[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets":3,"chapter-maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-482":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1705669,2178,"Chapter 481: Him in 2016","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-482",482,"\u003Cp>1:00 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yunxi Tower, Songmei Fashion, Finance Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Youguang sat at his desk, focused and busy, surrounded by scattered documents and receipts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High-speed train ticket confirmations, hotel prepayment invoices, chartered bus agreements, insurance purchase lists…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the first company retreat since the founding of Songmei Fashion, and leadership was taking it very seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first batch of participants included 45 employees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But each person was allowed to bring one family member. The company would cover accommodations, meals, and other related expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Employees only needed to pitch in a few hundred yuan to cover transportation and insurance to join.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All in all, counting family members, that made 64 people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, for today’s Songmei Fashion, that was manageable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the company’s cost accountant, Sun Youguang knew the financials best—last month’s net profit hit 2.2 million yuan, largely thanks to the top streamer He Yiyi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his perspective, the company didn’t really need this many people to maintain operations—40 to 50 staff would’ve been enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Departments like planning, operations, and supply chain were somewhat bloated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the newly formed Brand Department had yet to produce any results. The 【HEYI STUDIO】 brand was still in its infancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he had full faith in the leadership. After all this time, President Tang had never been wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He firmly believed Songmei Fashion would have another explosive breakthrough—just like during the “Bei Yuwei Incident.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After carefully checking all the numbers and organizing the documents into folders to ensure no errors,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Youguang finally let out a long breath of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz buzz— His phone screen lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new message popped up in the company’s retreat WeChat group:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[HR - Zhang Ying]: \"Hi everyone! Those joining the retreat can leave work early at 2 PM. Please remember to submit your out-of-office request in OA, and check in at the train station by 16:50. Also, team shirts have been prepared in the event area—come grab yours!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Youguang saved his files and got up to head out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The event area was already filled with coworkers, grouped in threes and fives, all buzzing with excitement about the trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Laid out on the table were crisp new team T-shirts—white with the Songmei Fashion logo printed across the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard we’re booked at the Shangri-La with ocean-view rooms! I’m waking up early to catch the sunrise!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m most looking forward to the seafood feast—apparently Wushan’s seafood is peak deliciousness this time of year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“President Tang! You’re here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“President Tang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm greetings echoed through the area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Youguang quickly turned and saw Tang Song approaching. He smiled brightly and called out, “President Tang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, his shoulder was patted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song asked casually, “Youguang, your girlfriend’s joining the retreat too, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, she is!” Sun Youguang nodded enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had been together for years but never had the chance to travel to the beach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that they both had stable jobs and even hoped to buy a home in Yan City, they were finally able to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This trip meant a lot to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, colleagues from HR and Admin began checking names and handing out the team shirts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song grabbed his size and headed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped out of the event area, a glint of golden light flashed in the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu was standing quietly in the far corner, lips tightly pressed, face emotionless. Above her head hovered a clear prompt:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Cultivating… 72%..】 (Not Yet Sprouted)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Progress was faster than he expected—likely to sprout during the Wushan trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if sensing something, Cheng Qiuqiu looked up toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met for a brief moment before she quickly looked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song raised an eyebrow and turned back toward the President’s Office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a quick tidy-up, he grabbed his briefcase and headed downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once seated in the back of the Rolls-Royce, he asked casually, “Xiao Qi, did you pack everything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Jiayi replied, “It’s in the trunk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Come upstairs with me for a bit. We’ll head to the train station together afterward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay, President Tang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the car pulled into the underground parking of Yanjing Tiancheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Jiayi retrieved a black carry-on from the trunk and followed Tang Song upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her first time entering this spacious high-rise apartment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but her face showed no emotion—she simply followed behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she stepped into the master bedroom, Tang Song twitched slightly at the corner of his eye. “You can rest for a bit. I’m just packing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright.” Liu Jiayi strode over to the lounge area and sat down on the single-seater by the balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Posture straight. Eyes sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song didn’t think much of it and walked into the walk-in closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He freshened up in the bathroom, then removed his suit jacket,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>changed into casual pants and the team retreat shirt, and layered a loose shirt over it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at his sunny, relaxed reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile crept across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you’re going on vacation, you should look like it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This seaside trip was also a rare moment of relaxation for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He double-checked his change of clothes, razor, charger, and other items, then packed them into the suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, he moved to the corner, opened the safe, and carefully took out [Tang Song’s Glasses].