Zhang Yan's Photo, Little Umbrella's New Mission

Tuesday, October 10, 2023.

Magic City, Hongqiao Airport.

After successfully completing the check-in process, Shen Yuyan sat in the window seat and glanced at the time on her wrist.

[9:50]

There are 20 minutes left before the plane takes off.

Looking out the window at the Magic City sky, a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Recalling her first time in Magic City, Zhixin felt nervous and fearful. However, at this moment, her heart was already filled with boundless ambition.

This battle with Gongying Technology and Wang Yubo is undoubtedly the biggest challenge of her life, even more suffocating than failing the College Entrance Examination years ago.

If Tang Song hadn't appeared, if he hadn't offered a helping hand, then what awaited her would have been more than just the collapse of her career.

More than anything, it leads to being burdened with debt, legal disputes, and a life where all hope has been lost.

Shen Yuyan briefly, thinking about what if she really was just a simple grassroots entrepreneur.

Faced with the crushing power of capital, will they ultimately bow down to Wang Yubo?

The answer doesn't matter.

She only wanted to pierce the enemy's heart with a sharp blade.

Next, she will withdraw from Youjie Home Services, but only if she can ensure that the company does not completely collapse.

After all, the company has so many employees, and the platform has so many full-time and part-time domestic service workers. As the General Manager, she has her own responsibilities and obligations.

Youjie Home Services is now facing a Capital Chain crisis due to the second round of investment.

But that's because they've been expanding their branches.

As long as losses are stopped in time, the business scope is reduced, and the area around Yancheng is retreated, normal operations can still be maintained and profits can continue to be made.

As for the so-called "Betting Agreement," it cannot be implemented in the short term.

Even if Gongying Technology goes all out, it will take at least three or four months to meet the conditions.

In the past, she might not have been able to resist.

But things are different now.

She is Tang Song's Special Assistant and Middle and Senior Management at Rongliu Capital, backed by a private equity firm managing billions of assets.

Take the "Betting Agreement" for example. She could have used the help of top law firms to buy more time for Youjie Home Services to "negotiate".

During this period, she will fully integrate into Tang Song's circle, get in touch with his partners, become familiar with his Business Empire, and become an indispensable member of it.

By then, the resources and connections she will possess will be unimaginable.

Gongying Technology? Just crush it!

Overcome with excitement, Shen Yuyan's chest heaved violently, her face flushed, and she couldn't help but become somewhat lewd.

She bit her rosy lips, picked up her Mobile Phone, tapped the Mobile Phone lightly, and left a message for Tang Song: "Tang Song, your Lamborghini has been shipped to Yancheng. I just boarded the plane. See you in Yancheng (#playful)."

After sending the message, I didn't receive a reply for quite some time.

Shen Yuyan slightly helpless.

Since they parted ways the night before last, Tang Song's attitude seemed to have suddenly become cold.

He was slow to reply to messages, said he was too busy when I asked him to have dinner, and didn't say a word even when he was about to leave Magic City.

She wasn't sure if this was intentional on the other party's part, or perhaps a form of covert "PUA" (Pick-Up Artist) tactics.

But if that's the case, she'd rather believe it's Tang Song's way of showing he cares about her and trying to control the situation.

She never minded bowing to the strong.

"Dear passengers, welcome aboard this flight from Magic City to Yancheng— "

A gentle notification came over the loudspeaker.

Shen Yuyan put away her Mobile Phone and fastened her seatbelt.

Soon, a tremendous thrust came from behind, and the plane slowly rose, raising our line of sight.

Through the porthole, the outline of the Magic City gradually shrinks, the skyscrapers transform into a chessboard-like miniature landscape, and finally disappear under the thick clouds.

The moment the plane broke through the sea of clouds, dazzling sunlight rushed towards us, and golden clouds rolled beneath our feet like an endless ocean.

In the distance, the blazing sun hung in the sky, illuminating the entire cabin with a bright and clear light.

