Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 522: Taming the Horse

As Qiuqiu's voice shouted out,

the smell of disinfectant in the air suddenly became stronger, and every ward door was now labeled with room number 509.

Qiuqiu stood up and ran over.

"Ah—" The two crashed into each other heavily, and Tang Song felt the coldness and trembling.

Tang Song patted her thin back, softly comforting, "Don’t be afraid, Qiuqiu, it’s alright, Daddy is here..."

Through the [Dream Seed], Tang Song could clearly feel her overwhelming panic and fear.

It was dozens of times worse than last time.

Her whole being was swallowed by the nightmare.

Because she had lost her father at an early age, and Grandma had always told her how great and amazing her father was, Qiuqiu deep down longed for “fatherly love,” which is why she subconsciously fantasized about relying on the figure she never had.

At this moment, she was nothing like the silent and cold girl in reality.

After a long while, her sobs gradually subsided.

Tang Song placed both hands on her thin shoulders, squatted down slightly to meet her gaze,

his eyes gentle yet firm, "Don’t be afraid, Qiuqiu, tell me what happened? I will protect you."

His words, accompanied by the warm aura emitted from the [Dream Seed] on him, gradually dispelled the fear in Qiuqiu’s eyes.

She tremblingly pointed to a ward deep in the hallway, choking out, "Grandma is inside... the doctor said she needs surgery, but Uncle and Mom just wouldn’t sign the papers, and they said the treatment was too expensive..."

"Yesterday the nurse came to ask for payment, saying if we didn’t pay, they would have to stop the medication..."

Suddenly a stack of payment slips appeared in her hands, gripped so tightly that her fingers turned white.

Tang Song took the slips and found they were all filled with math problems.

The problems listed her daily living expenses, savings, picking up recyclables...

Right after, Qiuqiu suddenly pulled out a handful of money from her school uniform pocket, including wrinkled bills, rusty coins, and even a few pieces of candy.

"This is... everything I’ve saved... altogether only six hundred and twenty-one yuan and fifty cents... but Grandma needs 150,000 to 200,000..."

"Mom said before... if I made it into the top ten of the grade, she would grant me a wish, but even though I ranked fifth, she still refused to pay..."

"Daddy, please help me, I don’t want to lose... Grandma... Grandma..."

Her voice was choked to the point where she could hardly speak.

"Look into my eyes." Tang Song gently lifted her chin and softly wiped the tears from her face, "Daddy has money, lots and lots of money, everything will be okay."

"Thank you, Daddy." Qiuqiu once again threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

The surroundings suddenly changed.

The once dilapidated hospital corridor gradually faded away, replaced by a dim little room.

The air was filled with a damp smell, and the walls were covered with all kinds of bills and medical notices.

Several black figures were sitting or standing, their voices harsh:

"Even if the surgery succeeds, it might not cure her completely. What if she becomes a vegetable? Take turns caring for her? I have a kid preparing for the college entrance exam!"

"Anyway, I don’t have time, I need to run the shop and take care of Qiuqiu."

"Don’t waste money, you see, spending it is like throwing it into the river."

"Might as well bring her home; it would look more dignified if she passes there."

"If I got this illness, I’d rather go quietly than suffer like this..."

They passed the blame back and forth, and Tang Song understood the situation.

Qiuqiu’s grandma had suffered a stroke, a sudden rupture or blockage of blood vessels in the brain leading to massive brain damage.

She was already in a coma, and even if surgery went well, there could be severe aftereffects, like paralysis.

Long-term care would be needed, and even taking turns would be a heavy burden for each family.

That was their real fear.

Listening to their discussion, Qiuqiu’s body began to tremble again, nervously biting her nails.

Tang Song immediately wrapped his arms around her shoulders and shouted angrily, "Shut up!"

As his voice fell, the whole space fell into sudden silence.

A warm light lit up the room, and the black shadows gradually dissipated.

