Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 333: Transform, Qian Lele!

At Isha Beauty Salon.

Tang Song reclined lazily on a black leather styling chair. The hairstylist leaned slightly forward, carefully trimming his eyebrows first. Then, with scissors in hand, her fingers flitted like nimble butterfly wings through his hair.

“Snip, snip, snip—” The sharp, rhythmic sound of the scissors snapped crisply in his ears.

The electric clippers carved out clean, smooth lines. Gradually, the outline of the hairstyle began to take shape.

After a while, the stylist, a woman in her 30s, softly remarked, “Mr. Tang, your styling is complete. Please take a look and let me know if there’s anything that needs adjusting.”

Tang Song opened his eyes, the corners of his lips lifting into a satisfied smile. After being optimized with the system's special items, his hair texture had reached a superior level—jet black, silky, and radiantly shiny. Even without hair wax for styling, it looked naturally voluminous and layered, exuding effortless charm.

As a professional hairstylist in a high-end beauty salon like Isha, her skills were undoubtedly top-notch. The tousled yet tidy haircut perfectly complemented his facial features.

His bangs parted slightly at the front, cascading softly to partially conceal his deep, luminous eyes.

He unconsciously radiated an air of pristine handsomeness—gentle yet mysterious.

In her eyes, Tang Song already carried a glowing filter. Now, with his refined look, he seemed even more strikingly dashing—so much so that she wanted to leap forward and kiss him on the spot.

“Indeed, it’s pretty good. I’m very pleased,” Tang Song nodded.

The hairstylist behind him quickly added, “As long as Mr. Tang and Miss Lin are satisfied! Mr. Tang, please head over to rinse your hair, and I’ll blow it dry for you.”

“Alright.”

After a soothing rinse and scalp massage, Tang Song returned to his seat.

With the hairdryer roaring, his hair danced and curled under the warm wind. Now, it looked even more fresh and airy.

After tidying up her tools, the hairstylist said in a low voice, “Goodbye, Mr. Tang, Miss Lin. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.”

Lin Muxue clasped her hands in front of her, glancing at the stylist with appreciation. “Thank you for your hard work. I’ll let Sister Yurong know. From now on, if Mr. Tang or I come for a haircut, it’ll be in your hands.”

“Thank you so much for your recognition, Miss Lin! I deeply appreciate it!” The hairstylist bowed deeply, her face beaming with delight.

Having worked at Isha Beauty for years, she had her own social circles and information networks. Naturally, she was aware of Lin Muxue’s unique status.

With just a few words from Lin to the boss, she didn’t expect promotions or raises, but at the very least, her job security would skyrocket. Unless the salon closed down, she wouldn’t need to worry about being laid off.

As the stylist’s figure disappeared, Lin Muxue glanced at the tranquil VIP room. She spoke softly, “Tang Song, the makeup artist has been arranged, and this VIP suite won’t accommodate any other guests today.”

Tang Song nodded gently, standing up to meet her gaze. Lin Muxue pursed her lips, her face slightly reddening.

It had been half a month since they’d last seen each other—she’d missed him so much.

A faint smile tugged at Tang Song’s lips as he stepped closer. Lin Muxue let out a small gasp as he embraced her. Her body softened immediately, and she hurriedly placed her hands on his shoulders for support. “What are you doing? Don’t be like this…”

Although she feigned a dignified protest, her body made no move to resist.

After a while, Tang Song released her and moved to the sink, rinsing his hands briefly.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He dried his hands, pulled it out, and glanced at the screen, his expression turning surprised.

Was Qian Lele inviting him? To her classmate’s birthday party?

Initially, his plan had been to pick her up after work, bring her here for a makeover, and then drop her off at the party. He hadn’t planned on attending personally.

Before he could ask anything, he saw Qian Lele’s message disappear.

Immediately after, a notification appeared:

[“Qian Lele” has retracted a message.]

With his understanding of this college friend, Tang Song instantly pieced it together.

