On the other side, in the high-end suite.

Ouyang Xianyue slowly opened her eyes, waking from a deep and lingering sleep.

She stared at the intricate carvings on the ceiling for a few seconds before her consciousness gradually returned.

The dizziness from jet lag hadn't completely faded yet, and her body still held onto an indescribable sense of laziness and fatigue.

She rolled out of bed, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and gently pulled the curtains open a crack.

Blinding sunlight mixed with the deep blue of the Mediterranean instantly flooded the room.

She squinted slightly, her gaze passing over the classical buildings nearby and landing on the sparkling Port of Hercules in the distance, where densely packed white yachts were moored.

That was the sea.

The place that had haunted her in her dreams countless times, making her ashamed, tremble, yet yearn for it intensely.

Looking at that sea and recalling the events since taking off from Yancheng, Ouyang Xianyue's eyes became extremely complex.

She felt... she was gradually losing control.

Or rather, after escaping the familiar land of Huaxia, discarding that ring, and shedding the heavy shackles, her entire being—body and mind—was indulging in a thorough and complete release.

In the past, she could never have imagined it.

That she would be with a man, doing all sorts of absurd things just feet away from another woman's deep sleep.

Even more unimaginable was that on the helicopter, she had silently allowed his hands to roam over her body, even secretly anticipating more.

The sense of immorality akin to an affair, the thrill of possibly being discovered at any moment, combined with her long-standing self-restraint regarding her status, made her soul tremble.

"You really are... insane, Ouyang Xianyue."

She murmured softly to herself, forcibly suppressing the thrilling palpitations of having tasted the marrow of desire, and turned to walk into the walk-in closet.

After changing clothes and tidying her appearance in front of the mirror, the familiar Precision Queen seemed to have returned.

Only, deep in her eyes, there was a hint of dazedness she herself hadn't noticed.

She pushed open the bedroom door.

In the living room outside, Secretary Chen was sitting at the desk handling emails.

Hearing the noise, she immediately stood up.

"Ms. Ouyang, you're awake." She paused. "Miss Xu Qing has arrived. She's been waiting for you in the lounge for nearly half an hour."

"Oh? Yanqing is looking for me?" Ouyang Xianyue was slightly surprised.

Logically, Xu Qing had just moved into such a luxurious Royal Suite; this was when her sense of novelty should be at its peak.

She should be clinging to Tang Song having fun right now, why would she come looking for me?

"I'm not sure of the specific reason." Secretary Chen lowered her voice, her expression somewhat grave. "But when Miss Xu Qing arrived, she looked a bit panicked, as if hiding from something. There must have been some unexpected situation."

A flicker of light passed through Ouyang Xianyue's eyes. Without asking more, she strode towards the lounge.

The moment the door was pushed open, Xu Qing's eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up from the sofa.

"Sister Xianyue, you're awake!"

"Yes, sorry to keep you waiting, Yanqing." Ouyang Xianyue's tone was gentle as she sat down opposite her. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere? Or has Tang Song bullied you again?"

"N-no..." Xu Qing bit her lip, her eyes darting around. "Um... Miss Anne Kate has arrived and is talking with Tang Song. I felt it wasn't very convenient for me to be there, so I came out to chat with you."

Hearing this, Ouyang Xianyue's fingers paused slightly.

Her expression remained unchanged.

"Anne? About what?"

Xu Qing's face flushed bright red, her gaze evasive. She hemmed and hawed for a long time before squeezing out a small, whispered sentence:

"It might be... private matters. I, I don't know either..."

She, Miss Xu Qing, also had her pride!

How could she say that kind of thing?

Say that the buxom, long-legged European-American mare came to sleep with her boyfriend, and she, the legitimate female lead, was being NTR'd?

Say she just ran away like that, without even putting up a fight?

So embarrassing!

She originally wanted Sister Xianyue to go suppress that mare, but how could she say that now?

Too shameful! Too humiliating!

Xu Qing roared wildly in her heart, but on the surface, she could only bite her lip hard, lower her head, and try to maintain the little dignity she had left.

She looked exactly like an incompetent girlfriend.

Looking at her like that, Ouyang Xianyue's eyes flickered.

She didn't need to ask much; she had already guessed seventy or eighty percent.

