Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 483: Slightly Tipsy, Pinky Swear, and the Legendary Jin Meixiao

Noticing his gaze, Gao Mengting turned her head and asked casually, “Got your luggage settled?”

“Mm.” Tang Song nodded lightly, walked over to her side, and sat down on the bed naturally.

“Wait a sec, I’m almost done.” Gao Mengting smiled gently and kept tidying up.

“No rush, take your time.”

Tang Song quietly watched her graceful figure, a soft smile on his face.

The atmosphere, without them realizing, started to feel a little flirty.

Cheng Qiuqiu quietly closed the door and stepped aside, her hands twisting nervously together.

At this moment, she clearly felt that... she was in the way.

After putting away the things she didn’t need for now, Gao Mengting clapped her hands, “Done!”

“Alright then. Since I’m the local, I’ll reluctantly show you around.” Gao Mengting chuckled and then looked at Qiuqiu standing in the corner. “Qiuqiu, wanna come with us?”

They were living together after all—it’d be rude not to ask.

“No, it’s fine.” Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, eyes lowered. “I’m not feeling too well. Bit tired. Gonna lie down for a bit.”

“Okay, then we’re off. Get some rest. There’s hot water ready over there.”

Gao Mengting grabbed a light jacket from the rack, slipped it on, put her phone in her pocket, and made a “GO” gesture at Tang Song.

This time of year, Wushan’s nighttime temperatures hovered around fifteen or sixteen degrees. With the sea breeze, it was actually a little chilly.

Tang Song glanced at Qiuqiu, nodded at her, and walked out of the room.

Click—the door closed softly.

The hallway lights were warm and quiet as the two walked briskly toward the elevator.

Gao Mengting turned slightly, concerned. “You didn’t eat much on the train. Hungry? Want me to take you for a bite?”

“No need. I ate a lot for breakfast and lunch. I usually eat light at night.”

Gao Mengting asked curiously, “Trying to lose weight? Keep your figure? I remember when we first met, you were a bit chubbier.”

“Heh, exactly.” Tang Song leaned in and whispered, “Secret between us—I’ve got eight-pack abs now. Even my V-line’s showing.”

Gao Mengting covered her mouth and laughed, “Bs.”

Tang Song raised a brow. “Why would I lie? If you don’t believe me, come to my room tonight—I’ll show you.”

At his words, Gao Mengting instinctively glanced at his lower abs, her face turning beet red. “Get lost. I’m not falling for that.”

She didn’t know if he really had an eight-pack, but his body was undeniably great.

In fact, she often had spring dreams because this partner of hers was just way too physically tempting.

It was a kind of genetic-level attraction.

“Wanna feel for yourself?” Tang Song lightly brushed her hand.

Gao Mengting bit her lip and quickly changed the subject, “Elevator’s here, hurry up. Be careful—we might run into coworkers.”

Their relationship wasn’t public at the company.

Mostly because it might not look good.

Most companies don’t support coworkers dating, and as the bosses, they couldn’t be the ones setting a bad example.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and the small space instantly quieted.

Tang Song stood next to her, his gaze drifting subtly to her side profile.

Gao Mengting seemed to sense it, slightly turned her head, pretending to focus on the changing floor numbers.

There was a faint, unspoken tension in the air, making even breathing feel unusually clear.

A hand suddenly landed on her waist, warm and slender fingers resting on her hip.

A jolt of something indescribable made Gao Mengting tremble slightly, but she didn’t say anything.

Ding—the elevator suddenly stopped on the 11th floor.

Gao Mengting quickly scooted a bit to the side, pretending to adjust her hair.

A few coworkers from the Operations Department appeared at the door.

“President Tang! President Gao!” “President Tang.”...

“Hey there! You guys heading out?” Gao Mengting dropped her hands in front of her and greeted them gracefully.

“Yeah, we’re going to check out the sea.”

“And grab some barbecue on the way.”

The elevator kept descending and finally stopped on the first floor of the hotel.

With a sweet, gentle smile, Gao Mengting was just about to step out when someone lightly patted her butt.

She turned around and met Tang Song’s teasing look.

