Xiao Xue: Impossible! Absolutely Impossible!

Opening the System Warehouse, Tang Song saw a fragment flickering with purple light lying quietly in the inventory.

As he read the item description, Tang Song's gaze flickered.

An interaction mission with Su Yu?

Though he felt sorry for the female celebrity's emotional breakdown, the appearance of this item gave him a legitimate chance to get close to her.

He just didn't know whether it would involve contact in reality.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Song suppressed the stirrings in his heart, selected Su Yu's Emotional Fragment, and used it immediately.

"Ding! Special item Su Yu's Emotional Fragment has been used. Generating mission—"

"Ding! You have triggered the Character Interaction Mission: Visiting and Cameo. Please proceed to the Mission Center to check it."

Mission Content: Su Yu will soon be filming the new urban workplace drama "Beneath the Glamour" at Mo Du Film and Television Base. On October 4, 2023, go to Mo Du Film and Television Base to visit Su Yu while she is filming. Participate in the production as a "special guest cameo actor," complete a scene opposite Su Yu, and soothe Su Yu's emotions.

Mission Reward: Character Interaction Gift Pack *1

Note 1: Interaction content is limited to the scope specified by the system.

Note 2: The interaction location is limited to the filming site, and the duration is within three days.

Note 3: You may not directly or indirectly affect the player's Charm Value or Mission Progress.

After reading the mission description, a brilliant light burst from Tang Song's eyes, and his heart began pounding violently.

Three days of interaction? Filming with the crew?

How was this an interaction mission? This was practically handing him benefits on a platter!

Thinking of that female celebrity with her otherworldly beauty, Tang Song's heart grew increasingly feverish.

Though he wasn't much of an actor, it was only a cameo. Even being Background Support would be fine.

As for soothing Su Yu's emotions, he was quite confident.

That female celebrity had already been PUA'd into a complete mess by his in-game self. At the concert last time, merely visiting her

had been enough to make her weep with joy. Not to mention that this time, they could film together for three days.

Besides, he had already planned to go to Magic City during the National Day holiday.

On one hand, it was for his date with Annie; on the other, he wanted to try triggering the Light Feather of Memory.

And as he recalled, his 2017 self had been immersed in the Celebrity Nurturing Special Instance, and Su Yu was the person he had interacted with most.

Songs, scripts, variety shows... Perhaps this visit and cameo could also help him recover that lost memory.

"President Tang! President Tang!" A cheerful call suddenly rang out beside him, interrupting his thoughts.

Tang Song quickly came to his senses, looked up, and turned toward his side.

Several female colleagues from the Brand Department came over laughing, their faces flushed with excitement.

"Boss, can we take a photo with you?" Sun Yixuan asked first, her voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

"President Tang, I'm your fan too! I want a photo with you as well."

Since Tang Song was currently also the director of the Brand Department, the colleagues in this department had the most contact with him, and there was less distance between them.

Amid the chattering cries, Tang Song also spotted Cheng Qiuqiu, who looked bashful and evasive.

She seemed to have been swept along and nudged over by her colleagues, a faint, unnatural blush on her face.

"Sure, come on." Tang Song smiled and stood in place, his tone gentle.

One female colleague after another gathered around to take photos with him in turn. Some of the bolder ones even hugged his arm directly, laughing so hard their bodies shook.

"Click—" The shutter kept snapping.

"President Tang is so handsome!" After taking her photo, Sun Yixuan excitedly flashed a V-sign and urged, "Qiu Qiu, it's your turn. Come on! Miss this chance, and there won't be another one. Haha."

Right after that, another female colleague gave her a push.

Qiu Qiu staggered forward two steps and stood to Tang Song's right, lowering her gaze as her fingers awkwardly tucked at her hair.

Tang Song turned his head slightly. With every breath, he could catch the faint, cool fragrance on Qiu Qiu's body, like early winter morning dew—crisp and pure.

Then, his gaze inadvertently swept over the top of her head.

