“Content Ecology Cooperation Department,” “Senior Content Cooperation Manager”...

Zhang Yan’s mind buzzed as if with a swarm of bees, barely able to associate these words with herself.

As a low-level copywriter in Shucheng Technology’s content department, she knew better than anyone what this position meant.

The soft articles and drafts she wrote daily, after being submitted to Director Bai Rui, eventually flowed to content cooperation departments of clients like Xingyun International.

And as a highly replaceable secondary agent, the most they normally dealt with were small project leaders under Xingyun, rarely meeting managers.

Zhang Yan had only occasionally encountered them at some events.

So how did she, a copywriter not even officially employed yet, suddenly become a cooperation manager?

Looking at Wang Chongxian’s anxious face, she quickly bent over and said, “Hello, President Wang.”

As her words fell, a low humming sound spread throughout the office area.

Everyone was stunned by this surreal scene.

They had all heard whispers of Zhang Yan’s recent resignation turmoil, and many ordinary employees had privately discussed it, feeling a bit sorry and sympathetic for their honest colleague. Follow current novᴇls on novel※fire.net

Who would have thought that suddenly, Zhang Yan transformed into the key figure deciding the entire company’s fate?

Were they all going to eat by looking at her expression from now on?

Beside them, Lulu’s shoulders trembled with excitement, and she had to tightly pinch her thigh to suppress the scream threatening to burst from her throat.

After the initial shock, Li Yufei’s brain raced at unprecedented speed.

As a savvy veteran in the business world and the company’s most frequent contact with Xingyun International Group, he immediately connected all the clues.

No wonder! No wonder Xingyun International suddenly took the initiative to contact them for new deep cooperation!

No wonder the assistant to the group’s headquarters director personally paid a visit and specifically requested a “tour of the company”!

It turned out that none of this was about any business audit—it was all about Zhang Yan in their company!

They were here to support her!

Realizing this, a sincere smile instantly spread across his face, and he quickly walked to Zhang Yan’s side.

He lowered his posture but spoke with just the right closeness and pride:

“Oh! What a heavenly coincidence and the pride of Shucheng Technology! From now on, Manager Zhang at Xingyun will be like our family representing Shucheng Technology out there! The cooperation between the two companies will rely on your goodwill and support in the middle! Hahaha—”

His words both flattered Zhang Yan and saved himself from the embarrassment of being “out of the loop,” while also paving the way for future cooperation.

Wang Chongxian laughed along, the atmosphere warm and harmonious.

Only Zhang Yan, nervous and helpless, could only passively accept all this with a flushed face.

She was not used to being the center of attention and didn’t know how to handle such a situation.

Outside in the corner, Bai Rong finally snapped out of the massive shock.

Listening to the conversation and seeing Zhang Yan surrounded like a star at the center, a bone-chilling coldness mixed with immense fear and regret instantly engulfed him.

Recalling his recent series of harassments and what he just said in the conference room, he wished he could go back in time to slap himself fiercely across the face several times.

It was over.

He knew he was completely finished.

Not only his high-paying executive job at Shucheng Technology, with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands, but even his standing in the Yangcheng circle might be gone forever.

As the largest advertising media group in the country, no matter what, the industry he was in could never avoid Xingyun International.

Nor could it avoid the “Content Ecology Cooperation Department,” which held absolute power over suppliers.

At that moment—

Lulu suddenly stood up from her workstation, her face showing a desperate expression. “President Li! I have something I must report to the leadership!”

Her sudden outburst drew everyone’s attention to her.

Bai Rui’s heart tightened sharply, an extremely ominous premonition hitting him instantly.

Li Yufei’s eye twitched but remained kind as he said, “What is it? Speak.”

He mostly handled business outside and wasn’t very familiar with these ordinary employees, but he had seen this staff member clearly had a good relationship with Zhang Yan.

Naturally, he couldn’t ignore this scene.

Lulu first bowed to the leaders, then pointed at Zhang Yan with an angry tone: “Zhang Yan officially submitted her resignation application yesterday. But our department director Bai has been stalling the approval, using the ‘one-month handover period’ as a threat to force her to sign an agreement waiving all performance bonuses and travel reimbursements for the past three months!”

