Cinderella and the Male God

3:00 p.m.

Yannan Short Drama Film and Television Base, Phase One, meeting room.

All of the company's key leaders were present.

The large screen displayed the base's design blueprints and future development plans.

"Media promotion has been effective so far, but engagement remains low. I suggest increasing content placement on short-video platforms."

"Next, we'll plan a series of online livestream events, inviting well-known directors or actors to visit the base and further raise its profile—"

Zhang Guanming, director of the Marketing Department, stood beside the projector with a document in hand, speaking in a steady, clear tone. Afterward, Engineering Department head Wang Zhi, Operations Director Li Wenbo, and others spoke in turn.

The executives took turns speaking, and the atmosphere was lively yet orderly.

This was Yannan Short Drama Film and Television's first internal senior management meeting, making it highly significant.

Tang Song sat at the head of the table in a dark blue suit, his expression calm and reserved, exuding an impossible-to-ignore sense of pressure.

Most of these executives had been recruited or assigned by Yan Province Cultural Tourism Investment and Handing Group.

Tang Song had De Ju Ren He screen them. After confirming there were no major issues, he had not made any sweeping personnel changes.

Moreover, for a newly opened film and television base, official promotion was extremely important.

Quite a few of these people came with official connections and resources. Their involvement also provided invisible support for the base's development.

The meeting soon reached its conclusion.

Tang Song swept his gaze over everyone present and gave a brief closing summary.

Warm applause rang through the meeting room.

After the meeting, Tang Song returned to his office, sat in his large executive chair, and let out a long breath.

He took out his phone and checked it. There were already quite a few unread messages.

Besides work reports, there were also photos from the beautician showing her new car.

In the pictures, she held a bouquet of flowers and stood beside a Mercedes-Benz G63, her face carrying a bright smile and her eyes filled with happiness and satisfaction.

Qianqian: "Thank you for the gift, Brother Song. I love it so much!"

Qianqian: "I just took it for a test drive, and it feels amazing! When you're free, I'll take you for a ride!"

It was obvious how happy she was. She then sent many more messages about her driving experience, along with photos of the car's exterior and interior.

Tang Song smiled as he read through them, then replied, "I'm glad you like it. This car suits you well, but be careful when driving."

Qianqian: "Mm-hm, I'll be careful! You need to rest too. Don't work yourself too hard."

The two chatted for a while before someone lightly knocked on the office door.

Immediately afterward, Assistant Lin Mu Xue walked in with elegant, brisk steps.

"President Tang!" A faint smile rested on her face. "The meeting minutes have been organized and sent to every executive who attended."

"Mm, good." Tang Song lightly tapped his fingers on the desk, then rose to his feet. "Everything here should be handled now. Let's go. I'll take you to the Financial Center."

Lin Mu Xue paused, then said softly, "President Tang, the Marketing Department has confirmed the first draft of the promotional video shooting plan for the base. It's rather important, so I'd like to stay and follow up on it. I'll report back to you afterward. Is that alright?"

Now that the film and television base was operational, Xue Tang Culture could begin taking on projects as well.

Besides government leaders and representatives of partner companies, there had also been directors, artists, and media personnel at today's opening ceremony. They were currently touring the base.

She planned to go make an impression and build some connections along the way, paving the road for her future plans.

By now, she could clearly sense the changes in Tang Song's impression of her and his attitude toward her, which made her increasingly bold and uninhibited.

Tang Song watched her subtle expression, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly. "Sure. Thank you for your hard work, Assistant Lin."

He knew Xiao Xue like the back of his hand, and with Passive Skill - Observer, he naturally saw that she had some little thoughts of her own.

But he did not dislike that.

Everyone had their own privacy.

Especially since Xiao Xue had never been a simple, straightforward person. Having a few little thoughts was perfectly normal.

That was part of her personality. Tang Song had no intention of twisting it or exposing it.

Lin Mu Xue straightened up. "It's no trouble. It's my duty to serve President Tang!"

Tang Song smiled and lightly patted Xiao Xue's waist. "Keep it up, Assistant Lin."

Lin Mu Xue looked into Tang Song's eyes, leaned closer, and whispered, "President Tang, why do your eyes seem prettier? Don't tell me you're wearing colored contacts?"

As she spoke, she gave him a playful blink.

