Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

But compared to TY Precision, a national treasure, it’s still far off.

Moreover, this is Rong City.

Whether in the local political scene, financial community, or manufacturing and research sectors,

almost all have intricate ties with TY Precision.

Here, Ouyang Xianyue is not just a name,

but more of a synonym for power and influence.

...

Among all these complex glances,

Tang Song seemed unaware, still elegantly lounging on the sofa, sipping his champagne.

His expression was calm, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

Yet in his mind, he pondered about Ouyang Xianyue’s sudden "invitation."

After the role interaction task ended.

The role interaction task "Visit and Comfort" had ended.

He had unlocked the contact privilege with this Precision Queen, and they had long exchanged personal communication methods.

But instead of contacting him privately, Ouyang Xianyue instead sent her chief secretary to this public setting to boldly extend a "private dinner" invitation.

Perhaps this was an opportunity to use him as a "support platform."

But surely, it wasn’t just that.

Tang Song never underestimated this Precision Queen.

This isn’t a game.

Ouyang Xianyue has her own mindset and emotions, with very deep calculations.

She never acts without intention.

Every step she takes is well thought out.

Is she trying to show me something?

Or is it meant for Secretary Jin?

After all, everything happening here can’t be hidden from someone paying attention.

Secretary Jin will surely know, and will certainly have a reaction.

And all of this seems to align with the strategy in "Tang Song’s" dream.

He once had many chances to foster a closer alliance between Ouyang, Secretary Jin, and Anne.

Yet he didn’t; instead, he used Su Yu to subtly manipulate the psychological distance and trust boundaries between them.

This created the current balance of power.

Now that he’s returned to himself, should he untangle this "misunderstanding"?

His fingers gently caressed the edge of the wine glass.

The bubbles of the champagne popped gently under the light.

...

Night gradually fell.

The final segment of the First Finance private gathering concluded amid the melodious piano music.

The venue’s lights were slightly brighter than before.

The social interactions among guests had unknowingly simmered down.

Waiters began to clear the silver trays and wine bottles from the dining tables.

The representative from the organizers took the stage again for the closing remarks, his tone gentle and polite:

"Thank you for your presence, and we look forward to meeting again on a larger stage in the future."

Applause erupted.

Subsequently, the background music resumed.

Guests gradually dispersed, with mostly familiar circles left exchanging business cards or taking photos together.

After a few exchanges, Tang Song led Xie Shuyu and Meng Ran to leave the banquet hall first.

Outside the Jinjiang Hotel, the lights were dazzling.

A black Bentley Mulsanne quietly awaited at the entrance.

The car’s body shimmered with a deep glow under the lights.

The driver in a black suit had been waiting by the side, respectfully holding the car door open.

"Mr. Tang."

Xie Shuyu turned around and said softly, "Tang Song, I need to go back to Times Mansion first to pick up some clothes and daily essentials. If I’m staying at your place tonight, I should prepare. It’ll be convenient to drop Ranran off on the way."

Though Tang Song had prepared quite a few fitting clothes for her, her cleanliness habits preferred her own items.

Especially intimate wear like underwear and stockings.

Tang Song nodded, "Alright, no problem."

"Thank you, bosses!"

The three of them got into the car.

The Bentley slowly drove out of the hotel driveway, merging into the night.

Outside the car window, the neon lights and traffic intertwined into a flowing painting.

Xie Shuyu leaned on the seat, rolled down the window slightly, letting the evening breeze caress her hair.

Silently she gazed out the window.

Rong City’s night always carried a damp warmth, mixed with spices, wine, and the city’s vibrant atmosphere.

Her thoughts lingered on the banquet’s bustle and the appearance of "Secretary Chen."

The surreal feeling still rippled in her mind.

She needed time to process it.

...

At Times Mansion, Xie Shuyu changed into a set of comfortable casual clothes.

She stuffed a few changes of clothing, her makeup pouch, and her ever-present work file into her travel bag.

After a brief goodbye with her friend Meng Ran, she returned to the car.

The Bentley Mulsanne drove west along Huanhua Creek.

More than 20 minutes later, they finally arrived at Jinli Villa.

The wind blew through, gently swaying the bamboo grove in the yard, with the leaves making a soft "swooshing" sound.

Apart from that, there wasn’t a single noise.

Quiet, private, imbued with an ineffable peace.

Here, there were only the two of them.

In such an environment, Xie Shuyu felt entirely relaxed.

Just as she entered the Bamboo Pavilion residence, before the door was fully closed,

a strong scent hit from behind.

Subsequently, Tang Song held her tall, alluring body in his arms.

The warmth of his lips touched her smooth nape.

"Mm..."

Xie Shuyu murmured softly, the skin on her body instantly raised with tiny goosebumps.

Tang Song’s hand stroked her slender waist, fingertips applying gentle pressure.

Xie Shuyu’s breath became increasingly quick, as she tightly clasped his hand.

With a slight blush, she said, "Wait... I-I’m not feeling well today..."

Last night, not fully adjusted yet, she was pulled into an intense tennis match.