Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 711: Convergence, Daughter

JW Marriott Hotel, 28th floor, presidential suite.

The door lock clicked softly, and the lights gently illuminated accordingly.

Su Yu took off her coat and casually placed her hat and sunglasses on the round sandalwood console table in the entryway, then stepped into the spacious living room.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window was the entire Shencheng Bay's nightscape, shimmering and colorful like a galaxy across the sea.

She walked over, unfastened the Patek Philippe watch from her wrist, and placed it on the cool coffee table.

Her fingers were slender, her movements unhurried, every detail carrying an innate elegance that was pleasing to the eye.

From the bathroom came the "splashing" sound of the smart system automatically filling the tub.

Private assistant Cheng Xiaoxi approached only after properly settling the luggage, handing over the phone.

Su Yu casually took it, lazily leaning back on the sofa as she kicked off the torturous high heels.

Su Yu pondered for a moment, swiped open the screen, and tapped the dial button.

"Beep beep beep—"

The call connected quickly, and a warm, magnetic voice came through the receiver: "Hello? Su Yu."

"Good evening, Wen Ruan, I hope I'm not disturbing your rest?"

"No, not at all, it's Friday today, so I sleep late. I was just rewatching your classic TV drama with friends, that one called 'Career City'—it's so brilliant! And your acting is impeccable, both cool and beautiful!"

"Hehe, thank you for the praise. How have you been lately? Is your health good?"

The two exchanged a few caring words about their recent situations.

Su Yu shifted the topic, her tone becoming relaxed and casual: "By the way, Wen Ruan, let me tell you something. Next weekend, I'm coming to Yancheng and plan to crash at your place for a few days. Is that convenient?"

Wen Ruan on the other end seemed momentarily stunned, then immediately said: "Convenient, of course it's convenient, I'd be delighted. I'll tidy up the guest room for you in advance. Do you have any particular foods you'd like? Or wines you want to drink? I'll prepare them ahead."

A slight curve touched Su Yu's lips, her voice growing even softer: "No need to go to all that trouble, we're like sisters, whatever's fine. No need for the guest room, we can sleep together, it'll be easier to talk."

"Ah?" Wen Ruan let out a soft exclamation, carrying a mix of surprise and little excitement, "Alright then, looking forward to your arrival."

"Mhm."

After hanging up, Cheng Xiaoxi stepped forward and silently took the phone.

"Sister Yu, I've already communicated with Secretary Chen. Tomorrow evening, after Ms. Ouyang attends the summit's welcome banquet, she will personally come to the hotel to visit you."

"Oh, okay." Su Yu responded indifferently, seemingly unsurprised by this outcome.

She stood up, casually gathering her waterfall-like long hair and loosely tying it behind her head with a silk ribbon.

Then, with lazy steps, she walked into the bathroom.

The custom quartz round tub had hazy steam wafting over the water's surface, reflecting the entire dazzling bay area nightscape outside the window.

Cheng Xiaoxi placed a glass of aerated Burgundy red wine on the small table beside the bathtub.

Su Yu removed her clothes, revealing a nearly perfect snow-white body.

Her straight collarbones were delicate like butterfly wings; her long swan-like neck traced an elegant curve; her rounded, perky breasts swayed slightly...

Exuding astonishing temptation.

Ripples formed on the water surface, fragmented light swirling across her shoulders.

She slowly stepped into the bathtub, her fair, translucent skin merging with the swirling mist.

Wet strands of hair clung to her smooth, beautiful back, the contrast of black and white creating a powerful visual impact.

After downing the red wine in one go, she closed her eyes.

Immersing herself in this lonely night that belonged only to her.

This encounter with Shen Yuyan in the elevator was indeed just an unexpected interlude.

Her purpose in coming to Shencheng this time was to give Ouyang Xianyue a reasonable excuse to step down.

After all, Tang Song would soon be heading to New York.

New York... Jin Meixiao...

