Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 399: Secretary Jin’s Qixi Gift, the Fifth Dream Fragment

After reading the task description, Tang Song felt deeply offended.

He had already known from the item description that the "Magic Umbrella" was dirty, but he hadn't expected the special mission to be this special.

It was actually forcing him to be a scumbag?!

Sure, he had planned his Qixi schedule down to the minute, but nine? That was way too much!

How could anyone handle that?

And did he even have that many women he could be intimate with?

Tang Song mentally went through his list and suddenly looked a little awkward.

Maybe he did…

But still, he had originally planned for seven. Now, he had to add two more.

Only by experiencing the Magic Umbrella firsthand could he truly understand its power.

The item description stated that it "protected the player and their partner's safety"—and it wasn’t just a simple replacement for Durex. It provided real, comprehensive protection.

For example, Wen Ruan and the others had played ball with him countless times, yet none of them had ever had any gynecological issues.

According to Big Sis, every time they played, she always felt refreshed and comfortable afterward.

So, for the sake of his partners' health, he had no choice but to face his fears—he had to become a full-fledged scumbag, just this once.

Letting out a breath, Tang Song released Big Sis’s curvaceous body and pulled out the underwear stuffed in her mouth.

He sat up and grinned. "Zhuangzhuang, let’s take a shower. Then we’ll go for another round—I think I’m all warmed up now."

Lying on the yoga mat, Wen Ruan barely managed to wiggle her hips. "Get lost…"

Tang Song couldn't help but chuckle. Wrapping an arm around her slender waist and long legs, he flexed his muscles and effortlessly lifted her 130-pound frame.

Wen Ruan’s half-lidded, watery eyes flickered with apprehension as she looked at him, her body instinctively shrinking back at the feel of his taut muscles.

As they entered the master bedroom’s bathroom, she gritted her teeth and muttered, "You… You f**king… cheated, didn’t you…?"

Smack!

Tang Song gave her a slap on the butt. "Losers gotta admit defeat. Remember to sing Conquer for me tomorrow morning."

"Ouch!" Wen Ruan, too weak to resist, could only bite him in protest, her heart burning with frustration.

This wasn't normal.

She had set strict rules—Tang Song wasn’t allowed to use any tricks. It had been a pure test of skill, a hardcore battle of endurance.

With her experience, her body being at its peak, and the natural advantage women had over men, she had been confident in her victory.

Yet, she had lost. Completely.

And now, the soreness was unbearable—she definitely wasn’t going to work tomorrow.

Tang Song was like a damn beast, showing no signs of fatigue. He was even carrying her upstairs like this, princess style.

What kind of freak was he?

If he stayed in this state forever, she wouldn’t even have to object to him finding other women—she would gladly let him.

After a quick shower, Tang Song carried Big Sis’s bare, slippery body onto the soft bed, closing his eyes with a satisfied sigh.

August 22, 2023. Tuesday. Partly cloudy. 20–32°C.

Lunar Calendar: July 7.

Just past midnight.

In his sleep, Tang Song felt something warm pressing against his lips.

A sweet, soft fragrance filled his mouth.

Opening his eyes, he was met with a pair of bright, glistening eyes in the darkness.

A familiar voice whispered into his ear:

"I will never regret meeting you. Let's keep walking this path together. Happy Qixi. I love you."

Tang Song’s lips curled into a warm smile. "Happy Qixi, Ruan Ruan. I love you too."

"Sleep now. Goodnight." Wen Ruan, exhausted, murmured before shifting slightly to snuggle deeper into his embrace.

Soon, the sound of steady breathing filled the air.

She was completely drained, yet she had stubbornly stayed up until midnight.

Tang Song kissed her lightly on the cheek, then reached for his phone on the nightstand and opened WeChat.

He sent a message to Liu Qingning:

"Qingning, happy Qixi. I love you. Your gift is in the bottom-right drawer at the back of the wardrobe."

Everyone else had received their gifts in person. Only Liu Qingning, being in Deep City, had to get hers this way.

