Conquer Annie

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Cuihu Tiandi, the lights of Magic City shimmer like gold on the Huangpu River.

The heavy armored door was pulled open.

"Tap, tap, tap-tap -Yi Yi tap," the high heels made a crisp sound.

"President Mo." "President Mo."

"Aunt Chen, Xiaoxi, good evening." Mo Xiangwan entered the room with a faint smile on her face, carrying a bottle of chilled Dom Pérignon in her hand.

The nanny, Aunt Chen, and her assistant, Cheng Xiaoxi, bowed respectfully, flattered by the gesture.

It's worth noting that the CEO of Tang Zong Entertainment is known for his serious and unsmiling demeanor.

She always walks with a brisk and decisive pace, and it's rare to see her like this.

"Where is Little Yu?" Mo Xiangwan asked.

"On the terrace," Cheng Xiaoxi replied quickly.

"Okay, I'll go keep her company. You guys go ahead with your work." Mo Xiangwan patted Cheng Xiaoxi's shoulder affectionately and walked lightly toward Su Yu's bedroom.

She knocked on Yi Yi door, and when there was no response, she pushed the door open and went in.

Then, a soft melody filled the air.

Su Yu walked barefoot on the soft wool carpet, her slender figure outlined by a hazy silver edge in the moonlight.

A violin is held between her slender neck, the bow rests lightly on the strings, and her fingertips press lightly, producing a melody that flows out like water.

Mo Xiangwan recognized the song Yi Yi "La Vie en Rose" after only hearing the beginning.

Romantic, warm, elegant, and soothing, she Jingjing gazed at Su Yu's retreating figure, her eyes half-closed, as if she were in a France street at dusk.

Cool droplets of water gradually seeped from the champagne bottle in her hand, sliding down her fingertips and dripping onto the floor with a faint sound.

Her mind kept replaying Tang Song's embrace that night, and his words.

The music gradually faded away.

Su Yu put down her violin, turned around, raised the bow, and her hair fluttered in the wind, both beautiful and ironic, graceful as a fairy.

"Sister Xiang Wan, you're back."

Mo Xiangwan chuckled and gave a soft "hmm," placed the champagne on the island counter to the side, walked to the cabinet, took out two crystal glasses, and unwrapped the metal foil with a "whoosh." She deftly unscrewed the corks, and the bubbles joyfully rushed into the glasses.

"Happy?" Mo Xiangwan raised an eyebrow and asked. "Happy, very happy." Su Yu raised the platinum ring on her ring finger, and a faint rose fragrance emanated from her.

Mo Xiangwan glanced at the ring, then handed over the wine glass. "It's worth celebrating, congratulations."

"Thank you, Sister Xiang Wan." Su Yu took the wine glass, her fingertips deliberately brushing against the back of Mo Xiangwan's hand, as affectionately as a feline confirming its territory.

This is one of her little habits; she only does this with her closest friends.

Over the years, the person who understands her best is this agent.

Because she cared so much, Su Yu was actually quite afraid—afraid that Annie Kate would cause trouble, and afraid that Tang Song would suddenly change his mind.

Mo Xiangwan personally went to Overseas Chinese Town and accompanied Tang Song to visit the set, which gave her a great sense of security.

"Clink~~" The sound of crystal glasses clinking rang out.

The chilled champagne slid down her throat as Su Yu hummed a song, her steps like dancing. Her dress swayed in the wind, and her fair thighs were faintly visible in the night, bearing the faint marks of bright red kisses.

"Why didn't you remove your makeup?" Mo Xiangwan suddenly asked.

Su Yu tilted her head slightly, revealing a sly smile, "My face and body are covered in his saliva and marks. I can't bear to take a bath, let alone remove my makeup."

"()—" Mo Xiangwan blinked, then asked blankly, "You did it?"

"No, not really." Su Yu shrugged, crossing her long legs. "It's just that the occasion wasn't right; it was a film set after all. But he was very gentle."

She took a small sip of wine, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Tang Song's performance today has removed the deepest thorn in her heart.

On her birthday in 2018, she rushed to the hotel immediately after the birthday party and knocked on his door with great anticipation.

However, she was met with calm and indifference.

From that day on, he drifted further and further away from her.

Su Yu doubted herself more than once, wondering if she was being treated this way because she had expressed her desire to "sleep with him".

