The skyline outside the window glowed with a faint golden hue.
Shen Yuyan sat at her desk by the window, her fingers swiftly moving across the keyboard.
After organizing and sending the docunts one by one to Lin Muxue’s corporate email, she exhaled a long breath.
In any case, at the headquarters here, she couldn’t afford to expose any discord with Lin Muxue.
Once the core executives at headquarters noticed, it would not only affect her professional image but also likely displease Tang Song.
She paused slightly and reopened the saved company organizational chart.
Gazing at the organizational chart list, her gaze gradually beca deep and pensive.
Having stayed at the headquarters for two days, she had already noticed so "abnormal details."
For example, the unusually low attendance of the executive team.
Theoretically, with her and Lin Muxue both representing Tang Song with the title "assistant" at the Xiang River headquarters, it should have been an opportunity for the core executive team to show up, or at least a token welco arrangent should have been made.
But reality was far from that.
The Vice President in charge of fundraising Simon, the head of the rgers and Acquisitions and Cross-border Investnt Departnt William Zheng, the General Counsel for Legal Compliance Liu Jiachen, HRD Yao icun...
All seven executives she marked as "key figures" on the organizational chart were absent.
It wasn’t due to leave or shifts but a "collective disappearance" without any indication.
She had casually ntioned this to Vivian and others in the pantry but was t with responses like, "Not too sure, seems like so internal transfers," or "They’re involved in confidential projects, probably can’t disclose anything."
Ambiguous, evasive.
Yet the more vague it was, the more it indicated sothing unusual.
Based on her judgnt, these people were likely temporarily reassigned to participate in an extrely important, incredibly sensitive capital operation or strategic project.
The project might impact the stock market trends and Rongliu Capital’s future developnt, hence why there was an internal "blocking order."
Upon this thought, Shen Yuyan’s mind began to race.
This is an opportunity.
Although she wasn’t sure about the specific content, she could at least affirm that this was a highly valuable "information gap."
It’s the key to breaking free from Lin Muxue’s shadow!
Tang Song is about to arrive in Xiang River.
Then, perhaps she could probe subtly under the guise of "assisting headquarters affairs."
At this mont.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
The phone screen vibrated and lit up.
Shen Yuyan glanced down; soone had ntioned her in the Class 2 of First Middle School alumni group.
She opened the group chat interface and ssages popped up one after another:
[Cheng Ziwei: "@Shen Yuyan @Bai nglin @Ji Yingying, I just heard you all are in Xiang River now? Wow, the three most impressive girls from our class are having a reunion."]
[Yingying and Yuyan are also in Xiang River? Is it for business trips?]
[It’s a pity I’m busy with work, or I’d definitely join, I’m so close by in Shen City.]
...
Shen Yuyan raised an eyebrow and directly opened Ji Yingying’s Monts.
Sure enough, a recent post popped up, posted two hours earlier.
[Ji Yingying: "Landed in Xiang River, excited to et two high school friends while on this business trip."]
Below was an old photo from high school—a group photo of her, Bai nglin, and Shen Yuyan.
Youthful and radiant, strikingly beautiful.
Clearly, this spirited high school rival was beginning to set the stage for her "glorious return."
In fact, she and Ji Yingying never really got along.
Unlike her, Ji Yingying ca from an extrely affluent family, with parents in industry and assets over ten million yuan.
Generous, loves luxury brands, ambitious and proud, a typical "beautiful and rich girl."
During school, Ji Yingying was extrely conscious of her "presence," often clashing with her.
After graduating high school, the two had hardly any contact.
This trip to Xiang River was clearly aid at her.
At this mont, another alert popped up in the group.
[Bai nglin: "@Yuyan it’s not really a business trip, she’s recently made a career move to an assisting director position at a private equity firm headquartered in Xiang River, impressive! Right at the IFC in Central, so we’ll probably et more often."]
As soon as this ssage was sent, the group chat exploded.
Shen Yuyan’s eyes glead slightly, her lips curving in a subtle smile.
Imdiately, Ji Yingying replied.
[Ji Yingying: "@Yuyan, quite the secret, but great news! I’ll host tonight; the three of us should et up and celebrate you!"]
[Shen Yuyan: "If it’s to celebrate , then I should treat you two."]
[Ji Yingying: "I handle investor relations at my company, often hosting clients, have so resources in this area, so let arrange it. How about ’Huaxia Club’ in Central Xiang River? You and nglin are right nearby."]
With her words, the group buzzed again.
Many, unfamiliar with the na, began to search it.
Within minutes, screenshots flooded the chat.
Looking at her classmates’ screenshots and explanations, Shen Yuyan quickly understood the restaurant’s background.
It’s one of the most iconic high-end private clubs in Xiang River, located on the 13th to 15th floors of the old Huaxia Bank building in Central.
Invitations are strictly controlled, with mbership fees once reaching 150,000 HKD, comprising financial elites, tycoons, and celebrities.
A typical gathering place for capital and elite circles.
After a mont of deliberation, Shen Yuyan replied: "Alright, thank you, Yingying, for the generous offer."
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
A new ssage popped up.
[Lin Muxue: "Shirley, I’ve read your email. So parts aren’t very clear; could you co to my office?"]
Shen Yuyan glanced at the ssage, her lips curling slightly, she stood up and picked up her laptop, heading out.
Arriving at the office next door, she lightly knocked on the door.
"Luna." She greeted warmly.
"Shirley." Lin Muxue sat elegantly behind her desk, gesturing to the nearby seat, "Co on, there are a few things I’d like to consult with you about."
"Okay."
Once they were seated side by side, Lin Muxue indeed raised questions one by one, from structural explanations to data logic, asking in detail and uncharacteristically sincerely.
Shen Yuyan slightly raised her eyebrows, explaining while observing Lin Muxue’s expressions, yet ripples arose within her.
Previously, Lin Muxue, although appearing aggressive, was straightforward and easy to handle.
Now, with this unexpected change, she was harder to fathom.
Who knows what she’s plotting?
The sky gradually darkened.
Close to the end of the workday.
Lin Muxue closed the materials in her hands, turning with a smile, "Thank you, Shirley, let’s have dinner tonight at Long Jingxuan, you’ll definitely love it."
Shen Yuyan shook her head, "Sorry Luna, I have another high school friend who just arrived in Xiang River, I’m eting her for dinner at Huaxia Club."
"Oh?" Lin Muxue raised an eyebrow, her smile unmoved, "Then forget it, I’ll treat you another ti."
"Sure." Shen Yuyan glanced at her watch, "I need to pack up and get going, see you, bye-bye."
"Bye." Lin Muxue watched her back, her thoughts slowly floating.
Huaxia Club?
She’d heard of it for a long ti and was actually quite interested in joining the fun.
At this mont.
"Ring ring ring—" the phone rang.
[Mo Xiangwan]
Lin Muxue imdiately answered, "Hello, Sister Xiang Wan."
"Good evening, Muxue, have you gotten off work yet?"
"Yes, just finished tidying up."
"Here’s the thing." Mo Xiangwan’s voice was always gentle and steady, "For tomorrow’s LVMH private dinner, I’ve arranged for two people to accompany you to help you network."
"Great, thank you, Sister Xiang Wan, for the trouble."
"No need to be so formal, they’ll add you on WeChat later."
"Got it, thanks."
"Alright, get so rest, bye-bye."
"Bye-bye."
Soon after the call ended.
A friend request popped up on the WeChat screen.
Seeing the nickna and profile picture, Lin Muxue’s heart skipped a beat.
[Bei Yuwei/requested to add you as a friend.]
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