novelraw Chapter 812: The Noble Lady’s Invitation
Chapter 812: The Noble Lady’s Invitation
The moment the embrace happened.
The vast viewing area seemed to have been muted.
The whispers, speculations, and polite greetings that had been lingering in the air all vanished.
In the world, it seemed only the rustling sound of the breeze brushing over the tips of the putting green grass remained.
A touch, then separation.
Ouyang Xianyue took a half-step back.
The movement was elegant and composed, returning to the proper social distance.
Her face still wore that flawless, dignified, and reserved expression, her eyes clear and bright.
As if that brief, warm moment just now was merely a mirage caused by the sunlight.
But the gazes of everyone present underwent a drastic change simultaneously.Shock.
It was a shock akin to witnessing a mountain bow its head or a river flow backwards.
You must understand, that was Ouyang Xianyue!
The helmswoman of Tang Yi Precision, the Ms. Ouyang who, after losing her husband in the prime of her youth, single-handedly propped up a vast commercial empire.
For so many years, aside from a very few close female friends, there had never been any rumors of her having intimate contact with any man, not even a ceremonial hug like this.
The media relished discussing her purity, elegance, and grace.
The industry stood in awe of her dedication to serving the nation, her focus on industry and technology, her vision, and her achievements.
Her image had long been tightly bound with "impeccable private virtue" and "unattainable heights."
But now, she had actually taken the initiative to step forward, to open her arms, and embrace a young man?
And in such a public setting.
Those present were no ordinary people. At their level, they understood all too well the political implications behind such body language.
This was no longer merely an elder's courtesy or patronage towards a junior.
This was a gaze of equals, a form of respect.
Even faintly hinting at an intimate relationship that transcended mere business cooperation.
Coupled with the thought of the extraordinary treatment Tang Song received upon his arrival earlier,
In the crowd, glances were exchanged frantically, undercurrents surging violently in everyone's hearts.
Silent information spread and amplified exponentially.
Everyone was re-evaluating the weight of this young "President Tang."
Not far away, Bei Yuwei, struggling to maintain her composure, looked at the esteemed Ms. Ouyang, then at Tang Song in front of her.
Her fingers trembled uncontrollably.
Only at this moment did she finally snap completely out of the dreamlike state induced by the earlier "luxury car entrance," undergoing a complete cognitive restructuring.
She finally understood what kind of celestial being she had desperately gambled on finding as her "patron" back then.
He was, in the truest sense, a capital titan standing at the very apex of the world's pyramid.
Before this level, the so-called entertainment circle, the so-called top-tier celebrities, even the fame she was so proud of...
In his world, it might truly be insignificant.
She had a vague intuition.
Perhaps even that radiant Miss Su Yu was, in his eyes, merely a lover.
Perhaps even the entire Tang Entertainment was just a little toy he casually played with.
And she, in a daze, had actually formed a substantial bond with such a formidable figure.
An almost absurd sense of luck, mixed with immense trepidation and unreality, made her whole body feel slightly weak.
In her mind, the scene from the Shangri-La Hotel suite in Wushan uncontrollably surfaced again.
His smiling words, "Bei Yuwei, I really like you."
And her own decisive binding statement: "You said it yourself. From now on, I am your woman. If anyone bullies me again, I'll use your name!"
It was precisely because of that experience that she always held a sliver of conviction—Tang Song would protect her.
That's why she dared to completely break ties with Young Master Zhou.
But back then, she thought he was merely a secretive, well-connected shareholder of Tang Entertainment.
She had never imagined the world he inhabited was so vast and boundless.
Young Master Zhou Ran being intercepted at the check-in this morning... was probably also because of him.
Bei Yuwei gently bit her lower lip, an indescribably complex tide of emotions surging in her heart.
...
The air began to flow again, but the atmosphere was already different.
Ouyang Xianyue personally accompanied Tang Song. She maintained a warm, graceful, and dignified smile on her face.
Her pace was unhurried, maintaining an appropriate parallel distance with Tang Song, yet always with a subtle half-step difference.
Her posture was full of unspoken solemnity and high regard.
The atmosphere on-site instantly elevated due to her formal inclusion, becoming more solemn and ceremonial.