Overlooking this magnificent scene, Shen Yuyan was filled with excitement.

I suddenly thought of Annie Kate, that powerful, elegant, and charismatic Bai Fumei America, Chaebol, and socialite.

This was the most powerful woman she had ever seen.

Her gaze was intense, and her eyes grew increasingly resolute.

"Sooner or later, I will stand at that height and look down on everything!"

Annie Kate is her target!

Suhe Bay Overseas Chinese Town.

In the open kitchen on the first floor.

"Song," I think I've learned my lesson.

"Yeah?"

"Yes!"

Annie's voice no longer had its usual haughty and languid tone.

Tang Song opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of soda, and gulped it down in one go.

Annie's chest heaved violently, each breath a desperate attempt to calm her inner turmoil.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on Tang Song's bare abs. The eight clearly defined muscle lines were like sculptures, radiating a healthy glow in the morning light, and she could even see fine beads of sweat slowly sliding down.

Footsteps approached.

Tang Song stood in front of her, looking down at her.

"You're really bad at this."

Annie's body visibly stiffened.

His gaze was intense and controlling, sending a chill down her spine.

Annie bit her lip. "Okay, okay, you win. You always win."

Please let me off the hook this time. I need to rest, really.

If you want, you can go to Mo; I think she definitely won't refuse you.

But Sue can't. You need to understand, if you really do that, Mira will be insanely jealous. You should at least appease her first.

Desperate, the Tall Mare began to distract Tang Song with other people.

She had only come to the kitchen to eat some fruit, but she got caught again. God knows how loud her screams were.

Hearing Annie's words, Tang Song's heart skipped a beat.

However, he still maintains a strong and aloof demeanor on the surface.

He used two doses of [Recovery Potion] in the past two days.

However, the Branch Mission involving Annie is still not finished.

Clearly, this "top-tier American Alpha" remains stubborn at heart.

A personality shaped from childhood is not something that can be easily changed.

This caused him a great deal of trouble.

"You've disappointed me so much!"

Tang Song couldn't help but pat her on the shoulder.

"You can't treat me like this! Song, I thought you were a gentleman!"

Annie glared at him fiercely.

She immediately turned her head away, trying to preserve some dignity.

Clearly, she's somewhat vulnerable right now.

Seeing the Tall Mare's expression, Tang Song couldn't help but smile and leaned forward to kiss her lips.

Annie gave a soft moan and obediently wrapped her arms around his neck.

Enjoying the first gentle comfort from Tang Song.

The first floor of the quiet villa was filled with only faint noises.

After a long while, Tang Song stood up and walked towards the stairs.

"I'm leaving Magic City today, and we probably won't see each other for a while, Annie. I hope you'll have time to reminisce about the two days we spent together."

Watching his departing figure, and the bloody scratches on his back that she had made herself.

Annie licked her dry lips, slowly stood up, and placed her hands on the island platform.

Her blonde hair clung messily to her forehead, and a few damp strands slid down her cheeks, highlighting her flushed face, which was soaked with sweat.

Images flashed before her eyes.

This is an opponent that is almost impossible to defeat.

His sapphire-like eyes flashed with complex emotions—a mixture of resentment, fear, and horror, as well as a hint of excitement.

These past two days have been far too "magical" for her.

For her, this was a true "humiliation," and even a blow to her dignity.

If the other party wasn't Tang Song, if it weren't for Mira's warning.

She's definitely going to do something extremely outrageous right now.

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3 p. m.

On a speeding high-speed train.

Inside the luxurious and exquisite business class cabin, a subtle fragrance permeates the air, and the lighting is soft and warm.

Tang Song leaned back in the dark red leather chair, his posture upright yet casual, the square-framed glasses on his nose adding to his elegant air.

Holding a thick book, "Being and Time," in his hands, his gaze was focused, sometimes his eyebrows furrowed in thought, sometimes a faint smile appeared on his lips. For him, reading on a journey was a rare pleasure.

