[{"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-540":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},1705777,2178,"Chapter 539: Zhang Yan’s Photo, Little Umbrella’s New Task","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-540",540,"\u003Cp>October 10, 2023, Tuesday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modu, Hongqiao Airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After smoothly completing the boarding procedures, Shen Yuyan sat in the window seat and glanced at the time on her wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[9:50]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still 20 minutes until the flight took off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the sky above Modu outside the window, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She recalled the moment when she had just arrived in Modu—ambitious, nervous, fearful…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, her heart was filled with boundless ambition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This game with Gongying Technology and Wang Yubo was undoubtedly the biggest challenge of her life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Tang Song hadn’t appeared, if he hadn’t reached out a helping hand,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then what awaited her would not have just been the collapse of her career.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would’ve been a life entangled in debt, legal disputes, and utter hopelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuyan closed her eyes. If she had really just been a pure grassroots entrepreneur,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>would she have bowed her head to Wang Yubo in the face of capital’s crushing force?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer didn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She just wanted to pierce the enemy’s heart with a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, she would start withdrawing from Youjie Housekeeping—of course, only after ensuring the company didn’t completely collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the company still had so many employees, and the platform had so many full-time and part-time domestic workers. As General Manager, she had responsibilities and obligations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Youjie Housekeeping might be facing a cash flow crisis because of the second round of investment funds,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but that was because they had been continuously expanding their branches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as they cut their losses in time, shrink operations, and retreat to the surrounding areas of Yancheng,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they could still maintain normal operations and remain profitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the so-called “betting agreement,” it wasn’t something that could be executed in the short term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Gongying Technology went all out, it would still take at least three to four months to meet the conditions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past, she might not have been able to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was Tang Song’s Special Assistant, a mid-to-senior manager at Rongliu Capital, backed by a private equity firm managing billions in assets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take the “betting agreement” for instance—she could totally leverage the top law firms to buy Youjie Housekeeping more time for a legal tug-of-war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And during that time, she would fully immerse herself in Tang Song’s circle, meet his partners, get familiar with his business landscape,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and become an indispensable part of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then! The resources and connections she’d hold would be unimaginable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gongying Technology? She’d crush them outright!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the thought, Shen Yuyan’s chest rose and fell violently, her face flushed, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit indecent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She bit her rosy lips, picked up her phone, tapped the screen, and left a message for Tang Song:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tang Song, your Lamborghini has already been shipped to Yancheng. I just boarded the plane. See you in Yancheng (#playful).”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the message was sent, there was no reply for quite a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuyan felt slightly helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since they parted ways the night before last, Tang Song’s attitude had suddenly turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replied to messages very slowly, said he was busy when asked out for meals, and didn’t say a word about her leaving Modu—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t sure if it was intentional, perhaps some subtle form of “PUA.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if that were true, she’d rather believe it was Tang Song showing he cared and trying to take control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never minded bowing her head to a strong man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dear passengers, welcome aboard this flight from Modu to Yancheng…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle reminder came through the broadcast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Yuyan put her phone away and fastened her seatbelt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a powerful thrust came from behind as the plane slowly ascended, and her view rose with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the porthole, Modu’s skyline shrank into the distance. The skyscrapers became miniature like pieces on a chessboard, eventually disappearing into the heavy clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the plane broke through the cloud cover, dazzling sunlight poured in. Golden clouds rolled beneath like an endless ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, the blazing sun hung in the sky, illuminating the cabin with brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down at the magnificent scene, Shen Yuyan’s heart surged with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she thought of Anne Kate—that powerful, elegant, commanding American top-tier heiress, tycoon, and socialite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the most commanding woman Shen Yuyan had ever seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze burned bright, growing more determined by the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One day, I’ll stand at that height and look down on everything too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne Kate—that was her goal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suhewan Overseas Chinese Town\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the open-concept kitchen on the first floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Song… I think I’ve learned my lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne’s voice had lost its usual haughty and lazy tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song opened the fridge and pulled out a soda, chugging it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne’s chest rose and fell sharply, every breath trying to calm her inner panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze involuntarily fell on Tang Song’s bare abs—those eight sharply defined muscles looked like they were carved, gleaming with a healthy sheen under the morning light,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even with fine beads of sweat slowly trickling down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song stood before her, looking down at her from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really suck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne visibly stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was scorching and full of dominance—it sent a shiver through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne bit her lip. “Fine, fine… you win. You always win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just… let me off this time. I need rest. Really.