Cultivation in Progress—97%—(Not Yet Sprouted)

Over a single night, the progress had risen another 7%. Just a tiny bit more, and it would sprout.

According to his previous estimate, it would definitely happen tonight.

"I'll take it for you. Hurry up and strike a pose!" Sun Yixuan urged teasingly.

Qiu Qiu unconsciously pinched the hem of her clothes and moved a small step closer to Tang Song, so lightly that it was almost imperceptible.

Seeing this, Tang Song chuckled softly and directly wrapped an arm around her shoulders, flashing a dazzling smile at the camera.

"Ah! President Tang is too biased!" Sun Yixuan cried out in mock displeasure.

"No, no, I want to take another photo!"

"Click—click—" The shutter sounded again amid a burst of laughing and playing.

Qiu Qiu's body stiffened slightly, her mind spinning as if the whole world were turning.

Only after the photos were taken, when Tang Song's warm hand left her shoulder, did she gradually come to senses.

Turning her head, she secretly glanced at Tang Song's profile before quietly leaving the crowd.

She took out her mobile phone. The group chat had already received the photos they had just taken.

Looking at the two of them standing so intimately together in the photo, Qiu Qiu's face grew redder and redder.

She stared blankly at it for a long while.

"Bzzz—" Her mobile phone suddenly vibrated violently.

Xu An

Answering the call, Qiu Qiu said softly, "Hello? Xu An."

"Qiu Qiu, are you still busy over there? I'm having Japanese food with some friends at noon. Want to come along?"

Qiu Qiu answered quietly, "No need. You guys go ahead and eat. I'm doing team-building with my colleagues near Shanhaiguan. I'll come find you tonight."

"Ah, all right." Xu An paused, then continued, "Oh, right. I sent you the address on WeChat. We haven't sung together in ages, haha. I'm practically half a professional singer now. When we meet, let's have a PK."

"Mm, okay."

"All right, that's it then. Remember to come early."

After hanging up the phone, Qiu Qiu picked up her mobile phone and checked the earlier WeChat message.

Xu An: Xinghai Music Restaurant Bar.map

She had been so absorbed in looking at the photo that she hadn't even noticed it.

After thinking for a moment, Qiu Qiu glanced at her senior schoolmate, who was introducing attractions to her colleagues, and quickly walked over.

"President Gao."

"What's wrong, Qiu Qiu?" Gao Mengting turned around, a bright smile on her face.

"About that thing we mentioned before—going to the filming location to livestream and shoot videos. Xu An will call his friends over tonight. Do you want to come with me?"

Gao Mengting rubbed her head. "Sure. Crow Mountain is actually pretty chaotic, and I wouldn't feel at ease letting such a pretty girl go out alone."

"Thank you, President Gao."

"Honestly, why are you thanking me? The company should be thanking you instead." Gao Mengting smiled. "If this works out, I'll mention it to President Tang and get you a bonus."

Qiu Qiu pressed her lips together shyly.

The two chatted for a few more moments, then Gao Mengting took Qiu Qiu's hand and headed deeper into the scenic area with their colleagues.

Lanfeng International Luxury Apartment.

Under soft lighting, in the walk-in closet filled with a dazzling array of clothes.

Lin Mu Xue stood in the middle wearing only simple underwear, her long legs and slender waist fully reflected in the mirror.

Her fingers slid over row after row of hangers before finally stopping on a light-blue striped business suit.

"This one!" Lin Mu Xue snapped her fingers, quickly took down the outfit, and put it on.

She spun around before the mirror, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

The top was a fitted blazer with clean tailoring and a slightly cinched waist, making her look capable without sacrificing feminine charm.

The bottoms were high-waisted wide-leg trousers with an excellent drape, giving her a natural aura with every step.

It looked formal without being too stiff, while also emphasizing her tall, sexy figure.

"Perfect!" She made a victory sign at the mirror, her eyes shining with confidence.

Next, she sat before the vanity to apply makeup and choose accessories.