A little inside joke only the two of them shared started to bubble up.

Under the warm light, Gao Mengting’s face instantly turned bright red. She couldn’t help but poke him with a finger, then hurried out the door.

After saying goodbye to their coworkers in the lobby—

Tang Song pointed in a direction. “There’s a lounge over there. Let’s grab a couple drinks. I bet the beach is packed with coworkers right now.”

Gao Mengting pretended not to get the hint and said, “Isn’t that perfect? The more, the merrier.”

“Just trust me. Let’s go, local guide.”

Gao Mengting muttered something under her breath and followed along “reluctantly.”

In the cozy and romantic hotel lounge—

Dim lighting spilled across the wooden tables and chairs, casting a soft glow.

Outside the window was the night sea, its shimmering waves reflecting silver under the moonlight.

At this hour, the lounge wasn’t crowded.

They chose a table by the window.

Tang Song pulled out a chair and gestured for Gao Mengting to sit. “What do you want to drink?”

“Whatever. Just nothing too strong.” Gao Mengting glanced around curiously.

She’d hardly been to bars or nightclubs—at most just shared a few beers with friends.

Tang Song scanned the drink menu, then smiled at the waiter. “One Mojito for my lady, please.”

His voice was magnetic, and he said it with a bit of a musical lilt—very pleasant to the ear.

Gao Mengting’s hand tightened slightly, her eyes flustered. “Hey, what are you doing? Be serious.”

Since coming on this trip, she’d clearly felt Tang Song was more relaxed—and more assertive—compared to how he acted in Yan City.

Though she didn’t dislike it at all, even found it a bit exciting, she still felt she had to play it cool.

Tang Song smiled, ordered a whiskey on the rocks for himself.

When the waiter left, he looked at his partner with bright eyes. “I am being serious.”

Gao Mengting looked away, her cheeks flushed. “Then who was it that just smacked my... butt?”

Tang Song wagged his finger seriously. “Correction—it wasn’t a smack. That was a caress.”

“You…” Gao Mengting stammered, kicked him lightly under the table, a trace of playful annoyance in her eyes. “You smooth talker!”

“Wanna test it yourself?”

“Nope!”

Soon, the drinks were brought over.

Tang Song slid the Mojito in front of Gao Mengting and smiled, “Give it a try. See if you like it.”

Gao Mengting picked up the green cocktail and took a light sniff—the fresh scent of mint wafted up.

She took a sip. The cool liquid, with a touch of sweetness and mint, spread in her mouth instantly.

She nodded in satisfaction. “Mm, not bad.”

Tang Song lifted his glass of whiskey and lightly clinked it against hers, “Come on, cheers.”

“Cheers.”

The liquor swirled in their glasses.

Outside, the sound of waves gently rolled in, blending with the soft music inside the bar, creating a relaxed and pleasant vibe.

Gao Mengting gradually loosened up from her initial stiffness, exuding a charming, lazy aura as she smiled and chatted with Tang Song about the things they hadn’t finished talking about on the high-speed train.

Their eyes met from time to time, and a subtle tension lingered in the air.

Maybe the Mojito really suited her taste—Gao Mengting ordered another one.

As the alcohol slowly kicked in, her cheeks began to flush, but her eyes grew even brighter.

By the time they left the bar, night had deepened.

Gao Mengting hummed a soft, nameless folk tune as they walked, her voice gentle, almost like she was talking to herself.

They passed through the Shangri-La Hotel and arrived at the shoreline.

The sea breeze blew gently, carrying the coolness of an early autumn night, rustling their hair and clothes.

The soft sand shifted slightly under their steps, sending a chill up from their soles.

Moonlight spilled over the shimmering sea, flickering with the rhythm of the waves.

Gao Mengting zipped up her jacket and kept talking softly.

Her voice was mellow, tinged with a touch of laziness, as if every word was wrapped in the tenderness of the night.

One moment she was imagining a bright future for Songmei Fashion, the next she was chatting about and .

She really couldn’t hold her liquor—after walking for a while, the tipsiness crept in, and she was clearly a little drunk.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her gaze had become soft and dreamy.