Tang Song smiled knowingly and suddenly said, "Maybe it's because you're in my eyes."

"Ah!" Lin Mu Xue covered her mouth with a soft cry, her legs squeezing tightly together as her bladder contracted.

Tang Song's sudden sweet words nearly took half her life away.

Her face gradually turned red and hot, her heart pounding like a deer's. For a moment, she did not know what to say.

Tang Song reached out and pinched her cheek, smiling. "Alright, get back to work here. I'm leaving first."

With that, he turned and strode out.

He had used up all of the Male God's Eye Drops two days ago.

The appearance of his eyes had indeed been improving little by little. The changes had not been abrupt, which was why they had only become clearly noticeable by today.

Visually speaking, his eyes were now clean and clear, without bloodshot veins, cloudiness, or excessive discharge.

The faint bags beneath his eyes were transforming into refined aegyo-sal. His double eyelids had become increasingly narrow and soft, while the corners of his eyes had gained a slight upward curve and a healthy rosy tint.

Needless to say, eyes naturally had a major impact on a person's appearance.

Although Tang Song had always been a handsome hunk, his face as a whole had not possessed any particularly distinctive features.

But now, these eyes were increasingly becoming the finishing touch.

When people saw him for the first time, the first thing they would remember would be his eyes.

As the elevator descended, Tang Song took the opportunity to open the System Interface and check his personal information.

Player: Tang Song (76 Charm)

Role: Songmei Clothing - President

Height: 184 CM, Weight: 80 KG

Constitution: 75, Endurance: 78, Agility: 71, Insight: 83

Asset Status:

Balance: 97 million yuan (Investment Capital: 504.5 million yuan)

The further improvement to his appearance, along with binding his third partner, had successfully raised his Charm score to 76.

Besides that, his basic attributes had also improved slightly.

However, because he had bought two cars outright, his balance had fallen below a Small Goal.

Come to think of it, he had not withdrawn money from the Popular Me title in quite some time.

And as work had grown busier, he had rarely managed his Douyin and Little Red Book accounts.

At that thought, Tang Song's gaze flickered.

For him, there was actually another way to increase his Charm Value—raising his prestige and public recognition.

Moreover, gaining more followers on his Little Red Book account might also trigger hidden rewards.

Perhaps he could start managing it again later, though he would need to switch to a different niche.

After all, he had already completed his transformation.

"Yi Yi." The car door closed gently.

Tang Song leaned back against the comfortable seat and said, "Take me to Songmei Clothing."

"Alright." Liu Jiayi nodded crisply as the Rolls Royce Phantom pulled away smoothly.

Looking at the female driver in the front seat, valiant, cool, and full of presence, Tang Song suddenly asked, "Xiao Qi, if I remember correctly, you're from the Northeast, right?"

Hearing his form of address, Liu Jiayi's left index finger twitched. In an even tone, she replied, "Yes, President Tang. I'm from Liao Province."

The other party had called her "Old Seven" several times before. Compared with that, "Xiao Qi" was still acceptable.

The corners of Tang Song's mouth rose slightly. "This Friday afternoon, Songmei Clothing is going to Wushan City for a team-building trip. It's close to your hometown. Want to come along?"

At his invitation, Liu Jiayi's gaze flickered. She nodded. "Yes, President Tang! You can call me whenever you go on a business trip or travel."

As if afraid Tang Song might misunderstand, she added quietly, "For your safety."

Looking at her beautiful, sharply defined profile, Tang Song gave a light laugh. "Sure. By the way, Xiao Qi, I'm curious about something. How good are your martial arts? Can you split stone tablets and crack rocks?"

Liu Jiayi's eye twitched. "No, but I possess professional combat and self-defense skills, along with extensive emergency response experience. With the support of a formal security team, I can ensure your safety in the vast majority of situations."

"Hehe, I'm joking. Don't be so serious." Tang Song smiled, then began chatting with her about Tang Security.

As one of the country's most well-known comprehensive security service providers, Tang Security was also a group enterprise.

Its businesses included security services, armed escort services, and security engineering. It had established branches in major provinces and cities across the country.

Wushan City, the location of this team-building trip, also had one of its branches.

Liu Jiayi had been assigned as his bodyguard by Secretary Jin, so Tang Song naturally trusted her greatly.

His invitation for her to come along this time was actually to ensure the safety of the entire team-building trip.

