novelraw Chapter 527: Shen Yuyan’s Identity Tag, Mellon
Chapter 527: Shen Yuyan’s Identity Tag, Mellon
The night breeze carried the fragrance of citrus and body wash. Shen Yuyan’s soft, delicate body was nearly nestled into Tang Song’s arms.
She tilted up her exquisitely made-up campus belle face, with teardrops clinging to her lashes, glimmering under the streetlight.
Tang Song’s heartbeat sped up involuntarily.
Ahead in his vision, the red bullet comments grew darker and darker, as if they were about to ignite.
【Tang Song! Tang Song! Tang Song!】
【Give me a chance! Let me prove myself to you!】
【Maybe you think I’m cheap, maybe you think I’m transactional—but I just want a chance!】
In 【Observer】 mode, Tang Song could clearly feel her chaotic emotional state.
She was different from Lin Muxue.
Shen Yuyan had always been outstanding since she was a child. In school, in society, and on the internet, she had always been in the spotlight.She was proud, confident, independent, ambitious, and always moving upward.
For someone like her to lower herself like this, begging him for a chance...
It showed she really was on the verge of collapse.
He had a strong hunch: if he rejected her right now, Shen Yuyan might break down completely.
Their eyes met. There was a flicker of pleading and pain in Shen Yuyan’s gaze, her breath laced with the scent of champagne. “Tang Song…”
She truly regretted it—missing her best chance to get onboard.
While she was pouring herself into building Youjie Housekeeping, Guo Liyuan and Gao Mengting had soared by relying on him.
When they first ran into each other, Tang Song had still been just a “nobody.”
But in these mere six months, he had transformed in a dazzling way—
From Shimmer Coffee’s tech lead to a shareholder of Lanfeng International Hotel and a member of the PolyStar Ventures Committee.
Seeing him chatting casually with Shangguan Qiuya, Zheng Qiudong, and Director Sun...
That’s when she realized there was a vast, insurmountable gulf between them.
She couldn’t wait any longer!
She had a strong feeling—if she missed this opportunity, Tang Song would drift farther and farther away, until she truly couldn’t reach him anymore.
By then, the women around him would only be more dazzling, more exceptional, and she… might not even be qualified to stand beside him.
So she’d dressed like this, trying to stir his past desire and possessiveness for “Shen Yuyan” using her old friendship with Xu Qing and her campus belle figure.
She’d tried to showcase her insights and intellect to win his favor.
What she hadn’t expected was—he actually rejected her kiss.
As if, in his heart, she didn’t mean as much as she’d imagined.
That shattered her last shred of pride and self-esteem, driving her to cling to him and beg.
【Is it too late to play weak now, Daddy Sponsor?!】
Seeing that bullet comment, Tang Song forced himself not to react.
This feeling of peeking into someone’s inner thoughts was… odd.
But this was enough. Shen the School Belle was about to lose it—she even called him “Daddy.”
Earlier, his rejection had been intentional—to stir up her emotional waves and observe her more closely.
Under Shen Yuyan’s watchful gaze,
Tang Song slowly raised his hand, gently brushing her silky black hair, finally resting his palm on her back.
【Ahhhh! He touched my hair! His hand is so warm...】
Feeling the school belle’s trembling body, Tang Song looked deeply into her eyes and said, “Alright. I’ll give you a chance.”
Hearing that, Shen Yuyan’s eyes lit up instantly.
Her full C+ cup chest heaved violently.
【I won the bet! I knew it—he softened!】
【Just wait, I’ll pull off the ultimate comeback!】
Shen Yuyan suppressed her excitement and joy, hugging Tang Song’s waist tightly.
With a tearful, pitiful face, she whispered, “Thank you, Tang Song. I’ll prove myself—you won’t be disappointed. I had a lot to drink tonight, I might’ve crossed a line. Please don’t be mad.”
【He didn’t dodge! And he’s holding me tighter! He does want me!】
【He smells so good...】
With Tang Song’s promise, her mood instantly lifted. Even the bullet comment color returned to normal.
Looking at the scheming school belle still playing it sweet in his arms, Tang Song’s hand slid lower, gliding across her firm waistline.
Feeling her soft curves, his mood lifted too.
But mostly, it was a psychological satisfaction.
The once lofty goddess had lowered herself just to get close to him.