She’d probably sent the message on impulse, wanting to invite him to the party so she’d have someone to chat with. But after sending it, she might have worried about imposing on him and retracted the invitation out of nervousness.

In his mind’s eye, he could vividly picture Qian Lele’s anxious, hesitant, and conflicted expression.

He made up his mind at once. Since he was helping her fulfill a wish, he might as well do it thoroughly. It would serve as a perfect conclusion to their half-month interaction.

Without replying to her, Tang Song turned to look at Xiaoxue. He spoke calmly, “You can head to Yanjing Huating and spend some time with Qianqian. Later, both of you can relax in the Yanjing Tiancheng media room, watch some movies, or play games. I’ll be home a bit later tonight.”

Lin Muxue froze for a moment, then quickly grasped his meaning.

Tang Song was suggesting she go with her beautician friend to his luxury apartment.

At the thought, her heart began racing wildly.

Of course, she didn’t interpret Tang Song’s words as an invitation for some unspeakable activity. After all, that particular boundary hadn’t been crossed yet.

But who’s to say she wouldn’t get her chance to enjoy his company once the beautician left?

Running her fingers lightly through her wavy hair, she feigned composure. “Alright. Qianqian and I have both been quite busy lately, so tonight will be a nice chance to unwind.”

Stay in character! Stay in character! Stay in character!

She reminded herself three times.

After all, Lin Muxue was supposed to be a classy and reserved urban elite woman. She totally didn’t understand what Tang Song was implying!

But, if you on inviting me to play games, I guess I wouldn’t have a choice!

“Let’s go. Drop me off at the Normal University area first,” Tang Song said, giving Xiaoxue a playful pat on the backside before heading for the door.

Normal University Faculty Apartments.

Tang Song hadn’t brought much with him when he arrived. Apart from a few changes of clothes, most of what he had were books and printed documents.

Now that the knowledge had been absorbed into his mind, there was no need to carry them around anymore.

He packed his clothes into a 24-inch suitcase and stepped into the living room. Glancing around the familiar surroundings, a faint sense of nostalgia flickered in his eyes.

Although his time here hadn’t been long, it had been fulfilling. The system instances had occasionally refreshed with new features, and the days were lively and productive.

Not to mention, there was Qian Lele’s kind and simple-hearted presence, which had left him with pleasant memories.

But it didn’t matter—this place belonged to Jiang Yourong. He could always visit in the future.

Pulling his suitcase downstairs, he exited the residential complex and walked to the paid parking lot nearby.

In the rain-washed lot, the elegant and majestic Bentley Continental rested quietly, as though lying in wait.

Thanks to the heavy rains of the past two days, the car looked unusually clean, sparing him the trouble of washing it.

After loading his suitcase into the trunk, he wiped the windows with a towel. Tang Song slid back into the soft and comfortable driver’s seat, gripping the cool, smooth steering wheel. A bright smile spread across his face.

“Vroom—” The engine roared to life.

The car disappeared into the rainy mist.

At Shimmer Coffee.

“Lele, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” Zhao Hongxia asked gently, noticing Qian Lele staring blankly at a book, lost in thought.

As a part-time baker, Lele had always been diligent and meticulous, never slacking off in her work. This left Zhao Hongxia with a great impression of her, as she was always a reliable worker.

Startled, Qian Lele snapped back to reality. “Oh, no, nothing’s wrong. I’m fine! I still have half an hour before I’m off work. Let me go clean up a bit.”

Without waiting for a reply, Lele quickly stood up, put the book back on the shelf, and began tidying up the bakery room. Her movements, however, were slightly sluggish, her face showing hints of nervousness and hesitation.

Zhao Hongxia shook her head but refrained from prying further. Having been her age once, she could see through the anxiety and uncertainty on Lele’s face. But as a mere coworker, it wasn’t her place to meddle.

“Lele, Lele!” Waitress Nana walked in briskly, whispering with a grin, “I just served some customers, and guess what? Two of them were asking about you again. Both are office workers from Morning Star Tower, and one of them is super handsome!”

Lele nodded absentmindedly.

