novelraw Chapter 581: Tianchi Building King, Private Jet
Chapter 581: Tianchi Building King, Private Jet
10:00 a.m.
A black Rolls-Royce drove onto the main road halfway up the mountain.
Tang Song leaned against the right side of the back seat, his fingertips lightly tapping the car window.
Watching the view outside steadily rise, his eyes sparkled with eager anticipation.
Lin Muxue turned her head to look at him, curiosity in her tone: “President Tang, where are we headed now?”
“You’ll know soon enough.” Tang Song smiled, casually resting his left hand on her thigh.
Through the thin fabric of his trousers, he felt the incredible elasticity and warmth, using it to soothe his inner excitement.
Lin Muxue bit her lower lip lightly, her legs starting to go weak again.
Last night, in that 42nd-floor executive suite overlooking Victoria Harbour, she had been truly “fed to fullness.”
So much so that she barely got up until nine o’clock this morning. She was increasingly aware that Tang Song was growing stronger by the day, both in body and aura.
If the beautician didn’t cooperate in the future, she feared she wouldn’t be able to keep up.
Especially last night.
After drinking a large amount of alcohol, wearing a haute couture gown, and feeling slightly dazed, she had completely lost control.
An exhilarated Tang Song even took her to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror to admire the iconic scene of map drawing with her,
and she had been so overwhelmed that she babbled nonsense.
That scene was something she dared not recall;
it was utterly embarrassing.
If that stinky bitch Shen Yuyan ever found out, she would never be able to hold her head high again.
Lost in thought, the car gradually slowed down.
Lin Muxue glanced ahead through the window, subconsciously blurting out: “Is this... 21 Borrett Road?”
In front of them stood three low-density top-tier residential towers, staggered elegantly among lush mountains.
Under the brilliant morning sun, they looked especially magnificent and tranquil.
As a top-tier “luxury goods graduate,” Lin Muxue naturally knew this famously prestigious “Borrett Road Series” residential complex in the luxury housing circle.
She had seen this project multiple times on Douyin and Xiaohongshu and even fantasized about it.
Though the community actually consisted of three buildings, the numbering followed Hong Kong’s luxury property style of “skipping numbers,” identified as [Building 1 and 2], [Building 3 and 5], and [Building 6 and 7].
Each building had its own exclusive elevator lobby and traffic zoning.
It once set the record for Asia’s highest per-square-meter price for a layered luxury residence, close to 1.5 million RMB per square meter.
Rumor had it that even the most basic “small unit” inside was worth well over 100 million RMB.
She glanced subconsciously at the calm and collected Tang Song beside her and her heart suddenly skipped a beat as if realizing something.
The Rolls-Royce slowly stopped outside the main entrance of the community.
A property staff member wearing a dark gray, crisp uniform immediately stepped out briskly, bowing slightly as he respectfully approached the car window.
Tang Song withdrew his hand from Lin Muxue’s warm thigh.
The window slowly rolled down.
“Good morning, sir. May I ask your name and purpose of visit?”
Tang Song answered fluently in English: “I am the owner of Building 1, Tang Song.”
Lin Muxue’s eyes flickered, her throat instinctively swallowing hard.
Of course!
How could a top-tier tycoon like Tang Song not own property in Hong Kong?
Looking at the legendary 21 Borrett Road ahead, her heartbeat uncontrollably accelerated, and her emotions soared.
For her, something imbued with ultimate luxury attributes was simply irresistible.
Upon hearing Tang Song’s answer, the staff’s face immediately showed professional caution. “Please wait a moment. I need to confirm with your exclusive butler.”
He raised his internal communicator and whispered a few words. His expression instantly became lively.
His voice was respectful and enthusiastic: “Mr. Tang, welcome home!”
The barrier slowly lifted, and the car drove into the community.
Following the clean and wide road, it stopped in front of the private underground elevator lobby of Building 1.
A butler in a British-style suit had been waiting for some time, smiling as he personally opened the car door for Tang Song.
“Good morning, Mr. Tang. Welcome home.”
Tang Song nodded lightly and got out of the car calmly.
Lin Muxue quickly tidied her clothes and followed closely behind.
They entered the independent and luxurious owner’s lobby on the ground floor, where one of the exclusive elevators had silently descended to the G floor, and the elevator doors slid open automatically on both sides.
Guided by the butler, the two stepped into the high-end private elevator.
The elevator ascended quickly and smoothly, and Lin Muxue’s heartbeat mysteriously quickened along with it.
With a gentle “ding,” the elevator stopped slowly at the top floor, the 23rd floor.
What came into view was the private foyer exclusive to this unit.
The floor was covered with warm marble, the walls decorated with premium solid wood paneling and concealed storage cabinets.
