As a carefully nurtured golden canary, Zhao Yaqian’s social circle was inherently limited.
The rapid elevation of her status caused her to lose old friends and yet not truly establish a network in the new world.
The world outside was both fresh and fraught with risks for her.
If she wanted to break the ice, as the system suggested, her truly suitable "social domain" should actually start with the "other won" by his side.
Lin Muxue was a perfect example.
Others like Xie Shuyu and Wen Ruan were also very suitable.
They were more mature and rational, without any malice towards Zhao Yaqian, and might even guide and support her to so extent.
If they could successfully establish a certain level of trust and cooperation, they might create a synergy in emotions and career.
In fact, the "Vice President" title Zhao Yaqian recently received was sowhat similar in nature to the "Special Consultant Position" awarded to Wen Ruan.
Both were honorary titles within the Tang Jin System.
The difference being Wen Ruan was closer to the epicenter of power, while Zhao Yaqian was gently brought into the halo of glory.
But regardless, both of them had stepped into the sa territory of this giant tower.
They would eventually et at certain occasions.
Speaking of it, his two earliest partners and lovers still didn’t know each other, had never t, nor had any interaction.
This was naturally due to their personality, background, and social circle differences.
But ultimately, it was his own "inaction."
He exhaled and glanced at the beautician next to him.
Tang Song made up his mind.
It was about ti.
Tang Jin Manor was ready to be used.
It was also ti to let these people get acquainted!
...
The lights slowly dimd, and the room fell into a soft darkness.
Before sleeping, Tang Song suddenly rembered sothing, picked up his phone, opened QQ, and switched accounts.
Opened Zhang Yan’s chat box.
Still no new ssages.
It’s actually quite normal for people to be busy, to forget, to be filled with new life.
Yet for so reason, a subtle emotional ripple always surfaced in his heart, feeling like sothing was missing.
Thinking about the upcoming trip to Yang City, his emotions slightly stirred.
Given his current emotional intelligence, experience, and the scattered pieces of information acquired in recent days, he had already roughly sketched out Zhang Yan’s psychological state.
Much like Liu Qingning to him, Zhang Yan might have treated him as her first love.
However, since graduating middle school, he was enveloped by his own first love, desperately chasing Liu Qingning’s steps.
Little did he know, this middle school classmate was also always pursuing his steps, silently watching him.
From retaking the exam at Second High School to studying at Yan City Agricultural University, from interning in Imperial City to the semi-underground in Tiantong Garden...
Every ssage she left on QQ was sent under the state of "not visible to him."
Those texts never sought a response, but every word was sincere and gentle.
Anyone who suddenly learns of such a thing would unavoidably feel deeply touched inside.
However, Zhang Yan left Imperial City and moved to Yang City three years ago.
Has she now let go?
Has "Tang Song" already turned into a symbol and a form of solace in her heart?
It was precisely because of this that he never actively contacted her.
She was a part of youth that was once overlooked but indeed existed.
"You look the sa as before, but I am different."
He murmured to himself, slowly closing his eyes.
...
October 25, 2023, Wednesday, sunny, 12~30℃.
am, morning.
The alarm rang on schedule.
Shen Yuyan slowly opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling in a daze until her mind fully awoke, then abruptly sat up, rubbing her ssy locks.
She subconsciously glanced out the window, the sky barely lit, the thin mist still lingered.
The city’s contours gradually beca clear in the morning light.
She got out of bed, opened her suitcase, and began to tidy up.
She had packed most of her luggage before sleep last night, leaving only important docunts and materials to be confird.
Opened the bedside drawer, took out her travel pass, APEC card, spare ID card, business card holder, and a thick research handbook.
Inside were the organizational structure of the Xiang River headquarters and recent business dynamics she personally compiled, even including the personality traits and preferences of several core executives.
After confirming no error, Shen Yuyan neatly packed these materials into the handbag and returned to the suitcase.
Arranged spare data cables, power adapters, perfu samples, and a folding ironing board ticulously.
No mistakes were permitted.
All preparations completed.
She stood up, walked to the wardrobe, and changed into sportswear.
Looked in the mirror.
Shen Yuyan smiled with satisfaction, struck a pose.
She stepped onto the balcony, picked up her phone, "snap."
Her fair, slender legs, the slightly exposed small waist of her top, ponytail, and the just right morning light made her look vibrant and alluring.
Shared the photo with Tang Song, carefully wording her ssage: "Good morning, Boss, feeling great today, ready to hike, run, and carry. Excited about flying to Xiang River today, looking forward to eting you in Xiang River (#wink),"
Then added the emojis of a plane, shoes, and peach behind.
Clicked send.
She hesitated for a mont and opened Lin Muxue’s chat box.
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