckled, responding in a joking tone, "Sure, if President Tang is willing."
As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Song smiled slightly, reaching out to take the naplate from her hand.
"Click——" The tallic clasp popping open was particularly clear in the enclosed compartnt.
His actions were natural and casual, but they made Shen Yuyan’s heart tighten.
Tang Song indeed reached towards her chest area.
Through the soft fabric of her clothes, his warm fingertips inadvertently touched her skin.
At that mont, Shen Yuyan felt her heart skip a beat, her whole body frozen as if struck by an electric current.
Her eyes widened suddenly, her earlobes quickly turning red, even her breathing beca rapid.
An unprecedented tingling sensation spread from her chest to her entire body.
[Calm down! Shen Yuyan, why are you so uncomposed? Why are your legs shaking!]
[You’re here for revenge! Not to fall head over heels!]
[No way! How do I divert his attention later, so I can secretly pad with toilet paper?]
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