With her hands clasped behind her back, she stepped lightly across the soft sand, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Sometimes she kicked up a little sand;

sometimes she suddenly squatted down to draw small patterns with her fingers;

sometimes she bent over to pick up a shell and told Tang Song the story behind it.

Moonlight fell on her, outlining her in a soft, vivid glow.

Watching her like this, Tang Song’s face held a faint smile the entire time.

In a sense, this partner of his was a true idealist.

She had a kind of innocence and charm.

Toward career, future, love, friendship—she held a deep passion for it all.

She was like a literary girl walking out of a novel—romantic in her idealism, yet grounded in her resilience.

Anyone who spent time with her could feel that indescribable allure.

Before they knew it, they had wandered to the south end of the beach.

Gao Mengting suddenly stopped and looked down at the ground, then tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“Partner, I’ve always felt that relationships between people are like footprints on the sand. Once the waves come, the prints get washed away, fading bit by bit. Like my old classmates, my friends… we hardly talk anymore.”

She looked up at him, her voice tinged with sadness, “How long do you think… our footprints will last?”

Looking at her like this, Tang Song felt a wave of softness in his chest. He replied seriously, “Forever, of course.”

A bright smile bloomed on Gao Mengting’s face as she held out her pinky finger. “You said it, so pinky swear.”

Tang Song reached out and gently hooked his pinky with hers. “Pinky swear.”

Gao Mengting gently shook their linked pinkies and, in her slightly drunken voice, said, “Pinky swear, hang it high—won’t break it for a hundred years!”

“Okay. A hundred years it is.”

The salty sea breeze carried her scent, flowing into Tang Song’s nose.

Their eyes locked in the night.

Tang Song leaned forward, slowly moving closer.

Gao Mengting didn’t flinch—she just quietly closed her eyes.

Tang Song’s lips softly met hers, tender and delicate.

Gao Mengting’s breath hitched slightly as she responded to his kiss.

Tang Song cupped her face, his fingers gently tucking away strands of hair blown loose by the wind.

The wet sounds of their mouths met the crashing waves.

Breathing quickened, lips and teeth brushing.

That heart-racing feeling wrapped around them both.

Light met land, the moon met the sea.

The world slowly quieted down.

Tonight’s memory carried the taste of seawater.

.....

Ding— the elevator opened slowly on the 19th floor.

The hallway was silent, only their footsteps echoing softly on the plush carpet.

Outside the room, Gao Mengting lowered her head, rummaging through her bag for the room key. Her cheeks were lightly flushed from the alcohol, and her eyes were a little unfocused.

Standing behind her, Tang Song suddenly called out softly, “Mengting.”

“Mm?” Gao Mengting turned around, a little dazed. Her voice was lazy, a bit slurred. “Wha’s up?”

“I don’t know how to use the hotel kettle. Can you show me?”

Gao Mengting didn’t sense anything odd. She giggled and waved a hand. “So dumb, alright, I’ll show you.”

Her voice held a pampering tone, like she was talking to a kid.

Beep—the lock clicked open, and Gao Mengting stepped into the room.

“Mm.” Tang Song casually closed the door behind them. The room went pitch black in an instant, only the light outside filtering through the curtains, casting fragmented shadows on the floor.

Gao Mengting murmured, “So dark… plug in the room card, we need power.”

Her voice was soft, still slightly muddled by alcohol, but still delicate and aware.

“No rush.” Tang Song chuckled, then suddenly hugged her soft, sensual body from behind. His hands rested lightly on her waist as he leaned down to kiss her neck.

Gao Mengting froze a little, feeling his intense breath and the firmness of his abs pressing against her lower back.

Her heartbeat suddenly sped up, and she trembled as she spoke. “W-what are you doing? Don’t touch me like that…”

Her tone held panic, but she didn’t really try to break free.

“I just want to feel your heartbeat.” Tang Song’s hands slowly moved upward, his voice gentle.

Gao Mengting quickly grabbed his wrist, her voice barely audible, “It’s almost 11. I’m so sleepy… and we have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“Then just sleep here.”

