Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 759: Stealing Spring, and Feeling Inferior

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Tea splashed slightly from the cup, landing on Ouyang Xianyue’s lapel and blooming into a small dark stain.

But it was only a lapse of less than two seconds.

Ouyang Xianyue steadied her mind with composure.

She did not hurry to wipe the stain; instead she calmly set the teacup back on the table.

It made a soft “clack.”

When she lifted her eyes again, there was no ripple left in them.

“Su Yu, your joke went a little too far.” She smiled lightly, a tone of worldly clarity in her voice. “I’m at that age already. I don’t have the heart or energy to think about raising children anymore. For me, as long as Tang Yi Precision can endure for generations, that’s the best child I could wish for.”

Those words were airtight.

She could determine whether someone was lying from the slightest facial movement.

Or rather, this graceful and elegant Ms. Ouyang was not as indifferent and ascetic as she professed to be.

That, for Su Yu, was actually good news.

What she feared most was Ouyang Xianyue truly living as a paragon of chastity, forever placing family legacy and that deceased husband above all else.

If that were the case, for the sake of family interests, she might one day stab Tang Song in the back as Jin Meixiao warned.

Although she loathed Jin Meixiao, she had to admit that Jin Meixiao’s feelings for Tang Song were absolutely genuine.

But now, it seemed otherwise.

Where there is private desire, there is leverage.

“Sister Xianyue, don’t take it the wrong way, I was just being sentimental.” Su Yu’s mouth curved into an amused smile, she leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. “For me, the most romantic, the craziest thing in my life would be to have a child with Tang Song that belongs to both of us.”

She looked into empty space, her gaze suddenly tender and full of feeling.

As if she had fallen into the most beautiful dream.

“Think about it, that child might inherit a pair of eyes as pretty as mine, but with his exact same straight nose—his little replica, whose blood runs like him, who would call out softly ‘daddy, mommy’...”

For a moment, Su Yu transformed with supreme acting skill into a small woman immersed in love,

a maternal glow so contagious it almost overflowed.

It was like a gentle knife, stabbing directly into the softest, loneliest corner of Ouyang Xianyue’s heart.

No matter how well-guarded the noblewoman’s defenses were, she felt her composure sway and her breath falter.

Have a child...

Ouyang Xianyue’s hand on her knee tightened instinctively on the fabric.

She lifted her eyes and smiled faintly, shaking her head. “Su Yu, you’d definitely be a good mother.”

Su Yu, who had been watching closely, took in that reaction and smiled: “Maybe. Actually, I’m not confident I could raise him well.”

“Xiangxiang, enough, you’ve gone off track.” Ouyang Xianyue didn’t want to dwell on this dangerous topic any longer, and she forcibly steered the conversation back on point. “The reason I asked you to come here today is mainly twofold. One, the Paris trip—you need to manage the boundaries properly. Two, regarding the Moonlight Trust, I hope you have no reservations about it.”

“I don’t care about the trust at all. If I could swap identities with Liu Qingning, I’d give up all assets and fame,” Su Yu waved her hand casually, showing indifference. Then her tone shifted, and a wild light flashed in her eyes: “But as for the Paris trip, the boundaries might be another matter.”

“Hm?” Ouyang Xianyue blinked.

Su Yu rose slightly, leaned in, and whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to sleep with him, and no one will stop me this time. If he dares to refuse again, I’ll drug him. Lock him in the hotel and don’t let him out for a week. Maybe... there will really be a child?”

This yandere pose and talk clearly startled Ms. Ouyang.

“We agreed—don’t do anything reckless!”

“Don’t worry, I was only joking.” Su Yu shrugged. “Alright, Sister Xianyue, thanks for the tea. You’re so busy, I won’t keep you. I have to go prepare for my birthday party. Goodbye.”

With that she put on her trench coat, sunglasses, and a baseball cap.

Accompanied by Secretary Chen Jing, she pushed the door open and strode out with the utmost swagger.

Only Ouyang Xianyue remained in the office.

Her eyes flickered violently as she exhaled sharply.

