Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Erald Lake Residences, the lights of Modu scattered like molten gold across the Huangpu River.
The heavy armored door slid open.
"Tap, tap, tap—" the crisp sound of high heels echoed.
"President Mo." "President Mo."
"Aunt Chen, Xiaoxi, good evening." Mo Xiangwan stepped into the room with a faint smile, carrying a chilled bottle of Dom Pérignon.
Housekeeper Aunt Chen and assistant Cheng Xiaoxi quickly bent slightly in surprise and respect.
After all, the CEO of Tangzong Entertainnt was usually stern and tight-lipped, always striding forward with a whirlwind aura, rarely ever seen in such a gentle mood.
"Where's Xiaoyu?" Mo Xiangwan asked.
"Out on the terrace," Cheng Xiaoxi quickly answered.
"Alright, I'll go keep her company. You two carry on," Mo Xiangwan said warmly, giving Cheng Xiaoxi a friendly pat on the shoulder before walking lightly toward Su Yu’s bedroom.
"Knock knock knock—" She knocked first. Seeing no response, she pushed the door open directly.
Imdiately, soft music drifted to her ears.
Su Yu stood barefoot on the plush wool carpet, her slender silhouette outlined with a hazy silver glow by the moonlight.
The long neck gently cradled a violin, the bow resting lightly on the strings. As her fingertips pressed down, lodies poured out like flowing water.
Mo Xiangwan only needed to hear a few notes to recognize the piece—"La Vie En Rose."
Romantic, warm, elegant, soothing...
You gazed quietly at Tang Song’s figure, your eyes half-closed, as if you were transported to a street corner in France at dusk.
Cold water droplets ford on the champagne bottle in your hand, sliding along your fingertips and dripping onto the floor with audible splashes.
Your mind kept replaying Ye Le’s embrace and the words he had spoken tonight.
The violin's lody gradually faded.
Tang Song placed the cello aside, turned around, and with a flick of the bow, his hair lifted slightly with the breeze, graceful and untad, ethereal like a fairy.
"Sister Xiangwan, he’s back."
Cheng Xiaoxi chuckled and nodded, placing the champagne bottle down on the kitchen island, then pulling out two crystal glasses from behind the cabinet.
The foil crinkled as you skillfully twisted off the cork, bubbles joyfully rushing into the glasses.
"Feeling frustrated?" Cheng Xiaoxi raised an eyebrow.
"Frustrated, a little," Ye Le lifted the platinum ring on his finger, a faint scent of roses wafting from him.
Cheng Xiaoxi glanced at the ring and handed over a glass of champagne, "It’s worth celebrating. Congratulations to him."
"Thank you, Sister Xiangwan." Ye Le accepted the glass, his fingertips deliberately brushing against Cheng Xiaoxi’s hand, intimate like a feline marking territory.
That was one of your usual habits, reserved only for the closest friends.
Over the years, no one understood her better than her agent. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel fire
Because she cared so much, Su Yu was deeply afraid—afraid Anne Kate would stir up trouble, afraid Tang Song might change his mind.
Mo Xiangwan running personally to Overseas Chinese Town, accompanying her to the set to see Tang Song, gave her a profound sense of security.
"Ding~~" The clink of crystal glasses echoed.
Cool champagne slid down her throat. Su Yu humd a tune, twirling as she danced, her dress flowing with the breeze, her fair thighs flashing faintly under the night, with fresh red kiss marks vaguely visible.
"Why didn’t you take off your makeup?" Mo Xiangwan suddenly asked.
Su Yu tilted her head mischievously, flashing a sly smile, "My face and body are covered with his saliva and marks. I can't bear to wash them off, let alone remove my makeup."
"(@o)..." Mo Xiangwan blinked blankly, dumbfounded, "You two... did it?"
"Nope." Su Yu shrugged, her long legs crossed, "Mainly the setting wasn’t right—it was the film set, after all. But he was very gentle."
She took a small sip of her drink, lips curving into a soft smile.
Tang Song’s behavior today had finally pulled out the deepest thorn lodged in her heart.
On her 2018 birthday, after her party ended, she had rushed to the hotel brimming with hope and knocked on his door.
What greeted her, however, was calmness and cold indifference.
From that day on, he had grown farther and farther away.
Su Yu had questioned herself countless tis, wondering if it was because she had shown she wanted to "sleep with him" that he treated her that way.
For a woman, it was the deepest insult and blow.
Since then, she would cry her heart out every birthday; every ti she dread of that day, she would wake up in terror.
That’s why when she found out Tang Song was with Zhao Yaqian and Wen Ruan, it had hurt so unbearably.
