Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 562: Hong Kong, Mo Xiangwan, Invitation Letter

October 22, 2023, Sunday, clear skies, 10~25°C.

6:30 a.m., the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Faint morning light filtered diagonally through the gap in the curtains.

The room was quiet, with only the occasional sound of cars passing outside and soft breathing inside.

Tang Song slowly opened his eyes as consciousness gradually returned.

He moved his fingers and immediately touched a patch of smooth, warm skin.

Beside him, Gao Mengting let out a soft “mm,” low and airy, very pleasant to hear.

Tang Song turned his body and saw his partner curled up.

Her face was nestled between his arm and the pillow, a strand of hair falling beside her lashes, her breath warm and steady.

Like red plum blossoms blooming silently in the snow.

Tang Song looked down and saw kiss marks on himself as well.

He let out a slow breath, feeling a vague, inexplicable stir in his heart.

Gao Mengting had always given him the impression of being elegant and gentle, calm and steadfast.

In all the time he’d known her, she had never lost her temper. Even when unhappy, she would just complain a little and quickly return to normal.

He never expected her to be this wild—like a flame igniting the autumn night.

In terms of sheer impulse, she was even more intense than Wen Ruan.

At first, he had been completely passive—it felt like he was being forcefully taken.

Of course, Tang Song could probably understand.

Gao Mengting was the idealistic type—whether in career, friendship, or love, she pursued spiritual resonance and the realization of personal value.

When she chose to take this step,

It wasn't just about physical closeness; it was about opening up and trusting from deep within the soul.

She didn’t hide or hesitate, launching into him like a “warrior woman.”

The way her hair arched as it moved, the restraint in biting her lower lip, the glint of tears at the corner of her eyes in those moments of abandon...

Their bodies and hearts aligned, spirits and flesh intertwined.

Tang Song could feel her burning soul.

Of course, ideals are rich, but reality is harsh.

In the end, Gao Mengting was no match for him at all.

It was basically: twenty minutes of foreplay, five minutes of action.

That said, this partner of his was hands down the most sensitive girl he’d ever encountered—truly fun and thrilling.

From a guy’s perspective, it was ridiculously satisfying.

Still, Tang Song was, after all, a bit of a cheat code—he’d been through plenty of endurance training.

Naturally, one round wasn’t enough.

But since it was her first time, he decided to let her off the hook.

Thinking of this, the corners of Tang Song’s lips lifted.

The phone casually tossed to the side buzzed, screen lighting up—the daily Smile Reward had arrived.

Gao Mengting’s eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In the dim light, their gazes met.

“You’re awake?” Tang Song’s voice was gentle.

Gao Mengting looked at him, said nothing, and suddenly leaned in to kiss him softly.

Her kiss was clumsy but sincere.

Under the quilt, her soft body pressed down on his.

Their eyes locked, like a kiss between two souls syncing in harmony.

Tang Song gently ran his fingers through her hair, looking into her expressive eyes, feeling like something inside was being quietly stirred.

He could sense the deep love she had for him—pure, without a trace of impurity.

Fiery and direct.

Their lips parted.

Gao Mengting lay on top of him, her chin resting on his chest, thick brown hair cascading down.

“Tang Song…?” Her voice still carried some sleepiness, slightly hoarse, yet tender and pleasant.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Do you love me?” Gao Mengting asked.

“Of course I do. I told you at least ten times last night.”

“Hehe, okay. I don’t remember that many, but I still want to hear it.”

“I love you.”

“Tell me how you felt last night, okay?” Gao Mengting leaned in closer.

“Uh… how am I supposed to say that?”

“Start from the beginning. Tell me bit by bit. Describe the details and your feelings.”

“That’s not really appropriate, is it?”

Gao Mengting’s hand slowly moved downward. “Come on, I want to hear it.”

“Hsss—” Tang Song drew in a breath. This was the first time he realized his partner had such a kink?!

He’d really never met a girl who would ask a guy to describe their experience in detail after doing it…

He gave a little cough and tried to change the subject. “Why don’t you go first?”