Everyone's gaze focused on the two of them. Conversations were deliberately hushed, creating a reverent silence.
Relying on his superior memory, Tang Song precisely associated every person here with the corresponding executive profiles in his mind.
Half a month ago, he had received detailed files on the middle and senior management of [Xuanji Optical World].
Now, he had matched every name, position, and career history to the real faces before him, fully preparing for the upcoming in-depth interactions.
10:15 AM.
The tee-off ceremony began on time.
A senior vice president of Tang Yi Precision took the stage, delivering a brief speech welcoming the assembled elites from various fields and outlining the core purpose of this "Xuanji Industry Ecosystem Exchange Event": to promote cross-border integration and explore the cutting-edge future.
After the speech, the ceremony reached its climax.
Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue were simultaneously invited to the center of the symbolic Hole 1 tee platform.
Two senior caddies, dressed in crisp, professional golf attire and wearing snow-white gloves, approached them, each holding an exquisite tray lined with black velvet.
On the trays were placed commemorative edition golf balls engraved with the event's exclusive logo and exquisite golf clubs with name initials printed on the grips.
Every detail exuded prestige.
Tang Song took the club prepared for him, feeling its weight and balance in his hand. His movements were natural and skilled, without any hint of unfamiliarity.
In fact, after receiving the event invitation, he had taken some time for targeted practice.
Given his current system-optimized physical fitness, neural reactions, and coordination, mastering the core techniques of this type of sport was almost effortless.
He stood firm, feet shoulder-width apart, his body's center of gravity steadily sinking.
Lift the club, turn the shoulders, draw back, swing down, contact the ball, follow through—
The entire motion was fluid and seamless, done in one breath.
The small white ball traced a beautiful, powerful arc, speeding towards the distant green, landing in an excellent spot.
Immediately after, Ouyang Xianyue stepped forward to complete her honorary tee-off.
Her swing posture was extremely professional and elegant, clearly the result of long-term, rigorous practice. Every angle and application of force was controlled perfectly, combining power with the unique graceful beauty of a woman. It was a textbook-level demonstration.
"Whoosh—"
Symbolic yet extremely warm applause erupted simultaneously in the viewing area, lasting for a long time.
The golf club event officially began.
...
Deep within the Olazabal Course, beside the green of a certain emerald fairway.
Jiang Yourong stood quietly on the soft maintenance area grass at the edge of the green, holding a dark leather tablet case in her hand, her gaze fixed intently on the group ahead.
Besides Ms. Ouyang Xianyue and Tang Song, the group included two other gentlemen.
One was [Xuanji Optical World]'s Chief Operating Officer (COO), Zhang Heng, a capable, pragmatic middle-aged man. He was the highest operational leader of the company, reporting directly to CEO Tang Song, overseeing daily operations, driving business implementation, optimizing organizational efficiency, and ensuring precise processes.
The other was [Tangjin Family Office]'s core advisory committee member, Liang Shixun, a scholarly elder with a refined temperament, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, providing macro perspectives and risk assessments for the family's top-level strategy.
Among the dozens of elites on the entire course at the moment, without a doubt, the absolute core of information and power was this group of four.
Every time they paused on a green, every conversation in their golf cart, drew the attention of those around them.
Actually, COO Zhang Heng could essentially be seen as Tang Song's deputy. His presence here was to help Tang Song understand the company's entire structure.
As the technical assistant, Jiang Yourong now felt more like an observer.
Rather than coming to work, it was more like she was here as Director Jin's eyes, keeping watch on Ms. Ouyang.
But this role also made her feel awkward and powerless.
If Ms. Ouyang truly wanted to bypass her, she would have no way of detecting it, let alone stopping it.
Her gaze kept involuntarily falling on Tang Song.
Especially on his clean, slender hands.
Jiang Yourong subconsciously pressed her legs together, glancing down at her chest.
Even though it was through clothing, his touch from last night seemed to linger there.
It had made this Professor Jiang toss and turn in bed for a long time, rewarding herself once before barely managing to fall asleep.
Thinking about the upcoming professional contact with him and the stories that might unfold, a flutter of excitement stirred in her heart.