Shen Yuyan’s eyes widened, her body tensed, panic flashing through her eyes.
【What’s he doing? Going lower? How should I react so I don’t seem too cheap, but also don’t upset him?】
However, Tang Song’s hand ultimately didn’t go further—it stopped at her lower back.
He said softly, “Yuyan.”
“I’m here… go ahead…” Shen Yuyan bit her lip, teary-eyed.
“I’ve always admired you. Your talent, your composure—you’re exceptional. Even if Youjie Housekeeping failed, that doesn’t mean you’re a failure.”
“Thank you for saying that.” Shen Yuyan’s eyes shimmered as she looked at him expectantly.
【Come on, tell me what you want! I’ll definitely do better than Gao Mengting or Lin Muxue!】
“Tomorrow night, there’s a networking event in the finance circle. Come with me.”
Hearing this, Shen Yuyan blinked. “Sure, I’d be honored. Where’s the event? What should I wear? Which lipstick shade do you prefer?”
【That’s it?! THAT’S IT?!】
【When will I finally get my revenge?!】
She had thought Tang Song would bring up future investment plans, send her to do research, maybe even let her join his team.
She didn’t expect it would just be an event invitation. Completely out of left field.
Tang Song raised a brow and gave her waist a slight squeeze. “It’s at Modu International Conference Center.”
This scheming school belle really was something else—one face in public, another in private.
If it weren’t for the 【Whisper】 skill, he might’ve been fooled.
Shen Yuyan’s face flushed. She twisted instinctively, then froze. “Modu International Conference Center… finance networking event… Tang Song, what’s the name of the event?”
“‘Investor Night: Smart Future.’ It’s a high-end private business banquet focused on the deep integration of tech and capital. I thought you’d be interested.”
Shen Yuyan’s pupils contracted. Blood rushed to her head. She trembled as she asked, “You want me to go with you to ‘Investor Night’?”
This was the very event she was supposed to attend with Wang Yubo and Ren Mingyuan.
Because of Wang Yubo, she didn’t dare tell Xu Qing the full story, afraid Tang Song would misunderstand.
But deep down, she desperately wanted to use this kind of high-end gala to make connections and raise her status.
But at noon in the Park Hyatt clubhouse, she’d been humiliated by Wang Yubo and kicked off the guest list.
Thinking of that disgrace, her anger and resentment surged again.
【Just wait! One day, I’ll make you all beg me on your knees!】
Still, she knew—even if Tang Song had wealth and status, it depended on who you compared him to.
In Yancheng, he might be a top-tier figure.
But in Modu, at a gala of this caliber, he’d likely just be attending as an LP or regular investor.
Especially when Sequoia, Tencent Investments, Temasek, IDG, Jingwu Capital—these real heavyweights—would be there.
Even so, Tang Song’s invitation meant she could still get in, show up with a new identity, and reappear before people like Wang Yubo.
In a sense, that was already a small victory—a bit of payback.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow. “What? You don’t want to go?”
“No, no!” Shen Yuyan snapped out of it, shaking her head hard. “I’d love to. Thank you for inviting me.”
【Daddy Sponsor? Don’t wrong me! Who said no?! I’d kill to go!】
The corner of Tang Song’s lips curled up slightly as he let go of her. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Make sure you dress up.”
“Mhm, no problem.” Shen Yuyan tilted her head and smiled sweetly. “Also, if you need help with any investment research or work, just let me know. I promise I won’t let you down.”
【Come on, say it! Ask already!】
【I’ve got all the pitch decks memorized!】
Tang Song said calmly, “Mm, no rush. We’ll talk after the event.”
He chose Shen Yuyan precisely because of her capabilities.
She’d worked HR at a Fortune 500 company, then built her own startup from scratch and navigated fundraising.
Her foundations and experience were solid—very helpful for completing the 【Growth Plan Task】.
Speaking of which, his assistant Xiaoxue really was more about showing off.
She studied finance and English just to act impressive. She looked good at events, but was a bit clumsy when it came to real work.
Shen Yuyan looked momentarily disappointed but quickly lifted her bright smile. “Okay, we’ll talk later.”
She pressed her lips together slightly and looked at him with watery eyes,
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But Tang Song still didn’t respond.