Tang Song tore down the payment slips from the wall, cupped Qiuqiu’s tear-streaked face in his hands, his gaze fierce yet gentle as water, and said word by word, "Don’t be afraid, Daddy’s here. Others won’t care about Grandma, but Daddy will; others won’t care about Qiuqiu, but I will."

These words were like a ray of light, instantly dispelling the long-held gloom in Qiuqiu’s heart.

The tears on her face miraculously disappeared, and she stared at him blankly with wide eyes.

Tang Song waved his hand, and the scene changed again.

They appeared at the entrance of the ICU ward.

Tang Song pulled Qiuqiu along to the nurse’s station, holding out a bank card, "This is the full amount for the patient’s treatment, please settle the bill and prepare for the transfer procedure immediately."

The payment was made swiftly and decisively.

"Tap tap tap—" Crisp footsteps sounded.

A tall figure in an OL uniform walked over, speaking gently, "President Tang, we’ve already contacted the best hospital and assembled a top neurosurgery team for consultation."

"Good." Tang Song turned to Qiuqiu, "Don’t worry, I’ve arranged everything. We will transfer Grandma to a better place for treatment, with the best doctors and equipment in the world."

Qiuqiu dazedly nodded, clutching Tang Song’s arm tightly.

Then the scene shifted again.

They appeared in a bright and spacious hospital, surrounded by an experienced medical team formulating a surgical plan.

Outside the operating room, the red warning light kept flashing.

The door opened, and the lead surgeon removed his mask, revealing a tired but relieved smile, "The surgery was very successful. Although postoperative observation is still needed, the patient’s vital signs have stabilized. If recovery goes well, there’s a chance of returning to normal life."

Upon hearing this, Qiuqiu jumped up excitedly and threw herself into Tang Song’s arms, crying uncontrollably.

Inside the operating room, a faint but strong old voice came out, "Qiu girl must be like a camellia, blooming brightly even in winter."

The [Dream Seedling] emitted a soft glow, its branches stretching and expanding, faintly forming the shape of a camellia flower.

......

October 6, 2023, Friday.

At dawn, when the sky was just starting to brighten.

"Thank you, Daddy..." A soft murmur sounded in the room.

Cheng Qiuqiu slowly opened her eyes, her lashes trembling lightly, still lingering in the warmth of the dream.

She rubbed her forehead, trying to pull herself out of the dream,

but that familiar and comforting figure, and those deep yet gentle words, seemed to still echo in her ears.

She lifted the blanket and sat up, looking around; only a faint morning light seeped through the gap in the curtains onto the bedsheet, casting fine shadows.

A look of loss crossed her face, as if she had forgotten something very important.

After a while, the unique chill of early autumn slowly pulled her back to reality.

"Mm~~" Qiuqiu stretched comfortably and walked to the window, pulling open the heavy curtains.

A soft beam of morning light immediately poured in, dispersing the last trace of gloom in the room.

The city outside was just waking up; Qiuqiu gazed at the gradually whitening skyline, feeling an unprecedented sense of relaxation,

a smile naturally blooming on her face.

Just then, she seemed to remember something and ran quickly to the bedside.

She picked up her phone and lit up the screen.

Immediately, a new unread message popped up.

[Tang Song: “(_) Good morning, Qiuqiu.”]

"Thump thump thump—" Her heart suddenly began to race.

He messaged her first again, and obviously right after waking up, even using such a cute emoji.

A mixture of secret joy, excitement, and anticipation welled up inside her.

Cheng Qiuqiu bit her lower lip hard and tapped the screen.

She typed and deleted the reply over and over, more than a dozen times, finally leaving just a short reply: "(··) Good morning, Tang Song, have you had breakfast?"

The moment the message was sent, her ears turned red.

After a while, with no reply, she started worrying about the internet connection.

She switched from WiFi to mobile data, then changed from telecom to mobile carrier.

"Buzz buzz buzz"

[Tang Song: “Not yet, it’s only a little past six. I’m still at the gym. Did you sleep well last night? The weather is getting colder, remember to exercise more and don’t get sick.”]

