novelraw Chapter 661: Xiao Jing’s Strategy, The Designer and the Female CEO
Chapter 661: Xiao Jing’s Strategy, The Designer and the Female CEO
Chapter 661: Xiao Jing’s Strategy, The Designer and the Female CEOTina excused herself with grace, her footsteps fading at the end of the thick carpet.
The huge tea room grew subtly charged with tension.
Ouyang Xianyue raised a hand, signaling with her eyes for Lin Muxue and Xiao Jing to take the seats opposite her.
Then she personally picked up the simple Ru kiln teapot, twirled her wrist lightly, and the amber tea streamed like silk, poured precisely into the two empty aroma cups.
Her movements flowed like cloud and water, full of a pleasing rhythm—
not a performance, but the upbringing and poise embedded in her bones.
Luna and Xiao Jing exchanged a glance, then carefully sat down.
“Thank you, Ms. Ouyang.”
Lin Muxue’s voice was very soft, but her heart beat like a drum.
It was her first time meeting the legendary “Queen of Precision,” Ouyang Xianyue.This name that only existed on the front pages of finance news and top forums was even more beautiful and commanding than she had imagined.
Not the rigid, delicate European aristocratic type like Tina.
This Ms. Ouyang carried a unique charm that fused the dignified splendor of top Huaxia elites with modern intellect.
As another renowned big figure, she also differed from Director Jin’s overt sharpness and suffocating pressure—
she was like an unfathomable ancient pool, calm and unruffled, mature and noble.
Given the other party’s identity, it was hard not to make the former pseudo-society-girl Luna feel awe.
“You don’t have to be so formal.” Ouyang Xianyue watched the two acting like they were facing a major threat and smiled with approachable warmth. “I don’t think I look that scary, do I?”
Her gentle, slightly self-deprecating remark instantly eased the taut atmosphere.
Xiao Jing’s eyes flashed;
she immediately put on a sweet smile and took the initiative to break the ice: “Ms. Ouyang, thank you for the birthday gift last time. I didn’t expect to meet you again here—I’m so happy!”
“A birthday gift is just a token. I’m glad you liked it.” Ouyang Xianyue tapped the tea cup with her fingertip;
her tone was as mellow as the tea.
Xiao Jing lifted her cup, using the steam from the kettle to hide the flicker in her eyes, but her gaze lingered on Ouyang Xianyue.
During Smile Holdings’ training, she had once bumped into this legendary Queen of Precision at the headquarters elevator.
Back then, out of courtesy, she had instinctively bowed to greet her, and to her surprise, the other party gently responded.
Rarely, she had even agreed to a somewhat abrupt photo request.
At the time, she thought it was just her “cute buff” working—luck was on her side.
Now that she reflected, it wasn’t luck at all.
It was clearly a golden pass certified by Lord Tang Song, glittering above her head.
After the birthday party, she compiled all the information she knew and was clearer about what she would face.
Rumor had it the Tangjin Family Office was co-founded by Ouyang Xianyue of Tang Yi Precision and Jin Meixiao of Smile Holdings:
one controlling unfathomable domestic political, commercial, tech, and industrial resources;
the other controlling the shifting tides of overseas international finance.
Together they built an invincible hidden financial group spanning East and West, connecting primary and secondary markets and penetrating every capillary of tech and finance.
It could pry open national strategic projects and incubate the next trillion-yuan unicorn.
It could inject lifeblood into dying companies and pave the way for frontier tech to reach the world’s summit.
So this elegant Queen of Precision and her massive Tang Yi Precision might also be one of Lord Tang Song’s chess pieces, right?
Xiao Jing looked at the beautiful “widow” opposite her and let her imagination run wild.
Of course... Lord Tang Song must be the real puppeteer behind it all, the ultimate boss.
The more she thought about it, the more excited she became;
her heart raced, her fingertips trembling.
She liked Lord Tang Song more and more—he should be even darker, even more villainous!
That would better fit the omnipotent “demon king” image she had in mind.
Just then,
Ouyang Xianyue lifted her cup. “This tea is this year’s pre-Qingming Shifeng Longjing. Try it.”
