novelraw Chapter 460: Tang Song and Zheng Qiudong
Chapter 460: Tang Song and Zheng Qiudong
Under the dazzling lights, as the atmosphere gradually quieted…
Lin Muxue looked at Shangguan Qiuyue’s outstretched hand, her face flushing with excitement, her bladder tensing up.
But she was no longer the little Muxue of the past.
She quickly adjusted her expression, extended her hand, and shook Shangguan Qiuyue’s hand firmly. “Ms. Shangguan, hello! It’s an honor to meet you!”
Shangguan Qiuyue smiled slightly, her gaze carrying a deeper meaning. “Miss Lin, young and promising—it’s a pleasure to see you at an event like this.”
At that moment, Lin Muxue almost collapsed on the spot.
Damn! No wonder she was Jin Meixiao’s assistant! That emotional intelligence! She’s on par with Zheng Qiudong!
This was the first time she had ever heard someone use ‘young and promising’ to describe her.
But thinking about it carefully… Muxue the Great totally deserved it!
At 23 years old, with just an adult education degree, she had climbed her way up to become the executive assistant of Confluent Capital.If this were a modern urban novel, she’d be the main heroine!
“Ms. Shangguan, you flatter me.” Lin Muxue’s voice had a slight tremor but quickly steadied, her face settling into an elegant and composed smile.
She had no idea why Shangguan Qiuyue knew about her—but that didn’t matter anymore.
What mattered was the sheer prestige of this moment.
This was Smile Holdings’ official representative.
Jin Meixiao’s assistant.
The absolute center of attention.
As the two exchanged pleasantries, the surrounding crowd instinctively held their breath, carefully listening to their conversation.
For them, these two were representatives of Meigou Technology—their discussion could very well contain key details about future business collaborations.
A Corner of the Conference Hall
Wen Zhenhua and Xiao Liguo exchanged glances, both seeing the heaviness and unease in each other’s eyes.
“…What the hell is going on?” Xiao Liguo took a deep breath, lowering his voice.
Wen Zhenhua shook his head. “I don’t know. But this just got a lot more complicated.”
That Lin Muxue and Shangguan Qiuyue knew each other wasn’t surprising.
After all, Confluent Capital was a shareholder of Meigou International.
But for Shangguan Qiuyue to approach her first—and with such a respectful attitude—that was utterly baffling.
As far as they were concerned, these two women weren’t even on the same level.
“Mingxuan!” Xiao Liguo turned to his son. “You know about the situation between President Lin and Qiuyue, right? Tell us exactly what happened.”
Xiao Mingxuan pursed his lips and glanced at Wen Zhenhua.
He had kept quiet before out of respect for him.
Since Wen Zhenhua was always busy with work, he rarely managed his daughter’s affairs.
Wen Zhenhua’s gaze darkened. “Speak.”
“…Alright.” Xiao Mingxuan nodded and recounted the entire incident that had happened at Yuhua Business Tower.
After listening, Wen Zhenhua let out a long exhale, his expression shifting.
In his eyes, this was nothing more than a petty squabble between young people.
But if Lin Muxue refused to let it go, it could become a major problem.
Not just for Yue Shang Fashion, which Wen Qiuyue managed—but for Jiaxin Group as a whole.
His jaw tightened. He immediately pulled out his phone and called Wen Qiuyue.
Beep—beep—beep…
The automated voice came through:
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off. Please try again later."
Wen Zhenhua gripped his phone tightly before raising his head. “Liguo, Mingxuan—after the opening ceremony, we’re apologizing to President Lin.”
With all the government officials and VIPs present, this wasn’t the time for a confrontation.
Xiao Liguo didn’t hesitate. He nodded immediately. “Agreed.”
Xiao Mingxuan nodded as well—but deep down, he felt an inexplicable sense of relief.
He couldn’t stand Wen Qiuyue as his fiancée.
But the mistakes of his past, combined with Jiaxin Group’s immense power, had left him trapped, constantly having to tiptoe around her.
This messy situation was ultimately the result of their fathers’ decisions.
Back at the VIP Lounge
“Miss Lin, here’s my business card. Let’s keep in touch.”
As she spoke, Shangguan Qiuyue handed her card to Lin Muxue.