The car drove steadily along Yuxiang Street.

As they neared South Second Ring Road, the campus of Yan City Normal University appeared in Tang Song's view.

Tang Song suddenly said, "Drop me off at the south gate of Normal University."

"Alright."

Looking at the familiar Teacher's Apartment in the distance and savoring the memory of the radish kimchi from that morning, Tang Song could not help but sigh inwardly.

He had actually wanted to visit Normal University for quite some time. On one hand, there was Hang City Yimai Technology Co., Ltd., which Jiang You Rong had mentioned before. Once Hua Chang Apparel was done with its current work, he planned to begin contacting them, and he needed to discuss the details with Jiang You Rong beforehand.

On the other hand, it was naturally for that Cinderella.

After spending so much time together, he had always held a special good impression of Qian Lele.

That good impression was not limited to feelings between a man and a woman. It also contained some of an older brother's concern for his younger sister.

When it came to Qian Lele, Tang Song could not bear to treat her badly.

His deliberate distance during this time had actually been because he hoped she could calm down and see whether the emotions budding in her heart would naturally fade away.

Now, it seemed that perhaps he had gone too far.

He had caused considerable harm to that sensitive, insecure, innocent female college student.

A little after 4:00 p.m.

The Rolls Royce Phantom slowly came to a stop outside the south gate of Normal University, instantly drawing many people to stop and discuss it.

The car door opened, and as Tang Song stepped out, several female university students immediately blushed and felt their hearts race, letting out uncontrollable soft cries.

His high-end hard-soled leather shoes clicked clearly against the cement pavement.

In the autumn afternoon, a warm breeze lifted his hair and the hem of his clothes, blending him with the surrounding scenery into a beautiful picture.

"H-hello..." A round-faced girl boldly stepped forward, but the moment she met Tang Song's crystal-clear eyes, she immediately shrank back, her face burning red.

The other girls were eager to try as well, but in the end, none of them managed to gather the courage.

Only after that handsome, upright figure disappeared from view did they feel a little regretful and wistful.

Inside the campus.

Old red-brick teaching buildings, a modern experimental center, and small sculptures nestled among green trees.

Students in groups of two or three either hurried along with books in their arms or sat together, discussing questions in low voices.

The entire campus was permeated with a quiet yet vibrant atmosphere.

Looking at the scene before him, Tang Song could not help recalling bits and pieces of his own university days, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Although more than three years had passed, his university life remained vivid in his memory.

About ten minutes later, Tang Song entered the Computer Science Department's teaching building.

He took the elevator to the fourth floor.

Office doors lined both sides of the corridor, each bearing labels with the teacher's name and title.

Tang Song quickly found the room he was looking for.

Room 412, Jiang You Rong—Associate Professor.

Knock, knock, knock—

He gently knocked on the door, and a soft yet somewhat cool female voice came from inside. "Come in."

Tang Song pushed open the door and walked into the office.

He immediately saw Jiang You Rong sitting behind her desk, focused on her computer screen.

She wore a beige knitted cardigan over a white blouse, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Her entire bearing exuded intellectual elegance.

At this moment, she was much more like the female university professor Tang Song remembered.

Hearing the footsteps, Jiang You Rong looked up, revealing her pretty face.

When she saw Tang Song standing at the door, she froze for a moment before an incredulous expression appeared on her face.

She quickly stood up, her eyes full of delight. "Tang Song! You're here?"

Tang Song raised a hand and smiled. "Hello, Professor Jiang. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

"Of course not. You're welcome anytime!" Jiang You Rong's full chest rose and fell as she instinctively adjusted her fluffy hair. She walked out from behind the desk, her plump, mature figure fully revealed.

Tang Song could not help taking a few extra looks.

Professor Jiang had a standard slightly plump figure. Her waist-to-hip ratio was not particularly outstanding, and she even had a little softness around her lower abdomen. Her thighs were plump as well, yet she was simply very feminine.

Perhaps that was the charm of a mature woman.

Their eyes met. Seeing Tang Song's crystal-clear, bright, lively eyes, Jiang You Rong's face flushed slightly.

Her heartbeat began to accelerate.

"I came to see Professor Jiang this time mainly about Yimai Technology's financing." Tang Song's tone was gentle, but carried a hint of seriousness.