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you want, go find Mo. I’m sure she wouldn’t turn you down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But you can’t go to Su. You need to know, if you really do that, Mira will go crazy with jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, you should pacify her first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cornered foreign chick started diverting Tang Song’s attention to other women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had just come to the kitchen for some fruit and ended up getting caught—god knows how loud she screamed at the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her words, Tang Rong’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But on the surface, he maintained his strong, cold facade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d used two [Recovery Potions] over the past two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Anne’s branch task still wasn’t completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, this “American top-tier Alpha” was still stubborn at heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A personality formed over a lifetime wasn’t so easily overturned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It gave him a real headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really let me down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song couldn’t help but pat her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t treat me like this! Song, I thought you were a gentleman!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne glared fiercely at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turned away, trying to preserve a bit of dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, she was on the verge of breaking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her like that, Tang Song couldn’t help but smirk. He leaned in and kissed her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne let out a soft hum, then obediently wrapped her arms around his neck,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>relishing Tang Song’s first moment of tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the quiet first floor of the villa, only soft noises could be heard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, Tang Song stood up and headed for the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m leaving Modu today. We probably won’t see each other for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne, I hope you take some time to remember the past two days we spent together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching his departing back, with the scratch marks she had left on his back,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anne licked her dry lips and slowly stood up, both hands on the kitchen island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden hair clung messily to her forehead, a few damp strands trailing down her cheeks,Google seaʀᴄh N0velFire.ɴet\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>framing her sweat-drenched, flushed face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scene after scene flashed before her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man… was almost unbeatable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sapphire eyes shimmered with complex emotions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a mix of unwillingness, fear, and awe, tinged with a subtle excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two days had been way too “surreal” for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, it was honestly a kind of “humiliation,” even a blow to her identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it hadn’t been Tang Song, if it weren’t for Mira’s warning,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she probably would’ve done something drastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3:00 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A speeding high-speed train.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the luxurious business-class carriage, a faint fragrance lingered in the air, and the lighting was soft and warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song leaned back in a dark red leather seat, posture upright yet relaxed, his square-framed glasses adding a touch of elegance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his hands was a thick copy of Being and Time, his gaze focused, occasionally frowning in thought or smiling faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To him, reading during travel was a rare enjoyment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to planes, high-speed business class was undoubtedly more suitable for immersive study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was quiet and comfortable, letting him escape the outside noise and truly settle into reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tick, tock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A uniformed attendant approached him and said softly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me, sir. This train is expected to arrive at Yancheng Station at 18:57. We have about one hour left. Would you like to have your meal now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song looked up and nodded politely. “Sure, thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After casually choosing a set meal, he closed his book and placed it on the fold-out table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stretched comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, the sky was painted with a brilliant orange-red hue. Clouds floated like wisps of silk, and the distant mountains were cloaked in golden twilight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After admiring the scenery for a while, the meal he had ordered arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song enjoyed the food as he picked up his phone and unlocked the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the messages in the QQ group popped into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the internal chat group of Songmei Fashion, the employees were actively discussing their latest livestream performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since He Yiyi and Bei Yuwei appeared together on screen for the second time, the livestream room had hit another peak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they were well-prepared and managed to catch this wave of traffic steadily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sales performance had been soaring daily over the past few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After