Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 175: Rolex Log

Tang Song leans slightly forward, looking at the peach-blossom-like Wen Ruan, his face breaking into a big smile. "What a coincidence, I was just thinking about you."

"Oh?" Wen Ruan lets go of his calf, leaning back against the chair and narrowing her eyes. "Spending time with a sexy and beautiful CEO, and still finding time to think of me?

I should have realized that with your wealth, working part-time at Shimmer Coffee must have its ulterior motives.

Actually, Xie Shuyu is quite good; she's sexy, beautiful, and very capable. Apart from her age, you two really make a good match."

Tang Song hesitates for a moment, feeling a bit guilty. He selectively explains, "I got this part-time job through a classmate; I've been doing it for quite some time now. My relationship with Sister Shuyu is indeed good, but not in the way you think. I’m going to her house tomorrow to attend a business banquet with her."

He admits to accepting the part-time job partly to get closer to Xie Shuyu.

Or rather, it was due to some lingering pride and desire for conquest in his heart.

Whenever he recalls how poorly he performed during their first meeting, juxtaposed with her graceful confidence and sharp demeanor, he feels a pang in his heart.

Interacting with Xie Shuyu and experiencing the change in her impression and attitude towards him makes him particularly joyful.

Wen Ruan stares at him for a while before sighing softly, saying, "Actually, you don’t have to explain to me."

Although she feels a bit upset seeing him close to Xie Shuyu, she truly does not hold a grudge against him.

Since she decided to let go, she shouldn’t meddle anymore.

Tang Song gives her a gentle, handsome smile. "After all, you are my girlfriend; I must take care of your feelings."

"Cut~ You’re such a smooth talker."

Hearing his words, Wen Ruan bites her rosy lip, her fingers subconsciously resting on the keyboard of her laptop, starting to tap absentmindedly.

Words like "girlfriend" appear on the screen.

Though she is reluctant to admit it, hearing him call her "girlfriend" makes her heart swell with happiness, leaving no room for anger.

Tang Song speaks softly, "You seem to have been going to the gym less often lately. Are you avoiding me on purpose?"

Last week, he could excuse it as being inconvenient due to her period, but this week he has gone twice and hasn’t run into her.

Feigning calm, Wen Ruan replies, "Not at all! I've just been too busy with work. I still send you photos and messages on WeChat every day."

Tang Song stands up and sits down on the chair beside her. He gazes intently at the gentle and graceful, voluptuous big sister.

The familiar scent of her perfume fills his nostrils, a sweet citrus blend mingling with a hint of floral notes, perfectly suited for the season.

Wen Ruan skillfully switches the display screen, leaning back comfortably, one leg gracefully draped over the other knee, her toes slightly curled, like an elegant cat.

Without missing a beat, she asks, "What’s up, little brother? Are you having some bold thoughts?"

"Of course!" Tang Song can’t resist reaching for her waist, the comfortable touch leaving him reluctant to let go.

Leaning in closer, he kisses her smooth, fair face several times.

Wen Ruan suddenly shows a timid expression, her voice tinged with panic. "Mr. Tang, this is the conference room of our esteemed company. Xie Shuyu asked us to discuss work… you can’t act out here."

Tang Song’s lips twitch; it’s the first time he’s realized how good her acting skills are, and her outfit today suits her perfectly.

It really creates an immersive feeling. He can't help but straighten his face, adopting a serious tone, "You wouldn’t want your hard work to be rejected, would you?"

"Uh… I…" Wen Ruan bites her lip, panicking, "Mr. Tang, how can you do this?"

With that, she puts her raised leg down, pressing her legs together, her hands clasping over her full thighs, looking at him pitifully.

Tang Song is instantly aroused by her performance, feeling a thrill.

No wonder she’s a fitness enthusiast; she always leaves him in shock.

Wen Ruan shifts her body slightly, a blush creeping onto her face, unable to hold back.

With a helpless sigh in her heart, she gazes at his handsome face, which perfectly aligns with her tastes and aesthetics.

Some people are simply irresistible!

She always finds herself wanting to be with him in some way.