Lin Muxue hastily cupped the tea, sipped a small mouthful, and her mind raced desperately for any professional terms—none came—so she could only mutter, “It’s... very fragrant, very mellow.”
Inner monologue: Help, this tastes the same as the Lipton black tea I brew at home.
Xiao Jing closed her eyes to savor it, rolled her tongue, and seriously said, “The liquor is clear, the aroma noble and lasting, taste mellow and fresh, with a sweet aftertaste that stimulates the mouth—definitely top-grade Longjing from the core production area, flawless craftsmanship.”
Ouyang Xianyue’s eyes brightened slightly;
she nodded approvingly. “Tea ceremony emphasizes stillness, delight, harmony, and truth. Water temperature, tea quantity, pouring skill, brewing time—tiny errors lead to huge mistakes. Brewing tea is actually like running a company: it requires patience, focus, and absolute attention to detail.
I think Director Jin naming your asset management company ‘Jingyi’ was also with this mindset.”
“Thank you for the lesson.” Xiao Jing responded respectfully. “You really know the tea ceremony;
I’ll study under you more in the future.”
Ouyang Xianyue smiled faintly, her gaze falling on Xiao Jing’s face as she said meaningfully, “To be honest, I admire you and have been watching you. So I’m personally quite regretful about you leaving Tang Yi Precision. Director Jin admires you as well—I don’t think she would want to let you go.”
Xiao Jing, flattered, said, “Thank you for your recognition and attention.”
“I’m serious.” Ouyang Xianyue looked into her eyes. “Tang Yi’s doors are always open for you. When you’re ready, come find me and I will personally speak to Director Jin.”
Hearing that and looking at the other’s expression,
Xiao Jing’s eyes flashed with a sliver of caution;
she sensed deeper meaning in those words.
So Ms. Ouyang might have objections to her “transfer.”
Could it be that her relationship with Director Jin wasn’t as harmonious as assumed?
Is this... palace intrigue?!
Xiao Jing’s little brain sped up;
excitement built.
[Ding! Hidden plot triggered: Palace Intrigue Coda!]
[Is Ms. Ouyang expressing regret? A rebuke? Or... a declaration of war?!]
[My goodness! A script where two parties fight over me—how thrilling!]
But her face still wore an obedient smile. “Whether at Tang Yi Precision or Smile Holdings, I serve Lord Tang Song. Director Jin’s arrangements are Lord Tang’s wishes. I’ll just do my best to complete whatever Lord Tang asks of me.”
No matter what, though played by these two women on the surface,
her heart belonged only to Lord Tang Song.
After hearing her reply, a genuine smile surfaced in Ouyang Xianyue’s eyes. “You are sensible and clever.”
With that she ended the sensitive topic and shifted: “By the way, Tang Yi Precision’s collaboration with Hueneng Electronics has fully started. Your father’s side will see results soon. Also, our industrial investment fund will participate in Hueneng Electronics’ subsequent capital cooperation.”
“Thank you, Ms. Ouyang.” Xiao Jing immediately stood and bowed.
Tang Yi Precision was not just a tech manufacturing company;
it also controlled several large industrial investment funds.
Its capital background and industry influence rivaled any top VC firm.
Once the industrial fund officially invested, Hueneng Electronics would be fully integrated into Tang Yi’s global industrial chain.
Her father’s distant dream might actually have a chance of coming true.
“You’re welcome.” Ouyang Xianyue gestured for her to sit. “We won’t let worthy projects be buried.”
The three drank their tea in silence, and the mood eased considerably.
Lin Muxue, largely ignored, sat quietly to the side and unconsciously mimicked Ouyang Xianyue’s elegant way of holding the cup.
She always felt her own movements stiff and off, and quickly gave up.
This must be something that soaks into you from childhood—engraved in your bones.
“Assistant Lin.” Ouyang Xianyue’s voice suddenly called out.
Lin Muxue’s ears pricked up;
she looked up quickly. “Ms. Ouyang?”