browsing through the messages with a smile and replying to a few, Tang Song’s mind stirred slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He switched to his alternate account “April,” and sure enough, aside from the unread fan group messages from 【Qingqing Eats Too Much】, there were also unread messages from Zhang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two of them this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song tapped open the chat window, and a long message from four days ago appeared on the screen—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>last Friday night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to be used to messaging this account around this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Zhang Yan: “Tonight, Lulu and I finally had the hot pot we’d been craving, though it was in my rental apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I’m typing this message to you, I can still smell the rich tomato broth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was the last day of the holiday. I’m glad I didn’t have to work overtime—I got a lot of meaningful things done:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asked Li Chao to help replace the temperamental hallway light (no more fear of tripping);\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Lulu’s strong persuasion, I took Hanfu portraits (my favorite is the Tang-Song style, I even wore a wig to make it look better, photo attached—this was my first time trying this look, finally fulfilled a little wish);\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finished reading a book about Song Dynasty customs, my favorite part was the description of Bianjing’s night market: ‘Bright as day, silhouettes bustling’ (suddenly felt like Yang City’s nights might be just as lively);\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juzi has gotten a bit rounder, and when it sprawls across my legs, it’s a heavy little ball. It’s got a great appetite now, needs a full bowl of cat food every meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, I have a job now, so feeding it isn’t a problem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded me of the second half of our ninth-grade year—back then you used to bring walnut milk to school every day. Because of you, I gained eight pounds in three months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I think it must be very happy now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Autumn in Yang City isn’t as noticeable as up north, but you can still feel a slight chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be colder where you are? Keep warm.”】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Zhang Yan: portrait.jpg】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song read Zhang Yan’s message carefully, then opened the photo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the picture, she was wearing an elegant Tang-style embroidered skirt, standing in front of a circular moon gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hair was gently tousled by the breeze, her flowing skirt cascading like water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a lady from an ancient painting leaning against a railing, gazing into the distance, she radiated serene timelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s gaze wavered slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers unconsciously brushed the screen, as if trying to touch the figure standing in the twilight of Yang City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those suddenly reawakened memory fragments of 2017, 2018, her silhouette would occasionally appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, this was the first time in six years he had seen Zhang Yan’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to how she looked in his memories, she seemed more mature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But of course, still as quiet as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hot pot aroma, the replaced hallway light, the Hanfu shoot, the book on Song-era customs...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These little life details gave him a vivid sense of her presence, of a real and vibrant life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also made him realize with startling clarity—this middle school friend of his was living somewhere in Yang City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, his gaze returned to words like “ninth grade,” “milk,” and other keywords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floodgates of memory opened, and long-forgotten moments rushed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, with the high school entrance exam approaching, his mom used to stuff a bag of walnut milk into his backpack every day to “nourish his brain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t like sweet drinks, so he always secretly gave the milk to his deskmate, who only ate a single bun for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always refused at first, then quietly blushed and whispered, “Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song was flooded with emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, is the meal not to your liking? Would you like me to bring you something else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant’s gentle voice snapped him back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All right, just call me if you need anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song exhaled lightly, put away his phone, and picked up his chopsticks again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, the sky was gradually darkening. Lights flickered on in the distant villages, glowing faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The train was slowly pulling into Yancheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a call came through from his driver, Liu Jiayi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first thing Tang Song did after returning to Yancheng wasn’t to go cuddle Snowball,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but to head straight for Yanjing Tiancheng, take a shower, and change into fresh clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice—when he left the Overseas Chinese Town at noon, the foreign chick had been too enthusiastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her perfume clung to him like vines, impossible to shake off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song might be a scumbag, but he still knew how to be considerate of his girlfriend’s feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They hadn’t seen each other for half a month—he missed his “wings,” too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the ever-flirty Wen Ruan. That seductress was too much—she needed to be taught a lesson!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, he had taken a [Recovery Potion] earlier that morning before messing with Anne,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>so his body was still in peak condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about the three remaining “miracle drugs,” Tang Song felt a bit of a headache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More girlfriends meant more people to take care of, and his stock was running low!