Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Don’t even talk about men, even she, as a woman—

Every time she saw a photo of Su Yu, her heart would start racing involuntarily.

How could Lord Tang Song possibly not have any improper thoughts?

You have to know, Su Yu was the very first ”S-Class artist” signed when [Tangzong Entertainment] was founded, a top-tier diva.

And it’s obviously clear that [Tangzong Entertainment] is Tang Song’s own business.

All the clues—

From Mo Xiangwan’s attitude, to Echo’s birthday celebration, and then that sudden invitation to meet.

All pointed to the same truth:

Su Yu, that god standing at the very top of the entertainment industry pyramid.

Is the perfect ”female idol” that Lord Tang Song pulls the strings of from behind the scenes and has carefully raised!

Perhaps she’s also the most unique, most dazzling, and most dangerous existence in his life.

And now, this ”S-Class female idol” in Tang Song’s hands is actually coming to meet her, this ”A-Class female idol”!

What kind of unspeakable taboo storyline is hidden behind this?!

Anticipation, nervousness, fear, excitement, trembling...

All sorts of tangled, complicated emotions wove together inside Jing into a dizzying wave of thrill.

Su Yu! That’s Su Yu!

The aurora of the entertainment world.

The miracle on stage.

Perfect aura, god-tier looks with no dead angles, a flawless manga-like figure...

A presence so bug-like it makes the camera lose focus!

Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but shiver with excitement.

Her legs pressed tightly together.

[As expected! Brother Tang Song really is a Demon King–level big BOSS!]

[He might even... have my beloved Echo Girl Group as nothing more than his puppets!]

[Just like the rumors online... when those pretty girl group idols are hot-dancing on a stage watched by tens of thousands, the real mastermind is sitting in front of the screens, remotely controlling their every move, admiring the most beautiful poses they bloom with, solely for him...]

[Oh my god... this... this is way too perverted, right?!]

[Xiao Jing loves it so much!]

(//▽//)

...

In the lounge bar.

The lazy melody of the jazz slowly faded.

In its place came an R&B love song from a live band.

The female singer’s slightly husky voice flowed lazily through the air of the bar.

Like a gentle wine, it fogged the night and the lights, and also coaxed out a hint of drunkenness.

”Yaoyao.” Qian Lele gently nudged the friend beside her. ”It’s getting late, should we... head back?”

”Huh?” Ding Yao was taken aback, looked down at her phone— it wasn’t even nine yet.

But when she saw the tiredness on her friend’s face, she didn’t insist.

”Alright, let’s go then. I happen to need to go back and tidy my portfolio. I’ll send my résumé out tonight!”

The two of them quickly packed up and walked toward the booth where Zhao Yaqian and Tian Jing were.

”Qianqian, Sister Xiao Jing, we really owe you for today. It’s getting late, I still have class tomorrow, so we’ll head off first.”

”Okay, we’ve got designated driver service here, I’ll arrange it for you.” Zhao Yaqian didn’t try to make them stay. She beckoned to the waiter beside her. ”Go bring over the membership cards prepared for Miss Ding and Miss Qian.”

Very soon, two metallic membership cards gleaming with a dark golden sheen were handed over.

Qian Lele bit her lip lightly and accepted them together with Ding Yao.

Anyway, as long as she didn’t come over, it wouldn’t change anything.

At parting, Jing gave her another warm hug and said sweetly, ”Lele, if you run into anything at school, you can call me anytime. Once I’m done with things here, I’ll come find you to hang out, bye-bye.”

”O...kay, bye-bye.” Qian Lele nodded stiffly.

The moment the elevator doors closed.

She finally let out a long breath.

Her whole body relaxed.

The feeling of being swept up by a giant wave of tension gradually ebbed away.

But what replaced it was a kind of indescribable loss and confusion.

She leaned against the elevator wall, staring blankly.

She had never imagined that Qianqian was also her brother’s girlfriend.

And that she got along so harmoniously with Tian Jing.

She didn’t understand what that meant; her head just felt like a mess, a heaviness pressing on her chest.

All she wanted was to leave as soon as possible.

”Ding——”

The elevator came to a smooth stop on the first floor, and the glossy metal doors slid open.

Accompanied by the club’s waiter, the two of them walked out side by side.

The night wind rushed up to them, carrying the chill of a winter night.

Qian Lele shivered, tugging her down jacket’s collar tighter around her neck.

She ducked into the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz GLE.

She unconsciously squeezed the membership card in the inner pocket of her bag, then turned back for one last look at the exquisite, luxurious TC Private Club.

The car started.

Her gaze turned toward the night ahead.

Tomorrow is Tuesday.

At eight in the morning, there’s an important ”Operating System Principles” class; she can’t be late.

In the afternoon, she has to go to the Glimmer Coffee head office to complete the latest round of page iteration.

In the evening, she still needs to carve out time to look up electric tricycle models, purchase channels, and modification plans.

And then help her mom online to hunt down a more professional dough mixer and electric griddle for making roujiamo...

She still has many, many trivial yet important things of her own to do.

That dazzling world, though mesmerizing.

For now, she’s still just a passerby standing on tiptoe.

...

Watching Qian Lele’s figure disappear.

Jing withdrew her gaze, leaned in close to Zhao Yaqian, her eyes sparkling as she asked, ”By the way, Qianqian, where’s your hometown?”

”Xinggu County, De City in Lu Province.” Zhao Yaqian answered casually.

”Uhh— I mean, where do you live now?”