novelraw Chapter 576: The Silhouette of the White Moonlight
Chapter 576: The Silhouette of the White Moonlight
On the viewing terrace, the crowd quietly began to divide.
Some people still gathered around Shen Yuyan, exchanging greetings, handing out business cards, discussing cooperation, all with impeccable manners and a lively atmosphere;
while another group’s attention had already shifted toward President Cheng.
The influence of Tang Yi Precision needed no further explanation.
This giant, spanning global consumer electronics, automotive electronics, chip design, and intelligent manufacturing, had long been an unshakable behemoth in the industry.
And as one of the few female senior executives at Tang Yi Precision, Cheng Siman’s name was already well-known throughout the field.
She had once served as Ouyang Xianyue’s executive secretary and director of the president’s office at Tang Yi, and now she led the consumer electronics business group with real power across multiple key sectors.
“Hello, President Cheng!”
“I’m Derek from RGA Capital, honored to meet you. I’ve heard much about you.”
“I’m Ethan Chen from Credit Suisse Group. We are advancing an automation assembly project and hope for an opportunity…” As a few savvy investors stepped forward to greet Cheng Siman, the atmosphere quickly tilted. The most update n0vels are published on NovєlFіre.net
More people began to turn, either watching from the side or cautiously approaching.
Shen Yuyan stood at the center of the crowd, the smile at her lips faltering slightly before quickly regaining composure.
Of course, she knew who Cheng Siman was. Ouyang Xianyue was her idol, she had studied Tang Yi’s strategic layout many times, and she had seen photos of Cheng Siman in media reports.
Facing such a big shot, her heart was more stirred with excitement and admiration.
She just hadn’t expected the other party to appear alongside Lin Muxue, both showing up together on the 15th-floor viewing terrace of the Huaxia Club, which left her momentarily stunned.
She glanced at Lin Muxue standing beside Cheng Siman, calm and composed, a faint smile at her lips, exuding an indifferent demeanor.
Her breath involuntarily tightened, emotions surged in her mind, yet she quickly restored her dignified elegance.
She gently set down her wine glass and smiled at those nearby, saying, “Excuse me, I’ll step away for a moment to greet a friend.”
Several guests chatting nearby paused slightly, then nodded one after another.
Following her gaze, they saw the calm expression and elegant dress of the young woman next to Cheng Siman.
Shen Yuyan raised her head, straightened her posture, and walked gracefully and steadily toward Lin Muxue.
The crowd instinctively parted to create a narrow path, their eyes gradually gathering with curiosity and suspicion.
“Luna, I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
Shen Yuyan spoke softly, her tone gentle and natural.
Lin Muxue smiled slightly and nodded lightly, “Shirley, good evening. The Huaxia Club is truly lively tonight.”
“If it weren’t lively, how could it match the weight of this news?”
Their eyes met amidst the night and the crowd, their voices calm and gentle, showing an intimacy that seemed warm.
Of course, they both knew.
This “intimacy” was merely a united front they needed to present to onlookers.
Rongliu Capital had officially stepped onto the capital market stage.
Now was their MVP settlement interface.
Shen Yuyan turned her head toward Cheng Siman, her own attention slightly restrained as she suppressed the excitement in her heart and took the initiative to extend her hand:
“Hello, President Cheng, I’m Assistant Director Dong Shen Yuyan from Rongliu Capital. I’ve long admired you and am very honored to meet you here.”
Cheng Siman originally just nodded politely, but upon hearing her self-introduction, her eyes noticeably shifted.
The professional smile on her face faded somewhat, replaced by a much more sincere expression.
“Hello, Assistant Shen. I’m Cheng Siman from Tang Yi Precision.”
Shen Yuyan was momentarily stunned, then her heart trembled as she quickly reached out to shake hands.