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These precious system items were always stored with extra caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then his gaze fell to the very bottom of the safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out a delicate photo frame from the lowest shelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a picture he’d found in the safe the first time he entered this apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Tang Song hadn’t yet regained full memories from 2016,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so the photo hadn’t triggered any recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, after cross-referencing it in his mind, he instantly realized—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>June 10, 2016, the day after the college entrance exam—the first time he met Secretary Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat by the window in a café, dressed in a white silk blouse and black skirt, her hair in a ponytail, holding a copy of The Interpretation of Dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the image, Tang Song’s expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his memory, he hadn’t taken out a phone or camera that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must have been the system’s doing—preserving a classic moment between the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the photo for a while, eyes reflecting a gentle glimmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he suddenly stood up and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Liu Jiayi still sitting quietly, he sat across from her with a calm expression. “Want something to drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he casually placed the photo frame on the coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No thanks.” Liu Jiayi’s gaze flicked across the frame, her pupils trembling slightly as a subtle, uncontrollable emotion surfaced on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s eyes glimmered faintly, and he began chatting with Liu Jiayi about her hometown in Liaoning Province and their upcoming destination, Wushan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing her gaze constantly drifting to the photo, Tang Song finally got the confirmation he was looking for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already had his suspicions—it just hadn’t been confirmed until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the looks of it, Liu Jiayi was very likely someone connected to Secretary Jin. She had definitely seen him before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two chatted for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Liu Jiayi suddenly stood up, her voice low and soft. “President Tang, let me help you tidy up the room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song raised an eyebrow. After a moment of silence, he nodded. “Alright. Thanks for the help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s my duty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Liu Jiayi began tidying up the bed, the desk, and the lounge area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her movements were swift and efficient—every detail was handled with meticulous care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, under Tang Song’s watchful eye, she picked up the photo from the coffee table and carefully placed it on the nightstand, facing directly toward the pillow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s eyes flickered with a trace of doubt at the unusual gesture, but he didn’t say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuxi Residential Complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aiya, Mom, stop nagging—I packed everything. I swear it’s all good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, I’ll get to Wushan at 8:30 tonight, but I’ll be staying at a hotel with coworkers. I’ll drop by to visit you guys when I get a chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?!” Gao Mengting yelped in a low voice, her face flushing red like a cooked shrimp. “What are you saying?! I’m rooming with a girl!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh... You two, seriously—quit jumping to conclusions. I’ve got a handle on this, okay? It’s about time, I’m hanging up now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After ending the call, Gao Mengting rubbed her flushed cheeks and let out a long exhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never told her parents the full story about Tang Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All they knew was that she had a business partner helping her start a venture in Yan City—they had no idea about the real situation between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The main reason was: Gao Mengting herself wasn’t even sure what kind of relationship she had with Tang Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Logically speaking, they’d hugged, kissed, done everything a couple would—so they should count as being in a relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Tang Song had never once brought it up, let alone made any kind of confession.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting wasn’t clueless—she’d read plenty of books about love and human nature. She knew something about it didn’t feel right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she was addicted to the emotional connection they shared. She really enjoyed being with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they didn’t end up together in the end, she wanted to love him with everything she had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a desire buried deep in her soul—no matter how many doubts she had, she was willing to set them aside, at least for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the way he acted sometimes gave her a strong sense of distance, a feeling like he wasn’t entirely real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A gentle, handsome business partner... I do long for your physical love, but I crave your love of the soul even more. But so far... I still haven’t felt it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to see the real you. I hope this retreat to Wushan can break down the barrier between us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting on the bed, Gao Mengting murmured to herself, a troubled look on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knock knock knock— A knock at the door snapped her out of her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Mengting, all packed? It’s about time—we should get going.”Updates are released by novęlfire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Coming!” Gao Mengting took a deep breath, grabbed her suitcase, and opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at the junior standing outside and couldn’t help the flash of envy in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them wore the company-issued team shirts—but the difference between a D cup and a B cup? Yeah, instantly obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing her gaze, Cheng Qiuqiu blushed slightly. “Let’s go, Senior?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, let’s go.” Gao Mengting smiled and looped her arm around hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They took the elevator down, exited the complex, and got into a cab waiting by the curb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, the bustling city streets zipped past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Su Yu’s unmistakable voice began playing from the car radio.