After a moment of thought, Tang Song sent another message, this time to Zhao Yaqian:

"Thank you for every little moment we've shared. My dear beauty consultant, happy Qixi!"

If Liu Qingning embodied his youth—the bittersweet, heart-pounding memories of first love—

Then Zhao Yaqian was his first real relationship.

With her, he had experienced love from the very beginning, step by step. She had given him her entire heart, unreservedly.

There would always be a hint of guilt in his heart when it came to her.

Putting down his phone, Tang Song tightened his arms around Big Sis’s soft, full body and quickly drifted into sleep.

Deep City.

6:30 AM.

The alarm rang right on time.

Liu Qingning opened her eyes, stretched lazily, and let out a small yawn.

She shut off the alarm and glanced around the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.

Her mind gradually cleared.

On Sunday morning, Tang Song had helped her move.

Even though she had only been in Deep City for less than a year—and with her busy work schedule—her rental apartment in Songping Village Phase 3 had always felt like a temporary stop.

In fact, she had little attachment to this city.

If she had any emotional ties at all, it was to a few colleagues, friends, and classmates.

But none of them were as important as Tang Song.

That was why she had never hesitated about buying a home in Yan City—so she could plan a future with him.

In the end, she chose to stay at Qingning Tech, to stay in Deep City, because her heart was in turmoil.

Tang Song’s sudden reappearance, his drastic transformation, the mysterious years of his past, and his current wealth and status—

All of it had shaken her to the core.

She needed time to calm down and truly think about their future.

Shaking her head, Liu Qingning pushed the thoughts away.

She picked up her phone and saw Tang Song’s message from midnight.

A smile unknowingly formed on her lips as she typed back:

"Happy Qixi."

Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she added:

"Thank you for the gift. I love you too."

Setting the phone down, Liu Qingning didn’t even bother putting on shoes before dashing straight to the wardrobe.

She opened the drawer Tang Song had mentioned.

A beautiful red gift box immediately came into view.

Gold thread embroidered an intricate image of the Qixi bridge across the top.

Lifting the lid, she found a comb nestled within gold silk lining.

24K solid gold, smooth and radiant, its shape elegant and refined, every curve and detail meticulously crafted.

The back of the comb was adorned with sparkling gemstones, arranged with exquisite precision.

Liu Qingning picked it up and ran it through her hair.

Her gaze softened, warmth filling her eyes.

In ancient times, combs had been a common gift for Qixi—a token of love and commitment.

It Symbolizes a Lifetime Together, an Unwavering Promise.

It represented a commitment to walking through life hand in hand, never abandoning each other.

Liu Qingning stared at the comb for a long while before carefully placing it back into the drawer.

She changed into her workout clothes and stepped out of the bedroom.

The moment she reached the living room, a warm and friendly voice greeted her.

"Miss Qingning, you're awake. Breakfast is ready—I’ve set it out for you in the dining room."

"Thank you, Aunt Mei."

"It’s my pleasure. No need to be so polite with me."

Liu Qingning smiled and nodded before walking into the dining room.

On the table, a meticulously prepared breakfast awaited her.

Corn, sweet potatoes, shrimp, ham slices, hot milk…

All fresh, high-quality ingredients—delicious, plentiful, and perfectly balanced for nutrition.

Aunt Mei was the housekeeper Mo Xiangwan had arranged for her. She was under a ten-year contract with the company, primarily responsible for maintaining this apartment and cooking for Su Yu.

Now that Liu Qingning had moved in, Aunt Mei was hers as well.

As she enjoyed the lavish breakfast, Liu Qingning casually asked, "Does Su Yu eat this much for breakfast too?"

Aunt Mei nodded with a smile. "Yes, Miss Su Yu always eats the most and the best for breakfast. No matter how tight her schedule is, she makes sure to finish her meal properly. She once said, ‘Breakfast is half of life.’"

"Mhm, Su Yu makes a good point."

As the morning light brightened the sky, Liu Qingning continued eating while gazing at the stunning sea view of Deep City Bay.

She deeply felt the beauty that material comfort brought to life.

Ding-dong—

The WeChat notification sounded.