But today—the carefully arranged venue, his proposal, his passionate kisses, his possessiveness—
It finally let her let go.
"Ding ding ding~~"
The crisp clinks of glasses rang out from ti to ti as the two won drank and chatted about everything under the sky.
Mo Xiangwan relaxed and sank into the sofa, leaning against Su Yu. Her suit jacket had been tossed sowhere, her shirt sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
Amber-colored wine reflected their figures—one elegant as an orchid, the other cool and ethereal like a frost-lit moon.
The atmosphere grew more and more cheerful.
By the end, both of them were a little tipsy.
The speakers played "Por una Cabeza," and Su Yu pulled Mo Xiangwan up to dance around the room.
The night deepened. They lay together on the sofa.
Mo Xiangwan looked at her blissful face and couldn’t help but remind her, "You’ve been acting a bit too lively and willful these past three days. It’s not the impression you usually leave him."
"Hehe." Su Yu shook her head and chuckled, "Sister Xiangwan, do you rember what he said a year ago?"
Mo Xiangwan’s eyes glazed over slightly, and she softly repeated, "He said—'When I co back, I hope what you see... will be the real .'"
"Mm, you don’t know him as well." Su Yu stood up, gazing out at the darkening sky, "To —or rather, to us—Tang Song was like soone playing a carefully scripted ga.
He wrote our stories, charted our growth paths... but he never truly saw us as equals."
Mo Xiangwan’s wine glass tilted slightly in her hand.
Su Yu suddenly turned around, the lights outlining her flawless profile, "I used to follow the plan he made for step by step, not daring to overstep, terrified of displeasing him.
But you know what? For a player, the most interesting thing is when the ga characters awaken their own will and break free of his script."
She leaned down and whispered into Mo Xiangwan’s ear, "So now, I want him to see the real . And I want even more of him."
"Xiaoyu!" Mo Xiangwan’s lips trembled, sobering up instantly, "Don’t be reckless!"
She knew Su Yu too well.
In front of Tang Song, she might have been an obedient "canary" and hopeless romantic, but in reality, she was the woman who had climbed to the top of the entertainnt industry, founding PolyStar Ventures and Sutang Investnts with her own hands.
Su Yu’s shrewdness, ambition, talent, and intellect were top-tier.
Given her long history of grudges with Director Jin, if it weren’t for Tang Song’s restraint, it would be hard to say what impulsive moves she might make—
Like... announcing the proposal on Weibo.
For Director Jin, that would be the ultimate provocation.
“Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid, I just wanted to provoke her a little.” Su Yu rested her chin on Mo Xiangwan’s shoulder, her breath tinged with the sweet bitterness of champagne, her voice laced with tipsiness and amusent, “Besides, we’re all Tang Song’s won—who’s nobler than whom? I don’t believe for a second she doesn’t talk dirty in bed, or that she’s never called him daddy, hahaha.”
Then, she started talking to Mo Xiangwan about the "little secret" Wen Ruan had ntioned before.
The reason she dared to curse in front of Tang Song—saying things like "fk" and "motherf*er"—was entirely because of Wen Ruan’s influence.
If Tang Song ever tried to hold her accountable, she’d just say it was Wen Ruan who taught her.
As a top-tier superstar and Film Queen with sky-high emotional intelligence, Su Yu could be anything Tang Song liked.
Even if he wanted to see Jin ixiao, she could dress like her and imitate her to 70-80% resemblance.
The floor-to-ceiling window was open, and the night breeze carried the damp scent of the Huangpu River as it gently drifted in.
Mo Xiangwan listened to Su Yu, feeling completely windblown inside.
She never imagined that the aloof god-like President Tang actually had a side like this.
The filter shattered completely, her ears tinged red, her thoughts a chaotic ss in the night.
......
As night deepened, Tang Song fell into a strange dream.
In the dream, he stood in the middle of an empty concert hall, and an old violin appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The first ti the bow touched the strings, it let out a grating screech, even the simplest scales sounded broken and discordant.
Day after day, he practiced the basics, calluses and blood blisters forming on the fingertips of his left hand, his right forearm aching from long hours of bowing.
Gradually, the raw sawing sound started to resemble traces of lody.
Ti in the dream flowed unnaturally slow.
Hohmann Etudes, 24 Caprices, Zigeunerweisen...
Thick calluses ford on the four fingers of his left hand, and his right hand developed perfect muscle mory for bowing.
Every note conveyed the exact emotion intended.
October 7, 2023, Saturday, rainy, 1722°C.
