novelraw Chapter 520: Fine Clothes and Gallant Horses, Copywriting
Chapter 520: Fine Clothes and Gallant Horses, Copywriting
Suhewan Overseas Chinese Town.
Mo Xiangwan gently reminded, "President Tang, we've arrived."
"Mm." Tang Song came back to his senses from deep thought, pushed open the car door, and got out.
The cool evening breeze brushed lightly against him, clearing his mind a little.
"President Tang, is something on your mind?" Mo Xiangwan stepped closer, asking softly.
Tang Song shook his head, "Nothing, let’s head inside."
Triggered 【Feather of Memory】, suddenly gained two years of memory, which actually had a big emotional impact on him.
That’s why he cared so much about Zhang Yan.
In fact, if he hadn’t been receiving Zhang Yan’s messages frequently on Jiaoshang, he probably wouldn’t be this affected either.
Middle school, to him, was already ten years ago.In ten years, even someone like Zhang Lei, a sworn brother, eventually became just a regular friend.
Let alone Zhang Yan—those memories were already blurry.
They passed through the greenery of the community and arrived outside Annie’s villa.
He entered the passcode and opened the door.
After changing into slippers, he had just stepped into the living room—
An exaggerated and enthusiastic voice rang out: "Welcome back, my dear!"
Tang Song looked toward the voice and saw Anne Kate lazily reclining on the sofa.
She wore a light-colored sexy camisole paired with dark shorts, showing off a stunning S-curve figure.
Her long legs looked fair and smooth under the soft lighting, like silk—her whole presence like a delicate and captivating painting.
"Good evening, Annie, it's nice to be back." Tang Song raised his hand with a smile, tone relaxed and natural.
Seeing Mo Xiangwan right behind him, Annie slightly furrowed her brows.
Next, she stood up and threw her arms open, rushing over.
Before Tang Song could react, she had pulled him into an embrace, her full chest pressed directly against him.
Annie wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbed her face against his, her voice sweet and teasing, "Oh, darling, I’ve been so miserable today, fighting jet lag all day—only just now starting to feel alive."
Tang Song suddenly felt it hard to breathe. He instinctively glanced at Mo Xiangwan and showed an innocent expression.
In front of his in-game character, he genuinely wanted to keep a bit of dignity, but Annie’s enthusiasm was hard to refuse.
"Mua~" Annie planted a kiss on Tang Song’s cheek, "Song, you’re absolutely charming today. Did you do your makeup? And your hair looks so much better too."
"Uh..." Tang Song awkwardly said, "Thanks for the compliment."
Su Yu’s styling team wasn’t just for show—they really had skills. His haircut and brows had been finely groomed to better match his facial structure, making him look noticeably sharper.
Mo Xiangwan finally couldn’t help but interject, "Annie, neither Song nor I have had dinner yet. Could you please arrange something?"
"No problem, actually, I’ve already instructed the chef to prepare it." Annie glanced at the clock in the living room and added, "Ten more minutes."
Mo Xiangwan said to Tang Song, "Alright then, let’s go wash up first."
Annie raised her eyebrows and looked at her, deliberately elongating her tone, "Mo, you didn’t tell me you were staying here tonight. What’s this? Treating Song like a little baby who needs you to ‘supervise’ even when staying at a friend’s house?"
Mo Xiangwan twitched at the corner of her mouth and explained, "I have some work-related matters to discuss with you, which is why I’m staying over."
"Sorry, I’m on vacation now—no business talk, okay?" Annie’s eyes flashed slyly, "Mo, I didn’t disturb your little date during the day, did I? So shouldn’t you let me have him tonight? I think Song looks tired, maybe he needs me to help him relax a bit."
Mo Xiangwan sighed and facepalmed, "Annie, can you tone it down a bit? We’re just here to rest."
"Why are you so tense?" Annie rested a hand on her shoulder and lowered her voice on purpose, "Or is it… that you want to help him ‘relax’ too?"
Mo Xiangwan’s face tensed instantly, then returned to calm, "Ms. Kate, please mind your boundaries. That joke isn’t funny."
"If I really like someone, I wouldn’t stop at just joking about it." Annie smiled meaningfully, eyes locking onto Tang Song, as if waiting for his reaction.
Both Tang Song and Mo Xiangwan were stunned, and the atmosphere instantly turned delicate.
This American socialite was confident, bold, passionate, and straightforward—the complete opposite of traditional Hua Xia gentleness and reserve.
Mo Xiangwan had no doubt she was serious.
Yesterday, Annie had spent a full day on a plane, plus jet lag—she should have been exhausted.
But seeing her like this now, who knows, she might really try a midnight surprise attack.
Mo Xiangwan’s chest rose and fell slightly; she pulled out her phone from her bag. "I think I should talk to Director Jin about this."