Compared to airplanes, business class seats on high-speed trains are undoubtedly more suitable for immersive learning.

The quiet and comfortable environment here allows him to temporarily escape the hustle and bustle of the outside world and truly calm down to read.

Time Didi by.

A uniformed train attendant approached him and said softly, "Sir, this train is scheduled to arrive at Yancheng Station at 18:57. We have one hour to go. Would you like us to arrange a meal for you now?"

Tang Song raised his head and nodded politely, "Okay, thank you."

After randomly selecting a set meal, Tang Song closed the book in his hand and put it back on the folding table next to him.

I stretched my body comfortably.

Outside the window, the sky was tinged with a brilliant orange-red, clouds floated like wisps of silk, and the distant mountain ranges were shrouded in the golden afterglow.

After enjoying the scenery for a while, the set meal I ordered was served.

Tang Song enjoyed the food while unlocking his Mobile Phone.

Soon, messages in the QQ Group came into view.

In the Songmei Clothing work group, employees are enthusiastically discussing their recent live-streaming results.

Since He Yiyi and Bei Weiwei together for the second time, the live stream has seen another surge in viewership.

Because we were prepared in advance, we were able to successfully handle this wave of traffic.

Sales have been soaring every day for the past few days.

After browsing for a while with a smile and replying to a few messages, Tang Song's heart stirred slightly.

Switching to "April's" alternate account, besides the Fan Group for "Qingqing Can't Get Enough," there were indeed two unread messages from Zhang Yan this time.

Tang Song opened the chat box, and a rather long message appeared on the screen. It was sent by her four days ago.

That is, last Friday night.

She seems to have gotten into the habit of leaving messages for this account at this time.

Zhang Yan: "Tonight, Lu Lu and I had the hot pot we'd been craving, but it was in my Rental House."

As I type this message for you, I can still smell the rich aroma of the Tomato Soup Base.

Today is the last day of the holiday, and I'm so glad I didn't have to work overtime. I did a lot of meaningful things:

Ask Li Chao for help to replace the intermittently working light in the hallway (so I don't have to worry about falling anymore);

At Lu Lu's urging, I went to have Hanfu Photoshoot (it's my favorite Tang and Song Dynasties clothing; I wore a wig to look even better, and the photos are attached below. This was my first time trying this kind of outfit, and I finally fulfilled a wish).

After finishing a book about the Song Dynasty Culture and Customs, my favorite part was the passage describing the night market in Bianjing: "The lights were as bright as day, and the shadows of people were bustling about" (I suddenly felt that the nights in Guangzhou might also be a bit as lively as that).

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Orange has gotten even rounder, and when it lies on my lap, it's a heavy little ball. It has a great appetite now, eating a full bowl of cat food at every meal.

Fortunately, I have a job now, so supporting it shouldn't be a problem.

This reminds me of the second semester of my third year of junior high school, when you brought Walnut Milk to school every day. Thanks to you, I gained eight pounds in those three months.

I think it must be very happy now.

Autumn in Guangzhou isn't as pronounced as in the north, but you can still feel a slight chill in the air.

It must be colder where you are, right? Make sure you keep warm.

[Zhang Yan: Photo. jpg]

Tang Song carefully read through Zhang Yan's information and then clicked on the portrait photo.

In the photo, she is wearing an elegant Tang-style dress and standing in front of a circular doorway.

Her hair was gently lifted by the breeze, and her skirt cascaded down like flowing water.

The ladies in ancient paintings, leaning on railings and gazing into the distance, possess a serene beauty that transcends time.

Tang Song's gaze was slightly unfocused.

I subconsciously touched the screen with my finger, as if I were touching that figure standing in the twilight of Guangzhou.

Her figure occasionally appears in those fragments of memories from 2017 and 2018 that suddenly resurfaced.