After a while, seeing that Tang Song's actions are becoming a bit too much,

Wen Ruan shoots him a glance. "Little brother, if you keep this up, I might really be in big trouble."

Then, she leans closer to his ear, her voice seductive and playful. "I have plenty of movies of this type; would you like to watch them with me?"

Tang Song blinks, his heart racing. "Big sister, please take me with you!"

"Sure!" Wen Ruan's full, moist lips glide over his cheek, her tone filled with laughter. "I’ll be free this weekend. Come to my home at Oasis Garden; we can lock the door and watch for a whole day, okay? Oh, by the way, my mom makes the best dishes; if you want something, you can let me know in advance."

"Uh…" Tang Song smiles widely, "How about you come to Yan Jing Tiancheng instead? I have a professional home theater; the experience is fantastic."

Going to Wen Ruan’s home in front of her parents and snuggling up in her room to watch movies?

He couldn’t bring himself to do that.

"Hmph! I know all your little thoughts. If I really went to your place, I’d probably end up bleeding." Wen Ruan playfully pats his chest, her eyes containing an imperceptible disappointment.

The two lean against each other, pulling at each other for a while, before chatting about work and life.

Wen Ruan checks the time on her phone and stands up. "Alright, I need to head back to the company. If I stay any longer, I suspect Xie Shuyu will be done soon, and I don’t want to be tormented by her. It’s Friday; I need to wrap up my work quickly."

Tang Song stands up with her. "I’ll tidy up my things first; you wait for me in the elevator."

"Okay." Wen Ruan nods, packing up her computer and heading outside.

Tang Song messages Xie Shuyu on WeChat, then grabs his backpack and leaves the office.

...

Stepping out of the main entrance of Huayun Center,

Tang Song pats his new ninja400 beside him. "Isn’t this newly bought bike cool? Once I get used to it, let’s go for a ride together."

Wen Ruan affectionately pinches his cheek, expressing concern. "Riding a motorcycle is risky, especially for a novice like you. You must be careful and don’t do anything reckless for thrills."

Tang Song presses his lips together and nods lightly. "I know, thank you for your concern, Sister Wen Ruan."

A gentle breeze brushes by, and Wen Ruan tucks a strand of hair blown away behind her ear, her head slightly bowed as she says, "Then… let’s leave it at that for now. Be careful on the road."

Her hand holding the computer bag hangs in front of her, gently swaying as her downcast gaze carries a sense of reluctance.

Looking at the formally dressed, gentle, and graceful big sister before him, Tang Song takes a deep breath and steps closer to embrace her.

His fingers gently caress her silky hair as he leans down to kiss her lips.

Wen Ruan is taken aback for a moment but slowly closes her eyes, responding softly.

Whatever! They’ve kissed many times already, so what’s one more time?!

Feeling his fresh, pleasant lips, his warm embrace, and the heated breath, Wen Ruan’s closed eyes seem to have gotten a bit misty.

...

"Ding—" The elevator door slowly opens.

Wen Ruan, her cheeks slightly flushed, snaps back to reality upon seeing it's the 15th floor.

She quickly exits the elevator and heads towards the company door.

"Sister Wen Ruan, you’re back! That was quick today."

"Did you get everything done?"

"What did Xie Shuyu say? Did she bring up any new issues?"

Colleagues from her group quickly gather around.

Wen Ruan absentmindedly nods, casually saying, "No problems now; Xie Shuyu is very satisfied with our plan."

"Nice!"

"Finally passed!"

"Thank goodness, we can enjoy a happy weekend!"

Xie Shuyu has been cooperating with their company for many years, and the entire marketing planning department knows this formidable, charismatic, and hard-to-please CEO.

They were all worried that they would have to rewrite the plan, which would mean working overtime over the weekend.

As Wen Ruan fills her cup with water at the water dispenser, thoughts of Tang Song flicker through her mind again.

She remembers his face, his words, his lips, his embrace.

Whenever she is with him, her heart rate never slows down; it feels like her whole body is celebrating, and she knows exactly what that means.

A handsome and wealthy young boyfriend, exceeding her expectations in every way—how could she not want him?

