Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 303: The Young and Handsome Billionaire

In the second-floor guest bedroom.

It took a while for everyone to recover from their astonishment.

“This villa is just… there are no words.”

“Absolutely, the environment, property management, and amenities at Shengyuan Scenic Residence are all top-notch. A villa like this... wow!”

“And that basement—it’s not damp at all, with great air quality. Softie loves working out; she won’t even need a gym membership anymore.”

“Don’t get me started on the media room. I’m so jealous!”

Lv Feifei touched the leather sofa and glanced around at the furniture and decor, clenching her hands tightly.

“The living room sofa and dining table are custom pieces from Lexington, the small sofas are by Minotti, and the kitchen appliances are from Miele…”

After listing everything for a while, her tone turned complex. “The renovation alone must have cost as much as buying a luxury apartment here.”

Qian Mingfeng and Sun Jie were equally shocked.

Although their family had bought a 130-square-meter apartment outright, it had been only after selling another property to gather the funds. They saw it as an excellent investment, but the renovations only involved swapping some furniture and appliances, costing just over 200,000 yuan in total.

Qian Guixiang sat on the bed with Wen Jianxin, her face flushed as she gazed blankly at the view outside.

Wang Feng’e swallowed hard and weakly asked, “Second Sister, what does Tang Song’s family actually do?”

“Well…” Qian Guixiang shook her head. “I’m not sure. I heard it’s something to do with live-stream e-commerce. He’s a C... something at a big company, in charge of tech.”

“CTO!” Lv Feifei interjected immediately.

Qian Guixiang clapped her thigh. “Yes, yes! CTO. That’s it. I heard it from Mingli before; he used to work in tech.”

As Wen Ruan’s best friend, Hu Mingli often visited their home, so Qian Guixiang knew her well. Once news of Wen Ruan’s boyfriend broke, she promptly asked Hu Mingli and Zhang Ziqi about him. That’s when she learned Tang Song was actually a blind date Hu Mingli had introduced.

Qian Mingfeng stood at the doorway, looking at the villa’s luxurious decor with wide eyes. “I wonder if it’s his own money or his family’s? Auntie, they’ve only been together a few months. Can he really give this house to Sister Ruan?”

Her uncle, Qian Chengjun, shook his head earnestly. “That’s hard to say. Tang Song gives off an air... how to put it? The kind of poise and presence that you only get from having billions at your disposal. And he clearly dotes on Ruan Ruan. If their relationship stays steady, who knows what’ll happen.”

A straightforward businessman, Qian Chengjun’s attitude shifted as soon as he recognized Tang Song’s capabilities. Now, he only had good things to say. A connection of this level was rare in Yan City, far beyond his reach. Who knew? Maybe this could lead to opportunities for him down the line.

Wang Feng’e smacked her lips. “If he could transfer the house directly to Ruan Ruan’s name, that’d be perfect. Second Sister, Brother-in-law, why don’t you subtly ask her if there’s any chance?”

Qian Guixiang was startled and stammered, “No, no way! We can’t ask that! It doesn’t have to be fully transferred—just living here is enough. If they can add her name in the future, that’d be ideal.”

Earlier, they had seen plenty of things Wen Ruan liked in the gym, media room, and office. Even the toiletries in the bathroom were all La Mer products that their daughter frequently used. Tang Song’s attention to detail had already eased Qian Guixiang’s initial concerns.

For Tang Song to spend so much money tailoring the house to her daughter’s tastes showed genuine sincerity. Expecting him to transfer the title outright felt too greedy. If Wen Ruan’s name could be added someday, that would be a dream come true.

Qian Guixiang couldn’t help but marvel at her daughter’s incredible luck. It was a good thing her earlier blind dates hadn’t worked out!

Little Wang, Little Li, or Gu Cheng—none of them could hold a candle to Tang Song.

Outside the guest bedroom, the group stepped onto the wooden flooring and walked to the master bedroom.

“Knock, knock, knock—” Someone tapped on the slightly open door.

Qian Guixiang softly called, “Ruan Ruan, Tang Song.”