Annie narrowed her eyes, still smiling brightly: "If you want to stir up trouble between us, go ahead—but think about the consequences first."
Mo Xiangwan paused, her gaze flickering.
As someone cultivated by Tang Song personally, her feelings for him were no less than those for Su Yu.
And Annie was the team's indispensable “diplomat” and resource bridge, representing the Kate Consortium.
If her actions caused misunderstandings between Annie, Tang Song, or Director Jin—it was a result she couldn’t bear.
Biting her lip, Mo Xiangwan whispered, "Sorry, that wasn’t my intention."
Tang Song’s brows furrowed slightly. He reached out and patted Tianyangma’s back, tone more serious: "Annie!"
"Oh, sorry, I was just kidding." Annie quickly reined herself in and waved elegantly, "Come on, let’s go eat."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to grab Mo Xiangwan’s arm, chatting warmly about overseas celebrity gossip.
The dining area was beside the open kitchen on the first floor of the villa. A long table covered with a white linen cloth, a bouquet of fresh white roses placed in the center.
Dinner was lavish.
Appetizers, main courses, sides, desserts, wine...
The table was full.
Though still jetlagged and a bit off her appetite, Annie was generous and lively as a host.
The clinking of glasses, Annie’s laughter, the aroma of the food—
Filled the entire dining room. The atmosphere gradually became much more harmonious.
At bedtime, Annie even suggested that Mo Xiangwan sleep with her.
But was ruthlessly rejected.
…..
October 5, 2023. Thursday. Cloudy. 19–24°C.
In the villa at Suhewan Overseas Chinese Town, sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, casting a warm golden glow on the soft sofa and delicate ornaments.
Tang Song sat on the living room couch, flipping through the script for Parallel Dawn while chatting casually with Mo Xiangwan.
Su Yu’s shooting schedule today was in the afternoon and evening, and Tang Song’s cameo was scheduled for the evening.
“Ding-ling-ling—” his phone suddenly rang.
It was an unknown number from Modu.
Tang Song casually picked up, “Hello? Who’s this?”
A calm and respectful male voice came through the line: “Good morning, Mr. Tang. I’m with Shengtang Security. We have a delivery escort for you—it’s a vehicle that’s arrived in Modu. When’s a good time to deliver it to you?”
Tang Song’s heart skipped, excitement rising. “Perfect, now’s fine. I’m at Suhewan Overseas Chinese Town—just bring the car over.”
“Got it. We’ll arrive in about thirty minutes. Please keep your phone nearby.”
“Bye-bye.”
After hanging up, a smile spread across Tang Song’s lips. His whole demeanor brightened.
Mo Xiangwan immediately caught the shift in his expression and asked curiously, “What is it?”
“My car’s here.” Tang Song smiled, shaking his phone, unable to hide the joy in his eyes.
Just then, a series of “tap tap” footsteps came from the stairs.
Annie walked down looking groggy, wearing a loose silk robe, yawning and grumbling, “What car? Ugh, I hate jet lag—it makes me feel unlike myself.”
Thanks to Tang Song and Secretary Jin, Hua Xia had practically become her second home.
As a highly intelligent elite heiress, Annie’s Chinese was actually very fluent, though she preferred to express emotions in English.
Tang Song chuckled, “Lamborghini Aventador SVJ.”
“Wow~ cool! I think I’ve seen your car before—in Deep City, right?” Annie perked up instantly, walked over, flipped her golden hair, and looked at him with fiery eyes. “The weather’s amazing today, handsome gentleman. Want to take a sexy lady for a spin through the streets of Modu?”
She loved driving supercars and had invited Tang Song to go with her multiple times.
Back then, he was all stiff and humorless, never accepting her invites.
Now that he had changed, Annie was clearly itching to experience the thrill with him.
Tang Song’s eyes lit up, and he spread his hands with a gentlemanly smile: “Of course, it would be my honor.”
As a young man, facing the dual temptation of a supercar and a stunning thoroughbred—how could he not be tempted?
Annie cheered, twisting her body joyfully, voice as sweet as honey: “Oh, thank you darling! I think I need to wash up and change into something more fitting—give me a moment.”
With that, she rushed to the bedroom.
She had been sluggish from jet lag earlier, but now she was brimming with energy.
Mo Xiangwan put down her coffee cup, seemingly wanting to speak but held back.
About twenty minutes later.
Annie returned to the living room, fully dressed and made up.
A form-fitting strappy dress that ended just above her knees, perfectly showing off her curves.
She wore slender heels—sexy and stunning.
“Well? Not bad, right?” Annie struck a model-like pose in front of Tang Song, voice filled with pride.
Tang Song stood up and gave her a look of admiration, “Absolutely stunning. You could be on a fashion magazine cover like this.”
“Thanks for the praise.” Annie strutted closer, perfumed and radiant, linking arms with him, “Let’s go. I can’t wait any longer.”
