[{"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-761":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},1706072,2178,"Chapter 760: Broadway, Entering a Dream","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-761",761,"\u003Cp>Eastern Time, December 19.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>30 Hudson Yards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire conference center was tense and operating with high-efficiency combat readiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If yesterday’s meeting had been a grand strategic exposition, then today’s resolution session was a jaw-dropping lightning strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Jin had fully returned to her usual razor-sharp form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She delivered high-density output the whole way through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They rested for less than an hour at noon, and after a quick business meal the meeting immediately resumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the meeting chair, Director Jin gave no one the chance to dilly-dally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her laser pointer swept across the holographic projection, rapidly laying out one grand and precise five-year strategic plan after another, and tossing out resource restructuring schemes for each major subsidiary and branch with blinding speed and decisive tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the most important decision—the North American AI industry investment involving hundreds of billions of dollars in capital—was passed without dispute, swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shareholder representatives present could hardly find any foothold for rebuttal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few representatives raised objections or questions, but she answered them with a few concise, pain-point-puncturing sentences, even carrying a “do we really need to ask this?” pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the rule of The GoldenSmile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before absolute logic and performance, any dissent looked pale and powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since there are no further questions, that concludes today’s agenda.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin stood, her long figure particularly poised and icy under the projector’s beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She closed her file and swept her gaze across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dismiss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two short words, spoken with gravity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clock on the wall had just struck 2:30 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire day’s agenda had finished a full four hours early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slight stir ran through the room, the released exhale after taut nerves relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone rose and respectfully inclined their heads toward the podium before filing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared to waste words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this was Ms. Smile’s normal method of operation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it hadn’t been to accommodate subsidiary reports, with her style these meetings could end in half a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vast conference hall emptied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the last shareholder representative left,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only the core circle remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin turned, but she did not look at Tang Song first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced sideways, her gaze coolly sweeping over Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan standing nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally she instructed Sarah: “Sarah, take Shirley and Luna downstairs to prepare materials for a closed-door debrief in one hour. I’ve opened the core database permissions, have them familiarize themselves with the process.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was steady and non-negotiable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Sarah responded immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Muxue and Shen Yuyan exchanged a look, afraid to ask questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By a woman’s sixth sense, they vaguely felt Director Jin was clearing the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ended the meeting early and sent everyone away in order to monopolize Tang Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the heavy doors slowly closed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>only the two of them remained in the vast space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song looked at Secretary Jin, his pupils shifting slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the moment she woke up today she had been different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had been coordinating with assistants early in the morning, even ate without a break, operating with decisive, meticulous efficiency all the way through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That subtle, omnipresent control made her emit an intoxicating charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze slipped down without control, landing on her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today she wore neat straight-cut slacks, the hems hanging cleanly, and she wasn’t wearing stockings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There hadn’t been time during the short business lunch to massage her legs back at the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regrettable, certainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment Secretary Jin suddenly turned and caught Tang Song looking at her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A half-smile tugged at her mouth, teasing in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song awkwardly withdrew his gaze;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>luckily with the costume effect active, he still kept his gentlemanly composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“President Tang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin broke the silence, her voice businesslike and cool yet carrying a intimacy only he could hear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t seem to have properly toured Smile Holdings’ North American headquarters yet? This was officially opened in 2020.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Tang Song nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin closed her file, lifted her chin slightly, and offered an invitation: “As an important shareholder representative, I think you should understand the situation here. May I have the honor of being your guide?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song smiled: “Of course, it’s my honor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They left the conference hall side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smile Holdings didn’t occupy only this floor;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it took up four whole premium floors of the skyscraper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The total office area exceeded ten thousand square meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the huge open-plan office gathered nearly a thousand elite talents from around the globe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The full-height glass curtain wall turned the Hudson River and Manhattan skyline into a natural backdrop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, employees paused—whether phone-barking traders racing against time or legal teams discussing M&\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A—when they saw the pair walking together. They instinctively stopped, lowered their heads respectfully and greeted: “Director Jin, Mr. Tang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin seemed to enjoy patrolling alongside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She deliberately slowed her pace, keeping half a step’s distance, occasionally turning to introduce department functions and achievements with concise, forceful language.