And unexpectedly seeing Shen Yuyan, the former "Campus Belle of Yancheng University of Science and Technology" here,

Many long-buried memories from the depths of her mind naturally surfaced like ripples on a pond after a stone is tossed in.

2018.

What a wonderfully nostalgic year.

On New Year's Day, Tang Song, who was still in his second year of university, was going to perform on stage with his dorm mates.

How could she, who was "inseparable" from him at the time, possibly miss such a grand occasion?

She pestered him, insisting on going to watch.

He ultimately indulged her willfulness, taking her in disguise as an ordinary female university student, sneaking into that lively New Year's Eve party.

Oh, right, Jin Meixiao was also there at the time.

The expression on her face as she watched Tang Song on stage, thinking back on it now, was still quite spectacular.

Then, during the Spring Festival, her big-screen debut film soared to become the domestic box office champion.

Excelling in film, television, and music, her radiance completely illuminated the entire Huaxia entertainment industry that year.

Many other major events happened that year too.

Liu Qingning joined the "Internet+" entrepreneurship competition, Qingning Technology began its establishment,

Tang Song founded companies like Confluent Capital (Rongliu Capital) and Silent Crown.

Tang Yi Precision developed rapidly, Ouyang Xianyue appeared on CCTV.

Jin Meixiao was elected Entrepreneur of the Year 2018, enjoying unparalleled attention.

Feeling the warm water gently glide over every inch of her skin,

Su Yu slowly let out a breath, as if some indescribable emotions were pent up in her chest.

Her hands trembled slightly, as if trying to grasp a vanished figure in the air.

A long time later.

She raised her hand, her damp fingertip lightly tracing a line across her chest.

Then, on her chest, thighs, cheeks, abdomen... she wrote his name stroke by stroke—

Tang Song.

Her fingers pressed down hard.

Her skin marked with faint red lines from her nails.

Yet she seemed unaware, a gentle, dazed smile floating on her lips.

"See, it's all you."

......

December 9, 2023, Saturday.

Yanjing Tiancheng, guest bedroom.

Her biological clock promptly woke Qian Lele from her slumber.

She instinctively turned over, her palm touching soft, fine bed sheets.

The air carried a faint woody scent and a gentle warmth, like air pre-warmed by sunlight.

She squinted, gazing blankly at the minimalist-style ceiling.

This wasn't the dorm.

Nor was it home.

For a moment, she couldn't process where she was, only feeling a buzzing in her head.

It wasn't until her gaze accidentally fell on the grayish-white canvas tote bag on the bedside table that she went "ah!"

Instantly fully awake.

Scenes from last night flashed through her mind like a fast-forwarded movie.

The sweet wine, the night view outside the window, her brother's gentle smile, the flickering screen in the media room...

Although she felt a bit fuzzy after drinking, all the memories were clearly preserved.

She had really let loose last night.

From childhood till now, she had never laughed like that, never had so much fun.

Laughing until her stomach hurt, her palms sweaty, even snatching the controller from her brother, sitting on his lap, insisting he teach her how to play racing games hand-in-hand.

Finally played until she didn't remember what time, falling asleep on the sofa.

And then... was she carried here by him?

Her cheeks flushed "whoosh" bright red, becoming burning hot.

Oh my god! Qian Lele! What have you done!

You promised brother you'd stay to help him clean the room, but last night you were so busy eating, drinking, and having fun that you forgot all about the main task!

Covering her burning face, Qian Lele mentally scolded herself for a good while.

With the original plan disrupted, she now had to make up for the work during the daytime today.

Secretly determined: I must do extra work!

Though filled with guilt, an uncontrollable thread of secret joy quietly grew within her.

Last night's memories were just too wonderful.

And this also meant she could legitimately spend more time with her brother.

She picked up her phone to check the time—it was just past 6 a.m.

In Yancheng at this time of year, sunrise wasn't until 7:30; outside the window was still pitch black, the city not yet fully awake from its slumber.

She put on her slippers and walked into the walk-in closet.

