novelraw Chapter 562: Hong Kong, Mo Xiangwan, Invitation Letter
Chapter 562: Hong Kong, Mo Xiangwan, Invitation Letter
October 22, 2023, Sunday, clear skies, 10~25°C.
6:30 a.m., the sky was just beginning to lighten.
Faint morning light filtered diagonally through the gap in the curtains.
The room was quiet, with only the occasional sound of cars passing outside and soft breathing inside.
Tang Song slowly opened his eyes as consciousness gradually returned.
He moved his fingers and immediately touched a patch of smooth, warm skin.
Beside him, Gao Mengting let out a soft “mm,” low and airy, very pleasant to hear.
Tang Song turned his body and saw his partner curled up.
Her face was nestled between his arm and the pillow, a strand of hair falling beside her lashes, her breath warm and steady.
The quilt had slipped slightly, revealing kiss marks across her collarbone and shoulders.Like red plum blossoms blooming silently in the snow.
Tang Song looked down and saw kiss marks on himself as well.
He let out a slow breath, feeling a vague, inexplicable stir in his heart.
Gao Mengting had always given him the impression of being elegant and gentle, calm and steadfast.
In all the time he’d known her, she had never lost her temper. Even when unhappy, she would just complain a little and quickly return to normal.
He never expected her to be this wild—like a flame igniting the autumn night.
In terms of sheer impulse, she was even more intense than Wen Ruan.
At first, he had been completely passive—it felt like he was being forcefully taken.
Of course, Tang Song could probably understand.
Gao Mengting was the idealistic type—whether in career, friendship, or love, she pursued spiritual resonance and the realization of personal value.
When she chose to take this step,
It wasn't just about physical closeness; it was about opening up and trusting from deep within the soul.
She didn’t hide or hesitate, launching into him like a “warrior woman.”
The way her hair arched as it moved, the restraint in biting her lower lip, the glint of tears at the corner of her eyes in those moments of abandon...
Their bodies and hearts aligned, spirits and flesh intertwined.
Tang Song could feel her burning soul.
Of course, ideals are rich, but reality is harsh.
In the end, Gao Mengting was no match for him at all.
It was basically: twenty minutes of foreplay, five minutes of action.
That said, this partner of his was hands down the most sensitive girl he’d ever encountered—truly fun and thrilling.
From a guy’s perspective, it was ridiculously satisfying.
Still, Tang Song was, after all, a bit of a cheat code—he’d been through plenty of endurance training.
Naturally, one round wasn’t enough.
But since it was her first time, he decided to let her off the hook.
Thinking of this, the corners of Tang Song’s lips lifted.
The phone casually tossed to the side buzzed, screen lighting up—the daily Smile Reward had arrived.
Gao Mengting’s eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
In the dim light, their gazes met.
“You’re awake?” Tang Song’s voice was gentle.
Gao Mengting looked at him, said nothing, and suddenly leaned in to kiss him softly.
Her kiss was clumsy but sincere.
Under the quilt, her soft body pressed down on his.
Their eyes locked, like a kiss between two souls syncing in harmony.
Tang Song gently ran his fingers through her hair, looking into her expressive eyes, feeling like something inside was being quietly stirred.
He could sense the deep love she had for him—pure, without a trace of impurity.
Fiery and direct.
Their lips parted.
Gao Mengting lay on top of him, her chin resting on his chest, thick brown hair cascading down.
“Tang Song…?” Her voice still carried some sleepiness, slightly hoarse, yet tender and pleasant.
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Do you love me?” Gao Mengting asked.
“Of course I do. I told you at least ten times last night.”
“Hehe, okay. I don’t remember that many, but I still want to hear it.”
“I love you.”
“Tell me how you felt last night, okay?” Gao Mengting leaned in closer.
“Uh… how am I supposed to say that?”
“Start from the beginning. Tell me bit by bit. Describe the details and your feelings.”
“That’s not really appropriate, is it?”
Gao Mengting’s hand slowly moved downward. “Come on, I want to hear it.”
