Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 306: New Boy

Standing before him in her striking red-and-white riding suit, Cheng Qiuqiu exuded a mix of beauty and boldness.

Tang Song raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes glinting with undisguised admiration. The first time they met, she had ridden up slowly on her motorcycle, and from that moment, her figure had left an impression on him—sharp shoulders, a slender back, long legs, a slim waist, a perky posterior, and a full chest. She was even more stunning than the female riders he followed on Douyin.

The key difference? Her face—a textbook example of the mature, confident "queen" aesthetic.

Today, her outfit was equally eye-catching. Her light, form-fitting jeans accentuated her perfect waist-to-hip curve, a sight hard to ignore.

Noticing his gaze, Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips and looked down at the concrete floor.

Tang Song felt different today. He carried himself with an air of confidence and freedom that was a stark contrast to the composed and gentle demeanor she’d seen before. But, surprisingly, this newfound boldness wasn’t off-putting.

Perhaps it was the vitality in his eyes—clear and charming.

Everyone is a visual creature, and Cheng Qiuqiu, as a designer, was even more so.

Next to them, Liu Wenning clenched her fists, looking at Tang Song and Qiuqiu standing face-to-face. Unable to hold back, she spoke up, “Qiuqiu, Molly, we should get going soon. Let’s prepare and finalize the setlist for our performance.”

His voice was magnetic—clear yet tinged with a soft warmth, like a refreshing spring breeze.

Cheng Qiuqiu tightened her grip on her helmet and nodded gently. “Sure, no problem.” After all, they were friends, and the request wasn’t unreasonable.

Hearing her agree, Liu Wenning took a deep breath, her face heating up as her frustration simmered inwardly.

Molly hesitated for a moment, glancing between Liu Wenning and Tang Song, before choosing silence. She knew the tension between the two, and outright siding with Tang Song would only make things worse.

As the tension subsided, Zhao Yue bit her lip hard, her gaze locked on Tang Song. Compared to their last meeting, he seemed even more captivating today. His presence was magnetic, and judging by the looks from the other women, she wasn’t the only one to notice.

Even those standing nearby looked as though they wanted to devour him whole.

Li Junyi, noticing this, chuckled with surprise. “Didn’t expect you to know Qiuqiu! She’s the one I mentioned before—our group’s prettiest girl.”

Tang Song quickly recalled the bar conversation where Li Junyi had mentioned such a girl. He nodded and smiled. “Qiuqiu is indeed beautiful, and she’s got a great figure too.”

Cheng Qiuqiu shifted uncomfortably, a soft blush spreading across her fair face. Compliments like this, especially in front of so many people, weren’t something she was used to.

As Qiuqiu stood in the spotlight, Zhao Yue’s jealousy flared, her eyes reddening. She had dressed up meticulously today, yet all the attention had gone to Qiuqiu. And to her dismay, Qiuqiu didn’t seem to outshine her in any significant way.

“President Tang,” Li Junyi turned to speak, but Tang Song interrupted him casually with a pat on the shoulder. “We’re not in the office now. Just call me by my name.”

“Got it!” Li Junyi grinned broadly, pointing to the roadside. “I noticed your driving skills earlier. We’re just going on a short ride today—mostly open roads, easy cruising. Want to trade bikes and try my Double R? It’s great for these routes.”

Tang Song followed his gaze to a striking bike—a BMW S1000RR in its iconic red, white, and blue livery, with flowing curves and its signature blue brake calipers.

It was an M edition—a true internet-famous superbike. Tang Song had come across it countless times in videos while planning shoots earlier that morning. Seeing it in person, with its carbon fiber details and unmistakable allure, was something else.

Tang Song’s eyes lit up. “Thanks! I’ve always liked this one.”

Without hesitation, he tossed the Ninja 400’s key to Li Junyi.

“Catch!” Li Junyi grinned, catching the key and tossing his own back to Tang Song. “Enjoy!”

He clapped his hands and called out, “Alright, everyone, time to head out! Make sure to turn on the intercom app and keep in touch on the road.”