Just then, a faint scent of perfume approached.
A bottle of mineral water was offered before her by a hand adorned with exquisite nude nail polish.
"Director Jiang, you've been standing for so long. Have some water." Bei Yuwei had, at some point, gotten off another support vehicle parked not far away and walked to her side. A polite, junior-to-senior smile graced her face, her voice gentle.
Jiang Yourong gave a light cough, quickly pulling herself out of her chaotic thoughts. "Thank you, Miss Bei. You're too thoughtful."
"You're too polite, please call me Yuwei." Bei Yuwei's smile grew a bit sweeter, her tone carrying a hint of ingratiation. "You look so professional, and your aura is wonderful. Are you... also an executive at [Xuanji Optical World]?"
"Hmm, you could say that. I serve as the Director of the University Cooperation Office at the company, and I'm also an associate professor at the university. Mainly responsible for connecting cutting-edge academic research with the company's technological needs."
Jiang Yourong looked at the female idol before her, her expression somewhat odd.
She certainly knew about the recently popular Bei Yuwei, and she could tell this star's relationship with Tang Song was unusual.
Counting carefully, just the women around Tang Song she knew about were already a whole bunch.
He really was... energetic!
"Wow, so you're a university professor! And holding dual positions, that's amazing!" Bei Yuwei appropriately expressed amazement, her eyes sparkling.
This satisfied the vanity of the somewhat lazy female professor, Jiang Yourong, making the smile on her face soften.
Bei Yuwei moved a bit closer and began chatting with her about university topics.
She vividly and naturally portrayed the innate curiosity and admiration a "budding flower of the entertainment circle" would have for a "highly educated woman."
The two chatted intermittently, topics jumping from university life to occasional anecdotes from the entertainment world. The atmosphere gradually relaxed and became familiar.
Most of the time, they rode in that "support vehicle," following the core group's golf cart from a distance as it moved along the continuous fairways.
12:15 PM.
As the last white ball came to a steady stop beside the flagstick on the green, the morning round of golf came to an end.
The winter sun had moved to the center of the sky, casting a golden glow over the vast Olazabal Course.
The exclusive golf cart fleet for the core group began to turn, smoothly heading along the well-maintained asphalt paths towards the direction of the clubhouse main venue.
The support fleet, filled with entourage and security personnel, naturally followed behind, forming an impressive procession.
Guanlan Lake Clubhouse · Banquet Hall.
As the vehicles came to a stop at the main entrance, Bei Yuwei took a deep breath, immediately shedding the relaxed and naive demeanor she had while chatting with Jiang Yourong in the car.
Her back straightened slightly. The smile belonging to a popular artist appeared on her face. Maintaining a half-step distance, she followed behind Tang Song as they entered the brilliantly lit banquet hall.
Huge crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light. Long tables on both sides were already laden with a dazzling array of Western cold dishes and Cantonese dim sum.
But no one present paid attention to the food.
The crew of "Fingertip Starlight" had also long returned from the peripheral viewing terrace under staff guidance.
They gathered somewhat awkwardly in a corner not far to the right of the banquet hall entrance, holding symbolic champagne glasses, but no one was actually drinking.
When they saw Tang Song's party enter, everyone's gaze instantly focused.
Bei Yuwei quickly scanned the room, then glanced at Tang Song, who was conversing softly with Ms. Ouyang beside him, his expression composed.
Confirming he didn't need her attendance, she smiled and whispered a greeting to Jiang Yourong next to her.
Then she turned and walked gracefully towards the crew members in the corner.
She was sensible. She knew the upcoming occasion belonged to Tang Song and those big shots.
And she also needed to go reap her own victory fruits.
As she approached.
The atmosphere in the corner visibly tensed.
Producer Wei Tingsong and Director Li Wenmo subconsciously straightened their backs, tightening their grip on their wine glasses.
The usual air of authority or scrutiny was gone from their faces, replaced instead by an eager, ingratiating expression.
They even proactively stepped forward a couple of steps.
"Yuwei!"
"Yuwei, you're back!"
"Yuwei, come, over here, sit down and rest."
...
