Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 729: Prose Poem

In the night, beams of car lights occasionally sliced through the darkness.

Snowflakes danced wildly within the light.

The attic balcony fell into brief silence, leaving only the three women's rapid heartbeats.

The woman beneath the streetlight pierced through the wind and snow with her gaze, sweeping over their faces before precisely landing on Zhang Yan.

She gave a slight nod, and on that stern face, there seemed to be an extremely subtle smile.

Zhang Yan finally confirmed - she was indeed Tang Song's driver.

Lin Feifei and Cheng Xiaoyue swallowed hard with difficulty.

As standard literary young women, they had watched countless movies and read countless novels.

But this scene before them—

Snowy night, luxury car, mysterious stern woman, and that specially delivered gift.

Was more unreal and impactful than any fictional plot.

Moreover, all of this was actually happening to their most ordinary friend, Zhang Yan.

"Yanyan..." Cheng Xiaoyue's voice trembled, "The one downstairs... she, she's... here to deliver something to you?"

"Yes."

Zhang Yan took a deep breath. The biting cold of the winter night failed to calm her down.

Instead, it stirred even greater waves in the already turbulent sea within her heart.

Tang Song...

He actually sent the clothes over just because I casually mentioned the link...

Even... specially prepared medicine.

How could he be so good to me.

Since childhood, Zhang Yan's life had been like a rootless duckweed.

Her parents' divorce, childhood spent living under others' roofs, moving again and again for survival...

She never had a truly stable home, always drifting, always struggling to adapt to one new environment after another.

And in all her turbulent, obscure years, the teenage Tang Song had been the shining coordinate in her life.

Now, she stood in the light, feeling its warmth and embrace.

Feeling like the happiest person in the world.

"Please, please wait a moment, I'll come down right away!" Zhang Yan called to the female driver downstairs, then turned to go down before abruptly stopping, "Feifei, how, how do I unlock the door downstairs?"

"I'll go down with you, I'll open, open the door for you."

"Okay."

Cheng Xiaoyue, having regained her composure, immediately followed: "I'll go down with you too."

Urgent footsteps sounded from the balcony, passing through the cozy attic and descending the wooden staircase.

Sweeping past the first floor's flowers and plants that emitted a faint fragrance in the night.

Lin Feifei ran to the door, took out her keys, and somewhat flusteredly unlocked the flower shop's glass door.

"Whoosh—" The door was pulled open, and the cold wind rushed in violently.

Stepping onto the sidewalk outside the flower shop, their footsteps instinctively slowed down.

Up close, the woman's imposing presence felt even stronger.

She was really tall, wearing a black coat and combat boots, her posture as straight as a spear.

Zhang Yan felt this was completely unlike a driver, more like a cold, highly skilled female agent straight out of a novel.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei instinctively shrank behind her.

Zhang Yan mustered her courage and spoke first: "H-hello, I'm Zhang Yan."

"Hello, Miss Zhang." Her voice was as cool and efficient as on the phone, devoid of extra emotion. "I'm President Tang's driver, Liu Jiayi."

Liu Jiayi took a few steps forward and handed over the shopping bag in her hand.

"These are the shell jackets President Tang prepared for your two friends, two different sizes, one S and one M."

She then handed over another slightly smaller paper bag: "This bag contains the montmorillonite powder and heating pads I bought. President Tang instructed that the weather is cold, so you should keep warm, drink warm water, and avoid eating cold foods."

Her speech was concise and clear, without any unnecessary words, displaying extremely high professionalism.

"Ah... okay..." Zhang Yan quickly took the bags, feeling their weight sink in her hands. She looked up at this woman who stood half a head taller than her with such strong presence, stammering: "Th-thank you for your hard work, sorry to trouble you to make this special trip, and... with the snow falling... thank you!"

"It's my duty." Liu Jiayi nodded slightly, her voice crisp and efficient.

Immediately, an awkward silence fell over the scene.

Snowflakes continued to fall.

