Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Her charm is restrained, controlled, yet rich and captivating.

For someone like Tang Song, feeling moved is perfectly normal.

However, facing such a noblewoman who could be considered a ”senior” in some sense, he instinctively maintained rational restraint.

After all, she’s a married woman.

Tang Song quickly collected his thoughts, picked up a cup of warm tea, and drank it all.

Looking toward the window.

Next, it’s time to meet Qiuqiu sister.

The third Camellia flower has bloomed, just waiting for him to pick.

By the way, to comfort her well and help her unlock some psychological shackles.

Perhaps after this Rong City visit ends, the cultivation of [Dream Flower Seed] can be completed, permanently increasing the Charm score by 1 point.

Thinking of the little girl in the dream, hiding in the dark corridor, crying out ”Daddy” in fear.

Tang Song’s gaze instantly softened.

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The black Audi A8L slowly drove along the Huanhua Creek.

”Miss Ouyang, Miss Ouyang.” The voice of the secretary, Chen Jing, came from the front passenger seat.

Ouyang Xianyue quickly snapped out of her daze, ”What’s up?”

Chen Jing handed over the phone, whispering, ”President Mo from Tangzong Entertainment is calling.”

Ouyang Xianyue took the phone and said softly, ”Hello, Xiangwan.”

”Good afternoon, Miss Ouyang.” On the other end, Mo Xiangwan’s probing voice came through, ”You’ve met with Tang Song, right?”

”Yes, I have.”

”Then... regarding the Tang Jin Family Office’s Pan-entertainment Industry Fund, and our Tangzong Entertainment’s future position in the family office system, what does he think?”

Mo Xiangwan gently probed.

Ouyang Xianyue’s face immediately showed an awkward expression.

Only then did she realize that besides visiting her grandfather, her urgent return to Rong City this time.

The most important ”official business” was to use the meeting with Tang Song to probe his true stance on internal power struggles within the family office.

But since that sudden embrace at the airport, all her rhythms had been completely disrupted.

Earlier in the tea room, she was still thinking about using the opportunity to drink tea to inadvertently explore his true views on Jin Meixiao and overseas capital.

But she was completely disrupted by his unexpected ”traditional Chinese medicine theory” and massage.

Recalling the almost out-of-control response she had during the massage just now, her cheeks uncontrollably flushed.

She forcibly suppressed her strange feelings and whispered, ”I haven’t seen Tang Song for over a year, and he’s indeed changed a lot. So, for now, I didn’t bring up those matters. No rush, I have my own pace.”

”That’s good.” Mo Xiangwan didn’t press further and shifted the conversation to the ”global lottery” event Su Yu was about to start.

Ouyang Xianyue instantly understood her meaning and couldn’t help but sigh.

Su Yu is just like that, prone to extremes.

She’s really too obsessed with Tang Song, almost to the point of madness.

Over the past few years, the fundamental reason why Ouyang Xianyue kept tirelessly soothing her was to prevent this female star from publicly exposing her relationship with Tang Song in a moment of emotional breakdown.

If it ever comes to that, Tang Song will be completely exposed to the media’s spotlight, leaving no secrets hidden.

At that point, Jin Meixiao will surely be utterly enraged.

And a woman consumed by jealousy, wielding immense capital and power, might do anything.

Ouyang Xianyue doesn’t dare to think deeply.

In the end, she doesn’t trust Jin Meixiao.

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A few minutes later, the Audi A8L slowly entered the independent Chinese-style courtyard by Huanhua Creek.

Ouyang Xianyue got out of the car but didn’t immediately enter the house, just stood silently under the centuries-old ginkgo tree.

The evening breeze blew, lifting a few golden leaves, spinning in the air.

Ouyang Xianyue quietly watched, yet felt her heart, like these fallen leaves, couldn’t quiet down.

After a long time, she finally turned and entered the west-wing room that solely belonged to her study.

Coming to the desk, she spread out the rice paper.

Picked up the purple brush she was most comfortable with, wanting to write something to soothe her mood.

But as she focused her mind and the brush touched the paper.

The rice paper showed a bold, forceful ”Tang” character.

Ouyang Xianyue’s heart skipped a beat.

She pursed her lips and put the brush back.

A tempting thought suddenly emerged.

If I immersed myself in this situation, could I control Jin Meixiao and Su Yu’s breakdown?