novelraw Chapter 397: Show-Off Queen Xiaoxue & Archmage Wen Ruan
Chapter 397: Show-Off Queen Xiaoxue & Archmage Wen Ruan
29th Floor, Chengyuan Tower – Slover Trust
"Hello, Luna! This is the legal opinion for Yanbei Film Base, just sent over by Quanjing Law Firm."
"Thanks, Emma."
"Of course." Emma handed over a delicate little gift box. "I bought this in Switzerland last week during my business trip—it's a brooch, just a little souvenir for you."
"Wow! This is such a pleasant surprise! I feel so lucky to have a colleague like you."
As Emma stepped out of the office, Lin Muxue's smile grew even brighter.
She couldn’t wait to open the gift box.
Inside, a Van Gogh Starry Night-inspired eight-pointed star brooch shimmered in silver brilliance—heavy, exquisite, and undeniably expensive.
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
She had good social skills, was sharp-witted, and got along well with her colleagues.After overcoming the initial awkwardness, especially once her English improved, she, the once "husky sneaking into a wolf pack," had fully integrated into the team.
Those intimidating former Big Four audit managers, ex-top-tier PE firm economic analysts—
She could now chat and laugh with them like it was nothing.
She had even gained a solid grasp of financial products, market trends, and internal company operations.
From a Yan City Vocational College "Air Stewardess" major, an ex-fashion model, and a former front desk girl in finance,
She had completely shed her past identity—
She had become the high-flying financial professional she had always dreamed of.
This was the meaning of hard work.
Lin Muxue smiled as she tried on the brooch, snapped photos, and shared them online.
Her heart was full of happiness—and with tomorrow’s Qixi Festival gift on the way, she felt like she was floating on air.
These past few months had been the peak of her life.
She had never felt this good before.
The only downside? It had been way too long since she last saw Tang Song.
If she could get a taste of him, her pleasure levels would skyrocket again.
She couldn't help but wonder—
Where and when will he give me my beloved crocodile leather handbag tomorrow?
I can't wait!
Just then, a Teams notification popped up on her screen.
"Oh?"
Lin Muxue clicked to check the details—and her eyebrows twitched violently.
The third beneficiary of the family trust had appeared.
The contract terms were similar to Zhao Yaqian and Wen Ruan’s, but it hadn’t been signed yet, so she didn’t know who it was.
As a Senior Assistant to the Committee, her rank was technically high, but her authority wasn't as extensive as Luo Bin’s.
For example, she could see the documents in advance, but she couldn’t approve the signings.
Several names instantly flashed through her mind—
Xie Shuyu, Xu Qing, Shen Yuyan, Gao Mengting…
Her expression flickered.
After a moment, Lin Muxue exhaled and calmed herself down.
She had been through a lot and had seen enough to let things go.
Her current position and life were already more than enough for her.
In most places in Yan City, she could carry herself with confidence, flexing whenever she wanted—
It didn't hinder her ability to show off at all.
Some things just weren’t meant to be forced.
Checking the time, she realized it was almost lunchtime.
Wonder what today's business set meal is?
Cantonese roast meats? Seafood? Herbal tonics? Classic French cuisine?
The daily high-quality business meal blind box had spoiled her taste buds—she couldn’t get enough.
Patting her flat stomach, Lin Muxue stood up.
She had been eating too little in the mornings lately and was already hungry again.
She grabbed her water cup, took elegant steps out of her office,
Filled her cup with coffee, admired the cityscape from the 29th-floor window, and chatted briefly with a few colleagues.
Walking back to her office, she felt great as she stepped on the soft, soundproof carpet.
Before pushing open the glass door, she habitually touched the elegant nameplate hanging on it—
【Senior Assistant to the Committee】
Sitting back in her custom ergonomic chair, Lin Muxue looked around her office, feeling unstoppable.
"This is the place where Empress Muxue reigns supreme!"
"Whoever enters, kneels!"
"Even Tang Song would have to bow before me—"
"And drop his legendary treasure, the LV Gilded Sahara bag!"
