Chapter 2308 - 735: Private Domain_5

They didn’t even ask Tang Song to personally step forward; instead, they respectfully approached with a stamping device clearly prepared especially for him.

Passport handed over, stamp placed, the entire process took no more than two to three minutes.

Lin Muxue followed beside him, her heart pounding wildly, her legs slightly trembling.

To have a high-ranking official from a powerful department of a sovereign nation personally come to serve...

This had already surpassed her wildest imaginations.

The entire entry process was completed in this extremely efficient yet awe-inspiring atmosphere.

Lin Muxue sat beside Tang Song, her whole being in a slight state of dizziness.

The series of top-notch privileges she had just experienced made her so excited she even felt an urge to pee.

She finally came to deeply understand the true meaning of the words Tina had told her over the phone before their departure:

"Time will never be wasted on such meaningless waiting."

"Mr. Tang," Tina turned around, asking softly with her distinct tone, "After a long flight, you probably need to replenish some energy. I’ve arranged for a light breakfast for you at our private club in Eze Town. The view there is excellent. Do you want to make a brief stopover there first, or head directly to the estate?"

"Let’s go to the club first," Tang Song replied casually.

In Southern France, in December, the sun doesn’t rise until after seven-thirty.

By going directly now, the sky was still dark, and the true beauty of the estate couldn’t be appreciated.

Tang Song didn’t mind waiting.

"Alright."

The convoy smoothly departed the airport, winding up the famous "Moyenne Corniche" mountain road.

About twenty minutes later, they stopped in front of a brightly lit building.

It was one of the private clubs under the Tang Jin Family Office, open to top members globally—The Sovereign Club.

The club’s manager had long led all the staff to wait respectfully at the door.

After enjoying a breakfast specially tailored for him by a Michelin three-star chef, the horizon started to show a faint pale white.

The convoy set off again.

This time, they did not linger along the coastline but turned entirely inland, entering the rolling hills of the Provence region.

Soon, they entered a private road.

The silhouette of the estate gradually emerged.

Beside him, Lin Muxue was not sleepy, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at everything outside the window.

This was also her first visit; all previous liaison work had only been conducted online with Tina’s service team.

The visions that once existed only in design drawings and aerial footage were now gradually becoming a real miracle before her eyes.

The convoy slowed down.

Two massive gates, over ten meters high and forged of black wrought iron, slowly opened and closed.

Just as the convoy drove in.

On the eastern horizon, the sun burst forth.

Golden morning light pierced through the thin mist, illuminating the entire estate in an instant.

Tang Song sat up straight and looked out the window.

A vast, vibrant, and awe-inspiring scene unfolded—

Olive trees gently swayed in the wind, the shadows mottled like flowing silver.

Vast vineyards undulated along the mountains, like waves interwoven with green and brown.

Fields of lavender, in their dormant period, appeared in a tranquil grayish-purple in the morning light.

A clear stream wound its way down from the hills, converging into a mirror-like lake in the center of the estate.

Soon, the scattered buildings among them also came into view.

Gardens made of yellow cloud stones and lake stones, with flying eaves and rock gardens, were serene and elegant.

French classical estate, with vines climbing the century-old stone walls.

Modern minimalist glass residences, so light they seemed to float in the air.

Tuscan-style warm-colored villas, surrounded by grapevines.

...

Villas of diverse styles, perfectly integrated into nature, appeared like cinematic scenes, adorned with shifting light and shadows from different angles as the convoy moved.

—Presenting themselves before their eyes.

There was not a hint of vulgarity or ostentation, just the ultimate elegance and luxury.

Eventually, the convoy came to a slow stop in front of a spacious white plaza.

Tang Song looked through the car window and saw the main building of the estate, which he had only seen in game interface design drawings before.

It was not the classical castle of Europe, with its heavy and thick earth.

The entire building was made of large white travertine and seamlessly connected glass, with extremely simple lines, resembling a futuristic artwork meticulously carved into the hillside.

Soft golden light slowly emanated from within, forming a thin halo in the morning mist.

It stood quietly at the end of the plaza.

Like a top-tier art gallery.

The car door was slowly opened by security personnel.

Tina, who had quietly stepped forward at some point, maintained an appropriate distance.

"Mr. Tang, welcome home."

Tang Song stepped out of the car.

His leather shoes landed on the solid white steps, making a clean and firm sound.

He turned slightly, looking back.

Morning light slanted across from the other side of the ridge, over his shoulder, tinting his cold, handsome profile with a light golden hue.

The extending mountainscape, the low-hung mist, the silent convoy, the neatly arranged gardens like a chessboard, the private road stretching into the distance...

This was his personal domain.