novelraw Chapter 805: Let’s Go!
Chapter 805: Let’s Go!
Dongguan, Film Base · InterContinental Holiday Hotel.
In the executive suite, the heavy curtains were tightly drawn.
Under the dim yellow room light, the atmosphere felt frozen.
"Tap, tap, tap—"
A somewhat hurried set of footsteps echoed back and forth across the carpeted room.
On the tea table, a bouquet of Ecuadorian rainbow roses, delivered this noon, was blooming gorgeously, petals edged with droplets, a faint fragrance lingering.
Beside the bouquet lay a gilt-embossed invitation card.
Bei Yuwei stopped, staring at that invitation, her face unusually ugly.
These past two days had been pure torment for her.
This time she finally felt, in a visceral way, what chain reaction refusing the industry’s “unspoken rules” could trigger.Although Tang Entertainment stood behind her, and no one openly dared to touch her, Zhou Ran, whose face had been publicly snubbed, had no intention of letting her off.
Her good friend Lin Keke’s third female role had officially been canceled; the crew offered a high-minded reason.
Of course Lin Keke could use the contract to defend her rights and demand compensation or breach damages.
But how could she dare?
Doing so would be basically digging her own grave; she would never be able to survive in this circle again.
As a rising actress who exploded into fame from one show and who desperately wanted to climb higher, Bei Yuwei long understood she couldn’t rely on luck.
She had always been good at handling things, cultivating connections, and trying to groom and promote people she trusted to build her own little circle.
This time, aside from Lin Keke, she’d arranged some actors she had decent ties with for minor roles.
As a result, today all those people received “role adjustments” notices.
It was Zhou Ran slapping her face in public while protecting the dignity of a rich heir.
After all, he had pursued her loudly, only to be refused by her again and again—she wouldn’t even accept a private dinner invitation.
"Yuwei..." Lin Keke, who had been hunched in the corner of the sofa, finally couldn’t help but speak. Her voice trembled: "If it really won’t work, let’s let it go? It’s just a few hours of golf and a meal... just put on a show, you don’t have to actually agree to anything, and if you don’t accept him he can’t do anything to you."
"Impossible!" Bei Yuwei snapped, stopping in her tracks. She turned to her friend, her voice sharp with agitation.
"Wh-why?" Lin Keke shrank her neck inward, utterly puzzled.
In the entertainment industry, these surface performances, playing along, giving face—this is common.
Even top-tier stars sometimes have to play these social games.
From a struggling small actor’s viewpoint, being invited by a wealthy heir like Zhou Ran is a resource—something many would kill for.
Bei Yuwei inhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling, but she couldn’t explain it to her friend.
Lin Keke didn’t understand.
Offending a Zhou Ran might at worst block some resources, but her personal safety and foundation wouldn’t be at stake.
But if she were tied to him—even just with the hollow title of "female companion"—and that rumor reached Tang Song and Su Yu, the nature of the matter would change entirely.
She had barely passed Su Yu’s threshold and secured the dream endorsement and a certain quiet approval.
If Tang Song got the impression she was entangled with other men, then all her previous efforts and sacrifices could be wiped away.
That would truly be a roadblock to all future deals.
And since last midnight, the scandalous press releases online about her and Zhou Ran made her genuinely frightened.
The "rich heir and popular actress" pairing gives so many angles for hype and speculation, its destructive force is enormous.
Bei Yuwei had no choice but to immediately contact the company, asking her manager Bing to report to their backer President Mo, hoping they could squash the matter quickly.
All her hopes now hinged on the company taking her seriously and helping her get out of this mess.
Lin Keke stood up to try and offer more comfort.
"Beep—"
The door clicked as someone swiped a card.
Manager Bing, drenched in sweat, pushed the door open. Relief brightened her face: "Yuwei, good news! The company PR rushed to handle it—those rumors about you and Zhou Ran have been completely wiped from the web. They moved fast and cleaned it thoroughly."
"That’s a relief... that’s a relief..."
Bei Yuwei’s taut body finally loosened, and she let out a long breath. The heart lodged in her throat eased a little.
So the company did care; President Mo had stepped in to protect her.
Lin Keke’s eyes shone with envy.
Is this Tang Entertainment’s power?
Less than half an hour had passed, and this kind of flip-the-world capital power felt like a myth to a low-level actress fretting over a minor part.
However, before she could fully sink into relief, Bei Yuwei suddenly remembered something.
She grabbed Bing’s arm, urgently asking:
"What about tomorrow’s event? What did the company say? Any instruction from President Mo or upstairs?"
The smile on Bing’s face stiffened; she shook her head helplessly:
"Nothing for now. PR only handled the public opinion. For tomorrow’s business event, there were no specific orders from above. They only emphasized one point: no matter what happens, the signing ceremony with Songmei Apparel must proceed smoothly."