Her words fell like a thunderbolt thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring a thousand waves.

Bai Rui felt his vision blacken.

“What?! Is this true?!” Li Yufei’s face instantly darkened.

Seeing this, Lulu nodded vigorously, “Yes, many colleagues know about it!”

Her thoughts were simple.

Now they had an overwhelming advantage. Fatty Bai had bullied them for so long.

If not now, when would they crush him to the ground?

Anyway, they were all leaving, so they had to vent this grievance before resigning.

Li Yufei’s once-smiling face turned grim.

He suddenly turned his head sharply, his gaze like a blade. “Bai Rui! Is this true?”

“I... I didn’t... it’s just... just...” Bai Rui’s lips trembled, sweat streaming down his chubby cheeks like a creek.

“Just what?!”

At that moment, several other employees from the content department exchanged glances briefly, then stood up one after another.

“President Li, Director Bai did say that.”

“Yes, we all know about this matter.”

They had suffered under Bai Rui a lot. This was a rare chance to kick someone while they were down!

Besides, they weren’t stupid—Zhang Yan would soon hold the supplier’s life-and-death power!

Now was the time to ingratiate themselves.

Listening to the mounting accusations, Li Yufei’s face darkened until it seemed to drip water.

He knew about Bai Rui withholding the bonuses, and after learning, he had not opposed it—implicitly approving.

After all, the company was indeed facing difficulties, barely able to pay salaries.

But now, faced with this scene, he had to immediately “cut the tail to save the body.”

Li Yufei said solemnly, “Zhang Yan, rest assured! I will personally investigate this matter and give you a satisfactory explanation!”

Bai Rong’s plump body gasped violently and shakily said, “Zhang Yan, my previous actions were indeed problematic. I solemnly apologize here. But... I did it for our company...”

“Bai Rui, shut up!” Li Yufei sharply interrupted, “Don’t use the company as an excuse here!”

Looking at the big boss’s dark face, Bai Rui’s eye twitched violently but finally shut his mouth.

At this moment, Wang Dandan stepped forward with a smile and said, “Alright, President Li, I think we should follow the proper procedures. Our group has strict employment standards for partners.”

Li Yufei immediately understood and nodded repeatedly, “Yes, yes, yes. You’re right. We will strictly comply, definitely...”

Standing at the center of the storm, Zhang Yan watched this absurd yet incredibly real scene.

She gradually realized this was clearly Wen Ruan deliberately helping her.

That once intimidating and sleepless Director Bai was now sweating profusely, exposing his disgrace.

Those colleagues who had secretly sympathized with her but dared not speak now all looked righteously furious.

The big boss Li Yufei, who held absolute power in her eyes, looked like a guilty student.

For the first time, she clearly and deeply felt the power of authority and the complexity of human nature.

It profoundly shocked her heart.

She also increasingly felt the distance between herself and Tang Song, Wen Ruan, and even Liu Qingning.

...

Above ten thousand meters, the Bombardier Global 7500 glided steadily through the clouds.

Outside the window stretched a clear blue sky and a golden sea of clouds below.

Inside the cabin, quiet and luxurious.

Tang Song lounged lazily in the entertainment lounge’s “zero gravity” patented Nuage seat.

The top-tier Loro Piana cashmere and leather blend fabric was delicate and warm to the touch, fitting his body perfectly so he barely felt any turbulence or engine roar.

The recent video call left Wen Ruan’s elegant, somewhat proud smile lingering on the screen.

As the plane entered the stratosphere to begin cruising, a video call from “Big Sister” came through, enthusiastically reporting on the “spectacle” that had played out at Shucheng Technology today.

Of course, mainly to take credit and show her attention and effort toward their “agreement.”

Tang Song put down his phone and finally, as the owner, fully admired his “palace in the sky.”

From the warm black ebony wood paneling to the smart windows with one-touch fogging;

from the private cinema system with top-notch audio to the temperature-controlled wine cabinet filled with premium vintages...

Every detail reflected extreme luxury and comfort.

Stepping slowly on the soft, resilient custom cashmere carpet, he walked out of the entertainment lounge.