“I mainly came to see you this time. I and your Lord Tang agreed to go to Rongcheng at the end of the month—specifically on the 30th. You’re his chief assistant, so you’ll handle his itinerary, hotel bookings, and some private visits. Coordinate all that. If you need anything from my side, contact my secretary anytime.”
As she spoke, she handed over a business card printed only with a name and personal number.
Lin Muxue took it with both hands and nodded earnestly. “Understood. I’ll arrange everything properly.”
Xiao Jing watched Ouyang Xianyue’s dignified face with her gaze moving over it.
As far as she knew, Ms. Ouyang’s hometown was in Rongcheng.
Lord Tang Song was going alone with her to Rongcheng?
What were they up to?
Such a big deal—would Director Jin be unhappy?
Heh heh, I must tell Director Jin later!
...
Nearly an hour later the meeting ended.
Ouyang Xianyue left first, accompanied by her secretary.
Only the two of them remained in the tea room.
“Luna.” Xiao Jing took the initiative and asked with concern, “Where are you staying in the Imperial Capital?”
Lin Muxue’s tone returned somewhat to her usual coolness. “In the suite inside this club—Tang Jin Family Office’s permanent agreement apartment. I come straight here to stay.”
“Wow, can I go up and take a look?” Xiao Jing’s eyes glittered with curiosity.
Lin Muxue hesitated, then nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”
After all, they bore no real grudge. If Xiao Jing hadn’t said so many strange things before, she wouldn’t mind befriending such a ‘rich, fair, and beautiful’ girl.
They rode the private elevator to the top-floor suite.
Xiao Jing admired the luxurious decor, exclaiming and fueling Lin Muxue’s vanity.
After the tour, Xiao Jing showed no sign of leaving.
She plopped down on the soft, large bed and looked at Lin Muxue. “Luna, Tina said this is also one of Tang Jin’s high-end properties. Maybe I’ll be responsible for part of it later. So... I want to stay here tonight and get familiar with it. Is that okay?”
Lin Muxue’s eye twitched;
she refused outright. “Sorry, I’m not used to sharing a bed with others.”
“Oh? What about Brother Tang Song?”
“This... that’s different...”
Xiao Jing suddenly leaned in, using a coquettish tone and dragging out her words: “What’s the difference~ Should I call Brother Tang Song right now? When we get back to Yancheng, he can bring the two of us to sleep together and we can *train our rapport* properly?”
“You—!” Luna’s body flinched and her cheeks flushed.
She pushed Xiao Jing away, embarrassed and annoyed: “What on earth do you want?”
Xiao Jing blinked innocently but slyly. “Luna, haven’t you noticed? Brother Tang Song’s situation is very complicated. Shouldn’t the two of us get along, be on good terms?”
Hearing that, Lin Muxue paused.
Xiao Jing did have a point—and it was exactly her longstanding worry.
After all, Shen Yuyan was glaring at her like a tiger stalking prey.
And Xiao Jing was close to Xu Qing;
who knew when Shen Yuyan might try to woo her over.
From Tang Song’s arrangement of Xiao Jing, it seemed the girl might enter the family office in future.
She was a very good potential ally.
The only problem... was her being a little perverse.
After wrestling with her feelings for a long while, Lin Muxue took a breath and stamped her foot. “Fine...”
Xiao Jing cheered, dragging Luna to tour the club.
From the temperature-controlled infinity pool to the private cinema with its own cigar bar, to the art area filled with top antiques and calligraphy...
Every corner showcased staggering luxury and taste, making the rich girl’s heart surge.
Back in the ultra-luxurious internal suite,
Lin Muxue first went to the private office and meticulously coordinated with Ouyang Xianyue’s personal secretary,
planning every detail of Tang Song’s trip to Rongcheng—flights, hotels, private visits—
and finally compiled a detailed itinerary that she sent to Tang Song’s email.
When she finished and returned to the bedroom exhausted,
she saw Xiao Jing already in silk pajamas, lounging on the bed watching her.
The sleepwear was a soft champagne color with delicate embroidered lace, the smooth fabric hugging her sculpted curves.
Her black hair fell casually;
beneath straight bangs, her face was startlingly fair as if near-reflective.