“It’s a bit chilly today—want to wear a jacket?”
“No need. I’m naturally cold-resistant. Besides…” She lowered her voice and leaned close to his ear, whispering, “I think a little sexiness suits today’s mood, don’t you?”
“Alright, whatever you say.” Tang Song chose to go with the flow.
As the two of them were about to leave, Mo Xiangwan couldn’t help but speak, “President Tang, be careful—and don’t forget about this afternoon.”
“Got it. Don’t worry, I won’t miss anything important.”
“Da-da-da”—footsteps echoed.
The villa door closed behind them.
Mo Xiangwan watched their fading figures and sighed quietly.
...
Just after stepping outside the community gate, Tang Song’s phone rang again.
It was the staff from Shengtang Security.
After a brief exchange, he hung up and stood in place, waiting patiently.
Two minutes later, a flatbed tow truck slowly pulled over and parked, followed closely by an SUV.
Once both vehicles came to a steady stop—
Several security personnel in black suits swiftly got out, surrounding the area with stern expressions and sharp eyes.
Next, a familiar young man quickly stepped out of the SUV.
It was Wang Xiaojun, who had previously delivered the Bentley Continental for him.
“Hello, Mr. Tang.” Wang Xiaojun gave a slight bow, tone respectful.
“Hey, long time no see.”
After some quick pleasantries, Tang Song followed Wang Xiaojun to the vehicle.
At this point, the tow truck’s lift had been lowered, and a car covered in a thick dust-proof cloth sat silently on the platform.
“Please inspect the car first,” Wang Xiaojun said as he gestured with his hand.
The thick dust cloth was carefully pulled back.
A matte gray Lamborghini Aventador SVJ 63 emerged on the street.
Its cool paint gleamed with a deep, mysterious luster under shifting light, outlining its aggressively styled contours.
A wedge-shaped body, a low front, exaggerated front splitter, carbon fiber fang-like front lip, Y-shaped headlights, the bold “63” badge on the door, and a massive fixed carbon fiber rear wing...
It looked like a mechanical beast ready to pounce, exuding an intimidating, commanding presence.
Many pedestrians nearby stopped in their tracks, stunned by the sight.
If it weren’t for the black-suited security around it, the crowd might’ve already gathered in closer.
Tang Song’s eyes lit up. As a car enthusiast,
facing his first supercar—a Lamborghini worth tens of millions—his heart raced with joy.
He circled the car once, fingertips brushing over its cold body, feeling the shock of that exquisite craftsmanship.
He walked to the scissor door, pressed the key, and the door rose like an eagle’s wing, revealing Alcantara-wrapped racing seats.
“No issues with the car. Thank you all for the hard work.” Tang Song nodded in satisfaction.
“That’s good to hear.” Wang Xiaojun’s face relaxed into a smile and handed over a document. “Please sign here, and our task will be complete.”
Tang Song casually took it and signed his name.
“Mr. Tang, we won’t take up more of your time. Goodbye.” Wang Xiaojun bowed and led the team to leave the scene.
At that moment, Annie walked over, dramatically praising the car.
She circled to the passenger side, gracefully opened the door, and sat down.
Her long legs settled naturally, slender fingers adjusted the seat with practiced ease—every movement exuding a natural elegance.
She winked at Tang Song, “Come on, baby! Let me see your speed and impact.”
Her hot, curvaceous figure, paired with the Lamborghini’s low body and scissor door design, looked absolutely stunning.
Tang Song smiled, bent down, and slipped into the driver’s seat. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by n0velfire.net
He had already looked up the operation manual for the car online and had a basic understanding of its functions.
With a soft mechanical hum, the roof slowly closed.
Engine start.
The deep growl instantly echoed through the street like a beast awakening.
The car rolled forward and sped along the quiet road.
As they entered a wide-open overpass, the view opened up dramatically.
Clouds overhead drifted like shifting paintings—sometimes dense, sometimes thin.
The distant city skyline shimmered under the sunlight, skyscrapers rising like a forest of steel.
“VROOOM—!” The V12 naturally aspirated engine roared explosively.
The g-force slammed them back into their carbon fiber seats.
“Oh my God, that sound is amazing!” Annie rested her hand on the door edge, letting the breeze toss her golden hair.
Every time they accelerated, she would scream excitedly, blurting out random things, her voice full of freedom and joy.
“Floor it!”
“Good boy... now do that again.”
......
The sun gradually rose, and the temperature climbed.
The matte-gray Lamborghini exited the overpass and entered the bustling streets of Modu.
With its iconic raging bull badge, wild and sharp body lines, and a fiery, confident supermodel in the passenger seat,
the car’s head-turning rate hit the max.
It became the center of attention—passersby staring, chatting, taking photos, and sharing.
