Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Su Yu glanced at the phone on the table, sat up slightly, picked it up, and unlocked the screen.

A private message popped up.

[Yaoling: ”Hello, Su Yu’s April, I’m pleased to inform you that, after voting by the netizens, your suggestion has been adopted by the official. Please add my WeChat *****.”]

”What’s up?” Mo Xiangwan asked curiously.

Su Yu’s face showed a girlishly proud smile, ”I suggested the Chinese name ’He Yi’ for Tang Song’s [HEYI STUDIO] on Little Red Book, and after all the fans voted, it has been officially accepted! From now on, this brand will be called ’He Yi’!”

”Haha.” Mo Xiangwan was somewhat bewildered, ”I really don’t know where you find the spare time to participate in such fan co-creation activities.”

”You don’t get it.” Su Yu raised her head and said, ”Next, as the ’namer’, I will get free trials of the entire clothing line, and the designer will customize based on my body data, then Tang Song will personally deliver it.”

”...Alright, you win.” Mo Xiangwan was completely speechless.

Su Yu smiled and switched to her secondary account, adding ”Yaoling” as a friend.

She started chatting with the other party.

The smile at the corner of her mouth grew wider and wider.

After a long while.

A thought struck her, and she suddenly laughed to herself, ”Sister Xiang Wan, do you think it would be interesting if I appeared in media shots wearing [He Yi] clothes?”

”This...” Mo Xiangwan sighed lightly, quickly advising against it, ”This might disrupt President Tang’s business plans, better not...”

”No! I insist!” Su Yu stood up, her hair fluttering in the wind, elegant like a fairy, ”If he’s up to it, let him come scold me face to face, and I’ll definitely sleep with him this time! I’ll even send the photo to Jin Meixiao!”

Mo Xiangwan: (꒪ȏ꒪;)?

...

11:55 PM, all was silent.

Tang Song lay in the bedroom of Yunjing Platform, but hadn’t fallen asleep.

On the phone screen, in the WeChat chat window, was a prepared birthday blessing message.

The blessing would be sent right at the start of the birthday.

It was a tradition between them that had formed over many years.

”Buzz buzz buzz——”

The phone suddenly started vibrating.

[Qingning]

Tang Song answered the call with a smile, ”Not asleep yet?”

”No, guess where I am now?” Came Liu Qingning’s playful voice through the receiver, with a faint hint of wind in the background.

Tang Song was taken aback, instinctively looking out at the dark night. ”You’re outside? Wait... could it be... at Yunjing Platform?”

A crisp and delightful laugh came from the other end.

”He’s such a smart lad!” Her voice carried a hint of playful complaint, ”It’s about to be midnight, I’m here at the South Gate waiting for you... it’s so cold, hurry out.”

”I’m coming down right now!”

Tang Song instantly sprang up from the bed.

No time to think, he hurriedly grabbed a thick down jacket from the clothes rack, changed into sneakers, and strode outside.

The elevator stopped on the first floor.

The unit door was pushed open, and the cold night wind rushed in.

In the silent, early-morning neighborhood, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed hollowly.

Occasionally, the crunch of breaking dry leaves could be heard.

The neatly trimmed landscape trees swept by quickly.

The streetlight’s shadow stretched and shortened his figure repeatedly.

Passing through the empty green belt, he rushed out of the neighborhood gate.

The hurried footsteps gradually came to a stop.

Tang Song’s gaze scanned the empty street ahead, finally settling on that figure.

The early winter night was bitterly cold.

The streetlight at the neighborhood entrance cast warm and hazy rings of light behind her.

She was wearing the same pale green and pink down jacket from the photo he saw in her room.

However, washed by the years, it appeared much older.

In fact, considering their average family conditions, wearing a down jacket for several years was perfectly normal.

Besides, Liu Qingning hadn’t grown taller since high school, so it still fit her.

She stood there, her small face reddened from the cold, while her nose carried a cute red tint.

The twin ponytails gently swayed in the wind, making her look much younger.

Upon seeing him appear, her eyes, shining brightly in the night, instantly curved into two beautiful crescent moons.

”Tang Song!”

She stretched out her arms, waving, then ran straight toward him.

The somewhat bulky down jacket couldn’t hide her girlish light-hearted excitement.

Tang Song’s gaze became slightly unfocused.

As if he had returned to some familiar winter in his memory.