A perfect blend of surprise and respect appeared on her face. “President Cheng, you have always been a senior I greatly admire. When researching AI device end projects before, I studied Tang Yi’s layout in smart modules. I even saved the PPT from that industry summit speech… and I’ve nearly studied all of Ms. Ouyang’s interviews repeatedly.”
Hearing this, Cheng Siman’s smile deepened, “Thank you for your attention. We should have a chance to discuss in depth.”
“That would be an honor.” Shen Yuyan’s eyes sparkled, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks involuntarily.
She never expected Cheng Siman to be so “courteous” to her, not only introducing herself but also leaving room for further communication.
For a moment, her mood surged, and her gaze toward Lin Muxue softened slightly without her control.
Tonight was destined to be an extremely important night for her.
Behind Rongliu Capital was a billion-dollar mother fund, with two major financial groups involved, already enough to attract attention.
At this moment, Cheng Siman’s presence added a bold and colorful stroke to the whole scene.
Noticing several financial professionals who had just exchanged business cards repeatedly glancing over here,
Shen Yuyan suddenly linked arms with Lin Muxue, her expression intimate as she smiled and introduced, “This is Luna, our general assistant at Rongliu Capital.”
No sooner had she spoken than the expressions around her instantly brightened.
The Tangjin Family Office was originally spearheaded by Ouyang Xianyue of Tang Yi Precision and Jin Meixiao of Smile Holdings.
They had just released explosive news, and now two core managers from Rongliu Capital were gathered with Cheng Siman from Tang Yi Precision.
Naturally, this sparked speculation.
The crowd began to slowly gather.
Lin Muxue took a gentle breath, as if she had eaten a ginseng fruit, accepting one business card after another with occasional nods in response.
Her posture was perfectly controlled.
She loved this kind of occasion, bathed in halos, the center of attention.
The excitement and thrill brought on by Rongliu Capital’s upcoming major cooperation announcement was now slowly unfolding under everyone’s gaze.
Refreshing.
The atmosphere on the terrace grew even livelier, mingling negotiation chatter and the sparkling glow of wine glasses.
“Luna, Shirley, interested in seeing our new energy project layout in the SEA market? I can have the team send a summary.”
“Does Rongliu’s new GP structure consider bringing in external strategic LPs?”
Lin Muxue maintained that gentle, pleasant smile, raised her glass elegantly, lightly clinking, but offered no substantive reply.
Shen Yuyan stood nearby, occasionally inserting a well-timed joke to steer the topic away.
Their coordination was just right, leaving others puzzled.
However, only the two of them knew the reality — they had just learned about this matter themselves and couldn’t explain it.
Fortunately, with Cheng Siman present, no one went too far;
everyone appeared amicable on the surface.
After some polite chatter,
the crowd’s enthusiasm seemed to ease, the warmth gradually relaxing.
Cheng Siman clinked glasses with the others and softly said, “It’s a bit windy outside. Shall we go inside and sit for a while?”
As her voice rose, the surrounding conversations quieted down.
Lin Muxue cast a lingering glance at the Central Hong Kong night view ahead and smiled, “Indeed, the wind has started. Let’s continue drinking in the private room.”
She then turned to Shen Yuyan, “Shirley, would you like to join us?”
Shen Yuyan hesitated slightly, then said to Ji Yingying and Bai Menglin nearby, “My friend and I will go inside and chat for a bit.”
Ji Yingying’s expression was a little awkward, forcing a smile, “You’re busy then.”
In Bai Menglin’s eyes flashed a trace of unease and complexity, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself at that moment.
After a moment’s hesitation, she quietly said, “I’ll wait here. See you later.”
She still had very important words she hadn’t told Shen Yuyan, but the occasion was obviously inappropriate.
Fearing missing this opportunity, she could only wait stubbornly there.
After a few brief farewells, the crisp sound of high heels on the floor and the closing “click” of the glass door slightly cut off the noise.
Discussion resumed on the terrace.
Some even took out phones to make calls.
The four passed through an elegant corridor and entered a low-profile yet well-designed private room deep on the fifteenth floor.
