novelraw Chapter 631: The Emperor’s Aura, and Jealousy
Chapter 631: The Emperor’s Aura, and Jealousy
Chapter 631: The Emperor’s Aura, and JealousyYancheng International Airport
Two black Mercedes-Benz business vehicles bypassed the crowded public drop-off zone and smoothly stopped in front of the FBO (Fixed Base Operator) terminal.
The door at the front opened, and a tall, elegant figure stepped out first.
She wore the standard urban professional woman’s outfit, topped with a classic camel-colored cashmere coat from MaxMara.
Her honey-colored long hair was meticulously tied back.
She wore oversized Dior sunglasses that covered half her face, revealing only a delicate jawline and a splash of vivid red lipstick.
The late autumn sunshine, carrying a faint warmth, fell upon her, casting a soft halo of light.
She exuded the enchanting aura of a sophisticated urban lady.
Following her, four well-dressed young men and women stepped out of the business vehicle.
They curiously examined the independent terminal built especially for private and business jet passengers. “Looks like Yancheng’s FBO was only built recently. This is my first time here.”
“Yeah, it was newly constructed last year. I’ve accompanied my dad on a couple of business jets before.”
“Zhou, you really know a lot.”
Zhou Hang smiled but couldn’t help directing his gaze toward the nearby sexy figure ahead. “This time, we’re riding on Muxue’s favor, flying direct from Yancheng to London. Chartering a flight like this isn’t cheap.”
The others nodded in agreement.
They had all studied in the UK and naturally understood the price tag.
However, they were just ordinary second-generation wealthy kids. Even Zhou Hang, with the most affluent family background, had assets just over one hundred million yuan.
If they had to pay for this themselves, it would still sting.
“Xiaoxue, thank you so much.”
Zhang Xi ran over with a bright smile and affectionately linked her arm with Lin Muxue’s.
Their joint venture “Xuétáng Culture” was starting to turn a profit as the Yannan short drama base gained popularity, which made her admire this friend all the more.
This trip, Lin Muxue had taken the initiative to charter the plane and brought them along for free.
It definitely boosted Zhang Xi’s face among their group.
“Hehe, it’s nothing, don’t mention it.” Lin Muxue removed her sunglasses, her refined and sculpted face wearing a calm smile.
She raised a hand to tuck back a strand of hair stirred by the wind with elegant, flowing movements.
Zhou Hang and Li Zhe’s gazes were involuntarily drawn over, filled with amazement.
A ground service staff member in a crisp uniform quickly approached.
He took their luggage from the driver.
The lead client manager wore a respectful yet warm smile. “Ms. Lin, good morning! Your crew is ready, and the lounge has been prepared with refreshments. I’ll lead you there now.”
Lin Muxue nodded lightly and stepped forward.
The other four hurried to follow.
Soon, the client manager led them into a private VIP waiting room.
Freshly brewed Blue Mountain coffee, a platter of fresh fruit, and French pastries made that day...
The whole lounge radiated an atmosphere of luxury.
The group sized up the surroundings and gradually settled on the sofas.
They started chatting about London.
Lin Muxue spoke very little, quietly savoring her coffee.
The real reason was she had never been to Europe or America and knew nothing about those places.
But when traveling, the emperor’s dignity must be maintained.
Silence was the best way to keep an air of mystery.
After a while, Zhou Hang suddenly changed the topic:
“By the way, I just got some news. A few days ago, at a birthday party for a friend of a friend, many top big shots showed up, and there was a live flash performance by the Echo girl group.”
“Ah? Isn’t Echo preparing for a tour? How did they end up at a private party?”
“What big shots? Spill it!”
Feeling Lin Muxue’s interested gaze, Zhou Hang’s heart warmed.
He leaned slightly forward, smiling as he boasted, “I heard that Su Yu’s former manager, Tang Entertainment’s CEO Mo Xiangwan, the founder of Dejurenhe Zheng Qiudong, and a CEO from a top Singaporean capital firm were all there.”
Upon hearing these names and titles, Zhang Xi and the others immediately widened their eyes, whispering excitedly as they discussed.
They barely understood business finance, but what truly amazed them was the name “Mo Xiangwan,” symbolizing a connection to the top entertainment circle.
After all, artists like Su Yu and Echo were national superstars.
Even the usually indifferent and aloof Lin Muxue showed an unusual expression, which made Zhou Hang’s heart burn hotter.
“There’s even more impressive stuff…” He paused, feigning mystery, “The Mellon family and the Kate family, have you heard of them? There was even a core heir of the Kate family attending, called Anne Kate. My friend said her aura was so strong he couldn’t even speak.”
“Holy crap! Mellon? Kate? Seriously?”
“The Kate Trust that manages trillions in assets? My dad bought their trust products over in Hong Kong, saying it’s the most stable in the world!”