Wen Ruan emerged from the walk-in closet. “We’re here, Mom. Does this bedroom look familiar to you?”

Her eyes were red, but her face carried a radiant smile.

Qian Guixiang entered the master bedroom and paused, visibly stunned.

The layout and style were strikingly similar to Wen Ruan’s current room but on a much grander scale, with higher-end furnishings that exuded luxury and elegance. Additionally, the balcony and private lounge area seamlessly connected, creating a cozy yet upscale ambiance.

“So thoughtful!” Qian Guixiang exclaimed, clutching her daughter’s arm tightly as tears glistened in her eyes.

The others exchanged glances, their faces full of emotion as they turned their gaze to Tang Song. Each person’s expression was unique.

Initially, their visit was simply out of curiosity to see Tang Song’s villa at Shengyuan Scenic Residence. Who would’ve thought it would turn into this?

“This walk-in closet is massive! And gorgeous!” Sun Jie’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

Her and Qian Mingfeng’s new home had a walk-in closet in the master bedroom, but it was less than five square meters, with an L-shaped layout and multi-layer hanging rods. In comparison, this closet was at least 13 or 14 square meters.

It featured a U-shaped design with open shelving, separate sections for shoes and bags, a comfortable bench, and a central island.

Lv Feifei touched the leather-and-wood combination cabinetry and surveyed the surroundings, her eyes filled with envy.

Although she and her husband lived in Shanghai and earned high salaries, they couldn’t match the residential experience here—especially not a closet like this. It was perfect!

No woman could resist the allure of filling such a space.

Seeing their reactions, Wen Ruan’s smile grew, and she tilted her head slightly, a trace of pride flashing across her face.

As the person at the center of it all, no one was happier than her.

Her childhood was spent in a rural village house, and those memories still surfaced in her dreams. After their old home was demolished and construction stalled, her family began a long journey of renting and moving, with no permanent place to call their own.

It wasn’t until she earned enough to buy a home at Oasis View Garden that she finally had a space to truly call her own.

Now, seeing the villa Tang Song had meticulously prepared, her heart was deeply moved.

Though she genuinely loved Tang Song, the material fulfillment heightened her affection, making it more passionate and resolute. She even felt less worried about coming clean to her parents later.

“Ah, right!” Tang Song suddenly interrupted his chat with Qian Chengjun and walked toward the corner of the walk-in closet.

Everyone’s attention immediately focused on him.

He opened a cabinet door.

“Click, click—” A small safe was revealed.

Tang Song pulled out a thick document folder and smiled as he walked over to Wen Ruan.

Seeing her slightly reddened eyes, he spoke softly, “Inside are the property deed, purchase agreement, keys, access cards, electricity cards, and so on. Once you have time, go through the transfer process. If there’s anything about the house you’re not happy with, let me know, and I’ll have the renovation company fix it.”

“Boom—”

The room was silent, yet everyone felt as though a thunderclap had struck, deafening and utterly shocking them.

A 20-million-yuan villa in Shengyuan Scenic Residence!

He was actually giving it to Wen Ruan?!

And they weren’t even married yet!

Just this villa alone would guarantee Wen Ruan a secure life for the rest of her days.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room.

Beside her, Qian Guixiang’s legs gave way, and she leaned heavily against the wardrobe with a thud, nearly collapsing.

Wen Jianxin trembled all over, his mouth gaping wider and wider.

As Wen Ruan’s parents, they struggled to absorb the overwhelming surprise. Their family had worked tirelessly for years to buy a modest 90-square-meter, two-bedroom apartment in Oasis View Garden. Now, this rare luxury villa was practically dropped into their laps, leaving them utterly stunned. It was a bigger shock than winning the lottery.

Lv Feifei’s lips quivered. Even someone as worldly as her was dumbfounded by this unexpected bombshell.

Letting Wen Ruan live here was one thing, but transferring the property to her was an entirely different matter.

This meant Tang Song was the sole owner of the villa and could give it away without any family approval. The implications of this were staggering.