"Hahaha!"
Lost in her fantastic daydream, Lin Muxue spun around in her chair, crossing her long, slender legs, twisting them lightly.
Just then—
"Aiya—!"
The glass door swung open.
A man in a casual suit stepped inside.
Tang Song.
Lin Muxue's body jolted, her legs immediately uncrossing as she stood up in a panic, scrambling to compose herself into an elegant, professional stance.
But her face was still flushed.
Normally, anyone visiting her would first knock on the Director’s office before entering her glass-walled workspace—
Her setup had always felt safe.
That false sense of security had made her way too relaxed—
And now she had been caught red-handed.
"Chairman Tang, what brings you here so suddenly?"
Tang Song raised an eyebrow at Little Snow, smirking.
"This is my office. Can’t I come in?"
"No, no! I didn’t mean it like that!" Lin Muxue’s eye twitched, speaking carefully—
"I just meant… I wasn’t expecting you. It’s a nice surprise."
It had been over a week since she last saw Tang Song.
Saying she didn’t miss him would be a blatant lie.
"I heard you laughing just now. What’s got you so happy?"
As he spoke, Tang Song casually shut the glass door behind him.
Lin Muxue clasped her hands, smiling.
"I was just happy to know you’re back in Yan City."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
Tang Song chuckled, then walked behind her desk—
And sat down in her chair.
His gaze swept across the office—
A bright, cozy workspace.
A sleek wooden desk.
A plush single-seat sofa with a small tea table.
Vibrant green plants.
And several stylish decorations, throw pillows, mugs, and tissue boxes.
It was the first time he had been taken seriously in Little Snow’s office.
He could tell—she cherished it.
It was fashionable yet cozy, brimming with a personal touch.
Looking up, Tang Song’s gaze flickered as he took in her graceful figure in her stylish uniform.
"Xiaoxue."
"Yes?"
Tang Song beckoned her over.
"Come here."
Lin Muxue hesitated, then took two steps forward, stopping in front of him.
"What is it, Chairman Tang?"
Before she could react—
Strong hands wrapped around her waist.
"Ah—!"
The next thing she knew—
She was already sitting on his lap.
Looking into Tang Song’s amused eyes,
Her heart fluttered.
She finally realized what he meant—
And didn’t dare to move.
Tang Song tilted his head, bringing his nose to her neck—
Inhaling deeply.
A familiar fresh, ocean-breeze-like fragrance filled his senses.
Lin Muxue let out a soft, sweet moan, her body shifting involuntarily.
Moments later—
Tang Song’s lips found hers.
The two sank into a deep kiss.
As their breaths intertwined, Lin Muxue’s eyes grew misty, her face flushed with passion.
For a long while…
Then, Tang Song glanced at the time—
And finally stopped.
Tang Song pressed a light kiss against her neck before saying,
"I came here for business. Get ready—we're attending a business luncheon together."
"It's mainly about acquiring equity in the short drama base. Executives from Handing Group and Yan Provincial Cultural & Tourism Investment Group will be there.
"After lunch, we'll visit Yan Nan Short Drama Base in the afternoon to check out the construction progress firsthand."
Right now, there weren’t many people qualified to accompany him to these events.
But Lin Muxue?
She was perfect.
On top of that, when it came to flexing and setting the scene, Xiaoxue had serious skills—bringing her along instantly boosted his image.
"Ah, got it, Chairman Tang!" The moment she realized he was taking her to a high-profile event, Lin Muxue’s face lit up with pure joy.
"I'll freshen up real quick!"
She loved elite gatherings like this—where she could show off her refined taste, collect social media-worthy moments, and maybe even flex in her friend circles.
Plus, she had just founded Xue Tang Culture, which was expanding into short drama talent management. Getting insider industry knowledge would be a major bonus.
Straightening her slightly disheveled blouse, Lin Muxue hurried to the restroom.
A quick touch-up—fresh lipstick, hair adjustment, outfit check.
Then, with an elegant sway of her hips, she gracefully walked back.
