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Chapter 623: Jingyi Asset Management
Chapter 623: Jingyi Asset ManagementIn the banquet hall, soft jazz music continued to flow gently.
On one side of the main stage, the "Gift Blind Box" segment had long been prepared.
One by one, the blind boxes were stacked in a specially arranged area, waiting to be opened.
Xu Qing stood there, staring with her big, dark eyes toward the bar area.
What’s going on?
She had only gone to secretly help Xiao Jing by discreetly placing the gifts Tang Song prepared into the "mandatory selection area."
But when she returned, the atmosphere felt like a completely different script had taken over.
Some guests who originally hadn’t noticed the commotion here also felt the eerie silence, stopping their actions and quickly walking over.
The noise gradually quieted down.
The frozen atmosphere spread like an invisible layer of ice, starting from the corner near the bar and slowly creeping throughout the entire venue. Conrad Mellon, who always carried the aura of a Wall Street elite—elegant yet arrogant—now looked pale, sweat mixed with hair wax trickling down his stiff cheeks.
His hand holding the wine glass trembled uncontrollably.
Next to him, Meng Chuan completely lost his composure, staring dumbfounded in the direction of Tang Song and the others, as if witnessing something utterly unbelievable.
Further out, including Qin Hua, Tian Chengye, Ni Qingli, Lin Jingming, and others, whether masked or unmasked, all seemed paralyzed, frozen in place as if under a spell.
Their gazes, drawn by an unseen force, flickered back and forth between the blonde beauty and the ever-calm Tang Song, filled with awe, curiosity, and fear.
Anne slowly stopped in front of Tang Song.
Because she deliberately wore high heels, she should have been looking straight ahead physically.
But at this moment, she clearly felt a sense of being looked down upon—a gaze from the top of the power hierarchy enveloping her from head to toe.
That familiar, uncontrollable "loss of control" sensation that had appeared countless times beside Tang Song once again rose deep in her heart.
She clenched her teeth, a complex light flashing in her ice-blue eyes.
That detestable man! He actually didn’t come over to appease her! Not even once!
God knows, Anne Kate was the most sought-after Alpha Queen in Manhattan, London, and any top social scene!
Compared to the local white-rich-beautiful Tian Jing, she felt that she deserved this "honor" much more.
Her pride as an Alpha, unwilling to completely bow down, made her meet his gaze for two seconds.
But it was only two seconds before she looked away.
Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Anne suddenly stepped forward and gave Tang Song a warm, forceful hug.
Her voice carried a slightly affected coquettish tone: "Alright, darling, I’m here now. Any instructions?"
Tang Song did not praise or comfort her but looked at her calmly and said faintly, "Sit down."
Xiao Jing’s friends in the banquet hall exchanged glances.
Remember, this was Tian Jing’s birthday party.
A hug at the scene? Along with terms like "darling"?
If it were someone else, they would have been ridiculed long ago, but this woman’s mysterious identity, overwhelming aura, and foreign status made everyone suppress their doubts and force themselves to interpret it as "just a different way foreigners express affection." ꭆäŊőВÊs̈
More importantly, no one dared voice objections.
Even Tian Chengye didn’t pay attention to the "Tang Song being hugged by another woman" matter.
His gaze shifted among Tang Song, Zheng Qiudong, Wu Kezhi, Anne, and others, his expression constantly changing.
Zheng Qiudong was obviously known as a top "influencer" in business IP operations.
The others were clearly more formidable than he had imagined.
Especially that Miss Kate—she had to be the "Kate" he knew.
And Tang Song?
Putting aside why he even knew such people, the commanding tone he just used and the submission shown by Miss Kate alone were baffling enough.
This matter had long exceeded his understanding.
He even felt as if he were dreaming today.
Under everyone’s gaze, Anne slowly released Tang Song.
Her eyes shifted to a somewhat stunned Xiao Jing.
Her body leaned forward slightly, using her tall, ample figure to block others’ view, creating a small space filled with pressure.