At 7 a.m., Modu was shrouded in a dense curtain of rain.
Tang Song’s consciousness slowly awakened, and the first thing he felt was a swelling in his head, packed full of violin knowledge and muscle mory.
Then ca the strong scent lingering at the tip of his nose—it was Anne’s fragrance.
He frowned and opened his eyes. In the dim light, he vaguely saw golden hair, fair skin, and defined features.
The foreign chick had sohow snuck into his room. Her tall, 178cm body was fully pressed against his, one leg draped over his abs, golden hair sprawled all over his pillow.
His wrists were tied in front of him with one of his own ties.
Tang Song was instantly wide awake.
After returning last night, he had still been imrsed in the warmth of filming with Su Yu and had used [Su Yu’s Soul Praise] to adjust his state before going straight to rest.
Anne clearly had so lingering resistance to his "taming" that morning and had lost her usual enthusiasm.
Who would’ve thought she’d pull a sneak attack—taking advantage of his dream state to tie him up and crawl into his bed.
Tang Song tried to move and realized the binding was actually quite tight.
“Click—” the night light on the bedside suddenly turned on.
“Mmm” a nasal hum echoed softly in the dim room. Anne’s long leg, draped over his abs, suddenly tensed, her calf brushing faintly over his V-line.
Tang Song turned his head and saw the foreign chick dressed in a camisole and ultra-short shorts.
She rose like a feline, silk straps slipping off her shoulder, exposing skin kissed honey-gold by the lamp light.
Her collarbone was elegantly contoured, her pale chest rising and falling gently.
Her half-lidded amber-blue eyes glead with a teasing light, exuding an indescribably sensual tension.
Her sleepy Arican accent buzzed in his ear: “Good morning, my dear boss. Oh~ you slept like a baby last night, like a defenseless little piglet. Must’ve been really tired, huh? But as your… closest friend, of course I wouldn’t interrupt such a cute slumber. So… shouldn’t you be thanking just a bit?”
As she spoke, Anne ran her fingers over his abs.
Tang Song hissed, frowning, “I rember locking the door last night.”
“Oh, I’ve got keys to every room in this house. I go wherever I please.” She wiggled proudly.
Tang Song’s eyes couldn’t help but follow her movent, his breathing growing slightly faster. “Anne, breaking into soone’s room is a very bad habit.”
Noticing his reaction, a flicker of mischief flashed in Anne’s eyes. She licked her lips swiftly and seductively.
Her arm moved slightly, and the silk strap slid lower, revealing even more tantalizing skin, as if she might break free entirely in the next second.
Holy sh*t.
Tang Song’s eyes widened.
Anne smiled with delight, like a feline that had caught its prey, leaning in to wrap her arms around his neck.
Her husky Arican drawl brushed his eardrums like feathers: “Song, don’t fight it. You’re totally into , aren’t you? Tell , who’s the sexiest, most irresistible woman in the world?”
Tang Song’s throat bobbed. He spoke sternly, “Untie .”
“No, no, no~” Anne’s blue eyes narrowed lazily, full of playful provocation. “You don’t get to order . If you want to untie you, then…”
She reached out with long fingers, pinching his chin, her voice low and magnetic: “Tell —who do you desire most?”
The foreign chick was clearly trying to seduce him, attempting to conquer him this way.
At that mont—
A crisp system alert chid in Tang Song’s ear.
“Ding! You’ve triggered the character interaction mission [Conquer Anne]. Please go to [Mission Center] to view.”
Another "character interaction mission," just like the [Set Visit and Cao] one.
But since he had already unlocked [Consultant - Anne], there was no need to use a [Character Interaction Card]; as long as the mood was right, the mission would trigger.
In fact, this type of mission was common in the ga.
Check mission details:
[Mission Objective: Anne Kate possesses the personality of a ‘Top Arican Alpha,’ always in control, craving dominance. As a player, mastery over characters is your fundantal skill. Please attempt to conquer ‘Consultant - Anne Kate’ during future interactions, dismantle her dominance complex, and have her willingly acknowledge your absolute authority.]
[Reward: Charm 1; Stamina 3; Tang Song’s Belt 1]
Check item details:
[Tang Song’s Belt]: A classic black belt once worn by player "Tang Song," made of top-quality leather. Offers excellent restraint and flexibility, with surprising effects in certain scenarios. (Physique 1, Agility 1)
[Note: A belt is never just an accessory—it can also ta unruly ‘horses.’]
After reading the mission and reward, Tang Song’s eyes lit up instantly.
Dmn, this one’s a big deal!