“Mm.” Gao Mengting blinked and looked into his eyes, speaking softly, “At the beginning, every time you kissed me, it felt like…”

Warm, gentle words flowed into his ears.

She began to tell the story in a calm yet vivid tone—richly worded but not pretentious.

She spoke of her nervousness, her longing, her investment, and described in detail the psychological changes brought on by each subtle touch.

She even said quite a few “dirty” words.

Tang Song was stunned, completely floored!

He never imagined that the graceful and intellectual partner he knew could say such blunt yet captivating things.

It was even spicier than Xu Qing’s uncut version!

Tang Song was getting fired up just listening.

Alright then, partner! You asked for it!

“Ah—!” Gao Mengting let out a small cry as the world spun around her.

A little after 7 a.m.

Tang Song got dressed and walked out of the bedroom.

Lifting his head, he saw Qiuqiu sitting in the living room.

She was wearing a dark autumn long-sleeved outfit, sporty and casual, outlining her tall, sexy figure perfectly.

Her orange-brown hair fell loosely over her shoulders, glowing with a gentle sheen in the morning light.

Her complexion was fair, and her cool demeanor carried a faint, deliberately restrained unease.

Like a quietly blooming camellia flower, hiding thoughts no one else could see.

Hearing footsteps and the door open, she suddenly stood up, eyes flustered, fingers nervously tugging at her sleeves.

“Tang Song, good morning.”

Tang Song lifted his hand slightly and smiled warmly. “Morning, Qiuqiu. Have you eaten?”

“N-not yet.” Qiuqiu bit her lower lip gently and said softly, “I wasn’t sure what you and Senior wanted to eat, so I didn’t dare cook anything.”

Tang Song walked to the center of the living room and casually glanced at the rising sun outside the window, smiling. “Mengting’s still asleep. The weather’s nice today. How about we eat out? Roujiamo sound good? We can bring her one too.”

“Sure.” Qiuqiu nodded quickly, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She turned and quickly went back to the bedroom, threw on a jacket, then came out to stand beside Tang Song, obediently following him downstairs.

Though her eyes looked forward, the edge of her vision was filled with his figure.

Last night, in the rental apartment, with her senior right next door, he had kissed her voluntarily.

And he even said, “No one will come for you anymore.”

That sentence had an indescribable effect on her—offering immense comfort and security.

Being “abandoned” by someone important had always been her deepest fear.

Because her emotions had fluctuated too much, she had woken up around five a.m.

Tossing and turning in bed, her heartbeat grew faster with each passing minute—she really wanted to see him and say good morning.

So she sat on the living room sofa.

She sat there in a daze for nearly two hours.

She didn’t even know what she was hoping for—maybe just more time to be with him.

After all, as long as she was near him, she felt safe.

“Ding—” The elevator came to a slow stop on the ground floor.

They stepped out of the building.

Autumn sunshine greeted them.

The crunch of fallen plane tree leaves underfoot filled the air—“crack-crack.”

Qiuqiu didn’t say a word but stayed by Tang Song’s side, matching his pace, intentionally keeping her shadow close to his.

Her gaze often drifted toward him, paused briefly, then darted away.

Early Sunday morning.

The road had the occasional old man walking his dog, young people jogging, or neighbors carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks…

This was a neighborhood rich with a sense of everyday life—which was exactly why Gao Mengting had chosen it.

As they walked, everything felt plain but warm.

Tang Song glanced at the “cold and aloof” designer beside him and suddenly said, “Qiuqiu.”

“Yes!” She reflexively raised her head and locked eyes with his bright, smiling gaze.

The next second.

Tang Song wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his warm palm pressing lightly on her flexible lower abdomen, effortlessly lifting her off the ground.

Qiuqiu’s surprised gasp caught in her throat—unprepared, she was pulled into his arms and lifted into the air, heart pounding like a drum.

Tang Song laughed as he held her tight, gently swaying her like a swing—his movements playful but gentle.