Once seated, waiters quickly brought several glasses of well-aerated red wine, and the atmosphere instantly calmed.
Shen Yuyan sat on a single sofa in the corner, adjusting her posture slightly, then looked at Bei Yuwei beside her, “Hello, Yuwei. I’ve watched your ‘Leisurely Listening to Falling Rain’. It’s really excellent. Plus, my best friend is one of your die-hard fans and often cosplays your ancient costume looks at home.”
Bei Yuwei was momentarily stunned, then broke into a broad smile, “Really? I’m truly honored.”
Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Yuyan raised her phone, “May I take a photo? She’ll definitely be jealous when she knows I met you tonight.”
“Of course.” Bei Yuwei leaned in, and they took a few close selfies, then smoothly exchanged WeChat contacts.
Only then did Shen Yuyan sip her wine, preparing to relax her mood a little.
She then noticed across the main sofa,
Cheng Siman was leaning slightly toward Lin Muxue, whispering softly, her tone gentle, occasionally clinking glasses, her smile warm and bright.
Compared to the restrained and polite demeanor on the terrace, this warmth and closeness was striking.
Shen Yuyan’s eyes flickered, quickly hiding the complicated emotions in her heart.
This was uncanny!
She didn’t fail to understand Lin Muxue’s “act.” She had seen too many pretentious women, and even she herself had vanity and dreamed of being the center of attention.
But what she didn’t understand was how Lin Muxue could “fake” having so many top-level big shots fawn over her?
Back at the Yancheng fashion exhibition, Zheng Qiudong and Shangguan Qiuyas had treated her with extraordinary courtesy.
She could reasonably explain that with Tang Song present, as his assistant, Lin Muxue naturally received some favor.
After all, Tang Song was indeed impressive.
Anne Kate, the heir of Kate Trust, was one of his behind-the-scenes supporters.
The capital structure of Rongliu Capital and this billion-dollar investment…
all indicated he was truly at the pinnacle of capital.
But this time in Hong Kong, Tang Song was nowhere near the scene.
Yet Lin Muxue could have Cheng Siman personally accompany her for drinks and chats, and Mo Xiangwan busy herself to personally pick her up at the airport.
This completely upended her logic.
She had once deeply investigated Lin Muxue.
Originally from a small county in Shaanxi Province, her household registration still hung under a collective community in Yancheng.
Her records showed only a bachelor's degree, and her resume mostly involved administrative roles in financial companies.
The first truly “visible” position was becoming a committee assistant after entering Gathering Capital.
That was an important leap in her life, obviously backed by Tang Song’s “favor,” no doubt about it.
Her social media was full of flaunting wealth, showing off bags, hotels, and check-ins at high-end places.
A typical “boss’s mistress,” beautiful, emotionally intelligent, skilled at reading people — a high-level trophy wife.
This was understandable and even commonplace.
For example, when Wang Yubo threw her an olive branch, the target role was exactly someone like Lin Muxue.
Providing emotional value, receiving material rewards.
Pampered and with some role at work, but never truly admitted into the inner circle.
It was because of this understanding that she worked so hard to prove herself.
Competing fiercely for the “Yanzhao Youth Entrepreneurship Support Program,” fighting tooth and nail against Youjie Household Services, trying to network and demonstrate her value.
Taking a light breath, Shen Yuyan smiled teasingly, “Luna, how come I never heard you mention you knew President Cheng before? Tonight really surprised me.”
As she spoke, she patted her own chest.
Lin Muxue lightly traced the rim of her glass, a smile at her lips, “Tomorrow, I’m going with President Cheng and Yuwei to attend a closed event hosted by the LVMH Group. We just happened to gather here tonight. The atmosphere is nice, so we thought we’d have a little drink. Hope we didn’t disturb you?”
“Not at all,” Shen Yuyan lifted her glass, her smile still poised, “It’s my honor to meet someone like President Cheng.”
