[{"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-560":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},1705797,2178,"Chapter 559: Bus, Hotpot, and Fengzi","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-560",560,"\u003Cp>The Ducati V4S slowly came to a stop, its engine’s roar still echoing in their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu, who had been clinging to Tang Song’s back, snapped out of her daze like waking from a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hastily let go of his waist and nimbly swung off the bike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her flexibility was excellent—she had a background in dance—making her movements pleasing to the eye, light and graceful like a cat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song took off his helmet and glanced at the flustered Qiuqiu standing there awkwardly, smiling as he asked, “So? Not bad, right? My skills?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“V-very professional,” Qiuqiu answered, her gaze drifting far off, ears tinged red. “Much better than mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wanna try it out? You’re pretty good yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Tang Song’s gaze unintentionally swept over the tight lines of her pencil pants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to admit—this designer friend of his had a killer figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His very first impression of her was that image of Qiuqiu riding a motorbike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu hesitated, her eyes darting. “After you get it registered—anyway, there’ll be chances later. I, um… I need to use the restroom.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she lowered her head, clutching her crossbody bag tightly, and all but bolted from the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the signs, she entered the women’s restroom and locked herself in a stall with a click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breathing grew rapid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her ears, it was as if his voice still echoed—“Hold on tight. Sit steady.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warmth of his back, the lines of his muscles, the lingering heat of his hand—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it tangled together into a powerful, indescribable rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She patted her chest and quickly sat down on the toilet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down, spotting faint traces on her clothes, she bit her lip hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the seventh time—and this time, the reaction had been much stronger than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For her, sensations like that rarely happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking back to the overwhelming wave that had flowed from her waist to her chest to her heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively pressed her thighs together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overwhelmed with shame, she couldn’t lift her head, but deep down, a subtle delight bloomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it proved her condition was indeed improving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She cleaned up slowly and exited the stall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the sink, she cupped warm water in her hands and splashed it on her face, trying to cool her burning skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes later, when she returned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song had already taken off his riding gear. Because of the helmet, his hair was a bit tousled, giving him a laid-back, unbothered look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the male lead in a high-end fashion campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met. Tang Song smiled faintly, and Qiuqiu quickly looked away, stepping up in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Registering and transferring ownership will take half a day, and it's almost noon now. Let’s get some lunch? Any cravings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was Saturday, some DMV offices still operated—just with longer wait times. Even with Hengda’s internal connections, it would still take five to six hours to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu answered softly, “Whatever you feel like. I’m fine with anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, come on. I’ll take you somewhere good.” Tang Song chuckled and didn’t say more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu softly replied, “Mm,” and the two of them walked out side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song pulled out his phone to check the route and suddenly laughed. “There’s a direct bus. And it’s almost here. Want to take the bus?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu blinked, then nodded. “Sure.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus arrived quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a weekend afternoon, and the bus was fairly crowded—no empty seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu quickly scanned two ride codes and stood with Tang Song in the middle of the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She held the strap with one hand, the other on her bag strap, eyes unconsciously drifting to the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze blew in through the small cracks, lifting her orange-brown strands and brushing them against Tang Song’s nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a faint scent of neroli and the sweet freshness of shampoo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to steer the conversation, Qiuqiu took the initiative to talk about the packaging design ideas for HEYISTUDIO—and once she started, she went on and on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song listened quietly, nodding and smiling from time to time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the bus entered the city center, more and more people got on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song looked at the crowd, then subtly shifted to stand behind Qiuqiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms rested on the handles on either side of her, creating a small bubble of space just for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were only a few centimeters apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by his presence, Qiuqiu’s body tensed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blush crept from her ears down her neck. Her words started to get tangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, a powerful sense of security warmed her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Tang Song’s angle, looking down, he could see the fine hairs on the back of her neck, her butterfly-shaped shoulder blades rising and falling with each breath, and the tension in her slim waist from nervousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delicate, supple—like a finely tuned bow drawn to its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus started again, its motion causing a light sway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bump, bounce; bump again, bounce again...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu’s face reddened even more, and she murmured, “S-sorry, the bus is kind of bumpy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No worries.” Tang Song lowered his head and chuckled softly, “If you can’t balance, just lean on me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he freed one hand and gently placed it on her lower abdomen—a natural and intimate gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to years of yoga, her waist was incredibly supple. Under his palm now, it felt like warm silk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smooth, soft, addictive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song couldn’t help but apply a little pressure, letting her lean back against his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of her full curves, they didn’t completely press together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu opened her mouth, but no words came. She just lowered her head, letting her heart pound wildly in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus moved with rhythm—stop, go, sway, sway—like a subtle melody drawing them closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, a seat opened up ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither of them moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The autumn sunlight poured through the windows, falling on their shoulders—warm and lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the