“Hsss—” Tang Song drew in a breath. This was the first time he realized his partner had such a kink?!
He’d really never met a girl who would ask a guy to describe their experience in detail after doing it…
He gave a little cough and tried to change the subject. “Why don’t you go first?”
“Mm.” Gao Mengting blinked and looked into his eyes, speaking softly, “At the beginning, every time you kissed me, it felt like…”
Warm, gentle words flowed into his ears.
She began to tell the story in a calm yet vivid tone—richly worded but not pretentious.
She spoke of her nervousness, her longing, her investment, and described in detail the psychological changes brought on by each subtle touch.
She even said quite a few “dirty” words.
Tang Song was stunned, completely floored!
He never imagined that the graceful and intellectual partner he knew could say such blunt yet captivating things.
It was even spicier than Xu Qing’s uncut version!
Tang Song was getting fired up just listening.
Alright then, partner! You asked for it!
“Ah—!” Gao Mengting let out a small cry as the world spun around her.
A little after 7 a.m.
Tang Song got dressed and walked out of the bedroom.
Lifting his head, he saw Qiuqiu sitting in the living room.
She was wearing a dark autumn long-sleeved outfit, sporty and casual, outlining her tall, sexy figure perfectly.
Her orange-brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders, glowing with a gentle sheen in the morning light.
Her complexion was fair, and her cool demeanor carried a faint, deliberately restrained unease.
Like a quietly blooming camellia flower, hiding thoughts no one else could see.
Hearing footsteps and the door open, she suddenly stood up, eyes flustered, fingers nervously tugging at her sleeves.
“Tang Song, good morning.”
Tang Song lifted his hand slightly and smiled warmly. “Morning, Qiuqiu. Have you eaten?”
“N-not yet.” Qiuqiu bit her lower lip gently and said softly, “I wasn’t sure what you and Senior wanted to eat, so I didn’t dare cook anything.”
Tang Song walked to the center of the living room and casually glanced at the rising sun outside the window, smiling. “Mengting’s still asleep. The weather’s nice today. How about we eat out? Roujiamo sound good? We can bring her one too.”
“Sure.” Qiuqiu nodded quickly, her cheeks slightly flushed.
She turned and quickly went back to the bedroom, threw on a jacket, then came out to stand beside Tang Song, obediently following him downstairs.
Though her eyes looked forward, the edge of her vision was filled with his figure.
Last night, in the rental apartment, with her senior right next door, he had kissed her voluntarily.
And he even said, “No one will come for you anymore.”
That sentence had an indescribable effect on her—offering immense comfort and security.
Being “abandoned” by someone important had always been her deepest fear.
Because her emotions had fluctuated too much, she had woken up around five a.m.
Tossing and turning in bed, her heartbeat grew faster with each passing minute—she really wanted to see him and say good morning.
So she sat on the living room sofa.
She sat there in a daze for nearly two hours.
She didn’t even know what she was hoping for—maybe just more time to be with him.
After all, as long as she was near him, she felt safe.
“Ding—” The elevator came to a slow stop on the ground floor.
They stepped out of the building.
Autumn sunshine greeted them.
The crunch of fallen plane tree leaves underfoot filled the air—“crack-crack.”
Qiuqiu didn’t say a word but stayed by Tang Song’s side, matching his pace, intentionally keeping her shadow close to his.
Her gaze often drifted toward him, paused briefly, then darted away.
Early Sunday morning.
The road had the occasional old man walking his dog, young people jogging, or neighbors carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks…
This was a neighborhood rich with a sense of everyday life—which was exactly why Gao Mengting had chosen it.
As they walked, everything felt plain but warm.
Tang Song glanced at the “cold and aloof” designer beside him and suddenly said, “Qiuqiu.”
“Yes!” She reflexively raised her head and locked eyes with his bright, smiling gaze.
The next second.
Tang Song wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his warm palm pressing lightly on her flexible lower abdomen, effortlessly lifting her off the ground.
