Song Tang parked her car in the ground-level parking lot and looked up at the building in front of her.
Sunlight reflected off the glass curtain walls, making the entire structure gleam brilliantly.
She counted it, the building had twenty floors, all belonging to the Song family.
In a city like Beijing where land was extremely valuable, this building alone was worth at least one billion.
Song Tang felt a bit puzzled.
With assets like a one-billion-yuan property, how had the Song family ended up reduced to living in a slum?
The original novel only mentioned that the Song family went bankrupt and Song Zhenkun’s business failed, but it never detailed how it happened or how quickly it collapsed.
Now, seeing this building in person, she finally realized just how miserable the Song family’s downfall had been.
From this building to a slum.
What kind of process did that even involve?
Song Tang pushed open the car door and stepped out.
No matter what had happened, she had to prevent it in advance.
Entering the first-floor lobby, she was greeted by a spacious, bright hall. The marble floor reflected faint shadows of people, and a large company logo hung on the wall behind the reception desk.
Song Tang walked straight toward the elevator area.
Then she was stopped by the security gate.
She had almost forgotten that access required an employee ID card.
The elevators inside also required a badge to operate.
Outsiders had to go through reception.
Although she was not an outsider, she had completely forgotten about the ID card.
Even the original owner had no idea where she had thrown it, and she certainly didn’t know either.
Song Tang turned around and walked to the front desk.
A young woman in professional attire sat there. When she saw someone approaching, she gave a polite smile.
“Hello, how may I help you?”
“Could you help me swipe in? I need to go upstairs,” Song Tang said.
“Which floor are you going to?” the receptionist asked.
“Nineteenth floor.” The receptionist’s smile paused slightly.
She looked up at the woman in front of her.
A young woman dressed casually, no makeup, but very beautiful.
An unfamiliar face.
The nineteenth and twentieth floors were executive and senior management areas. Ordinary people were not allowed there.
The receptionist quickly resumed her professional smile and asked politely, “Do you have an appointment?”
Song Tang paused. “I need an appointment?”
“Yes,” the receptionist nodded, her smile unchanged.
“The nineteenth floor is a restricted area. Without an appointment, you need to contact a relevant colleague to come down and escort you.”
Song Tang tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing her full face.
“This is my family’s company. I still need an appointment?”
The receptionist’s expression became slightly confused. “May I ask who you are?”
Song Tang sighed. “My name is Song Tang. Song Zhenkun is my father.”
“Do you need me to show you my ID card?”
It turned out the receptionist had asked for an appointment simply because she didn’t recognize her at all.
As expected, the receptionist’s eyes slowly widened as she stared at Song Tang for a long moment.
President Song’s daughter?
That legendary Song Tang?
Faint memories surfaced in her mind.
President Song’s daughter had only been to the company twice. Each time she wore heavy makeup and exaggerated outfits, completely different from the person in front of her.
But looking closely now, the features did resemble her.
The receptionist’s expression changed instantly.
She stood up abruptly, her voice even trembling slightly.
“Song, Song Vice President, I’m so sorry. I was blind and didn’t recognize you!”
This was bad.
Rumor said Song Tang had a bad temper. Now she had offended this young lady.
Her job might be gone.
Song Tang looked at her nervous expression and waved her hand.
“It’s fine.”
“You were just doing your job.”
She pointed at the gate. “Could you swipe me in? I forgot my card today.”
The receptionist quickly picked up her own access card and ran over.
“Of course, Song Vice President. Please!”
She swiped the card at the gate and stepped aside.
Song Tang nodded at her and walked in.
The receptionist followed, escorting her to the elevator and swiping her to the nineteenth floor.
“Song Vice President, please.”
“You’re too polite,” Song Tang said with a smile.
The receptionist watched as she entered the elevator until the doors closed, finally letting out a breath of relief.
At the same time, she felt a little confused.
This Miss Song didn’t seem anything like the rumors.
She seemed easy to talk to, not bad-tempered at all.
Most importantly, that smile just now had been incredibly beautiful, with a refreshing, gentle warmth.
The elevator stopped at the nineteenth floor and the doors slowly opened.
Song Tang stepped out.
Ahead was a corridor covered in dark gray carpet, with several modern paintings hanging on the walls.
Based on the original owner’s limited memory, she turned right and walked toward Song Zhenkun’s office.
After turning a corner, she immediately saw Song Zhenkun coming out of his office, followed by a young assistant in professional attire.
Song Zhenkun was looking down at a document while giving instructions.
“Have a legal review of that contract again this afternoon. I still think there’s something wrong with one clause…”
“Understood, President Song.”
“Dad.”
Song Zhenkun looked up when he heard the voice.
The moment he saw her, his face lit up with joy.
“Tangtang. You really came.”
Song Tang walked over and stopped in front of him.
“Of course I came. Didn’t we agree I’d come to the company today?”
“Good, very good,” Song Zhenkun said happily.
Although he didn’t force her to work, he was naturally pleased that she had come on her own.
“Tangtang, wait in my office. Dad’s going to a meeting.”
A meeting?
This was a perfect opportunity to learn about the company.
“I’ll go too,” Song Tang said.
Song Zhenkun paused. “You?”
“Yes.” She nodded. “I want to listen and learn from everyone.”
A flash of surprise appeared in Song Zhenkun’s eyes.
His daughter used to hate meetings the most.
Last year, he forced her to attend one, and she spent the entire time on her phone before leaving immediately afterward.
After that, he stopped asking her to attend at all.
Today really felt like the sun rising in the west.
“Alright,” Song Zhenkun said, his smile deepening. “Come along.”
“Okay, thanks Dad.”
The meeting room door opened and Song Zhenkun walked in, with Song Tang following behind him.
The long conference table was already filled with people. Seven or eight executives were speaking in low voices. When they saw him enter, they all looked up.
“President Song.”
Then their gazes shifted to the person behind him.
A young woman.
No makeup, casually dressed, probably only in her early twenties.
They exchanged glances. Has President Song hired a new female assistant?
Song Zhenkun took his seat at the head of the table and gestured beside him.
“Add a chair.”
An assistant immediately placed a chair next to him.
Song Tang walked over and sat down.
The executives exchanged another glance.
Sitting next to President Song?
That treatment didn’t look like an ordinary assistant.
Until Song Zhenkun spoke.
“This is my daughter, Song Tang.”
“She’s here to take a look at the company and sit in on the meeting.”
Everyone froze. President Song’s daughter?
That legendary Song Tang?
Their gazes returned to her again, as if seeing her for the first time.
She looked completely different from before, no wonder they hadn’t recognized her at all.