The butler politely bowed goodbye at the elevator entrance.
The two stepped out and arrived at the heavy entrance door.
Tang Song reached out and grasped the door handle. Accompanied by a barely audible mechanical sound, the door unlocked.
He pushed open the door and entered.
What greeted them was a full wall of transparent floor-to-ceiling glass, offering an endless view of Victoria Harbour’s magnificent skyline.
The iconic skyscrapers of Central, such as the IFC and HSBC headquarters, were all within sight.
“Come in.” Tang Song gently patted Lin Muxue’s waist and took the lead inside.
The sensor lights softly illuminated as they entered.
Lin Muxue quickly followed, her gaze burning as she scrutinized the surroundings.
The décor appeared simple but was exquisitely crafted down to every detail.
French wooden wall panels, fully concealed air conditioning vents, and staggered top-tier custom furniture...
Lin Muxue followed behind Tang Song, beginning to explore the room.
Her eyes quickly scanned through each top brand she recognized or didn’t recognize, her excitement beyond words.
Italian B&
B sofas, German Gaggenau six-piece kitchen appliances, American KOHLER platinum series intelligent thermostatic sanitary ware, German Bulthaup custom cabinets...
Even the most inconspicuous faucet in the bathroom was a limited-edition collaboration between Dornbracht and GLASSDESIGN.
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Truly worthy of being a top-tier mansion!
Just as her emotions surged, a spiral staircase leading upstairs caught her eye.
“Let’s go see upstairs.” Tang Song eagerly waved her over.
Opening the door to the rooftop revealed a gorgeous and exquisite private terrace.
Besides a custom swimming pool, there was a spacious lounge area and a sky garden.
Judging by the size, the entire rooftop was roughly 200 square meters.
Lin Muxue’s legs unconsciously tightened slightly.
To think that in this land where every inch is gold in Hong Kong, a top-floor mansion with a private rooftop pool... it was simply extraordinary.
Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat as a sensational news story from two years ago flashed in her mind.
At that time, she had already started working as a print model, taking jobs everywhere with Xu Ning, and had joined some so-called “socialite” group chats.
She had begun to touch that dazzling and strange circle.
Just after the 2021 Spring Festival, a major news story exploded within their circle.
Hong Kong’s new building king was born! The top-floor “Tianchi Building King” of Building 1 at 21 Borrett Road changed hands at a staggering 460 million HKD, breaking the Mount Nicholson record and becoming the most expensive layered luxury mansion in Asia!
Back then, their group chat was buzzing with envy, jealousy, and fantasy...
She had naturally had all kinds of hopes too.
But no matter how much she fantasized, she never imagined that the mysterious buyer who splurged on this building king would turn out to be her future man!
An unreal sense of “destiny” surged in her heart.
Looking at the handsome and upright Tang Song in front of her, recalling the scenes downstairs,
Lin Muxue instantly felt dirty and overwhelmed by emotion.
She felt unstoppable again.
Tang Song stood on the rooftop, the wind tousling his hair and clothes.
His gaze jumped and settled among the city landmarks, finally resting on the towering IFC spire in the distance.
An indescribable openness, certainty, and boldness surged in his chest.
In fact, in recent days, his inner world was far more turbulent than it appeared on the surface.
The reason for visiting Bai Yueguang in Shenzhen was to release the suppressed emotions inside.
After turning 80 in charm, his assets, connections, and power had entered an unprecedented explosive phase.
The Tangjin Family Office, Silent Crown, the arrival of the multi-billion-dollar mother fund, the focus of global capital, and the top-tier mid-mountain mansion...
An invisible giant web of supreme power and vast capital was being woven thread by thread under his feet.
Everything in the game was becoming increasingly real.
As a man, his ambition was also awakened like never before.
The image of Secretary Jin flashed before his eyes, and his heartbeat quickened.
The Secretary Jin who carried his emotions in the Tianban game was also his deepest desire and most authentic fantasy.
He was eager to see her, possess her, and even conquer her.
After a while, Tang Song turned around and said, “Let’s go, Xiaoxue. There are some things I need to arrange for you.”
“All right, okay!”
Lin Muxue snapped out of her daze, quickly gathering herself and following closely.
The two went downstairs one after the other.
Tang Song did not stop in the living room but walked straight into the master bedroom’s wide and luxurious walk-in closet.
The fully customized cabinets had pneumatic drawers, temperature-controlled storage, and independent jewelry drawers, all complete.
However, it was empty, clearly showing that “Tang Song” had not lived here for quite some time.
He stopped at a corner of the closet and gently lifted a leather panel, revealing a built-in fingerprint and password safe.
Lin Muxue instinctively looked away, lowering her head to look at her toes.
Tang Song reached out and grasped the safe’s handle.