Two flight attendants in dark custom uniforms, long waiting by his side, elegantly bowed in unison.

“Mr. Tang.”

“Mr. Tang.”

One was a typical gentle Huaxia face named Li Yin;

the other a tall, blonde, blue-eyed Russian beauty named Anna.

Both were around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, fluent in multiple languages, and professionally certified in medical nursing.

Their service experience, personal image, and overall ability were top of the industry.

Looking at their ridiculously handsome new boss, their trained eyes revealed subtle curiosity and reverence.

Tang Song lightly nodded to them and continued forward.

Entering the six-person meeting area mid-fuselage, a familiar figure came into view.

Lin Muxue sat on a corner aviation seat, a laptop before her, fingers dancing quickly over the keyboard as if handling urgent work.

Dressed in standard office lady attire, she exuded sophistication and professionalism.

Her long, shapely legs wrapped in top-quality stockings looked exceptionally alluring.

Notably, a sports camera was suctioned near the front window, recording her work.

Hearing footsteps, Lin Muxue immediately looked up. “President Tang.”

After greeting, she quickly stood and turned off the sports camera, her expression slightly awkward.

This was her first time on a private jet, and the top-tier Bombardier 7500 at that.

Although she no longer dared to openly flaunt it on social media, she had secretly taken many exquisite photos and videos during Tang Song’s video calls.

She planned to use these precious materials as high-end background in her “new persona” vlog, subtly showcasing her elevated status.

Her old account “Luna Xiaoxue,” full of “socialite style,” had been boldly renamed “Lin Muxue Luna.”

She removed the frivolity and added professionalism.

She hid previous flashy videos of luxury brands and tricky angles, systematically transforming into a “financial elite female investor” persona.

Her video content shifted from unboxing Hermès and checking into five-star afternoon teas to sharing business case analyses, financial news interpretations, financial knowledge, and workplace outfit tips.

This transition was extremely successful.

The high-intelligence elite image, combined with her outstanding appearance and temperament, created a strong contrast that instantly attracted many high-quality fans.

The comment section became much healthier.

Fan loyalty and commercial value actually increased.

A few days ago, a high-end anti-aging care brand even offered a very tempting price to collaborate on deep promotion with her.

However, after brief hesitation, she gave it up with tears.

Given her persona, doing that kind of advertisement felt somewhat incongruous.

Besides, she no longer dared to recklessly use the black credit card, only for serving Tang Song.

This created a new problem: she was starting to “lack money” again.

Of course, compared to the 1.8 million annual salary she had with the black card, this “lack” was relative. Unless she bought a house or car, it was definitely enough.

“What are you busy with?” Tang Song smiled and walked over, curious.

Lin Muxue quickly turned the laptop toward him and explained, “This is the first official flight. I’m recording cabin environment data, such as air pressure, humidity, noise decibels, and also evaluating the new crew’s service procedures and standards. These data will be reference points for optimizing future services.”

“Hmm.” Tang Song nodded approvingly, lightly patting her slender waist. “Thoughtful. Carry on.”

He then sat down in the opposite seat, admiring Lin Muxue’s legs wrapped in black stockings, his gaze occasionally drifting out the window to watch clouds roll by.

Soon, two beautiful flight attendants approached.

“Mr. Tang, lunch will be served in forty minutes. Would you and Assistant Lin like some appetizers or drinks beforehand?”

“A glass of champagne, please.” Tang Song looked at Lin Muxue. “And you, Luna?”

Lin Muxue smiled. “Same as you.”

“Alright.” The Russian attendant Anna gracefully turned to the wine cabinet and quickly brought two glasses of delicate, foamy Cook’s champagne.

Meanwhile, Li Yin knelt gently on the carpet at Tang Song’s feet, softly replacing his shoes with more comfortable slippers.

Then, some carefully plated nuts and caviar appetizers were placed before him.

Lin Muxue closed her laptop, sat beside Tang Song, lightly clinking glasses with a look full of charm and tenderness.

Tang Song leaned on the soft sofa, fresh perfume scent lingering in his breath, savoring exquisite food and wine, gazing at the slowly drifting, cotton-like cloud sea outside...