Even so, this was the first time he had seen Zhang Yan's appearance in six years.

She looks more mature than I remember her.

Of course, it remained as quiet as ever.

The trivial details of life she mentioned in her message, such as the aroma of hot pot, changing lights in the hallway, Hanfu Photoshoot, and the Song Dynasty Culture and Customs, all made him feel a real and vibrant vitality.

It also made him realize that his good friend from junior high school was living somewhere in Guangzhou.

His gaze then fell on keywords such as "second semester of junior high school" and "milk".

The floodgates of memory suddenly opened, and those almost forgotten memories resurfaced in my mind.

It was close to the high school entrance exam, and my mom would put a bag of Walnut Milk in my schoolbag every day to help me improve my brain function.

He didn't like sweet drinks, but he would always secretly slip the milk to his classmate who only ate a piece of bread at noon.

She always refused, then blushed and whispered "thank you".

For a moment, Tang Song.

"Sir, is the set meal not to your liking? Would you like me to change it for something else?"

The flight attendant's gentle voice brought Tang Song back to reality.

"No, thank you."

"Okay, please feel free to call me anytime if you need anything."

Tang Song let out a soft breath, put away his Mobile Phone, and picked up his chopsticks again.

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, and scattered lights appeared in the distant villages, flickering on and off.

The train gradually entered Yancheng.

At the same time, driver Liu Jiayi called.

The first thing Tang Song did upon returning to Yancheng was not to play with Snowball, but to head straight to Yanjing Sky City, take a bath, and change into clean clothes.

There was nothing I could do; the Tall Mare too enthusiastic when I left Overseas Chinese Town at noon.

Her perfume clung to him like vines, refusing to leave.

Although Tang Song was a jerk, he still knew how to take care of his girlfriend's feelings.

He missed his "wings" after not seeing them for half a month.

Especially that Wen Ruan, flirtatious girl who flirts with him online every day—this vixen is just too irresistible! She absolutely has to be punished!

Fortunately, he had just taken Recovery Potion this morning before messing with Annie, and his body was still in peak condition. Thinking about the three "Miracle Medicine" he only had left, Tang Song had a headache.

With more and more girlfriends, there are also more and more people who need my care, and my resources are running low!

Everything is in order.

Tang Song drove his Bentley Continental GT to Shengyuan Jiajing.

On the way, he made a detour to a flower shop and carefully selected a bunch of Red Tulips.

When the Bentley Continental arrived at the villa's Underground Parking Lot, it was nearly 9 p. m.

To better manage time and avoid creating Shuraba.

Tang Song did not tell anyone the exact time of his return.

In other words, tonight's event was Night Raid the older sister.

Thinking of Wen Ruan Ruan's expression upon seeing him, Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle.

Fingerprint Unlock and change into slippers.

The living room was lit with warm Mood Lighting.

Tang Song climbed the stairs directly to the second floor.

The master bedroom door was ajar, and the sound of a TV drama could be faintly heard from inside.

I pushed open the door and went inside.

In the bedroom, a projection screen hangs down, displaying images from Historical Drama on the wall.

Wen Ruan sat on the sofa in the Rest Area.

Her plump thighs, full peach-shaped buttocks, slender waist, and firm, large breasts, outlined by the tight-fitting workout clothes, created a perfect and alluring curve that was impossible to look away from.

They both have curvy, full, and toned figures, and they both love fitness.

She and the Tall Mare have completely different charms.

Her Wen Ruan figure leans towards a "voluptuous" look, giving her an overall mature and alluring sexiness.

In contrast, Annie's figure is more "Western-style," with larger bones and firmer muscle lines, giving her an overall "fitness-type" sexiness.

Of course, the biggest difference is in temperament.

Unlike the aggressive, aloof, and flamboyant Tall Mare, the older sister is a typical mature Eastern woman, gentle and delicate.

A loud, intense vibration was heard.