After working part-time here for over three months, she had gotten used to situations like this. The coffee shop’s fitted uniform, combined with her natural beauty, often drew attention. Occasionally, some customers even boldly approached her to chat or ask for her WeChat.

“I’m telling you, he’s really good-looking, and his vibe is amazing too! I saw his name badge—he works at Beiruan Group,” Nana said, looking at Lele enviously.

Beiruan Group was a private Fortune 500 company. Its branch in Yan City occupied two entire floors of Morning Star Tower. It was a true corporate powerhouse, known for treating its employees exceptionally well.

As a business-focused coffee shop, this branch frequently catered to Beiruan Group, often receiving bulk orders. Nana had delivered coffee to their offices a few times and vividly remembered the luxurious interiors.

Hearing this, Zhao Hongxia’s curiosity was piqued. She leaned in gossipily. “Where? Where is he sitting? Let me take a look!”

Giggling, Nana dragged Lele over to the glass wall and pointed discreetly toward a window-side seat. “Over there, the one in the coffee-colored jacket. Isn’t he handsome?”

“Wow!” Zhao Hongxia exclaimed. “He’s got it all—works at a top company, looks sharp and cultured. Too bad I’m too old for this. Otherwise, I’d have gone over and struck up a conversation myself.”

The man sat upright, impeccably dressed, with clean and attractive features. A company badge hung around his neck, adding to his scholarly and refined demeanor.

Lele also glanced over, quietly agreeing. “He’s handsome.”

“How about this: you take a dessert over to him? That way, you’ll have a perfectly natural reason to start talking!” Nana nudged Lele’s arm excitedly.

Lele immediately shook her head. “No, I don’t have any intentions like that.”

“Alright, alright,” Nana sighed enviously. “If it were me, I’d definitely go over. He’s such a charming guy.”

Lele lowered her head in silence and continued tidying up the bakery room, her thoughts drifting back to the message she had sent earlier.

She wasn’t sure if Tang Song had seen it.

It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, an impulsive act fueled by a rush of emotion. Now, she couldn’t summon the courage to bring it up again.

In fact, she was already dreading seeing him later—what if he asked her about it? How was she supposed to respond?

Yanjing Tiancheng – Luxury Apartment.

Tang Song strolled into the opulent walk-in closet, his fingers brushing over rows of neatly hung clothes. After some thought, he selected an outfit he liked and began changing at a leisurely pace.

Dark slacks, a white base-layer T-shirt, and a navy blue casual blazer over the top. It was an outfit that balanced comfort with a touch of business formality.

Standing before the mirror, he admired his reflection.

With his outstanding physique, high-quality attire, and freshly styled hair, he looked nothing short of stunning. A genuinely dashing young man!

Tang Song smirked at his reflection, indulging in a moment of vanity before opening the watch cabinet.

He took out the Patek Philippe 5961P gifted by Su Yu—a timepiece worth over 1.5 million yuan—and fastened it around his wrist.

As part of Patek Philippe’s high-end dress watch series, this piece was the perfect match for his blazer. Its alligator leather strap fit snugly against his fair, smooth skin, while the matte blue dial and baguette diamond markers added a fashionable yet distinctive touch to his outfit.

Raising his wrist, Tang Song checked the time. There were only 30 minutes left until Lele finished work—it was about time to head over.

Before leaving, he casually grabbed a beautifully packaged gift box from the cabinet. Inside was an LV hairband worth around 3,000 yuan.

It was one of many luxury gifts he’d purchased while shopping with Xiaoxue. He had given out most of them already, and only a few were left.

Perhaps it was time to restock during his next shopping trip. After all, with so many female friends in his life, who knew when he might need another gift?

After gathering his things, he headed down to the underground garage.

Tang Song got into his Bentley Continental and started driving toward Shimmer Coffee (Morning Star Tower branch).

The rain had stopped at some point, leaving the entire city feeling fresh and clean, like it had just been washed.

