Chapter 19

"Mingheng's forced acquisition of Huanyu's shares signals that the Tang Family's internal struggle is about to reach its end!"

"Mingheng's personnel reshuffle succeeds; Ye Heng is set to take up the position of Mingheng's director!"

"The Tang Family's second young master finally reveals his edge—silent until he strikes, then stunning the world!"

"..."

Early in the morning, Shen Yuan traveled all the way to Mingxi No. 1 and passionately recited the freshly published headlines from today's Ningcheng Finance to Tang Mingxi.

They were all about changes to the Tang Family's internal structure, with Ye Heng's name taking up an entire section.

"Cousin, did you really acquire Huanyu?" Shen Yuan looked at Tang Mingxi with worship in his eyes. "I thought you were as useless as me. I never expected you to secretly become so capable!"

Tang Mingxi wore sunglasses as he enjoyed the early spring sunshine by the private pool, with a green algae face mask on his face.

As a grown man, he had originally refused to use face masks.

But then he heard that one tiny scoop of this mask cost a thousand yuan.

Of course he was using it! Why wouldn't he?

This was what a tough guy ought to do :)

"The finance section is full of praise for you. Look!" Shen Yuan began showing off his treasure.

Tang Mingxi had not planned to read it, but when he heard that people were praising him, he graciously lowered his sunglasses a little, revealing a pair of soulful eyes as he skimmed through it.

"Second Young Master Tang and Wang Min joined hands at a banquet to beat up a scumbag. Madam Diplomacy truly lives up to its reputation!"

Tang Mingxi: ...

Expressionlessly, he picked out the four words "Madam Diplomacy."

Madam my ass. Diplomacy my ass :)

Shen Yuan sighed. He had not expected his cousin to become so virtuous after getting married!

But hadn't his cousin hated Ye Heng before? When had they become so close?

Shen Yuan worriedly asked, "Cousin, Ye Heng is still an outsider. Are you really comfortable handing Mingheng over to him?"

"It would be useless even if you handed it to me. I don't know how to manage a company." Tang Mingxi looked innocent.

The implication was obvious:

Why would he give up being a rich second-generation heir to become a corporate drone?

Not only was Mingheng Ye Heng's now—even the Tang Family would be Ye Heng's in the future.

Relax. Don't dream of competing with the male lead of a power-fantasy novel for his career.

Shen Yuan lingered at Mingxi No. 1 until the afternoon before leaving. He was mainly coveting Tang Mingxi's luxury cars, touching every vehicle worth millions or tens of millions in the underground garage like some lecherous old pervert, tears of envy streaming from the corners of his mouth.

That evening, after handling matters related to Mingheng's acquisition, Ye Heng returned to Mingxi No. 1 looking exhausted.

The lights in the living room were on. Tang Mingxi wore only loungewear, his straight, beautiful legs folded beneath him and a sliver of pale instep exposed.

The gentle lighting wrapped around him, softening Tang Mingxi's originally dazzling, flamboyant aura into something hazy and alluring.

Judging by looks alone, even Ye Heng had to admit that Tang Mingxi was the most beautiful man he had ever seen, like the most expensive vase displayed in a museum.

Perhaps having heard him come home, Tang Mingxi abruptly turned around on the sofa.

His gaze dropped to the plastic bag in Ye Heng's hand, packed full of vegetables.

Tang Mingxi fell silent for a moment, seeming to understand something. His mood grew heavier. "I want to eat at Yuanrong Private Kitchen."

The two faced off for a moment.

At last, Ye Heng said coldly, "I don't have any money. I still owe loan sharks money. We're eating at home today."

For some reason, the scene of his interaction with Huang Yufei that day suddenly flashed through Ye Heng's mind.

He had declared with utter conviction, "You shouldn't spoil her too much either!"

Then, the very next second, he saw Tang Mingxi's disappointed expression.

Ye Heng's lips moved, and he compromised. "We'll go to Yuanrong Private Kitchen the day after tomorrow."

