The instant the embrace happened.
The vast viewing area seemed to have been muted.
The whispers, speculation, and pleasantries that had still been lingering in the air all vanished.
Between heaven and earth, there seemed to be only the rustle of the breeze brushing over the tips of the green.
They parted as soon as they touched.
Ouyang Xuanyue took half a step back.
Her movements were elegant and composed as she returned to the proper social distance.
On her face, she still wore that flawless grace and reserve, her eyes clear.
It was as if that warm instant just now had only been an illusion caused by the sunlight.
But the gazes of everyone present changed violently at the same time.
Shock.
It was the kind of shock one would feel upon seeing a towering mountain lower its head, or rivers flow backward.
One had to understand—that was Ouyang Xuanyue!
She was the helmswoman of Tang Yi Precision, Ms. Ouyang, who had lost her husband in the prime of her life and then single-handedly propped up a vast business empire. For so many years, aside from a very small number of close female friends, there had never been any rumors of her having intimate contact with any man, not even a ceremonial embrace like this.
The media loved to talk about her purity, elegance, and poise.
The industry revered her dedication to serving the country, as well as her vision and achievements in focusing on manufacturing and technology.
Her image had long since been tightly bound to phrases like "flawless private virtue" and "unreachable."
But now, she had actually taken the initiative to step forward, open her arms, and embrace a young man?
And in such a public setting, no less.
None of those present were ordinary people. Having