From an angle only Xiao Jing and a few others around could see, Anne looked down at her, a smile curling on her lips—both sweet and threatening.
Her full, snow-white E-cup almost pressed against Xiao Jing’s face, using the absolute physiological advantage of a top-tier female to exert the most direct dominance.
Then, she spoke Chinese with a slightly awkward but exceptionally clear pronunciation.
Each word was deliberate: "Hello, Tian Jing. I am Anne Kate. You can call me Sister Annie."
She stressed the word "Sister."
After the reactions from Meng Chuan, Conrad Mellon, and others just now, her momentum was at its peak.
Her icy gaze and oppressive aura felt like silent "interrogation" and "bullying" toward Xiao Jing.
Anne mockingly looked at the obedient, sweet "little girl," waiting for an interesting response.
Luo Bin, Wu Kezhi, Mo Xiangwan, and others deliberately avoided eye contact, seemingly observing the surroundings.
Zheng Qiudong’s eyes flickered with concern.
This "partner" he had chosen was a delicate flower grown in a greenhouse.
As far as he knew, one of Anne’s purposes in coming to Yancheng this time was to put pressure on Xiao Jing.
After all, the wedding dress and ring rumors sounded absurd.
He worried that under Anne Kate’s heavy pressure, Xiao Jing might shrink back in fear, making many of his plans difficult to carry out.
However, Xiao Jing under these circumstances seemed to have flipped a switch.
All her inner unease and panic were suppressed.
A faint blush rose on her face.
Her voice was sweet: "Hello, Sister Annie."
As she spoke, Xiao Jing took the initiative to open her arms and hugged the tall blonde beauty, even squeezing a little.
Her C-cup was instantly squeezed and deformed by the stronger E-cup.
Zheng Qiudong and others all reacted with various expressions.
Anne’s blue eyes paused, feeling like a punch hit a soft pillow.
Not only did it have no effect, but she also felt a strange discomfort from the other’s weird enthusiasm.
This seemingly obedient "little girl" was apparently on a higher level than Anne had imagined.
Next, Anne noticed, from an unseen angle, Xiao Jing’s unusually excited and burning eyes.
She... looked very abnormal.
Anne’s eye twitched sharply. She immediately released Xiao Jing and glanced awkwardly at Tang Song.
Tang Song was watching the scene with great interest.
In the [Reflection] state, he seemed able to clearly "see" the turbulent emotions inside the two women.
Anne’s [Provocation], [Defiance], and the current [Dumbfounded] expression.
And beneath Xiao Jing’s surface, her perverted, twisted desire.
Xiao Jing’s thought process was indeed unusual, even more interesting than he imagined.
He looked at the tall, proud blonde and then at the delicate, obedient white-rich-beautiful.
A mysterious smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Anne’s mood involuntarily trembled as she sat down beside Xiao Jing.
Of course, everything just happened in a flash.
To outsiders, the scene was merely a passionate blonde beauty enthusiastically befriending Xiao Jing, who generously returned the embrace in a harmonious picture.
At this moment, You Chengye finally recovered.
He glanced at his seemingly "able to hold the scene" daughter.
Then looked at the always calm, unfathomable "future son-in-law" beside her.
A warm, smooth smile returned to his face.
After all, he was a seasoned old fox in the business world, a billionaire, and the father of tonight’s birthday girl, Tian Jing.
After a brief loss of composure, he quickly gathered his thoughts.
No matter what he had just witnessed, the most important thing now was to figure out who these people were.
You Chengye quickly walked a few steps to the edge of the booth area, slightly bowed to the guests, and spoke warmly:
"Welcome, welcome! You must be friends of Tang Song, right? I am Jingjing’s father, You Chengye. Thank you very much for taking time to attend my daughter’s birthday banquet. It truly brings glory to this event!"
"Hello, Mr. Tian." "Hello."
Except for Anne, the other three politely nodded.
However, Zheng Qiudong was particularly enthusiastic.
He stood up directly, wearing his signature charming smile.
