novelraw Chapter 757: Times Square
Chapter 757: Times Square
The echo of the shutter click seemed to still linger in the office.
Caught red-handed while taking a sneak photo.
For Secretary Jin, who always pursued a perfect image, this was nothing short of a Waterloo moment in her career.
But she was, after all, Ms. Smile.
After a moment of fluster, she quickly regained her composure.
She withdrew her phone with extreme naturalness, placing it face down on the armrest, her movements fluid and seamless as if nothing had just happened.
Then, her slender fingers lightly tapped the armrest, and she slightly raised her chin.
Her tone was steady, even carrying a hint of a justifiable, questioning tone: "Assistant Shangguan sent me a message asking if wearing high heels of this height was uncomfortable for my ankles, and if she needed to bring in some medicine to help massage them. I didn't want to type a reply, so I took a photo to send to her, as proof that someone was already handling it."
The excuse was rather clumsy, even somewhat transparent.
But her aura was strong, her gaze firm, as if this were the absolute truth.If one didn't look at her slightly trembling long eyelashes and the somewhat shifting gaze behind her glasses, Tang Song might have actually believed her.
Looking at her adorable appearance as she struggled to maintain her dignity, Tang Song couldn't help but be amused.
He cooperatively nodded. "Is that so? Assistant Shangguan is indeed considerate, even thinking of such details."
"Hmm." Secretary Jin responded reservedly, trying to quickly turn the page on this matter. "Let's continue."
However, the next second, Tang Song's hand, which was holding her stocking-clad beautiful foot, suddenly applied force.
The skill [Healing Hands Adjustment] was quietly triggered.
His fingertips pressed accurately on the most sensitive "Rangu point" on the inner side of the arch of her foot. The force was penetrating but not stagnant, easily passing through the thin layer of silk and acting precisely deep in the acupoint.
"..."
A very light nasal sound escaped from between Secretary Jin's tightly pressed lips.
It was a physiological reflex.
Soreness, numbness, swelling, and an indescribable tingling softness spread upward from her ankle, making her whole body go weak for a moment.
Her originally elegantly crossed legs also instinctively wanted to press together and retract.
But Tang Song's hand was as steady as a rock, firmly holding her slender ankle, not allowing her to retreat an inch.
"Don't move, bear with it. This indicates a severe blockage." Tang Song looked up at her watery, hazy eyes, his voice low and gentle. "It seems Director Jin's issue isn't just from being tired today, but an old ailment accumulated from wearing high heels long-term. Otherwise, your personal assistant wouldn't be so worried, right?"
Secretary Jin pressed her lips together. "...Hmm."
Tang Song spoke with great seriousness: "Coincidentally, I am an expert in this area. Since I'll be staying here for four days, during the upcoming meetings, I'll help Director Jin with a deep treatment course to thoroughly resolve this problem. What do you think?"
Secretary Jin bit her lower lip and didn't speak.
Deep treatment course. Four days.
She looked at the man kneeling on one knee before her.
An unprecedented, strange emotion spread wildly in her heart.
She had never imagined he would kneel at her feet in such a humble posture.
He was so different from the person in her memories.
This sense of contrast made her dizzy.
And even more unable to refuse.
In the end, she could only nod lightly. "Then I'll trouble you, President Tang."
"No trouble at all. As a partner and shareholder, only when Director Jin is physically and mentally content can she create better value."
Tang Song's technique became gentler.
His fingertips slowly pushed across the sole of her foot. A sense of comfort surged like a tide, gradually smoothing over the earlier stimulation.
Secretary Jin closed her eyes, her hands clasped tightly together, trying hard to adjust her breathing and regain her calm, rational self.
A good while passed.
Tang Song's movements slowly stopped.
Just as she thought it was over...
Tang Song's left hand cradled the sole of her foot, while his other hand slowly moved upward along the smooth lines of her calf.
His fingertips passed her ankle without any pause, directly probing into the wide leg of her suit pants.
The black suit pant leg swayed slightly with his movement.
Making an extremely suggestive "rustling" sound.
The fabric of the suit pants blocked the view, but made the sense of touch even more acute.
"President Tang... you..." Secretary Jin's eyes snapped open.
"Ankle pain often stems from tension in the calf muscles pulling on it."
Tang Song's expression remained unchanged, as if conducting an academic discussion.
"If you don't loosen the soleus and gastrocnemius muscles, just massaging the foot is useless. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes 'no pain if the passage is clear.' The entire meridian must be unblocked for qi and blood to flow downward..."