The group responded enthusiastically.

“Got it, Junyi!” “Will do, Junyi!” “Let’s go!”

...

Everyone made their way to their bikes. Zhao Yue stood frozen, a mix of anger and disappointment clouding her face.

Even though she was right there, Tang Song hadn’t greeted her once.

This wasn’t like the Tang Song she knew. Even after becoming a CTO, he would still smile warmly when they met.

But today, his attitude screamed indifference—carefree yet cutting. It felt like he was saying, “I don’t care.”

Mounting the BMW Double R, Tang Song slid the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, a deep growl like a beast ready to pounce.

Resting his hands lightly on the bike, he felt the power vibrating through its frame. The bike’s specs danced in his mind—inline four-cylinder, four-stroke engine, nearly 200kg weight, 206 horsepower, and a 0-100km/h time of just 2.3 seconds.

This was a machine any man would admire, a beauty he couldn’t resist taking for a ride.

Equipped with his Motorcycle Riding Experience Book, Tang Song’s riding skills were more than adequate for handling this superbike.

With gloves and helmet on, he secured his phone to the mount and launched the group’s intercom app.

Soon, voices filled his Bluetooth headset.

Tang Song turned and waved to Cheng Qiuqiu. “QQ, over here!”

Hearing Molly call her “QQ” on the intercom earlier, he found the nickname amusing and decided to use it too. Besides, having such a gorgeous rider alongside him made the trip all the more enjoyable.

As long as Liu Wenning and Zhou Dongbing stayed out of his way, the day promised to be perfect.

The ice-white Suzuki GSX250 purred as it approached, stopping just ahead of him. Cheng Qiuqiu leaned forward slightly, her curves accentuated in a way that was impossible to miss.

Tang Song, in a great mood, took a moment to appreciate the view before the group set off.

Smoothly shifting gears, the BMW Double R rolled forward.

The ride was exhilarating. Tang Song felt every detail of the machine beneath him—the smooth low-end power, the violent high-end bursts, and the superb comfort of the riding position.

What impressed him most was the bike’s excellent electronic controls, which kept it stable even during tilts and fishtails, automatically correcting itself to avoid accidents.

He wasn’t out to show off or push limits; safety came first.

The tires spun effortlessly along the smooth roads, the wind rushing past and brushing against his skin through his clothes.

Behind the helmet, Tang Song’s face beamed with joy, his eyebrows relaxed, his smile bright.

Up ahead, Cheng Qiuqiu was fully focused. She used the intercom to alert him of curves, turns, or uneven road conditions.

The group of ten-plus bikes roared down the scenic route, crossing the Zilong Bridge and reaching the banks of the Hutuo River.

The tranquil river reflected the cloudy sky, bordered by lush greenery and blooming flowers. The scene unfolded like a painting—shaded paths, endless fields, and colorful blossoms.

With a silver saddle and a white steed, the riders charged forward like meteors streaking through the sky.

Tang Song felt as if he had fused with the bike, gliding over the road like a bird in flight. The perfect control and sheer exhilaration lit up his expression.

They occasionally stopped along the way. On the shaded riverside roads, the sounds of chirping birds, rustling leaves, and buzzing insects created a serene harmony.

Taking a deep breath, the crisp, fresh air filled his lungs, invigorating him completely.

It seemed as though all of Tang Song's troubles and pressures had been cast far away, leaving only a profound love and reverence for the beauty of the world around him.

Cheng Qiuqiu finally let out a genuine smile, her words flowing more freely, reminiscent of her lively presence during Su Yu’s fan rally.

Watching this scene unfold, Tang Song seemed to gain some insight into her emotions.

Under the shade of a tree, Zhao Yue’s heavy makeup had been smudged by sweat, leaving patches of uneven complexion on her face. Her eyeshadow had spread, creating a messy, smeared look. Hastily touching up her makeup, she glanced at Tang Song and Qiuqiu chatting by their motorcycles.