“Then let’s have a drink together.” Lin Muxue raised her glass and smiled playfully at Shen Yuyan.
“Cheers.”
“Ding—ding—ding—”
The glasses clinked crisply, and the private room quieted for a moment.
Cheng Siman put down her glass and looked at Lin Muxue, “By the way, Luna, when will President Tang arrive in Hong Kong?”
“By noon tomorrow.”
“Mm, then take good care of President Tang during the day. I’ll arrange a car to pick you up in the evening.”
Shen Yuyan’s hand tightened, feigning casualness as she interjected, “President Cheng… do you know our President Tang?”
Cheng Siman’s eyes briefly met hers, then she simply smiled and nodded slightly.
Neither avoiding nor explaining further.
Shen Yuyan lowered her head, her eyes trembling violently.
It was indeed Tang Song.
But something was still off.
If Lin Muxue was Tang Song’s official girlfriend or fiancée, everything would be explainable.
But she was just a mistress!
For example, Xu Qing, the old close friend, also a woman connected to Tang Song, had never enjoyed such special treatment.
Even if Lin Muxue added the assistant identity, it still didn’t make sense!
Put in another’s place.
If she had Mo Xiangwan’s status, she might be polite to a big shot’s mistress, but in her heart, she would never truly treat the other party as an equal.
Unless...
Unless Tang Song’s identity was so noble that even his mistress could surpass ordinary elite rules.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her thoughts began to spiral.
Speaking of which, Tang Yi Precision, Tang Entertainment, Tangjin Family Office — all had “Tang” in their names.
Could Tang Song be some mysterious heir of a wealthy family, a hidden dragon king, a legendary mercenary king, or a mastermind behind the scenes?
Were all these his enterprises?
Soon, reason pulled her back.
Shen Yuyan blinked, laughing self-mockingly.
Heh.
Did you think this was Xu Qing’s novel?
Behind Tang Yi Precision stood Ouyang Xianyue and the top power structure she represented.
It wasn’t just a business giant but a key pillar pushing national-level technological independence and industrial upgrading.
As for Tangjin Family Office, it was a capital engine jointly created by Ouyang Xianyue and Jin Meixiao, deeply rooted and unfathomable in power.
If Tang Song really had such vast influence and background, why would he still go to Yancheng to handle Songmei Apparel and short dramas?
Though she still couldn’t understand how Lin Muxue was so cunning.
One thing was certain.
Tang Song’s status far exceeded her expectations and hopes.
The step she courageously took in Modu was the best decision she ever made.
If she had hesitated even a little longer, even delayed by a month.
If she had only “entered the scene” after this big news about Rongliu Capital broke,
her distance from Tang Song would have been even greater, making it harder to approach him.
Thinking this, her heartbeat gradually steadied.
Shen Yuyan raised her phone, opened Tang Song’s chat window, carefully typing a message:
“President Tang, tonight in Hong Kong... feels a little unreal.
Everyone around me is talking about your Rongliu Capital. Standing at the eye of the storm, I suddenly feel a bit dazed.
I never thought I would be so close to a world-class moment.
Thank you for the opportunity. I won’t let you down.”
...
Shencheng.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
Looking at the message from Shen Yuyan, Tang Song smiled and casually replied, “The storm is just beginning. The center is far from here. Keep it up, Assistant Shen.”
“Who are you chatting with? So happy?” Liu Qingning’s voice came from below.
Tang Song put down his phone and looked down at the white moonlight reclining across his thigh.
He reached out and pinched her cute face.
“Colleague from work.”
“A woman?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Pretty?”
“Well, to be honest, quite pretty.”
Liu Qingning raised her furry eyebrows, suddenly flipped over and lightly bit his abdomen.
But because Tang Song’s muscles were well-developed, it didn’t hurt much—more ticklish than painful.
Tang Song quickly grabbed Bai Yueguang’s slender waist, stopping her movement.
