novelraw Chapter 565: Zheng Qiudong: Little Jing, I’ve Got High Hopes for You!
Chapter 565: Zheng Qiudong: Little Jing, I’ve Got High Hopes for You!
Hearing Tang Song’s words, Shen Yuyan’s full chest rose and fell slightly, her eyelids twitching.
She knew about Lan Feng International High-end Apartments, of course.
Located right next to Lan Feng International Hotel, it was one of the top luxury residences in Yancheng. Not only did it boast a prime location, but its supporting facilities were also top-notch.
It was only a ten-minute drive from the financial center.
No matter how you looked at it, it was way better than Beicheng Garden, where she and Xu Qing were currently renting.
But the problem was—her rival, Lin Muxue, lived there.
If she moved into the same building…
Shen Yuyan’s eyes glimmered. Actually, that might not be a bad thing.
She had always tried to get close to Lin Muxue, but the woman treated her like a threat to her status and lashed out constantly.
If she moved in, not only would it significantly improve her quality of life, but she could also observe this “rival” more closely.What’s more, she had a powerful “accessory” on her side—her bestie, Xu Qing.
If they all moved in together, that kind of upstairs-downstairs synergy would definitely make Tang Song visit more often.
She and Xu Qing were both Tang Song’s alumni—add that “bonding” buff, and they’d definitely be able to outshine Lin Muxue.
Come to think of it, the one who should really be worried was that little Luna Muxue!
As she was still deep in thought, Tang Song spoke again. “Based on your rank, you’d normally apply for a 60-square-meter one-bedroom. But if you and Qingqing are planning to move, I’ll talk to HR and have it upgraded to a 130-square-meter two-bedroom suite.”
Shen Yuyan’s rank was slightly below core executives like Lin Muxue—roughly equivalent to a department director.
But to Tang Song, that kind of thing didn’t really matter.
As he gathered more wings under him, there were more people he needed to appease. Bringing them closer together would make his own life easier.
More importantly, he was quite intrigued by the potential “battlefield” between Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan.
He was really looking forward to seeing sparks fly between the two.
“Wow! That’s amazing, I’m so touched!” Shen Yuyan smiled brightly, her voice full of excitement. “The little two-bedroom we’re living in now is only 80 square meters—it’s really not ideal. I’ll talk it over with Qingqing. If it’s all good, I’ll move in once I’m back from Xiangjiang.”
Tang Song raised his coffee cup and took a small sip, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.
His tone was warm, tinged with a bit of teasing: “Of course.”
“Thank you, Boss!” Shen Yuyan’s eyes curved like crescents, sparkling with emotion.
Then, as if she had made up her mind, she leaned in slightly and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
The soft warmth vanished as soon as it touched.
“No need to thank me.”
Tang Song looked at her, savoring that ambiguous kiss, the corners of his mouth curving up.
He had to admit, he quite enjoyed Assistant Shen’s little moves.
She delivered just the right dose of emotional value.
Their eyes met for a brief moment.
A blush quickly crept up Shen Yuyan’s cheeks. She lowered her gaze, hiding her smile shyly.
With her professional yet softly feminine outfit, she looked both proper and captivating.
“President Tang, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go prepare the itinerary for the business trip. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Mm, go ahead.”
Crisp footsteps echoed.
Shen Yuyan held her folder as she walked off, her curvy waist swaying lightly. The outline of her full hips showed faintly through her slacks—elegant and incredibly feminine.
Tang Song felt a sudden heat rise in his chest.
He was starting to look forward to the Xiangjiang trip a lot more.
Shen Yuyan wasn’t like Muxue the slacker—she craved power, growth, and a stage to truly shine.
Now that Rongliu Capital’s billion-dollar investment was almost locked in…
This could very well be a major turning point in Shen Yuyan’s life.
Unfortunately, without Whispers of Humanity, he couldn’t peek into her inner thoughts.
Tang Song chuckled softly.
He opened the system interface.
Checked his personal stats.
【Player: Tang Song (Charm 81)】
【Role: President of Songmei Apparel】
【Height: 184cm, Weight: 80kg】
【Constitution: 79, Endurance: 80, Agility: 74, Insight: 85】
【Assets:】
Balance: 100 million yuan (Investment Fund: 504.5 million yuan)
His charm had broken through 80, and the average of his four base stats was about 80 as well.
