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Chapter 1452: Chapter 524: [Taming Anne] (Part 2)

”Hmm, you haven’t had much contact with him, so you might not fully understand.” Su Yu stood up, gazing at the darkening sky outside the window, ”To Tang Song, or rather to us, it’s like he’s playing a meticulously designed game. He assigns us roles, sets growth pathways... but he’s never really considered us equals.”

Mo Xiangwan’s hand trembled, causing her wine glass to tilt unconsciously.

Su Yu suddenly turned around, the light outlining her perfect side profile, ”In the past, I always followed the plan he set out for me, never daring to step out of line for fear of upsetting him.

But you know what? For a player, the most interesting thing is—

when we characters in the game slowly awaken to our own will and break free of his chains.”

She leaned down to whisper in Mo Xiangwan’s ear, ”So, now, I want him to see the real me, and I want more of him too.”

”Yu!” Mo Xiangwan’s lips trembled, the effects of the alcohol dissipating quickly, ”Don’t be impulsive!”

She knew Su Yu all too well.

Although in front of Tang Song, she was an obedient ”golden canary”, love-crazed, the truth is, to have reached the pinnacle of the entertainment industry, personally founding All Stars, Sutang Investment, and other enterprises—

Su Yu’s prowess, temperament, talent, and intelligence were all top-tier.

Considering her years of grievances with Chairman Jin, without Tang Song’s restraint, it would be hard to predict what impulsive actions she might take.

For example... announcing a proposal on Weibo.

To Chairman Jin, that would be an attack on a sensitive spot.

”Relax, I’m not that foolish, I just want to give her a little poke.” Su Yu rested her chin on Mo Xiangwan’s shoulder, the scent of champagne sweet and astringent with a tone both drunken and playful, ”And besides, we’re all Tang Song’s women, who is really more noble than the other? I just can’t believe she doesn’t talk dirty in bed, doesn’t call him ’daddy’, hahaha.”

Then, she began to talk to Mo Xiangwan about the ”little secret” Wen Ruan had previously mentioned.

The reason she dared to swear in front of Tang Song, using words like ”fuck” and ”damn,” was because she was influenced by Wen Ruan.

If Tang Song really held her accountable, she’d simply say it was taught by Wen Ruan.

As a superstar and film queen with extraordinarily high emotional intelligence, Su Yu could be anything Tang Song liked.

Even if he wanted to see Jin Meixiao, she could dress like her and mimic her to about seventy or eighty percent similarity.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the night wind carried the moist breath of the Huangpu River, gently brushing past.

Mo Xiangwan listened to Su Yu’s words, feeling wholly disheveled in the wind.

She never expected the god-like coldness of President Tang to have such a side.

The filter was shattered to pieces, her ears blushing slightly, thoughts scattered in the night.

...

The night deepened, Tang Song fell into a peculiar dream.

In the dream, he stood in the center of an empty concert hall, suddenly with an old violin in his hands.

The first time the bow touched the strings, it produced a jarring noise, even the simplest scales were painfully fragmented.

He practiced basic fingering day after day, fingertips on his left hand developing blisters, and his right forearm aching from the long hours of bowing.

Gradually, the raw sound of sawing wood started to shape into the semblance of a melody.

The passage of time in the dream was unnaturally slow.

”Hohmann Studies”, ”24 Caprices”, ”Gypsy Rhapsody”...

The four fingers on his left hand caked with thick calluses, and the muscles in his right hand formed a perfect muscle memory for bowing.

Each note could accurately convey the emotions he wanted to express.

...

October 7, 2023, Saturday, rainy, 17~22°C.

At 7 AM, Shanghai was shrouded in a dense curtain of rain.

Tang Song’s consciousness slowly awoke, the first sensation was a fullness in his mind, teeming with knowledge and instincts related to the violin.

Soon after, a rich fragrance wafted to his nose, the scent belonging to Anne.

He frowned, opening his eyes to vaguely see amidst the dim light golden hair, fair skin, and defined features.

The western woman had somehow slipped into his room, her 178cm tall statuesque body completely pressed against his, one leg draped across his abs, golden hair scattered over his pillow.

His hands were bound with one of his ties, tied in front of him.

The sleep was gone from Tang Song instantly.

After returning last night, he was still steeped in the tender aftermath of shooting with Su Yu, and needing to use [Suyu’s Soul Praise] to adjust his state, he had gone straight to his room to rest.

Anne was clearly resisting his morning ’taming’, no longer having her usual enthusiasm.

Who knew she’d pull a sneak attack, getting into his bed while he was still deep in his dream, tying his hands.

Tang Song moved slightly, finding the binds were quite tight.

”Click——” The night light by the bed suddenly turned on.

”Mmmhuh~” A nasal humming sound resonated in the dim room, Anne’s leg on Tang Song’s abs tensed, her calf grazing his v-line faintly.

Tang Song turned to see the western woman in a camisole and shorts.

She stretched like a sated feline, her silk camisole slipping off her shoulder, revealing a landscape of skin tinged honey-colored from the light.

The line of her collarbone was graceful and flowing, her pale, deep-chested breath slightly rising and falling.

Amber-blue eyes half-closed, gazing with a mix of dazedness and a hint of provocation, radiating an indescribable sexual tension.

Her voice, rich with the drawl of sleep and an American accent, echoed by his ear: ”Good morning, my dear temporary master. Oh~, you slept so soundly last night, like a defenseless little piggy. Maybe you were too tired? But as your ’intimate friend’, I wouldn’t disturb such adorable sleep. So, shouldn’t you show a little gratitude?”