Corporate slave? Pshaw, I'm the richest woman now!

What exactly is the relationship between Fenglan and the Newkman family?

The Secret of "Purple Eyes": Exploring the History of the Newkman Family

She is Her Majesty the Queen.

[Illusion? Hype? Or has a real princess appeared?]

Fenglan's principles have been broken—"She is my Muse"

Renowned, unconventional designer Feng Lan claims to have found his one and only muse.

Just as these overwhelming reports left various factions bewildered, the Newkman family released its latest announcement.

The Newkman family’s rival families were incredulous.

That old bastard Alberto, they haven't even had enough of celebrating the death of their only son, and now a new heir has suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

That old man was over sixty years old and was already in the cemetery!

God!

There can actually be an heir?

The news also deeply shocked members of the Newkman family.

……

Amidst dazzling lights and countless flashes, Tang Tang calmly met everyone's gaze, then after a three-second pause, turned and left.

Her gaze was so calm, and her departure so decisive. The catwalk itself was higher than the audience seats, giving many people below the illusion that they had just been swept over by the queen's scrutinizing gaze.

"Okay, to be honest, I'm interested. Does anyone know who this model is?"

Those inside the venue were unaware of the shocking news from the outside world. They began to whisper among themselves, but Tang Tang did not appear until the very end.

Yes, Tang Tang didn't leave during the opening or closing ceremonies. She only made a brief appearance in the very center, as if she were merely a queen coming out to take a look at her subjects.

But her unique temperament, delicate face, and unforgettable purple eyes still left a deep impression on the fashion world.

“Honey, I will deliver this whole outfit to your place later.”

Tang Tang smiled enigmatically, "Really? This outfit must have cost hundreds of millions."

The shoes alone, adorned with gold and gemstones, are worth as much as 80 million.

Not to mention the crown on Tang Tang's head.

"Of course, but money is the least valuable thing."

Feng Lan's fingertips gently touched Tang Tang's curled eyelashes, looking at the light gold powder at the corners of her eyes, like shimmering waves in her purple eyes. Her tone was gentle but carried a hint of danger, "But my Muse, you only told me you were going to talk business with the Godfather, how did you suddenly become a member of the Newman family?"

Tang Tang raised her eyes and met Feng Lan's gaze with a confident and unwavering expression. Her purple eyes were clear and unambiguous, revealing nothing about her.

"We're here to talk business, and blood ties are a bargaining chip, aren't they?"

She had no intention of explaining anything to Fenglan; she left him to fill in the blanks with a vague remark.

"I feel like I've been used by Little Muse," Feng Lan leaned closer. Her perfume had a unique scent, and she seemed to carry the smell of burnt leather, giving off a sense of wanton intrusion.

It's subtle, intense, and arrogant.

He trapped Tang Tang in the chair, like a solid cage, and gradually moved closer. Tang Tang slightly raised her eyes and could see Feng Lan's thick eyelashes.

"So, how about making it up to me?"

Tang Tang didn't care about the ambiguous restraint; she simply nestled comfortably in the soft chair. Hearing this, her red lips curved slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips, "How can I make it up to you?"

As if granted permission to trespass on territory, with a slightly intoxicated intoxication, a dark undercurrent suddenly surged in Feng Lan's eyes, his throat went dry, and he moved slightly.

Like stroking the head of a wild beast, Tang Tang's hand touched the back of Feng Lan's head. The silver hair in her hand was unexpectedly soft. Tang Tang rubbed it gently in a good mood, and then pressed Feng Lan's head down slightly.

"Good dog, your owner will reward you."

Even though Feng Lan had trapped her, and she was enveloped in his embrace, she still acted as if she were the master, pressing Feng Lan down to kiss her lips with a casual, controlling air.

So soft.

Feng Lan was like a dog suddenly having its neck wrapped around its neck, its body stiff as it let Tang Tang do as she pleased. When Tang Tang lowered her head to kiss Feng Lan's soft lips, Feng Lan's eyes widened involuntarily.

It's kind of cute.

Gently kneading Feng Lan's reddened earlobe, Tang Tang patted his face, "Is that enough?"

"Not enough!"

Feng Lan looked at the slight dampness on Tang Tang's lips and her practiced yet casual attitude. His eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he abruptly lowered his head, pouncing on his long-awaited main course like a beast.

The vague words disappeared again between their intertwined lips and teeth. Feng Lan's ears turned red, and the kisses were all over the place.

……

When Tang Tang left, Feng Lan was like a hesitant little wife. Especially when she saw Tang Xiao standing naturally behind Tang Tang with a smile on his face, she was like a puppy whose territory had been taken over, and her fur was about to stand on end.

“Dear Muse, your heart is so cold.”

Tang Tang ignored Feng Lan's words completely, only rolled her eyes, and unconsciously touched a small, slightly numb tooth mark on her lower lip.

Are all these men dogs?

Last time at the bar, Qi Yan ended up biting her neck, and this time, Feng Lan bit her lip again.

She almost laughed out loud.

Tang Xiao looked at Tang Tang's fingertips, which then landed on her slightly red lips, and narrowed his eyes.

Seeing Feng Lan's triumphant smile, Tang Xiao simply handed a slightly thick stack of documents to Tang Tang, "Master, this is the list you previously instructed us to submit."

Tang Tang didn't know what Tang Tang's attitude was towards Feng Lan. Tang Xiao spoke vaguely, but Tang Tang understood. She nodded, took the money, and got into the car.

As the car started, Tang Tang looked out the window at Feng Lan and raised an eyebrow. "See you next time, my good dog."

The reporters and media who had been blocked outside finally broke through the security cordon, but from a distance, they could only see the girl helping her butler into the car, and then revealing her stunning face, as if she said something to Feng Lan.

In the end, they didn't even have time for an interview; all that was left for them was Feng Lan's cold face and the convoy gradually moving away.

As for the interview with Fenglan...

Remembering the infamous scene where a reporter was repeatedly ridiculed by Feng Lan and finally left covering his face, the reporters present all silently took a step back.

"What, you have nothing to ask me today?"

Feng Lan frowned impatiently, looked at the reporter closest to him, and beckoned him with his finger, "Come here and ask."

The reporter, a young man, had taken his master to the restroom. He was almost ready to die. Looking at Feng Lan's face, which was as cold as a block of ice, he inexplicably raised the microphone and asked, "Mr. Feng Lan, is the mysterious lady who suddenly appeared at your show really your lover, as rumored?"

Everyone watched as Feng Lan's face, which had been cold and angry, and looked like it could strike someone at any moment, suddenly softened, and she even smiled at the reporter who asked the question.