If she were younger, she would have risked everything to pursue him. But now, she lacks the confidence to do so.

With his qualities, who knows how many young and beautiful girls surround him, like that Tian Jing.

Even excellent women like Xie Shuyu show interest in him.

She fears falling too deep, getting tangled up and unable to extricate herself.

"Ah!" Startled, Wen Ruan quickly puts down her cup and runs cold water over her fingers.

She was so lost in thought that she forgot she was still filling her cup, and her skin was scalded red.

Wen Ruan, oh Wen Ruan!

It’s better to keep some distance from him in the future! If this continues, you might really be in trouble!

What if you can’t marry him and can’t let him go? Are you really going to be his little mistress?

Even if you’re okay with it, your family wouldn’t agree.

Besides, in a few years, your skin will start to age, and wrinkles will appear…

You might even get rejected for being a mistress!

With a long sigh, Wen Ruan pats her face, trying to quickly return to work mode.

Back at her workstation, she translates all the project details into concrete action steps and assigns tasks to team members.

She notifies external suppliers to start producing materials and contacts colleagues in the media department to purchase advertising space.

...

Fully immersed in her work mode, the impulses and desires in her mind finally cool down.

At 1:30 p.m.

“Tap tap tap—” The sound of hurried footsteps echoes.

A female colleague jogs over, her face full of excitement. “Sister Wen Ruan, your boyfriend is waiting for you at the front desk! He’s even holding a gift!”

Wen Ruan doesn’t immediately process the information.

The surrounding female colleagues instantly buzz with excitement.

“Wow, a handsome guy is here!?”

“Looking at Sister Wen Ruan's expression, it must be a surprise visit to give her a gift!”

“How romantic! Sister Wen Ruan, your boyfriend is really sweet to you.”

Zhang Xintong, a close colleague, pulls her arm. “Sister Wen Ruan, why are you still dawdling? Hurry up and go!”

Wen Ruan bites her lip, feeling her heart race uncontrollably.

Trying to calm herself down, she stands up and walks toward the entrance.

Several female colleagues follow closely behind.

They have all met Tang Song before and are envious of Wen Ruan’s handsome, wealthy boyfriend, with some even harboring hidden thoughts.

Turning a corner, they see Tang Song standing by the front desk.

Dressed in casual attire, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and striking features, he holds a green gift bag.

Seeing Wen Ruan approach, a gentle smile spreads across his face as he steps forward.

Wen Ruan licks her lips nervously, her hands falling at her sides, her gaze slightly shifting. “Why did you come to our company without telling me?”

Tang Song takes her hand and hands over the gift bag, smiling, “I noticed you don’t seem to have a watch; it’s sometimes inconvenient to check the time during meetings. So, I bought you one. I heard from Mingli that you have a pink Lynk & Co. 06, so I specially chose one with a pink dial. You should like it.”

Wen Ruan is taken aback, her mind a bit hazy, yet she can’t bring herself to refuse. “Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of you.”

She had a Coach quartz watch, but it broke a while ago due to water damage, and she hadn’t replaced it since, occasionally wearing a fitness band instead.

“Hello, good afternoon.” Tang Song lifts his head and waves at the familiar female colleagues behind Wen Ruan.

The female colleagues respond quickly, their eyes filled with envy.

What a young and handsome boyfriend, coming all the way here at noon to deliver a surprise.

After a brief chat with them, Tang Song gently pats Wen Ruan’s back. “Alright, you should get back to work. I don’t have anything else to do, so I’ll take my leave.”

“Bye.”

Wen Ruan watches Tang Song’s figure disappear into the elevator, slowly retracting her gaze to look at the green gift bag in her hand, her feelings somewhat mixed.

Returning to her workstation, Zhang Xintong leans in, wrapping her arms around Wen Ruan's arm excitedly. “Sister Wen Ruan, hurry and open it so we can see what watch it is!”

“Yeah, with a boyfriend who drives a Mercedes, the gift must be expensive!”

“Last time he gifted you that LV bag worth over ten thousand, so this time must be just as good.”