reflection on the glass, Qiuqiu caught a glimpse of their close, leaning figures—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a real couple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, gentle voice spoke near her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu snapped back to her senses and quickly followed Tang Song off the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They strolled along the pedestrian street for a bit before Tang Song suddenly stopped. “We’re here. Looks familiar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu looked up—and saw the familiar sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Chuanjiang Beef Tripe Hotpot]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d been here before—with Tang Song, Li Junyi, and the others during their motorcycle trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, before parting ways, this was where they’d eaten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, she’d sometimes sneak back alone to satisfy her cravings—it was one of her favorite, most authentic spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song glanced at her expression and said, half-smiling, “Last time we ate here, you said you’d treat me next time. Been quite a while, huh? Still haven’t paid up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! I’m so sorry!” Qiuqiu blurted out, flustered. “Th-then this time it’s on me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d actually kept that promise in mind, planning to fulfill it on their next ride out together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after she discovered Tang Song’s relationship with Gao Mengting, she’d started to distance herself, and that promise had been shelved ever since.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song smiled and raised his brows. “Alright then, I’m going all in today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if you eat too much, it’s bad for your body...” Qiuqiu blurted, then quickly added, “I-I don’t mean to be stingy! You can order anything you want!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song couldn’t help but laugh out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Qiuqiu looked at him, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. You’re just… really cute.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu’s mouth opened slightly, her entire demeanor becoming shy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cute??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did he just call me cute?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since her mental health started declining, no one had used that word to describe her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on. Time to keep that promise.” Tang Song smiled, tapped her shoulder, then naturally took her hand and led her inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t peak dining hour yet, so the restaurant wasn’t too crowded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They picked a window seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tender beef tripe, freshly sliced beef, silky duck blood...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything dipped and swirled in the bubbling red broth, filling the air with savory aroma and steam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu sat across from him, her cheeks tinted pink from the heat of the hotpot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her head and focused seriously on dipping and cooking the food—as if performing a sacred ritual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one’s best after seven seconds—perfect texture.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try this beef—it’s super tender.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She barely served herself, always picking out the perfectly cooked pieces and placing them in Tang Song’s plate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried about the heat, she also ordered him a refreshing herbal tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song watched her quietly, his gaze tender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Images of her from the dream realm surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cautious girl with timid eyes, always hiding in the corner, waiting for affirmation, waiting for a hug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled and started cooking for her in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Qiuqiu was a bit shy about it. But soon, she was eating heartily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they ate, their conversation flowed casually—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From trending posts on Xiaohongshu to Su Yu’s new movie release;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From HEYISTUDIO’s latest style changes to long-term brand positioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From design to daily life, from hotpot to work—the topics flowed effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, Qiuqiu completely relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smiles came more often, her eyes sparkled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above her, the [Dreamseed Blossom] shimmered softly, wrapping her in a gentle glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right, Qiuqiu, are you busy this afternoon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nope, I finished all my work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Great. The weather’s nice today. After lunch, let’s take a stroll around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah… okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few seconds, it was as if Qiuqiu suddenly remembered something. She lowered her head and unlocked her phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screen lit up, showing a quiet WeChat message lying there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Junfeng-ge: “Forget it about the bike. Don’t worry about it, go do your thing.”]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qiuqiu’s lashes trembled. She pressed her lips together and hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she looked up at Tang Song sitting across from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lowering her eyes again, she tapped a short reply on the screen: “Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, she put her phone away and didn’t look at the chat again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew she was being cold—maybe even a bit cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t want Tang Song to misunderstand her. Not even the slightest bit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of congested traffic,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Audi A6L crept along, speeding up, slowing down, stopping and going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new message popped up on the screen mounted to the dashboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Qiuqiu: “Okay.”]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the half-hearted response, Gao Junfeng’s face immediately darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F**k! Gd dmn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Freakin’ love-brain! Tch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d made plans with him. They had years of friendship. He’d helped her with so much—school, life, everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He always thought—even if they weren’t a couple—they were at least the closest of friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now? She saw he was angry and didn’t even bother giving a proper explanation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For someone she barely even knew, she just left him hanging?