Liu Qingning picked up her phone and glanced at the message, momentarily pausing.

[Cheng Qingfeng: “Good morning, Qingning. I heard from Ziying that you’re joining Qingning Tech, and not just that—you’ll be leading Qingmi AI.

I know how much you crave personal growth and self-fulfillment. This is a great opportunity for you, and I’m truly happy for you.

A friend of mine works in the government sector in Gui Province, and they’re launching a major AI + Agriculture project. He invited me to collaborate, and the terms he’s offering are very generous.

As you know, I grew up in rural Gui Province. I have a deep love for that land, and I finally have the means to give back to my hometown. So, I decided to take the offer.

I’ve packed my things, and I’ll be leaving Deep City shortly.

Thank you for your companionship over the years. I hope we both continue to grow and find happiness. Goodbye.”]

Liu Qingning put down her chopsticks and reread the message several times.

She then carefully typed a reply:

"Thank you, Qingfeng, for taking care of me these past few years. Wishing you a smooth journey ahead. May you find fulfillment in your passion. Looking forward to our next meeting."

She had always had a good impression of Cheng Qingfeng.

Over the years, they had shared a close friendship and had gotten along exceptionally well.

However, unlike Tang Song, her heart only had room for one person.

Meanwhile—

Tang Song pinched Wen Ruan’s lips.

"Come on, say it. I wanna hear it."

Wen Ruan’s body shivered slightly as she rolled her eyes at him seductively. With no other choice, she pouted and cooed, "Tang Song-gege is so handsome today, so charming. I’m absolutely in love with you, mwa~"

Tang Song laughed and planted a deep kiss on her lips.

A soft green glow flashed before his eyes.

His system panel updated immediately:

[Mission Progress: 1/9]

Even though Big Sis sounded like she was teasing, her words were sincere—and that sincerity was enough for the Magic Umbrella to recognize.

"Alright, Zhuangzhuang, your gift will be delivered today. Keep an eye on your messages."

"Mhm." Wen Ruan lazily stretched her body.

"Bye-bye. I’m taking the BMW 330i."

"Hurry up and leave! I’m exhausted from all your torment. Don’t you dare come looking for me tonight—go find whoever you want, however many you want."

Tang Song bantered with her a bit more before heading out.

As she watched his figure disappear, Wen Ruan finally withdrew her gaze, feeling reluctant to let go.

She picked up her phone and messaged her assistant, Zhang Xintong, telling her to organize the work documents that needed her attention.

After last night’s indulgence, she had zero desire to go to work.

She had just returned from a business trip, and as the Executive Director and President, she figured she deserved a day off.

Besides, most of her responsibilities were now delegated to the assistant team. Her job would only get easier from here on out.

Life was great.

Just then, her besties' group chat suddenly buzzed with activity.

[Zhang Zi: "@Zhuangzhuang, our Tang Dong just messaged me—he’s giving me the day off today so I can spend time with you. Thanks, Boss Lady, for scoring me a free vacation! Now I can sleep in."]

[Hu Mingli: "Aaaah! I’m so jealous! It’s a freaking Tuesday, and you get to take the day off?! Unfair!"]

[Zhang Ziqi: "(#CoversMouthLaugh) You can always ask your Tang Dong for the same favor—who knows, he might agree."]

[Hu Mingli: "I’m on it! After all, I am the matchmaker who brought them together."]

[Hu Mingli: "WOOHOO! It worked! Tang Dong said yes—day off for me too, hehe."]

[Wen Ruan: "@Qiqi @Mingli, get back to work! No slacking! Especially you, Ziqi. Overtime at the Marketing Department—make my Tang Song more money, that’s the real priority!"]

After playfully teasing her friends, Wen Ruan leaned back with a contented smile.

That bastard probably worried she’d feel lonely on Qixi, so he arranged for some fun distractions.

Gotta admit—he was pretty thoughtful.

Yanjing Tiancheng – Luxury Apartment

Back home, Tang Song went straight to the storage room and pulled out the pile of luxury goods he had bought at Deep City’s MixC Mall.