Lin Muxue had to admit: this genuine top-tier rich beauty was truly pretty and exquisite.
“You done with work?” Xiao Jing’s face brightened;
she patted the space beside her. “Come here, I have something to tell you.”
Lin Muxue exhaled and sat down. “What is it? Don’t be mysterious.”
Xiao Jing picked up a thick manila folder from the bedside and placed it on Lin Muxue’s lap. “This is for you.”
“What is—?” Lin Muxue opened it in confusion.
Inside was a bright red certificate stamped with the national emblem and the words “Real Estate Ownership Certificate.”
Her hand trembled. She opened the red book and looked at the property details.
Her brain buzzed;
she felt dizzy.
Property address: Shan Province, Swan Bay Residential Community, Building 6...
Area: 180 square meters...
There was also a signed Stock Housing Purchase Contract by Tian Jing and a notarized Power of Attorney.
She lifted her head with difficulty, her voice trembling: “Xiao Jing, what do you mean by this?”
Xiao Jing smiled as if it were obvious. “Luna, your family is in Shan Province, right? I once bought this place casually and rented it out. The tenant didn’t renew, and I don’t need it. It’s troublesome to manage, so I’ll just give it to you.”
Now that she had taken over Jingyi Asset Management, she managed top-tier properties globally.
Early residential investments meant little to her now.
Giving one away could build ties.
Lin Muxue stared at the papers like they were a hot iron searing her palm;
her palm went numb.
Despite a good salary, she lacked original capital and didn’t spend freely on the credit black card—she wasn’t wealthy by any real measure.
She had never considered buying a house.
She had heard of Swan Bay—it was a high-end community near her hometown of Chang’an County.
Average prices exceeded 25,000 per square meter;
this place was worth around five million.
“No, I can’t accept this!” she almost reflexively refused.
“Why not?” Xiao Jing seemed to have guessed and took Lin Muxue’s hand, her voice getting sincere. “It’s not that valuable for us, and your parents are in Shan Province. You’ll eventually go back there—this gives you a home.”
Hearing “your parents,” Lin Muxue felt a pang.
Her brother worked in Shan Province and had bought a house there;
it was because of that house that her parents sold off their homestead, which led to the current situation.
Her parents were helping her brother with child care there.
In that instant, many thoughts rushed through her mind.
Maybe she should go back to Shan Province.
Her throat moved;
finally she said with difficulty, “...then thank you, Xiao Jing.”
For her, the gift was an irresistible temptation.
“No need to thank me. We’ll be family for many years—saying thanks is too formal.”
Lin Muxue’s face flushed;
she looked at Xiao Jing with warmer, sincere eyes.
Having such a generous rich friend wasn’t so bad.
She carefully put the heavy documents away.
The next second, Xiao Jing, like a clingy kitten, hugged her arm and pressed close.
She chattered on, the topic naturally turning to their shared man, Tang Song.
At first it was normal—what Tang Song liked to eat, his preferred colors, little habits...
But the conversation gradually shifted into a different tone.
“...By the way, have you ever tried using your foot...”
“Tang Song brother’s belt...”
“I know there’s a certain prop...”
Lin Muxue’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Listening to Xiao Jing’s shameful taboo topics made her uneasy.
Her carefully cultivated cool and maturity crumbled.
She had a very bad feeling:
Could Xiao Jing have... unusual fetishes?!
If they really ended up sharing a bed...
Oh my god! She couldn’t bear to think about it!
But since she’d accepted the house, she couldn’t bring up awkwardness and had to stammer in embarrassment.
...
November 27, 2023, Monday.
North City Garden.
Before dawn.
Yao Lingling slowly opened her eyes.
Her body still ached.
She sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, picked up her phone, opened WeChat,
and her fingers danced across the screen: “Good morning Makka Pakka, good morning Igubigu, good morning Wusidisi... Sunny today, but very windy...”
—
[Tang Song: “Good morning, beauty Lingling. You got up late today—don’t be late for work.”]
Yao Lingling pouted and typed: “It’s your fault. You were so rough the day before yesterday—my butt still hurts and I can’t sleep well at night.”