Compared to his starting charm of 24, he was basically a new man now.
Even in a game, he’d be classified as a textbook “Heartthrob.”
Once he fully took over the inherited assets, his charm score would likely go up again.
After mulling over this for a while—
Tang Song opened his phone and checked his social media stats.
Xiaohongshu followers: 50,222; Douyin followers: 390,442.
Growth on Xiaohongshu had been especially strong, largely thanks to the brand impact from 【HEYISTUDIO】. Fan engagement and discussion levels were both high.
As for Douyin, the growth was slower, but he knew why—he barely updated.
He had even planned to shoot a first-person POV video cruising around in the Lamborghini over the weekend, but it got pushed back because of his partner and a surprise visit from Luo Bin.
Just then—
Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz— His phone buzzed.
A message popped up.
【Qianqian: “><) Song-ge, check out my latest practice results~”】
He opened the chat window, and a video appeared.
He tapped play.
The video loaded, the screen gradually lighting up.
The woman on screen—a beautician—was wearing a form-fitting dance outfit. Soft lighting wrapped around her, highlighting her elegant silhouette.
She stood in front of the practice mirror and began to dance to the music.
Her wine-red hair swayed gently as she moved, her motions fluid and full of strength.
Her long, sleek “wineglass legs” crossed and extended gracefully. Every spin, every gesture with her arms exuded a natural, sensual allure.
She was breathtaking.
There was no denying it—her progress was real.
From someone who couldn’t even do basic steps, she now had the aura of a professional dancer.
It wasn’t just thanks to her system-granted talent—her own hard work and perseverance played a big part too.
Watching that familiar yet unfamiliar face on the screen, Tang Song felt his heart stir.
There was a new confidence and charm radiating from her—it was clear she was no longer the shy, clumsy beautician from before.
In the partner mission 【Heartthrob Simulator: The Song of the Canary】, one of the goals was for the beautician to build self-awareness and confidence, clarify her inner desires, and realize her own worth in love and in life.
That was what he had told Qianqian.
And she had taken his words to heart—truly working hard to improve herself.
Even on weekends, she would actively attend social events to boost her confidence.
He had a hunch: this little canary… might really be ready to take flight.
The video came to an end.
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Tang Song tapped open the input box and started chatting intimately with the beautician.
They agreed to have dinner together that evening.
Knock knock knock— A knocking sound came from the door.
Moments later—
The door was gently pushed open, and Lin Muxue walked in with graceful steps.
The curves beneath her business suit were faintly visible—sexy, with a touch of cool, restrained allure.
“President Tang, I heard from Shirley that you wanted to see me?”
Tang Song looked up at her and smiled. “You probably don’t have much scheduled lately, right?”
“Uh… actually, I do have something to talk to you about.” Lin Muxue licked her lips and moved closer, standing by his side.
“Oh? What is it?”
Lin Muxue leaned down slightly, drawing closer to him, her chilly perfume scent lingering faintly in the air.
Having just been stirred up by the beautician’s video, and now with Luna by his side, Tang Song couldn’t help but recall their earlier three-player match.
A wave of heat surged in his chest.
His hand naturally slid onto the curve of her hip.
Lin Muxue bit her lip, a layer of mist clouding her eyes. She quickly pressed her thighs together, knees tight.
“It’s just… that task you assigned me earlier, I’ve been making steady progress on it. A-And, well, President Mo invited me to Xiangjiang this Saturday to attend a networking event hosted by the IVMH Group. I was hoping to take two days off.”
She was genuinely excited about the Xiangjiang trip.
She’d been to Xiangjiang before, sharing a room with others in a five-star hotel for a few days of fun.
But back then, she’d been broke—even ordering a basic dish at a cha chaan teng had made her heart ache. She bought one luxury item and rushed back inland.
Now, with a black card in her hand, she naturally wanted to indulge in the “decadence of capitalism” and make up for those regrets.
Hearing this, Tang Song raised an eyebrow. “Perfect timing. I was actually going to ask you to go to Xiangjiang. In that case, you can leave two days early and head over with Shirley. Get familiar with the company’s headquarters. I’ll be flying over later and will have some things for you to handle.”