Hesitating for a moment, she selected a brand new dark-colored tracksuit from the wardrobe.

Although she wasn't the type to accept gifts from others without reason, wearing clothes he prepared for her at her brother's home—

She found no reason to refuse.

It seemed to signal a kind of "acceptance."

Changing into this high-end tracksuit, she also put on a pair of equally brand new HOKA running shoes.

Spinning in front of the mirror, the soft fabric clung to her youthful, graceful body lines, making her look vibrant, pretty, and spirited.

After admiring herself for a good while, she finally stopped examining her reflection, blushing.

Qian Lele walked briskly outward.

As soon as she approached the living room, she heard rhythmic "huff" sounds coming from inside.

Following the sound, she saw Tang Song by the floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a black athletic T-shirt, hands on the floor, doing standard push-ups.

The light illuminated his solid shoulders, sculpted, tense muscle lines, and the slightly undulating back muscle groups under his T-shirt.

Sweat had already soaked his short sleeves; under the light, his masculine charm radiated like an invisible aura.

Qian Lele quickly averted her gaze, greeting softly: "Brother, good morning."

"Morning, Lele, awake? How did you sleep last night?" Tang Song stopped his movements, stood up, and looked at her.

The Cinderella, now in brand new sportswear, appeared even more youthful and vibrant, like the first ray of sunlight piercing through morning mist—pure and full of vitality.

"Mhm! Really well, the bed was super soft, slept wonderfully." She nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling.

"It's too cold in winter, and it's still dark now, not suitable for outdoor exercise. There's a treadmill and elliptical machine here, you can do some indoor cardio."

"Mhm mhm, okay, thanks brother."

Qian Lele approached the high-tech elliptical machine, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hint of hesitation.

She usually exercised by running on the school field, never having used such advanced, complex fitness equipment before.

Seeing her slightly flustered appearance, Tang Song chuckled softly and considerately came to her side.

Like a professional fitness coach, he patiently taught her how to start the machine, adjust resistance, and set different exercise modes.

Soon, the quick-witted Cinderella mastered the basic operation methods.

"Wow! This is so easy to use! It can even measure heart rate!"

That kind of shining happiness from experiencing something new for the first time flowed naturally from her.

Extremely contagious.

Tang Song also started the treadmill beside her, setting a relatively gentle jogging pace. While exercising with her, he chatted casually.

"Elliptical machines have less impact on the knees, suitable for girls doing long cardio for fat burning. Since you're just starting, don't aim for too high speed or resistance; just keep your heart rate in the fat-burning zone (around 130-150 beats per minute)..."

Using simple, easy-to-understand language, he shared some scientific fitness knowledge and body shaping techniques with his little sister.

Unconsciously, the forty-minute morning workout quickly passed.

Both had worked up a good sweat, sitting side by side on the soft carpet before the floor-to-ceiling window, doing cool-down stretches.

Outside the window, the sky was gradually turning fish-belly white, the massive city skyline below becoming clearer.

A new day was about to begin.

Tang Song chatted from scientific exercise to healthy eating, then from healthy eating to how artificial intelligence would change future life.

His tone was gentle and well-structured.

Qian Lele listened enthralled, her clear, bright eyes wide open, filled with thirst for knowledge and admiration for her brother.

Looking at her pretty face full of curiosity and wonder.

Tang Song's heart couldn't help but stir with a subtle emotion.

No wonder many people forever like eighteen-year-old girls.

Not because of their youthful recklessness.

But because they haven't yet been tainted by society's complexity.

Their world is still a canvas waiting to be filled.

If you're willing, just spend a little thought and patience, taking them to experience those fresh things they've never seen before, to appreciate those vast worlds they don't yet understand.

You can easily harvest the purest, strongest positive emotional value from their crystal-clear eyes.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze on her, Qian Lele instinctively reached up to wipe her face, asking uncertainly: "Brother? Is there... something on my face?"

"No." Tang Song shook his head, reached out to pinch her cheek, and smiled: "It's that I think you're very beautiful."