"It's alright." She gently patted the back of Xu Qing's hand, her smile gentle and graceful. "Since you're here, we can just chat. I was feeling a bit bored alone and wanted someone to talk to anyway."

Then, she skillfully steered the conversation away, talking about the local customs of Monaco, the history of the Monte Carlo casino, and those century-old dessert shops hidden in the alleys.

Chen Jing came in at the right time to refill the tea and brought exquisite French pastries—small macarons, glossy chocolate mousse, and a few pieces of financiers exuding the aroma of butter.

Under Ouyang Xianyue's masterful, spring-breeze-like high-level social skills, Xu Qing's taut nerves finally slowly relaxed.

She ate the pastries while exclaiming in awe about Monaco's luxury, her emotions gradually calming down.

However.

On the surface, Ouyang Xianyue was chatting and laughing, but deep down, her heart had grown extremely heavy.

Anne Kate.

This crazy woman really came to cause trouble after all.

Ouyang Xianyue originally thought that given Anne Kate's sensitive status within the Kate Family now and the immense attention she received, to avoid suspicion and not raise doubts among those old-school Anglo-Saxon financial magnates, she should try to avoid appearing too intimate with Tang Song, a man from the East, in public or semi-public settings.

After all, as an heir to an Anglo-Saxon financial conglomerate, if discovered to be a vassal or mistress of Eastern capital, the consequences would be unthinkable.

But now it seemed she had completely underestimated Anne Kate's madness and recklessness.

Or rather, Anne Kate simply didn't care about these risks.

Instead, she was enjoying the greater challenge and thrill of dancing on the edge of a cliff.

Now, holding Crown Bank, she would be one of the most important arteries of the Tangjin System in the future.

She wanted greater power, wanted to make a stronger impression in front of Tang Song, so her actions and style had become increasingly bold and unrestrained.

So, would Anne, regardless of consequences, directly propose boarding the ship with Tang Song?

Would Tang Song refuse her?

Ouyang Xianyue wasn't sure.

After all, Anne Kate was not only his most important white glove in Europe, but it was also obvious the two had a physical relationship.

Anne was not Xu Qing.

That woman had methods, ambition, and was crazy.

If she really boarded that yacht...

Then all her carefully planned efforts would be completely ruined.

She might not even need to board the ship.

Tang Song might be so entangled by her that he couldn't break free; where would he find the mind for ambiguous push-and-pull with her?

Thinking of this, uncontrollable, wild images surfaced in Ouyang Xianyue's mind.

Tang Song's young, explosive body and that blonde, blue-eyed, hot-bodied foreign woman entangled together in some utterly shameless posture...

An indescribable sourness and heat surged up.

Her fingertips dug into her palms, the stinging pain making her sober up a bit.

What to do?

At this moment, what occupied the mind of this Precision Queen the most wasn't family office structures or capital games, but her own little, unspeakable, selfish thoughts.

After finishing their tea, the two chatted for a while longer.

Ouyang Xianyue looked at Xu Qing with gentle eyes. "Yanqing, I'll go with you later to see Tang Song and have a private talk with him. Regarding Anne's matter, after all, we're abroad, and it involves many complex interests. Some boundaries still need to be maintained. We can't let her run wild."

Xu Qing's face flushed red again. She quickly waved her hands, stammering softly, "Um, that... Sister Xianyue, I think... we should wait a bit longer. Probably Tang Song's conversation isn't finished yet..."

She knew just how monstrous Little Song's stamina was!

Especially last time with Yanyan, they went on for over three hours!

In the end, the two of them were lying on the quilt, unable to move a single finger.

Now he was with that equally monstrous mare; who knew how long it would take.

"Hmm?" Ouyang Xianyue's eyebrow twitched slightly as she checked the time.

Secretary Chen had just reported that Xu Qing had waited for half an hour when she arrived.

Now they had been drinking tea and chatting for over half an hour.

Over an hour.

How could it possibly not be over yet?

Could it be that Anne Kate wanted to blatantly stay over to sleep?

If so, even Jin Meixiao would be angry.

After all, the nature of Tang Song's trip this time was different and could cause bigger trouble.

She pondered for a moment, then instructed someone not far away, "Chen Jing, go ask Mr. Dubois. Notify me when Miss Anne leaves the suite."

"Yes." Secretary Chen responded and left.

