Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 543: Shen Yuyan: Luna, let’s reintroduce ourselves

Annie Kate walked into the living room with graceful steps, her golden hair shimmering under the light with a soft sheen, exuding an undeniable sense of pressure.

Her gaze carried curiosity, surprise, and defiance.

She seemed to be assessing why this woman was so “powerful.”

Could she really have pinned down Tang Song on the court like that?

Back in June, when Su Yu held her concert in Yan City, to prevent that actress from actually losing control,

Secretary Jin had specifically arranged for her to fly in and stay with Su Yu and Mo Xiangwan in Tang Song’s apartment.

That was also the first time she met Tang Song’s then “rumored girlfriend,” Wen Ruan.

Now seeing her again, compared to their brief last encounter, Wen Ruan had become far more alluring, exuding a rich, womanly charm from head to toe.

The biggest change was in her skin and demeanor—smooth, radiant, and poised.

From Annie’s perspective, this woman was practically made for the bed.

She definitely looked like she could put up a good fight.

But Annie still didn’t quite understand how she managed to beat Tang Song.

If possible, she really wanted to exchange some “experience” and learn a few moves from her.

“Hello, Ms. Kate, I’ve heard a lot about you.” Wen Ruan’s voice broke the silence. Polite and warm in tone, though a hint of guardedness flickered in her eyes.

“Just call me Annie, darling.” Annie chuckled softly, sauntering over like a cat. “Oh, your figure is amazing. No wonder Song’s so into you. Honestly, I like it too.”

Wen Ruan pressed her lips together. She felt a bit awkward inside, but maintained a composed demeanor. “Thank you for the compliment.”

This woman was one of the heirs to the Kate Conglomerate and co-founder of Jingwu Capital.

Though she often bantered with Tang Song on WeChat, meeting face-to-face and feeling that overwhelming aura in person was undeniably intimidating.

Then Wen Ruan’s gaze couldn’t help but appraise this foreign beauty, a flicker of awe flashing in her eyes.

She wore a black blazer with a plunging neckline that revealed a tight white camisole underneath, perfectly tracing her curves.

Her black pencil skirt hugged her waist sharply, showing off her long, toned legs—dangerously seductive under the light.

The entire woman radiated an intense, sexy dominance.

In terms of looks, body, and presence, she was by far the most striking Caucasian woman Wen Ruan had ever met.

There was one thing she thought Su Yu and Director Jin had both “misjudged.”

They clearly had no idea just how much of a perv Tang Song really was.

As someone who knew Tang Song’s sexual preferences best, the moment she saw this Western bombshell, she had a gut feeling—

Tang Song had probably already made a move on Annie Kate.

Sensing the shift in her expression, Annie beamed brightly and opened her arms, pulling her into a warm hug.

E-cups vs. E-cups.

Wen Ruan’s expression stiffened slightly, but she still returned the gesture out of courtesy.

“I think we’re going to be great friends, right, Wen Ruan?” Annie rested her hand on her shoulder, voice lazy and confident.

Wen Ruan paused. “Uh... yes, I look forward to being friends with you.”

“No need for formalities, darling. Where are you staying tonight?”

“The Bulgari Hotel in Imperial Capital.”

“Wow, what a coincidence! I’m planning to stay there too!” Annie raised her brows, looking genuinely thrilled. “Maybe we could share a room? What do you think? Song talks about you all the time when we chat—I’ve got so much I want to say to you.”

Excitement shimmered in her blue eyes.

Wen Ruan’s eyelid twitched. This woman’s enthusiasm was a little overwhelming.

Just as she was debating how to respond, a steady and elegant footstep echoed from deeper inside the house.

“Tap, tap, tap—”

Both Annie and Wen Ruan turned at the sound and saw Secretary Jin walking in.

She wore a dark teal long-sleeved base shirt and high-waisted dark gray pencil pants, the sleek lines showcasing her impeccable figure.

Her chestnut hair was pinned up with a wooden hair stick, a few strands falling beside her cheeks, perfectly framing her stunning face.

As her gaze swept over them, it brought an invisible pressure.