Zhang Yan saw that Liu Jiayi showed no intention of turning to leave, and she didn't dare to simply turn back to the shop either.

One tall, one short, they formed a peculiar standoff under the lights of this snowy night.

After a moment, Zhang Yan mustered her courage again and whispered: "It's too cold outside, and it's snowing, you, you can just go back directly, drive safely on the way."

But Liu Jiayi shook her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over the two friends behind Zhang Yan who were craning their necks and looking dazed.

"President Tang's orders." She still maintained that businesslike tone. "After your two friends try on the shell jackets, if they don't fit, I'll immediately arrange to exchange the sizes."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei widened their eyes, their minds buzzing.

They quickly extracted key information from Liu Jiayi's few concise sentences.

Wow!

Just because we joked a few times in the attic, tried on Yanyan's shell jacket, and casually said we wanted the link...

Yanyan's mysterious "lord" actually immediately sent someone, driving that Rolls-Royce Phantom that looked like it cost over ten million, braving the wind and snow, to deliver clothes in different sizes?

Even... if they don't fit, they can be immediately exchanged?!

What kind of absurd plot is this that only appears in domineering CEO novels?

Zhang Yan herself was completely bewildered by this series of actions, feeling dizzy and at a loss.

That feeling of being cherished and spoiled, held so preciously in her hands, even quietly gave rise to a trace of guilt in her heart.

Feeling that Tang Song was being excessively good to her.

Finally, the more experienced Lin Feifei reacted first, stammering to Liu Jiayi: "They'll fit... definitely fit, no need to try, too... too much trouble for you."

Liu Jiayi's gaze remained calm. "This is my job."

Facing her substantial gaze, Lin Feifei quickly lowered her head, not daring to argue further.

Zhang Yan bit her lip and followed her two friends back to the warm, fragrant first floor of the flower shop.

Opening the shopping bags, she took out two brand new black shell jackets.

"Yanyan." Cheng Xiaoyue pulled the still somewhat dazed Zhang Yan aside behind a row of tall areca palms, her voice extremely low. "Your 'lord'... has he always been... this extravagant?"

"I don't know either..." Zhang Yan's face turned red, her voice as faint as a mosquito's.

"What exactly is his background? This feels like we're in a movie, I'm so scared." Lin Feifei patted her small chest, feeling her heartbeat hadn't yet calmed.

Zhang Yan pursed her lips and said nothing more.

The two hurriedly changed into the same style shell jackets as Zhang Yan and walked back out through the flower shop's glass door.

They saw Liu Jiayi still standing as straight as a spear in the wind and snow.

A thin layer of broken snow had already accumulated on her shoulders and hair, her expression still stern.

"Miss Zhang, do the clothes fit?"

"They fit, they fit! Especially well! Not too big or small, just right!"

The three girls stood straight like students called upon by their teacher, answering in unison.

"Good." Liu Jiayi finally nodded. "Goodbye."

With that, she didn't linger further, turned, opened the Rolls-Royce's door, and her tall, cool figure disappeared into the car.

"Goodbye!" "Drive safely!" "Be careful on the road!"

The low, resonant engine sound started, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom silently merged into the traffic, gradually disappearing into the snowy night.

......

Inside the flower shop, it was warm as spring, but dead silent.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei flanked Zhang Yan, staring at her intently as if looking at an alien.

Zhang Yan felt uncomfortable under their gaze, lowering her head with a shy blush: "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Confess honestly! Who exactly is that 'lord'?!" Cheng Xiaoyue took the lead in questioning.

"Sending clothes and medicine! And sending such a cool female driver in a Rolls-Royce!" Lin Feifei continued, "Yanyan, you... you haven't been... kept by some big shot, have you?"

"Stop it! Stop it!" Zhang Yan's face reddened as she lightly hit her. "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Then who exactly is he? What's his name?!"

"...Tang Song."

