Chapter 2317: Wei Xiao_3

Su Yu chuckled softly, with a touch of nostalgia in her eyes, “It seems he hasn’t told you, huh? Since I debuted, the most popular TV dramas and movies were all written by him, like ‘Monologue’ and ‘Captive Ground.'”

“W-What?!” Xu Qing and Shen Yuyan exclaimed simultaneously.

Even Wen Ruan, who had been watching the drama unfold, was so shocked that her hand trembled.

They never imagined that those legendary shows, famous across the nation, were actually created by Tang Song?!

Su Yu gently lowered her head, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of her teacup, her voice becoming soft and dreamy, as if lost in her own world.

“At that time, he was very busy with work and school, but he always found time to tailor scripts for me.”

“Besides these, the national variety shows I participated in early on were also masterminded by him. He always knew precisely what audiences liked and what suited me best.”

“Oh, right.” She seemed to remember something precious, and her eyes lit up, “More than these, what I loved the most were the songs he wrote for me.”

Xu Qing:=͟͟͞͞=͟͟͞͞(●⁰ꈊ⁰●|||)

Then, Su Yu stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

She started to hum a beautiful melody, her singing clear and captivating.

Watching her silhouette, Shen Yuyan’s breathing became rapid, her mind somewhat dizzy.

She also had interests and hobbies, like listening to music, watching movies, and variety shows.

Unexpectedly, all the things she had always liked were actually masterminded by Tang Song.

Even Su Yu was propelled to fame entirely by Tang Song.

How many secrets does he have?

The man who once seemed god-like in her eyes was once again shrouded in mist.

Wen Ruan sighed softly, unable to help but feel a sense of envy and bitterness.

She finally understood why Su Yu loved Tang Song so obsessively.

And finally realized why Chairman Jin was so resistant to Su Yu.

Which woman could withstand such romance?

This damned man, has to write me a song too when he returns!

Su Yu leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, watching their reactions.

In her amber eyes, there was a hint of almost pathological obsession.

See…

You’ve all seen it now…

Those songs, those scripts… are all proof of his love for me.

In this world, only I have experienced his most unconditional talent.

Jin Meixiao, the one he truly loved should have been me.

She raised her head slightly, her gaze seemingly piercing through the snowstorm in Yan City, looking towards the distant Cote d’Azur.

The snowlight outside the window reflected on her perfect profile, half bright, half dark.

…

Dusk spread like a veil over the continuous valleys of Provence.

The grandeur of the [Tang Jin Manor] was reined in with the fall of day.

Warm yellow ground lights and landscape light strips illuminated along the winding private road, the vineyard paths, and the contours of the buildings.

Resembled a flowing galaxy.

Beside the artificial lake, at the [Health Management Center].

Huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows kept the serene blue water and distant lights outside.

A faint fragrance lingered in the air.

Inside the therapy room.

Tang Song lay on a massage bed.

A royal therapist from Thailand was kneeling by his side, with hands covered in warm essential oils, rhythmically easing the tense muscles of his back.

The warmth in his palm traveled along the meridians, blending soreness and comfort.

Tang Song closed his eyes in contentment, teetering on the brink of slumber.

All day today, his nerves had been continuously on edge.

Even with an electric cart, it’s nearly impossible to see all of the 230-hectare estate.

Moreover, it felt like an unending journey of unveiling Mystery Boxes.

Underground temperature-controlled wine cellar, shooting gallery hidden within the mountains, library housing unique limited editions, F1 standard racetrack…

Tang Song’s breathing gradually became measured, finally succumbing to fatigue, drifting into a deep sleep.

When he awoke again, the therapy team had already left.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink.

Indoor lights set to their warmest and softest orange hue.

Tang Song sat up, feeling nimble and completely clear-headed.

He donned a robe and stepped out.

A waiter promptly came forward, speaking softly, “Mr. Tang, you’re awake. Would you like some snacks or beverages?”

Tang Song waved his hand and casually asked, “Where’s Luna?”

“Assistant Lin has completed the full SPA treatment, took a nap in the rest room, and went to the pool about ten minutes ago.”

He nodded and headed towards the pool.

Tang Song nodded and started walking towards the pool.

Passing through a glass corridor filled with tropical plants, he pushed open the heavy glass door at the end.

A warm mist greeted him.

His view opened up to a magnificent sight.

The immense infinity heated pool appeared like a deep, transparent sapphire.

Lin Muxue was sitting by the pool, dressed in a simple yet flattering white bikini, focused on taking selfies with her phone.

Side pose, raised chin, hair toss, angles precise, lighting immaculate.

Not an outsider’s shot, even her check-ins carry a professional level of camera sense.

Tang Song didn’t disturb her, leaning against the door, watching the scene with keen interest.

In memory, Xue loved taking photos.

And she was very skilled at it.

Later, she should exchange pointers with Jing, as beautiful and rich girls love being in front of the camera.

After a while, Lin Muxue finally set down her phone, her gaze immediately capturing that familiar silhouette.

She paused slightly, her face blossoming into a captivating smile.

She picked up her handbag from the chaise lounge and walked briskly on the slippery poolside.

Droplets of water rolled down her long legs.