He then began to lecture Secretary Jin on his knowledge of TCM therapy.
But in reality, his entire focus was immersed in the wonderful sensation transmitted through his fingertips.
In the game, his favorite feature of this female secretary was her pair of perfect legs.
And after obtaining the [Feather of Memory], those vivid yet untouchable images made him fantasize even more.
Now, he had finally touched the real thing.
No disappointment. It was even more perfect than imagined.
Secretary Jin's calf lines were a work of art meticulously carved by God, her muscles firm and perfectly proportioned, without an ounce of excess.
The top-quality black stockings were like a second layer of skin, making the touch even more delicate and smooth under their embrace.
As his fingers pressed, the stockings deformed slightly under his fingertips, setting off the snow-white skin beneath, creating a maddening dual assault of visual and tactile impact.
It also filled Tang Song's heart with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
Secretary Jin stopped speaking.
She slightly turned her head, looking out the window at the bustling Manhattan scenery, trying to distract herself.
But her chest was heaving intensely.
That secretive caress, hidden under her formal pants, was making her entire body burn.
The afternoon sun poured in through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, enveloping the two in a haze of golden dust.
In the minimalist office, the atmosphere had become extremely intimate.
At some point, Secretary Jin withdrew her gaze.
She looked down at Tang Song kneeling before her.
From this angle, she could see his high-bridged nose, his slightly lowered long eyelashes, and that handsome face.
His expression was focused and captivating.
Secretary Jin's fingers curled slightly.
"Tang Song..." she murmured abruptly.
Tang Song's hand paused slightly. He looked up at her. "What's wrong? Is something uncomfortable?"
"It's nothing." Secretary Jin raised a hand to tuck the hair by her ear. "I just think... that's enough. There's still a meeting later. I need to go tidy up my appearance."
Before her words finished...
Tang Song suddenly stood up.
His tall shadow instantly enveloped her.
Before she could react, he had already leaned down, placing his hands on the armrests of the leather chair, trapping her between himself and the chair.
"Director Jin is so beautiful, she doesn't need any tidying up." His voice carried a dangerous edge.
Secretary Jin's face flushed slightly, her red lips parting.
Tang Song lowered his head and captured those two rosy lips.
This kiss was filled with a strong sense of possessiveness.
As the kiss deepened, his body kept leaning forward, the sense of pressure growing stronger and stronger.
Secretary Jin was pressed backward, sinking into the soft leather chair, with nowhere left to retreat.
The leather office chair beneath her couldn't withstand this continuous forward force.
"Gulu-lu—"
The casters rolled on the high-grade carpet, emitting a dull sound.
The chair slid backward uncontrollably.
One meter, two meters...
Sunlight on the floor was cut by their shadows.
Until a dull "thud."
The chair back collided with that huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, finally stopping.
Secretary Jin's eyes widened slightly. Her stocking-clad feet instinctively lifted, tightly hooking around the bend of Tang Song's legs.
Black stockings rubbed against deep blue suit pants.
At this moment.
They were suspended 86 floors above the ground, leaning against the transparent glass curtain wall.
Beneath their feet were ant-like streams of traffic and crowds.
Tang Song pressed the Ms. Smile who controlled a trillion-dollar empire beneath him, wantonly plundering her breath and sweetness between her lips and teeth.
He was taking, confirming, declaring sovereignty.
...
In the corridor outside the Managing Director's office.
Shangguan Qiuyas and Sarah stood side by side, discussing in low voices the various details of the upcoming meeting.
As the core area of [Smile Holdings]'s global headquarters, although quiet, it was not deserted.
Groups of suited executives and employees passed by continuously. Seeing the two guarding the door, they would all stop, respectfully nod in greeting, then lighten their steps and leave quickly.
They not only revered these two assistants, but even more so the Director Jin behind that tightly closed door.
In fact, [Smile Holdings] as it had developed to this day was already a behemoth that could no longer be contained by a single headquarters.
It had two beating hearts across the globe.
The headquarters located in the East, in the Imperial Capital, controlled the vast consumer market and supply chain foundation.
And the 30 Hudson Yards beneath their feet at this moment was the group's power center in Europe and America.
It was responsible for global capital operations, liquidity management, and cutting-edge technology mergers and acquisitions. It was the sharpest capital blade in Director Jin's hand.
Therefore, Director Jin traveled frequently between the two locations.