One influencer holding a selfie stick bumped into her friend while gawking.
Some uniformed students pointed at the Lamborghini, excitedly waving their hands.
Even couples couldn’t help but glance back again and again.
Inside the car, Tang Song inhaled Annie’s alluring perfume.
He could feel the intense, admiring, envious—even shocked—gazes directed at him. A strange, stirring emotion welled up inside.
This was what it meant to be young and successful, gallant in fine clothes, riding like a hero.
While stopped at an intersection, Tang Song’s right hand subconsciously rested on the passenger’s thigh, lips curling into a smile.
Through the soft, luxurious dress, he gently stroked it, savoring the smooth warmth of Annie’s skin.
Annie, in the middle of smoking, paused in surprise before breaking into a radiant smile.
She turned to Tang Song, parted her red lips, and blew a smoke ring at him.
The sweet scent of Davidoff Gold Edition still lingering, she leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips.
The kiss carried the chill of mint and saffron, blended with the warmth of her mouth, making his heart race.
Annie’s eyes gleamed with lazy satisfaction.
Her golden curls floated in the wind, her fair shoulders glowing softly in the sunlight.
Utterly captivating.
3:15 PM.
“Tap, tap, tap——”
Heels gently clicked on the polished marble floor, making crisp sounds.
Shen Yuyan wore an ivory trench coat with heeled ankle boots, pulling a silver carry-on suitcase. She looked both poised and elegant.
She exited the terminal.
Soon, she spotted her name sign.
“Hello, I’m Shen Yuyan.”
“Ms. Shen, welcome to Modu. I’m the pickup agent from Grand Hyatt.” A middle-aged woman in a dark uniform gave a slight bow, her voice low and professional.
Shen Yuyan gave a nod and followed her to the parking area.
They boarded a black Mercedes-Benz V-Class business van.
A faint scent of sandalwood lingered inside, the temperature was just right, and on the small table was a bottle of Evian and a copy of the day’s Financial Times.
The car smoothly drove out of the airport, heading toward Lujiazui in Pudong along the elevated highway.
Leaning back in the leather seat, Shen Yuyan replied to several work messages and glanced out the window.
Afternoon sunlight bathed Modu’s skyline—towering skyscrapers gleaming like a steel forest, radiating the charm of a modern metropolis.
She lifted her phone and snapped a picture of the distant skyline, posting it to Moments.
Caption: “Every departure is for a better arrival.”
“Ring ring——” her phone rang.
【Qiu Sirou】
She picked up with a gentle chuckle, “Hey, Sirou, saw my post?”
“Mm, just got off the plane, on the way to the hotel.”
“Hehe, you’re the local here, I won’t hold back—you owe me a fancy meal.”
“Alright, see you tonight. Bye.”
They exchanged a few words and hung up. Shen Yuyan’s lips curved upward.
She had many friends in Modu—Qiu Sirou was a close former colleague. They both used to work at a Fortune 500 company before job transfers brought them here.
This trip to Modu, naturally, catching up was a must.
In fact, Shen Yuyan, who loved socializing, still kept in touch with many former bosses and colleagues from the company.
The car slowly entered the curved driveway of the Jin Mao Tower.
As the door opened, the breeze from the Huangpu River carried the city's opulent energy right to her face.
Entering the hotel—
The lobby manager came forward with a polished smile, “Ms. Shen, your executive suite is ready. It’s on the 82nd floor.”
“Thank you.” Shen Yuyan nodded lightly and followed the concierge through the nearly 30-story-high atrium, the signature design of Grand Hyatt Jin Mao.
Looking up, the stacked circular corridors resembled a time tunnel from a futuristic world—mesmerizing.
“Ding—” the elevator went straight to the 82nd floor.
Inside the suite: light gray wool carpet, a modern B&B Italia sofa, a Flos floor lamp—every detail exuded understated luxury.
Shen Yuyan took off her coat and draped it over the arm of the sofa, barefoot stepping onto the plush carpet, lightly walking toward the window.
The entire city unfolded slowly beneath her, like a majestic scroll coming to life.
The Huangpu River shimmered and flowed. The century-old Bund buildings and Lujiazui’s towering skyscrapers reflected one another.
Shanghai World Financial Center, Shanghai Tower, Oriental Pearl Tower...
Shen Yuyan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her fingertips unconsciously pressed against the cold glass.
Intoxicated and entranced.
This was Modu’s financial hub—one of the busiest commercial districts in Huaxia.
CICC, Ping An, Jingwu Capital, Ant, CITIC, HSBC, Citibank...
Big names gathered here, symbolizing wealth, power, and endless possibility.
Standing here, Shen Yuyan could taste the scent of money and power—and glimpse the unattainable future.
She picked up her phone again and took another photo.
Modu, Modu.
This city is the best copywriting.