Annie quickly withdrew her hand from Wen Ruan’s shoulder. Both women straightened up.

“Mira, I missed you so much!”

Annie called out cheerfully and went in for a hug, only to be gently pushed away.

“Looks like you two already met?” Secretary Jin’s voice was calm, though her eyes flicked between their positions and expressions. “Annie, mind your manners.”

Annie raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Fine, fine, Mira! I just wanted to chat with Wen Ruan. After all, we both have a very special connection with Song.”

She dragged the word out deliberately, eyes gleaming with meaning—as if testing something.

Secretary Jin didn’t pursue it. She gestured toward the seating area. “I just got home too. Let’s sit down and have some tea. Time to talk business.”

She walked straight to the main seat and sat down, movements light as wind—as if her arrival had reset the entire atmosphere.

Shangguan Qiuya stepped forward and poured tea for the three of them.

The air was thick with an indescribable tension.

Wen Ruan sat upright across from Secretary Jin, trying her best to appear natural.

She had just checked into her hotel at 7 p.m., and by 8, Shangguan Qiuya had whisked her off here—without explaining why.

Her heart was still a little uneasy.

Now, faced with Secretary Jin’s powerful aura and Annie’s presence, it was hard not to feel rattled.

Annie took a sip of tea, legs crossed, and asked excitedly, “Mira, so what’s this all about?”

Secretary Jin smiled and turned to Wen Ruan. “You’ve already started handling core business and management at Nebula International Group, right?”

“Yes,” Wen Ruan replied immediately. “Mainly in charge of marketing and advertising partnerships.”

Secretary Jin set her bone china teacup down and continued, “According to President Tang’s plan, it won’t be long before the entire Nebula International Group is handed over to you.”

Wen Ruan’s gaze flickered—she didn’t deny it. “That’s the plan.”

“I heard you’re looking to have Nebula invest in an AI e-commerce company—Zhilian Future. Clearly, you’re passionate about media and have great vision and boldness.”

Wen Ruan blushed slightly from the praise. “You flatter me, Director Jin. I majored in communication and have been in this field for eight years, so...”

“If you truly want to grow in this direction, then go deeper. Expand Nebula further—I, or we, will support you.”

She emphasized “we.”

“Thank you, Director Jin. I’ll do my best.” Wen Ruan nodded, thinking it was just polite encouragement.

But her expression quickly stiffened.

“Next, Nebula needs to implement AI + big data + automated operations. Through resource integration, tech empowerment, and content innovation, we’ll push corporate transformation.”

Secretary Jin lightly rubbed the rim of her teacup, her tone gentle but firm.

“We’ll acquire small to mid-sized firms—MCNs, media platforms—build scale, a unified data center, and connect user data across subsidiaries.”

“Expanding overseas is inevitable. We’ll invest in short dramas, original IP, microfilms, with ‘lightweight and emotionally resonant’ content as the core, building content channels. Especially exporting Chinese culture—that’s backed by national policy.”

“Finally, we’ll go public, leveraging capital markets to build a globally competitive media empire—a digital media giant.”

Wen Ruan swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling.

Director Jin’s words were inspiring. Her voice was clear, persuasive.

It was clear this wasn’t a pipe dream. It was a fully fleshed-out, highly feasible development strategy.

Within this roadmap, Smile Holdings, Jingwu Capital, Annie Kate, and Deju Renhe would all lend their support.

But the key issue was—

If Nebula followed this path, it would inevitably clash with Tangzong Entertainment.

Many of their business lines would overlap.

Of course, in Director Jin’s version, Tangzong Entertainment—being a Nebula shareholder—was a supporter. It could accelerate the plan, even offer IPs at low cost to fast-track Nebula’s IPO.

Wen Ruan was sharp. She quickly realized what Director Jin meant.

While grooming and pulling her in, they were also trying to check Su Yu.

And truthfully, the offer was tempting.

If Nebula became a global media giant, her own status would skyrocket—success, fame, limitless possibilities.

Anyone with vanity would waver.

But Su Yu had treated her well—eating, sleeping, chatting together, even giving her an apartment and a cat.

