1:50 PM
A black rcedes business van slowly pulled up at the drop-off area of Building A.
The door opened, and two n and a woman stepped out one after the other, walking into the building at an unhurried yet steady pace.
Leading the group was a handso middle-aged man dressed in a dark gray double-breasted suit and black Oxford shoes. He carried a high-quality briefcase in hand. His shoulders were squared, his stride steady, exuding a remarkable presence.
The financial center was much quieter on the weekend than during the workweek.
The rhythmic sound of his leather shoes on the floor gave off a strong sense of control.
A few white-collar workers passing through the lobby cast glances their way.
The assistant lawyer following behind quickly stepped forward to speak with the building’s front desk.
Soon, access was granted.
The trio passed through the gates and entered the central elevator, heading straight to the 50th floor.
Ding—
The tal doors slid open.
Luo Bin adjusted his cuffs and collar, then took the lead toward Rongliu Capital’s office entrance.
The office area was especially quiet at this ti, with only a few staff on duty for special projects. The atmosphere was calm and efficient.
The receptionist waiting at the front area quickly stood up. “Hello, Lawyer Luo.”
“Hello.” Luo Bin nodded slightly, his tone gentle yet authoritative.
“President Tang is waiting for you in the office. I’ll take you there.”
“Thank you.”
The corridor stretched long and silent, their footsteps muffled by the carpet.
Monts later, the group stopped outside the CEO’s office.
Knock knock knock—
“Co in.”
The office door was pushed open, and the three entered in sequence.
Luo Bin’s gaze went straight to the tall figure behind the desk.
He wore a slightly casual suit and square-frad glasses.
He looked refined and elegant, yet there was an undeniable sharpness about him.
“Long ti no see, Luo Bin.”
A warm smile appeared on Luo Bin’s face as he respectfully replied, “President Tang, it’s been a while.”
The two shook hands firmly, a warmth of reunion in their eyes.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Luo Bin gave a succinct introduction of the two assistants who had accompanied him.
From his mory, Tang Song was always goal-oriented and valued efficiency—any excessive formality would be wasting his precious ti.
Both sides quickly sat down in the lounge area for discussion.
At Luo Bin’s cue, the two assistants swiftly laid out the docunts.
Organized and categorized neatly across the table, everything was clear at a glance.
“This is all the information on Silent Crown SPV Limited,” Luo Bin said, pushing a file toward Tang Song. “Including the certificate of incorporation, articles of association, bank account authorization... all executed exactly as you requested.”
Tang Song took the folder and flipped through it carefully.
Silent Crown—
A special purpose vehicle (SPV) registered in the Cayman Islands in 2018, headquartered in New York.
He was well aware of the advantages of such a structure: risk isolation, tax optimization, and capital operation flexibility.
Much of the assets he obtained through Charm 80 were held through this SPV—
Including a 5% stake in Smile Holdings Group, and the Bombardier Global 7500.
Of course, given Smile Holdings' scale, the shares could never be listed under his na directly.
Even though the Cayman Islands doesn’t disclose shareholder information, soone with intent could still follow the trail.
During his ti with the Scholar’s Badge, Tang Song had absorbed a vast amount of financial knowledge. After careful review, he quickly understood the operational logic behind it.
This was essentially a nested SPV structure.
Beneath Silent Crown, there were two more SPVs in the BVI and Cyprus, using local no-disclosure treaties to completely sever the traceability.
More crucially, before the transaction was complete, the SPV was held in trust by Kate Trust, and he only existed as a beneficiary.
Now that the Charm 80 conditions had been fulfilled, ownership of this SPV was officially transferred to him.
The exposure risk was extrely low.
Next, Tang Song looked over the docunts related to the Bombardier jet—
Including: registration under Hong Kong’s aviation authority, third-party operation agreents, international airworthiness certificates, and more.
All the procedures had been taken care of by Luo Bin’s team.
The plane was docked at the Hong Kong Comrcial Aviation Center, ready for his inspection.
Tang Song’s eyes lingered on the photo of the jet.
Its streamlined body glead with a cold tallic sheen under the sunlight. The tailfin bore the “Silent Crown” insignia—faint but imposing.
Majestic and elegantly luxurious.