Qiuqiu’s long legs brushed against fallen leaves by the roadside—dry leaves fluttered up, dancing in the morning light.

Sunlight melted into warm swirls in her eyes, beautiful and romantic.

It was as if the whole world blossomed gently for that moment.

On Qiuqiu’s face, for the first time, appeared a smile as pure as a child’s.

Above her head, the Dreamseed Blossom quietly unfurled—a second camellia bud began to sprout.

8 a.m.

At the street corner, the breakfast stall was already buzzing.

The vendor’s shouting, the sizzling of oil, and the chatter of pedestrians blended into a warm, down-to-earth symphony.

The two of them sat at a makeshift table, holding roujiamo in their hands. In front of them were millet porridge, sugar-fried cakes, and small pickles.

Qiuqiu’s cool, elegant cheeks were tinged with a soft blush. She lowered her head, gently stirring the millet porridge, the spoon making faint sounds as it moved in the bowl.

In her mind, the image of Tang Song swaying her with his arms wrapped around her waist kept replaying. Her heartbeat was still a little erratic, and the corners of her lips lifted ever so slightly—hiding a shy smile.

Tang Song ate at a leisurely pace, occasionally chatting with Qiuqiu about the weather or the taste of the food, his tone relaxed and gentle.

“Riiing—” The phone on the table started vibrating.

He glanced down.

【Luo Bin】

Immediately after, a tissue was handed to him.

“Thanks.” Tang Song smiled at Qiuqiu, wiped his hands, picked up the phone, and answered the call.

Soon, Luo Bin’s steady and powerful voice came through the receiver: “Good morning, Mr. Tang.”

“Morning, Luo Bin.” Tang Song’s tone was casual, a bright smile on his face.

Ever since unlocking the 【Character Hub】, he’d officially gained in-depth communication access with Luo Bin and Mo Xiangwan, two top-tier professionals.

As the strongest lawyer and agent assigned by the system, their support would be one of the most important backings for his future capital operations and mission completion.

They exchanged a few pleasantries.

Luo Bin got straight to the point: “Mr. Tang, I’ll be arriving in Yancheng this morning. When’s convenient for you? Let’s meet—mainly to discuss the private jet, family office affairs, and the Silent Crown project.”

Tang Song checked the time and thought for a moment before saying, “Let’s do 2 p.m. You can come find me at Rongliu Capital.”

He had just shared the most intimate moment of his life with Gao Mengting—he wanted to spend a little more time with her. Otherwise, it just didn’t feel right.

Besides, he genuinely enjoyed discussing those unique topics with Gao Mengting. It was relaxed and fun.

“Got it, understood,” Luo Bin replied crisply.

After hanging up, Tang Song resumed eating breakfast slowly.

But inside, a sense of anticipation was stirring.

This time, with his Charm stat rising to 80, the rewards were massive.

Now, the curtain was finally rising—he was about to step onto a much grander stage.

Private jets, the French manor, Smile Holdings, and the “Special Advisory Seat” in the family office.

That seat was crucial and needed to be finalized as soon as possible.

It had to be someone he truly trusted, who fully understood his situation—and even some of his background.

The Tangjin Family Office was his real “asset matrix,” and this seat was the key to paving the way for him to take over the family office in the future.

Additionally, the capital injections into Rongliu Capital by Kate Trust and Tangjin were about to kick off.

Ten billion dollars! This immediately usable cash flow would truly elevate Rongliu Capital into the ranks of world-class private equity firms.

Looks like he had to head south soon.

Rongliu Capital’s headquarters in Hong Kong, the private jet; Bai Yueguang in Deep City; the “Zhilian Future” project in Yang City, and… Zhang Yan.

Also, the capital infusion from Kate Trust and the Tangjin Family Office into Rongliu Capital should be starting soon.

Thinking of Zhang Yan, Tang Song’s heart paused for a beat.

He picked up his phone again, opened QQ, and switched to his alt account.