As her right-hand women, Shangguan Qiuyas and Sarah were intimately familiar with every detail here.
After a while.
Shangguan Qiuyas raised her wrist and glanced at that Jaeger-LeCoultre watch.
Thirty minutes had passed.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards that heavy mahogany door.
It was still quiet inside, with no sound coming out.
As the person who knew her boss best, she found it hard to control her wandering thoughts.
"Discussing something"... this discussion seemed to be getting a bit too "heart-to-heart," didn't it?
And given Director Jin's attitude towards President Tang... a man and a woman alone, sharing a private room.
Could they be inside...
Just then, a light yet rhythmic sound of high heels approached, interrupting her thoughts.
Shen Yuyan walked over quickly, holding an electronic schedule.
"Assistant Shangguan, Sarah." She greeted politely, her demeanor proper, neither subservient nor arrogant. "The meeting materials for this afternoon have been confirmed by President Tang's side. Luna and I are temporarily free. I'd like to confirm again, is there anything on Director Jin's side that requires our cooperation?"
Shangguan Qiuyas looked at the fresh, pretty, and increasingly capable Shen Yuyan before her, her eyes flickering slightly.
Just as Director Jin had said, Shen Yuyan was a smart person.
Unlike that Lin Muxue, whose mind was unsettled and still wavering due to fear.
Shen Yuyan had ambition and, more importantly, knew how to assess the situation.
She knew who to align with and how to please whom.
Thinking of this, Shangguan Qiuyas couldn't help but secretly admire her own boss's methods.
With Director Jin's vision and magnanimity, why would she specifically call these two women to her side for some low-level "main wife versus mistress" drama?
She genuinely wanted to cultivate two assistants for President Tang who understood the rules, were loyal, and had outstanding abilities.
After all, as the platform President Tang stood on grew larger, the people around him would also increase.
Especially with the upcoming Tangjin Family Office.
As his close confidants, even a small mistake could potentially lead to a huge butterfly effect.
There must be people who could both get things done and understand the bigger picture.
Of course, regarding that Assistant Lin, Director Jin did harbor some intentions to keep her in check.
After all, the other's work was too special, not only handling private affairs but also managing the most private Tangjin Estate.
This kind of influence permeating every aspect of life, if lacking a sense of reverence, could easily breed unwarranted ambition.
Director Jin's previous coldness was precisely to tighten the spell on her, to temper her nature.
However...
Shangguan Qiuyas glanced at that tightly closed mahogany door, a knowing smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
With the incident of the listening device, Director Jin had already logically moved into [The T.J. Suite].
All these seemed unimportant now.
Having figured this out, Shangguan Qiuyas's expression became even more professional and gentle.
"Assistant Shen, after the first day's public agenda concludes tonight, you and Assistant Lin don't need to rush to leave. Stay here on standby."
"After each day's main conference concludes, the executive committee members and heads of core departments will hold a 'closed-door review meeting.' The content is not publicly disclosed, mainly involving deep dissection of the day's topics, verification of sensitive data, and fine-tuning of the next day's strategic direction."
She paused, looking meaningfully at Shen Yuyan.
"Director Jin has specially approved allowing you two to attend as observers and be responsible for organizing and archiving the meeting minutes. This is a rare learning opportunity that will let you see the logic behind decisions."
Shen Yuyan's eyes lit up brightly. "Understood! We will definitely be attentive!"
Just then—
"Click—"
The heavy mahogany door was pulled open.
The conversation among the three women abruptly stopped as they all turned their heads.
The door opened, and a tall, straight figure walked out.
"President Tang!" "President Tang!"
Tang Song gave a slight nod and stepped out.
He adjusted his cuffs, his expression composed, his whole person radiating a kind of high-spirited charm.
Under the influence of [Mist Gentleman], he appeared particularly elegant and free-spirited.
Shen Yuyan straightened up and glanced at Tang Song.
She was slightly taken aback.
On the originally clean corner of Tang Song's mouth, there was a faint, glossy smear of lip color.
She could also faintly smell a cool, high-end perfume scent from him.
Looking again at that tightly closed door and Tang Song's slightly disheveled hair...
Shen Yuyan's heart skipped a beat. She quickly lowered her head, staring fixedly at her own toes, not daring to let any emotion show.
This was... truly insane.
Who would have thought that a woman like Director Jin...
In this office representing the highest authority, during this half-hour before the meeting...
They were actually being intimate inside.