The person she was about to meet was Su Yu.

This Emperor Su had been pressing down on her for far too long. Whenever she thought of her, she could feel immense pressure.

She had to face this ultimate trial in her best possible spirits and condition.

In fact, the moment she had seen the name "Beneficiary—Su Yu" at Juqing Huijin's office, she had already begun mentally preparing herself.

Though she felt somewhat awed now, she wasn't panicking.

As long as she got through this, Qianqian and she could stay steadily by Tang Song's side.

Thinking of her beloved President Tang, Lin Mu Xue gritted her teeth and encouraged herself.

Whether Su Yu wanted to suppress and bully them, or declare her ownership and presence, she would do her best to face it.

Then, Lin Mu Xue took out a black-and-silver Hermès Birkin 30. It was one of the bags Su Yu had given Qianqian during their trip to the Imperial Capital, and she had spent money to buy one from her.

Carrying this bag could also raise her initial Good impression a little.

Picking up the bag and choosing a pair of black pointed-toe High Heels, Lin Mu Xue stood before the mirror, swept back her long hair, and stared ahead with cold confidence.

In an extremely melodramatic murmur, she said, "September 24, 2023. Emperor Mu Xue faces Emperor Su. We shall fight until the sea of stars sinks and heaven and earth collapse—"

She grabbed her car keys, twisted her Slender Waist and Perky Buttocks, and strode out the door.

Soon, a matte gray Porsche 911 drove out of the Underground Parking Lot.

Building 6, Yanjing Huating.

"Ding dong—ding dong—"

The doorbell rang. Within seconds, the Main Door was pulled open.

"Xiao Xue, you're here! Come in!" Zhao Yaqian grabbed her arm, her face full of delight.

They entered the Living Room and sat down on the sofa.

Zhao Yaqian asked nervously, "Xiao Xue, why do you think she's coming to Yancheng to see me?"

Although the other party had been very friendly during their several calls, the identity of "Tang Song's Official Girlfriend" had a tremendous impact on her.

All along, she had comforted herself by believing she was Tang Song's first love, his first woman.

But now, a Wei Xiao had suddenly appeared—someone who had known Tang Song for a long time—and that put enormous pressure on her.

Lin Mu Xue gently patted the Beautician's back, her voice gentle yet firm. "Qianqian, let me ask you first. Do you trust Tang Song?"

"Mm-hm!" Zhao Yaqian nodded vigorously, her eyes filled with deep affection.

"That's good." Lin Mu Xue smiled slightly and rubbed her Hair Strands. "As long as he still loves you, none of this matters. You're not trying to fight her for the position of 'Main Wife.' Just remain respectful and polite. And try your best to get along with her."

Zhao Yaqian sighed, though her brows remained tightly furrowed. "I understand what you mean. It's just that I Don't know what to say to her, and I Don't know what kind of person she is. That's why I'm worried."

"Don't worry." Lin Mu Xue stood up, her gaze resolute and confident. "I'll stand in front of you. I won't let anyone bully you."

She had only come this far with Tang Song because of the opportunity the Beautician had given her back then.

And now, the time had come for her test.

Hearing her best friend's words, the Beautician was instantly deeply moved. She stood and tightly hugged Xiao Xue, planting several hard kisses on her face. "Thank you, my dear."

The two hugged for quite a while, their sisterly bond on full display.

Lin Mu Xue gently patted Zhao Yaqian's back, then released her. Her gaze fell on Zhao Yaqian's outfit, and she frowned slightly. "Qianqian, this outfit won't do. It's too soft. Once you meet her, your Aura will definitely get crushed."

"Then what should I wear?"

Zhao Yaqian's clothes had also been chosen after much deliberation. They were Chanel's new autumn collection.

"Let me help you!" Lin Mu Xue grabbed the Beautician and headed straight into the main bedroom's walk-in closet.

She began helping her dress up.

More than half an hour later.

