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The atmosphere inside the club’s private room was tranquil and solemn.

Soft lighting fell on the silver-white cheongsam, accentuating Ouyang Xianyue’s voluptuous and graceful figure.

The orchid embroidery subtly appeared and disappeared in the interplay of light and shadow, gently moving with her breath.

Her gaze was calm and deep, quietly observing Xie Shuyu across from her.

She was beautiful and gentle.

Yet at this moment, Xie Shuyu felt that her world was unusually quiet.

There was only one thought in her mind.

She was dreaming!

But the slight pain at the tip of her tongue, the swirling scent of sandalwood in her nostrils, and the smooth ink painting in her palm.

They all clearly reminded her that this was real.

It wasn’t some absurd illusion caused by Tang Song’s manipulation.

But... but how was this possible?

Even if the identity of the Chairman of Rongliu Capital was somewhat acceptable.

After all, he had demonstrated immense wealth.

But Miss Ouyang?

Though there wasn’t much gossip about top-tier entrepreneurs like her.

But Xie Shuyu had heard some information about Miss Ouyang.

Especially her close friend Meng Ran, who had mentioned this legendary woman to her more than once.

Ouyang Xianyue turned 36 this year.

She had been married before, her husband was also of notable background, the Chairman of New Kaihang Electronics, the predecessor of TY Precision.

Later, her husband passed away unexpectedly, and to preserve the jobs of over ten thousand employees and fulfill her husband’s will.

She resolutely took over the near-bankrupt New Kaihang as a female leader.

No one expected her to actually create a remarkable enterprise.

With her decisive execution, extraordinary business acumen, and nearly rigorous sense of responsibility.

She established a new benchmark in domestic substitution, employment stability, and social responsibility.

Today, she is recognized in the realms of capital, industry, and government as a representative ”female entrepreneur.”

Every public appearance she makes is the headline of economic media.

Every speech she gives inspires profound discussions within the industry.

She is a truly respected lady.

Hence, people respectfully address her as ”Miss Ouyang.”

But such a lady having an ambiguous relationship with Tang Song?

It just doesn’t seem real.

While she was lost in thought.

Ouyang Xianyue’s long, snowy fingers softly brushed over the ink painting.

Her voice was clear as a breeze, her speech unhurried:

”I’ve always liked Meng Haoran’s poem ’At the Imperial Examination, the Stallions Whinnied Long.’ Thin clouds faintly disperse, the Milky Way dimly lights up, sparse raindrops pitter-patter on the parasol trees. Its imagery is lofty and serene. That’s why I like your name too—Shuyu.”

Xie Shuyu suddenly snapped back to reality.

She forced herself to regain focus, striving to suppress her swirling emotions.

”Thank you, Miss Ouyang. In fact, this poem is the origin of my name.”

After finishing this sentence, she seemed to regain some composure.

She slightly bowed, revealing a polite smile, ”I really like this painting, thank you for your gift, I’ll definitely cherish it.”

”I’m glad you like it.” Ouyang Xianyue gently smiled, elegantly just right.

Watching the exchange between the two, Tang Song’s gaze flickered, thoughts flowing.

The Ouyang Xianyue he met today seemed somewhat different.

Not just the alluring cheongsam.

But also the carefully styled makeup, accessories, even the perfume.

Moreover, with every expression and gesture, she unabashedly exuded the top-tier female charm of her age.

This subtly differed from the previously restrained and graceful lady.

In his memory, it was the first time he’d seen this side of Ouyang Xianyue.

He had to admit, it was indeed captivating.

Reigning in his dirty little thoughts.

Tang Song slightly raised his lips, timely saying: ”Your calligraphy is indeed beautiful, with great vigor, I like it too. How about giving me a piece next time?”

Upon hearing this.

Ouyang Xianyue’s eyes instantly sparkled with a playful smile, ”In fact... I’ve already prepared one for you. After dinner, I’ll personally give it to you.”

Her gaze flowed like water, quietly looking at Tang Song.

Exuding the aura of a noble lady steeped in years and power.

Magnificent and exquisite.

This quiet seduction made Tang Song’s little heart involuntarily race again.

”Alright, thank you then.”

Ouyang Xianyue then turned to the still slightly nervous Xie Shuyu and said: ”Shuyu, this painting is done on handmade xuan paper, prone to moisture damage. Please put it in the wooden box over there, which I’ve prepared.”

”Okay.”

Xie Shuyu hurriedly responded, carefully rolling up the painting and placing it into the carved sandalwood box.

Her movements were cautious, her expression still tinged with tension.

Watching this scene, Ouyang Xianyue’s smile deepened.

”Let’s go, let me introduce you to the cuisine here.”

Having said this, she elegantly turned and led the way.

Guiding the two beyond a divider into a connected private dining area.

Once seated.

Several servers in Hanfu quietly entered.

The slight clink of porcelain followed, with warm aromas filling the air.

It was a seasonal private banquet style from Chuan Province.

Golden soup fish maw stewed with bamboo fungus, stone pot oxtail stew, cold beef slices, spicy crab claws, silver-thread tofu, boiled perch with green Sichuan pepper...

Every dish was exquisitely plated, not too much in quantity, yet full of refinement.

Ouyang Xianyue softly spoke: ”Here they specialize in the most authentic improved Sichuan cuisine. I heard you can’t handle spicy food well, so I specially asked the chef to adjust the flavors, capturing its aroma without its heat. Mild yet flavorful, you should enjoy it.”