Tang Song then noticed that the older sister was holding a Fascia Gun and massaging her thigh.

Perhaps she had just finished exercising, for her face had a rosy glow, making her appear even more charming and alluring.

His expression instantly turned somewhat strange.

We were just joking around on WeChat before, I never expected the older sister to be so fierce.

All I can say is, he truly deserves to be called a great magician!

Tang Song casually placed the Tulips at the door and tiptoed over.

The sound of the TV drama drowned out his footsteps, and with the vibration of the Fascia Gun, Wen Ruan was completely unaware of his presence. However, Snowball, the ragdoll cat at her feet, raised its head and stared at him with its sapphire-like eyes.

Snowball didn't fluff up its fur or hiss; its eyes were full of gentleness and curiosity, clearly indicating that it was a very friendly and affectionate kitten.

It has the same personality as the Orange that Zhang Yan grows.

The Fascia Gun gradually moved upwards, Wen Ruan shifted her position, leaning back against the sofa chair.

"Meow~" Snowball let out a soft call.

"Little Snowball, stop fooling around, Mommy's a little busy right now."

The Wen Ruan voice was languid and doting. The toes lightly tapped the Ragdoll cat's belly, but the gaze remained focused on the direction the Fascia Gun was moving.

"Meow~~ Meow~~"

Tang Song couldn't help but smirk as he watched his older sister's focused expression.

He took a deep breath, moved closer silently, and then suddenly hugged her from behind.

Wen Ruan, who had just finished exercising, exuded a rich fragrance and warmth.

Caught off guard, she let out a piercing scream, "Aaaaaah!"

Immediately after smelling his scent and seeing that familiar hand, Wen Ruan realized what was happening.

"Ouch! Tang Song! You little rascal, you scared the hell out of me!"

As she spoke, she patted his arm forcefully.

"What, didn't you say you'd been waiting for my news? You're so happy to see me in person today?"

Wen Ruan's cheeks flushed slightly as she smiled and said, "Who cares about you? You haven't been seen for half a month, and you don't even bother to contact me."

I thought you'd been drained dry by those Tall Mare!

Even so, her body language betrayed her; she snuggled closer to him, her voice brimming with undisguised joy.

"Why did you suddenly come back? You didn't even tell me beforehand."

"I came to see you first thing after returning to Yancheng, just to give you a surprise." Tang Song buried her face in the crook of her neck and sniffed deeply. "Mmm—sister still smells so good."

"Hmph, at least you have some conscience." Wen Ruan snorted Wen Ruan, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.

As the two were struggling, Tang Song's gaze fell on the Fascia Gun on her leg.

Her Wen Ruan body stiffened!

A blush rose to her cheeks, and she patted his hand forcefully.

"Hey! I just finished exercising and I'm massaging my muscles! Don't bother me!"

"My hands are more steady, let me give you a massage."

"Get lost! Ouch! Let go!"

"Ming Yi— " Little Snowball let out a coquettish meow.

"Is this the Ragdoll cat that Su Yu gave you? It's such a cute Little Snowball. Come here, let Dad hold you."

The two were talking, interspersed with buzzing sounds and Snowball's meows.

The entire bedroom instantly became lively.

After a while, the Fascia Gun ran out of power, and Tang Song stopped massaging his girlfriend's muscles.

She leaned against him Wen Ruan, her gaze fixed on the Historical Drama projected onto the screen.

They then talked about the work meeting that afternoon.

With the help of Tang Yi Precision, Yanbei Printing Factory officially completed its equipment upgrade and digital transformation.

Currently, employees are receiving comprehensive technical training.

The entire printing plant was thriving.

Then, she spoke to him with Wen Ruan and great interest about the changes in her family.

The furniture and appliances in the house have been completely upgraded.

My father was promoted to vice president of the printing factory and planned to buy a new car.

The mother has her eye on her old pink Lynk & Co 06 and is working hard to get her Driver's License.

