Chapter 2099 - 687: Ouyang Xianyue’s Invitation
The soft sound of footsteps echoed outside the door.
Secretary Chen Jing pushed the door open and entered, her tone low and respectful: "Miss Ouyang, Mr. Tang and Xie Shuyu have already arrived at the Jinjiang Hotel to attend the private meeting by First Finance this afternoon, which has caused quite a stir."
Ouyang Xianyue casually fiddled with a strand of hair by her temple, her voice steady: "Contact First Finance immediately. Tell them that Tang Song can be mentioned indirectly, but any form of exclusive interview is prohibited, and there should be no overly detailed direct reports."
She paused slightly, seemingly choosing her words, then added: "Glimmer Coffee can be covered, and Xie Shuyu can be mentioned as well. But under no circumstances should they both appear in any public reports as a ’couple.’
"Understood, I’ll notify them right away." Chen Jing nodded in agreement.
"You’ll handle this personally at Jinjiang Hotel to ensure nothing goes wrong." Ouyang Xianyue paused again and continued, "By the way, invite Tang Song and Xie Shuyu to have a casual meal tomorrow to get to know each other."
"Okay." Chen Jing agreed immediately, adding before she left: "I have added Shen Yuyan of Rongliu Capital to my private WhatsApp and sent her a formal electronic invitation to the summit on your behalf. Moreover, all her arrangements during her stay in Shen City, including her hotel, private car, and necessary security, have been made."
"Hmm."
Chen Jing bowed and left, and the room returned to silence.
Ouyang Xianyue walked to the desk, spread paper, and dipped ink.
The slender pen tip slowly roamed over the rice paper—
[Delicate clouds spread across the Milky Way, sparse raindrops on the sycamore. Seeking a virtuous horseman, the sound of music echoes softly.]
Signature and stamp.
She gazed at the majestic handwriting on the paper, but her eyes gradually deepened.
She knew Jin Weixiao’s nature.
If Tang Song and another woman were publicly reported as a ’couple.’
That would touch her absolute sensitive spot.
Su Yu had once tried to test her boundaries in a similarly relentless way.
In order not to truly anger the ’Miss Smile’ far away in the United States, causing any irrational actions that might harm Tang Song or those around him.
This risk, she could not take.
And thinking about the upcoming ’casual meal’ tonight.
Ouyang Xianyue’s heart, rare as it was, felt a slight anxiety.
Since she had decided to join this game.
Then she must be proactive in sending out some clear signals to the main characters at the table.
But she was already 36 years old.
To really make her, like those young girls, go out of her way to say something, to probe, to flirt,
The grace and pride rooted in her bones made her feel extremely ashamed.
Perhaps having Xie Shuyu, a woman of similar age, at the scene would be better.
It might serve as a buffer.
She could take the opportunity to discuss her and subtly test his true intentions.
If... he indeed had no such inclination.
Then she would naturally let it go and think of another way.
"Sigh—"
With this thought, she let out a long sigh, raising her hand to rub her aching brow.
It had been a long time since she experienced such a sense of gain and loss.
And even an indescribable fear.
Perhaps she feared that her image in his mind would completely collapse because of this.
...
The formal presentation segment of the private meeting had ended.
The lighting softened, and the gentle strains of a string quartet flowed through the hall.
Guests, with champagne in hand, navigated the tables laden with exquisite tea pastries and snacks.
The event had reached its core part, free socializing.
This was also the true climax of every closed-door private meeting.
Fang Zhiyuan stood alone in a corner of the hall.
He held a glass of red wine, his expression hesitant.
His gaze repeatedly turned to the center of the banquet hall.
There, Tang Song and Xie Shuyu were being praised and surrounded like stars.
High-level executives from the capital circle, brand representatives, even government officials.
All gathered around them, laughter and conversations intertwined.
His heart grew anxiously restless.
He had come this time wanting to discuss Ling Chain Technology’s financing matters with them.
But seeing the current situation, he didn’t even dare approach.
After all, those there were major capital figures, while he was now trying to discuss his cold chain logistics company.
It seemed somewhat inappropriate.
Time passed bit by bit.
Seeing that figure surrounded by the crowd, Fang Zhiyuan downed the red wine in his glass.
He wiped his mouth, steeling his heart,
"Go for it."
He gritted his teeth and walked towards that direction.
As an entrepreneur who had fought his way up from the bottom, he never lacked courage.
Nor was he willing to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
However, he hadn’t taken more than a few steps.
Tang Song suddenly set his wine glass down, nodded slightly, and gracefully detached himself from the crowd.
With elegant steps, he crossed the hall, heading in his direction.
His expression was calm, without an emotional ripple.
The crisp lines of his suit shimmered under the lights.
That composed aura made Fang Zhiyuan subconsciously hold his breath.
Immediately, that figure drew closer, stopping directly in front of him.
"Mr. Fang," Tang Song’s voice was calm and magnetic, "Do you have a moment to chat?"
Fang Zhiyuan’s face turned instantly red, his voice slightly trembling, "Of course! Absolutely! President Tang, please!"
Tang Song smiled faintly and walked towards the resting area in the corner.
The two of them sat on a quiet sofa, Fang Zhiyuan sitting upright, nervously watching him.