Cheng Qiuqiu carefully read this message again and again, then suddenly pressed the phone against her chest and curled up under the blanket,

every word like a piece of candy, sweet enough to numb her heart.

He really cares about me!

He... he’s being so nice today!

What can I do for him?

"Tap tap tap—" The sound of fingers tapping the screen kept coming from under the blanket.

After chatting for a few minutes,

Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly lifted the blanket and got out of bed, sat down at her computer, and opened the design software.

Right now, her senior was still in Wushan, and with He Yiyi's help, Songmei Fashion had welcomed a second boom.

The branding of 【HEYISTUDIO】 was accelerating.

She had to produce results quickly.

She absolutely couldn’t let him down!

Above her head, the [Dream Seedling] swayed gently, sprinkling green light.

In an instant, endless inspiration and ideas flooded Cheng Qiuqiu’s mind.

Her eyes grew brighter and brighter, and her fingers flew across the digital tablet.

The new series for 【HEYISTUDIO】 was forming at an astonishing speed.

"Huuh huuuh—" Tang Song put down the barbell in his hands, panting heavily.

His [Unlimited Vigor] outfit was already drenched.

Fortunately, with the special effects bonus, the breathability was excellent, keeping his body fresh at all times.

Feeling the surging strength under his muscles, a huge sense of achievement welled up in his heart.

His physical fitness was now no less than that of a professional athlete, with strong explosiveness and endurance.

Lying on the floor and resting for a while, Tang Song slowly sat up.

Recalling the scenes from last night, he felt a deep pity for that designer friend.

Qiuqiu’s background and experiences were truly tragic, which had shaped her current character and were also the roots of her psychological problems.

Hopefully, the [Dream Seed] would heal her and help her transform.

After stretching in the gym,

he wiped his sweat with a towel and drank a few sips of mineral water.

Tang Song lightly stepped into the elevator and went directly to the 2nd floor.

Just as he arrived at the corridor entrance, he saw a tall, athletic figure.

Anne was leaning against the wall, wearing a silk camisole nightdress, the hem stopping just at mid-thigh, revealing her long, fair legs.

She seemed to have just woken up, with a sleepy look on her face, her blonde hair casually draped over her shoulders, her light-colored eyes not fully open.

Getting closer, Tang Song’s breathing hitched.

Anne’s nightdress was light and semi-transparent, faintly revealing the curves beneath in the morning light.

The problem was, she wasn’t wearing underwear.

Gotta say, this habit was just... wonderful.

Hearing Tang Song’s footsteps, Anne lifted her head and waved, "Good morning, my dear."

Her voice was lazy and sweet, deliberately lowered with a magnetic tone.

Tang Song stopped in front of her and smiled, "Good morning, Anne. Why are you up so early today?"

Jet lag was a real pain; it was obvious she was still adjusting poorly, usually sleeping until almost ten.

"Today’s my third day back, I can more or less wake up normally now, hmm—" Anne deliberately stretched her tone, a playful smile tugging at her lips, "I was going to ask what you wanted for breakfast, but seeing you like this... I suddenly feel like we could do something else first."

After speaking, she stepped towards him, every move radiating a predatory beauty.

The scent of her body wash mixed with her unique confidence hit him head-on.

Anne wrapped her arms around his neck, her soft chest pressing against his arm, bringing a warm and real sensation.

Their eyes met, and Tang Song felt a jolt of electricity spreading from his chest, his heartbeat unconsciously speeding up.

This foreign girl was truly the textbook version of a beautiful white woman.

High skull, big eyes, fair cold skin.

Her features were bold, with full lips and a high nose bridge.

Set on a small yet full face, it created a striking vividness that was hard to ignore.

Tang Song exhaled lightly and patted her back, "Alright, Anne, stop messing around. I just finished working out; I need a shower."

The main reason being, Mo Xiangwan’s bedroom was nearby, and he was worried about running into her.

"Oh? But I think you look quite charming like this." Anne tilted her head, her lips brushing across his sweat-glossed skin, her voice low and teasing, "Oh my god, your skin tastes like sunlight, it's downright addictive."