Qiuqiu’s surprised gasp caught in her throat—unprepared, she was pulled into his arms and lifted into the air, heart pounding like a drum.
Tang Song laughed as he held her tight, gently swaying her like a swing—his movements playful but gentle.
Qiuqiu’s long legs brushed against fallen leaves by the roadside—dry leaves fluttered up, dancing in the morning light.
Sunlight melted into warm swirls in her eyes, beautiful and romantic.
It was as if the whole world blossomed gently for that moment.
On Qiuqiu’s face, for the first time, appeared a smile as pure as a child’s.
Above her head, the Dreamseed Blossom quietly unfurled—a second camellia bud began to sprout.
8 a.m.
At the street corner, the breakfast stall was already buzzing.
The vendor’s shouting, the sizzling of oil, and the chatter of pedestrians blended into a warm, down-to-earth symphony.
The two of them sat at a makeshift table, holding roujiamo in their hands. In front of them were millet porridge, sugar-fried cakes, and small pickles.
Qiuqiu’s cool, elegant cheeks were tinged with a soft blush. She lowered her head, gently stirring the millet porridge, the spoon making faint sounds as it moved in the bowl.
In her mind, the image of Tang Song swaying her with his arms wrapped around her waist kept replaying. Her heartbeat was still a little erratic, and the corners of her lips lifted ever so slightly—hiding a shy smile.
Tang Song ate at a leisurely pace, occasionally chatting with Qiuqiu about the weather or the taste of the food, his tone relaxed and gentle.
“Riiing—” The phone on the table started vibrating.
He glanced down.
【Luo Bin】
Immediately after, a tissue was handed to him.
“Thanks.” Tang Song smiled at Qiuqiu, wiped his hands, picked up the phone, and answered the call.
Soon, Luo Bin’s steady and powerful voice came through the receiver: “Good morning, Mr. Tang.”
“Morning, Luo Bin.” Tang Song’s tone was casual, a bright smile on his face.
Ever since unlocking the 【Character Hub】, he’d officially gained in-depth communication access with Luo Bin and Mo Xiangwan, two top-tier professionals.
As the strongest lawyer and agent assigned by the system, their support would be one of the most important backings for his future capital operations and mission completion.
They exchanged a few pleasantries.
Luo Bin got straight to the point: “Mr. Tang, I’ll be arriving in Yancheng this morning. When’s convenient for you? Let’s meet—mainly to discuss the private jet, family office affairs, and the Silent Crown project.”
Tang Song checked the time and thought for a moment before saying, “Let’s do 2 p.m. You can come find me at Rongliu Capital.”
He had just shared the most intimate moment of his life with Gao Mengting—he wanted to spend a little more time with her. Otherwise, it just didn’t feel right.
Besides, he genuinely enjoyed discussing those unique topics with Gao Mengting. It was relaxed and fun.
“Got it, understood,” Luo Bin replied crisply.
After hanging up, Tang Song resumed eating breakfast slowly.
But inside, a sense of anticipation was stirring.
This time, with his Charm stat rising to 80, the rewards were massive.
Now, the curtain was finally rising—he was about to step onto a much grander stage.
Private jets, the French manor, Smile Holdings, and the “Special Advisory Seat” in the family office.
That seat was crucial and needed to be finalized as soon as possible.
It had to be someone he truly trusted, who fully understood his situation—and even some of his background.
The Tangjin Family Office was his real “asset matrix,” and this seat was the key to paving the way for him to take over the family office in the future.
Additionally, the capital injections into Rongliu Capital by Kate Trust and Tangjin were about to kick off.
Ten billion dollars! This immediately usable cash flow would truly elevate Rongliu Capital into the ranks of world-class private equity firms.
Looks like he had to head south soon.
Rongliu Capital’s headquarters in Hong Kong, the private jet; Bai Yueguang in Deep City; the “Zhilian Future” project in Yang City, and… Zhang Yan.
Also, the capital infusion from Kate Trust and the Tangjin Family Office into Rongliu Capital should be starting soon.