"Let’s go."
Tang Song stood up and strode out.
Lin Muxue followed closely behind, excitement shining in her eyes.
Underground Parking Garage – B2 Level
Ding—
The elevator stopped at B2.
As they stepped out, Lin Muxue softly asked,
"Chairman Tang, I have flats in my car. Do you need me to drive?"
"No need."
Just as he finished speaking—
Bright overhead garage lights illuminated a scene.
A sleek, imposing Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly approached, pulling up beside them.
Click—
The driver’s door opened.
A woman in a tailored pantsuit stepped out.
Liu Jiayi.
She moved with swift precision, exuding effortless grace as she pulled open the rear door.
"President Tang."
Her actions were crisp, her demeanor calm and confident.
Tang Song smiled, stepping into the back seat before glancing at Lin Muxue.
"You can sit in the back too."
"Oh! Okay!"
Lin Muxue couldn’t help but steal a glance at the female driver.
She was wearing flat leather shoes, yet still stood at about the same height as her—which meant her bare height must be nearly 178 cm.
She looked to be in her late twenties, her physique slim yet powerful, possessing a lean, athletic grace.
And her sharp, androgynous facial features only added to her commanding presence.
This woman radiated dominance.
She wasn’t just impressive—she had an air of detached elegance, the kind that instantly set her apart.
Compared to Su Yu’s driver, this woman was on another level.
And yet… she was just his driver?
Thinking about Su Yu, who might be Tang Song’s girlfriend,
Lin Muxue took a deep breath—
The competition around Tang Song was on a whole different scale.
Quickly circling to the other side,
She made sure to bend gracefully, ensuring her posture was at its most refined as she slid into the luxurious interior.
But then—her eyes caught onto something.
A bright orange paper shopping bag sat at Tang Song’s feet.
[LOUIS VUITTON]
Her heart rate instantly spiked.
An LV shopping bag… could it be…?
Inside the Rolls-Royce Phantom
As her mind raced with speculations,
Tang Song suddenly picked up the bag and placed it directly on her lap.
"For you."
"This… this is…?"
Lin Muxue’s full chest rose and fell rapidly.
"In Deep City, I heard from your friend Zi Yue that this was your favorite model."
He gave a slight smile.
"LV Gilded Sahara."
Lin Muxue clutched the bag tightly, her eyes shining with pure excitement.
Is that really it?!
Her dream bag—the LV Gilded Sahara, a ¥230,000 ultra-luxury limited edition bag.
Her legs instinctively pressed together, fingers running over the handles as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Trying to play it cool, she murmured,
"But… I thought you were giving it to me tomorrow?"
Tang Song’s tone was calm, yet teasing.
"Since you already know about it, there’s no surprise anymore. Don’t worry—there’s another gift coming tomorrow."
Lin Muxue’s face turned crimson.
Her breathing quickened.
Oh. My. God.
How did I get so lucky?!
Tang Song watched her adorably flustered reaction before finally getting to the point.
"Right—tomorrow’s Qixi Festival. Come over with Yaqian in the evening. We’ll watch a movie. Dress up."
"This…"
Lin Muxue bit her lip, hesitating for a second before softly replying—
"Okay, Chairman Tang."
Tang Song nodded, his hand casually resting on her stocking-clad leg.
What choice did he have?
Too many wings to manage—he had to be efficient with his time management and scheduling.
Tonight, he had the Big Sister.
Tomorrow? The CEO, the rich beauty, the business partner, and Xu Qing.
Thankfully, Xiaoxue was understanding—with her around, even the beauty consultant wouldn’t feel left out.
JUNMING Executive Lounge – Huaxin District
JUNMING was a state-owned high-end club, well-known in Yan City.
Its exterior was minimalist yet grand, blending premium stone and glass curtain walls.
The surrounding landscape was meticulously designed, exuding elegance and sophistication.
As they stepped into the bright lobby, staff immediately approached, leading them upstairs.
The moment they reached the second floor,
They ran straight into Xie Yue from Handing Group.
