Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by a light ”pop” sound.

”Is that okay?”

”Too quiet, couldn’t hear it. Not sincere enough.”

”Pop—how about now?”

All along, Xie Shuyu had always carried an ”older sibling” aura in front of him, rarely being this proactive and gentle.

Tang Song suddenly perked up, feeling a sense of accomplishment as he continued to tease her.

...

Meanwhile, at Lanfeng International High-end Apartment.

The black Maybach smoothly parked in the drop-off zone.

Jing glanced at Lin Muxue beside her, grabbing her hand and suggesting proactively, ”Xue, since it’s still early, can I go up and have a look at your place? Just to familiarize myself with it.”

Lin Muxue hesitated just as she was about to step out of the car, a hint of nervousness flashing across her face.

She quickly waved her hand, ”Better not, I’ve been really tired these days, still haven’t gotten over the jet lag. Plus, my place is a mess, I’m afraid I can’t properly host you right now—maybe next time.”

Jing’s eyes shifted, showing an appropriately regretful expression, ”Alright then, bye-bye.”

”Bye-bye.” Lin Muxue finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly got out of the car, took her suitcase from the driver, and hurriedly walked into the apartment doors.

She was genuinely a bit afraid of this little weirdo.

During those two days living together in the Imperial City, the other would not only hold onto her while sleeping but also constantly discuss all sorts of embarrassing, face-reddening topics by her ear.

Even going as far as making physical moves!

Good heavens, in all her years traveling the world, Emperor Muxue had never met such a pervert.

If not for having accepted that property from them, she would have found an excuse to sneak back alone yesterday.

The elevator slowly stopped at the 20th floor.

Returning to the familiar Room 2002, as soon as the heavy door closed behind her, Lin Muxue let out a long sigh of relief.

She kicked off her high heels and took off the clothes that had been binding her.

Returning to her bedroom, she heavily collapsed on the bed.

But soon, she sprang back up from the bed.

She opened her suitcase, and from the innermost compartment, she carefully took out a document folder, pulling out the ”Pre-owned Property Sale Contract” and the vibrant red property ownership certificate inside.

She couldn’t suppress a radiant smile that bordered on silly.

Then, clutching these documents, she excitedly rolled around on the expansive bed, her long legs clad in high-end stockings flailing wildly in the air with no regard for decorum.

The contract was signed, the property now officially belonged to her, Lin Muxue!

Jing had originally bought this property simply because during a trip to Chang’an, she found the historical and cultural atmosphere fascinating, and the night view in Qujiang was beautiful, so she whimsically invested in a unit, and it truly was a ”king of the building” unit.

Now it’s directly transferred to her, without asking for a single cent.

It must be said, this beautiful and rich girl truly had deep ”sect” foundations.

Every time she thought about having a true luxury home of her own in her hometown,

Emperor Muxue would get so excited, her heart racing, feeling like she might wet herself.

Then, an uncontrollable thought popped into her mind.

Return to Shan Province!

Parents, brother, sister-in-law... And those relatives who had watched her grow up, yet always gossiped behind her back...

One familiar face after another flashed rapidly through her mind.

Lin Muxue bit her lips, her gaze gradually becoming complicated.

Actually, this idea had been lingering in her mind for a long time.

Returning home unaccompanied by wealth is like wearing a brocade at night.

The reason she hadn’t resolved to return was ultimately due to disappointment in that ”home,” and having a frustration bottled up in her heart.

But now, the property transfer gave her a legitimate reason to return.

And to let those relatives see just how well she’s living now.

...

YJHT, expansive flat.

”Alright, Mom, stop nagging. Our relationship is, of course, good. Now I’m going to tidy up, change clothes, then have lunch with Brother Tang Song as we’ve planned.”

”Bang—click—” The door was quickly closed and locked.

Jing hummed a tune as she walked into the massive walk-in closet.

She opened a wardrobe at the far end, skillfully pulling out a hidden compartment from the back.

Immediately, a variety of ”secret weapons” appeared before her.

She selected a few suitable tools, carefully placing them into a black handbag before taking off her clothes piece by piece.

Next, she opened the section designated for lingerie storage and from the deepest part pulled out several pieces of vibrant red ”fabric strips,” almost just a few thin lines, expertly wrapping them around her key body parts.

Slipping into thick black stockings, and finally donning a black jacket that clashed with everything else.

Jing stood ”hollow” before the giant dressing mirror, examining her reflection.

She shyly covered her flushed face.

Jing just stood there, looking at herself in the mirror, shyly covering her burning face.

”Lord Tang Song... Your loyal servant is about to come and please you...”

”And... Xue, are you ready to receive Lord Tang Song’s affection?”

She muttered to herself for a while, striking several poses of extreme embarrassment before the mirror.

A somewhat twisted, expectant smile spread across her face.

After two days of close contact, she had thoroughly figured out Lin Muxue’s personality.

On the outside, she seemed aloof but was actually quite playful and particularly vain.

Tease her a bit, and she’d blush; playfully provoked, she would explode.

This personality was simply too fun, no less amusing than the silly Qingqing.

Indeed, the people around Lord Tang Song are all interesting.

She’s about to go to Tokyo to take over the properties of [Tang Jin WANO], and Tang Song is heading to Rong City.

Both were busy, so before parting ways, naturally, they needed to relax and play some enjoyable little games.

Heh heh.

ψ(｀∇´)ψ

Unlike the timid and shy Qingqing, she believed that Xue wouldn’t refuse her ”good intentions.”

After all, she was Lord Tang Song’s personal assistant, and as for herself... she was Lord Tang Song’s personal pet.