novelraw Chapter 307: A vs. E, Is Su Yu a Hopeless Romantic?
Chapter 307: A vs. E, Is Su Yu a Hopeless Romantic?
Liu Wenning took a deep breath, clenching his fists tightly.
It seemed that every encounter with Tang Song left him feeling utterly disgusted.
He had already given up on Gao Mengting, and now Tang Song was interfering with Cheng Qiuqiu.
Although he hadn’t interacted with Qiuqiu much, his seasoned romantic instincts told him she was the type who appeared cold on the outside but was warm and passionate within.
According to Molly, Qiuqiu had never been in a relationship before. She didn’t seem particularly interested in the idea, nor did she have any close male friends.
To Liu Wenning, this made her all the more thrilling.
Girls like her, who were hard to reach but burned brightly once they opened up, were the most exciting.
He had been looking forward to this trip, hoping to bond with her during the ride and performance, to clear any misunderstandings and make progress.
But all his plans had been thrown into disarray.
Watching the four people on stage exchanging words, Liu Wenning’s lips curled into a sneer, a hint of mockery in his eyes.The so-called “White Knights Band” was nothing more than a makeshift group formed for fun. They occasionally picked up gigs for side income.
The only reason they even got gigs was because of him—Liu Wenning, the internet-famous singer.
The others were amateurs who mostly played backup during performances.
Take today’s song, New Boy, for instance. The lead accompaniment was the guitar, and the rhythm depended on him to guide it.
He didn’t believe Tang Song, who had jumped into this on a whim, could pull off anything remarkable.
He could already imagine how “brilliant” the upcoming performance would be.
Feeling smug, Liu Wenning relaxed, sipping his drink while leaning against the table, his gaze fixed on the stage.
Qiuqiu pressed her lips together, her eyes betraying a trace of worry.
She didn’t know Tang Song’s skill level and had never performed with him before. All she could do was follow the original arrangement as best she could.
“Ready? Let’s start,” Tang Song said with a confident smile, giving the group an OK sign.
His infectious grin made Qiuqiu relax a little.
After all, this wasn’t a formal performance, and with the club owner Li Junyi present, it could just be treated as a bit of fun.
Under the bright stage lights, Tang Song lowered his head over his guitar, a wave of joy and expression swelling in his chest.
The musical skills he’d gained from the Dream Instance were as natural and instinctive as if he’d honed them through years of practice.
His emotions surged—full of excitement, happiness, and anticipation. He wanted to share them, to let them flow.
His left hand pressed the guitar strings while his right hovered over the soundhole.
“Ding-ding-dong-dong~~”
Clear, crisp notes cascaded from his fingertips, confident and lively.
His body swayed gently to the rhythm as he played.
The melody flowed like a fresh spring or a luminous moonlight—light and agile.
Instantly, the atmosphere transformed, a relaxing and joyful mood spreading through the room, like a sunny morning breeze caressing your face.
The audience was captivated, drawn effortlessly into the world of the song.
Gradually, the once-busy recreational area fell silent.
All eyes turned to Tang Song.
Liu Wenning’s grip on his drink tightened. His lips twitched as disbelief flickered across his face.
He prided himself on his expertise and could immediately tell the quality of Tang Song’s playing.
Just from the intro, it was flawless.
The level was extraordinary—far superior to his own.
Damn!
Cursing inwardly, Liu Wenning felt a wave of unease wash over him.
The guitar solo ended, transitioning seamlessly as the drumbeat and keyboard joined in.
Then, Tang Song’s clear, melodic voice filled the air.
「♪ BGM: Yes, I see the sunlight everywhere, joy floating above the city like a dream. A new world arrives as if in a dream… ♪」
Thanks to the Summer Whispers effect and the vocal enhancements from Su Yu’s Lyrics Notebook, his voice carried immense emotional impact.
It brimmed with youthful vigor and a boundless longing for the future.
The deep bassline blended subtly, adding layers to the song.
From her position slightly behind him, Cheng Qiuqiu watched Tang Song in amazement. Her eyes sparkled with admiration.
He’s incredible!
Having studied vocal techniques herself, Qiuqiu could tell how precisely Tang Song controlled the duration and dynamics of each note. Every tone was complete, smooth, and clean.
Not only that, his performance was brimming with emotion, confidence, and ease.
Compared to him, Liu Wenning’s skills fell woefully short—they weren’t even in the same league.
This was the best guitarist she had ever known in real life.
He wasn’t just playing music; he was living it.
Her gaze lingered on Tang Song’s crisp white shirt and jeans. Somehow, the way he looked on stage with his guitar felt familiar.