When Tang Song walked past her, she proactively followed by his side, taking a wet wipe from her bag and handing it to him.
Her tone was as normal as ever: "President Tang, Luna has prepared a lounge for you. There's still half an hour before the afternoon meeting starts. You can go rest for a while."
"Hmm, thank you for your hard work." Tang Song took the wet wipe and, following her line of sight, wiped the corner of his mouth.
In the corridor, soon only the sound of their footsteps remained.
"President Tang, there's also a private matter. Ziming just sent a message saying he knew you were in a meeting and didn't dare disturb you. He asked me to thank you on his behalf. He said the investment review for [Tiancheng Capital] has passed, and CFIUS just withdrew its investigation."
"I know." Tang Song wasn't surprised by this, his expression calm.
In fact, he had just casually mentioned it to Ms. Sloan yesterday.
And as a result, it directly influenced the Committee on Foreign Investment in the United States.
This was the taste of top-tier power.
No man could remain unmoved by it.
Then, as if remembering something, he stopped and turned to Shen Yuyan. "You can ask Ziming if he's interested in changing his work environment. [Rongliu Capital], [Jingwu Capital], or the CVC under [Smile Holdings] are all options. Have him think it over carefully and hand over his current work. For specifics, I'll find time to have a drink and chat with him after I return to Yancheng."
"Alright, I will convey that."
Shen Yuyan nodded, noting it down, a flash of admiration in her eyes.
In her view, Tang Song at this moment was truly nearly perfect.
Young and handsome, immensely powerful, mild-tempered, elegant in demeanor.
And he still retained that nostalgic warmth.
His treatment of those around him could be described as extravagantly generous.
As for being amorous?
Hah.
For a man at his level, could this even be called a flaw?
It was even a privilege that the strong rightfully enjoyed.
To be chosen by him was itself a form of fortune.
She was willing to give everything to obtain his love.
...
Time accelerated.
The afternoon meeting progressed in a tense and highly efficient atmosphere.
Without the grand waves of the morning, it focused more on specific execution and implementation.
When the final agenda item concluded and Secretary Jin announced the adjournment...
The sky outside the window had already been dyed a brilliant purple-red by the setting sun.
Night fell, and the lights of Manhattan came on.
This city that never sleeps was about to welcome its most enchanting moment.
After a round of enthusiastic farewells, the shareholder representatives departed one by one.
Secretary Jin stood at the forefront of the crowd.
At this moment, the commanding authority and rational beauty she possessed as the helmsman were displayed to the utmost.
Her expression was focused, her gaze clear and cool.
"Mr. Tang, goodbye."
Tang Song's steps paused slightly. Using the motion of adjusting his clothes, he slightly turned, speaking in a low, quick voice only she could hear: "Waiting for you at home."
She didn't look up, nor did she respond.
But the moment Tang Song turned to leave, the rims of her ears were tinged with an extremely faint blush.
Returning to [The T.J. Suite] at The Plaza.
Tang Song went straight to the walk-in closet.
He took off that set of [Mist Gentleman] suit with its oppressive aura.
His whole body finally relaxed.
He simply washed up.
Coming to the domed study, he sat down on the sofa.
He first took out his phone, responding one by one to the messages from his "wings."
Then, he picked up the tablet, opening the "First Day Shareholders' Meeting Minutes" that Shen Yuyan had just sent.
His fingertips slid across the screen.
Looking at those densely packed data, subsidiary company lists, and business nodes spread across the globe...
Tang Song's heart surged once more.
When his Charm value reached 80, he had obtained 5% of the equity in [Smile Holdings].
Only today, being in the midst of it, witnessing firsthand the operation of this behemoth, hearing its roar with his own ears...
Did he truly touch the weight and warmth of this authority.
This feeling of exhilaration was more intense than any words could convey.
An unknown amount of time passed.
"Ding dong—" A WeChat notification sound interrupted his thoughts.
[Shangguan Qiuyas: "President Tang, Director Jin's review meeting has ended early. We are on our way back to the hotel and expect to arrive in about 15 minutes."]
Tang Song subconsciously glanced at the wall clock.
7:30 PM.
According to the original plan, that closed-door review meeting involving CEOs from global regions was supposed to last until at least nine o'clock.
Clearly, the workaholic known as Ms. Smile had her mind completely off work tonight.
The so-called review meeting was probably just her making an appearance, delivering a few admonishments, and then hastily concluding.
She was in a hurry to return.
In a hurry to see him.