He placed his finger on the recognition area.
“Beep—”
With a light sound, the heavy safe door automatically popped open outward.
Inside lay a stack of documents: real estate contracts, full house blueprints, construction material data, purchase tax receipts, and security system contracts...
All information about this mansion was here.
After carefully checking, Tang Song stood up and said, “Xiaoxue.”
“Here.” Lin Muxue quickly straightened up and looked at him with watery eyes.
Tang Song looked at her. “I told you before, I would gradually let you manage some of my non-core assets. Your recent performance has been very good.”
“Thank you for your compliment.” Lin Muxue’s heartbeat unconsciously accelerated.
Tang Song then handed her a key card and access pass. “From today, you are in charge of maintaining this house. I will probably come to Hong Kong on business trips often and will stay here directly.”
Lin Muxue was stunned for a moment, her face flushed red. “Okay, I won’t let you down.”
The root of her fear and rejection of Shen Yuyan was ultimately the fear of being replaced.
Tang Song’s move was undoubtedly a strong confidence booster for her.
Though she was not the lady of the house, she was his closest confidante.
His personal assistant!
Their eyes met.
Tang Song patted her firm buttocks. “Xiaoxue, get ready. We’re going to shoot a video here.”
“A video?” Lin Muxue’s face instantly blushed deeply, stammering, “H-here?”
“Yeah, we’ll shoot a segment here first, then go to other places.”
Lin Muxue hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, and began undoing her jacket buttons.
A large patch of snow-white skin was revealed, lighting up the walk-in closet by a degree.
Seeing this, Tang Song twitched at the corner of his eye, and with a “smack,” patted her butt, “I mean a proper video, to post on Douyin.”
“Ah!” Lin Muxue gasped softly and quickly buttoned up, “Sorry, sorry.”
“Let’s go.” Tang Song grabbed her wrist and led her to the living room to start working.
He planned to create a “Male God’s Hong Kong Vlog series.”
No face, no talking—just a high-end, mysterious style and atmosphere.
Four Seasons Hotel, mid-mountain mansion, IFC financial center, Michelin restaurant...
And with the million-follower influencer Luna Xiaoxue as a “plot character” interspersed to link these highlights together.
Soon, the camera angles were adjusted, and the indoor lighting set to optimal conditions.
The video began recording.
The camera first slowly swept over the outside scenery, then smoothly settled on Lin Muxue.
Dressed in a high-end professional outfit, she stood elegantly by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, makeup exquisite, expression cold and composed.
That top-tier white rich beauty mixed with a financial female executive’s aura was perfectly controlled by her.
One had to admit, Xiaoxue was really good at showing off...
...
At noon, the two arrived at Otto e Mezzo Bombana, hailed as the “Best Italian Restaurant in Asia.”
This was also one of Hong Kong’s few legendary establishments that had maintained three Michelin stars for years.
Using a co-branded credit black card, Lin Muxue smoothly reserved the restaurant’s most prestigious “Chef’s Table” and a seasonal limited feast themed on top-quality white truffles.
After filming several segments, Tang Song immersed himself in the joy of fine dining.
1:50 p.m.
The two had just stepped out of the restaurant’s main door.
“Ring ring—” the phone rang.
[From Luo Bin]
Tang Song casually answered, whispering, “Hello, Luo Bin.”
“Okay.”
“See you later, bye.”
The brief call ended.
Tang Song looked up and saw Lin Muxue’s inquisitive gaze.
He smiled mysteriously. “Let’s go, Xiaoxue. I have a very important task to assign to you next.”
Lin Muxue nodded slightly, her curiosity growing.
They left the Lishan Building.
The Rolls-Royce started again.
The car left the bustling Central district, passed through the West Kowloon underwater tunnel, crossed the grand Tsing Ma Bridge, and drove straight into the outlying island area away from the city.
Finally, it smoothly entered the Hong Kong Aviation Commercial Transport Center (HACTC).
Looking around at the unfamiliar area and the massive Hong Kong International Airport not far away, Lin Muxue’s eyes flashed with deep confusion.
Could the “very important matter” President Tang mentioned be related to flights and airplanes?
The car slowly stopped at a low-key office building’s drop-off zone.
Several staff dressed in executive uniforms were already waiting there.
Upon seeing Tang Song’s car arrive, they immediately hurried forward and respectfully opened the door.
Passing through a tightly secured exclusive corridor, they entered a private and luxurious reception hall.
Inside, several people stood, all dressed in suits and exuding exceptional aura.
The leader was very familiar to Lin Muxue—Luo Bin, a member of the Gathering Capital Committee and a lawyer.
“President Tang.” Luo Bin quickly came forward and warmly shook Tang Song’s hand.
After a brief exchange, Luo Bin began introducing the others beside him.