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everything was settled,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song drove the Bentley Continental GT toward Shengyuan Scenic Residence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, he made a stop at a flower shop and carefully picked out a bouquet of red tulips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the Bentley reached the underground garage of the villa, it was almost 9 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To better manage his time and avoid a war zone,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song hadn’t told anyone his exact return time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, tonight was a surprise attack on Big Sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about Wen Ruan’s reaction when she saw him, Tang Song couldn’t help but chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fingerprint unlock, slippers on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The living room glowed with warm ambient lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song tiptoed up the stairs to the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door to the master bedroom was ajar, with faint sounds of a drama coming from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed the door open and walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the bedroom, the projector screen hung down, casting a period drama across the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan was sitting on the sofa in the lounge area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plump thighs, round peach-shaped hips, a slender waist, and full, perky breasts...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tight gym clothes outlined her alluring curves perfectly—utterly captivating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though she had the same hourglass figure and loved working out like the foreign chick,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her vibe was completely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan’s figure leaned more toward “voluptuous sensuality,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a mature, seductive kind of sexiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, Anne’s body was more “Western-style”—larger frame, tighter muscles, and more of a “fit-and-toned” sexy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the biggest difference was their aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the aggressive, icy-hot vibe of the foreign chick,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big Sister was a classic Eastern mature woman—gentle and refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bzzzzz—” a loud vibration rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Tang Song notice she was holding a massage gun, working it over her thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d probably just finished a workout, her face was flushed, making her look even more bewitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression turned a bit strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d only teased each other on WeChat before—he didn’t expect Big Sister to be this wild.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could say was: truly worthy of the title “Grand Mage”!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song placed the tulips by the door, then crept closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drama’s volume, combined with the buzzing of the massage gun,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>meant Wen Ruan hadn’t noticed him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ragdoll cat Snowball by her feet lifted its head and stared at him with sapphire eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowball didn’t puff up or hiss—instead, it looked gentle and curious. Clearly, it was a very friendly and affectionate little cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like Zhang Yan’s Juzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massage gun slowly traveled upward,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan shifted her hips and leaned back against the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meow~” Snowball let out a soft call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snowball, don’t fuss, Mommy’s a little busy right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan’s voice was lazy and indulgent,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her toes tapping the ragdoll’s belly as she kept her gaze focused on the massage gun’s path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Myaa~~ myaa~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Big Sister fully absorbed like this, Tang Song’s lips curled into a mischievous grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, silently crept up, then suddenly wrapped his arms around her from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fresh from her workout, Wen Ruan radiated warmth and fragrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught off guard, she let out a sharp scream: “Ahhh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, catching his scent and seeing that familiar hand, Wen Ruan immediately realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow! Tang Song! You little b*stard, scared the hell out of me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she slapped his arm hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, wasn’t Big Sis just waiting for my message this whole time? Now that I’m here in person, this is how you welcome me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan’s cheeks turned slightly red, her smile sweet: “Who cares about you? You’ve been missing for half a month and didn’t even bother to reach out. I thought the foreign chick had drained you dry!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the words, her body told the truth—she leaned into his arms, her voice tinged with uncontrollable delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why’d you suddenly come back? And without saying a word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I came to see you first thing in Yancheng—wanted to give you a surprise.” Tang Song buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply: “Mm… still smells like you, Sis.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph, at least you’ve got a bit of conscience left.” Wen Ruan gave a soft snort, her tone laced with a hint of playful complaint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they teased each other, Tang Song’s gaze landed on the massage gun on her thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan froze!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face flushed, and she slapped his arm again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey hey hey! I just finished working out, I’m massaging my muscles! Don’t mess around!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My hands are steadier—let me do it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Screw you! Aiyo! Let go of me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meow~” Little Snowball let out a spoiled mew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the ragdoll cat Su Yu gave you? What a cutie. Come here, Snowball, let Daddy give you a hug.