"Tang Song? Huh? That name..." Cheng Xiaoyue patted her forehead. "I think I've heard it somewhere before. Wasn't it often mentioned in those poetry manuscripts and prose collections of yours from university?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Feifei suddenly clapped her hands. "We all thought it was because you liked Tang and Song poetry, but now it seems we had it completely backwards!"

"So it really is that boy you had a crush on in university!"

"Zhang Yan, what does your 'lord' do now? Is that Rolls-Royce his car?"

"I, I'm not too clear about what exactly he does." Zhang Yan lowered her head, her voice weak.

"That won't do." Cheng Xiaoyue suddenly slapped her thigh. "Yanyan, quickly call him! He sent such expensive gifts, we must personally call to thank him, it's only polite!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Call quickly! We want to thank him." Lin Feifei joined in the urging.

"No... that wouldn't be good..." Zhang Yan's face was so red it seemed about to drip blood. "He's busy with work, I, I'll just send a WeChat message..."

"Sending WeChat lacks sincerity! You must call!"

"Call quickly, call quickly!"

Harassed beyond endurance, Zhang Yan played her final trump card.

"He, he said... after finishing work at nine tonight, he, he would come to pick me up... you can say it to him in person then."

"Ah? He's coming?! Really?!"

"Oh my god, we can see him in person, I really want to see what kind of person he is."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei instantly widened their eyes, excitedly grabbing her hands.

After being baptized by that extraordinary female driver earlier, their curiosity and anticipation for this mysterious "male lead" had peaked.

However, a hint of barely concealed anxiety and worry surfaced in Zhang Yan's eyes.

Although she enjoyed the attention brought by being cherished in front of her friends.

She knew clearly in her heart that she wasn't Tang Song's real girlfriend.

At most, she was a "thief" taking advantage of an opportunity.

So she didn't dare reveal too much about Tang Song, and was even more afraid of him having more contact with her friends in Yancheng in the future.

That would definitely cause trouble for him.

Returning to the attic, the atmosphere had completely changed.

Cheng Xiaoyue, like a mother hen, immediately opened the medicine bag, carefully read the instructions, and watched Zhang Yan drink the montmorillonite powder.

Lin Feifei thoughtfully tore open a heating pad and, without asking, stuffed it under Zhang Yan's sweater, sticking it to her lower abdomen over her thermalwear.

The three sat around the warm heater, continuing their barbecue party.

All of Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei's attention was focused on Zhang Yan's love story.

While eating, they turned into curious babies, asking about various details.

Zhang Yan gradually opened up too, mostly talking about stories from middle school.

The shy young girl, awkward situations, warm walnut milk, and the boy who stood up for her when she was bullied...

On the bicycle's rear seat, the boy's wind-filled school uniform wrapped around the biggest secret of her youth.

Outside the window, the snow fell heavier.

The atmosphere in the attic grew warmer and more expectant because of the mysterious male lead's impending arrival.

......

Yunxi Building, 30th floor.

Inside Songmei Apparel, lights blazed brightly, the atmosphere was as fervent as fire.

On the massive central LED data screen.

The GMV (Gross Merchandise Volume) numbers were jumping at a heart-racing pace.

"President Tang."

Operations Director Zhang Wen came over holding two cups of coffee, handing him one.

"The data looks good. At this rate, breaking thirty million in total sales tonight shouldn't be a problem."

"Mm." Tang Song took a sip of coffee. "After Double Twelve, your operations team should immediately form a special task force to work closely with President Gao, deeply participating in the AI integration project. From user data modeling, intelligent product selection, personalized recommendations, to AIGC content production... I hope to see AI penetrating every aspect of our operations by year-end."

Zhang Wen listened with surging excitement, nodding vigorously: "Understood! President Tang! We'll definitely complete the mission!"

Just then, Product Selection Director Li Yueran hurried over in high heels, her face showing some urgency: "President Tang, Director Zhang, we have a small situation."

"What is it?"

"Several SKUs in our main 'Warm Fleece Series' are running low on inventory." Li Yueran handed over the tablet in her hand.

Tang Song took the tablet, briefly scanned it, his eyes flickering.