Thinking of Zhang Yan, Tang Song’s heart paused for a beat.
He picked up his phone again, opened QQ, and switched to his alt account.
He tapped into the chat with Zhang Yan.
Still empty.
He’d checked on Friday night when he had a spare moment—she hadn’t left any messages this week, maybe something had held her up.
He was used to checking in on her updates every week.
This sudden blank space gave him an odd sense of loss,
Like morning mist on an autumn day—faint but lingering.
11:00 a.m.
Qiaoxi District, U-Jie Housekeeping Headquarters.
General Manager’s Office.
Sunlight streamed into the room through the blinds, casting long slivers of light across the desk.
“So warm—”
The door opened, and Li Meixia walked in briskly, holding a thick stack of documents in her arms, her face filled with barely concealed excitement.
“Yuyan! We got everything!”
Shen Yuyan, who had been looking at her phone, quickly stood up and hurried over. “Let me see!”
She took the documents and carefully placed them on the desk, flipping through them impatiently.
“Yanzhao Youth Entrepreneurship Support Program Selection Notice,”
“Enterprise Talent Subsidy Scheme,”
“Brand Promotion Support Plan,”
“Subsidized Loan Agreement Draft”…
Each document was stamped with a bright red seal, radiating an aura of authority.
Shen Yuyan’s fingers gently brushed the paper. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, but her eyes grew misty.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions.
Even though she’d already seen the announcement on the official account, actually holding the documents in her hands made the excitement hard to contain.
She had participated in the selection as the founder of U-Jie Housekeeping.
From project application, material preparation, and roadshow pitches, to the subsequent site visits and expert evaluations,
Over half a year of effort had finally earned her this hard-won recognition.
It was a validation of everything she had done over the past few years.
It was also the most formal affirmation of her capability.
She had once thought this would be a new beginning.
With this recognition, she could more easily push the company forward and demonstrate greater value to Tang Song.
But now… it didn’t seem to matter that much anymore.
That thought brought an involuntary wave of melancholy.
A pity… it just didn’t seem to matter anymore.
She gently closed the folder, her gaze dimming slightly.
“What’s wrong, Yuyan?” Li Meixia asked with concern.
“It’s nothing.” Shen Yuyan patted her shoulder, tone calm. “Go ahead and apply for the brand promotion and subsidized loan through the normal process. Let me know if anything comes up—I’ll help solve it.”
“Mm, I understand! With this loan, some of the company’s crises will be temporarily eased.”
Li Meixia hesitated, then added, “By the way, Yuyan, what’s your plan going forward?”
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She admired this colleague and partner who had exceptional ability, EQ, and IQ.
She was also curious about where she was headed next, and how the company crisis would be handled.
Shen Yuyan looked out the window, her gaze bright and determined. “To Hong Kong!”
“Huh? Hong Kong?” Li Meixia was taken aback. “You’re going there to work?”
Shen Yuyan smiled and picked up her handbag from the desk.
She pulled out a sleek silver business card and handed it over.
Li Meixia took it, eyes widening.
【Special Assistant to the Chairman of Rongliu Capital】
“Rongliu Capital?” she murmured, her voice tinged with confusion and astonishment.
Shen Yuyan chuckled softly and leaned against the desk, speaking in a low voice.
When she heard terms like “Central Financial Street” and “two billion USD,”
Li Meixia was completely stunned—her expression growing increasingly surprised, complex, and overwhelmed.
They had gone through countless rounds of fundraising.
Deep down, they had a subconscious reverence and fear of capital.
And now, Shen Yuyan had become the special assistant to the chairman of an international investment firm.
From what she described, this company had serious backing—Kate Trust and Smile Holdings were behind it.
That was insanely impressive.
She finally understood why Shen Yuyan had chosen to leave the company at this point.
“So…” Shen Yuyan looked at her confidently. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what’s going on with U-Jie. Just follow my plan.”
The first task Tang Song had given her was already successfully completed.