Staring at the plain document folder, Wen Ruan bit her lower lip hard. Her thick lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, trembling at an impossibly high frequency. Her chest heaved with emotion, betraying her exhilaration.

After a moment, she shook her head, her voice dry. “This isn’t necessary. Really, it’s not.”

The night Tang Song traveled all the way to Beijing for her, she had already resolved her feelings and made her choice.

“Take it. I’m serious.” Tang Song gently pressed the folder into her hands, leaning slightly forward and gazing calmly into her eyes.

Wen Ruan’s chosen growth path as a Companion was the 【Difficult Mode: Media Queen】—a journey to becoming a career-driven powerhouse with leadership and team management skills. The system rewards for this path were all career-focused resources and connections, unlike Zhao Yaqian’s immediate benefits of real estate, a trust fund, and startup funding.

But Wen Ruan’s potential was far greater, with broader future prospects. Tang Song’s role was to ensure her material needs were met and to reassure her parents and relatives that Wen Ruan’s future would undoubtedly be filled with happiness.

Everyone instinctively opened their mouths to speak but couldn’t utter a single word.

“Phew—”

Wen Ruan exhaled sharply, the warm breath brushing against Tang Song. She clutched the folder tightly, murmured a quiet “thank you,” then stepped forward to hug him again, nestling her face into his neck.

This time, her embrace was extraordinarily gentle.

After an internal struggle, she ultimately accepted the gesture, though she had no intention of transferring the property to her name.

She trusted him and loved him. Tang Song’s heartfelt gesture was more than enough. If they couldn’t get married yet, this was a compelling reason not to rush things. Being a career woman was one thing, but having this villa meant her parents would feel secure about her future, eliminating any pressure they might place on her.

In the quiet walk-in closet, Qian Guimei, Qian Guixiang, Lv Feifei, and Qian Chengjun all stood in silence, watching the scene unfold.

Each person wore a different expression, reflecting their unique emotions and thoughts.

A sudden voice broke the silence. “Oh dear!”

“Mom, are you alright?” Qian Chengjun asked anxiously.

Wen Ruan’s grandmother leaned against her son, patting her chest. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just… too overwhelmed.”

Among her children, Qian Guixiang and her husband had always struggled the most. Seeing Wen Ruan find such an extraordinary boyfriend and even receive a luxury villa stirred a mix of emotions in her heart.

Qian Guimei quickly suggested, “Mom’s health isn’t great. Let’s help her rest for a while.”

With this small interruption, everyone except Wen Jianxin and Qian Guixiang began to recover from the shock. After all, they weren’t the direct beneficiaries, and the villa had little to do with them.

Wen Ruan approached her grandmother. “Grandma, why don’t you lie down on the bed for a while?”

“No need, no need. Sitting here is just fine. My body’s getting old; everything I do feels clumsy.”

After some bustling about, the group settled in the master bedroom’s lounge area, exchanging idle chatter on inconsequential topics. But their gazes frequently darted toward the document folder in Wen Ruan’s hands, creating an air of subtle tension.

Tang Song maintained his usual calm and gentle demeanor, but it was clear the others could no longer view him with the same mindset.

Sun Jie quietly offered, “Sis, when are you moving? Mingfeng and I are free and can help anytime. I may be pregnant, but I can still help pack up your clothes.”

Qian Mingfeng nodded earnestly. “Exactly, Sis. Just call me whenever you need help.”

Unconsciously, both had changed how they addressed her.

Noticing her husband’s enthusiasm, Wang Feng’e quickly chimed in. “Oh, I happen to be around Shengyuan Scenic Residence these days to help Sun Jie. When the time comes, I’ll come over to help too!”

She then smiled warmly at Qian Guimei. “Second Sister, we’re not just relatives anymore; we’re neighbors! We have to visit each other often.”

“Ruan Ruan, if you’re ever too busy with work to cook, just come over to your cousin’s house for meals!”

Her overly enthusiastic tone lightened the atmosphere considerably.

Wen Ruan couldn’t help but chuckle at her aunt’s behavior, her thoughts crystal clear.

When you become strong, everyone around you becomes kind.