If he was going to meet his girlfriends on Qixi and hear their sweet praises, gifts were mandatory.

Luckily, he had bought plenty of stuff—enough variety to suit everyone.

Speaking of gifts, Littlejing had taken the train back to Yan City last night. She had asked him to meet her for lunch and mentioned she had a little present for him.

Riiing—

Suddenly, his phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number from out of town.

Tang Song’s eyes flickered. He answered immediately.

"Hello, this is Tang Song."

A calm and professional male voice came through the receiver:

"Good morning, Mr. Tang. This is a representative from Shengtang Security. We’ve arrived at Yanjing Tiancheng with your three commissioned shipments. Would you be available to sign for them now?"

"Yes, I’m available."

"Understood. We’ll drive directly to the underground parking lot of your building. We’ll be there shortly."

"Got it. See you soon."

Ending the call, Tang Song stood up and headed for the door.

His couple’s outfits, along with Secretary Jin and Su Yu’s Qixi gifts, had finally arrived!

After changing his shoes, he took the elevator to B1.

As he stepped out of the residential lobby, he spotted a closed cargo truck slowly approaching, hazard lights blinking.

It wasn’t a large vehicle—about the size of an armored cash transport.

The jet-black exterior bore the bold lettering: "Shengtang Security."

A security company he had personally created within the game.

Shengtang Security was a professional full-service security provider.

Their operations spanned security services, armed transport, and security system engineering, with branches established in major provinces and cities nationwide.

Yancheng’s Jindun Security also had close ties with this company—it was essentially a subsidiary of Shengtang Security.

Soon, the vehicle came to a smooth stop beside him.

The doors opened, and several security personnel in black suits stepped out—each of them tall, muscular, and maintaining a serious demeanor.

"Good day, Mr. Tang!" The young man in the lead bowed slightly in greeting.

Tang Song nodded lightly. "Hello."

The cargo truck’s rear doors were swiftly unlocked, revealing three securely packed boxes that were carefully unloaded.

After briefly checking the integrity of the packages, he confirmed that everything was in order.

The security team then carried the boxes into his luxury apartment.

Thud—

The front door gently clicked shut.

Tang Song looked at the three boxes—two small, one large—his face filled with excitement.

The monetary value was irrelevant. What truly mattered was that these were Qixi gifts from his in-game companions.

Especially Secretary Jin, who had been by his side for so many years—he was particularly eager to see what she had prepared.

Grabbing a utility knife from the entryway, Tang Song approached the largest box and carefully sliced through the tape.

This gift had been sent by Mira—Secretary Jin’s English name.

Lifting the lid, he found the interior lined with soft pastel pink cushioning, each pad about three centimeters thick, offering excellent protection.

At the very top was a greeting card.

The delicate handwriting was instantly recognizable—it was the same elegant script he had seen before in Secretary Jin’s apartment.

Tang Song picked it up and began to read, only for his expression to instantly freeze in embarrassment.

"Qixi is approaching. Wishing you and your lovers a joyous festival.

To help you better maintain your relationships, I have custom-ordered ten ‘Qixi Gift Boxes’ for you.

Su Yu has already arranged for an appropriate gift on your behalf—it will be delivered alongside your trust fund contract.

Additionally, I have prepared some condoms and specially formulated sildenafil tablets for you.

I hope you have a fulfilling and blissful Valentine’s Day.

—Secretary Jin."

Tang Song closed the card immediately, his face alternating between red and white—it felt like Secretary Jin was mocking and misunderstanding him at the same time.

First of all, he absolutely did NOT need Viagra!!

Secretary Jin had no idea just how powerful he truly was!

Secondly, the trust fund contract was something he had only just discussed with Luo Bin in the past two days. That meant Secretary Jin’s gift arrangements may have been changed at the last minute.

And not just for Su Yu—it might have involved other women as well.

Most importantly, this was definitely her way of expressing jealousy and anger.

Tang Song sighed and set the card aside.

Lifting the soft protective padding, he found a black cardboard box at the center. Surrounding it were several platinum-colored luxury gift boxes, each neatly separated by thick padding.