"Have a seat first. I was just about to tell you about the latest developments." Jiang You Rong casually closed the office door and gestured for Tang Song to sit in a chair nearby.

She then went to the desk, took a disposable cup from the drawer, and poured him a cup of fruit tea from a health kettle.

"The conditions here are simple, so please don't mind the poor hospitality."

As Jiang You Rong spoke, she handed him the cup, her fingertips inadvertently brushing the back of Tang Song's hand.

The warmth from that brief touch stirred her heart slightly.

Tang Song accepted the cup, lowered his head, and took a sip. The sweet-and-sour fragrance of fruit spread across his tongue. "Thank you. It tastes very good."

Jiang You Rong pursed her lips in a light laugh, took a document from the cabinet, and handed it over. "This is the Research Report I compiled. It mainly covers Yimai Technology's internal situation and should be of some help to you."

"Oh?" Tang Song raised his brows, reached out to take it, and showed a surprised expression. "This detailed?"

Jiang You Rong said somewhat proudly, "Mm. I made a special trip to Hang City, treated my classmate to a lavish meal, and put in a great deal of effort before getting this information."

Tang Song said sincerely, "Thank you, Professor Jiang."

Besides an introduction to the founding team, it also contained information on some core employees, patent technologies, and more.

It was clear Jiang You Rong had truly put a lot of thought into it.

Jiang You Rong opened a chair and sat down, saying playfully, "Does this count as you owing me a favor?"

As the distance between them narrowed, Tang Song could clearly smell the faint fragrance on her body—elegant yet warm, carrying the mature charm of a woman tempered by time.

"Of course. If Professor Jiang ever needs help with anything, you can come to me anytime."

"Then I'll hold you to that." Jiang You Rong wore a charming yet dignified smile and lightly brushed Tang Song with her calf. "You used to call me Sister You Rong whenever we met. Why are you being so distant now?"

Sensing the teasing intent behind her action, Tang Song's eyelid twitched. He said lightly, "We're at school, after all. I still need to preserve Sister You Rong's authority. In fact, I have great respect for professors and scholars like you."

Hearing that, Jiang You Rong covered her mouth and gave a light laugh, her eyes shimmering. "When I went to Hang City this time, I used academic exchange as a cover and tested their Large Model. Are you interested? Want to hear about it?"

"I'd love to."

Jiang You Rong folded her hands over her thighs, leaned forward slightly, and began introducing it in a low voice.

As an associate professor in the computer science department, Jiang You Rong's professional abilities naturally went without saying.

When she had first become Jin Meixiao's assistant, she had also been responsible for the Internet Plus and technology sectors.

If she had not been unable to endure hardship, the person in charge of Meigou Technology might not have been Li Chan now.

That was also why she had regretted it so much she could slap her thigh.

After quite a while.

Jiang You Rong stood up, lifted her mug, took a sip of tea, and asked with a smile, "Is there anything else you'd like to know? Just treat me as your consultant. Free of charge."

Tang Song pondered for a moment before suddenly asking, "Sister You Rong, Lele is in class right now, isn't she?"

Jiang You Rong nodded. "Mm, their major does indeed have a large class this afternoon. It ends at 5:40."

Tang Song raised his wrist and checked the time. There were still around twenty minutes until class ended.

"Where is she having class? I haven't seen her in a while. I kind of miss her."

"In the large tiered classroom on the east side of the fifth floor."

Tang Song stood up. "Thank you, Sister You Rong. I'll go wait for her over there. I'll treat you to a meal separately another day."

"Uh, alright. Then I'll wait for that meal."

Watching his departing back, Jiang You Rong's gaze became complicated.

As class neared its end, the atmosphere in the tiered classroom was relaxed and cheerful.

Quite a few people huddled together, quietly discussing where to eat later and where to have fun that night.

"Creak—" A female student who had just returned from the restroom sat down in her seat and excitedly lowered her voice. "Classmates! Classmates! There's a super handsome guy outside our classroom! He looked at me when I passed by just now. Those eyes, oh my God! I feel like I'm going to have insomnia tonight!"

Hearing her exaggerated words, several familiar girls nearby quickly gathered around.

"Is he really that handsome? Is he from our school?"

"Could it be that freshman, Wang Yanche?"

The female student continued mysteriously, "He's wearing a suit and looks pretty mature, not like a college student. Tsk, that body is simply incredible. I was practically drooling."