He proactively stepped forward and shook You Chengye’s hand, speaking humbly and appropriately: "Mr. Tian, you are too kind. I have long heard you are one of the leading figures in Yancheng’s business world. Seeing you today, you live up to your reputation."
Hearing this and feeling the other’s enthusiasm, You Chengye’s anxiety instantly eased.
His smile grew even brighter.
"Director Zheng, I have long admired your name!" He shook Zheng Qiudong’s hand firmly and said with feeling, "Dejurenhe has become our most frequently mentioned think tank..."
Their lively exchange was like a gust of wind, blowing away the frozen atmosphere in the banquet hall.
Everyone gradually recovered from the shock of the recent events.
Muted discussions began again.
"Qin Hua..." Ni Qingli gasped and spoke in a dry, low voice, "What exactly is this boyfriend of Xiao Jing...?"
"I—I don’t know either."
Qin Hua shook her head dazedly, her gaze staring blankly toward Tang Song and the others’ location.
She had been standing nearby, witnessing that bizarre, almost absurd reversal firsthand.
In her mind, the terrifying retreat of Conrad Mellon and Meng Chuan’s obvious loss of composure kept replaying.
And the trembling way they referred to her—"Ms. Kate."
Kate... the Kate family...
The possibility sent chills through her whole body, her hair standing on end.
At that moment, Conrad Mellon, who had been pale the entire time in front of her, suddenly moved.
He ignored everyone’s gaze around him, took a deep breath as if making a very significant decision,
turned around, and then, holding a fresh glass of champagne, walked toward the blonde woman step by step with utmost solemnity.
He stopped beside Anne’s seat but didn’t speak immediately.
Instead, he bowed slightly to her in the highest respect.
After doing all this, he struggled to speak: "Lady Anne!"
"Please accept my..."
He paused, organizing his words, his voice trembling slightly without him realizing it.
"The business I’m responsible for is connected to many projects of Kate Trust in Europe. I swear, if I had known it was you... I absolutely would not have..."
Sweat poured from Conrad’s face, and his voice grew lower.
He was only a collateral branch member of the Mellon family, seemingly glamorous to outsiders.
But facing Anne Kate, the true core inheritor holding real power in the family, it was entirely incomparable.
Anne glanced at him coldly and said, "Step aside. I hate your smell."
Conrad’s heart skipped a beat and he quickly stepped back.
He suddenly remembered rumors in the circle that Miss Anne hated contact with men and was more interested in women.
Looking at the current scene and hearing Conrad’s words, the guests whispered.
The special Kate family name and the terrifying business empire it represented spread through the guests like a virus.
As a top financial dynasty nearing a hundred years, the Kate family’s influence was profound and global.
Everyone present had, to some extent, heard of this illustrious name through certain channels.
Qin Hua’s body suddenly shook, nearly dropping her champagne glass.
Kate Trust... really the Kate family!
First Mellon, then Kate.
These weren’t just terms in the news or textbook cases but living family members appearing at her best friend’s birthday party.
Moreover, the highly prestigious Miss Kate was sitting intimately with Xiao Jing, having just hugged and interacted with her.
At this moment, Meng Chuan standing beside her moved as well.
Urgent footsteps sounded.
He quickly walked toward the calm eye of the storm—the booth area.
But his target was not the much-watched Tang Song or Anne.
It was the middle-aged man sitting steadily in the corner.
Because Tang Song and Anne’s appearances and auras were too conspicuous, many people barely noticed him.
With Meng Chuan’s sudden move, everyone turned to look.
Meng Chuan carefully stood slightly behind and to the side of the man, slightly bowing.
His voice trembled from nervousness and excitement: "Hello, Director Wu. It’s an honor to meet you here. I am Meng Chuan from Stellar Investments. My father is Meng Dehai. Last month, when I accompanied my father to the Asia-Pacific FinTech Summit, I had a brief encounter with you. I wonder if you remember?"
"Hello."
Wu Kezhi nodded slightly, his voice steady and powerful, revealing no emotion.
