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Shen Yuyan was attentively listening to Zheng Qiudong’s introduction, while smiling and nodding to each future subordinate, exchanging glances, showcasing an excellent demeanor.

Her mood, through these interactions with top elites, gradually and completely restored to calmness and confidence.

Her stage had already been set.

What followed was a soul-deep trembling and sinking connected with Tang Song.

...

At the same time, in Yan City.

A black Mercedes-Benz E300L smoothly cruised down the scarcely trafficked city main road.

Inside the car, a folk song was playing.

Gao Mengting was holding the steering wheel, her fingers gently following the rhythm of the music.

Scenes from last night uncontrollably flooded her mind.

Her cheeks were still somewhat flushed.

After He Yiyi left.

In that new, spacious, and somewhat unfamiliar-feeling home, it was just her and him.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the city’s hazy nightscape, like a flowing river of stars.

And she, in the reflection of that galaxy.

From the smooth floor, to the fluffy carpet, to that bed so soft one could sink into it...

As a somewhat Platonic idealist about emotions, for the first time she truly experienced the ultimate joy of total spiritual and physical fusion.

Of course... due to her overly sensitive constitution, this journey didn’t last long.

She soon felt dizzy, losing consciousness.

She merely had a faint memory that Tang Song seemed to have left at some point, saying he had some urgent work to handle.

When he returned, she did not know.

But when she awoke this morning, she could clearly feel.

The body embracing hers was filled with unprecedented satisfaction and clarity.

It was apparent, his unmet desires on her side had been vented in another way.

This stirred an undercurrent of bitterness and speculation in her heart.

However, she had no solution.

After all, it was her own inadequacies that couldn’t satisfy the energetic partner.

...

The vehicle slowly drove into the Huayun Center’s surface parking lot.

Gao Mengting parked the car, grabbed her briefcase, and took the elevator to the 11th floor to [Light and Shadow Media].

As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, a young girl in professional attire greeted her with a smile, ”Hello, are you President Gao from Songmei Clothing?”

”Yes, that’s me.”

”I’m Chairman Wen’s assistant, Wang Dandan. Chairman Wen is waiting for you in the meeting room, this way please.”

”Okay, thank you.”

Soon, they arrived outside a meeting room at the most inner part of the company.

”Knock, knock, knock—”

”Chairman Wen, President Gao is here.”

”Come in.” A lazy yet penetrating Mature Lady voice came from inside.

”Creak—”

The door was gently opened, Wang Dandan gestured with her hand.

Gao Mengting took a deep breath, stepped in.

Immediately, a tall and voluptuous figure appeared before her.

Compared to the photos in Moments, Wen Ruan in person was more visually striking.

She was wearing a custom suit skirt, paired with a simple white undershirt.

The tailored, full, and smooth curves exuded the agility of a professional woman with an undeniable sexiness.

Gao Mengting instinctively focused on the bust line that seemed to stretch the fabric tight, feeling a pang in her heart.

So...so big...even bigger than Qiuqiu...

Moreover, the aura this woman exuded was clearly the type with regular and abundant periods.

Filled with the scent of mature female hormones.

Thin waist, wide hips, an hourglass figure.

Clearly a formidable type compared to herself, who often surrendered easily as a ”little chicken”.

She wasn’t foolish, naturally she had already guessed the relationship between Wen Ruan and Tang Song.

So, comparisons were inevitable.

At this moment, as they faced each other, an inexplicable lack of confidence surged into her heart.

”Hello, Mengting, we finally meet.” Wen Ruan took a few steps forward, extending her hand proactively, a bright and enthusiastic smile on her face, ”Though we already know each other, I still want to formally greet you, I’m Wen Ruan.”

Gao Mengting quickly adjusted her mindset, reached out her hand to shake, ”Hello, Chairman Wen, I’m Gao Mengting.”

”Just call me Wen Ruan, no need to be so formal.” Wen Ruan blinked her enchanting peach blossom eyes, assessed her smilingly, ”Mengting, has anyone told you, you look... a bit like someone?”

Upon hearing this, Gao Mengting somewhat awkwardly smiled: ”Are you referring to Chairman Jin? I’m her fan, perhaps the dressing and make-up mimicking led to some resemblance.”

”No.” Wen Ruan gently shook her head, seriously said: ”Your features genuinely resemble, of course, Chairman Jin has two dimples, your smiles look quite different.”

Jin Meixiao could arguably be the most distinctive and contrasting woman Wen Ruan had ever met.

Clearly as aloof as a mountain flower.

Yet when she smiled, it was as if spring snow melted, the cold dissipated, exceptionally graceful.

”Really?” Gao Mengting was stunned for a moment, ”You’ve met Chairman Jin in person?”

In her heart, Chairman Jin was as distant and legendary as a myth.

”Yeah, a few times.” Wen Ruan smiled mysteriously, not continuing the taboo topic, instead affectionately leading her to sit on the sofa, ”Take a seat, dear. We aren’t strangers, I’m looking forward to our collaboration, let’s get straight to the point, shall we?”

Gao Mengting, infected by her natural closeness and aura, relaxed her shoulders and smiled slightly.