【(">Ⅲ<) Ugh! Would it kill you to kiss me?! What a sigma male!】
【He was so bold with Qingqing!】
【See? Freebies never get valued! Double-standard jerk!】
Suddenly, she rose on tiptoe and planted a quick kiss on Tang Song’s cheek.
The soft touch vanished in an instant, and her face flushed a deep red.
【Aaaah I’m losing it! I wanna bite him!】
【Ugh! Shen Yuyan, you’ve fallen! You’re really a simp now?!】
【Aren’t I though?】
【Simp? So what?! I’ll simp if I want to!】
Seeing the flurry of bullet comments above her head, Tang Song held back from pinning her against the wall.
He was still in the 【Whispers of Shen Yuyan】 instance, playing the role of 【Observer】 while Shen Yuyan was the 【Trial Subject】.
He had to stick to the observer role to push the plot forward and successfully clear the instance to earn the precious 【Charm +1】.
If he revealed his true feelings and desires now, someone as calculating as Shen Yuyan would definitely take advantage and flip her attitude.
“Alright then, go get some rest. See you tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.” Shen Yuyan waved with a smile, then suddenly leaned forward and teased, “Oh right, Tang Song—there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you.”
“What is it?”
“You’re so handsome! Haha~~” Shen Yuyan said sweetly, her face glowing with cheer.
Then she turned and ran toward the hotel entrance, her pleated skirt lifting in the night breeze,
revealing a flash of shapely, smooth thigh—radiating youthful charm.
Tang Song's gaze briefly lost focus.
Just before she entered the hotel, Shen Yuyan suddenly turned around, cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, “Mr. Dreamboat, see you tomorrow! I’ll miss you!”
The night breeze gently lifted her hair, and her crisp laughter echoed through the darkness—it was exactly like the 18- or 19-year-old campus belle from college days.
Fresh and full of spirit.
【I knew it! This is exactly what he falls for!】
【Hah! Men!】
【One day I’ll make you call me Mommy!】
Tang Song’s eye twitched—he couldn’t bear to look.
“!”
The system light screen popped open automatically in front of him.
【Second Act】
【October 7, 21:22 — Shen Yuyan accepted your invitation. To better observe and provoke her, you’ve decided to play a fun “choice game” with her to gain a more direct understanding of her human nature.】
【You will attend this event as Chairman/CEO of Rongliu Capital. To make the atmosphere more immersive and impressive, you will lead at least three core team members, and also invite Jingwu Capital’s Annie Kate to attend with you.】
【Before heading to the Modu International Conference Center, you have prepared two identity tags: one labeled “Special Consultant (temporary)”, the other “Special Assistant (Tang Song)”.】
【Without revealing your identity or company background, Shen Yuyan will have to choose the tag she wants.】
【Once she makes her choice, she will attend the event with you under the chosen identity, joining your colleagues and Jingwu Capital’s team.】
【Her hesitation and internal conflict—ambition versus pride, confidence versus insecurity, desire versus regret—observe her emotional fluctuations carefully. This will help you gain deeper insight into the psychological complexity behind human decision-making.】
After reading the instance storyline, Tang Song let out a light chuckle, suddenly feeling particularly eager.
He remembered during 【Lin Muxue’s Whisper】, the second act had also been a fascinating game.
The “fake heiress’s” reactions were still fresh in his memory—from the initial greed and probing, to the later hesitation and regret, every detail had left a deep impression.
This time, the test subject was the more complicated, more ambitious Shen Yuyan.
Unlike Lin Muxue, Shen Yuyan wasn’t driven purely by money.
What truly struck a nerve for her was the sense of superiority and power that came with status.
That invisible force was what she deeply craved.
Because of that, this choice would be especially significant to her.
“Let’s see if the school belle can make the right choice this time.”
The autumn wind gently swept through. The post-rain air in Modu was so fresh it felt like it could wash one’s soul.
The brilliant lights of distant skyscrapers shimmered like a dream.
With his hands in his pockets, Tang Song strolled slowly down the sidewalk, his eyes drifting leisurely around him.
This instance—or more precisely, this grand event in Modu—was also a breakthrough for him.
His charm was about to hit 80. With multiple new game roles unlocked, it was time for him to step onto a bigger stage.
Next up: “gather the troops.”
Rongliu Capital didn’t have a WOFE branch office in Modu, but since he needed to approach Yimai Tech and attend the banquet, the head office in Hong Kong had specially sent several employees to support him.