“Thank you, Ms. Shangguan.” Lin Muxue accepted it, then quickly pulled out her own card and handed it over with both hands. “This is my card. I’d love the opportunity to learn from you.”
The moment they exchanged business cards, Shen Yuyan snapped back to reality.
She subconsciously bit her tongue.
A sharp pain reminded her—this was all real.
A flood of jealousy, envy, and frustration rushed through her.
The kind of person she had been desperately trying to connect with…
Lin Muxue had effortlessly attracted.
The VIP treatment she had dreamed of…
Lin Muxue was casually enjoying.
Even though she was standing in the very center of the event, looking just as glamorous and stunning…
No one was paying attention to her.
She was just another background character.
A heavy sense of doubt crept into her heart.
Lin Muxue was just Tang Song’s assistant—so why was she receiving this level of respect?
Not just from the organizers—but even from Shangguan Qiuyue?
“Yuyan, you okay?” Mengli noticed her daze and patted her shoulder.
Shen Yuyan snapped out of her thoughts and shook her head. “I’m fine.”
Mengli whispered, “They’re wrapping up their conversation. Do you want to go talk to Ms. Shangguan?”
Shen Yuyan looked toward Shangguan Qiuyue—but hesitated.
Maybe it was her pride and self-respect, but she didn’t want to look desperate in front of Lin Muxue.
“Then, let’s leave it at that. Goodbye.” Shangguan Qiuyue nodded at Lin Muxue, gave polite gestures to the others, and turned to leave—heading toward the VIP seating area.
Shen Yuyan’s eyes followed her, watching as she stopped beside another woman and extended her hand again.
A tall, curvy figure.
An hourglass shape.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored professional outfit, exuding an air of refined elegance and sensual charm.
Wen Ruan?
WEN RUAN!
Shen Yuyan’s heart thundered in her chest.
It felt like her brain had just been hit by a truck.
Her heartbeat accelerated rapidly—all she could hear was the pounding “thump-thump” in her ears.
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Tang Song.
Tang Song’s identity… might be far more than she had ever imagined.
For example—he had worked at Meigou Technology for three years.
And those three years?
Happened to coincide with the exact period Jin Meixiao was the chairman of Meigou Technology.
And during those three years…
Meigou had skyrocketed, becoming a world-class unicorn company.
For an ordinary college graduate to become a billionaire in such a short time, the possibilities that had previously crossed Shen Yuyan’s mind were limited to crypto markets, startup investments, or similar ventures.
But now, it seemed far more likely that Tang Song had played a role in Meigou Technology’s ‘startup phase.’
If he had invested through technology patents, then his rise to the top would have been instantaneous—achieving financial freedom and earning the title of a true “internet elite.”
Shangguan Qiuyue and Zheng Qiudong were probably connections he had built during that time.
Lanfeng International Hotel, Songmei Fashion, Fanfu Suzi Media, the film base…
If this were the case, then everything suddenly made sense.
Shen Yuyan swallowed hard, her throat tightening.
A complex wave of emotions surged through her chest, and for the first time, she truly realized what she had missed.
So… what should I do next?
Youjie Domestic Services? Tang Song wouldn’t even look at it.
Talented professionals? He certainly wasn’t lacking in those.
Then… what did she have to offer?
VIP Lounge, Conference Center
The spacious VIP suite was bathed in soft, warm lighting.
A deep brown leather sofa sat in the center of the room, steady and imposing. Plush wool carpets covered the floor, exuding understated luxury.
Through the one-way glass wall on the left, parts of the conference center were visible—like a living, breathing canvas.
Wu Wei took a sip of tea, but the shock on his face hadn’t faded.
He lifted his gaze—first to Tang Song, who stood near the glass window casually sipping his tea, then to the elegant and serious-looking middle-aged man sitting across from him.
Zheng Qiudong.
Since He Jingping was currently occupied with joint venture negotiations, Zheng Qiudong had been sent to represent Huashang Fashion at the international fashion exhibition as a key guest.
Right before his departure, Tang Song had called him personally, requesting a meeting at the venue.
And so, this VIP lounge meeting had come together naturally.
But Wu Wei had never expected to meet this legendary figure from the headhunting world here.
What shocked him even more was that Zheng Qiudong had been sent by Tang Song to ‘recruit’ him.
He couldn’t help but feel a little flattered.