Next, come Monday, she planned to use the work report as an opportunity to propose an idea she’d been brewing for a while:
Visiting the Hong Kong headquarters—to observe, learn, and familiarize herself with the executive team.
After all, Tang Song was still primarily based in Yancheng.
As the newly appointed assistant, a visit to the Hong Kong HQ was totally reasonable—from a professional and networking standpoint.
What’s more, during the recent “Investor Night” event, she’d met three executives from the Hong Kong HQ.
Thanks to the privileges Tang Song granted her, plus her own eloquence and social skills, she quickly built rapport and established initial trust with them.
Among them, the closest connection was with Vivian Zhang Weiran, Director of Brand and PR.
Vivian also seemed interested in building a relationship.
Over the past few days, they’d been chatting frequently in private—topics ranging from industry trends and workwear styling to personal travel plans. The conversation flowed easily.
Shen Yuyan knew very well—if she wanted these relationships to be long-term and solid, she had to take the initiative and keep investing.
From what she’d gathered, Lin Muxue had never even been to the Hong Kong headquarters—not once.
She hadn’t even built a connection with someone as pivotal as Vivian Zhang.
That was exactly where her opportunity lay.
She understood that Tang Song was the real core of the company, and pleasing him was the top priority.
But she also knew that her current role was still on the margins—she couldn’t rely solely on emotional presence.
She exhaled slowly.
Through the glass curtain wall, Shen Yuyan looked out at the distant city skyline, her eyes full of complex thoughts.
Of course, the main reason was—emotionally—she felt she couldn’t compete with Lin Muxue.
Honestly, she’d just joined the game too late.
If only she’d been more decisive back then, things might have looked very different now.
…
Around noon.
At Lan Feng International Hotel, inside the Lanque Western Restaurant, the atmosphere was quiet and elegant.
Lin Muxue sat in a semi-private corner booth, with a glass of chilled sparkling water in front of her.
She was dressed in a sharply tailored Chanel business suit, paired with silver high heels—elegant yet efficient, exuding a calm and refined aura.
A sharply dressed waiter stepped up briskly and bowed, speaking in a low voice, “Ms. Lin, the guest you invited has arrived!”
At his words, Lin Muxue immediately stood and slowly walked out from the booth, her gaze turning toward the entrance.
Before long, a familiar figure came into view.
She wore a MaxMara gray suit, impeccably tailored, holding a leather clutch in her hand.
Her every movement radiated competence, elegance, and mature charm.
“President Mo, long time no see.” Lin Muxue stepped up to greet her, extending a hand.
“Indeed, it’s been a while, Xiaoxue,” Mo Xiangwan replied warmly, with a soft smile.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two sat across from each other at the table.
Lin Muxue handed over the menu and gently introduced the restaurant’s signature dishes, her tone mild and unhurried.
Mo Xiangwan smiled as she casually ordered a few items, her eyes soon landing on Lin Muxue across from her.
This was their third meeting, and compared to the first two, Lin Muxue’s transformation was remarkable.
The first time, at the signing event for Juqing Huijin, she had appeared as Zhao Yaqian’s “witness”—just a background character bluffing her way in.
The second time, in Modu, she had delivered a pair of glasses to Su Yu on behalf of Tang Song, which was when Mo Xiangwan first began to take her seriously.
Now, appearing as Tang Song’s personal assistant, her appearance, posture, and aura were completely different.
Tang Song’s personal assistant—this was no ordinary title.
Some of the duties used to be handled by Jin Meixiao.
In the future, it might even involve Tangjin Estate and the Tangjin Family Office.
That was exactly why Mo Xiangwan had asked to meet her.
The two chatted about personal matters and work.
As one refined dish after another was served, Lin Muxue gradually relaxed.
She dabbed her lips gracefully with a napkin and smoothly steered the conversation toward the topic she cared about most.
“President Mo, I heard from Kylie that you bumped into each other in Hangcheng?” Her tone was light, with a hint of amusement. “What a coincidence.”
