A black Rolls-Royce Phantom drove out of West Kowloon Station, slowly cruising along the clean, straight main road.
Inside the car, the atmosphere was quiet, and the temperature was maintained at just the right level for comfort. Outside the window, the afternoon sun in Hong Kong was moist but not stifling.
In the back row on the right side, Tang Song leaned against the genuine leather seat, his fingers slowly flipping through docunts.
On the left side, Lin Muxue leaned slightly forward and softly asked, “President Tang, would you like so water or a drink?”
“Just water.”
Lin Muxue moved lightly to the temperature-controlled storage cabinet, took out a glass bottled water, thoughtfully unscrewed the cap, and handed it over.
Just as Tang Song took it, his palm was gently grasped by her soft fingertips.
Looking up, he saw Lin Muxue’s big eyes sparkling with moisture.
Bright and passionate, like a spring pool.
Tang Song chuckled softly and winked at her.
Lin Muxue’s long legs under her western trousers shifted slightly;
even without a sound, her whole body seed to be speaking.
Clearly, not seeing him all day, little Xue was about to lt again.
He tilted his head back and took a sip of water. Lin Muxue naturally took the bottle back, then pulled out a warm, moist towel, gently and attentively wiping his palm.
Her movents were skillful and considerate.
“As you requested, the hotel booked an executive suite at the Four Seasons. Also, I have reserved lunch at Dragon View Pavilion and have selected so dishes according to your preferences. You can take a look later and let know if you want any changes.”
The scent of her alluring perfu lingered at his nose, her fingertips delicate, and her voice gentle and soft by his ear, instantly relaxing Tang Song upon arriving in this unfamiliar city.
A smile that could not be hidden appeared in his eyes.
This eting truly brought him a big surprise from Muxue;
she seed much more mature and noticeably more responsible.
Compared to the previous little Xue, this version of her finally felt like a usable assistant.
It seed that placing Shen Yuyan here was the right decision.
The system’s partner cultivation plan aid to train her into a qualified joint assistant who would operate long-term in parallel, precisely switching between public affairs and private services without mistakes.
With Shen Yuyan’s stimulation, her growth speed could be greatly accelerated.
Of course, during this ti, Tang Song needed to maintain a delicate balance to foster a competitive awareness between the two assistants.
Soon, Lin Muxue handed over her phone, showing a pre-prepared nu list.
She leaned slightly closer to his side, gently tracing his arm as she introduced each dish and flavor, her breath fragrant like orchids.
At that mont, sitting in the front passenger seat, Shen Yuyan silently observed this scene through the rearview mirror.
Several tis she wanted to interject with schedule reports or additional information but never found the right mont.
Since last night until this morning, she had repeatedly studied the industry-shaking news countless tis.
Even now, she hadn’t fully digested the shock.
Facing Tang Song again, she suddenly felt an indescribable reverence in her heart.
Previously, due to Xu Qing, Lin Muxue, Shen Yuyan, alumni relations, and other reasons, she subconsciously placed Tang Song at a lower level.
Now she truly realized she had underestimated him imnsely.
That night at the “Investor Night,” although Ms. Kate praised Tang Song, her deanor always carried a lofty arrogance, and later even tried to poach her.
She had privately checked online, where many rumors suggested that Ms. Kate was a “lesbian” uninterested in n.
This caused her to misjudge the situation.
Now it seed that his relationship with Annie Kate was definitely more complicated than she had thought.
Lover? Partner? Fiancée?
As one of the heirs of Arica’s top financial consortium and co-founder of Jingwu Capital, Annie Kate indeed had the ability to push the billion-dollar mother fund forward.
This stirred a strong curiosity in her.
But at the sa ti, deep inside, an almost instinctive restraint arose.
The friction between the two feelings made her heart itch.
Ten minutes later.
The Rolls-Royce Phantom arrived at the Four Seasons Hotel’s drop-off area.
The long-waiting lobby manager respectfully greeted them and, seeing the license plate, hurried forward.
He personally guided them through the lobby to a private elevator, which went straight to the 42nd floor.
Pushing open the suite’s door, what greeted them was a 228-square-ter prestigious executive suite, with floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping around three sides and an extrely broad view.
To the east was the shimring Victoria Harbour;
to the west, the bustling financial towers of Central;
to the north, the dense buildings and dragonfly-like skyline of Kowloon.