An unprecedented sensation, like a warm tide, completely enveloped him.

After finishing a glass of champagne, the rich fruity aroma still lingered on his tongue, adding a slight warm awakening to the atmosphere.

Lin Muxue leaned slightly toward him, her breath fragrant as orchids, softly whispering in his ear, “President Tang, shall I... report the real-time status of the master bedroom suite?”

Her bright eyes shimmered with suppressed passion.

Seeing Lin Muxue’s beautiful, delicate face, Tang Song’s heart skipped slightly, his mouth curling into a smile. “Please.”

Lin Muxue excitedly stood up.

She was already exhilarated by this luxurious maiden voyage, and at over ten thousand meters high in such privacy, her whole being was in an extreme emotional high.

If she didn’t do something, she really couldn’t suppress the fire inside her.

She entered the master bedroom suite at the rear of the cabin.

Lin Muxue gently closed the door, the “click” of the lock sealing them off completely from the outside world.

She turned, her long legs gently brushing under her skirt as her gaze toward Tang Song practically ignited.

“President Tang, this is the master bedroom’s independent bathroom, equipped with a constant temperature intelligent system... The bedding is a custom Frette set with 1800-thread-count Egyptian long-staple cotton. The mattress’s softness and firmness can be adjusted with one touch according to your preference...”

Her voice became slightly hoarse, trembling with a hint of emotion.

“Oh? The firmness can be adjusted?” Tang Song blinked and sat on the mattress.

Lin Muxue licked her full red lips, took an exquisite hair tie from her pocket, and tied up her honey-colored long hair high.

This revealed a smooth, full forehead and elegant, slender neck.

Then she slowly knelt on the cashmere carpet in front of Tang Song.

Her long, slender legs wrapped in black stockings tensed elegantly with her kneeling, faintly revealing honey-toned skin, the lines growing more captivating.

Her hands slowly caressed his knees, her palms cool, as if carrying an electric current.

Lin Muxue lowered her eyes and began to demonstrate her skills, deliberately switching her report into English.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting golden beams in the air, with tiny dust particles quietly dancing in the shafts of light, hazy and dreamlike.

Lin Muxue’s report was sometimes clear, sometimes whispered, intertwined with the drone of the plane’s engines.

Tang Song’s fingertips played through her honey-colored hair, gently stroking it with tender encouragement.

At that moment—

“Ding dong—” The WeChat notification sounded, and Tang Song’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and raised an eyebrow.

[ Xiao Jing: “Birthday Invitation” ]

Tang Song smiled and opened the electronic invitation.

Accompanied by soft piano music.

A gentle piano melody played while an elegant glowing animation unfolded on the screen, centered on several dynamic photos of Xiao Jing, sweet and playful. Below, clear time and location information appeared.

Notably, the event location was the top-floor banquet hall of Lan Feng International Hotel.

Then, from the speaker came Xiao Jing’s crisp voice, tinged with deliberate coquettishness:

“Brother Tang Song, this is a special invitation just for you! Welcome to my birthday party this Sunday, muah~~”

Hearing the familiar voice, Lin Muxue shivered, and her report cut off abruptly.

She lifted her head, her misty eyes looking at Tang Song.

After the last encounter, she had developed a subtle instinctive sensitivity toward Tian Jing, this “yandere girl.”

“Don’t be nervous, keep going.” Tang Song gently squeezed her hand.

Lin Muxue responded with an “Mm,” lowering her head again.

Tang Song adjusted his sitting posture and typed a reply on the screen with one hand: “Beautiful invitation, I will definitely be there on time. Looking forward to Xiao Jing’s birthday party.”

“—”

[ Xiao Jing: “Song, you’re returning to Yancheng today, right? (#Looking forward)” ]

Tang Song: “Yes, I’ll arrive at noon.”

[ Xiao Jing: “Okay, take care and rest. Also... I want to see your hand. Can I?” ]

Tang Song glanced at the right hand holding Lin Muxue’s high ponytail and awkwardly replied, “Not convenient now, I’ll send double later. Xiao Jing, send me a photo of your hand too. Miss you (#Kiss).”