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their conversation was interspersed with buzzing sounds and Snowball’s meows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bedroom instantly came alive with noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a good while, the massage gun ran out of battery, and Tang Song stopped helping his girlfriend with her muscle massage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan lazily leaned against him, her gaze drifting to the period drama on the projection screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she started talking about this afternoon’s work meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the help of Tangyi Precision, the Yanbei Printing Factory had officially completed its equipment upgrade and digital transformation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were currently providing comprehensive technical training for staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire factory was thriving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Wen Ruan excitedly chatted about the changes in her family—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the furniture and appliances at home had all been upgraded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father had been promoted to Deputy General Manager of the printing factory and was planning to buy a new car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother had her eye on Wen Ruan’s retired pink Lynk & Co 06 and was working hard to get her license.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her grandma’s health had significantly improved under the care of a professional medical team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, night deepened. Inside, the lights glowed softly, and the air was filled with sweetness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowball seemed to sense its owner’s good mood, jumped onto the sofa, curled up between the two, and let out a satisfied purr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song reached out to stroke its soft fur, then naturally wrapped his arm around Wen Ruan’s slender but strong waist, savoring the warmth and peace of the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a while,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan gently slipped out of his embrace, stretched lazily, and said in a languid, flirtatious tone: “Alright, I’m gonna go shower. You stay here and play with Snowball for a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before she could take a step, she lost control of her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song scooped her up by the waist and kissed her lips with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go together. I’ll scrub your back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan pursed her lips, a sly glint flashing in her eyes, and pinched his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She teased deliberately: “By the way, little bro, how many times do you still owe me? 9, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s face froze instantly, his throat bobbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to change the subject: “Uh… I can’t remember… I just got back from Modu. Let’s focus on more important things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan let out a sultry laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard from President Mo you visited Su Yu on set in Modu, right? And apparently even filmed some intimate scenes with her, so…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song looked at Big Sister with a strange expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Ruan pressed her fair fingers to the corner of his lips,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaned close to his ear, and whispered with fragrant breath, “You know what to do now, right? Sis doesn’t want anything else—just wants to…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she laughed so hard her whole body trembled like a flower in the breeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She radiated an indescribable seductive allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s mouth twitched, choosing not to comment on Big Sister’s twisted sense of humor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the bathroom was shrouded in steamy mist, the mirror gradually fogging up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowball waited loyally outside the door, tail swishing, letting out crisp “meow~” sounds from time to time,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>curious about what was going on inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>10:30 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two crisp system alerts suddenly rang in Tang Song’s ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding! Special item 【Magic Umbrella】 durability has dropped to 0.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding! You’ve triggered the special mission 【A Gentleman’s Self-Cultivation】. Please go to the 【Mission Center】 to view.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song paused slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t expect the item’s durability to hit bottom again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wonder what kind of mission the little umbrella issued this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song leaned back against the bed’s headboard and opened the system interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entered the【Mission Center】and checked the special mission details.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mission Objective: The little umbrella feels mentally and physically drained and wants more love. Please complete the following two challenges within 5 days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Challenge ①: Receive a beautiful woman’s genuine first kiss voluntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Challenge ②: Go on a simultaneous date with your 3 goofy girlfriends (Xiaoxue, Xiaojing, Xiaoqing), have them wear matching outfits and arrange a “coincidental encounter” with you. Spend at least 3 hours together, leaving a deep impression on each other.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mission Reward: Durability +40】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Note: The little umbrella (≥V≤) is laughing hysterically!】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading the mission description, Tang Song’s eyelid twitched violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knew it! This little umbrella is a damn troublemaker!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>F***ing perv!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first challenge requiring a “first kiss” meant all previous kisses didn’t count—he’d have to find someone new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the second challenge... deeply offensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, he was a scumbag, but he still cared about his girlfriends’ feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of manmade death match was just inhumane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, what do you mean “goofy girlfriends”?! You better explain yourself, Little Umbrella!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaoxue, Xiaojing, and Qingqing are all totally adorable, okay?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… thinking about it more carefully…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine, they are kind of goofy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Empress Muxue, and two anime girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put them together, and the style would be nothing short of... surreal.\u003C\u002Fp>",4111,"2026-06-06T14:42:00.353Z",1,"novelbin.me","7d5b3e5dfcfac6f00de2e7dadd45b129b72cebed8ef64b5b209bca2ab835b370","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-541","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-539",874,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmaxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-cover.jpg"]