The expressions on the faces of the other lead actors and Ning Yufei, among others, were even more complex.
But more than anything, it was a respect born from recognizing reality.
Ning Yufei, who had been jealous of her earlier, now kept her head down and was submissive, not even daring to look Bei Yuwei directly in the eye, only managing a forced smile in the corner.
Lin Keke also stood among them, her face full of excitement and exhilaration, desperately making eye contact with Bei Yuwei, her eyes filled with admiration that screamed "You're so awesome!"
"President Wei, Director Li."
Bei Yuwei walked up close but did not sit down. She roughly glanced over everyone. Her tone remained polite, yet carried a sense of detachment she had never shown before.
Director Li Wenmo's face flashed with obvious embarrassment. He rubbed his hands together and finally couldn't help but lower his voice, saying:
"Yuwei, regarding... regarding some adjustments the crew made earlier, like Keke's situation and a few other supporting roles. At the time, it was mainly considering some external pressures and production schedule factors. It might have put you in a difficult position too. Looking back now, it was indeed our side's consideration that was lacking, causing you trouble."
Wei Tingsong also quickly chimed in from the side, "Yes, yes, it was all for the sake of the production. But it's fine now. Since all those messy interferences are gone, our crew will definitely prioritize your opinions. Yuwei, if you have anything you need us to adjust or cooperate with in the future, just mention it anytime! The crew will fully support you!"
Watching these two big shots, who were usually assertive and unyielding and who had even tacitly allowed Zhou Ran to exert pressure just last night, now looking at her cautiously like schoolchildren who had made a mistake, afraid she might utter a single word of refusal.
An indescribable wave of emotion surged in Bei Yuwei's heart.
This was the power of influence.
She had done nothing, hadn't thrown her weight around, hadn't even said a single harsh word.
Simply because she stood by Tang Song's side.
All the previous grievances, injustices, and even seemingly insurmountable difficulties were resolved at this moment.
Silence.
A full five seconds passed, until she had made the two men's hearts flutter with anxiety, before she slowly spoke:
"Director Li, President Wei. We're all trying to make a living in this circle. Seeking advantage and avoiding harm, I can understand. However, I have a very good memory. Those who not only refrained from adding insult to injury but were also willing to hold an umbrella for me on a rainy day... I will remember them very clearly."
Wei Tingsong and Li Wenmo's hearts skipped a beat, fine beads of sweat appearing on their foreheads.
"Yuwei... How about this." Wei Tingsong reacted extremely quickly. "Our company is preparing to start a new production next month. Although it's still in the planning stages, several important roles haven't been finalized yet. If you have any suitable recommendations, just let me know anytime, we'll give them priority consideration!"
"Thank you for your kind offer, President Wei. I'll take a look later."
Bei Yuwei once again revealed that signature sweet smile, picked up a glass of champagne, and elegantly raised it. "I'm still a member of our crew. As long as everyone follows the rules, I will naturally do my best to perform my role well. I hope our cooperation moving forward can be truly pleasant."
"Pleasant cooperation! Definitely pleasant!"
Everyone hurriedly raised their glasses. Regardless of whether their glasses contained wine or not, they all rushed to clink glasses with hers.
Bei Yuwei only symbolically took a small sip. Her gaze swept over the crowd, as if casually asking, "By the way, I don't see Xu An?"
Lin Keke whispered, "He just said he had a sudden, severe stomachache, seems like acute gastroenteritis. His face was deathly pale. He just asked the production assistant for leave. I think he went to the clubhouse medical room."
"Oh?" Bei Yuwei raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing more.
Her observational skills were good; she had been paying attention to the crew side earlier.
When she got off the golf cart, she clearly noticed something was off with Xu An, as if he had seen something terrifying.
Clearly, he had a guilty conscience.
She just wasn't sure if this guilt was directed at her, or... at Tang Song?
The banquet officially began, the atmosphere shifting to seemingly relaxed business networking.
Wine glasses clinked, elegant dresses swirled, and perfumed hair adorned the scene.
However, until the banquet was nearing its end, Xu An's figure never reappeared.
A certain suspicion in Bei Yuwei's heart grew stronger.