Zhao Yaqian, now dressed in a business-style outfit, looked herself over in the mirror and smiled brightly. "It's beautiful. Thank you, Xiao Xue."

The dark bodycon skirt paired with nude stockings made her Wine Glass Legs look even more alluring.

Her exquisite makeup complemented her striking, richly featured face. Combined with the stockings, bodycon skirt, and casual blazer draped over her shoulders, she looked tall, glamorous, and graceful.

She looked just like those confident brand founders online.

At 10:30 in the morning, outside the TC Private Club in Chang'an District.

A commanding Mercedes-Benz G63 came to a steady stop. The doors opened, and two elegant, sexy figures stepped out.

The two stood before the club and looked up at the quiet, exquisite Detached Small Building before them.

Zhao Yaqian instinctively grabbed Lin Mu Xue's arm, her fingertips slightly cold.

"Don't be nervous. I'm here." Lin Mu Xue patted her hand, perfectly calm.

Feeling Xiao Xue's composed confidence, Zhao Yaqian relaxed as well. She said softly, "The first time I went to Juqing Huijin, you came with me. If it hadn't been for you then, I definitely would have embarrassed myself. Thank you, Xiao Xue."

"Hehe, it was nothing." Lin Mu Xue's Corner of the eye twitched, her expression slightly unnatural.

When she had first met the Beautician, she had claimed she was going there to support her. Yet once she arrived, the scene had nearly scared her into wetting herself.

Those memories were too painful to revisit!

Fortunately, after Several months of growth, she was no longer the Fake Socialite she had once been.

As the General Assistant of Confluent Capital and an in-service MBA student at Imperial College London, she now had enough confidence.

Even if the other party was Su Yu!

"Let's go, Qianqian. We're going in!"

After arriving at the reception desk and giving her name, the club's female manager in a suit immediately broke into a radiant smile.

She warmly led them into the elevator and straight up to the third floor.

The Elevator Door opened, revealing a luxurious, spacious corridor.

The female manager shifted slightly to the side, made a welcoming gesture, and led them to the business discussion area.

"Two ladies, your distinguished guest is waiting in the tea room. Please come in."

After saying that, she bowed slightly, then turned and left on light feet.

Standing before the tea room door, Zhao Yaqian took a deep breath and reached for the handle.

Just as she was about to push the door open, Lin Mu Xue suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Qianqian, no matter who you see later, don't make a big fuss." Lin Mu Xue's gaze was bright and resolute, her tone carrying a trace of seriousness. "You have to stay calm. Right now, you're facing another woman in your man's life. Put aside her identity and confront the essence of it!"

Up to this point, she had never revealed anything about Su Yu to Zhao Yaqian.

After all, Juqing Huijin's trust required absolute confidentiality. As Tang Song's assistant, she could not disclose such information casually.

Still, they were meeting today after all.

She only hoped Zhao Yaqian could remain calm, not be looked down upon by the other party, and certainly not be overwhelmed by her aura.

"I know, Xiao Xue!" Zhao Yaqian gave her a reassuring look, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Lin Mu Xue slowly released her hand, lifted her head and chest, and stared straight ahead with a confident smile.

Now online: "Lin · Financial Elite · Fashion Trendsetter · Emperor Mu Xue."

Click—

The handle was pressed down, and the tea room door slowly opened.

A faint fragrance of tea came assaulting the senses.

The first thing they saw was a woman making tea.

She wore a simple business outfit, her movements light and practiced. Though her looks were not especially striking, every gesture radiated composure and elegance. Her temperament was exceptional.

A vase of roses sat on the tea table as well.

However, Zhao Yaqian and Lin Mu Xue's gazes were soon drawn to another figure.

She stood before the floor-to-ceiling window with her back to them.

She wore a light-colored traditional-style outfit, its hem hanging softly like flowing clouds and water, perfectly outlining her golden-proportioned figure.

Her long brown hair was pinned up with a wooden hairpin, exposing a fair, slender neck.