Then he leaned close to her ear, whispering just loud enough for them to hear, “If you want to bite, pick another spot.”
Hearing this, Liu Qingning’s face instantly flushed, and she lightly patted his leg, “Get lost.”
Soon, she felt Tang Song’s eight-pack abs harden.
Trying to get up, she was caught in his arms.
Liu Qingning shouted in surprise and began tickling him.
Taking advantage of Tang Song’s distraction, she finally escaped.
She sat up abruptly, eyes wide, mock-angrily waving her fist, “Are you doing this on purpose? You’re so bad!”
“No, I’m not.” Tang Song blinked and smiled, “Mainly because you’re too cute.”
“I’m not playing with you anymore.” Liu Qingning lightly kicked him with her foot.
Then she turned and walked out of the park path.
Tang Song hurriedly stood and followed, smiling as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Liu Qingning struggled twice but soon calmed.
Side by side, they slowly walked along the stone path of Talent Park.
The night breeze came from the sea, carrying a faint salty scent.
The moon hung high, silver and cold, shining over them.
Amidst the towering buildings of Shencheng Bay, lights sparkled in the distance.
As they walked, Liu Qingning suddenly jumped onto Tang Song’s back.
Burying her face beside his neck and shoulder, swinging her legs gently, she whispered, “Ride, ride, ride!”
Tang Song steadily supported her restless legs, his eyes full of doting smiles.
They took the elevator upstairs.
“Home.”
Liu Qingning slowly opened her eyes, looking at the familiar door before reluctantly sliding off his back.
Opening the heavy armored door, the sensor lights in the entrance lit up.
Just as Liu Qingning took off her shoes, she was pressed against the entrance cabinet.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Tang Song said nothing, lowered his head, and kissed her cherry lips, slowly sucking, gentle yet full of possessiveness.
His breath carried a familiar fragrance and warmth.
Liu Qingning’s face blushed bright red again, dopamine flooding her brain.
After a long while,
they slowly parted.
Liu Qingning patted his chest softly, whispering, “We played all day and sweated a lot. I’m going to shower and change.”
With that, she turned and ran to the bedroom.
Tang Song smiled and followed.
“—Click—” The bathroom door locked behind her.
Clearly, Bai Yueguang had no intention of showering with him.
Tang Song returned to the bedroom,
sat on a small sofa by the window, and admired the night view outside for a while.
Suddenly, he realized today was Friday again.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket.
Opened QQ and switched to a secondary account.
Immediately, a new message popped up, sent just two hours ago, very fresh.
Tang Song’s fingers paused, then opened the chat.
[Zhang Yan: “Just finished proofreading today’s last article. Some bad things happened recently, and I can’t help but want to talk to you. Hope I’m not disturbing you.
The company is indeed having some problems. This time, the business trip expense reimbursement has been delayed for a long time.
The boss said we should pay upfront, so Lulu and I had to grit our teeth and stay in the cheapest budget hotel.
At night lying in bed, I always hear intermittent footsteps and whispers next door, like the wind wandering through old buildings.
This business trip wasn’t long but was especially tormenting.
In this unfamiliar city, I keep thinking about Orange. I don’t know if she’s doing well at Lanlan’s place or if she’s being resented for eating too much.
Lulu has quietly started sending out resumes, but responses on Boss Direct Hire are sparse. She says she’s almost at her limit and wants to switch to a more stable industry.
Now the market environment is bad, and copywriting is something anyone can do, so it’s very competitive.
Moreover, AI is very powerful now, especially the large model just released by Qingning Technology. It’s said to imitate eighteen writing styles. (Seems like anything named ‘Qingning’ is pretty impressive.)
Our leader said that soon, they might not need people in our position anymore.
Honestly, I’m very scared.
Last week, I bought a 1985 Lijiang edition of ‘Snow Country’ at a secondhand bookstore.
The front page had a date and location written by the previous owner—1992, Modu.
I don’t know why, but this connection across time fascinates me.