“Anne Kate… what does she look like?”
The group instantly exploded into chatter, eagerly gossiping about these unreachable top-tier families.
Zhou Hang looked on satisfied, casting a hopeful glance at Lin Muxue, waiting for her to show the same shocked reaction.
However, Lin Muxue simply lifted her coffee cup, gently blew on the steam, and looked at them calmly.
This caused a wave of frustration to surge within him.
He had been pulled into a small chat group by Zhang Xi, heard they were going to London for a few days to celebrate Thanksgiving, but hadn’t really taken it seriously.
For someone of his wealthy second-generation status, going abroad was as casual as going to the next city.
If it weren’t for Peng Meilin and Li Zhe persistently persuading him, he probably would have found an excuse to skip it.
He never expected Zhang Xi’s friend Lin Muxue to be so beautiful.
He had seen many beautiful women—internet celebrities, models, stars—from every circle imaginable.
But Lin Muxue was entirely different.
She was like a high mountain flower, only to be admired from afar, untouchable.
Plus, the “financial elite” aura around her added an indescribable attraction for him.
Yet since meeting, she remained cold, especially toward him and Li Zhe, the two males.
But this only fueled his interest more.
He looked at Lin Muxue and smiled, “Muxue, I heard from Zhang Xi that you work in finance. You probably know more about these things than us, right?”
“Yeah, I almost forgot. Xiaoxue is in investment, and her company has branches in Singapore and London.” Zhang Xi came closer, noticing the gazes of the four.
Lin Muxue’s long legs unconsciously rubbed together lightly.
She forced a calm expression but was already internally delighted.
0(n_n)0 Haha~
Here it comes! Here it comes!
This isn’t me trying to show off;
you guys bumped into it yourselves!
She slowly put down the coffee cup and was about to speak when a tall, blonde, blue-eyed white female flight attendant quickly entered.
Standing just ahead and to the side of Lin Muxue, she slightly bowed and said in English, “Ms. Lin, the plane is ready, and boarding can begin at any time.”
Interrupted in her flow, Empress Muxue felt a bit stifled but quickly perked up thinking about the upcoming private jet.
After all, this plane belonged to Anne Kate. Revealing her identity there would let her pull off an even bigger show!
Lin Muxue pursed her lips, stood up, and waved to the others, “Let’s go, we’ll talk on board.”
“Okay, okay!”
“Let’s go, this is my first time on a real business jet!”
“Me too! XiXi, make sure to take lots of photos for me!”
The group suppressed their excitement and quickly followed.
Under the professional guidance of a white flight attendant named Nia, they passed through exclusive security and customs channels, then walked a bit further.
Suddenly, the view opened wide.
A plane stood quietly on the tarmac, pure white with a wingspan of nearly 30 meters.
Its sleek, graceful body lines reflected dazzling sunlight. The massive engines and towering T-tail embodied the dominance and prestige of a top-tier business jet.
“Ms. Lin and guests,” Nia bowed slightly and gently introduced, “Today’s flight is operated by a Gulfstream G650ER, with an expected duration of 10 hours and 20 minutes. The captain is David Lott, a retired Royal Air Force pilot with over fifteen thousand flight hours. Ground reception and VIP channels at London Heathrow Airport have been fully arranged.”
“Gulfstream G650ER?” Zhou Hang’s voice cracked with excitement as he explained to the others, “This isn’t an ordinary business jet;
it’s the ultimate long-range king, top configuration worldwide. It can fly non-stop from Yancheng to New York. The hourly flight cost alone is over a hundred thousand yuan.”
“That expensive?”
Zhang Xi cautiously asked, “Xiaoxue, you’re chartering such an expensive plane? This trip must cost 1.5 million yuan, right?”
Lin Muxue smiled and lightly tossed out her well-prepared line, “Don’t worry, it’s not a charter. It’s a friend’s plane. She’s vacationing in Huaxia, and the plane was idle, so her crew flew over to pick me up.”
“A friend’s... this is... a private plane?!”
“Private plane?”
This phrase exploded like a bomb in their minds.
Business jets and private planes represented completely different things.
The former was a service you could buy with money;
the latter was a status symbol, an identity mark of the top-tier circle.
Owning such a top private plane required financial resources, assets, and connections far beyond what their families could reach.
Being friends with someone like that meant Lin Muxue’s level was far beyond theirs.
Even Zhang Xi, as a friend, was startled.
Feeling the mixture of shock, reverence, and curiosity in their eyes, Lin Muxue’s chest rose and fell slightly, feeling every pore relax, her thoughts clear and spirit refreshed.
It had been a long time since she had shown off like this—this feeling was truly exhilarating!
But this was only the beginning.
