"Secretary Jin—"
The three words were low and magnetic, carrying a tenderness that transcended time, one only the two of them could understand.
Looking at this living, breathing "paper wife" before him, Tang Song was far less calm inside than he appeared.
Fortunately, with the costume's special effects, every fluctuation in his emotions was perfectly concealed.
He remained profound, mysterious, elegant, and impossible to read.
The shoulder beneath his palm trembled slightly.
Secretary Jin neither moved away nor showed any sign of panic.
She merely turned her head slightly, her gaze passing through the thin lenses to settle on Tang Song's hand resting on her shoulder.
She could clearly feel the strength and warmth emanating from his palm.
She could also breathe in his distinctive scent.
Unfamiliar, yet scorching.
The form of address "Secretary Jin" was likewise a secret mark between them.
When they first met in that bizarre dream back in 2016,
she had seemingly, deep in her subconscious, taken that somewhat strange "codename" as another name for her soul.
There was no reason for it, yet it had seeped into her bones.
A moment later.
The corner of her lips curved into an ambiguous smile as she spoke calmly in fluent, standard English. "Mr. Tang, as SilentCrown's shareholder representative, your current actions seem to have crossed the boundaries of 'strategic partner.'"
She raised her brows slightly, a trace of scrutiny in her eyes. "This is rather unlike the strict rules you set out in your email."
The corner of Tang Song's eye twitched slightly, but it vanished in an instant.
Indeed, the system's initial mission had required him to strictly play the shareholder representative, only soothing Secretary Jin's emotions and communicating with her in depth within the rules.
But with the hidden attribute of [Misty Gentleman] activated, he