Lin Muxue blinked, then her face lit up with an excited smile. “Great! I like Shirley too—would love to get to know her better.”
In the company structure, she was technically Shen Yuyan’s “direct superior.”
Heading to Xiangjiang together this time, she had a hundred ways to make that woman realize who the real boss was.
Just the thought thrilled her.
Plus, she could stroll through IFC (International Finance Center Mall) with her, flaunt her “financial power” in front of Shen Yuyan, and stir that little vixen up a bit.
Absolutely perfect!
Thinking about it sent a wave of heat rushing through her body.
She suddenly leaned close to Tang Song’s ear, her breath warm and seductive. “President Tang, I’ve been learning some new skills from Qianqian lately—would you like me to report them now?”
Clearly, her time working in a foreign company had rubbed off—her speech now mixed English and Chinese naturally.
Tang Song’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his breath hitched slightly. He scooted his chair back a bit. “Alright, Luna. Take your time.”
“Mm-hmm.” Lin Muxue replied softly, her chest subtly rising and falling with each breath.
She lowered her voice and began her “report” in a slow, sultry tone.
Tang Song listened quietly.
He leaned lazily against the chairback, turning slightly as his gaze drifted out through the floor-to-ceiling window.
The entire city stretched out in the sunlight, skyscrapers towering, traffic weaving in and out—
A bustling, orderly painting of modern life.
Half an hour later.
Lin Muxue stepped out of the president’s office and gently closed the door behind her, a satisfied smile on her face.
She was absolutely glowing.
If someone looked closely, they’d notice that the lipstick shade on her lips was slightly different from that morning—
A bit lighter, yet her lips looked even fuller and more alluring.
She glanced downward, smoothing her hair, and her peripheral vision caught the semi-open glass office nearby.
Her lips curled into a meaningful smirk.
She walked over, tapped on the glass divider, and pushed the door open.
“Hello, Shirley. I just finished chatting with President Tang. Feeling parched now—gonna head downstairs for some milk tea. Wanna come?”
She emphasized the words “feeling parched,” as if implying something more.
The sharp-witted Shen Yuyan caught on instantly. “Luna, you really do have a sweet tooth. Too much milk tea will make you gain weight, you know.”
“Heh, you don’t know how good it is until you try.”
Lin Muxue chuckled softly, swaying her hips and stepping away in her stilettos, her gait light and airy.
Shen Yuyan’s eye twitched as she cursed under her breath, “sl**t.”
But her face couldn’t help turning pink.
After a moment, she snapped herself out of it and refocused on her computer.
Just then, in the active “HR Group Chat,” a news alert suddenly flashed across her screen.
【CBN: Deju Renhe plans to acquire SCG Stonebridge Consulting, aiming for the world’s fifth-largest consulting firm】
Shen Yuyan’s heart jolted violently, her breath quickening.
She clicked the link and opened the full article.
【On October 23, 2023, China’s largest HR and strategic consulting group—Deju Renhe (DHR Group)—officially submitted a non-binding bid to SCG Stonebridge Consulting, with substantial negotiations planned to begin early next month.】
She read every word carefully, her eyes growing more intense with each line.
Deju Renhe was going to acquire SCG!
Founded in 2003, this British consulting firm’s clients included HSBC, Standard Chartered, Google, AstraZeneca, and other top Western companies.
And now, this very company was about to be acquired by Deju Renhe.
This wasn’t just a regular financial acquisition—this was an industry-level merger that could shake up the global playing field.
And let’s not forget—behind Deju Renhe stood Tangjin, Jingwu Capital, and Smile Holdings.
China might genuinely be on the verge of creating a consulting empire on par with the “Big Four.”
As a former P&G HR professional, Shen Yuyan understood exactly how valuable this news was.
Zheng Qiudong, Jin Meixiao, Wu Kezhi…
Cross-border M&A, global resource integration—just thinking about organizational restructuring on this scale made her blood race.
If she could be part of it, the glory would be unimaginable.
Unfortunately, Rongliu Capital still wasn’t in that league.
And she was just Tang Song’s assistant.
But one day—she was going to be in the thick of it.
Imperial Capital – Deju Renhe
Chairman’s Office.