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BGM: “As night falls, the neon dims... Your smile, hanging like the moon…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu, sitting in the backseat, smiled softly and began humming along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The song ended quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver gave a thumbs-up from the front. “Miss, you sing beautifully—just like the original. This is a new Su Yu song, right? I’ve been hearing it everywhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu beamed. Her tone was bright as she said, “Yeah, the song’s called ‘Together Through Time’. It was written, composed, and arranged entirely by Su Yu herself…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, she opened up, chatting with the driver about the song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Yu had released a lot of music over the past two years, but most were melancholic—a reflection of her not-so-happy state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when this gentle, timeless love song dropped, it came as a big surprise to fans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the conversation wound down, the car grew quiet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting glanced at the girl beside her, then suddenly said, “Qiuqiu, I realized something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>you don’t just sound like Su Yu when you sing… even your figure and looks are kinda similar.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we’re talking body alone, this junior was easily among the best she knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Shen Yuyan from Yan City University of Technology couldn’t quite compare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>170 cm tall, 58 kg, D cup, with a waist-to-hip ratio around 0.7.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slim waist, full hips, and legs for days—a perfect “manga” figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She really did resemble Su Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Th-thank you for the compliment, Senior…” Cheng Qiuqiu murmured, biting her lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t too fazed when people complimented her looks—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but being told she resembled Su Yu? That was the ultimate praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting chuckled and gave her thigh a light tap. “Who knows, maybe one day, when Songmei Fashion becomes a big brand, we’ll hire Su Yu as a spokesperson—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and you’ll be the one to welcome her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Cheng Qiuqiu’s eyes lit up, her heart starting to race as she pictured the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, she licked her lips and turned to ask, “Senior, do you have a celebrity you admire?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting blinked. “I’m not really into celebrities. But if I had to name an idol, I do have one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?” Cheng Qiuqiu looked at her curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting smiled and answered, word by word: “Jin. Mei. Xiao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu was briefly stunned, then nodded in realization. “Ah, Director Jin—she really is incredible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting sighed with admiration. “Right? She’s probably the idol of many women. A lot of my classmates admire her too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu bumped her arm lightly, speaking with sincere encouragement, “If Songmei Fashion ever goes public, you might actually meet your idol one day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting laughed, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car came to a smooth stop. The driver turned around with a smile. “Ladies, we’ve arrived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect, thanks!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting pulled out her phone to scan and pay, then she and Cheng Qiuqiu retrieved their luggage from the trunk and headed toward the train station entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they met up with the rest of the company employees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was gathered in a noisy, cheerful cluster—chatting, laughing, and taking photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The whole waiting hall was filled with a light, happy energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, two more colleagues checked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a female employee pointed toward the entrance and exclaimed, eyes sparkling, “I see President Tang! Oh my god, he looks so handsome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, everyone turned to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There he was—Tang Song in a casual shirt, tall and poised, walking with confident ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clear eyes radiated youthful energy and vibrant life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked sharp, spirited, and completely in his element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu felt a strange rush in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t help but recall the image of Tang Song cycling through the ancient city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey! The woman behind President Tang is stunning too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow, totally my type!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the chatter, Cheng Qiuqiu couldn’t resist glancing over at the woman behind him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was tall, standing with poised and athletic posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her skin had a healthy sun-kissed tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her bare face had sharp, clean features—an androgynous beauty that was hard to define.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze was sharp and bright, as if it could pierce through someone’s soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a simple women’s suit with no accessories at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sleek black hair was tied into a ponytail with a plain elastic, giving off serious “don’t mess with me” energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a black handbag in one hand and her confident stride, she exuded charisma from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the guys—even a few girls who had just been ogling the boss snapped their heads toward this stunning, cool beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this kind of girl was rare in real life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the two drew closer, the previously lively group chatter gradually died down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone finally realized—President Tang seemed to have arrived with this woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few people began shifting their eyes... toward Gao Mengting in the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though nothing had ever been confirmed publicly, it was pretty obvious to everyone that there was something going on between those two bosses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, President Tang had brought an unfamiliar beauty to the company retreat... This was practically a live-action showdown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu’s heart tightened. A shadow passed through her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting took a deep breath, trying hard to keep her smile calm and steady—but inside, she was a mess of emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had mentally prepared herself for this, even suspected it, but still didn’t expect Tang Song to be so... blatant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of footsteps came to a stop in front of