Everyone watching the commotion was shocked again.
Where the hell did this god suddenly come from?!
Wu Kezhi did not pay much attention to Meng Chuan but refocused on Tang Song.
His eyes flashed with thoughtful contemplation, as if trying to guess something.
Meng Chuan stood behind him, feeling countless probing gazes converging on him, his smile gradually becoming awkward.
Neither leaving nor staying felt right.
He and Conrad had previously clashed with Tang Song, and then inadvertently offended Anne Kate.
If they left now in shame, they might be targeted by both sides in the future.
Stellar Investments was powerful, but it depended on whom you were compared to!
He had to find a way to break the deadlock, ease tensions, and find a way out.
Then his gaze fell on You Chengye, who was looking at him with astonishment, recalling how Wu Kezhi and others treated him before.
A thought flashed instantly in his mind.
He quickly walked up to You Chengye, showing a perfectly timed excitement. "Director Tian, didn’t you say earlier that you wanted to visit Jingwu Capital with me in Singapore someday?"
He paused, pointing excitedly toward the calm middle-aged man in the booth corner, emphasizing:
"This gentleman is Mr. Wu Kezhi, co-founder, chairman of the board, and global CEO of Jingwu Capital!"
"Jingwu Capital?! Wu Kezhi?!" You Chengye blurted out, shocked to the core.
The room fell silent for a moment, then exploded with intense exclamations.
In the 2022 global private equity firm comprehensive ranking, Jingwu Capital was already in the top ten.
Now, it was rumored to manage assets close to 300 billion USD.
Its business spanned private equity, hedge funds, real estate, special opportunity investments, and more, with reach across global mainstream capital markets.
This wasn’t just some top family scion’s background.
Nor was it like Ms. Ouyang’s gifts or Director Jin’s assistant, carrying only an indirect aura of mystery and reverence.
This was real, quantifiable power.
A capital magnate who could directly decide corporate fates and redirect billions of dollars.
And now, he was suddenly here, sitting right opposite Tang Song.
Qin Hua looked at the "big shots" like Wu Kezhi, Anne Kate, Zheng Qiudong, and the always calm Tang Song, then at her blushing best friend Xiao Jing.
An unreal, dreamlike feeling flooded her heart.
Then, deep regret pierced her to the bone.
She regretted not only her previous foolish attempts to "break up" and "oppose."
More so, she regretted missing the best opportunity to connect with Tang Song.
Even at the very start of the banquet, the moment she sensed Tang Song’s extraordinary nature, if she had adjusted her mindset quickly and approached him as Xiao Jing’s best friend—given her excellent background and emotional intelligence—she could have quickly established a friendly relationship.
But at that time—
She was fully focused on Conrad Mellon.
Proudly playing the role of Mr. Mellon’s interpreter, enjoying the envious gazes of others.
In the booth area, Meng Chuan had begun warmly chatting with You Chengye and Wu Kezhi.
With the buffer of Tian Jing’s father’s identity, Wu Kezhi was much more polite than before.
The atmosphere softened somewhat.
Seeing this, Meng Chuan quickly picked up a glass of champagne and walked over to the still awkwardly standing Conrad.
He gently tapped Conrad’s elbow and gave him a meaningful look.
Conrad immediately snapped back, his expression stiff as he glanced sideways at the calm and indifferent Tang Song.
He finally understood what he had to do.
Taking a deep breath, he showed seriousness and humility on his face.
Together with Meng Chuan, holding their glasses, they stopped a step away from Tang Song.
Meng Chuan took the initiative: "Mr. Tang, it was my ignorance before, and my words were offensive. I hope you can be magnanimous and not hold it against me."
Conrad Mellon followed: "Mr. Tang, please forgive my unforgivable rudeness."
After speaking, they drank their champagne in one gulp and then deeply bowed.
With their sudden "movement," the entire banquet hall instantly quieted down.
Everyone’s gaze focused on Tang Song, waiting for his reaction.
Tang Song still leaned back in his chair, his eyes just lightly scanning them.
