Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

She’d been played by them, all in it together! And now she was carrying a huge blame on her back again!

The key point was... this time, she’d actually fought to take that blame on herself.

At the beginning, she really did have her own little calculations.

She could be a salted fish, she could not care how much status and Fortune she could get from Tang Song.

But she was, after all, a normal woman—and a mature woman of thirty—so she would inevitably think about her future child.

She didn’t want her child to be stuck in some marginalized, awkward position in the future’s complicated family system.

Tang Jin was not just a company or a fund.

It was a family office in the truest sense, a joint one.

To get in, to become a member of the core decision-making level, was the best protection she could fight for on behalf of her child.

But looking at it now, this road was far more dangerous than she had imagined.

At one-thirty in the afternoon, lunch was drawing to an end.

As they were about to part.

Ouyang Xianyue suddenly took her hand, her voice soft as she said, ”Wen Ruan, there’s one more thing. I hope you can help me with a small favor.”

Hearing this, Wen Ruan’s eyelids twitched instinctively, alarm bells clanging in her heart. ”Miss Ouyang... go ahead.”

Ouyang seemed to see through her thoughts and shook her head with an amused look. ”Don’t be so nervous, it really is just a small favor. My grandfather’s health has been getting worse these past two years, he might... so I want to ask Tang Song to go to Rong City with me at the end of the month to see him.”

”Ah... don’t worry, I’ll talk to Tang Song, and also send my regards to the old gentleman for me.”

”Mm, byebye.”

”Byebye.”

She watched Wen Ruan’s figure disappear into the elevator.

After pausing for a moment, Ouyang Xianyue finally turned around, something unreadable flickering in her gaze.

The secretary hurried up. ”Director Ouyang, Miss Su Yu has arrived, she’s waiting for you.”

Ouyang Xianyue gave a slight nod, and instead of going back upstairs to the company, she returned to the restaurant.

With the secretary accompanying her, she headed to a private room in the innermost part.

She pushed the door open and entered.

Inside, the main light was off, leaving only a few ambient spotlights.

A cool, slender figure was seated alone in a round-backed chair by the window, her back to the door, quietly staring out the window, lost in thought.

She was wearing a simple white dress with no patterns at all, and her long, ink-black hair fell loosely down her back, the ends dyed a faint silver-gray.

Her figure was sensually alluring, carrying a kind of indescribable Charm.

She just sat there so quietly, like a statue carved from frost and snow, her beauty almost unreal.

”Wen Ruan has already left. Getting her to step up voluntarily is not an easy thing.”

Ouyang Xianyue’s voice sounded, breaking the silence.

Su Yu’s shoulders moved slightly as she slowly turned around. ”That’s normal. Thank you, Sister Ouyang.”

”No need to thank me.” Ouyang Xianyue sat down opposite her, gracefully poured herself a cup of tea, and spoke in a tone as calm as if she were commenting on the weather. ”I’m not doing this just for you. A healthy committee with internal checks and balances is what truly suits Tang Jin’s long-term development.”

Su Yu leaned back in her chair, not pursuing the topic further.

Ouyang Xianyue picked up her teacup and gently blew on the steam. ”You’ve decided?”

”Mm, I’ve decided.” Su Yu lifted her head. ”Tonight, I’ll officially go meet Liu Qingning and get to know her.”

Ouyang Xianyue looked at her, fingertips slowly stroking the warm porcelain of the cup. ”Once you meet, you can start by talking about the ’Xuanji Light Realm’ project cooperation. As for matters involving Tang Song, there’s no need to lay everything on the table.”

”Mm, I know where the line is.” Su Yu let out a tiny breath.

But in her mind, she was replaying the video Mo Xiangwan had sent her of Tian Jing’s birthday party—that familiar yet unfamiliar Tang Song.

And his meeting with Jin Meixiao next month.

A vague sense of urgency was tightening around her nerves.

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly spoke again:

”It’s Liu Qingning’s birthday the day after tomorrow. She’s flying back to Quan City tomorrow. Looks like she wants to spend it back home with Tang Song.”

She paused, lifted her teacup, her gaze falling into the gently rippling tea before adding the final sentence: ”Tang Song will definitely indulge her willfulness and go back with her. After all, she’s the only heroine in his entire youth.”

Ouyang Xianyue gave her a look, her voice still calm. ”You’re getting jealous again. That’s not good.”

Su Yu said nothing, just raised her cup and drained the slightly cooled tea in one go.

Jealous? Of course.

Who wouldn’t be jealous of her?