Biting her lip, Zhao Yue took out her phone and snapped a picture of them. Opening WeChat, she selected her pre-trip selfies—enhanced with beauty filters—and a few riding shots she’d taken along the way.

She uploaded them all to her Moments, sprinkling in the picture of Tang Song and Qiuqiu.

Her caption read:

“Chasing passion, embracing mountains and seas! The allure of riding is irresistible (#smile).”

The photo of Tang Song and Qiuqiu was cleverly composed, making them appear to be standing intimately close, laughing and chatting, with an air of ambiguous chemistry.

Zhao Yue had Tian Jing on WeChat, and this post was tailored for her to see.

Soon, the group set off again.

At the next stop, Zhao Yue checked her WeChat. The comments and likes were all from her department colleagues, and without exception, they were praising "President Tang."

But Tian Jing hadn’t reacted or commented, leaving Zhao Yue feeling disappointed.

Her eyes darted as she opened Tian Jing’s chat window and sent her the photo directly, adding:

“Manager Tian, I ran into President Tang on a ride today. He was with another woman, and they seemed very close. Just thought I’d give you a heads-up.”

After sending the message, Zhao Yue touched up her makeup again and sauntered over to Li Junyi, making a deliberate effort to accentuate her curves and appear more attractive.

“Ding-dong—” The WeChat notification sound snapped her attention back to her phone.

Her brow twitched as she read Tian Jing’s reply:

【HR - Tian Jing: “w(ﾟДﾟ)w!! Tang Song looks so handsome in that outfit, and with such a cool expression too! I’m in love! I’m in love! I’m on vacation in Wushan right now, but Zhao Yue, could you take more photos of him for me? And also of the pretty girl next to him! Thanks!”】

【HR - Tian Jing: {red envelope}】

Looking at the reply and the attached red envelope, Zhao Yue was stunned. This development was completely unexpected.

After a moment’s thought, she sent another message:

“Manager Tian, are you two fighting? He’s out with another woman, and he didn’t even tell you?”

The phone buzzed again:

【HR - Tian Jing: “Our relationship has always been great. Why would he need to tell me where he’s going?”】

Zhao Yue froze, at a loss for words.

In Wushan City, at a private beach along the Golden Coast...

“Hey, Xiao Jing, what’s got you so engrossed?” Qin Hua approached with two glasses of freshly squeezed, chilled juice and sat down beside her.

Xiao Jing took a sip of the juice, her eyes still on her phone. “Oh, nothing.”

Her gaze remained fixed on the screen. Of course, she understood Zhao Yue’s petty intentions. She was just playing along to amuse herself, imagining Zhao Yue’s frustration and irritation.

She sipped her juice again, her smile widening as she opened the photo.

In the image, Tang Song stood tall in his riding suit, exuding effortless confidence. His bright features and carefree demeanor radiated a bold and youthful energy.

Unlike the gentle, reserved Tang Song of the past, today’s version of him hit all of Xiao Jing’s sweet spots.

As for the woman beside him? Xiao Jing didn’t care one bit. Love was between her and Tang Song. Everyone else was just background noise.

Even if Tang Song were dating two women at the same time… well, she wouldn’t mind too much. After all, she’d seen plenty of “one king, two queens” storylines in anime.

Her gaze lingered on his long, strong fingers. Xiao Jing squirmed slightly, her pale cheeks tinged with a rosy blush.

She typed a message to Tang Song: “Song, I want to see your hands.”

“Ding-dong—”

【Song: hand_selfie.jpg】

【Song: “Xiao Jing, enjoying your time at the beach? Send me some photos.”】

...

“Knock-knock.” Qin Hua tapped lightly on the table.

With a sigh, she said, “Xiao Jing, give it some thought. Tell your boyfriend to quit that livestream e-commerce stuff. Now that he’s the CTO of Jinxiu Commerce, he should aim to join Zhongcheng Group. It’s a better move than letting your cousin control the company’s future.”

“Remember, Zhongcheng Group is valued at nearly 3 billion, with substantial backing in real industries. It’s better for your future.”