“Let’s go in first.” Lin Muxue raised her head and, led by Nia and another flight attendant, was the first to step onto the boarding stairs.
The others hurriedly composed themselves and followed into the cabin.
The interior looked nothing like an aircraft cabin but more like a top-tier private airborne suite.
Hand-stitched Italian leather sofas, precious black walnut wood paneling, and a full-size kitchen equipped with Gaggenau appliances used by Michelin-starred restaurants...
Every detail was flawless.
Zhang Xi and the others immediately became restrained, even stepping lightly as they walked.
“Wow, such a beautiful wine cabinet, it’s full of top-quality liquors.”
Zhang Xi, whose family was in the alcohol business, exclaimed, drawn in by the sparkling small bar, stopping unconsciously.
Her gaze soon fell on an inconspicuous detail beside the wine cabinet.
On the crystal-clear cup rack carved from a whole block of crystal, each dedicated slot was etched below with a name in elegant cursive English.
“AnneKate?” she read out instinctively, then said in surprise, “This name… is the same as that Anne Kate Zhou Hang just mentioned?”
Zhou Hang confirmed and immediately leaned in, stunned.
“This... really is...”
At that moment, Peng Meilin suddenly let out a shout, “Mei Mei! Director Jin?!”
Drawn by her sudden scream, even Zhang Xi and Zhou Hang, still stunned by the “AnneKate” name, turned to look.
The next second, they were dumbfounded.
On the cabin wall, dozens of exquisitely framed photos hung in an orderly fashion.
All the photos featured the same blonde, blue-eyed, devilishly stunning white woman who looked no older than thirty.
What made them feel suffocated were the people in the photos with her.
There was pop queen Taylor Swift, current and former US presidents, and business giants like Elon Musk, Warren Buffett, and Jin Meixiao, who shook the global economy.
Lin Muxue was also emotionally stirred and her mood soared.
She had always known Anne Kate was impressive but hadn’t expected this level of power.
This truly gave Empress Muxue face!
The cabin suddenly fell silent, filled only with suppressed, rapid breathing.
Only when Nia stepped forward and gently asked what drinks they wanted did everyone snap back to reality.
Zhou Hang pointed at a solo photo, his voice dry, “Muxue, is this your friend?”
Zhang Xi swallowed and whispered, “I just saw a lot of ‘AnneKate’ names. Who is she?”
Lin Muxue chuckled softly and nodded gracefully.
With a calm, matter-of-fact tone, she said, “Yes, she is the Anne Kate you just mentioned.”
She paused and her red lips curled into a familiar smile, “Anne and I have a good relationship. We’re not just work partners but very close friends. She specially arranged for friends in London to host me on this trip.”
Zhou Hang, Zhang Xi, and the others were speechless, their minds blank.
They never expected Lin Muxue’s level to be so high!
Having Anne Kate send her private plane and arrange friends to entertain her.
At that moment, in their eyes, Empress Muxue’s status had skyrocketed.
She was surrounded by a mysterious aura belonging to the highest social circles.
Lin Muxue’s toes curled lightly inside her high heels.
She wasn’t lying, just slightly exaggerating.
After all, they had almost shared the same bed with Tang Song.
From this angle, they could be considered “quasi bedmates.”
Calling each other good friends wasn’t an exaggeration, right?
The Gulfstream G650ER glided smoothly on the runway, its engine roaring like an elegant white hawk soaring into the sky.
The plane pierced through thick clouds;
below was an endless sea of clouds, above a clear, brilliant blue sky.
Flight attendant Nia poured everyone top-quality Salon champagne.
The golden liquid bubbled delicately and persistently in Baccarat crystal glasses, sparkling like tiny diamonds.
Lin Muxue raised her glass and smiled calmly, “Cheers, to our London trip.”
She brought the rim to her lips and took a gentle sip.
The cool liquid slid over her tongue, bringing a fresh blend of citrus and toasted bread aromas, silky texture, and a lingering aftertaste that instantly awakened every taste bud.
Facing the blindingly clear sky outside the window, Lin Muxue lazily reclined on the soft leather sofa, legs crossed elegantly.
Her entire being radiated a high-class relaxed vibe.
This London trip was naturally accompanied by showing off, but that wasn’t all.
She clearly knew her main missions:
First, to thoroughly understand the entire process of international private jet travel to prepare for serving Tang Song in the future;
Second, to use the Imperial College alumni association opportunity to truly enter the international elite social circle;
Third, to investigate the preparation status of Rongliu Capital’s London branch and obtain first-hand information.
Now, with Shen Yuyan, that scheming woman, lurking behind her, her heart was always tense, never daring to relax for a moment.
…
Shencheng, Tang Yi Precision
The conversation in the reception room had unknowingly lasted nearly an hour.