“Hello, Mr. Tang, I’m Lai Yating, Branch Manager of Kate Bank Hong Kong.”
“Hello, Mr. Tang, I’m Chen Yingshan, representative of the Hong Kong Aviation Commercial Transport Center.”
“I’m Noah, Client Relations Director of VistaJet. It’s an honor to serve you.”
Hearing the keyword “VistaJet,” Lin Muxue’s eyes trembled.
When she was planning her trip to London, she had deliberately researched private jet prices and services and was naturally very familiar with VistaJet, a world-leading private aviation operator.
This company provided the top private jet charter services, with routes covering over 190 countries and regions worldwide.
Could it be... Tang Song was planning to lease a private jet?
As she pondered silently, Luo Bin spoke again. “President Tang, the hangar is ready and waiting for inspection at any time.”
“Let’s go.” Tang Song nodded calmly.
Then, under Chen Yingshan’s personal guidance, the group passed through the reception hall and boarded a dedicated shuttle.
A few minutes later, they stopped in front of the massive Hangar No. 3.
Chen Yingshan halted and turned aside, gesturing a respectful “Please.”
Tang Song inhaled softly, his eyes shining faintly as he stepped inside.
Lin Muxue followed closely, her heartbeat inexplicably quickening.
As soon as she stepped into the tall, spacious hangar, a gigantic plane with a silver-white body gleaming metallically under the lights came into view.
It stood quietly in the most prominent position in the hangar, its brand-new fuselage spotless, with smooth and powerful lines.
On the tail fin was a silver emblem consisting of a crown and shield, exuding luxury and grandeur.
With a fuselage length of 33.88 meters and a wingspan of 31.7 meters...
Viewing it up close brought a visual impact that no picture or video could compare to.
Lin Muxue’s breath caught instantly, her gaze burning fiercely.
The Bombardier Global 7500!
Known as the “palace in the sky,” this top-tier private jet was a super-large intercontinental business jet she had long heard of.
At that moment, steady footsteps approached.
A middle-aged man in a suit hurried over and extended his hand to Tang Song. “Hello, Mr. Tang. I’m Wang Chen, Bombardier’s on-site service representative (FSR). It’s an honor to serve you and your aircraft.”
“Hello.” Tang Song calmly shook his hand.
Wang Chen gestured toward the plane proudly. “Mr. Tang, this is your Bombardier Global 7500, registered with the Hong Kong Civil Aviation Department. From here on, I will be guiding you.”
As Wang Chen spoke, a buzzing sound exploded in Lin Muxue’s ears, like fireworks detonating in her mind.
Her red lips parted slightly, and her heartbeat skipped a beat.
Tang Song’s... private plane...
She had fantasized before whether Tang Song had his own private jet, but never imagined it would appear so real and stunning before her eyes at this moment!
Looking at this brand-new, never-used Bombardier Global 7500, her whole body trembled slightly from sheer excitement.
A private jet was the ultimate status symbol in the top-tier wealthy circle.
Its terror lay not only in its outrageously high price but also in the astronomical operating, management, maintenance, and crew employment costs afterward.
This was the ultimate toy only the richest of the rich could afford!
“Let’s go, Luna. Let’s take a look inside.” Tang Song’s gentle voice brought her back from her daze.
Lin Muxue immediately regained composure, suppressing the nearly overwhelming excitement inside, and quickly followed.
They ascended the built-in stairs and stepped into the cabin.
The moment she entered felt like stepping into another world.
The cabin floor was covered with soft and elastic custom cashmere carpet.
The entire spacious interior was cleverly divided into several zones.
A reception area, full-sized kitchen, conference area, entertainment lounge, and at the deepest end, a master suite with a private bathroom.
Every detail within sight was exquisite to the extreme, demonstrating ultimate luxury and comfort.
This was the true meaning of ultimate romance in flight.
If she could “practice her swing” with Tang Song high above the clouds, it would definitely be...
Oh my god! She couldn’t imagine how amazing it would be!
Just as Lin Muxue’s mind wandered, Wang Chen and Chen Yingshan approached, each holding a thick stack of documents.
“Mr. Tang, here are the operation manuals and maintenance guides for the cabin...”
“Mr. Tang, all ownership insurance, tax filings, and contracts for the first batch of pilots have been signed according to your requirements...”
Tang Song nodded and turned to Lin Muxue, who was emotionally stirred beside him.
His tone calm: “This is my personal assistant, Luna. From now on, she will be your point of contact.”
“Luna, from today, all flight applications, international itinerary approvals, crew dispatch, and routine maintenance for this aircraft will be fully under your responsibility.”
Hearing Tang Song’s words, Lin Muxue trembled slightly.
Her bladder contracted sharply.