Tang Song replied with a "Good."
Then he stood up and went to the walk-in closet again.
Pressing a button, the bulletproof glass display cabinet slowly slid open.
His gaze fell on the other side, on that set of clothes with soft tones, as if carrying the warmth of a winter sun.
He took them out and began to put them on.
He had been in New York for several days now and had never truly experienced the charm of this city that never sleeps.
Tonight, taking a walk with his dear Secretary Jin was undoubtedly an excellent choice.
He enjoyed every moment with her and wanted her to feel his sincerity.
And, incidentally, let her experience the joy of an embrace.
...
"Click—"
The entrance door was pushed open.
Secretary Jin walked in alone.
She changed into slippers, her expression carrying a trace of imperceptible fatigue and haste.
Just as she entered the living room, her steps abruptly halted.
Not far away, Tang Song stood there, quietly looking at her.
He had changed into casual clothes. The light gray overcoat had a soft texture, and the mist-white high-neck cashmere sweater inside emitted a warm, soft glow.
Under the special effect bonus of [Outfit - Snowfall Morning Light], the contours of his face became exceptionally soft and clear.
His handsome features seemed to have a soft-focus filter added, his original sharpness and mystery completely receding, replaced by a clean, ethereal, and extremely healing warmth.
His aura was ethereal and pure, like the morning light after the first snow.
The light spilled over him, making him look like a first-love youth capable of melting ice and snow.
Secretary Jin's heart skipped a beat.
Even for her, who didn't care much about appearances, she was stunned for a moment.
An inexplicable emotion spread in her chest, dispelling all fatigue.
"Director Jin, off work?" Tang Song's voice was as smooth as jade.
Secretary Jin snapped back to reality, trying hard to maintain her surface reserve as she placed her briefcase aside.
"Efficiency is the core of management. Since the general direction is set, the details can be left to those below to execute."
"Is that so? Not because of any other reason?"
"Heh." Secretary Jin chuckled lightly, not answering directly. She looked around, her gaze finally returning to him, her eyes softening. "President Tang, dressed like this, are you planning to go out?"
"Not going out. I was waiting for you."
"Waiting for me?"
"Yes." Tang Song took a few steps closer, looking at her. "Welcome home, Secretary Jin."
Hearing the word "home"...
Secretary Jin took a deep breath, her gaze becoming lowered and gentle.
Tang Song's hand naturally landed on her waist, changing the subject: "Since it's still early, would you like to go out for a walk?"
"Where to?"
"Times Square." Tang Song looked into her eyes, his tone sincere. "I don't know much about New York. Besides Wall Street and the hotel, I haven't really explored. I'd like to see this 'Crossroads of the World'... consider it... investigating the business environment? I wonder if I have the honor to invite Director Jin to accompany me."
"Times Square..."
Secretary Jin murmured to herself, seeming somewhat surprised.
That was a tourist hotspot, noisy, crowded, not a place she and he would typically frequent.
The two of them had come to New York many times, but always for work. They had never even been to any places suitable for relaxation.
Seeing the expectant look in Tang Song's eyes, she suddenly raised her chin and smiled slightly. "Alright. But I need to change clothes. Please wait a moment, President Tang."
"Hmm, go ahead."
Given Secretary Jin's current status, if she appeared directly, even at night, it could likely cause quite a commotion.
After all, in this city, she was also a recognizable figure.
Ten minutes later.
A refreshed Secretary Jin appeared before him.
She had changed into a deep black, long, belted overcoat with simple, elegant tailoring. A thick plaid cashmere scarf was wrapped around her neck, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.
Most notably, a pair of black-framed flat glasses rested on the bridge of her nose.
Tang Song recognized it instantly. This was a special prop he had once given her: [Secretary Jin's Black-Framed Glasses].
It could greatly conceal one's aura, change one's temperament, and lower one's presence.
It was the same type of prop as his and Su Yu's [Baseball Cap].
At this moment, Secretary Jin had shed all her sharpness and severity.
She looked gentle, homely, even carrying a hint of intellectual, scholarly air.
Like an academic who had just graduated from university, or a low-profile scholar.
Speaking of which, she truly came from a scholarly family.
Both her parents were well-known scholars in the field of economics. She herself was quite accomplished in macroeconomics, having published many significant papers.
This was her most authentic, and also least seen, side.
Tang Song walked up to her, gently straightening the tassels of her scarf.
Looking at that face, beautiful even when obscured by the black-framed glasses, he couldn't help but kiss her cheek.