Ouyang Xianyue and Xu Qing chatted seemingly casually while waiting.

Ten minutes.

Half an hour.

One hour.

Ouyang Xianyue still maintained a proper smile on her face, chatting with Xu Qing about Monaco's scenery and food as if nothing had happened.

But her fingers had unconsciously tightened on the armrest of the sofa.

Every few minutes, her gaze would inadvertently sweep towards the door.

Another ten minutes passed.

Chen Jing still hadn't returned.

Ouyang Xianyue lowered her eyelids, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

A ridiculous thought suddenly popped into her mind.

Could Tang Song have been completely drained dry by that crazy woman Anne?

...

Royal Suite.

The door to the walk-in closet was slightly ajar, warm yellow light pouring down from above.

In front of the full-length mirror, Anne Kate was leaning over the edge of the dressing stool, her forehead pressed hard against her folded arms.

Her golden hair was disheveled, covering half of her flushed face.

That originally well-defined body, full of strength and wild beauty, now seemed as if its bones had been removed.

Her tight waistline was deeply sunken, her full curves glistening with a thin layer of sweat under the light, her muscles trembling uncontrollably.

Tang Song slowly straightened up.

His gaze fell on the black belt in his hand.

Tang Song's Belt.

This item was obtained upon completing the Task of Mastering Annie.

It not only had attribute bonuses (Physique+1, Agility+1) but also special effects.

However, after obtaining it, Anne had been abroad, and he hadn't had the chance to experiment with it seriously.

And facing other Wings, even Xiao Jing, he didn't dare to go too far.

But this mare in front of him, who had always been wild and untamed, constantly provoking him, was different. He didn't need to show any mercy at all.

Without any restraint.

The results proved the effect was truly fantastic.

Tang Song casually draped the belt over the sofa, walked behind her, and bent down.

His broad chest pressed against her sweat-dampened back.

He reached out, pinched her sharp, upturned chin, slightly lifted that beautiful face, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror.

"Anne."

"Mmm..." Her voice was terribly hoarse, the tail end trembling.

"Now, tell me, who are you."

In the mirror, two pairs of eyes met through a thin layer of light and shadow.

Anne was panting heavily, her ice-blue eyes glazed under the light.

She stared at the man in the mirror, the corner of her lips moving slightly as she whispered, "I am your **."

Tang Song smiled with satisfaction, lowered his head, and kissed her sweaty cheek.

"Good, I like you obedient like this."

Anne's eyelashes trembled.

Looking at herself in the mirror and the man behind her who remained composed and unhurried, the rise and fall of her chest became even more pronounced.

Tang Song let go, straightened up, and walked straight towards the bathroom.

After the door closed, the room finally quieted down.

Only then did Anne's body, which had been tensed to the extreme, gradually relax.

She closed her eyes, leaning against the sofa as if she could finally catch her breath.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of water from the bathroom finally stopped.

Tang Song walked out, carrying the fresh, cool scent of water.

He leisurely put on his clothes, calmly fastening the belt back around his waist.

"Click—"

The metal buckle snapped shut with a crisp sound.

Hearing this sound, Anne, who had been half-closing her eyes, shuddered violently, almost instinctively shrinking back.

Tang Song glanced at her, a hint of faint amusement in his tone. "What? Scared?"

Anne propped herself up on her weak arms, sat up from the dressing stool, and reached up to push aside the messy, damp golden hair sticking to the side of her face.

"I just... need some time to digest your reward. I have to admit, you always manage to make me feel so good it tingles my scalp."

Tang Song walked to the side, picked up a glass of water from the low cabinet, and handed it to her.

Anne took the glass, drank a couple of sips, and her breathing slowly steadied.

Then, she reached for the scattered suit jacket nearby, pulled out a small black USB drive from the inner pocket.

"This is what you wanted. The complete three-layer contents are inside."

Her beautiful face still carried the lingering blush, but her eyes had already refocused, regaining some of their usual sharpness.

"The first layer is the complete, penetrated version of the existing control chain of Crown Bank, including board authorizations, shadow shareholding paths, offshore trust trustee arrangements, and backups of all key resolutions from the past three years."

"The second layer is the actual control tools needed for the handover, including multi-authorization rules for core accounts, permission mapping for the internal clearing system, and that special signing mechanism not filed externally."