“N-no… I can’t, how can I do that…” Gao Mengting licked her dry lips, her heart pounding out of her chest.

Tang Song kissed her earlobe. “Just a little while, okay?”

In the darkness, Gao Mengting’s face flushed. The alcohol had her all woozy, and her grip slowly loosened. “Fine—but just a little, okay? Hurry up.”

She and Tang Song didn’t actually have much intimate experience. The furthest they’d gone was in the Wuling Hongguang van, which had her dreaming steamy dreams for a whole week.

Sensing her consent, Tang Song’s long, warm fingers gently lifted her cropped T-shirt, gliding across her delicate, soft skin,

feeling her wildly beating heart.

In the quiet room, Gao Mengting suddenly let out a startled yelp.

“Tang Song! What are you—don’t go sticking your hand in there!”

Tang Song whispered, “We’re on the 19th floor—there are other coworkers. They’ll hear you.”

“You! You big perv!” Gao Mengting’s voice was shy and low, with a clear tremble to it.

Tang Song breathed in the scent of her hair, quietly savoring the beauty of truth.

After a moment—

“Let go. That’s enough!”

“Hey! You’re the one who said just once!”

“Now you’re playing dirty? How could you… ah!”

Gao Mengting tried to pull away, but her slight resistance only fired him up even more.

After another while, her whole body softened. She pushed him away and caught her breath. “You broke your promise.”

In the dark, her face was tinted pink from the alcohol and embarrassment.

Tang Song chuckled. “Don’t be mad. How about I let you touch my abs to call it even?”

“No.” Gao Mengting gave his lower abs a light punch. “You can watch the sunrise alone tomorrow. I’ll go with Qiuqiu.”

With that, she lowered her head, opened the door, and rushed into the room next door.

As the door shut, Tang Song couldn’t help but laugh, reliving the feeling from earlier.

A little past 5 a.m.—

With a bank transfer alert chiming in, Tang Song sat up from bed.

He took a deep breath of the crisp morning air, feeling recharged and in a great mood.

He washed his face, brushed his teeth, shaved, put on the company team-building tee, a pair of jeans, and threw on a casual shirt.

After a moment’s thought, he put on Tang Song’s Glasses and grabbed his Hasselblad X2D mirrorless camera.

He glanced at the time, opened the door, and stepped out.

Just as he did, he saw his partner standing in the hallway with a conflicted expression.

She was also in a team shirt, jeans, and a white shirt jacket—neat, fresh, and full of energy. They even looked like they were in a couple’s outfit.

Their eyes met. Gao Mengting froze for a second, then turned and walked toward the elevator with her back to him.

“Sunrise is at six, but it’s best to get there thirty minutes early.”

Her voice didn’t give anything away, but her steps were noticeably more upbeat than usual.

Tang Song smiled and quickly followed.

It was still dim outside at this hour.

On the way, they passed a few coworkers who were also up early to watch the sunrise.

Gao Mengting wore a gentle, graceful smile, greeting them proactively—clearly in good spirits.

Tang Song walked behind her along the wooden boardwalk, eventually arriving at a wide scenic platform.

The sea was still cloaked in darkness, with only the sound of waves crashing rhythmically in the background.

As the eastern sky began to lighten with the soft glow of dawn, the first sliver of light quietly pierced through the dark.

Tang Song lifted his camera, adjusted the angle, aimed at Gao Mengting who was gazing into the distance, and called out, “Look over here!”

At his voice, Gao Mengting turned around—just as the first beam of sunlight lit up her profile, sketching a soft golden outline.

Click—the shutter snapped, capturing the moment.

The bright red sun slowly rose above the horizon.

Its dazzling light split the sky, illuminating the world.

In an instant, the sky and sea became one.

......

9:00 a.m.

Yan City, Oasis View Garden Residential Complex.

Knock knock knock— a series of knocks echoed.

“Coming, coming!” Qian Guixiang quickly set down her cleaning rag and opened the door.

A man and a woman stepped inside.

Qian Guixiang greeted warmly, “Pingshun, Xiaolei, you’re here!”

From the sofa, Wen Ruan looked up from