As for the foreign mare, he didn’t think she’d refuse him.
Back at the villa—
He didn’t see Annie in the second-floor lounge.
Tang Song opened the hidden fridge, pulled out a bottle of cold cola, then walked out onto the terrace and sat back in the rattan chair.
Sipping the chilled drink, he pulled out his phone and dialed Zhang Weiran, the Director of Brand & PR at Rongliu Capital.
“Hello, Vivian.”
A polite and respectful voice came through the speaker. “Mr. Tang, good evening. What can I assist you with?”
Tang Song took a sip of the icy cola and explained the identity tag setup for Shen Yuyan and the event arrangements.
Zhang Weiran immediately replied, “Understood. Then… do you want me to annotate the meaning and authority scope of the two identity tags?”
“No need. I’ll let Shirley—Shen Yuyan’s English name—pick for herself. You just need to coordinate accordingly.”
Zhang Weiran seemed a bit confused but didn’t pry. She simply asked cautiously, “Once Shirley makes a choice, how should we proceed with logistics? For example, the event invitation, seating arrangements, etc.?”
“No matter which one she chooses, just add her directly to my accompanying guest list. Make sure her name and title appear on the official invitation.”
“Got it, Mr. Tang,” Zhang Weiran answered softly, her tone slightly nervous but serious. “Please rest assured, everything will be carried out exactly as instructed—there won’t be any mistakes.”
After hanging up, Tang Song casually set his phone down on the small table beside him,
taking in the dazzling night view of Modu.
“Dingdong—”
His phone screen lit up.
A voice message from Shen Yuyan.
Tang Song raised his brows slightly and pressed play.
A clear and gentle voice came through the speaker: “Thank you for today, Tang Song... Actually, this was my first time hugging a guy, also my first…”
Her voice paused, laced with a shy softness. “First time kissing a guy. My heart is still racing… I know it’s embarrassing, but it really made me happy to run into you in this unfamiliar city.”
Hearing that, Tang Song’s lips curved into a faint smile.
Just as he was about to type a reply—
A lazy, sultry voice came from the terrace door. “Looks like I’m interrupting someone’s romantic moment.”
Tang Song looked up to see Annie Kate leaning against the doorframe.
A snug velvet slip dress hugged her curves, the hem stopping just at mid-thigh, revealing long, perfectly shaped legs.
Her golden hair tumbled over her shoulders, and her pale eyes sparkled with mischief as they flicked between him and his phone.
“First hug? First kiss?” she mimicked dramatically. “Song, your talent for seducing young girls is quite something.”
Tang Song replied breezily, “Eavesdropping on someone’s private message isn’t very polite, Miss Annie.”
“Maybe I’ll tell Jin about this,” Annie shrugged and shamelessly grabbed his cola from the side table, taking a few loud gulps.
“You can try, Miss Annie.”
“Oh~ Don’t use that title.”
Tang Song reached out to take his drink back.
Annie deliberately blocked him, her tongue subtly tracing the rim of the bottle—her movements slow, teasing, and deliberate.
Then she handed the now-lipstick-marked cola back to him.
Tang Song didn’t mind the foreign mare’s saliva—they’d kissed so many times already anyway—but her attitude was clearly a little “warning shot.”
He smacked her on the butt and said directly, “Tomorrow night, there’s a financial networking event at the Modu International Conference Center. Jingwu Capital will also attend. Bring your team and come with me.”
Hearing this, Annie raised her eyebrows, her smile deepening. “Oh? You want my help? But I don’t work for free, darling.”
“What’s the price?”
Annie leaned casually against the terrace railing, her eyes curving like crescent moons. Her slender fingers trailed down her own thigh, tracing out a graceful line.
“Very simple. Just…” She deliberately dragged out her words, breath warm and fragrant. “Kiss my leg once, and I’ll help you.”
As she spoke, she leaned back and extended her long, athletic legs toward Tang Song.
Her legs weren’t skinny at all. The lines of muscle carved out long, slender shapes across her thighs—
healthy, flexible, firm—perfect muscular legs.
Tang Song furrowed his brow, stood up, and looked down at the foreign mare, his gaze gradually turning cold.
“Annie, I think you’ve misunderstood something.”
Annie’s blue eyes gleamed dangerously as she challenged him, “What? You clearly enjoy my body—why the rejection?”