Bei Yuwei’s hand fell limp; she slumped back on the sofa, her heart sinking to the bottom again.
Zhou Ran’s invitation was nothing but a politely worded pressure tactic, a nauseating jab.
She could of course ignore it and refuse to be his companion.
But the golf event itself was unavoidable.
It was a crew collective schedule, a requirement from the funding side and Tang Yi Precision. In this circle, no artist could refuse a function of that level.
Tang Song and Zhou Ran were both going to be there.
One was the secret backer she’d painstakingly tried to attach herself to but never dared to test his true feelings.
The other was an industrial scion trying every way to push her into the unspoken.
In a fame-driven world where even a sneeze had to be measured, she really didn’t know what could happen.
She knew her standing all too well.
In Tang Song’s mind, what was she?
Perhaps just the little star who had once thrown herself at him for advancement, now someone to relieve boredom and endorse products.
How much genuine feeling did he have for her? Would he protect her?
She had no clue.
And with Hengke Group’s position backing Zhou Ran, although Tang Song was powerful in entertainment, would he truly be willing to cross paths with such an industrial heir over a little lover?
If Tang Song thought she was a troublemaker, a woman who attracted flattery and scandal...
She might not only lose her current position but fall even further than before.
After thinking it through, this was a dead end.
Bei Yuwei was helpless. She bit her pale lip, raised her hand:
"Xiao Tao, give me my phone."
Xiao Tao immediately handed over her personal phone.
Watching her slightly trembling finger hover over the screen, Manager Bing, who had been silent, couldn’t help but hesitate: "Yuwei, are you going to contact President Tang directly? Try to change the signing location?"
Bei Yuwei nodded, but her finger hesitated, unwilling to press.
"I think you shouldn’t." Bing sighed, speaking earnestly: "He will definitely learn about those swept-under-the-rug rumors and will know about the crew’s situation. The more you do, the more mistakes you might make. Be cautious. People at that level hate trouble."
Those words were like a bucket of cold water, snuffing out all of Bei Yuwei’s impulse.
She clenched her teeth, inhaled, and remained silent.
Her finger hovered above his avatar for a long time, and finally fell powerless; she tossed the phone aside.
No.
Men are animals with strong pride and control urges.
Especially a young tycoon like Tang Song who sits atop the clouds—and he’s Su Yu’s boyfriend.
As Bing said, if he learned the truth, the consequences could be worse.
The best way would be to meet him before entering the venue and speak face-to-face—be tactful, humble, soothe him first, try to prevent his anger.
Sighing, Bei Yuwei leaned back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, overwhelmed by helplessness.
Lin Keke, still huddled nearby, gradually began to piece things together.
President Tang?
She instinctively glanced at Bei Yuwei, then at Xiao Tao and Manager Bing’s guarded expressions.
A stunning realization floated up in her mind.
No wonder Yuwei, who had no background after sudden stardom, could still secure such top-tier resources and be so fiercely protected by a giant like Tang Entertainment.
No wonder Yuwei was eager to distance herself from Mr. Zhou even at the risk of offending him.
So Yuwei already had a backer!
Who exactly was that "President Tang"?
...
Meanwhile, Yangcheng.
Tianhe District, Smart Chain Future Technology Co., Ltd.
In a bright, spacious meeting room, a projector cast complex algorithm models and data charts onto the screen.
"President Gao, based on our latest Spirit Resonance large model, we can deep-learn all of Songmei Apparel’s past viral short videos and images..."
The project lead from Smart Chain Future gestured with an excited laser pointer at the screen:
"The system can auto-generate thousands of IP-consistent scripts and automatically edit clips. In the test environment, our AIGC content production efficiency increased by 600%, while customer acquisition cost dropped by 40%..."
Gao Mengting sat at the head, pen in hand, eyes fixed on the jumping numbers.
She wore a high-quality white shirt with a casual jacket, looking intellectual and capable, yet emitting a soft warmth.
Seeing such astonishing test data, an excited smile crept onto her face.
This collaboration was progressing extremely smoothly, even more so than the earlier connection with Yimai Technology, and the projected outcomes were more tangible.
With Songmei Apparel’s double-eleven and double-twelve successes and Heyi’s breakout, they’d completed a preliminary shift from "traffic-driven" to "brand-driven."
But Tang Song’s blueprint for Songmei Apparel was to turn it into a "new-style fashion group."
To achieve that, traditional, labor-dependent content creation and marketing would become massive bottlenecks and cost centers.
What Smart Chain Future offered was the perfect antidote.
Their AIGC tech could deeply integrate Nebula International Group’s huge industry database with Songmei Apparel’s frontline user behavior data.
That means every seeding copy, each short-video script, even every social media interaction would be more precise, efficient, and individually tailored.
This would not only cut costs and raise efficiency, but transform marketing from physical labor into an intellectual core competency.
Add the flexible supply chain being co-built with Huashang Apparel, and a complete closed loop—brand, product, capital, even technology—was taking shape.