She had been focused on completing the task Tang Song assigned her, and Mo Xiangwan was clearly a shortcut to accomplishing that goal.
With a top-tier entertainment CEO as a guide, many things could become much simpler.
“It really was quite the coincidence.”
“President Mo, are you in Yancheng for business this time? If there’s anything you need help with, just let me know.”
At that, Mo Xiangwan’s lips curved slightly. “I’m here in Yancheng to handle some matters for Tangzong Entertainment, but I also wanted to talk to you about something.”
Lin Muxue’s heart skipped. She quickly said, “Please go ahead.”
Mo Xiangwan paused, then slowly said, “LVMH Group will be hosting a social event in Hong Kong soon, inviting globally influential brand reps, celebrities, artists, and other elite figures.”
At the mention of “LVMH Group,” Lin Muxue’s heartbeat instantly sped up.
LVMH? That was the world’s largest luxury group!
As a graduate student specializing in luxury brand studies, how could she not know?
They covered five major sectors of the fashion industry. With powerhouse brands like Louis Vuitton, Fendi, Celine, Bulgari, Tiffany under their belt. Ranked 47th on Forbes Global 2000, with a valuation of over $500 billion.
An event like this held in Hong Kong would be nothing short of a grand affair for the high society circle.
Most importantly, it just so happened to align with her field of greatest interest!
D*mn, President Mo really knows what she’s doing!
“President Mo, you mean…?” Lin Muxue tried to suppress her excitement, her voice trembling slightly.
Mo Xiangwan smiled, opened her purse, and took out a beautifully designed invitation, gently sliding it across the table.
Lin Muxue immediately reached out to take it. The moment her fingertips touched the card, her heartbeat raced a few beats faster.
【LVMH APAC Elite Circle】
This was a high-end, private social circle launched by LVMH’s Asia-Pacific headquarters in partnership with the French Chamber of Commerce in Hong Kong—an invitation of unmatched prestige.
The event would gather A-list celebrities, luxury brand executives, socialites of the fashion world…
Lin Muxue took a deep breath, doing her best to calm the joy bubbling inside her, but her legs were already subtly rubbing together—the excitement seeping out from her bones.
If she could attend that gathering, she wouldn’t just be a “socialite”—she’d have truly stepped onto the international stage!
Just imagining herself there, snapping a few casual photos to post on Moments, Xiaohongshu, or Douyin—
Boom. Instant clout.
So satisfying!
“This is an official invitation.” Mo Xiangwan smiled brightly. “If you’re willing, I can arrange for you to attend alongside a few artists from Tangzong Entertainment. I’ll also introduce you to the president of LVMH Asia, and recommend you for their brand advisory panel.”
The moment she heard that, Lin Muxue froze.
LVMH’s brand advisory panel?!
That was one of the top circles where fashion and capital intersected—comprising influential figures from luxury, art, film, and finance.
For someone like her, a former “fake heiress,” this meant becoming part of the once unreachable world.
It would also serve as a kind of global “passport” for elite social gatherings.
Looking at Mo Xiangwan across the table, a strong impulse surged in Lin Muxue’s heart.
She almost wanted to jump over and kiss her!
“Thank you, President Mo.” Her voice trembled with uncontrollable excitement.
Mo Xiangwan raised her teacup, her tone gentle yet firm: “No need to be so polite, Xiaoxue. We’re very close friends, aren’t we?”
“You’re absolutely right, President Mo!”
Mo Xiangwan gave a subtle smile, her gaze meaningful. “If you don’t mind, just call me Sister Xiangwan.”
“Alright. Thank you, Sister Xiangwan.” Lin Muxue raised her teacup, her movements elegant and respectful.
“Ding~”
The clink of their glasses was clear and pleasant.
The two locked eyes, their smiles gentle, but each hiding their own thoughts.
Mo Xiangwan lowered her gaze and took a small sip of red tea, lips curving.
First target—accomplished.
Next up, the “Special Advisory Seat” in the Tangjin Family Office.
Wen Ruan, do you want to compete for it?