She seemed ethereal and detached from the world, like clouds and mist.

The instant they saw that back, Zhao Yaqian and Lin Mu Xue both held their breaths.

Yet their expressions could not have been more different.

Though Zhao Yaqian was somewhat nervous, she remained relatively composed, her eyes carrying only a trace of curiosity and awe.

Lin Mu Xue, on the other hand, was full of shock and bewilderment. Her eyes were wide and round, as if she had seen something utterly unbelievable.

(°°)

She had attended the Su Yu Concert and seen many of Su Yu's photo shoots, so she could easily tell.

The woman before her was not Su Yu. Her temperament and overall feeling were completely different.

But—how was that possible?!

Su Yu wasn't Tang Song's official girlfriend?

As far as she knew, Juqing Huijin had only three beneficiaries: Zhao Yaqian, Wen Ruan, and Su Yu.

Those three should have been the most important women in Tang Song's heart.

And Su Yu, as a top-tier actress and billionaire, should have been Tang Song's "official girlfriend" from every possible angle.

But who was this woman before them? Why was she here?

Could it be that Su Yu was not Tang Song's official girlfriend?

Thump, thump— Her heartbeat rang in her ears like pounding drums.

Everything had gone completely beyond her expectations, and Lin Mu Xue's breathing became somewhat rapid.

Just then, the figure seemed to notice the movement behind her and slowly turned around.

An incomparably beautiful face gradually appeared before them.

Unlike Su Yu's cold, celestial beauty, her appearance held no aggression whatsoever, yet it gave people an indescribable sense of nobility.

Her eyes were calm and deep, full of spirit.

"Qianqian, Mu Xue, hello. Welcome." Her voice was like a stream in the mountains, carrying a hint of coolness while remaining utterly soothing.

Hearing the familiar voice, Zhao Yaqian pressed her lips together and said softly, "Hello, Smiling Sister. I'm very happy to meet you. You're even more beautiful than I imagined."

Secretary Jin smiled faintly, warmth appearing in her eyes. "Thank you for the compliment, Qianqian."

Zhao Yaqian looked up and, following Xiao Xue's guidance, gathered courage to look into the other party's eyes.

Before coming here, she had kept wondering what kind of woman could be Brother Song's official girlfriend.

Only after truly meeting her did she realize that she was even more outstanding than she had imagined.

Facing her, Zhao Yaqian even felt somewhat inferior. It was an instinctive feeling.

After saying the lines Xiao Xue had taught her, Zhao Yaqian turned her gaze to her side and waited for Xiao Xue to take the lead.

Then she saw a face that had turned bright red.

A dull thud echoed through the tea room.

Lin Mu Xue's treasured Hermès Birkin 30 slipped from her hand and crashed heavily to the floor.

Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes were filled with incredulous shock, as though her entire world had collapsed in that instant.

"Xiao Xue, what's wrong?" Zhao Yaqian hurriedly grabbed her arm. "Are you okay?"

Lin Mu Xue's lips parted slightly, but she could only mutter unconsciously, "Ahba ahba—"

Jin... Jin Meixiao... Director Jin?!

Impossible?! This was absolutely impossible?!

Was she dreaming? Right! She had to be dreaming!

She bit down hard on the tip of her tongue, and a sharp, unmistakable pain shot through her.

Oh my god! What the hell was all this?!

A fine layer of sweat instantly covered Lin Mu Xue's forehead. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed against the Beautician.

"Xiao Xue, don't scare me!" Zhao Yaqian hurriedly held her arm, panic slipping into her voice. "What's wrong with you?"

"Let her sit down first." The clear, cool voice sounded again. Secretary Jin walked to the center of the tea room, her tone calm and composed.

Zhao Yaqian froze for a moment, then nodded. She gently patted Lin Mu Xue's back and said softly, "Xiao Xue, it's okay. Don't be afraid. Let's sit down first, all right?"

With that, Zhao Yaqian supported Lin Mu Xue and slowly helped her onto the sofa.