Magnificent and busy.
Standing by the north-facing window, Tang Song’s gaze swept over the tightly packed buildings of Kowloon and finally settled on the Mid-Levels area.
He had not forgotten that he still had a luxury residence waiting for him there.
But there was no rush for now.
Firstly, that place would need so preparation before moving in, and secondly, this hotel suite was adjacent to the Rongliu Capital headquarters, offering safety and convenience.
His main upcoming task was to finalize the injection of the billion-dollar mother fund.
This funding was not rely symbolic but intended to enhance his influence and social status.
A series of substantial equity acquisition plans would follow, involving companies like Guyu Biotech, Tang Entertainnt, Yunxi Real Estate...
Rapidly expanding his influence across multiple core industries.
The previously rewarded Qingning Technology and Tang Entertainnt shares were all in his personal na.
However, at this level, directly holding shares in many well-known companies under his na would expose him entirely and attract regulatory scrutiny.
At 11:50 a.m.,
The three left the executive suite and took the elevator down to the 4th floor’s Dragon View Pavilion, the world’s first Michelin three-star Chinese restaurant, famous for Cantonese cuisine.
Inside the restaurant, dark wood decor blended skillfully with modern Chinese style, creating an elegant and grand atmosphere.
Approaching noon, the restaurant was already bustling with many guests.
Under the respectful guidance of the waiter, the three were seated by a window.
Outside the window, Victoria Harbour’s skyline was visible;
inside, the dining ambiance was luxurious and quiet.
The first dishes served were three appetizers: abalone chicken puff, dragon prince stead dumplings, and pine nut char siu pineapple buns.
All for three people.
The presentation was exquisite, but portions were small.
On Lin Muxue’s suggestion, Tang Song first picked up a piece of the abalone chicken puff.
The rich aroma hit his nose;
at the mont of biting, the crust crackled lightly between his teeth, followed by the soft, tender abalone and the salty, rich chicken pieces. The layers were distinct, the taste full.
Tang Song squinted his eyes, imrsed in the pleasure brought by the flavors.
Then, one by one, main dishes, seafood, staples, and desserts were served.
The pace of serving was perfectly tid—not rushed, not delayed.
Each dish arrived at just the right temperature and in optimal condition before him.
Since starting to be disciplined, Tang Song rarely focused so much on “eating,” but this al seed to awaken his taste buds.
The pleasure from the food rippled from his mouth to his nerves.
Lin Muxue, in her elent, was radiant and animated.
She softly explained the origin of the ingredients and the flavor combinations of each dish, sotis ntioning details even the waiters hadn’t ntioned.
Her perfu was new, a faint yuzu fresh note that, in the afternoon sun, carried a hint of sweet maturity, making Tang Song’s mood even more pleasant.
Shen Yuyan sat quietly opposite, silently watching the interaction between the two.
Occasionally, when her eyes t Lin Muxue’s, she saw so pride and confidence in the other’s gaze.
In this regard, she was indeed far inferior to the “fake socialite,” barely able to contribute more than a few agreeing words.
The lunch lasted nearly an hour and a half.
Tang Song whetted his appetite and feasted, leaving Dragon View Pavilion feeling refreshed.
Back in the suite, after resting for a while, they chatted for a bit.
Lin Muxue began thodically organizing his accompanying luggage, sorting clothes by fabric and purpose into the walk-in closet.
Her movents were skillful and efficient.
Shen Yuyan sat on the long sofa opposite Tang Song, legs together and back straight, beginning a brief work report.
Wearing a pencil skirt, black stockings, and a small suit jacket,
The current Shen Yuyan had fully entered the role of special assistant, exuding the charm of a professional career woman.
In recent days, she had been communicating with Tang Song almost daily, proactively managing project progress and reorganizing the execution status of all current company investnts.
She tried to help Tang Song build a clear, controllable collaboration process for better company control.
In this regard, she perford outstandingly.
And it matched Tang Song’s needs perfectly.
He had taken over Rongliu Capital a long ti ago but was only now visiting headquarters for the first ti.
With such an assistant by his side, everything was clear and easy to jump into work mode.
Tang Song glanced at Shen Yuyan, then at Lin Muxue busy in the bedroom.
A slight smile curled on his lips, eyes filled with pleasant delight.
