"Not talking?" Tang Song’s voice grew colder, "Seems like you want to be ’punished’?"

Tian Jing’s body trembled more violently, but her eyes shone with excitement and longing.

She bit her lower lip, using a tone that was aggrieved and seemingly compelled.

She voluntarily "confessed": "My apologies, Brother Tang Song, I... I was wrong.

It’s... it’s my dad... he intentionally invited Meng Chuan and Lin Jingming over, wanting me to ’interact’ with them at the birthday party, for another choice...

The reason is... my dad’s investment in Huinei Electronics encountered a major crisis, it’s nearing bankruptcy, and both Lin Jingming and Meng Chuan could save it...

I’m sorry, Brother Tang Song, I’ve let you down..."

Tian Jing’s voice was very low, audible only to the two of them.

She was much like a little cat confessing and pleading for forgiveness from its owner after making a mistake.

Tang Song’s expression didn’t change at all, he simply asked calmly, "And what else?"

"I... didn’t... ah!" Tian Jing’s skin on her back near the flower arrangement table felt a clear pain.

Her cheeks unwillingly flushed with a sickly red, her gaze now tinged with a dazed expression.

This secretive punishment amidst the crowd was something she simply couldn’t resist.

Tang Song slightly bowed his head, enjoying Tian Jing’s shuddering reaction while whispering in her ear, "It seems you’re quite dishonest, we’ll have a proper chat tonight."

"Yes, yes, my lord Tang Song..."

Tian Jing inadvertently voiced the name she always used in her fantasy world, growing so excited she could barely stand.

Just then, two female servers approached, carrying silver trays.

They wore matching fitted hotel uniforms and simple silver masks, their steps graceful and synced.

One of the servers walked up to Tang Song and slightly bowed.

She handed him the champagne on the tray, her voice clear and pleasing, "Chairman Tang, this is the specially prepared Fleur de Paris for you."

Tang Song casually picked up a glass, his slender fingers forming an elegant contrast against the cool glass.

His gaze met hers through the gaps in the mask, finding curiosity and tension.

He gently nodded, his voice flat, "Thank you."

The server’s face flushed red, she quickly glanced away and left with her companion.

Tang Song watched their graceful figures as he took a sip of champaign, the bubbles delicately bursting on his tongue.

That was Pei Yanke, who he had met once before, and the other should be Xiao Meiqi of the Echo girl group.

His gaze unknowingly scanned the banquet hall.

Soon enough, he noticed three more similarly "out of place" figures near the bar and dessert tables.

As top idol artists, their posture, gaze, aura, and constant camera-ready demeanor were unparalleled by ordinary servers.

Tang Song had previously looked up their profiles online, and now, under such special circumstances, he could instantly match each person to their real-life counterpart.

He only briefly pondered about their appearance before understanding the arrangement behind it.

It was likely the handiwork of Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan.

Seeing the servers depart, Tian Jing held her champagne and bit her lip.

She almost said something more, hoping to provoke Tang Song’s "punishment," but her expression suddenly froze.

Not far away, surrounded by people, Meng Chuan’s gaze had already crossed the crowd to land here.

Then, everyone including Tian Chengye and Qin Hua turned their direction and began walking over.

Tian Jing instantly returned to being the sweet and obedient beautiful and rich girl.

She smiled to greet the approaching crowd.

"Come, come, Meng Chuan, Mr. Mellon." Tian Chengye jovially led the way up front, "This is my daughter, Tian Jing."

Meng Chuan’s gaze, however, first settled on the exceptional presence of Tang Song beside Tian Jing.

He paused briefly, a subtly unusual expression passing through his eyes.

Then, he shifted his focus to tonight’s female lead and broke into a bright and confident smile, "Miss Tian, happy birthday. You are far more stunning in person than in photos."

As he spoke, he casually clasped his hands in front of him.

When he reopened them, there was a beautifully designed, dazzling Van Cleef & Arpels bracelet in his palm.

The whole motion was suave and natural, filled with a magician-like fluidity and elegance.

Instantly drawing exclamations from the surrounding women.

"Thank you." Tian Jing smiled and nodded.

"Could I trouble the beautiful lady to offer your hand, so I may adorn you with this small blessing?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Meng Chuan smiled, his tone gentle and courteous, difficult for anyone to refuse his gentlemanly grace.

However, Tian Jing did not immediately extend her hand.

She turned her head to Tang Song beside her, meeting his deep, calm eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Meng, the gift is too precious, I’ll keep it first and wear it later."

With Tian Jing’s unexpected refusal, the atmosphere at the scene became extremely awkward.

Tian Chengye’s mind was racing, he took a deep breath.

Quickly making a decision.

He stepped forward with a smile, forcibly breaking the awkward atmosphere, "Haha, it’s all my fault. I forgot to introduce you both. This is Jingjing’s boyfriend, Tang Song. This is Meng Chuan, Mr. Meng, from Singapore’s top family office, Xinghan Investment."

Despite his immense desire to climb the high branch represented by Meng Chuan, he ultimately cared for his daughter.