"Secretary Jin is truly beautiful."
"Let's go." Secretary Jin habitually smoothed the stray hair by her ear, masking her shyness. "It's about a kilometer and a bit from here to Times Square. Shall we walk?"
"Perfect."
The two avoided the main entrance, exiting from the apartment's side door and blending into the Manhattan winter night streets.
No bodyguards, no motorcade.
Just him and her.
Walking south along Fifth Avenue.
New York at this time was immersed in a strong Christmas atmosphere.
The trees lining the streets were wrapped in starry, dotted string lights.
The windows of Cartier and Tiffany displayed dreamlike holiday scenes, attracting passersby to stop and look.
Although the weather was cold, the streets were still bustling, filled with holiday cheer.
Tang Song didn't speak, just very naturally took Secretary Jin's hand, tucking it together with his own into the warm pocket of his overcoat.
This was, after all, clothing with special effects, maintaining a constant temperature and comfort.
Secretary Jin's fingers moved slightly in his palm, then she gave a light laugh, obediently leaning closer to him, shoulder against shoulder.
They walked like the most ordinary couple, strolling along the bustling streets.
They passed Rockefeller Center. That world-famous giant Christmas tree was already lit, tens of thousands of colored lights twinkling in the night, the Swarovski crystal star at its top shining brilliantly.
On the skating rink, couples and children skated happily, their laughter carrying far.
The two stopped to watch for a while, as if sharing in this simple joy.
Continuing south, then turning onto Broadway.
The surrounding lights grew brighter, the crowds denser.
Huge LED screens began to dominate their vision, the glow of neon lights illuminating the night sky as if it were daytime.
Finally, they stood at the center of Times Square.
The Crossroads of the World.
Various languages, skin tones, and smiling faces moved around them.
Countless massive billboards flashed overhead: Nasdaq indices, Broadway shows, the latest fashion blockbusters...
A riot of colors, a boiling cacophony.
Tourists from all over the world took photos here, hugged, marveled.
Secretary Jin stopped walking.
Her hands in her overcoat pockets, she slightly raised her head, looking at this scene of extreme prosperity before her.
The night wind tousled her brown hair.
The neon lights and shadows flowed across her black-framed glasses, as if the entire world's splendor had fallen into her eyes.
But at this moment.
She was a scenery that belonged solely to Tang Song.
Tang Song took a small step forward. In the noisy Times Square, without any hesitation, he opened his arms and tightly embraced her entire person from behind.
His chest was broad and warm, closely fitting against her graceful back.
The limited special effect "Dream Boost" of [Snowfall Morning Light] instantly activated.
An indescribable sense of peace and warmth, following his embrace, poured into Secretary Jin's body.
Instantly dispelling the biting cold wind of the New York winter night.
"At the Crossroads of the World, my direction is only you, dear Ms. Smile."
Secretary Jin's body stiffened slightly, as if struck in the deepest part of her heart.
She let out a soft sigh.
Turning sideways, she looked up, her gaze passing over the collar of his overcoat to Tang Song who was so close.
Neon lights danced on her black-framed glasses like colorful stars.
She looked at Tang Song, her red lips parting slightly, as if wanting to respond with something.
However—
Just as her voice was about to emerge.
"Whoa—!!!"
The surrounding crowd of tourists, previously busy with their own activities and photos, suddenly erupted into a massive wave of gasps and cheers.
The sound wave surged like a tide, instantly drowning out her whisper.
Immediately after, an extremely brilliant light instantly illuminated the figures of the two embracing.
The two subconsciously looked up, towards the front.
Their pupils were instantly filled with purple light.
At the most central position of the entire square.
The dozens-of-meters-high Nasdaq curved giant screen, the entire wall-sized vertical screen, even the LED matrices on several surrounding skyscrapers...
All the content on the screens simultaneously went dark, then was brutally occupied by the same face, the same color.
The image flashed as if breathing.
Finally settling into a breathtakingly beautiful face of an Eastern woman.
—Su Yu.
She wore a red backless evening gown, looking back over her shoulder with a smile, her eyes sparkling. That charm capable of toppling nations was amplified countless times by the giant screen.
Beside her photo was a massive bilingual caption in Chinese and English:
[SUYU Global Birthday Celebration]
[The Countdown Begins]
[Paris · Waiting for You]
Light and shadow flowed, the red dress like fire.
The entire Times Square briefly lost its voice because of her appearance.