The two divided their tasks clearly: one attentive and considerate, the other logical and rigorous, not interfering with each other but both revolving around him.
This greatly improved his efficiency.
Of course, the most important thing was that both were very beautiful, pleasing to the eye.
“Tap, tap, tap—” Elegant footsteps slowly approached.
Lin Muxue ca to Tang Song’s side and softly said, “President Tang, you’ve had a tiring journey. I booked a spa treatnt at the Four Seasons for a full-body relaxation. I have to attend an LVMH social gala tonight and need to prepare, so I booked a double package to accompany you.”
Her voice paused, then she looked at Shen Yuyan and said sowhat regretfully, “Sorry, Shirley, the hotel doesn’t have a suitable triple room. I’ll take you for a treatnt another day.”
Shen Yuyan’s eyes twitched slightly, but her face still held a courteous smile. “It’s okay, just you two go.”
A spa together for a man and woman, or body treatnt...
She and Tang Song were nowhere near that close.
As for “the three of us with Lin Muxue”?
Just imagining it made her feel uncomfortable all over.
Too chaotic!
But... if it were her old best friend Xu Qing...
She glanced at the lazy handso man opposite, her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks quietly flushed.
Hmm, maybe it’s not completely impossible.
She lightly licked her lips, hiding the rising thoughts, then stood and said, “President Tang, I’ll go communicate with the company executives first to arrange your upcoming work schedule.”
“Okay, go ahead.”
Shen Yuyan nodded to him, then subtly nodded to Lin Muxue, turning to walk out.
At the door, she paused, habitually glanced back.
She saw Lin Muxue already sitting on Tang Song’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck, slowly twisting her waist, shalessly kissing his cheek.
Tang Song leaned half against the sofa, his hand already lost inside her clothes.
Shen Yuyan gritted her teeth, silently cursed “fla,” then quietly closed the door behind her.
Back downstairs in the suite,
Shen Yuyan took off her coat, opened her laptop, and continued organizing docunts.
Her fingers flew across the keyboard with high efficiency as usual.
But her heartbeat refused to slow.
For her, power was the most seductive outfit a man could wear.
If paired with a good appearance, it was perfect.
Tang Song now was the top-level existence.
He carried a charm between nobility and danger.
His attraction to her was comparable to a “succubus.”
Just being near him felt like being enveloped in an addictive aura.
Shen Yuyan pressed her legs together;
the black stockings rubbed lightly, bringing a strange sensation.
Her mind surged with thoughts.
Then her gaze flickered.
Lin Muxue had to attend the LVMH social gala tonight and needed to leave around 4 p.m., likely returning late.
This was a rare chance to spend ti alone with Tang Song.
She had to prepare well.
.......
At 5 p.m.,
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Victoria Harbour was bathed in a golden-orange dusk glow.
Tang Song leaned half back in a single sofa chair, holding a book in his palm, posture relaxed, but his eyes calm and focused.
The Four Seasons spa truly lived up to its reputation. After the entire treatnt, every cell in his body felt comprehensively relaxed and stretched.
It was as if his body had been completely reset, and even his thoughts felt especially clear.
“Ding ding ding—” The phone suddenly rang.
[Shen Yuyan]
Tang Song casually answered, “Hello, Shirley.”
“President Tang, Luna has already left the hotel. Are you free now?”
“Uh, yes.” Tang Song smiled, closing the book.
“The weather is nice today, and it’s the weekend. How about a night tour of Hong Kong? I can show you the local culture and try so authentic food.”
“Sounds good.”
He had originally planned to go out with this campus belle tonight for a al and a stroll.
Unexpectedly, she took the initiative to invite him.
“So... when shall we leave?”
“Anyti.”
Just then,
“Knock, knock, knock—” A gentle knock sounded.
In the receiver ca Shen Yuyan’s slightly playful voice: “Then President Tang, please open the door.”
Tang Song chuckled softly, hung up, and got up to open the door.
Outside, Shen Yuyan stood cheerfully.
She had changed out of her professional outfit, wearing comfortable sneakers, slim jeans, a white tight undershirt, and a light blue sun-protection shirt over it.
She looked fresh and clean, full of youthful energy, completely different from the serious, professional special assistant in the afternoon.
“Hello, President Tang, shall we go?” Shen Yuyan tilted her head slightly, smiling brightly, exuding an enticing, vigorous vitality.