Then, when her hand slipped under Tang Song’s shirt, she seemed to suddenly discover a huge secret.

Her eyes widened, her voice exaggerated to almost a scream, "Oh my god! I’m going crazy! These abs deserve their own fan club!"

"Wow, I never expected your body to be this outrageous—it's like a flawless Greek sculpture!"

"Darling, you really are a treasure boy."

Her movements were bold and straightforward, her voice full of excitement and teasing.

At the peak of his physical state, after being flirted with by Su Yu for two days, Tang Song couldn’t take it anymore and directly hugged the foreign beauty.

His hands landed on her round buttocks, feeling her heat and fullness through the thin silk of the nightdress,

a wave of indescribable satisfaction surged through him.

He had to admit, the foreign girl’s figure was amazing, about the same hip size as Wen Ruan’s, though the touch felt a little different.

A moment later, Anne suddenly stepped back, a victorious smile lifting the corners of her lips.

"Your body’s way more honest than your mouth, Song. You’re really spirited. So, I win, right? Want more? You just have to surrender to me."

As she spoke, she crossed her arms, and the silk fabric pressed breathtakingly into her chest.

Tang Song raised an eyebrow, suddenly stepping forward, pressing Anne against the wooden door, his hand tracing along her abs and moving upward.

Anne gasped, her eyes widening.

Tang Song firmly felt her heartbeat and, without warning, kissed her.

The kiss was brief but fierce, filled with unstoppable aggression and intense dominance.

He had seen Anne’s profile file in the game.

He remembered the system’s assessment: she had the personality of a [Top American Alpha].

In the ABO worldview, Alphas were natural leaders and dominators, possessing great abilities and social status.

Her very bones craved control, her blood ran wild with boldness and thrill.

She had a strong desire for conquest and a spirit of adventure.

In the past, Anne had cared more about the "thrill of conquest" than about gender itself, which was why she’d been interested in women.

But now, her target had obviously become him, especially after discovering that his personality had become more gentle and approachable—making her even bolder.

Trying to conquer him.

As a Chinese man, Tang Song had a deep sense of national pride and naturally wouldn’t tolerate a “foreign girl flipping the sky.”

After all, it’s always humans riding horses, not the other way around.

Their lips parted.

Tang Song’s thumb brushed over the slightly damp corner of her lips, then casually pinched her cheek, his tone carrying an unquestionable command, "Go prepare breakfast. I'll be downstairs in ten minutes."

Their eyes locked; Anne’s clear blue eyes narrowed dangerously, her voice dragging out, "Oh?"

Tang Song stared straight into her eyes, his gaze sharpening and turning cold.

His aura shifted at that moment, overwhelming and intense.

After a full half-minute standoff,

Anne finally backed down.

The oppressive feeling Tang Song had given her in the past was simply too strong; even her father, Claire, was deeply respectful towards him.

It was because of that, after finding his softened side, that desire to tear off his gentle facade and conquer his true nature became her newest obsession.

But now, it seemed not so easy.

Anne licked the corner of her lip, which Tang Song had bitten, smiling flirtatiously, "As you command... my temporary master?"

Her tone carried a trace of rebellion and questioning. As she turned to leave, her finger lightly traced across Tang Song’s abs.

Clearly, the foreign girl only submitted on the surface—deep down, she was still defiant.

Watching her sexy figure and savoring her earlier words, Tang Song’s heartbeat accelerated.

It felt like playing a dangerous and thrilling "taming game."

Taking a deep breath, Tang Song stepped into the bedroom and began showering.

There were more important things to focus on.

Like the third cameo shoot with Su Yu in the afternoon—

The proposal scene.

Today was already the third day, and it was the last day of interaction with the movie star.

He hoped to wrap it up perfectly.

.....

Around noon,

16th floor of Times Financial Center Tower, Hengyue Investment Management Co., Ltd.

Sun Jiayue was staring at an Excel spreadsheet on her co