For a woman, this is undoubtedly the greatest insult and blow.

From then on, she would cry every time she celebrated her birthday; every time she dreamed of that day, she would wake up in fright.

That's why she felt so much pain when she learned that Tang Song had Zhao Yachian and Wen Ruan.

Today, the meticulously arranged venue, his proposal, his passionate kiss, and his possessiveness all finally made her feel at peace.

"Ding ding ding~~"

The crisp sound of glass clattering against glass rang out from time to time as the two women drank and chatted.

Mo Xiangwan relaxed and sank into the sofa, snuggling close to Su Yu. Her suit jacket was nowhere to be found, and her shirt sleeves were rolled up to her elbows.

The amber-colored wine reflected the two figures, one as elegant as an orchid, the other as cool and aloof as Xianyue in a frosty night.

The atmosphere became increasingly pleasant.

By the end of the drinking session, both of them were a little tipsy.

The song "Poruna Cabeza" started playing from the stereo, and Su Yu pulled Mo Xiangwan, dancing gracefully in the room.

As night deepened, the two lay down on the sofa.

Looking at her blissful face, Mo Xiangwan couldn't help but remind her, "You seem to have been too unruly and willful these past three days, which is quite different from the impression you usually leave on him."

"Hehe." Su Yu shook her head and chuckled. "Sister Xiang Wan, do you remember what he said a year ago?"

Mo Xiangwan's eyes filled with contemplation as she softly repeated, "He said— 'Yi Yi I come back, I hope you will see the real me.'"

"Well, you haven't had much contact with him, so you might not understand him very well." Su Yu stood up and gazed at the darkening sky outside the window. "Tang Song treats me, or rather, us, like we're playing a meticulously designed game. He arranges the script for us and sets the path for our growth—but he has never treated us as his own kind."

Mo Xiangwan unconsciously tilted the wine glass in her hand.

Su Yu suddenly turned around, the light outlining her perfect profile. "In the past, I always followed the plan he made for me, and I didn't dare to deviate from it even once, for fear of upsetting him."

But did you know? For a player, the most interesting part is actually seeing our game characters slowly awaken their own will and break free from their constraints.

She leaned down Whisper in Mo Xiangwan's ear, "So now, I want him to see the real me, and I also want more of him."

"Little Yu!" Mo Xiangwan's lips trembled, her drunkenness instantly dissipating by more than half. "Don't be impulsive!"

She knows Su Yu too well.

Although she was an obedient "Canary" and a love-obsessed person in front of Tang Song, she was actually able to reach the top of Huayu Entertainment and personally create companies such as Gathering Stars and Su Tang Investment.

Su Yu's skills, temperament, talent, and intelligence are all top-notch.

Given her long-standing feud with Director Jin, it's hard to guarantee she wouldn't do anything impulsive without Tang Song's restraint.

For example, an official announcement of a marriage proposal on Weibo.

This was a sore spot for Director Jin.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I just wanted to give her a little taunt." Su Yu rested her chin on Mo Xiangwan's shoulder.

Her breath carried the sweet and bitter scent of champagne, and her voice was tinged with intoxication and amusement. "Besides, they were all women from the Tang Song. Who was more noble than whom?"

I refuse to believe she doesn't talk trash in bed or call for her Dad, hahaha.

Then, she began to tell Mo Xiangwan the "little secret" that Wen Ruan had mentioned earlier.

The reason she dared to use foul language in front of Tang Song, such as "fuck" and "damn it," was because she was influenced by Wen Ruan.

Anyway, if Tang Song really holds her accountable, she'll just say that Wen Ruan taught her.

As a superstar and actress with exceptionally high emotional intelligence, Su Yu could be any kind of woman Tang Song liked.

Even if he wanted to see Jin Meixiao, she could dress up as her and imitate her to a great extent.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were open, and the night breeze carried the moist scent of the Huangpu River.

Mo Xiangwan listened to Su Yu's words and was completely bewildered.

Who would have thought that the aloof and godlike Mr. Tang would have this side to him?

The filter shattered on the ground, but a faint blush rose to my ears, my thoughts a jumbled mess in the night.

As night deepened, Tang Song was engrossed in a strange dream.

In his dream, he stood in the center of an empty concert hall, and an old violin appeared out of thin air in his hand.