Relaxing music played through the car’s 20 Naim speakers. Tang Song tapped his fingers along to the rhythm, his gaze taking in the post-rain tranquility of Yan City. He was utterly at ease.

As closing time approached.

Lele quickly changed out of her work uniform and grabbed her backpack.

In addition to bidding farewell to Tang Song, she needed to shower, change into her new little black dress, and freshen herself up. After a day’s work, she smelled of cake and coffee.

She had never used makeup before, so her idea of “freshening up” was limited to fixing her hair, applying skincare cream, and a dab of lipstick.

“Zhao-jie, I’m heading out. See you tomorrow!”

“Bye! The rain’s stopped, so hurry on home,” Zhao Hongxia replied, patting Lele on the back. She teased, “Oh, by the way, that handsome guy from Beiruan Group is still here. He even ordered your madeleines—who knows, he might make a move on you later!”

Blushing, Lele replied shyly, “Zhao-jie, stop joking around.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop,” Zhao Hongxia chuckled.

Lele pressed her lips together, turned, and started walking out.

“Bye, Nana.”

“Bye, bye!”

As Lele said her goodbyes to her coworkers at the front desk and was about to leave, a young man suddenly appeared in front of her.

“Hello, Miss Baker. Can I add you on WeChat?”

It was the very same handsome guy from Beiruan Group that Nana had pointed out earlier.

With a warm smile and a gentle tone, he made a great first impression.

The coworkers nearby exchanged envious glances, fully understanding each other’s feelings.

Nana nudged Lele playfully, grinning. “Handsome guy, if Lele doesn’t agree, I can give you WeChat instead. Consider it a little customer service courtesy from our coffee shop!”

“Well, that sounds like a win for me either way!” The man chuckled and turned to Lele. “So, Miss Baker, what do you say?”

Lele had grown used to situations like this but still felt a bit nervous and awkward. She lowered her head slightly and was about to respond when—

The café’s front door was gently pushed open.

At this time of day, the café was at its quietest.

The servers at the front counter immediately greeted warmly, “Welcome!”

Their gazes locked on the new arrival, eyes lighting up with admiration.

All attention was drawn to him.

He stood tall and elegant, with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and long legs. His straight nose and thin lips, combined with his dark, striking brows, created a handsome yet cool and distant aura.

The finely tailored blazer hung slightly open, revealing a white T-shirt underneath, faintly outlining the contours of toned muscles beneath.

It exuded an indescribable masculine allure.

This was the ultimate heartthrob template—the ideal model.

Soft, involuntary sounds of people swallowing came from all around.

Noticing the unusual atmosphere, Qian Lele looked up instinctively.

Her gaze wavered, and she subconsciously rubbed her eyes.

Her lips parted slightly, plump and dewy, as her thoughts spun in confusion.

Was this… Tang Song?

It was clearly him—same physique, same handsome face—but with a different hairstyle and outfit. Yet, the impression he left was worlds apart, especially his aura.

If his previous presence resembled a calm and focused top student at school, his current self was like a poised and commanding leader in the corporate world.

Just standing there, he commanded an air of dominance no one could ignore.

The sound of hard-soled shoes tapping against the polished wooden floor rang out crisply—“tap, tap, tap.”

Tang Song walked forward calmly, his face adorned with a fresh and captivating smile as he looked at Qian Lele.

“Off work already?”

“Shh-shh-shh—” All eyes turned toward the dumbstruck Qian Lele.

The handsome guy from Beiruan Group hesitated, awkwardly stepping aside.

Even Zhao Hongxia, who had been in the baking room, poked her head out, stunned at the sight of the two standing together.

Qian Lele stammered, overwhelmed, “Off work… um, Brother Song, you…”

“Didn’t we agree to meet at 4?” Tang Song smiled as he reached out to hold her wrist. “Let’s go. I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

He then gave a polite nod to the nearby staff and gently led Qian Lele through the café’s doors.

The employees quickly gathered near the entrance, their gazes following the pair to the adjacent parking lot.

Through the café’s wide, bright floor-to-ceiling windows, they could see a luxurious Bentle