Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 776: I’m Yours

Night had completely fallen.

Christmas Eve, the final moments before Christmas Day.

The evening wind on the Champs-Élysées howled and swept past, lifting withered leaves and a biting chill, yet it couldn't disperse the fervor filling the entire street.

Amidst this flowing play of light and shadow and clamor.

Su Yu stood motionless in her original spot.

Her gaze was entranced, fixed on the lyric booklet in her hand.

Everything around her had blurred into an indistinct background in her eyes.

She had even forgotten to shed tears.

Her entire being was submerged in a kind of shock bordering on speechlessness.

Not to mention the two most intimate years from 2017 to 2018.

Even just in the recent five years, her birthday gifts had never been absent.

Although, those were all sent in the name of Jin Meixiao or the Family Office.

There were top-tier limited edition luxury goods, luxury residences around the world, high-end custom couture.

Even including some company's original equity shares, prime location commercial real estate...

Each piece was worth a fortune.

But in her eyes.

All those gifts combined were not as precious as this single paper booklet before her.

Not even one ten-thousandth as precious.

Because those were assets, measurable by money, cold.

And this, was sentiment.

It was priceless, it was scalding hot.

Su Yu's fingers gently traced over the slightly raised ink marks on the paper.

This was written by his own hand.

From the first page to the ninety-ninth page.

A full 99 pages.

Approximately over thirty thousand words.

Every single character, every punctuation mark, even every unique breath point specific to her singing, had been carefully annotated by him.

What did this mean?

This required extreme slowness, focus, and repeated checking.

He needed to listen to her songs one by one, pausing, rewinding, and writing down, over and over again.

How much time must he have spent?

How much mental effort did he expend?

With what kind of patience and deep affection could he have written these thirty thousand words?

In this fast-paced era where even "I love you" can be copy-pasted.

He, however, used the most primitive, most earnest, and most life-consuming method to give her a uniquely unparalleled doting.

This kind of shock was ineffable.

It went straight to the soul.

Someone as emotional as Su Yu simply couldn't resist.

She closed the lyric booklet, clutching it tightly to her chest.

Crying and crying, she then squatted down.

Not concealing, not performing, not being affected.

Crying like a little girl, with no airs of a female star.

"Su Yu." Tang Song also squatted down, his fingers gently wiping her tears. "Don't cry, your illness just improved, be good."

Su Yu, who had always been obediently well-behaved, this time did not listen.

She continued crying uncontrollably, her sunglasses askew on her face.

Tang Song's heart ached terribly. He reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

She then leaned against his shoulder, her tears smearing and soaking his clothes, seeping through to his skin.

Scalding hot.

The two of them squatted there by the roadside, holding each other like that.

People came and went around them, traffic flowed like a loom.

Neon lights flashed, sounds of laughter floated.

But nothing else mattered anymore.

......

Leaving the Avenue des Champs-Élysées.

The two continued forward, passing through the pedestrian tunnel under the roundabout, arriving beneath that majestic Arc de Triomphe.

They didn't choose the elevator.

They ascended along that famous 284-step staircase, spiraling upwards.

In the dim passageway, footsteps echoed layer upon layer.

As if traversing through a corridor of time, heading towards another folded space-time.

Finally.

When the final step was trodden, their vision suddenly opened up.

The cold, high-altitude evening wind, carrying the vast aura of the entire city, rushed towards their faces.

This was the top-level observation deck of the Arc de Triomphe, fifty meters above the ground.

At this moment, the entire Paris had been thoroughly steeped in thick night, transforming into a sea of dazzling light.

The two stood side by side by the guardrail, hands resting on the cool stone, looking down below.

With the Arc de Triomphe beneath their feet as the center.

Twelve broad avenues spread out like twelve golden rivers, surging and extending towards all directions of the city.

This was the famous "Place de l'Étoile" (Star Square).

Standing here, one possessed not just the view, but also embraced the most glorious night of all France.

The wind was strong, tousling Su Yu's long hair.

Tang Song gently embraced her from behind.