The air carried a faint scent of tea, blending with the soft rustle of pages turning.
Wu Kezhi lounged on the sofa, legs crossed, his expression relaxed but sharp. “So… you’ve got more targets in mind?”
“Of course!” Zheng Qiudong looked at him with excitement shining in his eyes. “One SCG isn’t nearly enough! I’m planning to acquire three to four boutique consulting firms focused on vertical industries, plus one American firm specializing in government and public affairs. Only then will we qualify to talk about global strategy.”
Wu Kezhi was silent for a few seconds before slowly shaking his head. “You’re thinking too far ahead. Within the Tangjin system, Deju Renhe is ultimately a support operation. Director Jin won’t let you pull that many resources.” Thɪs chapter is updated by n0velfire.net
It wasn’t criticism—just stating facts.
Though he fully recognized Zheng Qiudong’s abilities and talent, the truth was clear.
In President Tang’s original blueprint, Deju Renhe’s role was very defined.
It was a platform for talent integration, a lubricant for the organization—not the engine itself.
Compared to Jingwu, which handled strategic capital, Tangyi Precision, which held core tech assets, or Qingmi AI, which ran the cutting-edge tech stack—
Deju Renhe was, by nature, one tier below.
Zheng Qiudong wasn’t the least bit surprised by that assessment—he smiled and took a sip of tea.
“I know. That’s exactly why Director Jin rejected me back then. Deju Renhe has stagnated for a year now. We’ve already reached the top in Huaxia. The only direction left is outward—to the world. I have no other choice, and I’ve already made up my mind.”
Wu Kezhi looked at his confident expression and raised an eyebrow. “So, what’s your plan?”
Zheng Qiudong smiled without answering. “Secret.”
Seeing Wu Kezhi about to get up and leave, he quickly reached out and pressed his shoulder down. “Come on, Wu-ge, don’t be mad. Just kidding.”
He sat back down, eyes gleaming. “You know that Xingyun International Group is also stuck at this phase—actually, they’re worse off. But Director Jin is personally pushing their international expansion. Annie’s already handling it. Do you know why?”
“Because of Wen Ruan, obviously.”
“Exactly!” Zheng Qiudong nodded firmly, a sharp glint in his eyes. “If Xingyun International Group can break boundaries with the help of a woman, why can’t Deju Renhe?”
Wu Kezhi shot him a glance and chuckled. “The real question is—do you really think President Tang would take a liking to you? If he ever did fall for someone, the first one to blow up would be Director Jin.”
Zheng Qiudong’s face stiffened, nearly blurting out a curse.
After a long pause, he continued, “Of course, it wouldn’t be me. But I can bring someone in.”
“Who?”
Zheng Qiudong didn’t answer. He walked to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a résumé, laying it in front of Wu Kezhi.
Wu Kezhi glanced down at the profile photo on the cover, eyebrows lifting slightly. “Tian Jing?”
“That’s right.” Zheng Qiudong’s lips curled up slightly, confidence flashing in his gaze. “She studied psychology in college and has been deep in the HR field throughout her career. If we can bring her into Deju Renhe and create a tight alignment, then this game of chess will truly be worth playing.”
This was the best option he’d settled on after careful weighing.
A classic rich second-generation—ambitious, with a clear sense of direction.
In under two years, she’d gone from an ordinary HR at Jinxiu Commerce to the HRBD of Tangyi Precision’s Business Division, earning Director Jin’s respect.
Though he hadn’t met her, her resume, connections, and style of handling things were enough for him to sketch out her persona.
Outwardly obedient, but tough at the core.
This type of woman, once she joins the game table, tends to go far.
In the future, she might very well end up like Wen Ruan—at the core of the Tangjin Family Office.
After hearing all this, Wu Kezhi’s expression shifted slightly as he fell into a brief silence.
Zheng Qiudong leaned back on the sofa, his gaze sharp. “Next month is Tian Jing’s birthday. From what I’ve heard, that party is going to be a major event.”
He paused, his tone light but loaded. “Director Jin, of course, doesn’t even need to be mentioned. Annie and Shangguan will both attend in person.
Madam Ouyang, despite her busy schedule, had her assistant prepare a substantial gift in advance, which she entrusted Luo Bin to deliver.