"Is it really that exaggerated?"

"Xiao Rong, where is he?"

"When I came in, he was standing diagonally across from the classroom door. You could see him at a glance. He was definitely the most eye-catching one, but I don't know whether he's still there now."

"No way, I have to see him with my own eyes! I love handsome guys in suits the most!"

One girl stood up directly and slipped out under the pretense of going to the restroom.

Right after that, she never came back.

"What's going on with Linlin? I'll ask her on WeChat."

"Quick, quick, quick! Send her a message. Ask if the handsome guy is still there, and have her take a photo. Let's see whether he's really as exaggerated as Xiao Rong said."

A moment later, a candid photo appeared in the small WeChat group.

The image showed a young man standing by the window.

His crisp suit outlined an exceptional figure of broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

He held a folder in his hand, confident and elegant as he lowered his head to read it seriously.

Although his entire face could not be seen clearly, his striking brows and eyes, defined jawline, and straight bridge of the nose still radiated breathtaking charm.

Because of the lighting and angle, the image was not particularly clear, but that half-hidden effect instead gave it even more atmosphere and mystery.

He looked like the male lead who had stepped out of a novel or comic—noble and handsome.

The girls around them stared at the photo, their eyes gleaming.

"He's totally my ideal type!"

"Is he still outside? I want to go see him too!"

The chatter grew noisy.

Shi Xueqi placed her Mobile Phone on the desk, patted the two classmates in front of her, and said excitedly, "Lele, Wen Jia, do you want to take a look? I just got this photo."

The class in the tiered classroom was a large one, with students from several majors attending together. There were not many people from their major sitting here.

Qian Lele paused for a moment, gently shook her head, and continued studying with her head lowered, showing little interest.

Li Wenjia, who was wearing earphones, turned back and glanced at it. Her eyes instantly lit up. "Wow! Send it to me on WeChat!"

"I heard he's still outside the classroom right now. Class is about to end, so we can go take a few more looks later. Hehe."

At 5:40 in the evening, the dismissal bell sounded.

The students packed up their belongings and filed out of the classroom.

Li Wenjia urged, "Come on, Xue Qi. What are you spacing out for?"

"Wait for me, I need to touch up my makeup!" Shi Xueqi said as she applied lipstick with a small mirror, then organized her hair as well.

Li Wenjia teased, "Such a show-off. It's like you're really going to go up and make Small Talk with him. Lele, let's go first. You don't have a part-time job tonight, right? Let's go to the cafeteria and Eat a meal together."

"Mm." Qian Lele nodded, slung on her backpack, and stood up.

"Hey, hey, wait for me! Let's go together!"

Seeing the two about to leave, Shi Xueqi hurriedly finished applying her lipstick, fussed with her hair a few more times, and quickly caught up.

Following the crowd out of the classroom, Shi Xueqi and Li Wenjia unconsciously slowed their steps and, like many others, secretly turned their eyes toward the window.

"He's so handsome. His temperament is really amazing!"

"Ahhh, is he looking at us?"

"Hey, why is he walking this way? I'm so nervous!"

The footsteps gradually drew closer. Their bodies stiffened, and they hurriedly shut their mouths, pretending to continue walking As if nothing happened, while their hearts pounded like drums.

Sensing that something was off, Qian Lele Looked up in surprise.

Their gazes met. Her heartbeat suddenly skipped, and her steps unconsciously halted. Looking at that familiar figure, her mind went completely blank.

Shi Xueqi and Li Wenjia froze for a moment and stopped as well.

Just as they were about to say something, a clear, magnetic voice sounded. "Good afternoon, Lele."

Then, the tall figure Appeared before the three of them, drawing the attention of quite a few people nearby as well.

Shi Xueqi and Li Wenjia showed shocked expressions and simultaneously looked at the classmate beside them.

"What's wrong? Don't recognize me anymore?" Tang Song wore a handsome smile, his gaze gentle as he looked at the Cinderella in front of him.

Qian Lele bit her Lips and quickly forced herself to wake up. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Brother, why did you come?"

Tang Song smiled and rubbed her head. "I came to see you, and to ask you out for dinner while I was at it. Are you free?"

"I am, I'm free." Qian Lele looked shy and delighted, but her eyes were bright and clear.