Near noon, Ouyang Xianyue glanced at her watch and took the initiative to end the discussion, inviting Wen Ruan to have lunch together.
In the private Chinese restaurant atop Tower 7, No.1 Shencheng Bay, the two sat facing each other, the magnificent bay view outside the window.
Ouyang Xianyue no longer mentioned anything about the “Tangjin Family Office” topic. Instead, she chatted with Wen Ruan about art, wine, and travel.
She was knowledgeable, insightful, full of mature wisdom and personal charm.
But Wen Ruan remained tense and no longer had the excitement and joy from before.
Though Ouyang’s words were gentle and posture elegant, her dissatisfaction with Director Jin was almost written on her face.
This “special consulting seat” was nothing like she had imagined.
Recalling the previous scenes, Wen Ruan felt heartbroken and furious.
She had been betrayed and framed by their partnership!
The worst part was… this mess was something she actively sought!
At first, she had her own small ambitions.
She could be a slacker and didn’t care how much status or wealth she got from Tang Song.
But she was a normal woman, a mature thirty-year-old, who inevitably thought about her future children.
She didn’t want her child to be marginalized or awkward in the complicated future family system.
Tangjin was not just a company or a fund.
It was a true unified family office.
Joining it as a core decision-maker was the best guarantee she could secure for her child.
But now, it seemed this path was far more dangerous than she had imagined.
At 1:30 PM, lunch was coming to an end.
Before parting, Ouyang Xianyue suddenly held her hand and said softly, “Wen Ruan, there’s one more thing. I hope you can do me a small favor.”
At these words, Wen Ruan’s eyelid twitched involuntarily, alarm bells ringing in her mind. “Ms. Ouyang… please speak.”
Ouyang seemed to sense her thoughts and smiled wryly, shaking her head, “Don’t be nervous, it’s really just a small favor. My grandfather’s health has worsened these past two years, maybe... so I want Tang Song to accompany me to Rongcheng at the end of the month to visit him.”
“Ah... rest assured, I will talk to Tang Song and send your regards to the old gentleman.”
“Mm, bye-bye.”
“Bye-bye.”
Watching Wen Ruan disappear into the elevator, Ouyang paused for a moment, then turned around, her gaze filled with ambiguous emotion.
The secretary quickly approached, “Director Ouyang, Miss Su Yu has arrived and is waiting for you.”
Ouyang gently touched her forehead and did not return upstairs to the office but instead went back to the restaurant.
Accompanied by the secretary, she entered a private room at the innermost part.
Pushing the door open.
The room’s main lights were off, only a few ambient spotlights remained.
A cold, lonely figure sat alone in a circle chair by the window, her back to the door, quietly gazing outside.
She wore a simple, patternless white dress, her jet-black waterfall-like hair casually loose, the tips dyed faint silver-gray.
Her figure was sexy and enchanting, radiating an indescribable charm.
She sat silently like a jade statue carved from frost and snow, unreal in beauty.
“Wen Ruan has left. Getting her to come forward willingly won’t be easy.”
Ouyang Xianyue’s voice broke the silence.
Su Yu’s shoulders moved slightly as she slowly turned around, “That’s normal. Thank you, Sister Ouyang.”
“No need to thank me,” Ouyang sat opposite her gracefully, pouring herself a cup of tea, her tone as casual as discussing the weather, “I’m not only doing this for you. A healthy, mutually balanced committee fits Tangjin’s long-term development.”
Su Yu leaned back without continuing the topic.
Ouyang lifted her tea cup, gently blew on the steam, “Have you decided?”
“Mm, I have.” Su Yu raised her head. “Tonight, I will officially meet Liu Qingning and get to know her.”
Ouyang watched her, fingertips slowly rubbing the smooth cup wall, “When you meet, you can first talk about the Xuanji Optical World project cooperation. No need to reveal everything about Tang Song.”
“Mm, I know my limits.” Su Yu exhaled softly.
In her mind, she recalled the video Mo Xiangwan sent her from Tian Jing’s birthday party, the familiar yet strange Tang Song, and his upcoming meeting with Jin Meixiao next month.
A strange sense of urgency pressed on her nerves.
She pondered a moment, then suddenly spoke again:
“Liu Qingning’s birthday is the day after tomorrow. She’s flying back to Quancheng tomorrow. Looks like she wants to spend it with Tang Song in her hometown.”
She paused, lifted her tea cup, and gazed at the swirling tea, adding the final sentence: “Tang Song will definitely tolerate her willfulness and accompany her back. After all, she was the only female lead in his entire youth.”
Ouyang glanced at her, voice still calm, “You’re getting jealous again. That’s not good.”
Su Yu said nothing, raised her cup, and drank the slightly cool tea in one gulp.
Jealous? Definitely.
Who wouldn’t be jealous of her?