Anne Kate walked into the living room with elegant steps. Her golden hair shimred with a soft luster under the lights, carrying an undeniable aura of pressure.
Her gaze was mixed with curiosity, surprise, and defiance.
It seed she was evaluating why she appeared so "strong."
How could she possibly rub Tang Song in the dirt while playing ball?
In June, when Su Yu was holding a concert in Yan City, to prevent that female star from really losing control.
Secretary Jin specifically arranged for her to fly to Yan City and stay with Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan in Tang Song’s apartnt.
It was also at that ti that she first t Tang Song’s then "rumored girlfriend" Wen Ruan.
And today, compared to the last brief eting, Wen Ruan in front of her was even more alluring, exuding a rich femininity from head to toe.
The most significant change was her skin and her overall deanor—it was delicate and radiant, her posture serene and graceful.
Especially that inherent allure, it was simply srizing.
From Anne’s perspective, such a woman was practically a bed-born enchantress.
She certainly seed to have more than decent fighting power.
Yet, she still couldn’t quite understand how she managed to defeat Tang Song.
If possible, she genuinely wanted to exchange so "experience" with her and learn so techniques.
"Hello, Ms. Kate, I’ve heard so much about you." Wen Ruan’s voice broke the silence, polite and gentle, but with a hint of wariness in her eyes.
"Just call Anne, dear." Anne chuckled lightly, walking over with cat-like grace, "Oh, your figure is so fabulous, it’s no wonder Song is so fond of you. Honestly, I quite like it too."
Wen Ruan pressed her lips together, feeling sowhat awkward, yet externally maintaining a composed deanor: "Thank you for the complint."
This was, after all, one of the heirs to the Kate Consortium and a co-founder of ditation Capital.
Though she often bantered with Tang Song on WeChat, facing the palpable aura in person was undeniably intimidating.
Imdiately, Wen Ruan couldn’t help but study this Western beauty, a hint of amazent flashing through her eyes.
She wore a black suit jacket, the open V-neck revealing a fitted white camisole inside, outlining a proud figure.
The black pencil skirt at her waist was simple and neat, exposing long, toned legs that looked particularly enticing under the lights.
There was a forceful yet seductive pressure about her whole being.
In terms of looks, figure, and presence, she was the most outstanding among the Caucasians she’d co across.
In one aspect, she felt both Su Yu and Chairman Jin had sowhat "misjudged."
That is, they seed to not understand at all how lustful Tang Song truly was.
And as soone who knew Tang Song’s sexual preferences the best, she had an intuition at the first sight of the Western beauty.
Tang Song had very likely already made a move on Anne Kate.
Noticing the change in her expression, Anne smiled brightly, then opened her arms, giving her a warm hug.
Two bosoms faced off directly.
Wen Ruan’s expression was a bit stiff, but she still reciprocated the affectionate gesture politely.
"I think we will beco very good friends, right, Wen Ruan?" Anne rested a hand on her shoulder, speaking with lazy confidence.
Wen Ruan was taken aback, "Uh... yes, I look forward to being your friend."
"No need for formalities, dear, where are you staying tonight?"
"Bulgari Hotel in the Imperial City."
"Wow, just so happens I’m planning to stay at that hotel too!" Anne raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, "Perhaps we could share a room? What do you think? Song often ntions you in front of , I have so much to chat with you about."
Anne’s blue eyes sparkled with excitent.
Wen Ruan’s eyes twitched, feeling that the other’s enthusiasm was sowhat overwhelming.
As she hesitated over how to respond, a steady and elegant footstep ca from deep within the room.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
Anne and Wen Ruan simultaneously turned their heads to see Secretary Jin approaching.
She wore a dark cyan long-sleeve top and high-waisted pencil pants in dark grey, the fluid lines showcasing a perfect figure.
Her brown hair was twisted up with a wooden hairpin, with a few strands falling alongside her cheeks, complenting her extraordinarily beautiful face.
Secretary Jin’s gaze swept over, carrying an invisible pressure.
Anne quickly withdrew her hand from Wen Ruan’s shoulder, the two also stood a little straighter.
"Mira, I’ve truly missed you!"
Anne happily exclaid, stepping forward to hug Secretary Jin, only to be gently pushed away.
"It seems you’ve already t?" Secretary Jin spoke calmly, but her gaze quickly assessed their positions and expressions, "Anne, mind your manners."
Anne raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence: "Fine, fine, Mira! I just want to exchange thoughts with Wen Ruan. After all, we both have an exceptionally close relationship with Song."
She deliberately elongated the tone, her gaze carrying a peculiarity, as if testing sothing.
Secretary Jin did not dwell on the matter any further, gesturing as she spoke, "I’ve just arrived ho not long ago, let’s sit down for so tea and discuss so business."
Having said that, she walked gracefully to the main seat, as if the entire space recalibrated at her return.
Shangguan Qiuya stepped forward to pour tea for the three of them.
The air was thick with an indescribable tension.
Wen Ruan sat opposite Secretary Jin, trying to appear more natural.
She had checked into the hotel at 7 PM, only to be brought here by Shangguan Qiuya a bit after 8 PM.
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