He tapped into the chat with Zhang Yan.

Still empty.

He’d checked on Friday night when he had a spare moment—she hadn’t left any messages this week, maybe something had held her up.

He was used to checking in on her updates every week.

This sudden blank space gave him an odd sense of loss,

Like morning mist on an autumn day—faint but lingering.

11:00 a.m.

Qiaoxi District, U-Jie Housekeeping Headquarters.

General Manager’s Office.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the blinds, casting long slivers of light across the desk.

“So warm—”

The door opened, and Li Meixia walked in briskly, holding a thick stack of documents in her arms, her face filled with barely concealed excitement.

“Yuyan! We got everything!”

Shen Yuyan, who had been looking at her phone, quickly stood up and hurried over. “Let me see!”

She took the documents and carefully placed them on the desk, flipping through them impatiently.

“Yanzhao Youth Entrepreneurship Support Program Selection Notice,”

“Enterprise Talent Subsidy Scheme,”

“Brand Promotion Support Plan,”

“Subsidized Loan Agreement Draft”…

Each document was stamped with a bright red seal, radiating an aura of authority.

Shen Yuyan’s fingers gently brushed the paper. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, but her eyes grew misty.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her turbulent emotions.

Even though she’d already seen the announcement on the official account, actually holding the documents in her hands made the excitement hard to contain.

She had participated in the selection as the founder of U-Jie Housekeeping.

From project application, material preparation, and roadshow pitches, to the subsequent site visits and expert evaluations,

Over half a year of effort had finally earned her this hard-won recognition.

It was a validation of everything she had done over the past few years.

It was also the most formal affirmation of her capability.

She had once thought this would be a new beginning.

With this recognition, she could more easily push the company forward and demonstrate greater value to Tang Song.

But now… it didn’t seem to matter that much anymore.

That thought brought an involuntary wave of melancholy.

A pity… it just didn’t seem to matter anymore.

She gently closed the folder, her gaze dimming slightly.

“What’s wrong, Yuyan?” Li Meixia asked with concern.

“It’s nothing.” Shen Yuyan patted her shoulder, tone calm. “Go ahead and apply for the brand promotion and subsidized loan through the normal process. Let me know if anything comes up—I’ll help solve it.”

“Mm, I understand! With this loan, some of the company’s crises will be temporarily eased.”

Li Meixia hesitated, then added, “By the way, Yuyan, what’s your plan going forward?”

It had been over a week since Shen Yuyan resigned.

She admired this colleague and partner who had exceptional ability, EQ, and IQ.

She was also curious about where she was headed next, and how the company crisis would be handled.

Shen Yuyan looked out the window, her gaze bright and determined. “To Hong Kong!”

“Huh? Hong Kong?” Li Meixia was taken aback. “You’re going there to work?”

Shen Yuyan smiled and picked up her handbag from the desk.

She pulled out a sleek silver business card and handed it over.

Li Meixia took it, eyes widening.

【Special Assistant to the Chairman of Rongliu Capital】

“Rongliu Capital?” she murmured, her voice tinged with confusion and astonishment.

Shen Yuyan chuckled softly and leaned against the desk, speaking in a low voice.

When she heard terms like “Central Financial Street” and “two billion USD,”

Li Meixia was completely stunned—her expression growing increasingly surprised, complex, and overwhelmed.

They had gone through countless rounds of fundraising.

Deep down, they had a subconscious reverence and fear of capital.

And now, Shen Yuyan had become the special assistant to the chairman of an international investment firm.

From what she described, this company had serious backing—Kate Trust and Smile Holdings were behind it.

That was insanely impressive.

She finally understood why Shen Yuyan had chosen to leave the company at this point.

“So…” Shen Yuyan looked at her confidently. “Don’t worry. I know exactly what’s going on with U-Jie. Just follow my plan.”

The first task Tang Song had given her was already successfully completed.

Next, come Monday, she planned to use the work report as an opportunity to propose an idea she’d been brewing for a while:

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