January 20, 2019. Great Cold.
Rong City.
A black Audi drove along the quiet road by Huanhua Creek.
Tang Song sat upright in the rear-right seat, his posture elegant and straight, his hands loosely clasped before him.
His gaze calmly took in the bleak yet resilient winter scenery outside the window.
The temperature inside the car was pleasant, and a faint woody fragrance lingered in the air.
"Tang Song," a calm, magnetic voice came from beside him. "My grandfather has already had someone investigate everything about you. As you instructed, I selectively revealed the information regarding your connections with those capital groups to him as well. I don't know what conclusion he'll ultimately reach about you. So I hope you'll be more careful during the conversation later."
"Mm." Tang Song gave a slight nod, unsurprised.
He turned his eyes slightly toward Ouyang Xuanyue beside him.
At the time, she had just turned thirty-one, at the finest age in a woman's life.
She wore a coffee-colored double-breasted coat over a simple white turtleneck knitted sweater.
She still retained some of the scholarly air of a top student from a prestigious university, while gradually beginning to radiate the poised, luxurious elegance unique to the wives of top aristocratic families.
There was not the slightest trace of youthful male desire or amazement in Tang Song's eyes. There was only the absolute calm of a chess player examining a board.
Their gazes met in midair for a moment.
Ouyang Xuanyue let out a soft breath, took the initiative to look away, and looked toward the iron gate drawing ever closer ahead.
"We're almost there."
At this moment, she was far less calm and assured than Tang Song.
Over the past two years, under Tang Song's guidance, [Tang Yi Precision] had not only miraculously risen