But she also understood that directly asking Tang Song about such a minor matter was clearly inappropriate.
She just needed to find an opportune moment to slightly intimidate Xu An.
The truth would naturally surface.
3:00 PM.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through the clouds, spilling over the rolling, verdant greens.
In the distance, the crisp sounds of club striking ball and conversations mixed with laughter drifted over, distant yet full of vitality.
The four-person group Tang Song was in had already completed their 18-hole round ahead of schedule.
The party arrived at a scenic rest pavilion for a short break.
Staff brought mineral water and damp towels.
Tang Song took a sip of the cool mineral water.
Ouyang Xianyue, wiping sweat, walked over at a leisurely pace. "Tang Song, regarding the matter of the [Songmei Apparel] spokesperson, the relevant formal contracts and materials have already been arranged to be delivered to the VIP annex building of the clubhouse. The privacy and confidentiality there are better, ensuring absolute discretion."
She paused briefly, her eyes lingering on his face for a moment, then continued:
"Also, regarding the [Tangjin Family Office]'s next-phase acquisition strategy and potential targets for the global semiconductor core industry chain, I have a few... rather sensitive and crucial thoughts. It's not really suitable to discuss in depth on a golf course with people coming and going."
Tang Song raised an eyebrow slightly, looking calmly at the noble lady.
"Ms. Ouyang means?"
Ouyang Xianyue remained dignified, her gaze turning towards the elegant building not far away. "How about... we pause for a bit and settle these urgent matters together?"
"Alright, as you wish."
A splendid smile instantly bloomed on Ouyang Xianyue's face, making the light in the entire rest pavilion seem brighter.
She turned around, addressing Zhang Heng and Liang Shixun with an apologetic yet gracious tone, "President Zhang, Mr. Liang, I'm truly sorry. There are some business details that require urgent confirmation and must be reviewed by President Tang and me alone. Why don't the two of you continue to enjoy the course? I'll ask Director Jiang to come over and accompany you to the practice range for some activities, chipping and putting."
The two immediately nodded.
Immediately after, Ouyang Xianyue gave a look to Secretary Chen, who was standing quietly nearby awaiting orders.
Secretary Chen understood. She walked to the side and clearly relayed a few words in a low voice to Jiang Yourong and Bei Yuwei.
Soon, under Secretary Chen's indication, Bei Yuwei followed behind Tang Song and Ouyang Xianyue, who were preparing to leave. The group headed in the direction of that secluded clubhouse annex building, surrounded by greenery.
...
Over ten minutes later.
Clubhouse Annex · Third Floor.
This area was usually not open to the public, reserved by the golf club as private space for top-tier members.
The design style differed greatly from the grandeur of the main clubhouse, emphasizing more restraint and tranquility.
Bei Yuwei was led by a capable female legal assistant into an independent negotiation room to begin a detailed explanation of the contract terms she would need to sign later.
Deep in the corridor, footsteps stopped before a pair of heavy redwood double doors labeled "Cigar & Library."
"Beep—"
Chen Jing used a special access card to unlock the electronic lock, slightly bowing. "President Tang, Ms. Ouyang, I'll be right outside the door."
Tang Song gave a slight nod and stepped in first. Ouyang Xianyue followed closely behind, her steps composed.
"Click—"
As the heavy wooden door was gently closed from the outside by Secretary Chen.
This was a space filled with the charm of English classical style.
Floor-to-ceiling walnut bookshelves lined the walls, filled with hardcover original editions.
The air was permeated with the rich aroma of premium cigars and a faint hint of aged whiskey.
Heavy dark velvet curtains were drawn, the room brightly lit.
Solemn, private, quiet.
Tang Song's gaze swept around, finally settling on Ouyang Xianyue.
Having just finished exercising, her cheeks bore a healthy blush. A few slightly damp strands of hair clung to her temples, adding a rare touch of youthful vitality.
Their gazes met in the air.
Ouyang Xianyue's eyes held a flowing charm, the corners of her lips curved slightly. She naturally took half a step closer.
The distance between the two instantly shortened to less than ten centimeters.
An elegant, sophisticated fragrance, mingled with the warm scent rising from her skin after exercise, quietly diffused, seeping into his senses.