It was as if she’d seen this youthful, carefree energy somewhere before.
The vibrant music, infused with youthful exuberance, was like a shot of adrenaline.
The riders in the group couldn’t help but move to the rhythm, swaying with the beat.
“Holy crap! This is actually awesome! Why does it sound so good?”
“Awesome? That’s an understatement! I play guitar, and I can confidently say he’s incredible—a true master!”
“I don’t know about guitars, but Tang Song is so handsome! His hands, especially—they’re gorgeous! Ahhh!” a young woman squealed, her cheeks flushing with excitement.
Soon, several other women joined in, their eyes sparkling as they stared at Tang Song in awe.
With his broad shoulders, slim waist, and subtly defined muscles, Tang Song was the picture of vitality and charm.
It was as if he glowed on stage, exuding an irresistible magnetism.
Sitting in her chair, Zhao Yue felt as though a jolt of electricity had coursed through her.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the dazzling Tang Song, her raised phone slowly lowering as if forgotten.
It seemed that every time she met Tang Song, he shattered her previous impressions, leaving her both in awe and regret.
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“Done yet? It’s almost noon!” Li Shumin stood from her desk, rubbing her hands eagerly.
Yao Lingling let out a breath and set down her sketching pen.
She glanced at the completed draft and smiled with satisfaction.
“It’s done. I’ve labeled the materials and accessories. It’s up to you to coordinate with the pattern maker now!”
“No problem. Let’s go, let’s go! Mingxuan’s been waiting in the lobby forever!”
“Alright,” Yao Lingling replied, beginning to pack her things.
She and Li Shumin were set to join Xiao Mingxuan’s new division, and to ensure she made a strong impression, Yao Lingling had poured her heart into her latest project.
From market analysis and research to refining design inspirations and sketching, she had handled nearly every aspect on her own.
Early that morning, Yao Lingling had rushed to the office to work overtime, spending the entire morning immersed in tasks. Finally, she wrapped everything up.
This had been a challenging exercise for her, and she felt a great sense of accomplishment.
With her bag slung over her shoulder, she headed to the front desk.
Xiao Mingxuan, who had been sitting there, stood up with a wry smile. “You two beauties finally finished? It’s nearly impossible to treat you two to a meal.”
Li Shumin stuck out her tongue playfully. “Well, we’ve been creating value for the company, which means more earnings for you, Boss Xiao.”
Xiao Mingxuan blinked, feigning exasperation. “Alright, alright. Then I suppose I owe you a big thank you.”
Chatting lightheartedly, the three of them took the elevator down to the underground parking lot.
Soon, a black Porsche Cayenne rolled smoothly out of the garage.
Under the overcast skies of Yan City, the cityscape looked muted and dim.
Yao Lingling glanced at her phone, anticipation lighting up her face. It was already the 8th of the month!
Shangya Fashion paid salaries on the 10th of each month, and based on the sales performance of her two previous designs, her commission this month would be substantial.
Li Shumin ran her hands over the luxurious interior of the car, her excitement evident. “Mingxuan, where are we eating?”
Xiao Mingxuan casually steered the car with one hand, leaning slightly as he smiled. “Lan Yue Chinese Restaurant. You can look up the menu online in advance.”
“What?! Is that the one in Lanfeng International Hotel?” Li Shumin exclaimed excitedly. “I just saw it on Douyin a few days ago! I was thinking I’d treat myself to a meal there someday when I could afford it. You’re amazing, Boss Xiao!”
“Haha, you’re welcome.”
Yao Lingling hesitated and said awkwardly, “Maybe we should just grab something nearby. You’re always the one treating us, and this time it’s so extravagant.”
She knew about Lan Yue Chinese Restaurant—it was one of the most upscale dining spots in Yan City, with an average spend of over a thousand yuan per person.
Normally, they wouldn’t even think of going there.
“No need. I can expense it,” Xiao Mingxuan replied with a confident wave of his hand. “Don’t be shy. Now that you’re part of the Qi Meng brand division, we’re teammates striving for success together. Let’s keep up the good work!”
“Thank you, Mingxuan!” Li Shumin cheered enthusiastically.
For a junior assistant like her, being transferred to the newly established brand division was a big break. It spared her the risk of being laid off, and she had been over the moon these past few days, celebrating nightly with a bowl of deluxe snail noodles.
Twenty minutes later, the Porsche Cayenne pulled into the parking lot of Lanfeng International Hotel.
The trio got out of the car and entered the hotel’s opulent lobby.