When the bow first touched the strings, it produced a piercing noise, making even the simplest scales sound broken and fragmented.

He practiced basic finger techniques day after day, his left fingertips blistered and his right forearm ached from playing the bow for so long.

Gradually, the harsh sound of sawing wood began to take on a melodic quality.

Time flows unusually slowly in dreams.

Hohmann Etudes, 24 Caprices, and Zigeunerweisen

The four fingers of his left hand were covered with thick calluses, while the muscles of his right hand had developed perfect bow-wielding memory.

Each note can accurately convey the emotion you want to express.

October 7, 2023, Saturday, rain, 17~22℃.

At 7 a. m., Magic City was shrouded in a thick drizzle.

Tang Song slowly regained consciousness. The first thing he felt was a swelling in his head, with a lot more knowledge and instincts related to the violin.

Immediately, a rich, sweet fragrance wafted to my nose—it was the scent of Annie.

He frowned, opened his eyes, and in the dim light, he could vaguely see golden hair, fair skin, and sculpted features.

The Tall Mare had somehow slipped into his room. Her 178cm frame was completely pressed against his body, with one leg across his abs and her blonde hair scattered messily across his pillow.

His hands were bound in front of him with his tie.

Tang Song was instantly wide awake.

After returning last night, he was still immersed in the warm afterglow of his filming with Su Yu, and since he needed to use [Su Yu's Soul Tribute] to adjust his state, he went straight back to his room to rest.

Annie was clearly still somewhat rebellious about his morning "Horse Training" and had lost her usual enthusiasm.

Unexpectedly, she launched a surprise attack, taking him by surprise and getting into his bed. While he was immersed in his dream, she tied his hands.

Tang Song tried to move it and found that it was tied quite tightly.

Suddenly, the nightlight by the bedside turned on.

"Hmm~" A soft hum with a nasal tone echoed in the dimly lit room. Annie's long leg, which was lying across Tang Song's abs, suddenly tensed up, and her calf brushed against his V-line almost imperceptibly.

Tang Song turned around and saw Tall Mare wearing a tank top and shorts.

She propped herself up like a one-legged feline, her silk camisole slipping off her shoulders, revealing large expanses of skin tinged with honey by the light.

Her collarbone was beautifully defined, and her fair, deep chest rose and fell slightly.

Her amber-blue eyes were half-open, half-closed, with a hint of flirtatiousness in her gaze, exuding an indescribable sensual tension.

A sleepy American accent whispered in my ear, "Good morning, my dear boss. Oh, you slept so soundly last night, like a carefree little pig. Maybe you were just too tired? But as your 'best friend,' of course I wouldn't disturb your adorable sleep. So, shouldn't you thank me a little?"

As she spoke, Annie touched his abs with her fingers.

Tang Song hissed and said, "I remember locking the door last night."

"Oh, I have all the keys to this house, I can go wherever I want." She swayed smugly.

Tang Song's gaze was involuntarily drawn to it, and his breathing became a little rapid. "Annie, entering someone else's room without permission is a very bad habit."

Noticing his reaction, a sly glint flashed in Annie's eyes, and she lightly licked her lips with the tip of her tongue, a slow and provocative movement.

With a slight movement of her arm, the silk camisole slipped down again, revealing more alluring skin, as if it were about to break free of its restraints at any moment.

Holy crap!

Tang Song's eyes widened slightly.

Annie laughed even more happily, and like a feline that had caught its prey, she moved closer to him, got up and wrapped her arms around his neck.

A husky American accent brushed against my ear like a feather. "Song, don't hide it anymore, you're captivated by me, aren't you? Tell me, who is the sexiest and most alluring woman in the world?"

Tang Song's throat bobbed, and he said sternly, "Untie me!"

"No, no, no~" Annie's blue eyes were half-closed, languid yet provocative, "You can't order me around. If you want me to untie you, then—"

She stretched out her long, slender fingers, pinched Tang Song's chin, and asked in a deep, magnetic voice, "Answer me, who are you most infatuated with?"

The Tall Mare was clearly trying to seduce him, attempting to conquer him in this way.

Just then.

Tang Song suddenly heard a crisp System Prompt Sound.

"Ding! You have triggered the Character Interaction Mission [Conquer Annie]. Please go to the [Task Center] to check it out."

