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As they talked, a group of six or seven bejeweled won made their grand exit from the VIP room along the internal corridor.
Just as they reached the entrance to the "Star Language Hall" on the west side, they were t with a burst of youthful and enthusiastic laughter.
It was then that they saw Lin Jingming, adored like the center of the universe, with the poised Tian Jing by his side.
At a glance, they could see Lin Jingming, surrounded by a circle of young admirers as if he were the center of the universe.
And standing gracefully beside him, wearing an exquisite formal gown, was Tian Jing.
Everyone was engaged in lively conversation, filled with joyous laughter.
"Mannan, look at that, these two really look like a perfect match!" Chen Man’s friend lightly nudged her with an elbow.
The others nodded in agreent, their eyes filled with admiration for Lin Jingming.
Chen Man gazed at Lin Jingming, elegant and confident, with a distinguished bearing, and sighed softly with mixed emotions.
Moving closer.
Jing quickly ca over, "Mom, how co you all are here?"
"Of course, we’re here to welco our honored guests." Chen Man maintained a gracious and appropriate smile, "President Lin, I apologize if the hospitality is lacking."
Lin Jingming, upon seeing her, imdiately paused his conversation and politely inclined his body, "Auntie Chen, you’re too kind."
The two exchanged a few pleasantries.
Beside them, Ni Qingli smartly stepped forward to begin introductions for Lin Jingming:
"President Lin, let introduce you. This is Auntie Sun, chairperson of the Yan City Cultural Foundation; this is Auntie Wang, wife of the chairman of Huasheng Group; and this one is from the city..."
Each of the distinguished won being introduced had significant backgrounds and were part of the true core of the upper echelon in Yan City.
They smiled and nodded at Lin Jingming, discreetly observing this promising young talent.
Lin Jingming greeted them warmly, his eyes increasingly bright and joyful.
He had co to Yan City to invest and build a factory, primarily because he valued the advanced supply chain channels that TY Precision had nurtured locally.
He was bound to engage in deeper developnt locally.
And these distinguished won, along with the family powers they represented, were the local networks he most needed to engage.
His keen interest in Tian Jing, aside from genuine admiration, naturally had these considerations as well.
After all, Tian Jing happened to be working at TY Precision, a serendipitous connection and perfect entry point.
If he could unite with Tian Jing, his future business landscape would be greatly enhanced.
Looking at the harmonious and mutually admiring scene before him.
Jing’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, her mood a bit heavy.
The script hadn’t followed her plan; Brother Tang Song was slightly late, and the spotlight was completely stolen.
Even if he appeared later, the effect wouldn’t be as good.
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Chen Man noticed her daughter’s expression, discreetly held her hand, and asked, "Jingjing, where’s Tang Song? Why don’t I see him?"
She had seen pictures of Tang Song and was quite eager to et him.
Beside them, Ni Qingli’s eyes flashed, following up with, "Jing, I just found out you actually have a boyfriend now? And he was even a colleague at your previous company?"
She had just returned from abroad, busy with family business and rarely chatted with Tian Jing.
Only yesterday did she hear about this in the group chat.
Lin Jingming’s eyebrows imperceptibly raised, his smile fading slightly as his gaze returned inquisitively to Tian Jing’s face.
Beside them, Zhang Yuxin blinked curiously, asking, "I say, Jingjing, almost everyone is here, but why hasn’t your mysterious ’boyfriend’ shown up?"
The originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly turned a bit subtle.
Jing’s expression paused briefly, then she smiled and explained, "He’s actually already at the hotel, but happened to run into an important friend, so he went to handle so work matters first. He’ll be here soon."
Hearing this, the expressions of the surrounding friends varied.
Qin Hua, holding a glass of champagne, casually remarked, "Isn’t that a little strange? A birthday party for your girlfriend is such a big deal, yet as the lead, he hasn’t shown up. Finally, when he does arrive, he says he still needs to handle sothing? Is he that busy?"
Not far away, Liang Yufan smiled and chid in, "Qin Hua, you might not know, but our President Tang is always like this. Even as Jinxiu Comrce’s CTO, he’s rarely in the office even once a month, quite mysterious."
"What kind of friend could be more important than his girlfriend? Isn’t that a bit inconsiderate?"
"Yeah, it’s a bit much."
All eyes shifted to focus on the situation.
Faced with the ongoing remarks from friends and the gaze of her mother and the other elders.
Jing maintained her smile, but her grip on the champagne glass involuntarily tightened.
Even Xu Qing, who was in a corner enjoying a caviar tart with undivided attention, paused, looking at Jing with so concern.
Feeling that Song was quite unreliable.
Just as the atmosphere suddenly quieted down.
The heavy double doors of the "Star Language Hall" were slowly pushed open from the outside by two waiters in silver masks.
Imdiately following was the rhythmic and precise sound of footsteps coming from outside the door.
A group of attendants in silver masks automatically lined up on both sides, bowing in unison with impeccable movent.
"Chairman Tang!" "Chairman Tang!"...
The low and respectful greetings rippled across the hall.
Everyone’s attention instantly turned towards the commotion.
Jing’s eyes brightened as she quickly turned around, her gaze burning towards the entrance, knowing her long-awaited boyfriend was finally making his entrance.
The script was finally getting back on track.
In the next mont, a tall, elegant figure appeared in everyone’s view.
A dark Loro Piana suit jacket, paired with a Brunello Cucinelli white turtleneck underneath.
This seemingly simple outfit exuded an indescribable top-level texture on him.
Luxurious yet understated.
His pace was unhurried, his back straight like a sword, shoulders parallel, hands hanging naturally.
His deanor was flawlessly perfect, yet inherently relaxed and composed as if innate.
Every movent was filled with an aesthetically pleasing rhythm and beauty.
He wasn’t wearing a mask, and his handso, well-defined face bore only a slight, gentle smile, with eyes as deep as a calm lake.
There was no aggressive pressure about him, but a higher level of unique charm emanating from absolute confidence and control.
Just by standing there, even without doing anything, he naturally beca the focus of all attention.
The lighting in the entire hall seed to automatically converge on him.
Inside the welcoming hall, both n and won involuntarily held their breaths.
Following him, more figures slowly unfolded like a scroll.
First to co into view were two figures familiar to Jing, enough to make her heart race—
One was Shangguan Qiuya, her long-anticipated ultimate "ace"; the other was Fan Wenzeng, one of Smile Capital’s representative board mbers at Jinxiu Comrce.
Then, led by Qiao Anji, were several mbers from the core managent team of Lanfeng International Hotel.
At this mont, they were slightly bent forward, wearing respectful and enthusiastic smiles.
Although many had appeared.
All eyes remained firmly fixed on Tang Song.
Everything around seed to exist solely as a backdrop to highlight his presence.
Jing’s eyes widened slightly, filled with extre shock and excitent.
A surge of warmth uncontrollably rushed from her heart, quickly spreading to every part of her body, bringing a nearly feverish blush to her fair cheeks.
At this mont, Tang Song looked familiar, yet his aura had undergone an overwhelming transformation.
That feeling... it was like her favorite ani main character, pushed to the brink, finally activating a hidden transformation device, completely unlocking the final seal!
From a gentle and strong protector, he transford into a high-cold, indifferent "god" viewing all of existence!
Esteed, aloof, so powerful it was chilling!
Ah! I just want...
To be fiercely, rcilessly punished by this kind of... this kind of Lord Tang Song!
Beneath her elegant custom evening gown, Jing’s white and slender legs began to gently tremble uncontrollably.
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