Grandma's health has greatly improved under the treatment of a professional medical team.

As night deepened outside the window, the indoor lights shone dimly, and a sweet atmosphere filled the air.

Snowball seemed to sense its owner's good mood, jumped onto the sofa, squeezed between the two of them, curled up into a ball, and made a satisfied purring sound.

Tang Song reached out and stroked its soft fur, then wrapped his arms around its Wen Ruan yet powerful waist, savoring the warmth and tranquility of the moment.

A long time passed.

Wen Ruan gently broke free from his embrace, stood up, stretched, and said languidly and charmingly, "Alright, I'm going to take a shower. You stay here and play with Snowball for a while."

However, as soon as she finished speaking, she lost control of her body.

Tang Song picked her up by the waist and kissed her lips with a smile.

"Let's go, let's shower together, I'll scrub your back."

Wen Ruan pursed her lips, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and reached out to pinch his cheek.

He teased, "By the way, little brother, how many times do you still owe me? Nine times, right?"

Tang Song's expression froze instantly, and his throat bobbed.

Trying to change the subject. "This—I can't remember—I just got back from Magic City, let's get down to business."

She let out a Wen Ruan, charming laugh.

"I heard from President Mo that you visited Su Yu on set in Magic City, right? It seems you even filmed some intimate scenes, so—"

Tang Song's gaze toward his older sister began to turn strange.

Wen Ruan pressed her soft, white fingers against the corner of his lips.

She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, and said, "You know what to do, right? I don't have any other thoughts, I just want to—"

As she spoke, she laughed so hard she was shaking uncontrollably.

She exudes an indescribable allure.

Tang Song's lips twitched, but she didn't comment on her older sister's Wicked Fun.

Soon, the bathroom was enveloped in the mist from the nitrogen tank, and the mirror gradually became blurry.

Snowball stood guard outside the door, wagging its tail and occasionally letting out a clear "meow," seemingly curious about what was happening inside.

10:30 p. m.

Two crisp System Prompt Sound suddenly rang in Tang Song's ears.

"Ding! The durability of the special item [Magical Little Umbrella] has reached 0."

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"Ding! You have triggered a special quest, ' The Self-Cultivation of a Warm Guy.' Please go to the ' Task Center ' to check it out."

Tang Song felt a slight sense of satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, the item's durability has run out again.

I wonder what kind of task Little Umbrella has issued this time.

Tang Song leaned against the headboard and opened the System Interface.

Go to the [Task Center] to view the details of special tasks.

[Task Description: Little Umbrella feels physically and mentally exhausted and hopes to receive more care. Please complete the following two challenges within 5 days: Challenge 1: Receive a beautiful woman's initiative and sincere first kiss;]

Challenge 2: Date your three Goofy Girlfriends (Xiao Xue, Xiao Jing, and Xiao Qing) at the same time, and have them wear matching outfits.

To orchestrate a "chance encounter" (car crash), spend at least 3 hours together, and leave a lasting impression on each other.

[Mission Reward: Durability +40]

[Note: Little Umbrella (≥V≤) is laughing uncontrollably!]

After reading the mission description, Tang Song's eyelids twitched.

Twenty! I knew you Little Umbrella thing was no good!

That's fucking dirty!

The first challenge requires a "first kiss," meaning that all the girls you've kissed so far don't count, and you have to find another target.

The second challenge, however, deeply offended Tang Song.

He may be a jerk, but he also cares a lot about his girlfriend's feelings.

This artificial Shuraba is simply inhuman!

And what exactly does "Goofy Girlfriends" mean? Little Umbrella, you better explain that to me!

Xiao Xue, Xiao Jing, Qing Qing Qingqing are all so cute, okay?!

But thinking about it carefully, well, this guy is actually a bit of a "goofball".

One is Emperor Mu Xue, and the other is anime/manga.

If these were combined, the art style would be incredibly fantastical.