Intertwined with the mature, voluptuous allure emanating from her.
In this quiet, private space, it was amplified to the extreme.
They looked at each other for a moment.
Ouyang Xianyue broke the silence first. She pursed her full, luscious lips, her voice softer and lower than usual. "Shall we sit and talk?"
"Hmm." Tang Song nodded.
The two sat down on the wide leather sofa, separated by a just-right distance of etiquette.
Ouyang Xianyue brought up the [Tangjin Family Office]'s next-phase investment strategy and concerns about geopolitical risks. Her words were clear, her logic distinct.
However, for Tang Song, who had not yet formally intervened in the core management of the family office, this content was more of an overview.
Tang Song could also tell that this was merely the noble lady's excuse to invite him here.
But her thoughts were as deep as the sea. Even the current Tang Song couldn't figure out what exactly she wanted to do.
After the brief work-related topic concluded, the air grew quiet again.
Ouyang Xianyue's gaze turned to the cigar humidor cabinet nearby. "Among the treasured cigars here, a few are the private collection of the club's owner over the years. The quality is excellent. Would you like to try one? I recall you didn't seem to have touched this before."
"I really haven't smoked much," Tang Song answered truthfully.
"It's alright, I'll help you."
A shimmering light rippled in Ouyang Xianyue's serene phoenix eyes as she gracefully stood up.
She opened the temperature-controlled cigar cabinet, carefully selecting for a moment. Her fingertips finally landed on a deep brown cigar.
She didn't use a convenient modern torch lighter but instead drew a specially made long-stemmed match from a wooden box.
"Scratch—"
A warm yellow flame instantly leaped up, illuminating her focused, beautiful face, casting dancing points of light in her eyes.
"Alright."
After the toasting was complete, she gently blew out the match. Picking up the cigar cutter inlaid with tortoiseshell,
"Click—"
She snipped off the cigar cap.
After this step, holding the cigar in one hand and the match in the other, she placed the lit end of the cigar at the perfect distance from the flame, slowly and evenly rotating it for toasting.
Her movements were elegant, composed, and highly aesthetic.
Once toasted, she gently blew out the match. But instead of placing the cigar on the coffee table, she held it and turned around.
Then, under Tang Song's gaze, carrying a wave of warm breath and an alluring, light fragrance, she directly sat on the armrest edge of the wide single-seat sofa he was occupying.
The full curve of her rounded buttocks thus pressed lightly, almost imperceptibly, against his forearm resting on the armrest.
Through the thin fabric of his golf pants, he could even feel the astonishing soft elasticity and body heat.
With her subtle breathing, it brought waves of clear, tantalizing pressure and sensation.
Ouyang Xianyue, however, seemed completely unaware, as if she had merely found a comfortable position convenient for explanation.
She elegantly held the middle section of the cigar between two slender, fair fingers.
Leaning forward slightly, she brought the mouthpiece end of the cigar towards his lips, while she held the other end.
"Try it... see if it suits your taste?"
This posture added a layer of almost intimate closeness, very much like a wife attending to her husband.
The boundary between the two became blurred at this moment.
Looking at the noble lady so close at hand, Tang Song's throat moved slightly, a nameless agitation stirring in his heart.
The Ms. Ouyang at this moment was completely different from the always dignified, reserved helmswoman known to the outside world.
Especially her usually serene phoenix eyes. Now, they held a flowing charm, shimmering with watery light.
Under the hazy warmth of the cigar and the dim yellow light in the room, they exuded a full, almost dripping sexual tension.
This immense sense of contrast was simply testing one's reason.
Tang Song's heart skipped a beat. An impulse surged up. He reached out and gently rested his hand on the full, soft side of the noble lady's waist.
"Be careful, don't fall."
His palm, through the thin fabric of her golf shirt, could clearly feel the astonishingly delicate softness and full elasticity of her waist.
And the slightly tense bodily heat beneath it.
Ouyang Xianyue's body trembled almost imperceptibly.
But she didn't shy away, nor did she chide him. She just turned her face to look at him, eyelashes lowered, the light in her eyes difficult to discern under the interplay of watery reflections and lamplight.