Xiao Jing looked up, studying Qin Hua for a long moment before replying earnestly, “Right now, we’re just dating, free of any financial entanglements. When Lu Ziyue got her promotion, it was my decision. He’s never asked me for anything, and I wouldn’t demand anything from him either.”

Qin Hua pressed her lips together, silent but with a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

“Alright, Hua Hua, let’s not talk about this.” Xiao Jing stood up and waved her phone. “Come take some pretty pictures of me! I want to send them to my boyfriend.”

“Okay.”

They stepped outside the villa.

Standing on the sandy beach against the backdrop of clear waters and blue skies, Xiao Jing struck a sweet pose. Her swimsuit highlighted her slender, graceful figure beautifully.

Qin Hua adjusted Xiao Jing’s phone for the perfect angle.

“Click—”

The image froze in time.

As she looked at Xiao Jing’s genuinely happy smile, Qin Hua felt a brief pang of distraction.

There was a time when she, too, had been carefree like this. Perhaps settling down as a “white, rich, beautiful” woman and enjoying an ordinary, uneventful romance was true happiness.

But with a younger brother to think about and more to gain, she had no choice.

Even Xiao Jing, though happy now, had an uncertain future.

When wealth reaches a certain level, maintaining and passing it down is no simple task.

The Windrush Motorcycle Club, located near the historic Zhengding Ancient Town, rested on a quiet street corner.

The surrounding scenery was picturesque, with wide, open roads—perfect for motorcycle touring.

The club itself was expansive, boasting a modern industrial aesthetic. It featured a recreational area, meeting rooms, an equipment display section, a repair workshop, and a spacious parking lot. Truly a professional and well-equipped establishment.

As noon approached, the riding group trickled into the parking lot one by one. Helmets came off, bikes were locked, and the riders grouped up, heading towards the recreational area.

Tang Song stretched and removed his riding suit. Even though it was a breathable design, wearing such heavy gear in summer was still stifling. Despite benefiting from the special cooling effect of his Summer Whispers outfit, he was still drenched in sweat—though far better off than the others, thanks to its “heat-resistant” effect.

“Tang Song,” Qiuqiu called softly from beside him. She took a pack of wet wipes out of her bag, pulled one out, and handed it to him. “Wipe off; it’ll feel better.”

“Thanks, QQ.”

Tang Song accepted the wipe with a smile, dabbing at his forehead and arms. The coolness refreshed him immediately. Then, with a playful look, he teased, “Don’t you think our outfits match today? We almost look like a couple.”

Without her protective gear, Qiuqiu was dressed in a plain white T-shirt, light blue jeans, and white sneakers. Coincidentally, Tang Song’s Summer Whispers ensemble consisted of a white shirt, light blue jeans, and white sneakers. Standing together, their outfits did resemble a couple’s coordinated look.

Qiuqiu froze briefly, her smile slightly stiff as she responded, “Our band usually dresses like this.” She awkwardly changed the subject, “By the way, I have chocolate and Snickers in my bag. Lunch from the restaurant hasn’t arrived yet, so if you’re hungry, you can have some.”

She unzipped her bag and pulled out a Snickers bar.

Just then, heavy footsteps approached.

Liu Wenning, clad in leather boots, walked over. Masking his simmering emotions with a facade of nonchalance, he remarked, “Qiuqiu, as expected, you brought snacks. We need to perform a song to liven up the atmosphere later, and I’m feeling a little lightheaded since I didn’t eat much this morning. Thanks.”

Without hesitation, he grabbed the Snickers bar as if it were his own, his casual attitude bordering on rude.

“And we need to get ready.” His gaze briefly flicked to Tang Song.

All the way here, Liu Wenning had watched Tang Song and Qiuqiu grow increasingly close, and his irritation had been mounting. First, it was Gao Mengting, and now it was Qiuqiu.

Still, because he didn’t want to upset Li Junyi—one of his main patrons as a bar singer—he had held himself back.

Molly approached, linking her arm with Liu Wenning’s and grinning, “Wenning, I heard Junyi’s instruments