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone radiated a strong confidence and sense of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes, however, showed a liveliness that only appeared in front of Tang Song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the tour, when they returned to the executive lounge on the 86th floor,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>half an hour had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song stopped and looked at Secretary Jin: “Director Jin, your efficiency is still astonishing today. It’s only a little after three—do you have plans for the afternoon?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt certain her unusual behavior meant she had other intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin leaned against the bar by the window, arms folded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afternoon sunlight gilded the side of her face, softening even the disciplined strands of hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Tang Song raised an eyebrow and leaned in, smelling the cold, high-end perfume she wore, lowering his voice: “I wonder if I’m included in those plans?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin did not answer directly. She turned and picked up her handbag: “Let’s go, Mr. Tang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the underground parking garage, Liu Jiayi was already waiting by the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the pair, she bowed respectfully: “President Tang, Director Jin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song opened the rear door in gentlemanly fashion: “Director Jin, please get in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin smiled and sat in the back seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song sat opposite her from the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang, bang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doors closed one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black armored sedan started smoothly, leaving Hudson Yards and merging into the busy Manhattan traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the divider rose between front and rear and the one-way privacy film took effect, the back seat instantly became a private moving space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song glanced at Secretary Jin beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still wore the deep-gray high-end suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her collar was neat, her posture dignified, giving off an untouchable, ascetic aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are we going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll know when we arrive,” Secretary Jin said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then took a shopping bag from beside her, opened it, and pulled out two casual outfits—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a soft wool sweater and a structured outercoat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed the clothes directly on Tang Song’s lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could you hold these for me, President Tang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After saying so, she raised her hand and began to undo the buttons of her suit jacket, much to Tang Song’s astonishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song: “emm...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(0_0)!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is she going to change in the car?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this appropriate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin paid no mind to his stare. Her movements were graceful and natural as she took off her suit jacket, revealing the silk blouse underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then her hand reached for the collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As each button came undone, the once-tight, disciplined silk blouse gradually peeled away, slipping down over her rounded shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light filtered through the one-way glass grew dim and intimate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that half-light, broad swathes of porcelain-like skin hinted at a luminous glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The edge of black lace lingerie traced out full, perky curves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her breath, the rise and fall sent dizzying ripples through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her movements were not rushed;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she carried a composed slowness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each lift of her arm showed a smooth, elegant line, and over her slim waist, the tight shadow of abdominal muscles under the lace hinted at a wild beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the cramped, enclosed, moving space,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>this near, almost within-reach visual impact was more intense and lethal than any intentional seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s breathing grew rapid;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the air seemed saturated with ignited hormones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To maintain his public persona, he instinctively looked away toward the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the corner of his eye remained honest and magnetically drawn to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin turned her head, slipped on the soft wool sweater leisurely, and glanced at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her calm, rational eyes a ripple of light flickered: “President Tang, if you want to look, you can look openly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the sweater settled, the teasing vision was covered again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her mischievous provocation, Tang Song turned and looked at her, his gaze deep and sincere:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Jin, you are truly captivating. I think no man can resist your charm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Tang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin smiled faintly, adjusted a stray lock of hair with a casual hand, her eyes full of warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>15:40\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SoHo, Manhattan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black Maybach eased to a stop on a cobblestone street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they stepped out of the car,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the icy, rational Director Jin was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her place stood a fashionable woman in a beige cashmere sweater, a dark casual coat, a black face mask, with only bright eyes showing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked relaxed and yet mysteriously high-end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She matched Tang Song unexpectedly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>December wind bit the New York street, but SoHo’s cast-iron architecture and eclectic fashion storefronts gave the area heat and artistic energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no coppery smell of Wall Street, no tourist clamor of Times Square.