Just as she was about to pick up the bag from the floor, she discovered that "Smiling" had already bent down and picked up the Hermès Birkin 30, her movements graceful and natural.

"Thank you, Smiling Sister."

"You're welcome." Secretary Jin responded with a smile, then sat opposite them and gently placed the bag to one side.

Lin Tiantian, having finished brewing the tea, rose slightly and poured each of the three women a cup, her movements light and practiced.

Zhao Yaqian thanked her, then softly comforted Xiao Xue beside her. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here."

She felt that her best friend was clearly not right at the moment. She had obviously been frightened out of her wits.

But this place was safe, and Smiling Sister was breathtakingly beautiful. She was not scary at all, was she?

This looked more like she had seen something unclean.

Secretary Jin quietly watched the scene, a complicated emotion flashing through her eyes.

She lifted her teacup and took a sip, saying calmly, "Assistant Lin, if you aren't feeling well, you can go back and rest first. We can talk another day."

Hearing her voice, Lin Mu Xue suddenly came to her senses.

She looked up, staring directly at that incomparably beautiful face, her voice trembling as she said, "Director Jin."

"It's me."

Hiss— Lin Mu Xue unconsciously tightened her grip on Zhao Yaqian's hand, seemingly seeking comfort and strength. Her lips trembled. "Hello, um— I'm— Lin Mu Xue— It's such an honor to meet you—"

Her words were somewhat incoherent, mixed with a little Shaanxi Province dialect she could not control.

Listening to their conversation, Zhao Yaqian gradually understood. "Xiao Xue, you know Smiling Sister?"

"I know her. Of course I know her." Lin Mu Xue's voice carried shock and confusion.

How could she not know the famous Jin Meixiao when she loved showing off so much?

The founder of Smiling Holdings, the world's richest woman, Entrepreneur of the Year in 2018, one of Time's 100 Most Influential People.

A Forbes cover figure.

Any one of those titles was enough to make people look up to her.

Qin Yingxue and Shangguan Qiuya were both merely her assistants.

Lin Mu Xue had once copied her outfits to elevate her own image.

She had never imagined that the other party would appear before her in this way.

"Have some tea." Secretary Jin lightly brushed the cuff of her right sleeve with her left hand and elegantly gestured for them to drink. Her manner was gentle, yet it carried an invisible sense of pressure.

"Thank you, Director Jin."

Lin Mu Xue mechanically lifted her teacup and took small sips.

The tea room fell silent again, with only the fragrance of tea lingering in the air.

After finishing a cup of tea.

Lin Mu Xue gradually calmed down, and her mind began working again.

Then some speculation arose in her heart.

Tang Song knew Shangguan Qiuya and Qin Yingxue, and they were close. It was only natural that he knew Director Jin as well.

The Tang Jin Family Office was also among Confluent Capital's shareholders.

Could Director Jin be playing a joke on them?

"Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Jin Meixiao." Secretary Jin paused, then smiled at Zhao Yaqian. "Of course, you can still call me 'Smiling.'"

Hearing that name, Zhao Yaqian vaguely felt that it sounded familiar, but she did not think much of it. "Hello, Smiling Sister."

"Director Jin—" Lin Mu Xue spoke with difficulty, her voice dry. "What exactly is your relationship with President Tang?"

Secretary Jin did not answer directly. Instead, she asked lightly, "Don't you think the clothes I'm wearing look familiar?"

Clothes?

Only then did Lin Mu Xue and Zhao Yaqian focus on the other party's traditional-style outfit. They froze for a moment, then recalled it.

This outfit was practically identical to the one Tang Song had worn on Qixi Festival!

"It's a couple's outfit?!" Lin Mu Xue blurted out.

Secretary Jin softly said, "Mm," a smug smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

Then she casually pointed at the roses on the tea table and said airily, "He gave them to me this morning."

Hearing that, Lin Mu Xue's last lingering hope finally died.

Everything she knew had been completely overturned.