There was no anger, no joy, no pride, not even a flicker of emotion.
So calm... as if looking at two insignificant ornaments.
Then, he elegantly picked up a cherry from the table and slowly fed it to the girlfriend beside him.
Xiao Jing, her face full of adoration and her cute mouth slightly open, instinctively bit down.
The full, sweet juice spread in her mouth.
Her soft lips touched Tang Song’s long, knobby fingers.
In this special atmosphere, looking at the seemingly "divine" Tang Song Lord beside her and feeling the slightly cool touch from his "handsome god’s hand,"
An indescribable thrill made tiny goosebumps rise all over her body.
Ahhh! Tang Song Lord!
This is... this is the aura of the ultimate final boss appearing!
Too masterful! It makes my legs go weak!
I so want to kneel down and pledge my loyalty right now!
On the other side, Xu Qing sneaked over from the stage area.
Looking at this transformed "Ultimate Battle Tyrannosaurus" Little Songzi, she even forgot to eat her little snack meant for watching the drama.
Her big dark eyes flashed with strong regret.
Damn Little Songzi! He’s a pervert toward me but turns into a "domineering CEO" toward Xiao Jing!
I’ll make sure you get slapped in the face in the book and kneel to beg me to save you!
Meng Chuan and Conrad stood bent over nearby, their faces flushing red and white, awkward to the extreme, not knowing what to do.
The other side obviously completely ignored them.
The implied meaning was:
[We heard your apologies and regrets, but you have no right to waste my breath anymore.]
At this moment, a soft "tap" sound was heard.
Shangguan Qiuya put down her wine glass on the table.
Smiling, she reminded the dizzy Xiao Jing: "Xiao Jing, time’s almost up. Isn’t it time for the segment you’re most looking forward to?"
She wasn’t here to "show off" or "fill the scene" but to perfectly execute every task Director Jin had ordered.
Xiao Jing’s eyes flickered, and she immediately came back to her senses.
"Oh! Right! I almost forgot such an important thing!"
She quickly stood up, clapped her hands crisply, attracting everyone’s attention.
"Next is the most fun segment of tonight—the ‘Love Blind Box’!"
She playfully waved toward the main stage.
The host immediately caught on and returned to the stage.
His enthusiastic voice echoed through the banquet hall, soothing everyone’s emotions.
With cheerful music, the crowd began gathering toward the main stage.
When Tang Song and the others’ figures also merged into the crowd, Meng Chuan and Conrad finally exhaled deeply.
Conrad instinctively touched his bowtie, only to realize his shirt back was already soaked with cold sweat.
He looked at Meng Chuan with lingering fear and spoke softly.
Meng Chuan’s face turned pale, and he nodded heavily.
Then the two quietly left the birthday party venue.
...
In front of the main stage, the atmosphere was lively yet somewhat eerie.
The crowd instinctively gave Tang Song and his entourage a "vacuum" space.
Qin Dechang and several senior business figures tried a few times to approach and talk but hesitated before the invisible aura and ended up awkwardly standing on the outskirts.
With lights and music, Xiao Jing elegantly walked onto the stage.
Everyone’s gifts had already been packed into uniform raw wood-colored boxes, placed on the right side of the stage.
There were no markings on them.
On the table in the center of the stage was a high-definition camera projecting her every move onto a giant LED screen behind her in real time.
Following the host’s guidance,
soon the first blind box was chosen and unwrapped.
It was from her friend Zhang Yuxin—a latest model DIOR necklace.
Under the host’s encouragement, the crowd cheerfully applauded.
Next, Xiao Jing seemingly casually pointed to a box in the lower right corner.
The etiquette hostess immediately handed over the box.
Xiao Jing placed the gift on the central stage table, her heartbeat uncontrollably accelerating.
She knew this was Tang Song’s gift.
Besides the gift Tang Song himself prepared, she had secretly added "something" inside—a ring symbolizing eternal love.
