Guang-Shen Coastal Expressway.
A black Audi A6L sped through the night.
The heavy privacy partition had been raised, cutting off the driver and secretary in the front from both sight and sound.
The light inside the car was dim. Only the shifting glow of the city outside occasionally swept past the windows, outlining the two figures in the back seat.
This official car, specially swapped in for the sake of discretion and secrecy, did not have an especially spacious rear compartment.
The two sat side by side, with very little distance between them.
"As for the structure of that pan-entertainment industry fund, my thought is that it doesn't need to rely entirely on Tang Zong's balance sheet. Of course, Wei Xiao will definitely have her own risk-control model for this. When you have time later, you can discuss it with her and—"
Ouyang Xuanyue sat upright on the right, her hands elegantly folded over her knees as she spoke with easy confidence.
In the alternating light and shadow, her profile appeared serene, magnificent, and inviolable, like an exquisite jade sculpture.
And yet only she herself knew.
How fast her heart was beating at this moment.
All along the way, they had discussed industrial layouts, technical routes, and even everyday family matters.
Every line of conversation was reasonable and impeccable.
And yet beneath the proper, serious surface—
In every brief meeting of their eyes;
In every silent mingling of breath between breaths;
In every slight brush of limbs caused by the uneven road—
Something subtle, moist, and scorching was quietly taking root and spreading wildly.
Ouyang Xuanyue adjusted her sitting posture slightly and cast her gaze toward the neon lights flying backward outside the window, trying to distract herself with them.
But inside the sealed carriage, she had nowhere to escape.