His broad chest pressed tightly against her undulating back, his arm encircling her waist, pulling this rose swaying in the wind into his embrace.

Occasional shutter "click" sounds and tourists' hushed exclamations came from around.

But in this corner, everything was quiet, leaving only the sound of the wind.

After a long while.

Su Yu slowly turned around in his arms.

The two faced each other, so close their breaths were audible.

She raised her hand, using her slender fingertips to gently hook down the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose.

Revealing a pair of eyes bright as stars, quietly and intently gazing at him.

A silent mutual gaze.

Their gazes meticulously traced each other in the wind.

Tang Song stared at the female star before him, not concealing the infatuation and awe in his eyes.

She was truly beautiful.

Beautiful without flaw, beautiful like an immortal fairy untouched by worldly smoke.

After being quiet for a long time.

Su Yu suddenly spoke, her voice somewhat scattered by the wind: "Tang Song."

"Hmm."

"Tang Song." She called again.

"Hmm, I'm here."

"I want to ask you a question."

"What question?"

"Back then, during the critical start-up period of Smile Investment and Tang Yi Precision, you diverted your attention to find me, acquire that worthless entertainment company, exhaust all efforts to terminate my contract, promote me to fame..." She paused, the color in her eyes flickering slightly in the light. "What was it all for? Why... was it me?"

Tang Song looked at her, his expression serious as he said:

"Because I liked you."

"Because I wanted you."

"Because I wanted to shape you into the form I liked most."

Su Yu smiled.

The corners of her eyes curved into gentle crescents.

"I knew it..." She pressed her face against his palm. "I believe you. The you now is the you from the very beginning, and also the you I truly love."

"I am special to you, an exception."

"You, towards me, have never had calculations, trade-offs, or any exchange of benefits."

"You simply liked me purely, wanted to... privatize me."

"I've always known."

Listening to these words that were almost "self-objectifying" yet extremely lucid.

Tang Song's heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

Su Yu was really too perceptive.

She might have already guessed, even sensed the secret he was hiding.

In fact, Su Yu was indeed an absolutely special existence for him.

Aside from the UR character [Secretary Jin] gifted by the [Beginner's Gift Pack], the "recruitment" of everyone else was essentially to assist his career layout.

That was the optimal solution under the absolute rationality of "Dream Tang Song".

Anne Kate was for overseas layout;

Wu Kezhi was for constructing a financial risk control system;

Zheng Qiudong was for establishing a talent network;

Ouyang Xianyue was for obtaining top-tier domestic political background and industrial resources...

Every person was an indispensable chess piece on the board.

Only Su Yu was different.

She was purely selected based on Tang Song's personal "low-level interest".

That decision originated in early 2017.

Originated from "Real Tang Song" seeing, on his roommate Luo Qiliang's computer screen in the university dorm, that divine beauty who was at a low point yet still breathtakingly beautiful.

That moment of heart-throb was physiological, utterly illogical.

He just wanted to possess her.

Just wanted to pick up this celestial beauty who had fallen to the mortal world, wash her clean, and shape her into his own form.

This was completely at odds with the absolutely rational, ROI (Return on Investment) pursuing personality of "Dream Tang Song".

Su Yu's existence was incompatible with the entire [Tang Jin] system.

She was a product from another dimension.

She could even be seen as a separate DLC (Downloadable Content) game — 《Female Star Raising Plan》.

This was more like a private server mini-game that the "Real Tang Song" with all seven emotions and six desires opened for himself amidst the tense main quests.

He even wasted the last recruitment slot to recruit the merely SR-level character [Agent - Mo Xiangwan], just to assist the [Female Star]'s development.

And by the end of 2018.

As Su Yu reached the pinnacle, this raising game was declared cleared.

The female star had been molded into the form he liked most.

Thus, the game ended.

In the five years after that, the rational "Dream Tang Song" took back control of the main quest, continuing to expand territories in the business empire.

And the already cleared Su Yu, like a saved game file, was rationally isolated outside the core circle.