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely ignoring him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight-up love-brain behavior.Updates are released by novèlfire.net\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of the mocking look and smile on Tang Song’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng gripped the steering wheel tightly, fury roiling in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, the car ahead suddenly slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng was distracted. When he looked up, the brake lights were already right in his face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sh*t—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed the brakes hard. The car jolted violently and barely stopped in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped a few rough breaths, heart racing. Then he slammed his palm on the wheel in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F**k! Can you even drive?!” he snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honk honk—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blaring of horns continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black SUV in front suddenly flung its door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three burly men got out—shaved heads, tattoos, gold chains, insulated mugs in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes? Murderous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh sh*t—” Gao Junfeng’s face went pale. He quickly stopped honking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frantically, he reversed a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang bang bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The window was knocked hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng saw the three men right up against the glass and shivered. He rolled the window down a third of the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced a stiff, apologetic smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in front with the gold chain tapped his thermos against Gao Junfeng’s face. “You dumb f**k. Honk again, I dare you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold sweat broke out on Gao Junfeng’s forehead. He quickly grabbed a pack of Huazi cigarettes from the center console and offered them up. “Sorry, sorry, bro. My hand cramped, that's all…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing him so pathetic, the three men exchanged a look, said nothing, and returned to their car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Gao Junfeng breathe a huge sigh of relief. He slumped in his seat, back soaked in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song, Cheng Qiuqiu, and now these street thugs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This whole f**king day had been nothing but one humiliation after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Audi A6L turned off the main road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng randomly picked a restaurant, ordered a set meal, and sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riiing— His phone buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Ding Furong, a college classmate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng hesitated, then picked up. His tone was indifferent. “Hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Feng-ge!” Ding Furong’s voice was nervous and polite. “You free right now? Is it okay to talk?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng took a sip of cola and replied coolly, “Go ahead. What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s about what I mentioned before.” Ding Furong laughed awkwardly. “Man, job-hunting’s brutal these days. I’ve been out of work for over three months now. You’re killing it at Zhongcheng—could you hook your old buddy up with a job? I’ll take anything, really.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing that, Gao Junfeng’s eyes gleamed with calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew Ding Furong all too well—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d been undergrad classmates, both majored in business management. Average ability, sweet talker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No long-term vision. Jumped between jobs constantly. His resume was full of fluff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But right now… he might be the “useful piece” Gao needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already made up his mind to get rid of Zhang Lei from the sales department. Targeting a freshly hired employee directly could raise suspicions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he “replaced” someone? That would look natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, as Assistant VP now, he had enough sway in HR that no one would question it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as he handled it discreetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t afraid of just anyone—he was afraid of someone like Fang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Tang Song, whether he liked it or not, did have ties to You Jing and You Chengye. Better to tread carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plan clicked together in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corners of his lips curled into a smile, and his voice softened. “Alright, we’re old classmates. I got you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ay, awesome! Feng-ge, you’re the real MVP!” Ding Furong said excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng chuckled, then added meaningfully, “But you know how it is. Zhongcheng’s no cakewalk. It’s all one seat per role. To get you in, I gotta pull some strings—and that comes with favors owed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having been around the block, Ding Furong immediately caught the hint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He replied quickly, “Got it, totally understood! Just name your price, Feng-ge. I’ll scrape together whatever I can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then. Wait for my call.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Gao Junfeng smiled smugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Lei would be the first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song, you’re next. Let’s take our time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ate his set meal and idly scrolled through his phone, his mood began to improve—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until a group message notification popped up and his expression instantly froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was from a private WeChat group started by several young employees in the president’s office. They used it to order food and gossip. The vibe was always lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Shan Tingting: “Did you guys hear? Apparently Director Tian is pursuing Supervisor Qin.”]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Wu Tao: “Seriously? Weren’t they never really on good terms?”]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Shan Tingting: “@Wu Tao, are you dumb or just playing dumb? Supervisor Qin’s dad is about to become a board member.”]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Junfeng stared at the screen. Even his chopsticks froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like someone had shoved his heart into a bucket of ice—it sank, and his breath grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “Director Tian” Shan Tingting mentioned could only mean Tian Guowen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Chengye’s nephew. Tian Jing’s cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A top-tier Cambridge graduate. Barely over thirty and already a group VP, rising from a front-line finance role. One of Zhongcheng’s strongest candidates for future leadership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did he have a powerful background and an impressive résumé—he also had real capability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Supervisor Qin… was Qin Hua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was his target. His key to climbing the ladder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now someone was telling him that his “female boss” might already be in Tian Guowen’s sights?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His whole body went cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, gossip at that level might not be reliable—but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tian Guowen and Qin Hua—one was true core management, the other a board member’s daughter and future power figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since they weren’t even in a direct reporting relationship, they could collaborate, link up—pure synergy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they really got together—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he, Gao Junfeng, wouldn’t even have a seat at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fengzi clenched his fists, body shaking with rage, on the verge of cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His greatest rival had just leveled up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Tang Song… to Tian Guowen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because compared to Qin Hua—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Qiuqiu wasn’t worth sh*t.\u003C\u002Fp>",2847,"2026-06-06T14:42:03.808Z",1,"novelbin.me","ed2460c440dad62c3564cb8020484cd1341bf7fff8dc493bd741c711564302c4","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-561","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-559",874,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmaxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-cover.jpg"]