Her gaze then fell on the still-damp tea stain.

It had been over nine years since her husband’s death.

A couple of years ago, to escape gossip and to hide truths she didn’t want to face,

she poured all her energy into salvaging the mess her late husband left behind at Xin Kaihang Electronics.

Under the hypocritical banner of “fulfilling my late husband’s wishes,” she wanted to prove herself.

A top graduate from Tsinghua’s precision instruments department and an MBA from MIT Sloan,

her academic credentials, intelligence, and ability were unquestionable.

Yet reality was brutal.

Outdated technology, insufficient funding, fierce market competition...

First her grandfather died, leaving her emotionally drained.

Then, with her husband gone, a resources gap formed.

Added to that were the greedy in-laws’ gossip and their behind-the-scenes sabotage.

The factory began to suffer a series of problems.

If she had bowed her head then and invoked the Ouyang family’s backing on her father’s side to force-feed support, perhaps the factory could have been saved.

But she was too proud, too concerned with face.

She refused to admit failure, refused to be anyone’s subordinate.

What followed was the darkest time.

Factory shutdowns, employee unrest, bank loan demands.

External ridicule and doubt from both sides of her family nearly drowned her.

Until the eve of the 2017 New Year.

A nineteen-year-old suddenly appeared.

He brought not only lifesaving funds but also advanced technical resources and, more precious than gold, his trust.

He pulled her out of the mire.

He let her become the today’s exalted “Precision Queen,” standing at the forefront of national manufacturing reform, a leader both families looked up to.

But no one knew the full story.

Over the years, moral constraints, ethics, dignity, face, and reputation...

these heavy shackles shaped the false “Ms. Ouyang” she presented to the world.

Even though she had long since developed feelings for Tang Song,

even though she keenly sensed his hidden possessiveness toward her,

every time she was about to give in, she would find lofty excuses and pile on layer after layer of rationalizations.

“Stability for the family firm,” “to check Jin Meixiao,” “to appease Su Yu.”

As if cloaked in “business cooperation” and “political jockeying,” everything she did toward him became reasonable and noble.

But...

a child.

To bear a child, especially an illegitimate one by Tang Song,

would mean tearing off every pretense and facing the starkest reality.

Potential public storm, the family’s face, her pristine reputation...

Even, how would Tang Song view her?

Ouyang Xianyue closed her eyes and gently stroked the cool tea stain.

She felt cold all over, yet blood hot in her veins.

In truth, Su Yu hadn’t convinced her.

Because she had been thinking about this from the start.

That crazy seed had perhaps been planted the moment Tang Song pulled her from despair.

Otherwise, why over the years had she, who posed as righteous and elderly in demeanor, watched Tang Song and Liu Qingning drift apart without intervening?

Why did she stay silent when Su Yu used Tang Yi Precision’s resources to transfer Liu Qingning away from Tang Song to Shen City?

In her original strategic blueprint, the pure-born, childhood-friend Liu Qingning was the best chip to check Jin Meixiao’s ambition.

Over the past few years, if she had exerted even a little effort, pushed a little, Tang Song and Liu Qingning might already have been preparing their wedding.

But she didn’t.

She sat high and watched everything unfold, then commented on Su Yu’s madness and Jin Meixiao’s ambition, as if she were an outsider.

Finally, she magnanimously gifted Liu Qingning 5% of Qingning Technology’s shares.

She was too good at disguising herself.

Too adept at using morality to hypnotize herself.

Packaging herself as a “saint” who endured humiliation for the greater good.

Su Yu’s earlier speech simply tore away the fig leaf hiding her deepest, greedy, dark self.

Her nervousness and momentary loss of composure at the mention of “child” wasn’t just shame; it was panic at having her secret calculations exposed.

And...

Why was she going all the way to Jing County?

Why did she adopt the posture of a junior visiting Tang Song’s father?

Wasn’t it to later secure the Tang family’s recognition for her own child?

She was a woman steeped in tradition and clan values.

Even if she wanted to be an unconventional lover and have a child,

deep down she longed for a sense of ritual legitimacy.

