novelraw Chapter 259: Wings in Motion
Chapter 259: Wings in Motion
Yanjing Huating, Building 6
“Yeah, I’m going to Su Yu’s concert tonight. The ticket’s from my boyfriend.”
“Alright, thank you, Teacher Mengchu. You’ve been a great help.”
“Bye~ Once you’re done with this round of training, I’ll treat you to a big meal.”
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yaqian glanced at the clock: 13:40.
The concert officially starts at 8:00 p.m., with entry allowed an hour or two beforehand. There was still plenty of time.
“Thud-thud-thud—” Wearing slippers, Zhao Yaqian hurried into the east-facing bedroom.
She had set this room up as a partial study.
In one corner stood a small wooden bookshelf, accompanied by a height-adjustable desk and an ergonomic chair.
Opening her laptop, she logged into WeChat and began meticulously reviewing the files sent by Teacher Zhang Mengchu. After the initial confusion and frustration, Zhao Yaqian had steeled herself to dive into online searches, researching the beauty industry’s current state, market trends, and future projections.
Yet the more she read, the more bewildered she became.
This task, assigned by her boyfriend, was clearly beyond her depth, but she was determined not to let him down.
Seeking help, she reached out to the most knowledgeable person in her network—Teacher Zhang Mengchu from Zoryue Vocational Training School.
Zhang Mengchu, with extensive experience and sharp market insights, had enthusiastically offered her assistance after learning about her intentions.
“In the segmented market, non-surgical aesthetic treatments are growing rapidly. By 2023, the market size is expected to expand to 146.1 billion yuan, driving the industry's growth. Additionally, comprehensive beauty spas…”
3:00 p.m.
“Qianqian! I’m back!” A familiar voice called from outside.
Yawning, Zhao Yaqian rubbed her temples and shouted, “Tingzi, I’m here!”
She got up and headed out.
She truly disliked reading, especially dense market analysis documents. Her brain felt sluggish, and the constant need to look things up only made it worse.
It seemed she’d have to ask her cousin and Little Xue for help later.
As she opened the door, she nearly bumped into a rushing He Liting.
“Our company gave us the afternoon off! Qianqian, start getting ready—do your makeup, pick your outfit. Let’s grab dinner downstairs at 5:00 and head out right after.”
“It’s only 3:00! Leaving at 6:00 would still be fine. I want to nap a bit.” Another yawn escaped her lips.
“How can you sleep right now? We’ve got front-row VIP seats in the inner section, super close to Su Yu! Plus, the Olympic Center is packed today. It’s better to go early and avoid any hassle.”
While He Liting wasn’t exactly a fangirl, the infectious buzz at her company had swept her along.
“Fine, I’ll go do my makeup.”
“Let’s do it together! It’s a big day—I want to use your fancy makeup. Gorgeous and generous Miss Zhao surely won’t refuse, right?”
“Of course not, Miss Zhao the Unrivaled!” Zhao Yaqian quipped, playfully arching her fluffy brows.
Laughing, the two headed to the vanity table in the master bedroom’s walk-in closet and got busy.
After more than half an hour, He Liting, having finished applying her lipstick, turned to her sexy and stunning cousin.
Thinking about the upcoming concert, she hesitated briefly before speaking.
“Qianqian, there’s something I need to tell you in advance, so you’re mentally prepared.”
“Huh? What is it?” Zhao Yaqian asked curiously.
Biting her lip, He Liting said softly, “One of our colleagues coming to the concert is our company’s VP, Gao Mengting.”
“Gao Mengting… Isn’t she Brother Song’s business partner?”
“Yeah, I’ve mentioned her before. She’s Tang Song’s age, really pretty, and they’re quite close.”
He Liting looked at her cousin with some concern.
Although the invitation seats Tang Song had provided were mostly scattered, they weren’t far apart. It’d be easy to run into each other.
Aside from Gao, there was also that wealthy beauty from the barbecue restaurant. Who knew if she’d show up tonight?
If they all met, there could be some drama.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Yaqian said, “Tingzi, don’t tell anyone I’m Tang Song’s girlfriend. Just say I’m your cousin.”
He Liting pressed her lips together and nodded lightly, sighing internally.
Qianqian was growing up—more mature and understanding. Some things didn’t need to be spelled out for her to grasp them.
A smile quickly returned to Zhao Yaqian’s face. Twirling in front of the mirror, she asked coyly, “Tingzi, doesn’t my new wine-red hair look gorgeous? Do you think Brother Song will be smitten when he sees me?”
“Absolutely! Seeing the stunning Qianqian, he’ll probably want to sweep you off your feet right then and there!”