Mo Xiangwan won’t just attend—she’s having her Echo girl group clear their schedule to perform a surprise flash show at the party. Tian Jing will get all the glory.
I’m planning to round up some friends and drop by for the fun—get a formal introduction to my future partner.”
As he finished, he looked at Wu Kezhi with a smile that held both probing and inviting undertones.
“Wu-ge, you want to come along? This might be the most star-studded gathering we’ve had in the last couple of years. It’ll be a real party—and who knows, maybe we’ll hear some juicy inside stories.”
Though Wu Kezhi didn’t have as much fame as Zheng Qiudong, as the founding partner and CEO of Jingwu Capital, his true identity and standing were far higher.
More importantly, he was Tang Song’s trusted confidant and subordinate.
He didn’t take sides or form cliques—he acted solely based on Tang Song’s will.
Because of that, he’d been placed at the helm of Jingwu Capital—a pivotal role handling capital coordination and also acting as a check and balance force.
If he showed up at the party, it would be tantamount to a mini “Family Office Summit,” where decisions could be made on the spot.
Such as… Deju Renhe’s expansion plans.
Wu Kezhi glanced at him with deep thought. “This isn’t urgent. I’ll have to think it over. For now, let’s get back to discussing the SCG acquisition plan.”
“OK!” Zheng Qiudong smiled and didn’t press further.
Tangyi Precision – Yancheng Branch
Sunlight poured through the glass curtain wall, casting a sweet yet capable figure in silhouette.
“Ah-choo—Ah-choo—”
Two sneezes broke the silence.
Little Jing rubbed her pretty nose and pouted. “Who’s talking bad about me behind my back…”
Then she turned her attention back to the computer screen.
A PDF was open, detailing the situation of Hueneng Electronics.
She had secretly downloaded the file from her dad You Chengye’s email.
In the past, she couldn’t be bothered with this stuff—she only knew that her dad had invested a lot into the new energy track, hoping to strike it big while he was still young and vigorous.
The goal was to elevate the family’s assets from A10 (1 billion) to A11 (10 billion).
And, on the side, achieve some personal fulfillment.
Sounded inspiring, but reality was harsh.
Venturing rashly into an unfamiliar industry carried massive risks.
Now their assets were locked up and devoured, and the family wealth had shrunk by half.
If things kept going this way, she might end up living off rent from the nine luxury homes they owned across the country.
ε=('0^*)) Sigh
Even a “slacker daughter” like her had been forced to start worrying about the family business.
And her dad really wasn’t making her life any easier.
Even now, he was trying to introduce her to some so-called young talents and tech elites, even planning to set up a matchmaking event during her birthday party.
Still, she could understand—Old Tian had really been hit hard and was starting to think about backup plans.
To be fair, he did have her best interests at heart.
Like that Lin Jingming—founder of SpeedRush Dynamics with a valuation of $500 million. Definitely impressive.
Old Tian wanted to use her birthday as a chance for her to make connections and maybe even get closer to these guys.
But—no way she was doing anything that would betray Lord Tang Song.
On the day of the party, she’d bring her real boyfriend front and center and show off their love like crazy.
She’d even invite Sister Shangguan Qiuyas to anchor the scene with her powerful presence.
By then? Lin Jingming? He’d be one head lower just from seeing them.
Oh right—she could call Qingqing over too!
Seemed like she’d thought of something amusing, and Little Jing couldn’t help but giggle, “Hehe~”
Just then—
Dingdong— A WeChat notification popped up.
【Lu Ziyue: “Xiao Jing, I’ve confirmed it—President Tian really is pursuing Director Qin. And it’s pretty high-key.”】
Seeing that message—
Little Jing’s eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam flickering in them.
Her dad wasn’t even officially in trouble yet, and her cousin was already jumping the gun.
Pursuing Qin Hua? It was clearly all about her newly appointed board-member father, Qin Dechang.
The moment Old You stepped down, her cousin was planning to use the Qin family’s influence to sweep the Tian family’s resources at Zhongcheng Group into his own hands.
The key thing was—Qin Hua had kept it from her.
That… was very interesting.
Little Jing tapped the desk lightly, a cold smirk slowly rising on her lips.