The corners of her lips curved into a faint arc.
Just at this moment—
A crisp system notification sound echoed in Tang Song's ears:
"Ding! Detected player has caused *Deep Desire Impact' on [Precision Queen - Ouyang Xianyue]. Special item [Desire Echo] has been triggered."
[Within the next 12 hours, this character may break through her own psychological or behavioral inertia, taking actions that follow her strongest current desire.]
[When the countdown ends, a special desire dungeon will be triggered based on the psychological fluctuations of [Precision Queen - Ouyang Xianyue].]
The corner of Tang Song's eye twitched slightly. The hand resting on Ouyang Xianyue's waist tightened a bit.
What's going on?
It triggered just like that? That doesn't make sense?!
Such an important prop, and the description says "Deep Desire Impact," it should be very difficult.
I don't think I did anything?
Just played a round of golf with the noble lady, chatted about work, and then... steadied her waist a bit?
It couldn't possibly be that just this was enough for the noble lady to lose control, could it?
No way?
No way?!
This realization sent a jolt through Tang Song's heart. His lips parted slightly, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at Ouyang Xianyue instantly became somewhat complex.
And Ouyang Xianyue at this moment seemed completely unaware.
She just, with her usual demeanor, steadily brought the cigar back to his slightly parted lips.
Tang Song instinctively took a deep drag.
A rich, rugged, heavy tobacco flavor with a spicy sensation instantly rushed into his throat like hot, flowing sand.
"Cough..." He couldn't help but turn his head aside and give a light cough.
"Hehe..." A light laugh sounded by his ear.
Ouyang Xianyue naturally reached out, her warm palm gently stroking Tang Song's sturdy back, helping him catch his breath.
Her movements were so natural, as if done countless times, carrying the tolerance of an elder and a faint hint of indulgence.
"Cigars aren't smoked like that. Beginners should avoid being impatient. Don't rush to swallow the smoke; it's too harsh and wastes its flavor."
"You need to learn... to hold it in your mouth."
As she spoke, she very naturally used her fingertips to take the cigar back from between his lips.
Then, under Tang Song's unwavering gaze, she did something that astonished him.
She actually, unhurriedly and gently, placed that cigar, still moist with his saliva, between her own red, moist lips.
This action was bold, almost outrageous.
Completely deviating from her consistently cautious and dignified temperament, even carrying a hint of rebelliousness.
She took a shallow draw.
The smoke swirled elegantly only within her full, luscious mouth, not going deeper.
Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, eyelashes fluttering. A trace of indescribable reverie flickered across her brow.
The expression was complex, hard to decipher.
As if savoring the intricate, unpredictable top, middle, and base notes of the tobacco itself, yet also as if carefully discerning the trace of his scent lingering upon it.
A moment later, she slowly leaned forward again, bringing the cigar back to his lips.
Her eyelashes lowered, the long lashes casting a gentle shadow under her eyes.
"Use the tip of your tongue to feel the layers slowly unfolding in your mouth. Let the flavor wake up on its own."
"This way, you can truly experience this unique sensation."
Tang Song followed her words, taking a shallow draw from the cigar held by her fingertips.
The mellow richness and spiciness of the tobacco spread again. But this time, he deliberately slowed the rhythm, letting the smoke swirl gently between his lips and teeth.
However, clearer than the tobacco flavor was the faint, almost imperceptible, cool touch of her fingertips lightly brushing against his lower lip.
Ouyang Xianyue's fingertips didn't immediately withdraw, as if lingering unintentionally.
She lifted her eyes to look at him.
Those phoenix eyes shimmered with watery light, yet still maintained the contours of graceful dignity.
"By the way, we agreed before. When you returned again, I would give you that... equity custodial agreement."
She paused slightly, her gaze quietly intertwining with his.
"The agreement... I placed it in the study safe at the Shen City hillside villa. If it's convenient for you tonight, would you like to come to my place to retrieve it?"
Their eyes met.
In the air, only the sound of each other's breathing remained.
Tang Song slowly exhaled the smoke. The bluish-white smoke, like a thin veil, gently brushed against her snow-white neck.
"Alright."