Mo Xiangwan’s voice was clear, decisive, and without hesitation.
Wen Ruan felt as if she had been struck by lightning, suddenly standing up from the wicker chair.
"This... this..." she murmured to herself, her hands clenched tight, her cheeks flushing with intense redness.
"You didn’t hear wrong." Mo Xiangwan calmly continued, "This office was initially established with Tang Song at its core, it’s serving him. Of course, the Jin is indeed Chairman Jin, but the true initiator is Tang Song."
Wen Ruan’s breathing was uncontrollably rapid, her chest heaving with intensity, gripping her phone tightly.
Many accumulated doubts were finally resolved.
In other words, TY Precision, ditation Capital, Smile Holding, these world-renowned top-tier enterprises, were all gathered under his control.
Oh my heavens! What kind of monster is this!
If I tell Jin ixiao and Su Yu that I rubbed him under , wouldn’t...
Oh my! Just the thought is a bit thrilling!
This sense of achievent, this emotional value, it just skyrockets to the heavens!
Fortunately, Zhuangzhuang has a strong endurance, having been shocked many tis.
If she had known these things when they first were together, she would have been scared silly.
After a long silence.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, "Sister Xiangwan, you telling this, is it hoping I..."
Mo Xiangwan’s voice was gentle, yet concealed with sharpness, "Due to special reasons, Tang Song has temporarily left the Tang Jin Family Office, currently Jin ixiao is managing everything. But recently, he intends to appoint a trusted person into the family office to convey so of his wishes."
Wen Ruan instantly felt her mouth dry and her heart pounding like a drum, "You an?"
Mo Xiangwan’s tone was firm, continuing, "Yes, how important this position is, I don’t need to say more. With your intelligence and experience, you can surely understand.
Once you enter the Tang Jin Family, it ans you truly enter his core, possessing a platform to directly dialogue with Chairman Jin.
Tang Song will soon go to Xiang River, and since Xiang River is so close to Shen City, he can’t not see Liu Qingning.
Ruannuan, will you let this opportunity slip by?
At the end of the day, this is a family office centered around Tang Song.
Are kings and nobles truly born special?"
Wen Ruan’s eye twitched, this sounded like she was being encouraged to "usurp the throne and rebel."
Mo Xiangwan’s tone was gentle and restrained, but the information and intent in her words clearly carried a sense of "conspiracy."
She vaguely felt sothing was off, but couldn’t quite comprehend.
"Sister Xiangwan," Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, finally opening up, her tone tense, "This matter is too significant... I need to think it over thoroughly."
"I understand, what you said is very true." Mo Xiangwan didn’t press further, her voice instead carried a hint of admiration, "Think it over carefully, I believe you are aware."
"Thank you, Sister Xiangwan, goodbye."
As she disconnected the call, she let out a long breath, the strength drained from her, slumping back into the wicker chair.
She instinctively curled her toes, her gaze flickering uncertainly.
What Mo Xiangwan said was indeed very compelling.
Of course, she harbors no envy for the vast wealth of the Tang Jin Family, her current financial situation has already achieved complete financial freedom, both fa and fortune.
Instead, it’s because Tang Song’s family office represents the entrance to his future family legacy.
Involving the next generation.
Moreover, if he is willing to choose her, it proves her significance in his heart.
Even the most considerate woman, when facing love, tends to be a bit selfish.
Just then.
"Ring, ring—" The phone rang again.
It was from an unfamiliar number in Shen City.
Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat, the ntion of Shen City made her think of Liu Qingning.
After hesitating for a mont, she answered the call, "Hello?"
A deep, clear, magnetic female voice ca through the receiver, carrying a unique mature aura, "Hello, Wen Ruan. I’m Ouyang Xianyue."
"Ah?!"
Wen Ruan’s peach-shaped bottom bounced up with a "Duang~."
Her voice rose unconsciously out of excitent, "Hello, Miss Ouyang."
"Good afternoon, am I interrupting you?"
"No, no interruption, talking with you is my honor." Wen Ruan quickly adjusted her emotions, trying to remain calm, "May I ask, why are you calling ?"
A light chuckle ca from the other end of the phone, "I’ve always wanted to find a ti to et with you, sit down, and chat. But I’m indeed busy, and worry that approaching you suddenly might make you misunderstand sothing. Today I called because there’s sothing I want you to hear directly from ."
Wen Ruan inadvertently held her breath, "Please, I’m listening."
Ouyang Xianyue’s voice was unhurried, each word steady like a finely honed precision instrunt:
"Wen Ruan, I’ve been watching you all along. You’re a smart, clear-headed, rare pure woman."
"Many people beco utilitarian because they’re smart, beco detached because they’re clear-headed, beco fragile because they’re pure. But you haven’t, and that is rare and very precious."
"Just wanted to personally tell you—I admire you. Sincerely, earnestly admire you."
"Also hope, at so important juncture in the future, to have the chance to work alongside you."
The honest admiration from Ouyang Xianyue was like a huge jar of extra-strength soul soup, instantly drowning the poor Zhuangzhuang.
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