What used to be a top-tier vehicle in a ga had now appeared in his real life—he had to go see it in person.
Moreover, Rongliu Capital was about to inject another ten billion USD. He had to go to headquarters and complete the process.
Hong Kong—it was a must.
But he wasn’t in a rush. After all, transferring that amount of capital wasn’t a simple task—it would take a few days to process.
Now that Songi Apparel’s branding was on track and the first batch of clothing was in production, he had so downti.
Perfect ti for a quick trip to Shenzhen—to surprise Bai Yueguang.
Then from Shenzhen, he could head to Hong Kong. Once things were wrapped up there, he’d accompany Wen Ruan to Yangcheng.
But first, he had to settle everything in Yancheng.
After wrapping up their assistance, Luo Bin’s two assistants got up and left.
Luo Bin leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “President Tang, there’s one more very important matter. The special advisory seat for the Tangjin Family Office—you need to finalize a candidate soon.”
His tone was steady but tinged with urgency.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, imdiately sensing sothing was off. “Did sothing happen?”
Luo Bin nodded. After a pause, he sighed slightly and said, “Ms. Ouyang has once again brought forward a proposal to add Miss Su Yu to the family trust. This ti, she invoked her identity as a ‘strategic partner’ to bypass Director Jin, which led to so conflict.
Also, there have been major disagreents over investnt directions during recent closed-door etings.
If you don’t step in, things may get even ssier.”
Tang Song instantly felt a headache coming on.
With his current intuition and sharpness, he instantly understood the context.
Secretary Jin and Su Yu had long-standing issues—by now, their relationship had completely fallen apart.
Letting Su Yu into the Tangjin Family Office was sothing soone as proud as Secretary Jin would never accept.
And that year or so when he had been “spoiling” Su Yu just happened to coincide with recruiting Ouyang Xianyue and developing Tangyi Precision.
Back then, Su Yu was often by his side and had even taken part in several major investnts.
Her relationship with Ouyang Xianyue had grown particularly close as a result.
Moreover, Ouyang was a fan of Su Yu’s as both a singer and actress.
Now, Ouyang pushing for her to enter the family trust likely wasn’t just sentintal—it was a power play.
After all, Secretary Jin practically represented him, overseeing the entire family office, and had close ties with Anne Kate.
He had disappeared for a year.
Ouyang, from an elite family herself, had surely sensed the latent risk—
She wanted to break this unhealthy monopoly.
Three won on stage—that’s a full-blown palace drama.
Three won at the top of the world—that’s a high-stakes political thriller.
Even the usually sharp and composed Luo Bin wore an uneasy expression—so Tang Song knew just how difficult this would be.
And now, this suddenly erging “advisory seat” could, in a way, represent his stance and help quell the chaos.
But picking any side could end up backfiring.
“Do you have any recomndations?” Tang Song finally turned to the top lawyer beside him, full of trust and expectation.
Now that Luo Bin had officially returned, he would serve as his private counsel and play a key role moving forward.
Tang Song was no longer the “Dreamworld Tang Song”—he couldn’t suppress them all so easily anymore.
He hoped Luo Bin could offer sothing useful.
At that, Luo Bin’s face showed signs of inner struggle.
After a pause, he sat up straight and spoke in a low, cautious voice. “President Tang, your decisions have always been sharp and sound. This is a significant matter—best if you appoint soone yourself. I’ll offer my full support.”
The two locked eyes.
The air turned taut like a drawn bowstring.
Luo Bin gave a small cough, lowering his head as he quietly tidied his docunts.
What a joke!
Getting involved in this kind of drama—no matter whom he sided with, he’d end up offending the other.
Didn’t you see Wu Kezhi and Zheng Qiudong had both made themselves scarce?
Yuhua District – Yunhui Sports Club
In the VIP private Red King Court, the air was filled with the crisp scent of clay and sweat.
Smack!
The ball hit the ground hard and bounced straight into the fence.
Wen Ruan lowered her racket, shaking her head with a smile. “Lingling, you spaced out again.”
Yao Lingling blushed and waved her hands frantically. “Sorry, Sister Wen Ruan. I just... your moves looked so cool, I got distracted.”