Mo Xiangwan was a friend who helped her stage those “arch-enemies” of Nebula and built her assistant team.

If she now teamed up with Director Jin against them—that would be too much.

Wen Ruan quietly looked up at Jin Meixiao, then at Annie Kate.

Both were watching her calmly, with poised expressions.

Wen Ruan was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Only now did she truly feel the “palace drama” tension.

Not only would she take the blame, but she was also being pulled and pressured by both sides.

She felt like her chest might explode.

For a moment, she couldn’t make sense of it.

If Director Jin could accept her, why go so hard against Su Yu?

Was it really necessary? What kind of grudge was this?

At that moment, footsteps sounded again.

Shangguan Qiuya limped over and placed a folder in front of Wen Ruan.

Secretary Jin leaned forward slightly. “This is the detailed plan. No rush—take it home and study it. If you have questions, contact me or Assistant Shangguan anytime.”

Wen Ruan glanced down. The cover read, in gold lettering: Nebula International Group Strategic Development Plan (2023–2025).

“Alright, Director Jin. But I only just started handling things—there’s still a lot to take care of. I might not be able to dive into this immediately...”

Before she finished, Secretary Jin, seemingly expecting her hesitation, smiled. “That’s fine. We’re not superior and subordinate—just friends offering support. Wen Ruan, I believe with your ability, you’ll find the right pace for yourself.”

Wen Ruan took a deep breath and nodded gently.

The three of them chatted for a while longer.

Since Wen Ruan had a board meeting the next day, she stood up to say goodbye.

Notably, Annie was granted permission to stay at No. 8 Hesheng Xiaoyun Road.

Before parting, Annie pulled a gold-embossed business card from her platinum bag and slipped it into Wen Ruan’s hand, saying meaningfully, “I’ll be heading to Yan City soon. We’ll definitely meet again. This is my private number—it’s always on. Of course, I’ll be in Imperial Capital for a few days. If you’re bored, give me a call. We can find something fun to do.”

Her last sentence carried a teasing, flirtatious tone.

However, Wen Ruan didn’t react the way she expected—no shyness, no fluster. Instead, she leaned in and teased, “You’re this enthusiastic... aren’t you afraid I might take it seriously?”

As soon as she said it, she suddenly reached out and gave Annie’s lower back a light pat, then turned and left with a smile.

Watching her walk away, a dazed look flashed in Annie’s eyes, quickly replaced by delight and intrigue.

She suddenly realized—

The women around Tang Song all seemed... quite interesting.

Last time it was the ambitious Shen Yuyan.

This time it was the utterly captivating Wen Ruan.

As for Lin Muxue and Tian Jing... what kind of roles did they play?

Thinking of that, a glint of anticipation flashed in Annie’s eyes.

Perhaps the days to come would be even more exciting than she imagined.

She hated predictable lives and craved more thrill.

And right now, she needed a good long chat with Mira.

About the soon-to-be-ready Tangjin Manor.

October 13, 2023, Friday, 12–24°C.

Beicheng Garden Residential Complex.

“Tap tap tap—” the sound of keyboard clacking echoed through the small office.

Xu Qing wore professional attire and round glasses, secretly writing a novel.

Just as she reached the story’s climax, the office door burst open.

“Ah!” she screamed and immediately lunged to shield her laptop.

Next, Xiao Jing walked in, a darkly mischievous expression on her face. “Qingqing, I’m here.”

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“You... what are you doing, Xiao Jing... don’t do anything crazy...”

Xu Qing shrank into the corner, looking small, pitiful, and helpless.

(°口°)

Smack— a bag hit her on the head.

Xiao Jing urged, “Hurry up and change. Did you forget? We promised our boyfriends we’d do roleplay today! Why are you still here writing adult scenes?”

“I didn’t! I wasn’t! Don’t slander me!” Xu Qing blurted out three denials in a row, then scratched her head and asked doubtfully, “Right... what characters are we cosplaying again?”

“You’re Eli, I’m Marina.”

Xu Qing froze instantly, her face flushing red. “What?! No way! No way, that’s absolutely off-limits!”

