Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets-Chapter 1687 - 583: Illness_4
A project folder named "GZ-231102" was set up in his work memo.
Then, he switched to the airline and hotel booking apps, and his fingers flew over the screen, quickly locking in the best flight and room options.
He gave clear instructions to the black card service team, booking a private car and security detail.
The entire process was seamless, and within just ten minutes, all core matters were settled.
He then organized a streamlined itinerary memo and sent it to Tang Song.
In a state of high tension and readiness, Lin Muxue was emotionally high, fully unleashing her potential.
Her eyes reignited with determination.
...
Chairman’s office.
Upon seeing the memo sent by Lin Muxue, Tang Song was taken aback and replied with a "surprised" emoji.
[Xue: "(｡•ᴗ-)✧ At President Tang’s service!"]
The two of them exchanged emojis for a while, then Tang Song put down his phone.
He picked up a magazine from the table, looking at the pictures, a smile spreading across his face.
During this time, the big sister hasn’t been idle; her partner nurturing was going very smoothly.
Not only did she accept an exclusive interview with Fortune magazine, but she also secured a monthly column in the Digital Marketing section.
She’s rising to fame within the industry.
The magazine in his hand was specially sent by Wen Ruan from Yan City via her assistant.
It contained the full transcript of her interview and several photos that were breathtakingly beautiful.
One must say, under the nourishment of the systematic props.
Wen Ruan is now in an increasingly better state.
In the photos, she is alluringly charming, elegant, and seductive, with eyes that convey both the allure and laziness of a mature woman and the confidence and composure of a business elite.
Every smile and every move, like aged wine, exudes an intoxicating fragrance.
Looking at the radiant big sister in the photos, Tang Song smiled knowingly.
He would soon be meeting her in Yang City.
While savoring the local charm, it’s time to properly pamper this increasingly enchanting big sister.
Her task of "showing off" seemed soon to be completed as well.
Curious what surprises might be opened in this "special prop pack*1" this time.
After carefully reading through the magazine several times,
Tang Song stood up and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling and magnificent city below.
His thoughts, however, uncontrollably drifted to another city.
The image of Zhang Yan emerged in his mind.
This friend and desk mate from middle school had originally been forgotten in the recesses of his memory.
Yet because of the quiet messages left on that dormant QQ account, she had become more vivid and profound, even carrying warmth.
Tang Song exhaled softly, his heart a mix of emotions.
To say he had deep feelings for Zhang Yan would be unrealistic.
After all, his entire youth, all of his thrills and pursuits, were almost entirely given to Liu Qingning.
But her decade-long silent messages and her figure vaguely emerging at the edges of his memory indeed left him deeply touched.
It was a kind of shock gently observed by time, a purity that spanned long years, asking for nothing in return.
The "Tang Song" in her heart was likely a figure she pieced together and beautified over countless lonely days and nights through memories and imagination, a phantom entirely different from the real him.
Meanwhile, Zhang Yan was an introverted, sensitive, and self-effacing girl.
This was why he hesitated whether to see her or to disturb her.
After a long time,
He picked up his phone and called Zheng Qiudong.
"Doo...doo...doo—"
"Hello, Old Zheng."
"Mm, it’s okay, everything is going smoothly."
"I want you to look into someone for me."
"Zhang Yan, working in a book marketing company in Yang City as a copywriter, 26 years old, graduated from Yan City Agricultural University, class of 2021, previously worked at Gao Si Education in Imperial City..."
"Mm, okay, bye."
After hanging up the phone,
Tang Song held his phone, shaking his head lightly.
Regardless, even if I don’t disturb her, I should at least help her in some way.
...
October 31, 2023, Tuesday.
p.m.
The night in Yang City had long begun, with drizzling rain outside merging the hustle and bustle of the old city’s market life with the damp air into a unique tranquility.
"Knock, knock-knock."
The knocking sound rang unexpectedly, not too hard nor too soft, with a sense of tentative hesitation.
Zhang Yan was taken aback, wondering who could be visiting at this hour.
She went to the door and looked through the peephole.
Under the dim hallway light, a familiar yet somewhat blurry figure made her heart race.
She quickly opened the door.
"Mom, why are you here?"
"I... was passing by and thought to stop by and see you."
Zhou Hui stood at the door, holding an umbrella, her body damp from the rain.
She carried a plastic bag filled with fruit, her expression slightly awkward, and her eyes revealing an inescapable weariness.
She wore an older styled but clean jacket, her hair simply tied into a bun at the back, revealing a somewhat weathered face.
Zhang Yan pursed her lips, without asking more, she silently stepped aside to let her mother in.
"Did you eat, Ayin?" Zhou Hui looked at Zhang Yan, a trace of heartache and guilt flashing in her eyes.
"I ate, tomato and egg noodles. How about you?"
"I ate too."
Zhou Hui sat on the small sofa, placing the bag of fruit on the coffee table, her hands somewhat restlessly folded on her knees.
An orange peeked out curiously, observing the unfamiliar visitor, its throat letting out a low grumble.