Wen Ruan brushed back the loose strands on her forehead and blinked playfully. “Sweet talker. Co here—let big sis reward you.”
mua~ (* 3 *)
“Okay!” Yao Lingling grinned brightly and actually leaned in with her face.
But the next second, Wen Ruan tapped her round butt with the racket, winking mischievously.
“Ah! Sister Wen Ruan, you’re so bad!”
Yao Lingling clutched her butt, laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
The two teased and chased each other across the court.
One had hourglass curves, full chest and hips, dressed in black sports bra and miniskirt, fair-skinned and sultry-eyed, radiating vibrant energy;
The other was youthful and spirited, toned with a tight waist and perky bottom, her laughter like sumr soda—bubbly and refreshing.
It was like a living painting—dynamic, full of energy and the subtle tension of flirtation.
Fortunately, this was a private court, and no one ca to interrupt.
After a short break, their tennis match resud.
Wen Ruan served, tilting her head slightly. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and the lighting traced the elegant lines of her shoulders and neck.
Smack!
Though not pro-level in speed, her shots were precise and forceful.
Her movents were smooth and powerful, her body coordination excellent—sexy and dominant, like a queen on the court.
Yao Lingling raised her racket to counter. Watching her older sister across the net, she couldn’t hide her admiration.
Her own skills were decent—she used to play competitively in college and had beaten plenty of guys.
But against big sis, she felt totally suppressed—like she couldn’t unleash her full strength.
Of course, a big reason might be that the other party’s E-cup was just too distracting.
A sharp contrast to her own modest A-cup, making her feel self-conscious and a little inferior.
“Smack!”
Wen Ruan scored another point with ease.
She shook the sweat-dampened bangs from her forehead and walked off the court.
Grabbing two bottles of mineral water from the sidelines, she handed one to Yao Lingling on the way back.
“Have so water. Take a break.”
“Thanks, Sister Wen Ruan.” Yao Lingling took it carefully.
She’d kept in touch with Wen Ruan all this ti. They often played Honor of Kings together. Thanks to supporting Wen Ruan in matches, she had now reached the Glory tier.
Now that the weather had cooled off, they were chatting mid-ga today when she casually invited Wen Ruan to play tennis or badminton.
Next thing she knew, she’d been brought here—an upscale, private sports club.
From what she’d read online, just the mbership fee alone cost tens of thousands.
The place was immaculate.
Built to European red clay court standards, surrounded by fences, and kept at a constant indoor temperature of 24°C...
Definitely the most luxurious venue she’d ever played on in her life.
“No need to be polite.” Wen Ruan patted her shoulder. “You’ve actually got a great physique—solid footing, good rhythm. Tennis really suits you.”
“Thank you for the complint, Sister Wen Ruan!” Yao Lingling bead brightly, her smile infectious.
She did have a stable lower body—mostly because of her small chest, wide hips, and thick thighs. People jokingly called it a natural-born fitness body.
Seeing her smile put Wen Ruan in a good mood. She chuckled, “Keep at it, we can be long-term tennis partners. It’s good exercise and helps with shaping up. If there's ever a doubles competition, we could team up too.”
Yao Lingling nodded excitedly. “I’ll do my best! Not just in Honor of Kings—one day I’ll be your doubles partner on the court too!”
Seeing her playful expression, Wen Ruan suddenly smirked mischievously. “Of course, when I say tennis, I an real tennis—don’t get any funny ideas~”
“Ah!” Yao Lingling’s cheeks turned crimson. “I wasn’t thinking anything!”
Wen Ruan couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You’re adorable. Tease you just a little and you blush like crazy, hahaha.”
Then, a subtle, aningful glint flashed in her eyes.
The reason she was being so good to Yao Lingling—besides her cheerful personality and shared interests—had a lot to do with Tang Song.
Otherwise, as a board mber of Nebula International Group, how could she have ti to create a smurf account just to carry a newbie to Glory rank?
Wouldn’t it be more fun to just play Peak Rank?
But what could she do—her man was a flirt, always “playing the field” outside.
And sohow, she always ended up being the one to take the bla.
Zhuangzhuang wasn’t an idiot—she graduated from a top university and had made it to 30. She wasn’t naïve.