the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Jiayi stood quietly half a step behind Tang Song, her expression composed and cool, completely unfazed by the attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“President Tang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“President Tang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song lifted his hand and waved casually, his gaze sweeping across the group until it landed on the flawlessly made-up Gao Mengting and the girl beside her, Cheng Qiuqiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft smile appeared at the corner of his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just moments ago, he had caught a glimpse of Cheng Qiuqiu’s status bar ticking up by 1%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This girl really is full of dark thoughts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Mengting bit her lip and greeted quietly, “President Tang, you’re here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song nodded, then stepped slightly to the side and smiled as he introduced,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my driver, Liu Jiayi. She’ll be joining us on the retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been a last-minute invite. Since the company had already booked the tickets and rooms, he hadn’t informed HR.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Liu Jiayi had her own booking channels—far more efficient than going through the company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, the crowd froze for a beat, surprise and confusion flashing across their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of gorgeous woman... was a driver?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corner of Gao Mengting’s eye twitched, but her face bloomed with a warm smile as she enthusiastically said,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome, Jiayi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Welcome, pretty lady!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the group snapped back into gear, quickly joining in with cheerful welcomes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and the atmosphere once again turned lively and upbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you,” Liu Jiayi replied with a small nod, keeping her expression neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>5:20 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-speed train slowly departed the station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Jiayi sat slightly behind Tang Song, her gaze fixed due north.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes shimmered with deep longing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Jin should’ve arrived in Yan City by now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As evening fell and the city lights flickered on, the streets shimmered under the glow of neon and streetlamps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like stepping into a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Maybach with a Beijing license plate glided into the underground parking lot of Yanjing Tiancheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click— The car door opened with a soft sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Tiantian swiftly walked to the backseat and respectfully pulled the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of long legs, wrapped in sheer nude stockings, stepped out gracefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heels clicked crisply against the asphalt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a figure of stunning elegance—slim waist, squared shoulders, posture regal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim parking lot, her presence alone seemed to brighten the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tap, tap, tap—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of her heels hitting the ground was like a metronome—steady, rhythmic, each step exuding invisible pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front desk attendant in the lobby instinctively stood up straighter, his eyes trailing behind her until she disappeared at the elevator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The button for floor 20 lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the mirrored elevator, her tall and poised reflection looked back at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin lowered her gaze slightly, slender fingers brushing a strand of brown hair behind her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes were deep and unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding— The elevator doors opened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped into the bright, wide hallway and approached the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching out, her fingers trembled briefly—then quickly steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She grasped the handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click click— The smart lock disengaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brown armored door opened softly, and she stepped into the spacious apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Tiantian quietly closed the door behind her and stayed in the entryway without disturbing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in the center of the living room, Secretary Jin’s gaze swept over the traces of everyday life scattered around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, a faint smile appeared on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She casually straightened the throw pillow on the couch and closed the book left open on the coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she began to wander through the apartment, her steps gradually becoming more relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stopped from time to time, quietly observing, lightly touching objects—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if trying to reconstruct a full picture of him from these small details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pushed open the door to the master bedroom and paused for a moment at the threshold, then walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was tidy and well-organized, but filled with signs of someone’s daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She entered the walk-in closet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers brushed lightly over the neatly hung shirts, finally landing on one that hadn’t been put away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked it up, brought it close to her nose, and closed her eyes for a deep inhale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while, she folded the shirt, along with the suit jacket draped beside it, carefully and precisely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the closet, she walked over to the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She gently smoothed the soft bedding and pillows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her gaze landed on the photo frame on the nightstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her steps paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She picked up the frame, fingertips tracing the glass surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes slowly lost focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one in the world cared about this past more than she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one in the world was more unforgettable than him in 2016.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Song, Tang Song...” she murmured softly.\u003C\u002Fp>",3542,"2026-06-06T14:41:47.872Z",1,"novelbin.me","d7ec9c62c9b7120072311eb00cd445b6dfa6cbf6e908a08872eca337a872b595","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-483","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-481",874,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmaxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-cover.jpg"]