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only red brick facades, avant-garde galleries, boutique shops, and stylish New Yorkers filled the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They blended into the bustling crowds side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin didn’t cling like a young girl;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>instead she casually looped her arm through Tang Song’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved like an ordinary middle-class couple, wandering aimlessly between Prince and Spring Streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They paused at an ACNE Studios display to comment on designs and fumbled with odd art objects in the MoMA Design Store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blew, and the smile on Secretary Jin’s face rarely faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over an hour later,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when they walked out of a designer streetwear shop, their vibe shifted again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin had changed into a puffy, shiny short down jacket, straight-leg jeans, and white sneakers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her long hair was tied up and hidden under a deep-blue NY cap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Youthful, energetic, and a touch dashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song had also adopted a coordinated outfit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked like a ridiculously attractive study-abroad couple walking the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they passed a trendy bakery called Dominique Ansel Bakery,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin stopped, her eyes lighting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song understood and queued to buy a freshly made cronut and two cups of steaming Valrhona hot chocolate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood against a red brick wall at the corner, sheltered from the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin pulled down her mask and bit into the crispy, flaky pastry, frosting dusting the corner of her mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sipped hot chocolate and looked at Tang Song, whose fog-effect had faded and whose features were vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She squinted with satisfaction and exhaled a plume of white air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her mind flashed a memory from years ago of her standing in a corner spying on Tang Song and Liu Qingning on a date.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then she felt confused, puzzled, and even a little amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was the feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brief time together after leaving Times Square last night had already given her a taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, she had deliberately reserved so much time, even compressing meeting schedules, and it had not disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt even more delightful than she had imagined a thousand times and even more satisfying than her first big profit in the securities market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She loved the feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, it was the most wonderful thing in the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>18:00\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night had fully fallen, streetlights painting the city a warm, amber glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to the warm Maybach with chilled bodies and full hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song looked at Secretary Jin’s cheeks flushed from the cold and reached to take off her cap, tidying the tousled hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tired?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Secretary Jin nodded. Though physically weary and leaning into the seat, she looked unusually relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So where to next? Somewhere for dinner, or back to the hotel to rest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin chuckled quietly and took an envelope from the rear storage compartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She placed it gently on the table in front of Tang Song, tapping it with long fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After all those sweets, dinner can wait. But this can’t be late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song opened the envelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside were two VIP box tickets for Broadway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Show: Chicago\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Venue: Ambassador Theatre\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time: 19:00\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin glanced at him: “I heard the female lead Roxie will do whatever it takes for fame and uses every trick to court attention. I thought we should go and criticize it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled lightly, raising her tone: “Right, Mr. Tang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song nodded without expression: “I’ve long been curious about Broadway theater—I do want to see it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin dropped the risky topic and looked at the passing night outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Maybach glided forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a crisp system notification sounded in Tang Song’s ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding! Congratulations, player, special task Warm Guy’s Intensive Training completed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You gained reward: Durability +30.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Raincoat felt *Chubby?*’s pain and *Lele?*’s persistence. Although you, the warm guy, were absent from the live guidance and participation was insufficient, you remotely arranged cold-faced stern sister? Xiao Qi? and scheming pervert? Xiao Jing? to conduct additional supervision and mixed double-punishment. The effect was outstanding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Raincoat is very satisfied and grants an extra reward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You received additional rewards: Stamina +1, Durability +10.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Durability: 40\u002F40)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d almost forgotten. Calculating time, it was Wednesday morning in Yancheng now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A week had passed since Lele began Professor Jiang’s “devil training.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he’d been abroad these days busy with manor acceptance and the shareholders’ meeting, he hadn’t paid close attention and could only occasionally urge things on WeChat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, Liu Jiayi and Xiao Jing’s intervention had inadvertently hit Little Raincoat’s pleasure point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, days without Little Raincoat were hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already become dependent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone vibrated, the screen lighting up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lele: scale.jpg]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lele: “Brother! Task complete! Professor Jiang’s special training is finished! Just weighed in, successfully lost 3.8 kg! Professor Jiang’s weight is now under 60 kg, she looks completely renewed!”]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s mouth quirked. He replied quickly: “Good job, Lele. Great work. I’ll give you a reward when I return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lele: [picture]]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lele: “Here’s a photo of Professor Jiang now—doesn’t she look much thinner?”]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song opened the full image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the photo, Jiang Yourong wore a tight sports tank and yoga pants, seemingly just having finished morning exercise, sweat still clinging to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Losing nearly eight jin was noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her previously rounded chin had sharpened, a clear jawline defining a delicate profile, collarbones pronounced, projecting a healthy beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most crucially,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>although her weight dropped, her chest had not reduced under the tight clothes;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>because her waist was slimmer, her curves appeared even more dramatic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song glanced a few times, exited the picture viewer, replied a couple more sentences, and quickly put his phone away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin was beside him, after all—Professor Jiang had been arranged by her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t let her know about this perverse weight-loss task;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>otherwise