Li Shumin shrank her neck slightly, instinctively inching closer to Xiao Mingxuan. It was her first time in such a high-end venue, and she felt both thrilled and nervous as her eyes darted around, taking everything in.
Her gaze paused suddenly, fixing on the elevator area.
“Lingling! Look, look! Isn’t that 171 Innocent High Girl?” she whispered excitedly. “Damn, her figure is amazing! Those photos weren’t edited after all!”
Hearing this, both Xiao Mingxuan and Yao Lingling turned to look, their expressions stunned.
In the elevator corridor stood a mature and stunningly sexy figure.
She wore black high heels and a fashionable, elegant spaghetti-strap dress that highlighted an exaggerated S-shaped silhouette.
Her chest was full and rounded, her waist impossibly narrow, her legs long, and her curves flawless.
Long, wavy brown hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, complementing her exquisite makeup and radiant skin. Even in profile, her beauty was striking.
Tall, stylish, and exuding effortless charm, she drew every gaze like a magnet.
Yao Lingling’s jaw dropped slightly.
This was her first time seeing Wen Ruan in person. Previously, they’d only been online acquaintances.
In fact, as someone optimistic and outgoing, Yao Lingling had added many friends on Little Red Book and in games, including Tang Song and Wen Ruan.
Naturally, she and others had speculated about Wen Ruan’s photos in their group chats, suspecting some filters or touch-ups.
But seeing her now, the real Wen Ruan was even more stunning than her photos.
And, well... those impressive curves were definitely real!
Yao Lingling’s cheeks turned beet red.
It was an almost surreal encounter. When an A-cup met an E-cup, there was no room for debate.
“Wow, it really is her! She’s so beautiful,” Xiao Mingxuan said, his voice full of admiration.
“Lingling, should we say hi?” Li Shumin nudged her friend nervously. “By the looks of it, this Sister Wen Ruan is really wealthy! She’s carrying an LV Speedy 35 bag, wearing a Chanel dress, and those high-heeled sandals are from Manolo Blahnik!”
Hearing this, Yao Lingling quickly processed it and was equally astonished. “You’re right!”
As fashion designers, they were particularly attuned to these details, and Wen Ruan’s outfit alone spoke volumes about her lifestyle.
Who would’ve thought that this friendly big sister from their games was so affluent?
Xiao Mingxuan shrugged, adding with a smirk, “No wonder she didn’t care about the legendary skin I gifted her in-game. She’s wearing a Rolex Datejust—probably worth about 110,000 yuan.”
“What?!” Li Shumin exclaimed, her eyes wide. “That’s incredible!”
As they drew closer, Yao Lingling grew increasingly nervous.
Clearing her throat twice, she forced a smile and said awkwardly, “Uh, hi, Sister Wen Ruan.”
Hearing her name, Wen Ruan turned immediately, her gaze falling on the young woman before her.
Her face was heart-shaped, her hair tied in a high ponytail, her features delicate and gentle, with a clean, fair complexion.
Overall, she looked fresh and pleasant, someone who immediately inspired friendliness.
Wen Ruan blinked, then broke into a radiant smile. “Lingling, it’s you! Haha, I didn’t expect you to be so cute in person. Guess this counts as a real-life meetup, huh?”
Having seen plenty of Lingling’s photos on her Moments, Wen Ruan recognized her instantly.
She had a good impression of Lingling, one of Tang Song’s junior classmates, but never imagined they’d meet like this.
Yao Lingling lowered her head slightly, her face glowing red. “Sister Wen Ruan, you’re even more beautiful than in your photos.”
Decked out in high-end luxury items, with a dazzling diamond necklace, Wen Ruan seemed almost E-luminating—so much so that Lingling couldn’t bring herself to look directly at her.
“Haha, Lingling, you’re way shyer in person. How adorable!” Wen Ruan teased, pinching her cheeks affectionately.
Beside her, Li Shumin swallowed hard and said softly, “Sister Wen Ruan, hello. I’m Li Shumin, Lingling’s colleague—the one who plays Cai Wenji.”
“Oh, hi, Minmin.”
Xiao Mingxuan, looking at the elegant and stunning Wen Ruan, smiled and said, “Hello, 171 Innocent High Girl. Can you guess who I am?”
“No idea.” Wen Ruan raised an eyebrow. The nickname was just a playful one she used, and hearing it in real life was a bit awkward.
“I’m Yan Province’s Top Side Lane, the one who mains Cheng Yaojin.”
“Oh~,” Wen Ruan nodded in realization.
Xiao Mingxuan extended his hand graciously. “Let’s officially meet. I’m Xiao Mingxuan.”