"The third layer is the physical access arrangements for the underground vault and the black box archive layer at the Zurich headquarters. It includes: entry conditions, custody chain, backup locations, and verification procedures."

Tang Song reached out and took the USB drive.

This was one of the most important purposes of his trip to Europe.

Crown Bank had a special nature, involving too much underground capital flow and the exchange of interests among various hidden forces. Legally and on the surface, it wasn't convenient for him to hold shares directly.

Therefore, achieving actual control through the most core confidential documents and physical keys was the safest method.

And mastering Anne Kate was the most crucial link in this.

"You've done very well these years, Anne."

A flash of fanaticism almost instantly crossed Anne's eyes.

She stepped forward, her tall, voluptuous body pressing close to him again, her arms wrapping around his neck as she lifted her face, her eyes filled with bright yet dangerous light.

"Since I've done so well... what reward can I get?"

Tang Song looked down at her, his eyes deep. "What do you want?"

"Say to me..." Anne's lips almost touched his jaw, her voice hoarse. "Say you can't do without me."

The room instantly fell silent.

The corner of Tang Song's mouth lifted slightly as he reached up to tuck her disheveled golden hair behind her ear.

"Not enough yet."

Anne was stunned. After a brief moment of confusion, a smile gradually reappeared on her beautiful face.

Gorgeous, dangerous, crazy.

"So cruel, Song. You clearly know what kind of words can drive me the craziest. Yet you're unwilling to bestow even one sentence lightly."

Tang Song just looked at her without responding.

Anne took a deep breath, settling for second best. "Then, a different reward. This time in Monaco, I want to go on your new yacht, to be its first mistress."

"Not this time." Tang Song's fingers gripped her waist, gently stroking.

"Why?" Anne's brow instantly furrowed, a flash of displeasure in her eyes.

"No reason, it's my decision."

"Fine." She conceded softly.

"And..." Tang Song smiled, his gaze sweeping over her still slightly trembling legs. "You seem to have reached your limit. For the next few days, you should rest properly."

The corner of Anne's eye twitched violently twice.

These words, for a top-tier Alpha female who took pleasure in "conquering and being conquered," were the greatest provocation.

She licked her full, red lips, the flames of challenge rekindling in her eyes.

"No, not yet."

Tang Song raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is that so?"

Anne lowered her voice, breathing softly into his ear:

"There's still one place you haven't truly possessed... Don't you want to try it?"

Tang Song's hand gripping her waist tightened slightly.

That...

He really hadn't experienced it before.

It must be said, the mare truly lived up to being Xiao Jing's mentor.

Truly had no bottom line at all.

"Oh, you're tempted... I can feel it." Anne gently swayed her body, stepping back from Tang Song's embrace. "Then let's wait until next time. I'll prepare in advance."

After dropping this powerful lure, Anne turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Her long hair swayed gently behind her, the sweat-drenched ends clinging to her spine.

Under the light.

Flushed skin, messy scratch marks, crimson characters.

Dishevelment and seductive beauty intertwined, shocking to the eye, yet breathtakingly beautiful.

On the other side.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

A knocking sound came, and Secretary Chen pushed the door open.

"Ms. Ouyang, Miss Kate has left."

"Understood."

Ouyang Xianyue glanced expressionlessly at the antique clock on the wall.

From the time Xu Qing ran over in a panic until now, two and a half hours had passed.

Two and a half hours.

Such a long time...

After a long flight, without even adjusting to the jet lag, he directly fooled around in the room with such a wolfish, tiger-like European-American woman.

Even if Tang Song was young and vigorous, he was probably completely exhausted by now, right?

She originally planned to go with him to the port in advance to see that yacht and discuss the upcoming boarding and sea trip.

But now it seemed that plan would have to be abandoned.

An indescribable sense of irritation and sourness quietly rose in her heart.

Ouyang Xianyue took a light breath, suppressing that bit of emotion.

When she looked up again, her expression had returned to its usual composure.

"Let's go, Yanqing. Let's go see how President Tang's discussion went."

"Mm, mm, okay." Xu Qing immediately stood up, clenching her fists, following closely behind her powerful backer.

But her expression was fiercely menacing.

Damn Little Song, just knows to fool around with that mare!

Doesn't even know how to comfort me!

