Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Chapter 1467: Chapter 527: Shen Yuyan’s Identity Badge_4

Tang Song said casually, ”Eavesdropping on others’ privacy is not a good habit, Miss Anne.”

”Of course not.” Anne shrugged, ”But maybe I’ll tell Jin about it.”

”You can try, Miss Anne.”

”Oh~ can you not call me that?”

Tang Song reached out to take back his cola.

However, Anne intentionally blocked it, her tongue gently licking the rim of the cup, her movements slow yet filled with provocation.

After that, she handed over the cola, now with her saliva on it.

Tang Song didn’t mind the saliva of the foreign woman, after all, they had kissed many times, but her demeanor was clearly ”chastising” him.

He patted her butt and straightforwardly said, ”Tomorrow night, at the Shanghai International Conference Center, there’s an event for the financial sector, the people from Meditation Capital will also be there, bring them and follow me.”

Hearing this, Anne raised her brows, her smile deepening, ”Oh? You want me to help? This isn’t free work, darling.”

”What are the terms?”

Anne leaned against the railing, her eyes curving into crescent shapes, her slender fingers sliding down her thigh, tracing a graceful curve.

”It’s simple, as long as...” She deliberately drew out her words, breathing soft like orchids, ”you lick my leg, and I’ll agree to help you.”

Saying this, she leaned back, extending her well-toned long legs towards Tang Song.

Her legs weren’t exactly slim, the texture of her muscles sculpting slender lines on them.

Healthy, flexible, strong, truly perfect muscle legs.

Tang Song frowned slightly, stood up, looking down at the foreign woman, his gaze gradually turning cold.

”Anne, you seem to be mistaken about something.”

Anne’s blue eyes glinted with a dangerous light, challenging him, ”What? You obviously like my body, why refuse?”

Tang Song stepped forward, wrapping an arm around her waist, the other hand cupping her nape, forcing her to tilt her head up to look at him.

His movements were forceful and irresistible, with a hint of oppression.

In the night, the foreign woman’s skin glowed with a delicate sheen, like a perfect piece of art.

Her exquisite face was tinged with a blush due to slight struggle, incredibly charming.

”I am informing you, not asking for your help. You should know I’m merely your Master, as well as your Boss.”

The entire Meditation Capital was his, and unlocking Anne amounted to unlocking access to some of Meditation Capital’s permissions.

As long as he did not directly enhance his charm score through Anne, or let her help complete tasks, everything was feasible.

Actually, once his charm value hit 80, the resources inherited through roles were far more important than mere assets.

For example, if he could unlock Su Yu, it would mean gaining control over Tangzong Entertainment and a large batch of its subsidiary industries.

Gazes met and shifted back and forth in the dimness.

The air was filled with a formless tension, as if even breathing became slow and heavy.

After more than a minute, the atmosphere suddenly turned ambiguous.

Anne bit her lip, deliberately using a lazy yet subtly provocative tone, ”Alright, if this is work, I won’t refuse you.”

After speaking, she pushed against Tang Song, signaling for him to release her.

What she wanted was the excitement and thrill of challenging Tang Song, not to show her tenderness or compliance.

Nevertheless, Tang Song showed no intention of letting go.

Anne seemed to sense the possessiveness and restrained urge in his eyes, her blue eyes sparkling with dangerous and mischievous light.

”I must remind you, darling, Lady Anne is quite sought after, you know. For instance, recently, a young man from the Mellon family has been pursuing me madly—flowers, yacht parties, he even gifted a private jet.”

Hearing her words, Tang Song murmured, ”Mellon...”

It was a very familiar surname.

”That’s right, that Mellon.” Anne slightly tilted her head, her gaze directly meeting Tang Song’s, with a hint of pride in her tone, ”The young man’s grandfather’s great-grandfather is Andrew William Mellon, one of the family heirs.”

Tang Song felt a slight emotional stir, information about this family surfacing in his mind.

The Mellon family is one of the top ten financial conglomerates in the United States, super wealthy, even larger and more complex than the Rockefeller, Ford, and DuPont families.

They own the world’s largest custodian bank and securities company, managing custody assets exceeding 44 trillion US dollars, with tremendous global influence.

In his memory, there was indeed information about dealings with their family, mostly carried out through Secretary Jin, Anne, and others.

Anne lifted her chin, a victorious smile gracing her lips, ”So, Song, maybe someday I’ll fall into someone else’s embrace, hmm? After all, time waits for no one.”

Tang Song looked back at the foreign woman, unable to deny, her words had angered him.

Releasing her nape, his fingertips slid across her collarbone, finally stopping at her chin, gently lifting her face, forcing her to meet his eyes directly.

”So, what’s his name?”

”Maurice Mellon.” Anne widened her eyes, deliberately adding, ”Moe also has beautiful abs, his physique is no worse than yours.”

Tang Song’s hand landed on the basketball, the sound crisp and clear.

Anne let out a low cry, trying to kick him, but was once again firmly restrained, ”You—”

Tang Song took a deep breath, leaned closer to her ear, his warm breath wafting across her cheek, ”It seems you really like my abs, right? Anne.”

”Of course.” Anne smirked, ”I must admit, your physique is indeed... outstanding.”

Tang Song pinched her mouth, ”Well then, it’s your turn to perform now.”

His voice low and laden with a hint of suggestion.

”Oh?” Anne raised an eyebrow with a smile, a tease in her tone, ”What do you want me to do? Kiss your abs? Haha~ Song, you’re really amusing.”

She reached out, lightly caressing his waist, her movements bold and confident, trying to reclaim the initiative.

However, Tang Song caught her wrist, slowly guiding her hand downward.

”Not just abs.”

Anne’s eyes widened instantly, her breath hitching, ”You’re crossing a line, Song!”

Tang Song gazed at her, eyes heated and fierce, ”Do as I say!”

”No way!” Anne whispered defiantly.

”How about I send the photos taken yesterday to others, like Moe, is that okay?”

”Fuck! You’re playing with fire!”

The quiet villa terrace.

A friction, a scuffle erupted between the two, movements intense yet restrained, both testing the boundaries of the other.

After more than ten minutes, everything returned to calm.

”Fine, but I’ll get even.”

Tang Song sat on the living room sofa, a gold-embossed copy of ”Das Kapital” in his hands.

Anne, panting slightly, sat on the Persian carpet, attentively listening to his explanation.