Wen Ruan, however, didn’t shake his hand. She simply nodded politely. “Hello, I’m Wen Ruan.”
Turning to Yao Lingling, she smiled warmly and asked, “Lingling, what brings you here?”
Yao Lingling quickly replied, “We’re here for lunch, at Lan Yue Chinese Restaurant on the third floor.”
Xiao Mingxuan, who was left hanging mid-handshake, awkwardly withdrew his hand, feeling slightly embarrassed.
Really? So cold?
Given his position, he was dressed entirely in Shangya Fashion attire worth only a few thousand yuan in total. It certainly didn’t make him stand out here.
Smiling wryly to himself, Xiao Mingxuan resolved to wear his 300,000-yuan watch next time to avoid being underestimated.
“Ah, what a coincidence. I’m here too,” Wen Ruan said with a bright smile.
She had an appointment with Zhen Yu from Tang Zong Entertainment. Just thinking about Su Yu made her feel a little nervous.
That morning, Wen Ruan had deliberately gone to an upscale beauty salon for full-body skincare, followed by a session with a professional makeup artist. She had also carefully chosen a high-end outfit for the day.
Surprisingly, her chance encounter with Yao Lingling quickly put her at ease.
As if struck by a thought, Wen Ruan took out her phone and waved it. “Lingling, since we’ve bumped into each other, let’s take a selfie together.”
“Of course, Sister Wen Ruan!” Yao Lingling immediately stood up straight.
Wen Ruan chuckled, shook her head lightly, and leaned in next to her.
Standing so close, Yao Lingling couldn’t help but admire the magnificent E, her heart filled with envy.
“Click—”
“All done. I’ll send it to you on WeChat,” Wen Ruan said, sending the photo over. Then, with a mischievous smile, she forwarded it to Tang Song, adding:
“I heard you were out motorcycling by the Hutuo River with a beautiful lady today. Meanwhile, I’ve caught a wild Lingling here. How does she compare to your beauty?”
Earlier that morning, Hu Mingli had already shared photos of Tang Song with Zhao Yue in their close friends’ chat.
Wen Ruan had been too busy preparing for her meeting with Zhen Yu to pay attention, but now she couldn’t resist teasing Tang Song a little.
The elevator doors opened slowly, and the group stepped in.
Wen Ruan patted Lingling on the back and smiled warmly. “This lunch meeting is a bit important, so I can’t chat for long today. But let’s meet again sometime, my treat.”
“Thank you, Sister Wen Ruan!”
“Ding—” The elevator came to a stop on the third floor.
Li Shumin and Yao Lingling stepped out, wide-eyed with curiosity as they took in their surroundings.
Turning a corner in the spacious and well-lit hallway, they were greeted by an extravagant courtyard-style hall.
Xiao Mingxuan, who was walking ahead, suddenly paused. “Lingling, wait here for a moment. I just saw someone I know—I’ll go say hi.”
“Alright, sure.”
Xiao Mingxuan pulled his hand from his pocket and headed toward the right side of the hall entrance, where a man and a woman were standing.
The woman, about thirty years old, wore a silk blouse and a black pencil skirt. Her long hair was neatly pinned up, and she exuded an air of elegance and composure.
The man, in his early forties, was dressed in a suit. With sharp features and a solemn expression, he radiated authority.
Xiao Mingxuan greeted him with a warm smile and waved enthusiastically. “Director Yang, what a coincidence to see you here!”
“Hello,” Director Yang replied, a faint trace of puzzlement in his eyes, clearly not recognizing him.
Xiao Mingxuan remained unruffled and smiled. “I’m Xiao Mingxuan, son of Xiao Liguo from Shangya Fashion. We spoke briefly last month at the Hilton banquet.”
“Ah, now I remember.” Director Yang’s expression relaxed slightly. “Apologies, Xiao, you’ve got a new haircut. You look so refreshed I didn’t recognize you at first.”
“Haha, my bad. I admit I was a bit scruffy before.” Xiao Mingxuan then glanced discreetly at the woman beside Director Yang and asked casually, “Director Yang, may I ask who this is?”
He had already observed how politely Director Yang was treating her, a clear indicator that she was someone important. It wouldn’t hurt to make her acquaintance.
Before Director Yang could respond, the woman’s demeanor instantly became animated.
She bypassed Xiao Mingxuan altogether and strode forward, extending her hand warmly. “Hello, Ms. Wen Ruan. I’m Zhen Yu. It’s an honor to meet you!”
Yao Lingling and Li Shumin were stunned and instinctively stepped aside.