From "Double Eleven" to the current "Double Twelve," with the unexpected popularity of shell jackets, He Yiyi's breakout across the internet, and the massive traffic brought by the "Su Yu same style"...

Now Songmei Apparel had firmly established itself in the quasi-top position among domestic vertical clothing e-commerce.

Supply chain was the first chasm that must be crossed.

The first challenge was supply chain optimization and diversification.

In this aspect, he indeed needed to make adjustments, just as described in the Fourth Stage Growth Plan mission - comprehensively integrating CRM+ERP+SCM+BI four major systems to form a unified brand middle platform.

Just then—

"Ring ring—" His phone rang.

[Luna]

Tang Song raised an eyebrow, walked to a quiet meeting room, and answered the call.

"President Tang, good evening." Lin Muxue's voice came through the phone with a smile.

"What's up? Luna."

"Nothing, just wanted to check if you're tired from work. Today's Double Twelve, I watched Yiyi's live broadcast, the data was great."

"Mm." Tang Song smiled. "Is everything in Chang'an taken care of?"

"Yes, all handled properly. I'm returning to Yancheng tomorrow. The private flight itinerary to the French estate has all been arranged."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Not hard work, serving President Tang." Lin Muxue replied playfully, then paused, her voice suddenly becoming very soft and serious: "President Tang, I love you."

Tang Song was momentarily stunned, his voice softening accordingly: "Mm, I love you too."

"That's all then." Lin Muxue on the other end seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, her voice becoming light again. "Bye President Tang, I won't disturb you further!"

"Bye."

Hanging up, Tang Song vaguely sensed something was off about Luna's mood tonight.

But he wasn't sure if it was emotional sensitivity from returning home or if there was something else on her mind.

Better wait until she returns and they can talk in person.

Just as he was about to put away his phone, he saw two more unread messages.

[Shen Yuyan: "BOSS, I've basically familiarized myself with the situation at Xuanji Optical World, the summary document has been sent to your email. I'm returning to Yancheng tomorrow, looking forward to our next deep exchange (#kiss)"]

[Shen Yuyan: "BOSS, I've basically familiarized myself with the situation at Xuanji Optical World, the summary document has been sent to your email. I'm returning to Yancheng tomorrow, looking forward to our next deep exchange oh (#kiss)"]

Looking at these consecutive "returning to Yancheng" messages, a gentle smile appeared on Tang Song's face.

For this city that held so many of his memories and emotions, he too had deep attachment.

After replying to both messages.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to the window.

Fine, pure white snowflakes were gently falling from the dark night sky.

The snow was getting heavier...

Zhang Yan must be very happy now, she always wanted to see northern snow.

Tang Song chuckled lightly, turned and walked back to his office, putting on the coat hanging on the rack.

While dialing Liu Jiayi's number, he strode toward the elevator.

......

On the attic balcony, the charcoal had long extinguished, leaving only faintly glowing embers flickering.

The three girls nestled in the warm attic, wrapped in wool blankets Lin Feifei had dug out from somewhere.

Zhang Yan held a cup of honey citron tea, lowering her head flipping through old books collected by Lin Feifei, her cheeks glowing with a cute blush under the heating;

Cheng Xiaoyue leaned in the beanbag chair, humming along while recording heartwarming videos with her phone.

As the song ended.

Lin Feifei put down the guitar, teasing: "Yanyan you're still the same, so absorbed in listening, never singing along."

Zhang Yan blushed, murmuring in defense: "I, I don't sing well..."

"Hey, it's already eight-thirty." Cheng Xiaoyue glanced at the time, her face showing undisguised gossipy expression. "Yanyan, why hasn't your 'lord' come yet? If he doesn't come soon, we might just kidnap you."

"Oh—so it's nine o'clock." Lin Feifei drew out the tone. "Then these last half hour, someone must feel like days are passing like years."

The two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

Of course, amidst the excitement, a faint worry also arose in their hearts.

They knew Zhang Yan too well, knew her troubled background since ch