Do you think thirty years later, someone will accidentally find the book I left behind and wonder who this Zhang Yan girl is?”]
This was the longest message Zhang Yan had ever sent.
Tang Song stared at the screen for a long time, an emotion seeming to swell within him.
Between her words, he could read her frustration, ambition, longing, and yearning.
Her image became clearer in his mind.
In fact, after reading so many messages, he had already sketched a vivid picture of his middle school deskmate.
Real and quiet.
Tang Song’s gaze passed through the floor-to-ceiling window, looking north.
After finishing with Hong Kong, he would go to Yangcheng.
Even if he didn’t disturb his middle school deskmate, perhaps he could find a way to help her, hoping she would have a better future.
After zoning out for a moment, Tang Song leaned back on the sofa, casually picking up a nearby book to read.
After some time,
the sound of a hairdryer buzzing came from the bathroom, followed by light footsteps approaching him step by step.
Tang Song looked up, eyes sharp, mouth slightly open.
Liu Qingning had changed into the white dress she wore during their video call that day, soft and close-fitting, outlining her exquisite curves.
Her proud E-cup bosom pushed the fabric high, and beneath the hem, her fair and shapely thighs peeked faintly.
The difference was that today she had twin ponytails, exuding a pure sweetness bordering on cloying.
Her youthful face combined with the innocent hairstyle but paradoxically a slightly provocative dress.
The contrast made Tang Song’s heart race.
“What are you looking at?” Liu Qingning playfully made a silly face and kicked at him barefoot.
Unexpectedly, Tang Song grabbed her ankle.
Her foot was petite, nails painted with clear polish, bones slender, the instep graceful like finely crafted white porcelain.
Warm and soft, carrying the fresh scent of a just-finished shower.
Tang Song gently rubbed it a few times, reluctant to let go.
“Ah, don’t tickle me to death!” Liu Qingning curled up, trying to break free, her laughter shy and coquettish.
She twisted her body, causing her chest to heave dramatically, nearly bursting forth.
Tang Song casually threw the book aside, gently tugging her ankle.
Liu Qingning let out a low cry, suddenly kneeling, her balance lost as she collapsed into his arms.
Feeling Bai Yueguang’s mature body and her familiar face.
Tang Song’s eyes burned hot, his voice low, “You said before you wanted me to see under your skirt. I’m going to Hong Kong tomorrow. Time to keep your promise, right?”
In fact, until now, he had never truly seen her completely naked.
Every time they were intimate, it was either in the dim light of their bed or through thin clothing.
His impulse was nearly uncontrollable.
Liu Qingning pushed him gently with both hands, eyes darting, “I never agreed to that. That day, I was just… asking you a question.”
“But when you said that, your eyes said otherwise.”
Tang Song’s hand tightened slightly.
Liu Qingning gasped softly, legs weak, “I-I didn’t mean that.”
Tang Song looked into her eyes, “Dear girlfriend, let me see, okay?”
The words were as soft as feathers, stirring Bai Yueguang’s heart.
Her thick eyelashes fluttered, cheeks instantly burning as if set aflame, the heat spreading slowly to her ears.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
She bit her lower lip, avoiding his gaze, voice barely a whisper, “Aren’t you afraid… I’ll show too much?”
Tang Song’s eyes lit up.
“Whirr—” The electric curtains slowly closed, the dazzling night view sealed outside the room.
Liu Qingning took two steps forward, gently pressing a switch, and the main lights went out.
Only warm ambient lighting in the corner remained softly glowing.
She stood facing away from him, her slender shoulders slightly raised as if taking a deep breath, gathering some kind of courage.
After a long moment, she finally turned around.
Her eyes shifted but didn’t retreat an inch.
She clasped the lower edge of her dress and slowly, inch by inch, lifted it up.
Her waist curved softly yet tightly, flat abdomen, smooth and delicate skin...
Everything under the dim light traced a breathtaking silhouette.