“Hehe, Zhao the Unrivaled! Brother Song loves me the most!” Winking at her reflection, she laughed.
Ring ring—
Her phone buzzed.
“It’s Little Xue,” she said, smiling. “She’s probably done with work and heading over. Perfect timing—let’s all go to the concert together.”
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Yanjing Huating, Building 1
“Ding-dong—ding-dong—” The doorbell rang.
The housekeeper glanced at the screen and quickly opened the door. “Miss Qin, welcome! Miss Tian is waiting for you in her room.”
“Thanks, Aunt Pei.” Qin Hua switched to disposable slippers and knocked on a door. “Little Jing, open up.”
After a pause, a faint click sounded, and the door opened.
“Coming!”
Qin Hua’s expression turned suspicious. “What took you so long? You weren’t up to something shady, were you?”
Tian Jing swatted her friend’s hip and pouted, “Don’t overthink. I was just taking some photos for my boyfriend.”
“What photos? Let me see.” Qin Hua held out her hand.
Tian Jing’s face turned crimson. “No way! It’s a little fun between couples.”
Clutching her phone, she darted to the bedside.
Earlier, she had sent Tang Song a message while wearing a stunning gold dress, asking if he’d be attending tonight’s concert.
Tang Song had asked her to send some selfies, showing unexpected interest in her choice of attire.
Embarrassed yet excited, she’d removed her leggings to take a few daring shots, only to be interrupted by her best friend’s arrival.
Backstage at the Yanjing Olympic Center
Zhao Mingying jogged after her colleagues into the backstage work hall.
The once-cluttered space was now pristine and orderly, with everyone hard at work.
The arrival of Tang Zong Entertainment’s CEO—a pivotal figure within Xingyun International—was an event of immense significance. Such a high-profile figure seldom visited concert backstages.
After a tense ten-minute wait, a group of security personnel entered, escorting several individuals. The sheer presence they commanded was overwhelming.
At the forefront stood a striking pair—a man and a woman.
The woman, recognizable from countless industry news articles, was none other than the former star agent and artist director, now Tang Zong Entertainment’s CEO.
Beside her was a young man dressed in a white shirt and jeans, his figure lean yet toned. His features were sharp, with an understated confidence that made it difficult to discern his emotions.
Zhao Mingying glanced discreetly, puzzled.
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As the group passed, a female secretary broke away, walking toward Zhao’s team.
Her calm, authoritative voice carried through:
“Director Zhao, please head over. CEO Mo has some instructions for you.”
Administrative Office
A soft knock echoed on the far end of the corridor.
“Enter,” came a composed, authoritative voice.
Three staff members stepped in, their postures immediately stiffening at the sight of the boss seated on the sofa.
Mo Xiangwan gave a subtle nod, her gaze sweeping across the trio. She gestured gracefully toward the young man beside her.
“This is Tang Song, President Tang. He will provide you with instructions. Please give him your full cooperation.”
“Yes, CEO Mo!” The trio responded swiftly, stealing glances at the man.
Tang Song’s features exuded both warmth and authority, his calm demeanor captivating. Even in the presence of Mo Xiangwan, he appeared perfectly composed.
Backstage Rehearsal Room
The gentle, ethereal sound of the guitar filled the room.
Mo Xiangwan stood silently, watching Tang Song strum with precision. Her mind wandered.
She had long known Tang Song as a man of unmatched intellect and foresight. To see him now, taking the stage for Su Yu’s sake, was deeply surprising.
Mo Xiangwan had been Su Yu’s manager and confidante for years. She knew her better than anyone.
To Su Yu, Tang Song wasn’t merely a lover. He was her anchor—her emotional lifeline.
She glanced at her phone.
Su Yu had arrived backstage with the guest performers, ready for her warm-up.
Beyond a few walls, Tang Song was rehearsing. Their reunion was imminent.
Su Yu’s Resting Room
Su Yu lay reclined in a lounge chair, her half-closed eyes serene, her silhouette illuminated by the soft lighting.
Her tranquility radiated an otherworldly charm, a habit of hers whenever anxiety struck.
Hearing footsteps approach, she turned slightly, her long hair brushing against her elegant neck.
“Sister Xiangwan.”
“How are the preparations going?” Mo Xiangwan asked.
“Everything’s fine.”
After a brief exchange, Mo Xiangwan looked into Su Yu’s clear eyes and suddenly said, “Tang Song told me he’ll be at your concert tonight.”
Su Yu froze, her body stiffening, her gaze flickering with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes.
A moment later, she closed them, letting the tears flow silently down her flawless face.