Tang Song stepped forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and gripped the back of her neck with his other hand, forcing her to look up at him.
His movements were dominant and unyielding, laced with quiet pressure.
In the dim night, the foreign mare’s skin glowed with a delicate sheen, like a perfect piece of art.
Her flawless face blushed slightly from the mild struggle, looking incredibly alluring.
“I’m informing you, not asking for help. You should know by now—whether I’m your Master or your Boss, I’m both.”
All of Jingwu Capital was his. Unlocking Annie effectively meant gaining partial control over the firm's resources.
As long as he didn’t use Annie directly to boost his charm rating or help with missions, everything remained within bounds.
In fact, after his charm reached 80, the roles he inherited brought far more than just assets.
For example, unlocking Su Yu would mean gaining control of Tangzong Entertainment and its many affiliated businesses.
Their eyes locked in the shadows, emotions flickering between them.
The air was thick with invisible tension, every breath seeming to slow and deepen.
After more than a minute of silence, the atmosphere suddenly turned ambiguous.
Annie bit her lip, and with a lazy, slightly provocative tone, said, “Alright, if this is for work, then I won’t say no.”
With that, she gave him a push, signaling for him to let go.
What she wanted was the thrill of challenging Tang Song—not a show of tenderness or submission.
However, Tang Song had no intention of letting go.
Annie seemed to sense the possessiveness and restrained impulse in his eyes. Her blue gaze sparkled with danger and mischief.
“I should remind you, darling, Miss Annie is quite in demand. Recently, a Mellon family kid’s been aggressively chasing me—flowers, yacht parties, even gifted me a private jet.”
Hearing that, Tang Song murmured, “Mellon…”
That was a very familiar surname.
“Yes, that Mellon,” Annie tilted her head, eyes fixed on his, her tone tinged with pride. “That guy’s grandfather’s great-grandfather was Andrew William Mellon—he’s one of the family heirs.”
A flicker of memory stirred in Tang Song’s mind—details about the family surfacing.
The Mellon family was a legendary American dynasty, on par with the Rockefellers and Morgans.
Their control of BNY Mellon made them a global leader in asset custody and a heavyweight in cross-border capital flows.
In his memory, he hadn’t had much direct interaction with the family—though Annie had once worked closely with their Asia affairs head on behalf of Jingwu.
Annie lifted her chin, a triumphant smirk at the corner of her lips. “So, Song, who knows? Maybe someday I’ll fall into someone else’s arms. After all, time waits for no one.”
Tang Song looked at her again. He couldn’t deny it—her words had pissed him off.
He released the back of her neck, his fingertips tracing her collarbone, finally lifting her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes again.
“So… what’s his name?”
“Morris Mellon.” Annie’s eyes widened deliberately, adding with a smirk, “Moe’s got killer abs too—his body’s just as hot as yours.”
Tang Song’s palm landed on the basketball nearby with a crisp slap.
Annie let out a small gasp, tried to kick him, but was pinned down with ease. “You—”
Tang Song leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek, voice low and intense.
“You seem to really like my abs, don’t you, Annie?”
“Of course.” Annie smiled slyly. “I’ll admit—your body is… quite impressive.”
Tang Song pinched her cheek. “Then it’s your turn to show me something.”
His voice was husky, full of suggestion.
“Oh?” Annie raised an eyebrow, teasing, “And what exactly do you want me to do? Kiss your abs? Haha~ Song, you really are amusing.”
She reached out to stroke his waist, her touch bold and confident, trying to regain control.
But Tang Song caught her wrist, slowly guiding her hand downward.
“Not just the abs.”
Annie’s eyes widened instantly, her breath hitching. “You’re crossing a line, Song!”
Tang Song’s gaze burned into hers. “Do as I say!”
“No way!” Annie protested softly.
“What if I send those pictures we took yesterday to someone else… say, Moe?”
“F*ck! You’re playing with fire!”
On the quiet villa terrace,
The two struggled and clashed—fierce but restrained—testing each other’s boundaries.
Over ten minutes passed before things finally calmed down.
“Fine, but I’ll get even,” she muttered.
Tang Song sat on the couch in the living room, casually flipping open a gold-embossed copy of Capital.
Annie, breathing heavily, sat on the Persian carpet, listening intently as he began explaining its concepts.