Chapter 2081 - 682: Imagination Space (Part 4)
"Sister Shuyu, just sit on my lap to eat, the chair is cold," Tang Song said earnestly.
A flash of panic appeared in Xie Shuyu’s eyes, but she quickly resumed her usual composed demeanor.
With a stern face, she said, "Stop fooling around, Song."
As she spoke, she tried to get up from his lap.
But Tang Song refused to let go.
Instead, he moved back a little, making her sit even more snugly on his lap.
The distance between their breaths suddenly shortened.
Feeling his hot, sturdy body.
Xie Shuyu’s body completely stiffened, and she whispered, "This isn’t right... How can I eat like this? Let me go."
"Then shall I feed you by hand?"
"You...!"
Tang Song chuckled, lowered his head, and his warm lips landed on her smooth, slender neck.
The most sensitive spot was attacked.
Xie Shuyu let out a soft moan, her skin erupting in goosebumps.
"!!!"
Tang Song’s hand smoothly slipped under the hem of her silk blouse, his palm resting on her slender, warm waist.
In the cozy restaurant in the morning,
Rang the low, slightly angry exclamation of the female CEO, and the sound of thoughtful pondering.
It took quite a while before it finally quieted down.
Xie Shuyu kept a stern face, firmly held in his arms.
Taking small bites of her food.
"Sister Shuyu, I’m not going anywhere today," Tang Song said gently, his cheek pressed against her smooth hair, "Where do you want to go? Or what do you want to do? I can accompany you."
Xie Shuyu paused slightly as she was chewing.
Instinctively wanting him to accompany her to work.
After all, today was Friday, the trouble with Zhongshu Group was still unresolved.
She had plenty of issues she wanted to discuss with him in detail.
But just as she was about to speak, Meng Ran’s photo flashed uncontrollably in her mind.
She lowered her eyelashes, pursed her lips, suppressing the complex emotions in her heart.
"Then accompany me for a walk around Rong City."
"Sure!"
...
Chicago, Park Hyatt Hotel, Presidential Suite.
Local time, 9 p.m.
Outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows was Chicago’s "Magnificent Mile," a dazzling skyline of the city.
The distant Lake Michigan appeared like an ink sea.
The lighting in the suite’s living room was adjusted just right.
The air was filled with the aroma of 25-year-old Macallan whiskey.
Secretary Jin lounged lazily on the sofa, wearing a simple knit top, her long legs elegantly crossed.
The amber liquid in the crystal glass moved at her fingertips.
Sitting across from her was another woman with a strong aura.
Medium-length dark brown hair, fiery red lips, a navy tailored suit, and sharp eyes.
"So, you’re implying I should give up the Illinois seat in the Senate Finance Committee and push all in for Cruz on the Energy and Natural Resources Committee?"
Sloan’s tone was calm, without any emotional fluctuation.
"That’s right." Secretary Jin took a sip of whiskey, her eyes as calm as a lake, "The Finance Committee is now the Democrats’ stronghold. Even if we invest resources, we can’t change the landscape. But the Energy Committee is different, it’s fifty-fifty. Having Cruz in there means heavier influence for us over oil and clean energy export regulations."
A glint of thought passed in Sloan’s eyes, and then she went straight to the point, "This isn’t an ordinary campaign, it’s a direct confrontation with the Koch family and the entire oil faction. If we want to win, I need a bigger budget. Fifty million US Dollars, plus some ’dirt’ on environmental issues from the Kate family."
Secretary Jin smiled slightly, showing no surprise at all.
"Money has never been an issue." She reached into a document bag beside her and pulled out a file, pushing it toward Sloan, "Here’s what you asked for."
Sloan glanced down and opened it, her red lips curving into a smile.
"Excellent, Mira, dealing with you is always straightforward and precise, I truly adore you."
At that moment.
"Knock knock knock—"
There was a soft knocking on the door.
"Come in."
Shangguan Qiuya walked in, dressed in professional attire.
She slightly bent down, "Chairman Jin, Ms. Sloan."
Sloan closed the file in her hand, casually tidied her suit, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"Then I won’t disturb you any longer, need to gather the team for an emergency meeting."
She paused, adding a remark with deep implications, "Mira, rest assured, the odds on this deal are good. Also, tell Song I’m waiting for him in New York to fulfill his promise."
With that, she coolly turned and left.
The sound of high heels on the thick carpet soon faded down the corridor.
Secretary Jin retracted her gaze, leaning back onto the sofa, "Go ahead, what’s the matter?"
Shangguan Qiuya stepped forward, lowering her voice to report, "I just received an encrypted email from President Tang, his next step is... to personally become CEO of Xuanji Light Realm."
Hearing this news, Secretary Jin’s long jade-like fingers slowly interlocked and tightened on her knee.
The suite instantly fell silent.
Only the faint hum of the distant city could be heard beyond the window.
After a long while, she spoke in a voice devoid of emotion, "I see."
Shangguan Qiuya gazed slightly downwards, though her heart was surging with waves.
She knew very well what this decision meant.
You should know, the current chairman of Xuanji Light Realm is Miss Ouyang.
And it’s right after President Tang’s trip to Rong City, accompanying Ouyang Xianyue to visit Academician Ouyang, that he immediately made this decision.
What does this imply?
Is it deeper trust and binding, or another level of alliance and tacit understanding?
As for what happened between President Tang and Miss Ouyang, and whether it stays within the realm of cooperation...
The possibilities are indeed vast.