(:°H°)

“Why not? Do you want a spanking?”

“I... I... I’m two years older than you, I should be Marina!”

“You sure? Today’s scene is Marina being punished for Eli!”

“Ah!” Xu Qing stepped back. “Then... you do it.”

Xiao Jing then pulled a magic wand out from her chest and tapped her lightly. “They were now both in full cosplay outfits, and even Xu Qing’s hair had turned blonde.”

Xiao Jing grabbed her hand, walked a few circles around the office with her, and pushed open Tang Song’s office door.

Xu Qing’s heart raced, her mind going blank. She wanted to resist but couldn’t move.

What shocked her even more—

She saw her bestie Shen Yuyan kneeling beside Tang Song, kissing him tenderly!

“Yan... Yanyan? Why are you here? What are you two doing?!” Xu Qing stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Xiao Jing patted her head. “We’re in the middle of roleplay now! That’s not Yanyan!”

“Then who is she playing as?”

Xiao Jing turned her head with a sweet, innocent smile, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. “You should be calling her Mommy.”

“Ah! You pervert!”

In a quiet bedroom, Xu Qing suddenly shouted and sat up in bed.

She looked around—her dazed expression gradually returning to normal as she realized she’d been dreaming.

Patting her chest, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

She’d been tormented by Xiao Jing so much lately, her dreams were always chaotic like this.

Sometimes even featuring scenes of Xiao Jing using a small whip on her.

Her face flushed again.

Today’s dream had even dragged her bestie into it—how utterly embarrassing.

She rolled on the bed for a while, ran her fingers through her messy hair, and checked her phone.

It was already nearly 7:30!

Ugh, forget it—no workout today.

One day off won’t hurt. Totally Xiao Jing’s fault.

That was her excuse.

Xu Qing sluggishly got out of bed and opened the wardrobe.

She looked at a neatly hung outfit and smiled.

It was the one Tang Song had asked Shen Yuyan to send her yesterday—a white shirt and jeans.

Not expensive, but thoughtful. It fit her perfectly.

He even said they’d go shopping, eat, and watch a movie tomorrow.

This guy, Little Songzi, might be a bit of a flirt, but he really treated her well.

Her first weekend back in Yan City, and he had already planned something.

She had to dress up and surprise his brother.

She hummed a tune while changing.

Slipping into her slippers, she walked out to the living room and saw her bestie exercising on the elliptical.

Shen Yuyan wore a tight, dark workout set, showing off her curves. Her long, powerful legs moved rhythmically with the machine, her whole body exuding healthy, sexy energy.

Looking at her bestie’s ample C+ bust and faint abs,

Xu Qing pouted, practically drooling with envy.

“Morning, Yanyan.”

“Morning, Qingqing.” Shen Yuyan slowed down, grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off her face. “Wanna work out a bit? I still have time.”

Xu Qing yawned. “No thanks. I’d have to change and shower—it’s a hassle. I’ll just eat less at lunch.”

“Heh, not buying it. Liyuan said you have a dedicated snack box at your desk, and you restock it daily.”

Xu Qing’s face turned bright red. She stiffened her neck. “Those were all gifts!”

After teasing her bestie for a bit, they had breakfast together.

Shen Yuyan then took a long, fragrant hot shower,

returned to her room, and started getting ready.

Today was extremely important to her.

She would be reporting to Rongliu Investment as Tang Rong’s special assistant.

Youjie Housekeeping was a complete mess, and it wouldn’t be easy to disentangle herself from it anytime soon.

But she knew what mattered most.

Tang Song had been particularly “urgent” about the investment, and the integration with Yimai Tech had already entered the execution phase. Just yesterday, Tang Song had pulled her into the group chat.

She had to get to work immediately and prove her value.

As for Youjie Housekeeping—she’d take it one step at a time. After all, she’d already handed the key responsibilities over to Qin Meixia.

Then, Shen Yuyan’s eyes flickered.

Yesterday, when she went to drop off the Lamborghini, she’d originally wanted to stop by his place. Unexpectedly, Tang Song hadn’t let her in.

Her instincts told her—ther