A single mission offering charm points, attribute boosts, and a special item as rewards—
That alone proved the mission's importance and difficulty. This definitely wasn’t sothing that could be completed overnight.
In fact, Anne Kate, heir to an Arican financial conglorate, was far more complicated than she appeared.
Even the forr “Player Tang Song” had only ever managed to suppress her—not "ta" her.
Of course, that was because “Player Tang Song” was emotionally detached and never truly desired a woman like her.
With his power and dominance, he didn’t need to care how Anne felt—he just needed to secure control over her resources and connections.
But now back in reality, Tang Song’s personality had changed.
Without the suppression from “Player Tang Song,” Anne was likely to develop a dominant streak, and in the future, might even interfere with his business strategy.
As Tang Song was deep in thought, Anne suddenly moved. Her agile body leapt like a leopard and landed directly on top of him.
With her impressive core strength, she pinned Tang Song firmly beneath her. Her movents were swift, filled with aggression.
Under the light, her golden hair flowed like silk, falling across both sides of her cheeks as she moved.
Her camisole swung open with the sudden motion, revealing an astonishing arc.
“Answer !” she pressed down hard on Tang Song, lightly scratching his collarbone with her nails.
It was tingly, numbing.
“Mira (Secretary Jin).” Tang Song took a deep breath, staring intensely at the foreign chick before him, his eyes burning with an overwhelming desire to conquer.
At the ntion of that na, Anne’s expression froze for a mont, a barely noticeable flash of fear appearing in her eyes.
Deep down, her feelings for Mira were far more profound than for Tang Song.
They had known each other since university, when she had been deeply curious and drawn to that proud heiress from Huaxia—even considering trying to conquer her.
Over the past decade, their bond had only grown deeper, complex beyond words.
If she still hesitated about Tang Song, it was likely because she feared losing Mira as a result.
However, in that brief mont of distraction, Tang Song’s arms flexed with muscle and powerfully broke free.
Rip— the tie binding him snapped.
He imdiately flipped over, slamming Anne’s lower back against the padded headboard.
“Dmn it!” she gasped, curling her legs to hit his abs, but Tang Song anticipated it and pinned her down with his knee.
“Don’t even think about running!” Tang Song growled, grabbing both her wrists with one hand and pressing them over her head.
“No! Wait—” Anne kicked out in panic, knocking over the bedside lamp with a muffled thud.
Tang Song grabbed the fallen tie with his other hand and skillfully wrapped it around her wrists, tying a firm knot.
After yesterday’s mission with Su Yu, his physique and stamina were both around 80 points—his physical strength was off the charts, though he rarely went all-out.
Even a fitness enthusiast with abs like the foreign chick was no match for him.
Anne struggled a few tis, realizing she couldn’t escape, then laughed even more wildly: “Never bring a lasso to a dragon fight.”
Her voice was teasing and provocative, clearly not admitting defeat.
Seeing that look in the foreign chick’s eyes, Tang Song raised an eyebrow.
A loud, crisp smack echoed.
Anne let out a soft cry, both embarrassed and annoyed. “What are you doing!”
“What should you be calling ?” Tang Song leaned in close.
Anne suddenly ducked her head and bit his shoulder hard, her voice muffled with threat: “Let go!”
Feeling the sting on his shoulder, Tang Song hissed. He grabbed her head with one hand and suddenly clutched her waist with the other, flipping her over 180 degrees amid her startled gasp.
“!” The foreign chick was firmly pressed into the duvet, her hands still tied, her thighs pinned under his knee, completely unable to move.
Because of the rough motion, the corner of Anne’s lip, bitten by him yesterday, began to bleed again.
Tang Song wiped the blood off with his thumb, saring it on her fair cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Listen, Anne. Your boldness is certainly impressive. But you need to understand sothing—only I get to conquer you.”
“Conquer ?” Anne raised a brow. “Then tell , what exactly do you an by ‘conquer’? This kind of brute-force domination? Or sothing deeper? If it’s the forr, sorry, it only turns on more. Also, based on your reaction, I’d say you’re already conquered by my charm. Don’t deny it!”
Looking at the proud, wild Anne, Tang Song took a deep breath.
Then he began applying everything he had learned from his girlfriend Xiao Jing—on Anne.
A crisp smack echoed through the room.
Unfortunately, the foreign chick didn’t know the “private Masai.” She just gritted her teeth and sparred with him.
“Not bad technique, I’ll give you that. But to … this is just child’s play.”
“So, you like playing gas? I’m going to tell Jin about this.”
“Ah.”
After a while.
“Oh! Dmn it, what are you doing? Wait!” Anne started struggling like crazy.
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