“Let’s go!”
Stepping out of the Four Seasons Hotel, a gentle breeze brushed against them, carrying a salty dampness.
Tang Song asked with interest, “Where are we going? Any special plans, Assistant Shen?”
Shen Yuyan suddenly stopped, gently turned, and stood before him.
“President Tang,” she said seriously but with just the right amount of playfulness, “Although our company doesn’t strictly require clocking in, we do value working hours, right? It’s already Saturday evening. I haven’t signed a servitude contract, and you should also log off as the boss and take a rest.”
Tang Song was montarily stunned but seed to understand what she ant, smiling in agreent, “Of course, no problem, Yuyan.”
A cunning smile appeared in Shen Yuyan’s eyes. “Let’s go, Tang Song. Let’s take the Hong Kong subway once. Gogogo.”
She casually waved her hand forward, her steps light as the wind, like classmates heading to a night market.
Tang Song watched her back, smiling, and followed with long strides.
The two weaved through the crowd under the early evening lights, walking from the luxurious, quiet Four Seasons Hotel to the bustling Sheung Wan district.
Shen Yuyan obviously did her howork, knowing the route inside out, occasionally pointing to street scenes and casually sharing interesting local gossip.
Laughing and chatting, they swiped their cards and entered the subway station.
The Island Line subway cars were clean and bright. With gentle swaying, they quickly reached their first stop—Causeway Bay.
Once they erged from the station, the city’s most authentic and lively night scene greeted them.
Yellow lights flooded the narrow alleys, neon signs of various colors flickered, and the air was filled with mixed aromas of different foods, like the opening scene of a vivid Hong Kong movie.
Shen Yuyan led him through winding paths, passing crowded alleys, finally stopping in front of a slightly old building.
“We’re here!” She pointed to the lit first floor upstairs and pulled his arm upstairs without argunt.
Opening the door, a familiar smoky, lively atmosphere hit them.
The inside was simple with plastic tables and chairs, but it was packed with people, mostly locals speaking Cantonese, voices rising and falling, and constant sounds of woks stirring.
They finally managed to sit by the window.
After so discussion, they ordered several signature dishes. Shen Yuyan didn’t forget to add two bottles of San Miguel beer.
Soon the beer arrived first.
She didn’t use a cup but raised the bottle directly, smiling at him, “Cheers!”
“Cheers.”
The two beer bottles clinked crisply in the air.
Shen Yuyan tilted her head back and took a big gulp;
a few strands of hair on her forehead fluttered, making her look relaxed and genuine.
Soon, dishes arrived one after another, mainly authentic Cantonese and Hong Kong-style roasted ats.
The colors were vibrant, and the aromas enticing.
Tang Song especially liked the honey-glazed char siu and the wok-heated dry-fried beef ho fun.
While feasting, Shen Yuyan introduced the restaurant’s history to him:
“At its peak, there were over a thousand dai pai dong stalls in Hong Kong;
now only about twenty remain. The licensing controls are too strict, and many old brands were eliminated.”
“This restaurant has been around for over 50 years and has a very good reputation.”
At this mont, Shen Yuyan seed to have completely transford.
Gone was the usual cautiousness and probing;
instead, she showed the confident, flamboyant campus belle from university, with bright, clear eyes full of spirit.
Tang Song looked at her, sowhat entranced.
After finishing this down-to-earth dai pai dong al, the two transferred along the Island Line to the crowded Tsim Sha Tsui.
At the Lan Fong Yuen entrance in the basent of Chungking Mansions, a long queue had already ford.
It was over 7 p.m. on a Saturday night, and the place was packed with tourists and locals alike checking in.
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Shen Yuyan took a sip, her eyes lighting up, and imdiately offered the straw to Tang Song, “Tang Song, try this, it’s really good.”
Tang Song obediently lowered his head and sipped through the straw.
The rich tea aroma and smooth milk blended perfectly, with just the right sweetness—truly living up to its reputation.
They shared the milk tea as they strolled through the bustling streets.
The intersecting neon lights stretched and shrank their shadows, with flowing crowds and noisy city sounds around them.
Shen Yuyan casually pointed at street scenes along the way, enthusiastically sharing various facts and anecdotes she knew.
When ntioning so private spicy jokes, she mischievously stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly with orchid-like breath.