"President Xie, pleasure to meet you."
"President Tang, thank you for coming—please, this way!"
Inside the spacious, refined private room, seven or eight executives stood up to greet them.
The atmosphere instantly became lively and bustling.
"This is Kang Yanbin, Deputy General Manager of Yan Provincial Cultural & Tourism Investment Group."
"President Tang, a pleasure to meet you."
"A pleasure, President Kang."
"President Tang, I’m Wu Wenhao from Handing Group’s Investment Development Department."
A series of warm introductions followed, and soon, everyone took their seats.
With her natural flair for flexing, Lin Muxue played her role to perfection.
She sat with perfect posture, her bright eyes full of confidence—
With her exceptional beauty and grace, she drew several admiring compliments.
This only fueled her excitement.
If not for her self-control, she would’ve stood up and recited an English financial report on the spot.
Over wine and conversation, Kang Yanbin, Xie Yue, and others laid out the key details of the Yan Nan Short Drama Base project, expressing sincere enthusiasm.
Tang Song remained composed, maintaining a polite, warm smile,
casually sharing his insights on short dramas and film production bases.
In reality, he had already thoroughly researched the project,
His decision was made.
This meeting was merely to finalize the valuation and negotiations.
Afternoon – Visiting Yan Nan Short Drama Base
For the first time, Tang Song saw the base in person.
And honestly?
He was shocked.
The 100+ micro-drama sets were all modern-themed.
From a CEO’s luxury office to a humble Cinderella-style home,
to hospitals, police stations, marriage offices, schools—it had everything needed for urban short dramas.
And from market trends, the short drama audience was growing explosively.
A 10,000-square-meter film base, capable of integrating the entire short drama industry chain—from scriptwriting, casting, production, to distribution and promotion.
Tang Song could see the untapped potential—a blue ocean market waiting to be conquered.
And for the first time, he truly felt the thrill of investment—the satisfaction of creating something monumental.
Surrounded by industry elites, at the center of attention, Lin Muxue’s heart pounded as she stood next to Tang Song.
She wished there were journalists present, snapping photos, conducting interviews—turning this moment into headlines.
5:00 PM – Arrival at Huayun Center, Tower B
The Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly into the drop-off zone outside Huayun Center, Tower B.
Tang Song glanced at Lin Muxue beside him and said in a low voice,
"Jiayi, take Assistant Lin home. I’ll call you if I need a ride later."
"Understood, President Tang."
"Bye-bye."
Tang Song gave Lin Muxue’s thigh a light pat before stepping out of the car.
"Bye-bye…"
Lin Muxue watched longingly as his figure disappeared into the building, gripping her LV gift bag tightly.
Her mind replayed the entire day, filled with warmth and admiration.
From the front seat, Liu Jiayi turned slightly, her voice calm.
"Assistant Lin, where to?"
"Oh! Uh…" Lin Muxue hesitated before replying,
"Yuhua Business Tower."
"Alright."
The Rolls-Royce Phantom merged seamlessly into Yan City’s bustling streets.
Lin Muxue’s company, Xue Tang Culture, had just finished its registration.
Today was Monday, and Xu Ning and Li Yujiao were at the new office space, setting it up.
Originally, she had planned to visit after work.
Now, she had the perfect excuse—
To show off.
To flaunt her boyfriend’s luxury gift and the million-dollar ride she was in.
To end this Rolls-Royce journey on a perfect note.
15th Floor – Guangying Media
The elevator arrived with a soft chime.
Tang Song strode into the office, his eyes scanning the sleek, modern workspace.
At the front desk, a young receptionist blinked in surprise.
Her cheeks flushed slightly as she asked,
"Hello, sir. How can I assist you?"
"I’m here to see President Wen."
"Do you have an appointment?"
"No." Tang Song smiled slightly. "But I’m her boyfriend, Tang Song—I doubt she’ll refuse to see me."
"Ah!"
The receptionist’s eyes widened in shock.
Hurriedly, she stepped out from behind the desk.