Wen Ruan, composed and calm, took a deep breath and shook hands. Her gaze was steady as she replied, “Hello, Ms. Zhen.”
After all, she was merely a "foot soldier" sent by her Big Boss, Su Yu. She had to maintain her composure.
While challenging a boss might be daunting, dealing with fellow "minions" was a manageable task.
At that moment, footsteps echoed behind her.
Director Yang approached briskly, a friendly smile on his face. “Hello, Ms. Wen Ruan. I’m Yang Yansheng from Quanjing (Yan City) Law Firm.”
“Hello, Lawyer Yang!” Wen Ruan’s eyes flickered briefly.
Why is a lawyer here?
Did Luo Bin send him to keep things civil in case Zhen Yu and I clash? Surely it won’t come to that.
Zhen Yu bent slightly at the waist and extended a hand, gesturing warmly. “Let’s move to the private room for our discussion. Since we weren’t sure about your preferences, we haven’t ordered anything yet.”
“Thank you.” Wen Ruan nodded slightly, then turned and waved to Yao Lingling. “Lingling, I’ll be heading off now. Let’s catch up another time.”
“Okay, Sister Wen Ruan. Bye!” Yao Lingling responded quickly.
The crisp sound of high heels on the marble floor faded into the distance.
Li Shumin let out a long breath and patted her chest. “Wow, who is that sister? She seems so impressive! Mingxuan, were those two people your acquaintances?”
Xiao Mingxuan, watching Wen Ruan’s elegant and confident figure, said with a glint of admiration, “That man, Director Yang, is the head of Quanjing (Yan City) Law Firm. Our company has legal dealings with them—he’s a friend of my father’s.”
“What?!” Li Shumin and Yao Lingling exclaimed simultaneously.
A law firm director and a friend of the chairman—this was someone of significant stature.
“Lingling,” Xiao Mingxuan said seriously, “if you get the chance, cultivate a good relationship with Wen Ruan. She’s definitely someone with a lot of influence.”
Yao Lingling pursed her lips, her gaze full of admiration as she watched Wen Ruan’s retreating figure.
This older sister, who was a force to be reckoned with in games and online, was equally dazzling and approachable in real life.
Inside the “Zi Shi” Private Room
The room’s elegant décor blended traditional Chinese elements with a modern minimalist style. Feather-like ceiling lights emitted a soft, warm glow.
At the center of the round table was a beautifully designed circular bonsai with dry ice wafting soft tendrils of mist.
After ordering a few signature dishes, Wen Ruan closed the exquisite menu.
Zhen Yu, instead of diving into the main topic, started with a warm chat, asking about Wen Ruan’s recent work and life.
Zhen Yu had previously been seconded to Xingyun International Group and was familiar with many of its executives.
Her knowledge of familiar names, places, and her relaxed tone created a harmonious atmosphere that gradually put Wen Ruan at ease.
Her initial wariness softened, and she regarded Zhen Yu with more warmth.
It seemed Su Yu hadn’t sent someone to intimidate her over any “man-stealing” issues.
The food arrived quickly.
After eating for a while, Wen Ruan wiped her mouth, sat upright, and asked, “Assistant Zhen, did Ms. Su ask you to relay something to me today?”
Zhen Yu set her chopsticks down gently and smiled. “You could say that. But there’s one thing you should know—Ms. Su has no ill will towards you. In fact, her acquisition of Light and Shadow Media was meant to help you vent your frustrations.”
“Uh…” Wen Ruan blinked, momentarily thrown off.
Wow, Su Yu is that magnanimous?
Zhen Yu nodded slightly toward Yang Yansheng.
Taking the cue, Yang Yansheng opened his briefcase and pulled out a document.
Zhen Yu placed the document in front of Wen Ruan, her voice soft and composed.
“I’ve already contacted the Yanbei Printing Factory, and the acquisition process is underway.
Ms. Su says this printing factory is her gift to you.
This is an authorization agreement. Once you sign it, Quanjing Law Firm will handle everything on your behalf.
Additionally, regarding the factory’s future equipment upgrades and operations, Ms. Su has already made arrangements.
This ensures that the printing factory will operate smoothly and generate considerable profits.
I’ll stay here to help you with the transition and support you in taking over.”
Wen Ruan’s mind went blank for a moment, as if struck by a sudden “buzz.” Her face was filled with disbelief.
She had braced herself for a dramatic confrontation—arguments, sarcasm, perhaps even insults.
And this… was it?
A romantic fool? This is Su Yu?
Tang Song, oh Tang Song!
What kind of magic potion did you use to turn this superstar into this?