The faintly flirtatious atmosphere always inexplicably stirred ripples in Tang Song’s heart.
They passed several streets and walked into the southernmost waterfront pronade of Kowloon Peninsula;
not far was the famous Avenue of Stars.
Victoria Harbour reflected the dazzling lights from both sides;
on the water, the distant horn of a cruise ship sounded, accompanied by a gentle sea breeze, creating a dreamlike beauty.
The two walked slowly along the shore, steps in sync, chatting casually.
Sohow, their topic shifted from Hong Kong’s social customs to their alma mater.
Listening to the once campus belle talk about the stories of Yancheng University of Science and Technology,
Tang Song’s thoughts seed instantly pulled back to their youthful college days—
the playground, library, classrooms, cafeteria... Familiar scenes flashed through his mind.
As they chatted, they sohow disagreed over the price of the cafeteria’s claypot rice noodles.
Shen Yuyan firmly insisted it was 7 yuan a bowl.
Tang Song clearly rembered it as 8 yuan.
They “argued” quietly while walking, the tone low, but the atmosphere gradually beca a little confrontational.
Shen Yuyan suddenly stopped, looking at him with a dissatisfied expression, “How about a bet?”
“What’s the bet?” Tang Song asked curiously.
Shen Yuyan pursed her lips and teased, “If you’re wrong, let give you a kiss. How about that, handso?”
Hearing this, Tang Song nearly laughed out loud, “And if you’re wrong?”
“Hmm...” Shen Yuyan deliberately dragged out the sound, pretending to think, “Then... I’ll let you kiss .”
Tang Song restrained his laughter and seriously said, “Sounds fair. It’s a bet!”
“OK!”
Shen Yuyan snapped her fingers excitedly and casually pulled out her phone.
She found a phone number and dialed, putting it on speaker.
“Beep beep beep—”
A coquettish, cute voice ca from the speaker, “Hello? Yanyan, I thought you were busy with sothing big. Why are you calling suddenly?”
Hearing the familiar voice, Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat, his expression slightly awkward.
“Qingqing.” Shen Yuyan looked into Tang Song’s eyes and smiled, “I’m asking you, how much was the claypot rice noodles at our cafeteria?”
Xu Qing hesitated, puzzled, “Uh... 8 yuan, why are you asking this all of a sudden?”
“Never mind, you keep typing, bye.”
“Crazy...” Xu Qing muttered, then hung up.
Shen Yuyan put away her phone, frustrated, lightly patting her forehead, “That was a crisp slap to the face.”
She sighed lightly, then lifted her head to look into Tang Song’s eyes, slowly leaning in.
Her eyes shone like the brightest star in the night sky.
The fresh scent of her perfu grew clearer as she approached.
Her light blue shirt fluttered slightly in the evening breeze, revealing the white camisole underneath.
Her full curves were outlined clearly, and the tight abdominal lines subtly visible, radiating a strong, healthy sexual tension.
Shen Yuyan slightly raised her delicate chin, her tone carrying a carefree spirit of “losing the bet.”
“Qingqing is our number one foodie at Yancheng University of Science and Technology. She rembers better than anyone. Since I was wrong, I admit defeat.”
Looking at this face so close, the campus belle’s face, Tang Song’s heartbeat started to accelerate and then accelerate again.
After all, the voice on the phone was his coser girlfriend, who was also Shen Yuyan’s good friend.
Poor Qingqing had instantly beco a link between the two of them.
This feeling was especially... thrilling.
It must be said, Shen Yuyan was really good at setting the mood.
Without a word, she pushed the atmosphere to the brink.
The wind blowing from Victoria Harbour carried a salty dampness, mingled with distant car noises and crowd chatter, along with her faint perfu.
Tang Song stepped forward half a step, gently cupping her chin with his fingers.
He lowered his head, drawing near.
Shen Yuyan’s whole body trembled slightly, then closed her eyes.
Her lips were soft and warm, carrying the faint sweetness of the milk tea she had just drunk, along with her unique scent.
Clear and alluring.
Like a mint cigarette slowly ignited by starlight in the deep night.
Tang Song’s fingers slowly slid down her neck, feeling the delicate warmth of her skin.
From her throat ca a barely audible soft “mmm.”
The most wonderful state of flirtation is probably—
You know sothing will happen between you, but you don’t know exactly when.
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