"Please, this way! I’ll take you to President Wen’s office!"
No wonder he looked so familiar—
She had seen his photos before, shared by colleagues in their office group chat.
But in real life?
He was even hotter.
Tang Song nodded slightly, following the receptionist down the hallway.
Inside the President’s Office – Wen Ruan’s Domain
Wen Ruan had just returned from Shanghai earlier in the afternoon.
She had been introducing her new assistant team to the company’s executives—
And just wrapped up a long series of meetings.
She hadn’t seen her "little brother" in a while.
But on WeChat?
This Big Sister had been non-stop teasing him.
From suggestive messages to flirty pictures, she had been driving him insane.
Even half an hour ago, right after finishing a meeting, she had sent him a few dirty texts—
Shameless. Absolutely shameless.
Tang Song had no choice but to have Liu Jiayi drop him off here directly.
It was clear—
Tonight wouldn’t be a quiet one.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in."
The familiar cool, elegant voice drifted from inside—
But there was a sternness to it, her usual presidential authority in full force.
Tang Song chuckled softly before pushing open the door.
Inside, seated behind a grand wooden desk, was Wen Ruan.
They hadn’t seen each other for a while,
And yet—
Something had changed.
This time, she truly looked the part of a powerful female CEO.
Clad in a tailored suit dress, layered over a black form-fitting base,
Her makeup was flawless, and her posture poised.
Their eyes met.
Wen Ruan’s expression froze for a moment—
Then, like a blooming flower, her face lit up with pure joy.
"Tang Song!"
In an instant, she shot up from her chair,
Her once-serious demeanor dissolving completely—
And rushed into his arms.
Her full, luscious figure moved with a natural sway, her curves rippling like a perfectly ripe peach.
For a brief moment—
Tang Song felt dizzy.
Her embrace was tight, lingering.
Tang Song whispered into her ear,
"Zhuangzhuang, I came to help you with your little problem."
Immediately, his eyebrow twitched—
Because he felt something.
She was already making moves.
Wen Ruan giggled, voice sultry.
"Very good… looks like my little brother really missed me while I was away."
"I missed you so much. I missed every part of you."
Tang Song took a deep breath, looking at her.
His desire burned hotter by the second.
The nickname "Zhuangzhuang" wasn’t given to her for nothing.
Her tall frame, hourglass figure—
Even fully dressed, she radiated pure sensuality.
Her slender waist, accentuating her voluptuous chest and round, plump hips—
A God-tier physique for this kind of "exercise."
Frankly, better than even the younger ones.
Only a combo of Xiaoxue + the beauty consultant could even compete.
Wen Ruan bit his neck lightly, whispering provocatively,
"You wanna help me? I doubt you can handle it, little brother~"
"You’ll regret saying that, Zhuangzhuang."
Tang Song's gaze sharpened.
With 10 full doses of [Recovery Potion], his confidence was sky-high.
"Oh?" Wen Ruan blinked, teasing.
"In my private lounge, there’s a resting suite… I sometimes take naps there."
Her body shifted subtly, her voice syrupy sweet.
"Do you… want to come inside?"
When she said "inside,"
Her hips subtly swayed, her eyes smoldering with mischief.
Tang Song felt his mind explode.
Compared to younger girls like Yaqian and Xiaoxue—
Big Sister Wen Ruan was on a completely different level.
She hadn’t been dubbed "The Grand Mage" for nothing.
"This… seems inappropriate?"
Wen Ruan rolled her eyes dramatically.
"My leggings are already getting peeled off, and you’re still pretending to be shy?"
"Fine! If you can’t handle it, just sit behind my desk—I’ll treat you to something delicious."
"Good god! You little temptress!"
Tang Song’s grip tightened—
Pulling her deeper into the office.
Seeing the fire in his eyes, Wen Ruan’s lips curved into a victorious smirk.
"Tomorrow is Qixi Festival… but tonight?"
"I’ll drain you completely!"
"Let’s see how those little girlfriends of yours handle you after that!" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by nοvelfire.net