It's another "Character Interaction Mission," the same type as the one I just completed, "Visiting and Cameo."

However, since he has already unlocked [Advisor- Annie], he doesn't need to use [Character Interaction Cards]. As long as the atmosphere is right, the relevant tasks can be triggered.

In fact, this type of task is very common in games.

View task information.

[Mission Objective: Annie Kate possesses the personality of a "top-tier American Alpha," accustomed to taking the initiative and conquering. However, as the player, controlling the character is a fundamental skill. In your subsequent interactions, attempt to win over "Advisor - Annie Kate," dismantle her controlling nature, and make her willingly acknowledge your absolute dominance.]

[Mission Reward: Charm +1; Stamina +3; Tang Song's Belt *1]

View item details.

[Tang Song's Belt]: A classic black belt worn by player "Tang Song". Made of top-quality leather, it combines excellent binding strength with flexibility, and can also produce unexpected effects in certain scenarios. (Constitution +1, Agility +1)

[Note: The significance of a belt is never just decoration; it can also tame those restless "horses".]

After reading the mission description and rewards, Tang Song's eyes lit up instantly.

Good heavens! We've got a big job coming up!

A task can reward you with "Charm Value", "Attribute Points", and "Special Items".

This is enough to illustrate the importance and difficulty of the task, and it cannot be completed in a day or two.

In fact, Annie Kate, as the heiress of America Chaebol, is far more complex than she appears on the surface.

Even the former "player Tang Song" could only suppress her, not "tame" her.

Of course, that's because "player Tang Song" doesn't have much emotion and wouldn't have that kind of desire for Tall Mare.

With his abilities and domineering nature, he didn't need to care about Annie's feelings; all he needed to do was gain control over her resources and connections. But now, back to reality, Tang Song's personality has changed.

Without the restraint of "player Tang Song", Annie is likely to develop a desire for dominance, which may even affect his business plans in the future.

While Tang Song was deep in thought, Annie suddenly exerted her strength, her agile body leaping up like a cheetah, and sitting directly on him.

With his outstanding core strength, he firmly pinned Tang Song down, his movements swift and aggressive.

In the lamplight, her blonde hair flowed like silk, cascading down her cheeks with every movement.

The tank top swayed dramatically with the vigorous movement.

"Answer me!" She pressed down on Tang Song forcefully, her fingernails lightly scraping his collarbone.

It feels itchy and numb.

"Mira (Secretary Jin)." Tang Song took a deep breath, his gaze burning as he stared at the Tall Mare in front of him, his eyes blazing with an insatiable desire to conquer.

Upon hearing the name, Annie's expression froze for a moment, a barely perceptible hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

Deep down, her feelings for Mira were more profound than her feelings for Tang Song.

The two met during their university years. At that time, she had a strong curiosity and intention towards this proud daughter of Huaxia, and even once wanted to conquer her.

Over the past decade, their relationship has deepened and become more complex than can be described.

If she still had any doubts about Tang Song, it was probably because she was afraid that Mira would turn against her because of it.

However, just as she was momentarily distracted, Tang Song's arm muscles bulged, and he suddenly exerted force.

"Pfft Yi Yi!" The tie binding him was easily broken off.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly rolled over, and Annie's lower back hit the headboard.

"Damn it!" she gasped, bending her legs to thrust into his abdomen, but Tang Song anticipated her move and pressed her down with his knee.

"Don't even think about running!" Tang Song roared, grabbing her wrists above her head with one hand.

"No! Wait— "Yi Yi In her panic, Annie kicked the bedside table, causing the lamp to tip over with a dull thud.

With his other hand, Tang Song picked up the tie that had just fallen, skillfully wrapped it around her wrist, and tied a tight knot.

After completing Su Yu's task yesterday, his physique and endurance are now around 80 points, making his physical abilities ridiculously strong, but he has never unleashed his full potential.

Even a fitness enthusiast with abs, Tall Mare, is still no match for him.

Annie struggled a few times, but finding she couldn't break free, she laughed even more blatantly, "Neverbringa|assotoa"

Dragonfight (Don't challenge a dragon with a lasso).

Her voice was provocative and playful, clearly indicating that she didn't think she had lost.