Songmei Apparel would finally shake off dependence on a single top influencer and build a real brand moat.
"Not just online..."
Gao Mengting’s thoughts followed the PPT.
Only two days ago she’d secured a prime spot at Yangcheng’s K11 Shopping Center.
Combined with the core locations in Modu, Hangcheng, and the flagship in Yancheng’s prime area, HEYISTUDIO’s first round of offline layouts in first-tier cities was complete.
The lease terms were excellent—some far below market with business concessions.
Her partner really did have long vision!
Thinking of Tang Song, Gao Mengting lifted her fair wrist to check the time.
He’d said his flight would land at 3:30 PM.
To have time to pick him up, she had pulled the whole team into a nonstop day, barely resting at lunch, and had basically finalized the cooperation’s main direction.
Once he arrived and they checked the Yangcheng shop locations, the work would be nearly done.
Then they could have more private time.
The private thought warmed her, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks.
Ever since he’d gone abroad, they hadn’t met for a long time.
She didn’t crave constant physical presence; she enjoyed soulful and intellectual resonance.
But over time longing accumulates, and the body quietly yearns for intimate solace.
"The plan is constructive; the direction is fully approved by me." She lifted her head, wearing a gentle professional smile. "For the specific interface details and development schedule, let the technical teams meet again to finalize. Thanks for your hard work—everyone didn’t properly rest at lunch. That’s it for today’s meeting."
The meeting officially ended.
Gao Mengting packed her notes and laptop and walked out.
The corridor was carpeted thickly, muffling the sound of high heels; everything was unusually quiet.
Yet after only a few steps, a very familiar silhouette flashed into her view.
Gao Mengting halted abruptly.
She turned to the lounge area.
That figure seemed to have a soft filter around him.
He stood there with his arms crossed, a tender smile in his brow, quietly watching her.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the huge glass wall, outlining his tall, slender silhouette and chiseled features.
He had an effortless relaxation and composure; just standing there made him an impossible-to-ignore scene.
Gao Mengting froze, then a wave of uncontrollable delight crossed her face.
She practically ran a few steps to him, her voice bubbling with disbelief and joy: "Tang Song? How... why are you here?"
"Surprised, partner?" Tang Song smiled.
Gao Mengting burst into a soft laugh and lightly tapped his chest, playfully scolding: "Childish."
Though she teased, her eyes were full of tender shyness.
"How did the meeting go?" Tang Song asked.
"Very smoothly. I’ll clean up the collaboration plan and test data and send it to your inbox."
"Emm..." Tang Song looked at her, winked, and pointed to a small room with a sign that read "VIP Negotiation Room." "Why don’t we go chat in the room next door? Give me a quick verbal report now so I can address any issues immediately. After all, I’m a shareholder."
Gao Mengting’s heart skipped.
She murmured agreement, her cheeks flushing.
They moved with tacit understanding toward the opposite negotiation area.
Inside was a private space with just one sofa set and a tea table.
Gao Mengting followed and gently closed the door behind her.
Before Tang Song could turn or speak, Gao Mengting stepped forward, wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, rose onto tiptoe, and pressed a decisive kiss to his lips.
"Mmm—"
It was a searing, slightly desperate, almost uncontrolled kiss.
She shed all restraint, unabashedly unleashing her longing and devotion.
Their lips and teeth tangled; her body pressed close, trembling, her breath hot and wet.
She murmured into his ear:
"I missed you... I really missed you..."
Fiery and sincere, without affectation.
Tang Song’s teasing light softened; every jest transformed into a primal response as he returned the kiss with force.
He felt some guilt.
Because of the Growth Plan mission, Songmei Apparel had barely paused.
As president, he handled direction and strategy, while the brand department—and much of the execution—was Gao Mengting’s domain.
His partner had truly worked too hard.
In the cramped negotiation room, the air ignited, leaving only the rapid mingling of their breaths.
After a moment, Gao Mengting gently pushed him but did not pull away.
She stared directly at him, tracing his brow bone with a fingertip, and whispered into his ear: "Are you ready now?"
"Leading the question, are you ready?" he teased.
"Playing dumb back at me."
"Heh, so what shall we do?"
"What do you say?"
Tang Song shook his head, feigning conflict: "We agreed to go to K11 this afternoon to check the new store site. The schedule is tight."
Gao Mengting didn’t pull back; instead she leaned in and barely kissed the corner of his mouth.
Then she pressed her ear to his and, in the gentlest tone, said:
"My body is like the lover in Duras’s novels—already familiar with your route yet still surging every time you dock. Now, Captain, are you ready?"
Tang Song’s heartbeat sped; a rush of heat climbed his spine to his crown.
It had to be said—when this partner got sentimental, her flirtation was deadlier than any blunt seduction.
"I wonder how many minutes you can hold out this time! Let’s go!"