Let's see how my Sister Xianyue deals with you!

...

Two minutes later.

When the door to the Royal Suite was gently opened.

The moment she saw Tang Song, Ouyang Xianyue's steps paused slightly, a trace of disbelief flashing in her eyes.

He wasn't as listless and exhausted as she had imagined.

Tang Song had just taken a shower, changed into a clean beige casual shirt with the top two buttons loosely undone. His complexion was ruddy, his eyes clear and bright, his whole body exuding a relaxed vitality.

He even looked more spirited than before they parted.

Could it be...

They didn't do what she thought they did?

The moment this thought flashed through her mind, her mood inexplicably lightened considerably.

It seemed Tang Song still had some sense of propriety.

"Ms. Ouyang, Yanqing." Tang Song greeted them with a smile.

The two walked into the living room.

Ouyang Xianyue sat down gracefully, smiling as she spoke. "Tang Song, I heard from Yanqing that Anne came by? She came in such a hurry this time, is it about something regarding the upcoming cooperation between Crown Bank and Tangjin?"

Tang Song looked at her, a smile in his eyes, and nodded. "Yes, we roughly finalized the follow-up handover procedures. There are still some details that need to be sorted out later, but there are no major issues."

Ouyang Xianyue nodded, as if seriously thinking.

After a moment, she lifted her eyes, her gaze warm and gentle as she looked at Tang Song. "If it's convenient, shall we have a chat? There are some things I'd like to discuss with you privately."

Hearing this, Xu Qing's eyes lit up, frantically winking and making faces at Ouyang Xianyue.

Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes!

Finally here!

Go for it! Godmother... I mean, Sister Xianyue!

Punish this Little Song who forgets loyalty for lust!

Best to deal with that mare clearly and thoroughly too!

Tang Song didn't respond immediately. Instead, he turned to look at the huge floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

It was exactly four in the afternoon in Monaco. The blinding midday sun had already faded, turning into a warm amber color, gently spreading over the deep blue Mediterranean Sea in the distance, creating a shimmering, sparkling surface.

Outside the window, the classical buildings with red tiles and beige walls exuded a lazy yet luxurious Southern French charm in the slanted light and shadows.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the noble lady before him, and said in a calm tone, "Ms. Ouyang, this is my first time in Monaco, and I'm not very familiar with it. Why don't we go out for a walk? We can enjoy the Mediterranean scenery and conveniently discuss the upcoming arrangements in detail."

Ouyang Xianyue's heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Going outside, just the two of them.

An unfamiliar country, an unfamiliar city.

Such a setting was almost indistinguishable from a date.

A date.

For her, it was a word so distant it felt almost unfamiliar.

An unprecedented sense of palpitation slowly spread from the depths of her heart.

Making her whole body feel slightly warm.

"Alright." Ouyang Xianyue quickly steadied her emotions, nodding gently, her tone still composed. "It's been a long time since I've been here too. Wait for me a moment, I'll go put on a hat and sunglasses. After all, the social circle here isn't large; we should avoid attention somewhat."

"Yes, I'll accompany you."

Tang Song stood up and naturally walked to her side.

The two exchanged a glance and walked straight towards the door.

Passing by Xu Qing, Tang Song suddenly reached out and ruffled her head like petting a puppy.

"Yanqing, you must be tired from the flight. Just rest well in the suite. If you want to eat or drink anything, press the service bell to call the butler. Ms. Ouyang and I are going out to handle some matters; we'll be back later."

Xu Qing had just opened her mouth, her words not yet out.

The two had already walked out of the living room one after the other.

Xu Qing: "(@_@)?"

Huh?!

Wait!

Hold on!

This plot isn't right!

I'm the big female lead holding the script!

How come right after that mare left, the male lead still didn't take me along to play?!

Shouldn't it be me, holding the male lead's arm, going to inspect our superyacht, overlooking all of Monaco, and starting the highlight plot belonging to the female lead?!

She instinctively took a few steps forward to chase them.

Suddenly she froze, vigorously rubbing her eyes.

For that instant just now, she seemed to see Tang Song's hand lightly resting on Sister Xianyue's waist.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

It must be an illusion!

I was stimulated too much by that mare; now everyone looks like they're going to NTR me.

She patted her own face, falling into deep self-doubt on the spot.