Chapter 2289 - 732: School Beauty Shen on the Offensive! (Part 2)

She just got up and started leisurely packing her luggage.

Half an hour later, she took a hot shower, sat at her desk, and opened her laptop.

She began to look through the information she had gathered from various channels about "Smile Holding."

This was not only for the upcoming shareholders’ meeting but also because she wanted to explore Tang Song’s past.

She was inherently someone who greatly admired strength.

To her, Tang Song now seemed to be the most charming, mysterious, and powerful man in the world.

She was eager to know more about him.

Desperately wanted, to the point of madness.

Some time passed.

"Ding-dong——" The WhatsApp notification sound suddenly chimed.

Two messages popped up.

[Lu Ziming: "Yuyan, I just finished my work over here, and I found the video you wanted. Sending it to you now."]

[Lu Ziming: [Birthday Party.mp4]]

Shen Yuyan’s eyes moved slightly, and she clicked on the video.

The familiar music and noisy voices came through; it was Lu Ziming’s 2017 birthday party held at a KTV near the school.

At the time, she was being fervently pursued by Lu Ziming, so she attended with her best friend Xu Qing.

The video started with a shaky camera aimed at Xu Qing, who was wearing a cute outfit and a delicate cosplay makeup.

Clearly, the person filming was an avid anime fan, endlessly praising Qingqing, making her both shy and proud.

Looking at her eighteen or nineteen-year-old best friend on the screen, with clear and lively eyes, Shen Yuyan couldn’t help but smile gently.

"Fool Qing..." she murmured.

Then, the camera panned across, and many familiar faces quickly passed by.

Including Tang Song.

He sat quietly on the sofa in the corner, silently eating watermelon from the fruit platter.

When the camera swept over him, he gave a bashful and shy smile towards it.

After watching all the clips that included him.

Shen Yuyan opened Lu Ziming’s chat window and glanced at the time.

It was now 4 p.m. Imperial City time, corresponding to 3 a.m. New York time.

She replied, "Replying at this hour? Are you cultivating in New York, working overnight?"

The reply came almost instantly.

[Lu Ziming: "Isn’t that right. There’s no choice; holding a meeting across time zones means we low-level employees have to compromise with headquarters’ working hours. (#bitter smile)"]

Since late September, Lu Ziming had been outsourced to the United States, reportedly to follow up on a cooperation with a major private equity firm on Wall Street.

As a new graduate, naturally, he had to undertake the most exhausting, most tedious foundational tasks and had already been stranded in New York for two months.

In fairness, Lu Ziming’s family background was already quite good compared to ordinary people.

His father was an executive at the Yan City branch of a state-owned enterprise group, and his mother was a deputy section chief in the system.

In the university circle, this was enough to make him an object of popular attention.

But at a higher level, it was still far from sufficient.

For instance, at his current employer, "Tiancheng Capital," this local leading investment institution with deep government ties.

Even if he could join through family connections, he still had to start as a junior analyst and deliver real results to climb the ranks.

This is the reality of social hierarchies.

She recalled those so-called "young talents" and "qualified suitors" who surrounded her during university.

Whether it was Lu Ziming, or later startup partners Zhang Tianqi and Hou Shaoyuan, or even those more senior schoolmates...

Their levels were actually not high enough.

The root cause was that the "platform" she was on wasn’t good enough.

Yan City University of Science and Technology, a relatively ordinary non-prestigious school.

No matter how eminent, this circle could not touch the true core hierarchy.

But who would have thought, in this shallow pool, a true dragon was hidden?

She shifted her gaze back to the video, to the young Tang Song still munching on watermelon, unable to resist reaching out and gently stroking his face on the screen.

Experiencing the same fantasy as best friend Xu Qing in her heart.

If she could return to university, she would undoubtedly go to any lengths to be with him.

She was lost in thought for a while.

Shen Yuyan turned her gaze back to the chat window and replied, "By the way, can you tell me about Tang Song from your dorm during university? The more detailed, the better."

[Lu Ziming: "Oh? Why all of a sudden you want to dig into old Song’s past? Could it be you were watching those old videos because of him?"]

Shen Yuyan smiled lightly and tapped her fingertip: "Yes, I’m pursuing him, wanting to know more about his past. (#cover-mouth laugh)"

Although Lu Ziming had left Yan City only over two months ago, a dramatic change had occurred.

If he were here, he would already know about Rongliu Capital, about Tang Song, about her new job.

After all, his "Tiancheng Capital" and "Rongliu" were in the same office building; not knowing would be difficult.

After quite some time, Lu Ziming sent a slightly sour audio message.

[Lu Ziming: "Alright, I admit I’m sour; old Song really struck gold! No way, when I come back gilded from New York, I have to give him a good treat!"]

Then, Lu Ziming’s audio messages came one after another.

He began to talk intermittently about his once roommate.

And through his narration, the nearly transparent figure of Tang Song, who occasionally flashed in the corners of the university campus in Shen Yuyan’s mind, finally began to fill up with vibrant color.