Chapter 2214 - 715: Su Yu vs Ouyang Xianyue (2)

She carefully studied the schedule in her hand, then looked up at Teacher Jiang’s gaze, full of "expectation" (actually pleading for mercy).

In the end, as if accepting a major mission, she nodded firmly. "Okay! Teacher Jiang, I’ll definitely supervise you properly!"

"So considerate. You have to enforce it strictly, okay?" Tang Song smiled as he patted her head, sealing the deal.

"Ahem..." Jiang Yourong cleared her throat, afraid Tang Song might remember some other wicked schemes. "So, since the ’hostage’ has been redeemed and the task handed over, I still have some work to prepare tonight, so I really should get going."

Qian Lele bit her lip and quickly chimed in, "Teacher Jiang, please wait a moment, I’ll go pack my luggage."

With that, she lowered her head and quickly walked away.

She went to the guest bedroom.

Looking at this room she’d only stayed in for a single day, a complicated wave of emotion washed over her.

The soft, large bed, the high-end fragrance, the clean, warm air, the clothes and shoes prepared just for her in the walk-in closet...

Every detail felt so real.

She really didn’t want to leave!

She sighed in admiration, then swiftly adjusted her mindset.

She cheered herself up silently.

She took out her phone and snapped a photo of the guest bedroom as a keepsake.

Then she neatly packed up her tiny canvas bag, changed back into the clothes she’d worn when she came, put on her jacket, and returned to the living room.

"Brother, Teacher Jiang, I’m done packing."

"Mm." Jiang Yourong had already returned to her calm, intellectual teacherly demeanor and stood up to walk over to her beloved student.

However, her gaze couldn’t help drifting to the delicate dishes, fruits, and desserts laid out on the coffee table.

Her stomach twisted with a pang.

Noticing where she was looking, Tang Song thoughtfully grabbed a bag, filled it with food, and handed it over for them to eat on the way.

Jiang Yourong made a show of politely refusing twice, then impatiently accepted it.

She really was starving.

The two of them walked together to the entryway and changed into their shoes.

With a heavy "click," the double armored doors swung open.

Jiang Yourong stepped out first, almost fleeing toward the elevator lobby.

Qian Lele followed behind, but stopped at the doorway.

She turned back again, taking in this spacious, bright, and exquisitely luxurious apartment.

Then she looked at Tang Song, standing in front of her.

In this short day and a bit, everything she’d experienced flashed through her mind like a spinning lantern—

Exquisite food, warm companionship, thrilling VR games, and that feeling of being cherished by Tang Song, treated as "family."

A strong impulse surged up inside her.

She suddenly stepped forward, opened her arms, and hugged Tang Song tightly.

"Goodbye, Brother." Her voice carried a hint of lingering attachment and reluctance.

The hug was youthful and forceful, carrying her unique clean scent—a mix of sunshine and laundry detergent.

Tang Song froze for a moment, then raised his arms and hugged her back.

A moment later.

Qian Lele let go of him, rose up on tiptoe, and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

With a heartbeat faster than her footsteps, her face flushed bright red as she turned and hurried after Jiang Yourong, disappearing into the elevator lobby.

This time.

Cinderella didn’t change into a ball gown, nor did she ride in a pumpkin carriage.

But she still had her own Magic moment,

attending this "private ball" that belonged only to her and Tang Song, in her truest, purest form.

And before the clock struck, she left behind a kiss more real than any glass slipper.

After a long while.

Tang Song touched his cheek, let out a sigh, and a gentle smile flickered across his brows and eyes.

...

Seven in the evening.

Shen City, Tangyi Precision Innovation Center, summit networking banquet.

Brilliant crystal chandeliers bathed the entire banquet space in daylight-like brightness, warm and opulent.

A flowing string quartet slowly drifted through the air, creating an elegant atmosphere for conversation.

Servers in smart uniforms carried silver trays laden with champagne and delicate hors d’oeuvres, weaving through the crowd.

Entrepreneurs, investors, and tech experts from all over the world clustered in small groups, glasses in hand, speaking in low voices.

"...President Shen, about the ’content developer incentive program’ you mentioned this afternoon at the breakout session, we at Penguin Interactive Entertainment are very interested. We hope we can have a chance to follow up with a more in-depth dedicated discussion with you."

"President Shen, I’m Zhang Yuan, in charge of the hard-tech track at Gao Ling Capital. Here’s my card. I very much look forward to working with Xuanji Light Realm on ecosystem investments..."

Holding her champagne glass, Shen Yuyan handled the probing, flattery, and partnership requests coming at her from all sides with practiced ease.

After a full day of high-intensity summit events, she had fully settled into her new role as Chief Ecosystem Officer and was enjoying the immense influence and respect that came with it.

The only slight regret she felt was that she hadn’t been granted a one-on-one meeting with Miss Ouyang.

At the opening ceremony that afternoon, they had merely exchanged a look across the crowd, followed by a brief, politely casual chat—just a few sentences.

Once the summit forums ended, that dignified, elegant woman quietly left, clearly not planning to attend this relatively open networking banquet.

It fit her usual mysterious and low-key style.

Perhaps at this very moment, she was meeting with founders of the same level in a more private venue, having conversations that truly shaped the landscape.

Shen Yuyan’s gaze swept the banquet hall and quickly locked onto two figures not far away—