Chapter 2168 - 704: [Ambition and Submission], Vertigo_4

Rong City, JW Marriott Hotel, inside an executive suite.

Shen Yuyan stared at the WhatsApp chat screen, but Tang Song’s next reply was still nowhere to be seen.

She put down her phone, walked over to the huge floor‑to‑ceiling window, and looked down at the bustling stream of cars below. Her heart felt ice‑cold.

That unease circling in her chest was growing stronger and stronger.

There was one thing she hadn’t lied about: last night, she really didn’t sleep well, tossing and turning.

But it wasn’t because the room was too big and scary, or because she was freezing—it was because she’d been frightened.

It had never crossed her mind that Tang Song’s personal investment business would just... stop like that?!

Then what value did she have left?

Although Tang Song had mentioned that his focus would shift to "Xuanji Light Realm," Rongliu Capital only held 3.8% of the shares in the Xuanji Light Realm project, without even a single board seat. Their say in things was extremely limited.

She had no idea how much work she’d still have going forward, or whether she’d even be able to stay by his side.

After all, all the glory, status, and power she currently possessed were things he had granted her.

Once she lost that "value," she didn’t dare imagine what her future would look like.

That panic of being cast out to the periphery of power dragged her whole being into anxiety and fear.

After a long while, she let out a sigh.

She took her room card and went to the all‑day dining restaurant on the 8th floor for breakfast.

She touched up her makeup and changed into a crisp professional suit.

Then she set out for the branch office of Ling Chain Technology to handle the follow‑up details of the investment and financing handover.

This very likely... would be the last task she performed as "Special Assistant."

The black Audi A6L was driving along one of Rong City’s main roads.

"Bzz, bzz, bzz—" The phone in her handbag vibrated.

Shen Yuyan jolted, hurriedly took it out, and checked the screen.

And was immediately met with a wave of disappointment.

[Zhang Tianqi: "Yuyan, Lin Lu and I have already arrived in Shen City. You’re coming tomorrow, right?"]

Shen Yuyan pressed her lips together and replied, "Mm, yeah."

[Zhang Tianqi: "OK, then see you tomorrow."]

After sending a brief reply, Shen Yuyan rubbed her brow, leaned back against the seat in exhaustion, and let out a long breath.

The day after tomorrow would be the official opening of TY Precision’s much‑anticipated "Next‑Generation Intelligent Hardware Ecosystem Summit."

Previously, she had been so excited she’d reposted the official announcement.

Quietly "showing off" that she’d been invited, which drew countless likes and compliments in her Moments.

After that, Zhang Tianqi contacted her, saying that he and his fiancée Lin Lu would also be attending.

Lin Lu was also an alumna of Yan City University of Science and Technology, and they were acquainted. (Chapter 278)

But their relationship wasn’t particularly good.

Lin Lu was born proud, and back then Yuyan had been the dazzling, adored school beauty. The two of them had never really gotten along.

It was only later, after she and Zhang Tianqi started a company together, that she realized Lin Lu’s pride had real backing.

Her father was the Chairman of Bo Ruite Vision Technology Co., Ltd.

On the surface, it seemed like a small, inconspicuous company, but in reality it was one of the 32 "specialized, refined, distinctive, and innovative" supporting enterprises that TY Precision was prioritizing in Yan Province.

When she saw Lin Lu again at Zhang Tianqi’s birthday party, that stark contrast in background had dealt quite a blow to the then high‑spirited Shen Yuyan.

After graduation, Lin Lu had gone straight into her father’s company, her career smooth and promising.

This time, she was attending the summit together with her father, to expand her network.

Zhang Tianqi was accompanying her as her fiancé.

When she first learned this, Shen Yuyan had been plotting away, determined to put on a show in front of them and heal her old psychological wound.

Then she’d appear before Wang Yubo and Ren Mingyuan in a completely new identity and savor the look on their faces.

She craved revenge, craved standing center stage, craved proving herself.

But now, all those little schemes had vanished.

The truth was, she understood perfectly well.

Even with the title of "Chairman’s Special Assistant at Rongliu Capital," at a summit of this level she still wasn’t really a major player.

If it hadn’t been for Miss Ouyang’s personal invitation, she might not have even qualified to attend.

If she did run into Wang Yubo and Ren Mingyuan, the most she could do would be to lean on information gaps and sheer presence in conversation to press them a bit, venting her anger.

If she wanted to inflict any kind of fatal blow on their companies, the only way would be to wield Rongliu Capital’s investment authority and attack precisely through the stock market or their financing channels.

But unfortunately, she didn’t have that capability, nor did she have that authority.

Her current position fell under the President’s Office, and her direct supervisor was Lin Muxue.

Within this huge system, at best she counted as a mid‑level manager.

One level below an executive like Chief Assistant Lin Muxue.

And her scope of work was strictly confined to "Tang Song’s personal investment business."

The company’s real core investment operations had never been explicitly delegated to her by Tang Song, and he’d never assigned her any related tasks.

As an assistant, if the boss doesn’t assign it, you have no authority to touch it—that’s the most basic rule of the workplace.

So many internal confidential documents that Lin Muxue could see, many core decision‑making meetings she could attend—none of those were within Yuyan’s reach.

This was precisely why she’d always coveted Lin Muxue’s position, desperately trying to prove herself, hoping to take her place.

But now, even her one and only "lever"—

Tang Song’s personal investment business—was about to be shut down.