It was understandable. Even among relatives, personal interests drove relationships.

She could already imagine: if she managed to save her father’s printing factory, her relatives would swarm their home with goodwill, trampling over one another to curry favor. No one would dare say a bad word about her again.

3:30 PM

Once her grandmother had recovered, the group made their way downstairs.

“Well, we’ll be heading out then.”

“Once you’ve moved in, Ruan Ruan, we’ll visit again.”

“Grandma, take care on your way home.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her,” Qian Guimei said cheerfully, supporting her mother as they walked out of the villa’s front door.

Subtly, she nudged her daughter, Lv Feifei. “Feifei, you haven’t seen Ruan Ruan in over half a year. Stay a while and chat, see if there’s anything you can help with.”

Lv Feifei’s eyes flickered, and she smiled. “Sure! I haven’t had my fill of this villa yet anyway. I’d love to explore the courtyard and rooftop garden.”

She wasn’t foolish—far from it. Her profession in financial consulting revolved around serving wealthy clients, assisting with investment decisions across stocks, bonds, funds, real estate, and private equity.

Tang Song was the kind of high-value client that consultants could only dream of. And it wasn’t just about him; his network likely included many similarly influential individuals. Building a good relationship with him could yield significant benefits in the future.

“Oh, no need for you two to see us off!” Qian Guimei called to Qian Guixiang and Wen Jianxin. “Stay here and keep Tang Song and Ruan Ruan company.”

As the group stepped outside and exchanged a few parting words under the villa’s shade, the faint hum of an engine approached, accompanied by the sound of tires rolling smoothly over the pavement.

Looking up, they saw a black Rolls-Royce with a Beijing license plate gliding toward them. Its sleek, obsidian-like exterior gleamed mysteriously in the sunlight, as though carved from black onyx. The iconic Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament stood proudly atop the car’s grille.

The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth halt in the villa’s driveway.

“Click, click—”

The sound of car doors opening drew everyone’s attention.

Out stepped three individuals—two men and one woman—all in their forties, each carrying an elegant briefcase.

The man in front was strikingly handsome, dressed in a crisp shirt, tailored trousers, and polished leather shoes. His posture was straight and dignified, his chin slightly raised, and his sharp eyes exuded confidence. Every movement carried an effortless elegance, radiating the air of a true gentleman.

Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows in surprise and blurted out, “Director Luo?”

Tang Song straightened his posture, locking eyes with Lawyer Luo Bin. For a moment, the surrounding noise seemed to fade into nothingness, as if the world held its breath.

Fragments of in-game memories surfaced in Tang Song’s mind—specific scenes and dialogue involving Luo Bin flashed vividly. It was as if the animated portrait from the game had materialized, overlapping with the real figure before him.

This top-tier lawyer from the game had been a trusted confidant of Tang Song’s character, recruited even earlier than Secretary Jin. Luo Bin and Secretary Jin had played critical roles in managing countless affairs and advancing Tang Song’s in-game empire. Even Luo Bin’s law firm, Quanjing, had provided indispensable support to Tang Song’s various ventures.

“It’s been a while, President Tang!” Luo Bin’s normally serious face softened into a joyful smile as he extended his hand.

“It’s been a while, Luo Bin.”

After shaking hands, Tang Song patted Luo Bin’s shoulder with a bright, dazzling grin.

Luo Bin’s composed gaze wavered for a brief second before he quickly regained his usual calm. For the first time, he fully realized the transformation in this President Tang. It was no wonder Su Yu had dared to make their relationship public.

The two people standing behind Luo Bin bowed slightly toward Tang Song and greeted him, “Chairman Tang.”

Tang Song nodded slightly in acknowledgment. With his sharp memory, he recognized them as employees from the Trust Equity Services Division of Slover Trust.

Wen Ruan’s relatives stood to the side, exchanging uncertain glances before instinctively stepping back to make room.

Lv Feifei’s expression became inscrutable.

She scrutinized the two people accompanying Luo Bin, noting their attire and demeanor, which betrayed their familiarity with the financial sector.