At that thought, Ouyang Xianyue opened her eyes abruptly.

A low, self-mocking smile curved her lips.

She stood and walked to the large executive desk.

She pulled open the bottom drawer.

Inside she took out a sheet of xuan paper. It wasn’t the usual “jing” character she wrote, nor business plans.

It was a stack of poems written in wild cursive.

The script was rough and unrestrained, the strokes pressed through the paper, each brushstroke exuding repressed passion and yearning.

She spread a fresh sheet.

Dipped the brush in thick ink.

She lifted the brush, wrist suspended.

Tang Song’s young handsome face and his strong masculine scent floated through her mind.

In that moment, it was as if he stood behind her again.

His palm covered the back of her hand, guiding her strokes.

His abdomen pressed tightly against her ample waist and hips, the burning heat searing through the fabric to her skin.

Her wrist trembled as the brush touched down, ink flowing.

“Rudream Ode · Stealing Spring”

Inner courtyard, heavy doors locked, accustomed to watching the lone lamp and lying alone. Last night the rain thinned and raged, startling a thousand begonia blossoms. Know it? Know it? I stole a single breeze of spring.

After writing the final character, she set the brush down heavily.

Ouyang Xianyue stared at the “steal” character, its strokes pressing through the paper, and a near-pathological delight flashed in her eyes.

It was the exhilaration of breaking a taboo, the catharsis of years of suppressed emotion.

“Knock, knock, knock—”

At that moment the steady knock on the door interrupted the private reverie.

Ouyang Xianyue’s expression hardened, she suppressed all emotion.

She calmly picked up a heavy finance magazine and gently covered the still-damp paper, concealing that absurd secret.

She adjusted her breathing and returned to her composed, noble demeanor, and said faintly, “Come in.”

The office door opened and Secretary Chen Jing entered.

“Ms. Ouyang, Miss Su Yu has already left. She will stay in Shen City for a day, then fly directly to Paris.”

Ouyang Xianyue inclined her head slightly, her tone calm: “Understood. Arrange it—tell the security and PR teams to be on full alert. Her birthday party has caused a huge stir worldwide, with many eyes on it. Make sure she’s well taken care of. I don’t want to see anything unexpected happen.”

Especially not for her to truly go mad and do something irreversible.

That half-sentence she kept to herself.

“Yes, understood.” Secretary Chen Jing nodded and took notes. “Also, just now we received a request from Jiang Yourong of Xuanji Optical World’s CEO office; she hopes to accompany the inspection to Quancheng.”

“Oh? Jiang Yourong?” Ouyang Xianyue raised an eyebrow, pondered briefly, and said, “Okay.”

Chen Jing nodded. “Also, Ms. Liu Qingning has just arrived at the Qianhai Innovation Center.”

“Is it for Xuanji Optical World?”

“Yes. The engineering prototype of the first-generation AR glasses is finished and has entered the final stage of hardware-software integration. Qingning Technology, as the core algorithm support, is on-site with Ms. Liu leading the team.” Chen Jing glanced at her tablet and added, “Besides her, there’s also Miss Zhang Yan you asked me to keep an eye on. As a member of Nebula International’s marketing support team, she came with the delegation.”

“I know.” Ouyang Xianyue watched the window, seemingly lost in thought.

After a moment she suddenly asked, “I remember Qing Ning’s father was an accountant, right?”

Though the chairman’s topic jump was surprising, as a top secretary Chen Jing was well-versed in the backgrounds of personnel: “Yes. Qing Ning’s father is named Liu Xueming, currently employed at Quancheng Mining Construction Company’s branch in Jing County. It’s a long-established state-owned enterprise. He serves in the finance department as a veteran accountant, with long service and a good reputation, but his position hasn’t changed much.”

Ouyang Xianyue pondered then tapped the desk lightly with her fingers.

“Arrange it. Contact the Quancheng State-owned Assets Commission and transfer Liu Xueming to Quancheng State Investment. Place him in the Audit and Supervision Department. That role is quiet, well-paid, and respected. Take care of this personally. I want it done before I leave Quancheng.”