Even Su Yu and Jin ixiao were caught in a power struggle, and Liu Qingning was lurking like a tiger waiting to pounce.
So she was also working to secure her own position.
At work, she kept in touch with Xie Shuyu regularly. In her personal life, she maintained close ties with Yao Lingling.
Worth ntioning—she had once tried to sound out Little Jing, but that girl was just too wild. She even suggested going on a date with Tang Song together.
That totally stunned her.
Nowhere near as sweet as Lingling—who listened to everything she said and admired her with starry eyes.
Sothing suddenly crossed her mind. Wen Ruan stole a glance at Lingling.
Tang Song had developed a habit of smacking butts at so point... and in that departnt, Lingling might have a natural advantage.
Just then—
Ring ring— A phone started ringing on the court-side rack.
Wen Ruan quickly pushed aside her wandering thoughts and picked up the phone. Her eyes paused on the screen.
[Mo Xiangwan]
“Lingling, I’m taking a call.”
She waved to her, stepping off the court while answering. “Hello, Sister Xiangwan?”
“Wen Ruan, is this a good ti to talk?” ca Mo Xiangwan’s low and lodious voice over the phone.
“Yeah, it’s fine.” Wen Ruan grabbed her water bottle and sat down on a rattan chair at the edge of the court. Her tone was calm, but she instinctively lowered her voice.
“There’s sothing very important I wanted to tell you in advance—just so you’re ntally prepared.” Mo Xiangwan’s voice carried a slight hesitation, as if she’d been weighing her words.
“What is it?” Wen Ruan’s expression hardened, eyes turning serious.
Mo Xiangwan represented Su Yu, so if she called outside of work, it had to be personal.
“You’ve heard of the Tangjin Family Office, right?” Mo Xiangwan asked cautiously.
“Of course I have,” Wen Ruan paused briefly before replying in a steady voice. “It’s currently the most secretive and largest family office in the country, involving Tangyi Precision, Smile Holdings... There’s not much public info online, but the rumors say it’s composed of ultra-wealthy elites.”
She had done plenty of research on it after learning about Jin ixiao.
Mo Xiangwan said softly, “Yes, it’s a joint family office—but it’s probably not what you think. Globally, very few institutions can be truly called family offices. They’re usually exclusive to the wealthiest families. Tangjin has surpassed even that.”
Wen Ruan held her breath and listened silently.
As Mo Xiangwan explained in her gentle, asured voice, the veil of mystery over Tangjin slowly began to lift in Wen Ruan’s mind.
Currently led by Director Jin, with Ms. Ouyang of Tangyi Precision, Wu Kezhi of Jingwu Capital, Anne Kate, and others serving on the decision-making committee—they were the core participants.
It wasn’t just a wealth managent platform.
It was a massive financial nerve center and strategic command tower.
The capital it controlled through various chanisms was beyond terrifying.
If you had to compare it to an organization, it was more like a world-class shadow consortium.
Wen Ruan exhaled softly and said sincerely, “That really goes beyond anything I imagined.”
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Hearing “consortium” made her instantly think of Arica’s JPMorgan, Goldman Sachs, Rockefeller, and Kate...
She had never imagined that sothing like that was hiding so close to her.
“Wen Ruan, have you ever wondered—why is it called ‘Tangjin’?” Mo Xiangwan’s voice dipped lower.
Wen Ruan’s heart jolted, her throat tightening. “I thought it was just because of Tangyi Precision and Director Jin... isn't that it?”
She had a strong hunch about what was coming but still found it hard to believe.
“Heh, that’s just the public version. That ‘Tang’—refers to none other than Tang Song.”
Mo Xiangwan’s voice was clear and firm, without a hint of hesitation.
Wen Ruan felt like she’d been struck by lightning. She shot up from the rattan chair.
“This... this...” she muttered, hands trembling, her cheeks flushing deep red.
“You heard right,” Mo Xiangwan continued calmly. “The office was originally built around Tang Song. It was created to serve him. Yes, Director Jin is part of it, but the true founder is Tang Song.”
Wen Ruan’s breath quickened uncontrollably, chest rising and falling sharply. She clenched her phone tightly.
So many lingering questions were finally answered.
In other words, Tangyi Precision, Jingwu Capital, Smile Holdings—these world-renowned enterprises were all drawn together under his control.