After sending it her face heated, thinking of Tang Song spanking her that night;
her heart fluttered.
[Tang Song: “Not healed yet? I don’t believe it. Take a photo.”]
Yao Lingling: “(>
Ⅱ<
) Senior, you’re so bad!”
[Tang Song: Hurry (sticker). Or I’ll check in person when you arrive at the office.]
Red-faced, she replied with a sticker, then got out of bed, put on workout clothes, and went to the living room.
Qiuqiu hadn’t gotten up and wasn’t doing yoga.
Yao Lingling didn’t turn on the lights and walked to the full-length mirror, adjusting the angle.
She turned, lifted her phone, and snapped a photo with a click, sending it.
[Tang Song: “Hm... the light’s too dark—you can’t see clearly. And with pants on, you can’t tell if it’s swollen. Take it off and send a clearer one.”]
Yao Lingling gasped, her face burning, her heart racing.
She stole a glance at Qiuqiu’s tightly closed door.
After hesitating, she gave in.
She pulled her tight workout pants down about ten centimeters to reveal an enticing curve, quickly snapped a photo with her eyes closed, and sent it.
“Oh my god!”
She flopped onto the living room sofa, burying her face in a pillow and squirming, murmuring to herself in broken phrases that were unintelligible.
The ensuing chat was full of ambiguous flirtation.
Tang Song’s messages grew more explicit like flames.
Lingling’s pulse raced faster and faster.
Her chest felt hot and strange thrills rose from deep within.
She was even getting addicted.
After more than ten minutes she went to the bathroom, changed lingerie, and nervously started her daily glute workout.
As someone with the innate “Fitness Holy Body,” her physique was excellent.
After more than a day’s rest she was fully energized.
After training, she made a simple breakfast.
Seeing Qiuqiu’s door still closed, she felt something amiss.
Actually, since returning yesterday afternoon she had noticed Qiuqiu’s mood was off.
But she was so wrapped up in the excitement of being physically close to her senior and feeling unwell, she hadn’t asked.
Thinking it over,
Lingling knocked gently on the master bedroom door.
“Qiuqiu? Are you okay? Are you up?”
“I’m up.” A faint voice replied, and the door clicked open.
Cheng Qiuqiu stood in the doorway looking pale, her pretty eyes rimmed with dark circles.
“What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Lingling asked, alarmed, grabbing her hand.
“I’m fine.” Qiuqiu shook her head, voice hoarse. “Just a bit of insomnia.”
“Why not take a day off and rest?”
Qiuqiu pressed her lips together and her voice dropped: “Lingling, I have a 10 a.m. high-speed train this morning. I’m going back to Rongcheng and might not be back until next week.”
“Huh? Didn’t you say you were leaving on Wednesday?”
“There’s something urgent at home;
I have to go earlier.”
Lingling didn’t press further. She stepped forward and hugged her. “Okay, be careful. Call me if you need anything.”
“Mm.” Qiuqiu looked away and went into the bathroom.
After a tasteless breakfast and seeing Lingling off to work,
Qiuqiu sat in the empty living room and zoned out for a long time.
Then she packed lightly and left with her suitcase.
She took the subway to Yancheng High-Speed Rail Station.
Because of the rush, second-class tickets were sold out;
she bought a first-class seat for 1,200.
She scanned her ID to enter the platform,
stood behind the yellow waiting line, and waited quietly.
Her mind was in chaos.
Although she disliked that woman, upon hearing the woman had been injured and hospitalized, and that years of savings had vanished, she felt a pang of sympathy.
Maybe because the house payment included her father’s death compensation from long ago.
At that moment—
“Cheng Qiuqiu?” A somewhat familiar voice came from beside her.
Qiuqiu snapped back and turned to see a tall, beautiful figure.
She wore a deep-blue cashmere coat over a matching turtleneck knit, her black hair smooth and loose,
no extra accessories, a Prada Galleria handbag in hand, exuding the aura of a powerful female entrepreneur.
It was the female CEO of Weiguang Coffee, Xie Shuyu.