“Understood! I’ll communicate it right away.”

“Go.”

Chen Jing turned and left, closing the door gently.

Silence returned to the office.

Ouyang Xianyue leaned back, sinking into the wide executive chair.

Qianhai · Tang Yi Precision Innovation Center.

In the silver-gray corridor full of tech vibes, a faint scent of aroma lingered in the air.

“Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan?”

Beside her, Zhang Lu lightly tapped her arm and whispered.

“Oh... here.” Zhang Yan snapped back to attention, standing up a little flustered. “What’s wrong, Lulu?”

“We’re about to enter the meeting room. Why do you seem spaced out today?” Zhang Lu worriedly glanced at her. “Did you stay up last night revising the proposal? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, no.”

Zhang Yan pressed her lips together and shook her head, taking a deep breath to tamp down the wildly beating heart in her chest.

Her hand, however, tightened instinctively around the Coach briefcase she had bought recently.

Zhang Lu didn’t notice anything odd. Instead she leaned in toward her, voice bubbling with excitement:

“To be honest, my legs are still weak. Our company is amazing to land such an incredible project! Xuanji Optical World—that’s Tang Yi Precision’s most confidential project in this park!”

She looked at the hurried elites wearing high-level badges with envy in her eyes.

“If it weren’t for you returning from Imperial Capital’s training and being promoted two levels, being personally chosen by Director Wen as head of marketing copy, I, a little shrimp, would never have a chance to get into a meeting room like this. Yan-yan, from now on I’ll cling to your thigh!”

Zhang Lu’s chatter did nothing to ease Zhang Yan’s nerves.

It made her more anxious.

Her nervousness wasn’t just because it was her first time at such a high-level business meeting,

but because she saw Qingning Technology listed among the project participants in the group.

She didn’t know whether Liu Qingning would attend, but fear gnawed at her anyway.

Although she knew Tang Song had other women around him—Wen Ruan, Xu Qing...

when facing Liu Qingning she felt an instinctive, thief-sees-the-owner panic.

For the past ten years she had lurked in the shadows like moss in a gutter, secretly admiring, secretly loving, and despicably stealing what belonged to another girl.

Even though rationally she knew Liu Qingning, up on that pedestal, probably didn’t even recognize her, even might never have noticed this transparent former middle school deskmate,

in Zhang Yan’s heart, Liu Qingning was the brightest light of Tang Song’s youth—the one who had rightful claim to him.

Three years of high school, no matter how hard Zhang Yan studied and tried to catch up, she always felt tens of thousands of miles away.

Now seeing her again as Tang Song’s “girlfriend” brought that bone-deep inferiority and helplessness flooding back.

Perhaps sensing the odd gaze from the corner, Liu Qingning paused slightly as she walked to the main seat; those clear black-and-white eyes seemed to casually scan the room.

Her sight slid to the end of the long table.

Their eyes briefly met in the air.

Liu Qingning’s gaze was clear, but when she saw her, her pupils flickered slightly with a trace of puzzlement and scrutiny.

In that instant, Zhang Yan felt as if her breath stopped.

She bowed her head in panic and stared at the keyboard.

Is she looking at me? Does she recognize me?

Impossible... why would she remember a nobody like me...

She frantically comforted herself and slowly calmed.

“All right, everyone’s here. Let’s begin today’s meeting.”

The meeting was chaired by a senior Tang Yi Precision manager, but the person in the core seat beside the host was Liu Qingning.

“This meeting is primarily to coordinate the final push before the first-generation Xuanji Optical World product launch. We need to deeply align hardware development, software ecosystem adaptation, and marketing promotion...”

The meeting began in earnest.

Slides switched on the screen, professional jargon floated through the air.

Liu Qingning would occasionally add a comment.

Her voice was clear and pleasant, not domineering but logically razor-sharp. She pinpointed technical difficulties succinctly, with a rhythm that instantly seized control of the room.

That confidence, composure, and radiant competence made Z