My God! What kind of monster is he?!
If I tell Jin ixiao and Su Yu that I once pinned him down and rode him... wouldn’t that just—
Oh my God! Just thinking about it gives a thrill!
That sense of achievent, that emotional payoff—it’s off the charts!
Thankfully, she was ntally tough. She’d been shocked so many tis before.
If she’d known all this when they first started dating, she’d probably have passed out from fright.
After a long silence—
Wen Ruan took a deep breath and forced herself to stay calm. “Sister Xiangwan, are you telling this because you want to...?”
Mo Xiangwan’s voice was gentle but edged with steel. “Due to certain reasons, Tang Song has temporarily stepped away from the Tangjin Family Office. Right now, Jin ixiao is managing everything. But recently, he’s looking to place soone he trusts into the office—to communicate his intentions.”
Wen Ruan’s mouth went dry. Her heart pounded. “You an...?”
Mo Xiangwan’s tone grew resolute. “Exactly. I don’t need to tell you how important this role is. You’re smart and experienced—you know what it ans.
Entering Tangjin ans stepping into his core circle. You’ll have a seat at the table alongside Director Jin.
Tang Song will soon head to Hong Kong. And with Liu Qingning in Shenzhen, there’s no way he won’t drop by.
Wen Ruan, are you really going to give up this opportunity?
Rember, this is his family office.”
“Why shouldn’t I have a shot at power?”
Wen Ruan’s eye twitched. Why did this sound like she was being coaxed into a palace coup?
Mo Xiangwan’s tone was warm and asured, but her words carried a conspiratorial undertone.
Sothing didn’t sit right, but Wen Ruan couldn’t quite put her finger on it.
“Sister Xiangwan,” she finally said after biting her lip, her voice tense. “This is too big... I need ti to think.”
“I understand—and that’s a wise response,” Mo Xiangwan replied with a note of admiration. “Take your ti. I trust you’ll make the right call.”
“Thank you, Sister Xiangwan. Goodbye.”
The mont she hung up, Wen Ruan let out a long breath, her whole body drained of energy as she slumped back into the rattan chair.
She curled her toes without realizing it, her gaze flickering.
Everything Mo Xiangwan said was undeniably tempting.
Not because she craved Tangjin’s fortune—she was already financially free and well-respected.
It was because Tang Song’s family office represented his future legacy—
His children.
If he was willing to choose her, it proved just how important she was to him.
Even the most easygoing woman would be selfish when it ca to love.
Just then—
Ring ring— Her phone rang again.
It was an unfamiliar number from Shenzhen.
Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat. Just seeing “Shenzhen” made her think of Liu Qingning.
She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”
A deep, magnetic female voice ca through the speaker—elegant and mature: “Hello, Wen Ruan. I’m Ouyang Xianyue.”
“What?!”
Wen Ruan’s peachy butt bounced right off the chair again.
She couldn’t stop her voice from rising. “Hello, Ms. Ouyang!”
“Good afternoon. I hope I’m not disturbing you?”
“N-not at all! It’s an honor to speak with you.” Wen Ruan quickly adjusted her tone and forced herself to stay calm. “May I ask why you’re calling...?”
A soft chuckle ca through the line. “I’ve been aning to find a ti to sit down and chat with you. But I’ve been too busy. I also worried that reaching out abruptly might give you the wrong idea. The reason I’m calling today is because—there are so things I wanted you to hear directly from .”
Wen Ruan held her breath without realizing it. “I’m listening.”
Ouyang Xianyue’s voice was calm and precise, like a finely tuned instrunt:
“Wen Ruan, I’ve been keeping an eye on you. You’re smart, grounded, and rare in your ability to stay pure.”
“A lot of people beco calculating when they’re smart, detached when they’re self-aware, and fragile when they’re pure. But you haven’t. That’s rare—and valuable.”
“I just wanted to tell you that I admire you. Sincerely, and seriously.”
“And I hope that at so important mont in the future, we’ll have the chance to work side by side.”
That blunt praise from Ouyang Xianyue hit Wen Ruan like a vat of extra-concentrated chicken soup for the soul—completely subrging poor Zhuangzhuang.
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