In her original ultimate script, under everyone’s gaze, she would open the gift and shyly yet joyfully "discover" the ring,
accept Tang Song’s "official announcement," and complete her final coronation as the "legal wife."
That was why she had pulled Xu Qing over and even used her to sneak it in, with a mischievous pleasure in mind.
If Tang Song got angry later because of her scheming... well, she could just be harshly "punished" by him afterward!
But now... she dared not.
Though appearing innocent on the surface, she was smarter than anyone inside.
Anne Kate, Wu Kezhi, Zheng Qiudong...
Their presence had made her understand many things.
It also made her clearly realize that Tang Song was the one truly hidden behind all the mist—the ultimate final boss.
Before this, he was merely "wandering the mortal world."
She, Xiao Jing, might be an important "female lead" in his heart, but... only one of many.
For example, that domineering and crazy blonde was definitely her strongest rival in this lifetime!
If she dared force Tang Song to "officially announce a proposal" in such a wolf-packed situation,
the outcome would likely be tragic.
Moreover, with Tang Song’s current cards and status,
even without marriage, her parents probably wouldn’t object.
Xiao Jing bit her lip and quickly put away all the unnecessary thoughts.
She tore open the box’s seal, ignoring the ring box, and took out a delicate, exquisite golden box, gently placing it on the central stage table.
The HD camera zoomed in for a close-up.
A label was clearly attached: Tang Song.
Everyone’s spirits lifted as they intensely stared at the golden box.
Now that they knew Xiao Jing’s boyfriend was mysterious and unfathomable, they were extremely curious about what gift he would give.
A shy yet expectant expression appeared on Xiao Jing’s face.
Under everyone’s gaze,
she took a deep breath, her slender fingers untied the ribbon, and opened the lid.
The next second,
not only did the audience below freeze, but Xiao Jing herself was stunned.
Mr. Tian Chengye and his wife Chen Man exchanged glances, both seeing deep shock in each other’s eyes.
Inside the gift box lay not rare jewelry, limited edition bags, or heartfelt handicrafts,
but a thick stack of neatly bound... documents.
In the lower-left corner of the title page, the watermark logo of "Quan Jing Law Firm" was clearly printed.
What was going on?
A suppressed commotion erupted instantly from the audience, people whispering, their faces full of surprise and confusion.
Xiao Jing blinked and subconsciously looked toward her boyfriend at the front of the stage.
Tang Song stood there elegantly, wearing a faint, encouraging smile.
Deep in his eyes was a profound, starry light she could not understand.
With his "signal," Xiao Jing took a deep breath and hesitantly flipped open the first page of the documents.
A bold headline suddenly entered her view and appeared on the large stage screen via the HD camera.
"Share Transfer Agreement of Jingyi Asset Management (Imperial Capital) Co., Ltd."
You Chengye was stunned, feeling as if an invisible hand had grazed his heart, nearly stopping it!
"Whoa—"
Uncontrollable discussion and exclamations erupted.
Like a tide, the noise exploded throughout the banquet hall.
Even without knowing the exact background of "Jingyi Asset," just seeing "Asset Management Company" and "Share Transfer Agreement" made it clear how unique this gift was.
Moreover, many attendees knew that You Chengye had sold 7.5% of Jinxiu Commerce Group’s shares to this mysteriously backed company to fill a gap.
At this moment, when these key facts suddenly connected in their minds,
they all gasped in unison, their faces showing utter disbelief.
Then, more impactful information appeared on the big screen.
Summary of core terms:
Transfer target: 100% equity of "Jingyi Asset Management (Imperial Capital) Co., Ltd." transferred to Party B (Tian Jing).
Core asset disclosure: As of the signing date, the target company (Jingyi Asset Management) holds 112,500,000 shares of the unlisted circulating shares of "Jinxiu Commerce Group Co., Ltd." (7.5% shareholding).
On stage, Xiao Jing’s usually sly and sweet face had completely lost control.
Large tears uncontrollably rolled down from her wide, beautiful eyes.
They traced sparkling paths down her smooth, fair cheeks, smudging her delicate makeup.