Chapter 2310: Seeds of Fear_2

His mood was nowhere near as calm as it looked on the surface.

His heart started thumping, “bang, bang, bang.”

These real-time data, these 230 hectares of land, this entire operating system.

Right now they were opening up to him in a way of absolute submission.

Not ownership in a symbolic sense.

Not registration on paper.

But—

If you want to change somewhere, you can change it.

If you want to build something, you can build it.

All resources are waiting for your decision.

A cool and vast sense of control slowly rose from the deepest part of his chest.

Too real.

Too immense.

Too silent.

Land, production, life;

Security, meetings, administration;

Culture, art, healing;

Luxury, socializing, heritage…

Every system was running around him.

Every order revolved around him.

…

Just then.

Lin Muxue stepped closer, “President Tang, I… I need to go to the bathroom first.”

Tang Song turned back, and his gaze instinctively dropped to her lower abdomen.

Lin Muxue instantly pressed her legs together, a faintly unnatural embarrassment appearing on her flushed cheeks.

“Go ahead.”

Lin Muxue was like a condemned prisoner granted amnesty, forcing herself to maintain a last shred of elegance as she turned, her high heels clicking toward the restroom.

Her steps grew faster and faster.

Clearly, the cartographer Xue was already close to losing control.

Tang Song slowly withdrew his hand.

He went back to the floor‑to‑ceiling window, overlooking the vast private territory beneath his feet.

For an estate this massive, it was impossible to complete a physical inspection in a single day.

But a more practical question was already laid out before him.

This place sat in the heart of Europe, only an hour’s drive from bustling Nice, the film sanctuary of Cannes, and the money pit of Monaco.

In the future, when he and his wings needed somewhere to vacation, this would inevitably be the first choice.

Safe enough, absolutely private, and fully equipped with everything.

He could almost picture it already: once they all moved in, this quiet manor would surely become lively.

The main residence had, unsurprisingly, already been pre‑empted by Secretary Jin.

This should be the place she personally helped design, and there were quite a few of her photos, with many of her clothes hanging in the walk‑in closet.

And how should the other dozen or so standalone villas be allocated?

This was by no means a simple matter.

He had to take into account each person’s preferences, personality, and their relationships with one another.

Xue and Qianqian, that pair of best friends, could be grouped together; the luxurious classical villa beside the vineyard would suit them best, and it was very close to the beauty and anti‑aging center.

Tang Song’s gaze fell toward that gentle slope on the eastern side.

A Tuscan country‑style villa, backed by olive groves and facing the lake.

The back gate of the yard led directly to the forest cycling path.

Downstairs there was also a separate gym and tennis court.

The big sister should really like it there.

And that Jiangnan‑style courtyard villa with flying eaves and bracket sets.

A layered‑courtyard design, waterside pavilion, long corridor, small bridge.

Soft light and ink‑washed hues everywhere.

Zhang Yan should be particularly fond of it.

And his first love—she liked quiet and scientific research—so that minimalist glass house near the lake.

The view was excellent, the lighting perfectly pure.

Nothing could suit her better.

…

Tang Song’s thoughts finally settled on that figure he was soon to reunite with in Paris.

Su Yu.

That was probably going to be the biggest problem in the future.

Tang Song rubbed his brow.

Speaking of which, the female star should have arrived in Yan City by now.

He wondered if she had met up with the big sister yet.

…

4:30 p.m.

Yan City.

The black Bentley glided smoothly along the ring road, the post‑snow setting sun casting a cold halo over the car windows.

Su Yu sat quietly in the back seat, her eyes unfocused as she looked out.

In the window glass was reflected that exquisitely beautiful face of hers, tinged with a cool, distant aloofness.

The city’s neon had yet to fully flicker on, the sky slightly dimmed, and the whole of Yan City seemed sunken in a thin mist, so still it felt a little desolate.

This place was not unfamiliar to her; she had come here many times.

During those two busiest, most feverish years, she would do everything she could to squeeze out one or two days from an airtight schedule.

Then she’d put on a mask and a cap, like an ordinary girl traveling for love, coming alone to this strange northern city just to see him once.

Back then, he was busy too.

But no matter how busy he was, as long as she came, he would always carve out time.

He’d play guitar, talk about music, write songs for her.

All those dense engagements, the sharpness of the media, the company’s exploitation…

In the moment she saw him, all of it became bearable.

Until later.

He began not replying to her messages, using a gradual kind of distancing to push her bit by bit out of his world.

So she started sending him all kinds of postcards, invitations, tickets to movie premieres…

And then came that long, years‑long stretch of waiting like drowning, and the self‑doubt enough to swallow everything.

Precisely because she had once felt that bone‑deep chill of being abandoned by the world, she was all the more terrified.

More afraid than anyone of losing again.

He had gone to Tang Jin Manor, taking possession of that territory named for him and Jin Meixiao.

Next, Jin Meixiao would still see him in New York.

December 25, her birthday was just around the corner.

This time, she truly didn’t want to gamble anymore.

She had to do something, so she wouldn’t be so afraid.

She also desperately wanted more sense of presence.

So, she came.

The car smoothly left the main road and entered the underground garage of Shengyuan Good Place.

“Sister Yu.” The assistant in the front seat, Cheng Xiaoxi, reminded her softly, “We’ve arrived, Wen Ruan is waiting for you.”