Since arriving in Hong Kong, he really hadn’t video chatted with Xiao Jing.

He did miss his eccentric girlfriend.

After a moment.

[ Xiao Jing: Selfie.jpg ]

Opening the photo, Xiao Jing appeared on screen wearing a shirt and black high-waisted trousers.

However, she deliberately unbuttoned three buttons of the shirt, boldly displaying her snow-white C-cup breasts in a barely contained posture.

The serious office background, standard professional female attire, combined with her sweet and innocent face.

This stark contrast with her bold and outrageous pose made Tang Song’s heart surge instantly.

“Ding—” Lin Muxue muttered softly, secretly mocking Tian Jing inside.

This was supposed to be her exclusive moment, but she felt more like a pawn in someone else’s game.

...

Tang Yi Precision Yancheng Branch, Consumer Electronics Division.

HRBD office.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, casting bright patches inside, with a faint coffee aroma in the air.

Xiao Jing put down her phone and leaned back in an ergonomic chair.

Her slender legs crossed elegantly, typing while lightly swinging her shoe-clad foot.

Although she hadn’t seen the “male god’s hand,” the chat filled with tension and teasing was equally interesting.

She just put down her phone and looked at the computer screen.

“Ding dong—” WeChat notification sounded.

[ Shangguan Qiuyas: “Thank you for the invitation, Xiao Jing. It’s thoughtfully designed. I will definitely be there on time and have prepared a special gift for you.” ]

Xiao Jing quickly typed back: “Sister Qiuyas, I’m so happy you can come! You coming is the best gift, but I really look forward to your surprise~ (playful emoji)”

They chatted a bit more.

Just as Xiao Jing was about to put down her phone—

“Ring ring—”

A phone ringtone suddenly sounded.

It was an unfamiliar Imperial Capital number.

Xiao Jing answered curiously.

From the receiver came a familiar yet slightly strange, magnetic mature male voice: “Hello? May I ask if this is Miss Tian Jing?”

Xiao Jing didn’t immediately recognize the voice. “May I ask who is this?”

“I’m Zheng Qiudong. We met once before at the MAHA Cloud Club. Not sure if you remember.”

Xiao Jing’s eyes widened, sitting up straight, sweetly saying, “Hello, Chairman Zheng! Of course, I remember you!”

She certainly remembered Zheng Qiudong, introduced to her by Shangguan Qiuyas.

Though just a brief conversation, this legendary chairman of Dejurenhe left a deep impression on her.

“I plan to visit Yancheng this weekend. I heard it’s your birthday, so I thought I’d ask if it’s convenient for me to come and join the fun?”

Xiao Jing’s eyes grew bigger, her heart skipping a beat. “Of course it’s convenient! It’s an honor! I’d be so happy if you come!”

(0∞0)! What?!

Is there really such a good thing?!

“Hehe, good. I’ll add you on WeChat later.”

“Great! Always waiting, Chairman Zheng!”

Xiao Jing suppressed the urge to scream and sweetly replied.

Even after the call ended, her ears still buzzed.

A moment later, calming down, Xiao Jing licked her lips excitedly.

Recently, she had been “plotting” her plan, which was now nearly complete.

Everything was ready, only missing the birthday party’s momentum!

Dejurenhe and Zheng Qiudong’s reputation was undeniable. His personal attendance carried more weight than Shangguan Qiuyas.

She had worried about “controlling the scene,” but this was a real game-changer!

And he came willingly!

Will Brother Tang Song be shocked?

Dangerous and expectant light flickered in Xiao Jing’s eyes.

She had secretly arranged so much, keeping every step from Tang Song, even quietly “calculating” him into the plan.

Would he be angry?

And how would he “punish” her?

A scene unconsciously appeared in her mind:

Best if, in the presidential suite of Lan Feng International, in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the dazzling Yancheng night view below, he used that hardest leather belt she personally picked, hitting forcefully, again and again...

“Shh—iya!”

Xiao Jing shuddered but her brown eyes grew more excited and bright.

Right!

If she had another camera to record some of these beautiful moments, it would be perfect!