Inside the Star Language Hall, the air was so quiet it was almost frozen, with only a faint jazz tune lingering in the air.
The clustered footsteps gradually ca to a halt at the entrance.
The people behind Tang Song unanimously and consciously stopped in their tracks.
Shangguan Qiuya pressed her red lips tightly, a look of daze flashing in her eyes.
This was the feeling.
No, or rather... even stronger! More direct!
Back then, his look was far less outstanding than now, but just with a powerful aura, even Chairman Jin would retract all his edges when standing in front of him, content to play a supporting role.
Once you’ve encountered such a person, it’s hard to feel any waves over other so-called "excellent" ones.
If Chairman Jin were present now, he would probably be very pleased.
Her gaze chased the figure ahead.
The entire reception hall seed to be divided into two worlds by an invisible wall.
On one side were Jing and her friends, who were in shock and curiosity; on the other were Shangguan Qiuya, Qiao Anji, and others.
Amidst them, Tang Song moved like the protagonist stepping onto a stage.
Unhurriedly welcoming everyone’s attention.
Many won present couldn’t help but blush with excitent, their eyes fixed directly on him.
The n were also captivated by the indescribable aura and charm he exuded.
Liang Yufan, Li Junyi, and others couldn’t help but swallow, their eyes wide open.
As employees of Jinxiu Comrce, they of course recognized Tang Song.
They had even drunk together in bars, and Li Junyi had even cycled with him.
But now, they all looked at him with an incredibly unfamiliar gaze.
Lin Jingming, in the center of the crowd, reined in his smile for the first ti.
His bright eyes behind gold-rimd glasses narrowed slightly.
He observed the man walking towards him without betraying any emotion.
Having built a tech empire from the ground up, he understood people better than any of the rich second generation present.
He had also seen many "big figures," and could clearly feel that kind of "superior" aura from them.
The hard-bottod Berluti shoes stepped on the thick carpet without making a sound.
Facing everyone’s scrutiny.
Tang Song was unfazed.
His expression and movents showed no sign of abnormality, remaining composed and impeccable.
Posture is the "carrier" of charisma, and charisma is the "core" of posture.
The ultimate combination of the two made Tang Song’s charm both expansive in form and profound in spirit.
Now, he was in a unique state of "inner and outer unity."
Making everyone who saw him feel comfortable, delighted, and captivated.
Wherever he passed, naturally beca the absolute center of the stage.
He navigated through everyone’s gaze, gradually approaching the extrely excited, dumbfounded Jing.
Qin Hua, standing next to Jing, felt the champagne glass in her hand tremble slightly.
Her eyes showed an indescribable agitation and amazent.
She had seen many handso n, both dostic and international, even in the entertainnt industry, but never had a man given her such a huge visual impact upon first eting.
Looking at his exquisite face, Qin Hua’s heart suddenly tightened.
Wait?!
This, is this... that... Tang Song?!
She had seen photos of Tang Song on Jing’s phone.
Although most were close-ups of hands, there were also so with his face.
It was indeed him.
But... how could the real person be like this...
Her mind was having trouble processing.
Tang Song’s deep, starry eyes inadvertently swept over.
Qin Hua’s cheeks flushed instantly, instinctively avoiding his gaze, not daring to et it.
In the corner, Xu Qing, with caviar still at the corner of her mouth, stood there with her mouth slightly open, face full of blank astonishnt.
(⊙_⊙)?
∑(っ°Д°;)っ
Oh my... oh my god!
This... is that big pervert Song?!
Why does he seem so... strange today?
Like... like... the amalgamation of the cunning CEO and the gentle second male lead from novels!
No! No way! In otaku terms, this should be... the ultimate evolution—WarGreymon (complete form)!
She truly couldn’t connect the man before her with the one who would press her head against a friend’s pillow, forcing her to say "call daddy," the big pervert!
Finally, Tang Song’s steps stopped in front of Jing.
His gaze landed on Jing’s sweet and pretty face, eyes rippling with gentle brilliance.
"Sorry." His voice wasn’t loud, yet it clearly reached everyone’s ears, clear and full of magnetism, "I was dealing with sothing downstairs just now, did you wait long?"
He reached out, fingers gently holding Jing’s slightly cool palm, the motion natural yet assertive.
"N-no!" Jing shook her head instinctively, her beautiful eyes slowly igniting with near fervent flas.
"Happy birthday." Tang Song’s fingertips lightly brushed the stray hair by her ear, "This dress suits you, very beautiful."
"Thank you, Song."
Jing’s heart was pounding like a drum, as if it would burst from her chest.
She never thought that just speaking with him could make her blush to the point of lting.
In her heart, she shouted with excitent:
Si Guoyi!
かみさま(KAMI SAMA)!神様だ!（God! It’s the lord god!）
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