his persona would collapse and he’d become as much a pervert as Little Raincoat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, the surrounding bustle grew louder and neon lights became denser and brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the thick soundproof car windows, one could almost feel the wave of heat and vitality surging in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Broadway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the throbbing heart of New York at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car stopped steadily in front of the Ambassador Theatre on 44th Street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The huge golden sign shimmered in the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin pulled down her deep-blue cap brim, hiding most of her face and exposing only a refined jawline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She then stepped out gracefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold yet lively air swept in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced back at him, hands in her down jacket pockets, and walked toward the theater doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horns, chatter, and street saxophone blended into a chaotic, intoxicating urban symphony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against that noisy backdrop her silhouette became the single focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her puffy white short down jacket glowed softly under neon, making her upper body look round and cute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet as she walked, the perfect heart-shaped curve of her hips appeared and disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident, relaxed, and sexy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked like a modern woman who had just left the office to enjoy nightlife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As VIPs they avoided the main crowd at the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guided by a red-uniformed usher, they took a carpeted side passage and entered the century-old Ambassador Theatre directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urban symphony vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its place came the theater’s hush and solemnity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The usher led them to a VIP private box on the second floor with the best view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a semi-enclosed space with a few large vintage velvet armchairs projecting above the audience and facing the center of the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It guaranteed an excellent sightline while providing privacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin unzipped and handed her down coat to the usher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underneath she wore a fitted black turtleneck that hugged her upper curves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat down elegantly, crossing her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the heavy coat came off, the mature woman’s charm immediately diffused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song sat beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their chairs were very close, arms almost brushing sleeves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen, the show will begin shortly. Enjoy the performance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The usher bowed slightly and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lights dimmed across the theater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once-noisy audience fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spotlight ignited on stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A lazy, highly seductive drumbeat began—All That Jazz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dancers in black fishnet stockings and skintight outfits writhed to the rhythm, limbs entwined, exuding raw, primal seduction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin watched the stage intently;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the stage lights reflected in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s gaze, however, kept drifting to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness amplified the senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could smell her faint cool perfume, see the graceful silhouette of her profile in the dim light, and watch her fingers lightly tapping to the music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this what you brought me to criticize?” Tang Song leaned close and whispered, his warm breath against her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin didn’t turn, only angled her face, eyes still fixed on the stage, a faint curve at her mouth: “What? Mr. Tang, don’t you like this style?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s hand quietly slipped over and forced itself into her interlaced fingers, squeezing tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I like watching you more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin turned and looked at him deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the weak reflected light her eyes shone bright, a trace of challenge and a touch of expectation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song said nothing further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned forward and under the cover of roaring jazz kissed her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On stage the jazz roared like fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the private box it was their own world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kiss wasn’t hurried, but it brimmed with possessiveness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long moment their lips slowly parted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song did not pull away. His lips traveled down her smooth jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm breath fanned on the most sensitive skin of her neck, raising tiny goosebumps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin’s body trembled slightly, making a soft sound that dissolved into the blaring brass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She did not resist;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>in the dark she slightly tilted her head back, exposing a fragile, beautiful neck line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips and teeth traced and teased the slender neck and delicate collarbones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An indescribable satisfaction filled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin gripped the velvet armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the tumble of brown hair, her exquisite profile flushed a soft red, though dim lighting kept it subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>21:30, the performance ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they stepped out of the theater and back into the Maybach’s private cabin, Secretary Jin had regained her usual cold composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earlier teasing and flirtation seemed to have been tucked away with the musical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Home?” Tang Song asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Secretary Jin leaned back, eyes half-closed, voice languid: “We have meetings tomorrow;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>we should rest early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song nodded and said nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to The T.J. Suite at the Plaza Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside, Secretary Jin kicked off her white sneakers without concern for image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her feet in white sports socks sank into the dark Persian carpet, looking completely at ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She removed her cap and let dense brown curls cascade like a waterfall, hiding half her profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“President Tang, I’m exhausted. I’ll sleep in the master bedroom upstairs first, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem.” Tang Song nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That room was essentially her bedroom;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the walk-in closet mostly contained her clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then. Good night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Secretary Jin didn’t linger and turned to go up the spiral staircase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song watched her retreating figure disappear around the turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he noticed her steps were a little hurried, as if she were rushing to do something important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He returned to the spare bedroom downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking off his clothes and a quick shower, he changed into comfortable pajamas and lay in the large bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scenes from the day played in his mind like a film.