Upon seeing the appearance of the Tall Mare, Tang Song raised his eyebrows slightly.

A crisp, loud clapping sound rang out.

Annie gasped, a mixture of shame, anger, and resentment in her voice, "What are you doing!"

"How should you address me?" Tang Song leaned closer to her.

Annie suddenly looked down, and the wolf with fangs bit his shoulder hard, threatening indistinctly, "Let me go!"

Feeling the pain in his shoulder, Tang Song hissed, grabbed her head with his left hand, and suddenly pinched her waist with his right hand, turning her around 180 degrees amidst Annie's gasps.

"Thump!" The Tall Mare was pressed down heavily into the down comforter, her hands still tied, and her legs were firmly pressed down by Tang Song's knees, making her unable to move.

Because the movements were too intense, blood seeped from the corner of Annie's lip that he had bitten yesterday.

Tang Song wiped away the spot of crimson with his thumb, applying it to her fair cheek, and Whisper in her ear, "Listen, Annie, your courage is indeed impressive. But you must understand one thing: only I can conquer you!"

"Conquer me?" Annie raised an eyebrow. "Then tell me, what exactly is this so-called 'conquer'? Is it your current brutal suppression, or something deeper? If it's the former, then I'm sorry, it will only excite me more. Besides, your reaction is very strong; it seems you've already been conquered by my charm! Don't deny it!"

Tang Song looked at the proud and wild Annie and took a deep breath.

He began to apply the knowledge he had learned from his girlfriend, Xiao Jing, directly to Annie.

The crisp sound echoed through the room.

Unfortunately, the Tall Mare didn't know how to "Private Masay," and could only grit her teeth and talk back to him.

"Pfft, that's a pretty good technique, but in my opinion, it's just child's play."

"So you like playing this kind of game. I'm going to tell Jin about it."

Ah—

After a while.

"Oh! What are you doing? Wait!" Annie began to struggle frantically.

(=>blood<)

Tang Song picked up a marker.

The slight touch of the pen tip gliding across her skin sent a shiver down Annie's spine. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed crimson. The moment the flash went off, Annie nearly broke down.

"Stop it! You psycho! If Kim finds out about this, I swear you'll regret it!"

Clearly, Xiao Jing and the Tall Mare are two completely opposite extremes.

What Xiao Jing considered extremely happy was, to Annie, a complete humiliation.

The rain outside the window intensified, tapping the glass like a hazy drumbeat.

Finally, when she saw that Tang Song was going to continue, Annie gave in.

"Fine, you win, for now."

Tang Song's deep, authoritative voice said, "Say it."

Annie gritted her teeth, her eyes darting around, clearly still resisting.

However, after a few seconds, she slowly said, "Forgive me, Master."

"Good girl."

Imperial Capital, headquarters of Smiling Holdings.

The morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the bright office, illuminating a stunningly beautiful face.

Secretary Jin sat upright in the leather chair, intently browsing the information on the computer screen, her fingertips occasionally tapping the keyboard.

A "ding-dong" sound rang out on WeChat.

She glanced at it casually, and her originally bright and clear eyes instantly froze, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.

Su Yu just shared a few photos in the chat group.

[Su Yu: Still 1. jpg] [Su Yu: Still 2. jpg]

These are all stills from the filming of "Parallel Dawn".

Taking a deep breath, Secretary Jin opened the picture and carefully examined every detail.

There are scenes of Tang Song pinning Su Yu against the elevator wall, and scenes of the two kissing passionately, with ambiguous angles and a strong impact.

Of course, none of these photos show a marriage proposal.

Secretary Jin picked up the coffee cup on the table and took an elegant sip.

However, the slender fingers exerted extra force.

"Su Yu," she murmured softly, her voice as cold as a lake covered in frost.

Su Yu had a complete falling out with her three years ago, and most of their communication was in group chats, with very few private conversations.

The group she chose to post in this time is arguably the most important of all communication platforms.

The group doesn't have many members, but every name carries weight: Ouyang Xuanyue, Wu Kezhi, Zheng Qiudong, Luo Bin, and Annie almost encompass the core circle of Tang Song's most trusted people.

She could sense that Su Yu was demonstrating against her, declaring war, and testing her.

Secretary Jin closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling slightly.

A moment later, she found Annie's contact information and dialed the number directly.