“President Wu,” Zheng Qiudong leaned forward slightly, his voice steady but carrying an undeniable weight. “You are more aware than anyone of Huashang Fashion’s current situation.”
“The declining OEM business, internal management chaos, outdated supply chain, and limited talent pipeline—these are all classic problems of family-owned enterprises.”
“You’ve worked at McKinsey for years. I don’t need to explain the risks of these issues to you.”
Wu Wei remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly. “Director Zheng, you’re absolutely right. These are common flaws in family businesses. I’ve done everything I can to improve things, but the results have been limited.”
He knew that with someone like Zheng Qiudong, there was no need for excessive explanations.
“Your credentials are impeccable, President Wu—especially in strategic planning and operations management within the consumer and retail industries.” Zheng Qiudong’s gaze was deep and sharp.
“Unlike He Jingping, Tang Song wants you to take full control of Huashang Fashion.”
“In addition to the promising future growth, Tang Song’s resources and network can accelerate Huashang Fashion’s path to an IPO.”
Wu Wei’s eyes flickered as he cautiously asked, “Director Zheng, are you referring to Meigou International?”
He cast a glance outside the glass wall.
Tang Song’s assistant—the woman who had been by his side earlier—was now laughing and chatting with the event organizers.
Since he had been escorted straight to the VIP lounge, he hadn’t had a chance to observe Lin Muxue’s role in the conference.
But with his instincts, he could tell she had a close relationship with Meigou International’s executives.
And that was the biggest question in his mind.
Zheng Qiudong smiled slightly. “Yes—but not only Meigou International.”
“This is an extremely rare opportunity. I don’t believe someone like you, President Wu, would let it slip away.”
Wu Wei’s gaze wavered. He knew they wouldn’t reveal everything to him just yet.
Tang Song turned around, his tone lighthearted.
“Huashang Fashion is about to undergo a massive transformation. President Wu, don’t you want to be at the center of that change?”
After a brief hesitation, Wu Wei locked eyes with Tang Song and spoke in a low voice.
“Chairman Tang… Are you planning to take control of Huashang Fashion?”
“Of course.” Tang Song’s voice was firm. “In fact, it’s practically a done deal.”
“The reason I reached out to you, President Wu, is that I genuinely appreciate your abilities—and your years of experience at Huashang Fashion.”
Wu Wei took a deep breath, his eyes flickering between Tang Song and Zheng Qiudong.
He knew—this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Just like nine years ago, when he had met He Jingping at an industry summit and been recruited into Huashang Fashion.
He Jingping had recognized his talent and elevated him step by step to the position of CEO.
But accepting this offer meant betrayal.
It meant turning his back on He Jingping.
After a long silence, Wu Wei’s voice was slightly hoarse.
“…Thank you for your trust, Chairman Tang. I won’t disappoint you.”
The moment he spoke those words, it felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
Currently, at Huashang Fashion, he was merely a professional manager—He Jingping still held absolute control, while he simply executed decisions.
This led to constant internal conflicts—clashes over power distribution, decision-making philosophies, and communication barriers.
But most importantly—He Jingping’s son, He Zhihui, had already been transferred from Huashang Cultural & Creative to the company’s headquarters.
It was only a matter of time before He Zhihui took over.
Wu Wei knew exactly what kind of person He Zhihui was.
And he had only been CEO for barely a year.
Before, he had no choice.
But now, with Tang Song entering the picture, this was the most pivotal moment of his career.
If he let this opportunity slip away, he would regret it forever.
And, of course, the biggest reassurance was Zheng Qiudong’s presence.
Having the top name in talent recruitment personally ‘headhunt’ him—that alone was the best guarantee.
He had no doubts about what Tang Song and Zheng Qiudong had just told him.
Tang Song extended his hand.
“Looking forward to working together.”
Wu Wei gripped his hand firmly.
“Likewise.”
He glanced at the bustling conference outside. “Chairman Tang, the opening ceremony is starting in ten minutes. Shall we head over together?”
“No need.”
Tang Song smiled, shaking his head casually. “I’ll stay here and observe a little longer.”
As he spoke, his gaze traveled through the crowd and landed on Lin Muxue.
This “experiment subject” of his had secretly come to the Yan Province International Fashion Exhibition.
Clearly, she had something big planned.
And as the “Observer”, it was only natural that Tang Song had to be here.