Listening to her colleagues' comments, Wen Ruan gently nods, pulling out a heavy wooden green box from the gift bag.

It’s quite substantial, about 30 centimeters wide.

She soon sees the familiar logo and the letters “ROLEX.”

“It’s a Rolex!”

“The big spender really knows how to show off! Your boyfriend is really good to you, Sister Wen Ruan!”

Wen Ruan bites her lip and gently opens the box.

Inside is a sparkling watch.

The ice raspberry pink dial is adorned with a circle of diamond hour markers, radiating dazzling brilliance.

The white gold case and oyster steel bracelet perfectly suit a professional woman.

A chorus of "So beautiful!" and "Wow!" fills the air around her.

Wen Ruan's eyes instantly glaze over, her heartbeat quickening.

She carefully picks up the exquisite watch and slips it onto her wrist.

It feels cool and delicate to the touch, with the transparent surface enhancing her complexion, making it perfect for summer wear.

With a diameter of 31mm, it fits her larger bone structure perfectly.

Overall, it appears fresh, bright, gentle, and elegant, captivating her gaze, leaving her completely enamored.

A colleague with a decent background gazes at the watch with sparkling eyes. “Which model is this? It’s stunning; I want one!”

“I think it’s the Rolex Datejust; I saw it on Little Red Book, but I don’t remember the specifics. I know for sure it’s not cheap.”

“Wen Ruan, let me check the model.” The female colleague picks up the card next to the box and starts searching on her phone.

She’s genuinely interested, wanting to buy one for herself.

Before long, her expression grows serious.

“Did you find it? How much is it?”

The female colleague sticks out her tongue. “Rolex Datejust, m278274-0032. This color scheme is super popular; you usually have to pay a markup to get it, around 110,000 yuan. I can’t afford that!”

Hearing the price, the surrounding colleagues gasp.

Their eyes widen as they stare at the small watch on the table.

110,000 yuan! That’s enough to buy a small car!

And this isn’t even a holiday or a birthday; on an ordinary Friday, he just thought his girlfriend needed a watch and gifted her an 110,000 yuan Rolex!

What kind of divine boyfriend is this!

It’s hard to imagine how happy Wen Ruan must be!

Looking at the exquisite and luxurious Rolex on her wrist, Wen Ruan’s fingers tremble, and her eyes flicker with confusion.

Her salary isn’t low; accounting for project bonuses, her annual income is about 110,000 yuan—exactly the price of this watch.

However, her spending level is considerable, and she’s still paying off her mortgage. If it weren't for her side income, she wouldn't be able to save much in a year.

This price exceeds her imagination, making her heart race and her head buzz.

Which woman can withstand such an onslaught!

Damn! Is he determined to sweep me off my feet?!

...

In Linjin Tower, Jinxiu Commerce.

After lunch, Tian Jing stretches and walks out of the CTO's office.

Since Tang Song rarely comes to the company, this office with a sofa has become her resting area.

Lying down for a nap after lunch feels particularly refreshing.

Just as she approaches the HR office, she hears a familiar voice: “Xiao Jing!”

Tian Jing pouts, feeling somewhat helpless as she turns around. “What is it, Liang Yufan?”

Liang Yufan grins, “There’s a small team-building event at Li Jun’s new live house tomorrow night. Everyone will be there, including Qiwen, Yue Minyang, and others. You should come too.”

Tian Jing rolls her eyes prettily and decisively declines, “I’m not going, I’m busy.”

With that, she turns to leave.

Returning to her workstation, she takes a couple of sips of water.

“Buzz buzz buzz—” Her phone suddenly vibrates.

【Old Tian: “Jing Jing, tomorrow night’s team-building event is quite important. The colleagues attending are helpful for your future development. You must go.”】

【Old Tian: “You said you don’t like Yufan, and I won’t force you to interact with him, but this isn’t a date.”】

Tian Jing pouts, knowing her dad is right.

The new rich second generation coming to the company recently is generally related to senior executives or shareholders.

It’s not always direct blood relations; most are like Liang Yufan, whose parents are friends with the company leaders.

They want their children to gain experience here, riding on the coattails of the shareholders to board t