"Ah..."

The blush on Qian Lele's face instantly spread.

"Don't, don't tease me." She muttered softly, brushing the stray hairs back from her forehead, trying to appear calm, "That... I promised yesterday to help brother clean the room, but I broke my word. So, what do you want for breakfast today? I'll make it for you. After eating, I'll handle all the housework. Brother, you should go take a shower first."

"Emm..... then how about egg pancakes with cold dishes."

"Okay, I'll go make them now." After saying this, Qian Lele got up briskly and walked lightly toward the kitchen.

After her figure disappeared.

Tang Song stood up, returned to the bedroom, took a shower, and changed into comfortable casual clothes.

Picking up his phone, he saw there were already several unread messages.

There was the daily "check-in greeting" from junior Lingling, still full of energy and vitality.

There was one from his first love; in winter, she only worked out on weekdays, sleeping in on weekends.

After replying to the messages.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The phone vibrated.

[Shen Yuyan: "Dear BOSS, Good morning! Today's the day the summit starts, I'm all prepared, definitely won't let down your high expectations, mua~ (#red lips)."]

[Shen Yuyan: "It's just that you got me too excited yesterday, couldn't sleep well at night, dark circles are barely containable, need to apply more tinted moisturizer for damage control (#sigh)"]

[Shen Yuyan: photo.jpg]

Clicking open, it was a selfie of Shen Yuyan just after waking up.

In the photo, she was in her hotel room.

Wearing only a white camisole underneath, her jet-black long hair falling loosely, covering her shoulders.

Her fresh, elegant campus belle face, under the soft morning light, was breathtakingly beautiful.

Both pure and seductive, with a hint of barely noticeable calculation.

The campus belle Shen, having obtained a new position and revitalized, seemed to have undergone subtle yet interesting changes.

...

Shencheng, JW Marriott Hotel.

"Ding dong—"

[Tang Song: "So it seems I caused your dark circles? Do I need to take responsibility?"]

Shen Yuyan's fingertip paused lightly on the screen for a few seconds, replying: "That depends on how you plan to take responsibility. It can't be... compensating me for one night, right? If it's President Tang personally compensating, I'm afraid it'll be another sleepless night. (#chin in hand)"]

[Tang Song: "You haven't tried it, how would you know."]

Shen Yuyan bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with moisture: "Heard it from Qingqing; she always ends up with slapping sounds, needing to catch up on sleep the next day."

[Tang Song: (shocked emoji)]

Shen Yuyan looked at the screen and chuckled softly, pressing the phone against her burning cheek.

Her heart felt tingly and numb.

From the moment she got her new position yesterday, she had actually already completely fallen.

No longer thinking about playing hard to get with him, or even guiding his emotions.

More so, she was enjoying the ambiguity with him.

After exchanging a few more suggestive messages back and forth.

Shen Yuyan reluctantly put down her phone and walked over to sit at the desk.

She looked at the paused video frame on the computer screen, the emotions in her eyes becoming extremely complex.

Last night's insomnia was mainly due to that meaningful remark Su Yu left before parting in the elevator.

["I watched you host the Yancheng University of Science and Technology New Year's Eve party live, in 2018. The dancing was good. As expected, he had his eye on you back then."]

After returning, she immediately found the complete recording of that year's party on Bilibili.

As the most popular "campus belle" at school, she had hosted too many parties and events, big and small.

She had long forgotten all about this New Year's Eve party.

It wasn't until last night, when she fast-forwarded through the replay, that she finally discovered the figure she had been dreaming about in a skit segment.

So, she had actually shared the stage with Tang Song.

That year, Lu Ziming was madly pursuing her. A skit for the New Year's Eve party had a last-minute issue and needed someone to fill in.

Lu Ziming immediately volunteered, pulling his dorm "bros" to answer the call.

Shen Yuyan was the female lead in it.

While Tang Song was merely a pure background character; throughout the ten-minute performance, he only had two or three ins