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SoHo cronut, the in-car outfit change, the tightness across denim in the private box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled and felt wide awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his physique and various attribute boosts, plus the male-god halo effect, his energy far exceeded an ordinary person’s;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a short, deep sleep restored him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song opened the system interface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He habitually scanned personal attributes and the mission center,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then focused on Character Center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze was immediately drawn to a single gilded card in the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the only UR-level card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mentally clicked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Character Details]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Secretary Jin (UR)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Sage Time...Satisfied]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Location: The Plaza Hotel.map]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Special Skill: Dream Link (Passive, currently unavailable)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Height: 170 cm, Weight: 52 kg, Age: 28]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Base Attributes: Unknown]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Skills: Unknown, Growth: 100\u002F100]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Overall Rating: 100]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Character Evaluation: Possesses top-tier intelligence, stunning beauty, and perfect execution...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Permissions: Player has obtained Dream Link, WeChat, phone and other communication permissions;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>may communicate freely, but actions must not affect character charm rating (character interaction mission in progress...)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hint: Continue to raise charm rating, complete character interaction tasks in the real world to unlock more permissions]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song skimmed it, then his eyes snagged on the second line as if he’d discovered something explosive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brain buzzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Sage Time...Satisfied]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song bolted upright in bed, incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Secretary Jin... you, you’re this kind of person?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reflexively looked toward the ceiling as if his eyes could pierce floorboards and peek into the master bedroom upstairs to witness passionate scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait! She specifically said she’d sleep in the master bedroom upstairs—could it be because I used to sleep there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the—?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s mouth went dry and a heat rose from his belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This extreme contrast triggered a psychological thrill beyond words!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stared at that line and filled in the scene in his head,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the status bar on the interface flickered and changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Status: Sage Time ->\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light Sleep Entering Dream...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Special Skill: Dream Link (Passive, now activated)]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the Dream Link button light up, Tang Song’s breathing quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never used this skill in the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the skill awakened, he and Secretary Jin had reunited and were sleeping next to each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had avoided using it before, fearing persona collapse in dreams and damaging their real-life relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time his entry had been excessive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of Secretary Jin’s suggestive status had sped his heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long exhale, he lay back down and closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a slight mental motion, he clicked Dream Link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sense of weightlessness washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song felt his consciousness lift and float above his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding real world dissolved;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>darkness retreated like a tide, replaced by soft, nebulous light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light reshaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt solid ground beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in a corridor carpeted in heavy wool, familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead stood a solemn black double wooden door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling something in his heart, Tang Song pushed the door open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was an expansive office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window fog swirled, obscuring the view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly in front of him stood an exaggeratedly large desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind it sat a sensual silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore gold-rimmed glasses and her long hair was impeccably pinned up, revealing a long, graceful swan-like neck with an ascetic rigor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore the standard Director Jin ensemble—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a chiffon blouse, a pencil skirt, stockings, high heels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Song’s gaze involuntarily dropped under the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of long, straight, perfect legs were elegantly crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black ultra-sheer stockings, like a thin haze, clung to the flawless lines of her legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stockings were so sheer that under the bright light the delicate reddish skin tone beneath was faintly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of the crossed sitting posture, the tight skirt was slightly pulled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hem dug into the thigh, carving out a full, rounded, taut curve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That tension—merging workplace asceticism with private sensuality—sent a surge of hormones straight to Tang Song’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>",4186,"2026-06-06T14:42:34.862Z",1,"novelbin.me","f8cec7b6188c061a66f75fb684c0dc33bfbf03e986131f4cbddf18c321012458","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-762","maxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-chapter-760",874,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmaxing-out-charisma-inheriting-game-assets-cover.jpg"]