At two in the morning, Huang Yufei was awakened by the vibration of a text message. It was from Ye Heng.

The young master's message was brief and direct, consisting of only one sentence:

[Do you still have any money? Lend me some more.]

Little Ye's Bad News!

Tang Mingxi had not expected Ye Heng's cooking to be so good. He had always been picky about food, yet today he had eaten until he was eighty percent full.

Thinking about how he could go to Yuanrong Private Kitchen the day after tomorrow, Tang Mingxi's mood suddenly brightened.

But that happiness did not last long.

After eating at Yuanrong Private Kitchen,

Tang Mingxi realized that he had not gone swimming for his secret special training in a very long time.

Sure enough, once he had money, he had gotten carried away.

He had even stopped swimming.

No, he had to seriously reflect on himself.

Tang Mingxi was currently sitting cross-legged on a silk carpet that cost seventy thousand US dollars per square meter. The light blue silk carpet covered the entire spacious living room of the bedroom. This eighty-square-meter carpet had been a gift Tang Yun brought back for Tang Mingxi from Persia last year.

His skin seemed even smoother than the silk. Leaning back, he revealed a supple, slender section of waist as he looked through the memo diary he had written some time ago to motivate himself.

April 11, sunny.

Writing a new memo, also to urge myself to study swimming diligently from now on. I need to work hard and be eager to learn!

I'll start with one kilometer of freestyle.

April 12, sunny.

Ye Heng made osmanthus candied lotus root. So delicious.

April 13, cloudy.

Ye Heng made crab roe soup dumplings. So delicious.

He actually ate three out of five. So angry :)

April 14, sunny.

Ye Heng made steamed pork with rice flour wrapped in lotus leaves. So delicious.

April 15, cloudy.

Tang Mingxi, Tang Mingxi, you absolutely cannot keep sinking like this.

You spend all day doing nothing but eating, eating, eating. These are capitalism's sugar-coated bullets!

April 16, sunny.

Ye Heng made sweet-and-sour dried fish. So delicious.

Sob.

Tang Mingxi abruptly smashed his phone into his own face.

He absolutely could not keep wasting away like this. Tomorrow, he had to go swimming.

Carrying feelings of regret and guilt, Tang Mingxi returned to the swimming pool. His enthusiasm was sky-high, and he swam all morning without stopping.

The few members in the private swimming club who saw him were dumbfounded. One parent in particular brought her child over, smacked the boy on the head, and said, "See that? If you were even half as hardworking as him, you'd grow up to be an Olympic champion!"

The little boy refused to accept it. "What's so great about being an Olympic champion? If he wants to be one, fine! I don't want to be an Olympic champion!"

After finishing his final lap, Tang Mingxi climbed out of the heated pool.

He had an excellent figure, with a slim waist, delicate skin, and evenly proportioned bones. Water droplets rolled down his body, leaving his skin with a luminous glow.

He removed his goggles, revealing a face of vivid, seductive beauty.

The little boy in the corner stared blankly for a moment, then immediately shouted, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry an Olympic champion!"

His mother promptly dragged him away with a Louis Vuitton handbag over his head, leaving behind his miserable screams.

Today, Tang Mingxi achieved a qualitative breakthrough. He could now keep swimming back and forth in the water for thirty minutes straight.

This time, his coach sincerely praised him for having talent.

The praise made Tang Mingxi feel as light as air, and he left the swimming pool in an excellent mood.

Below the private swimming club were many more facilities serving the wealthy. The membership requirements were strict, and it gathered all of Ningcheng's upper class.

Tang Mingxi was an annual supreme VVVIP member here. Wherever he went, crowds surrounded him, treating him like the center of the universe.

After leaving the pool, he felt that the smell of disinfectant still clung to him, so he went downstairs to soak in a hot spring.

There, he happened to run into Wang Min, who had come to relax. After Tang Yu's betrayal, Wang Min had clearly fallen into a post-breakup slump. There were dark circles beneath her eyes, and she did not look well.

Tang Mingxi had only met Wang Min once that night, and they were not familiar, so he merely