This also explained why even Wu Kezhi, Zheng Qiudong, Luo Bin could participate, frequently in contact with him, but Su Yu alone could not.

You must know, no matter how much Secretary Jin harbored resentment or was jealous, the rational her would never defy his will.

Ultimately, it was "Dream Tang Song" actively isolating Su Yu.

Therefore, he had never thought of letting her and Mo Xiangwan enter the [Tangjin Family Office].

Nor had he ever let her get involved in deeper political-business and overseas layouts.

This also created her near-obsessive pursuit over these years, and the madness hidden beneath that stunning beauty.

But.

With his return, and these two days of intimate interaction, Su Yu had seen through everything.

She didn't feel sorrowful because of this.

On the contrary, she felt ecstatic.

Because she had finally confirmed that the him before her eyes now was the real player of that 《Female Star Raising Plan》 back then.

It was the Tang Song who had always liked her, doted on her, and saved her.

For the Tang Song at this moment, the shock in his heart was ineffable.

Because this meant...

What Su Yu was infatuated with, deeply loved, and pursued, was indeed his own self.

The last tiny bit of apprehension in his heart was also unraveled at this moment.

...

At the same time.

In the distant UTC+8 time zone.

At midnight in the UTC+8 time zone, 00:00, December 25, 2023.

A global carnival spanning time zones, starting from East Asia, ignited the entire internet world.

[Huaxia]

The hot search charts were rapidly occupied by the same theme:

#SuYu1225HappyBirthday#

#TheBestSuYuInTheWorld#

#Diva'sBirthday#

This wasn't just fans celebrating within their own circle; it was a collective tribute from the entire entertainment industry.

Opening the Weibo homepage, almost half the stars in the entertainment industry sent their blessings at the first moment.

From newly debuted rookie idols to heavyweight film emperors who had retired for years;

From famous directors to top-tier fashion editors-in-chief.

Everyone timed it precisely, posting carefully edited blessings and group photos.

Modu, the Bund.

The giant screen on the Aurora Building suddenly switched. Commercial advertisements disappeared, replaced by Su Yu's highly recognizable, absolutely beautiful profile.

A line of dazzling, flowing large characters shone quietly in the Huangpu River wind:

"Happy Birthday, SUYU."

The river surface reflected neon lights, cruise ships leisurely sounded their horns, the entire city seemed to light up for her at this moment.

[Tokyo, Shibuya Crossing]

At the world's busiest street corner, five giant LED screens lit up simultaneously.

Images of Su Yu wearing high-end custom slowly flowed, making the hurried crowds unconsciously stop and look up.

On Japan's Twitter trending list, "#SuYu's Birthday Tribute" instantly surged to the top three.

[Seoul, Gangnam District]

Subway passageways, bus stop signs were almost completely covered by her birthday support posters.

On South Korea's largest portal site Naver, related discussion posts piled up crazily at a rate of dozens of layers per second.

The Earth slowly rotated, time moved westward.

Country after country, city after city, successively stepped into December 25th.

From Southeast Asia to Europe, from North America to Australia and New Zealand.

Su Yu's face, which blended Eastern classicism with top-tier fashion, and Christmas decorations from various places shone together on social networks.

The comment sections of official Instagram and Facebook accounts turned into a multilingual ocean:

English, French, Spanish, Arabic...

Blessings flooded in like tides.

Top luxury brands like Dior, Cartier, BVLGARI, and others queued up one after another with their global official accounts, releasing birthday congratulatory images and short videos exclusively customized for her at the first moment.

On this holiday belonging to Christmas, she herself had already become the most dazzling gift in the eyes of the world.

In the living room of Su Yu's private residence in the 16th Arrondissement.

Qiuqiu sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, an iPad and phone spread out before her, with a power bank connected nearby.

Her expression was focused, her fingertips swiftly switching between screens.

On one hand, organizing screen-flooding blessings in the core fan group, on another, reposting the latest paparazzi shots on forums, and also synchronizing overseas support activities on Ins and Twitter in real-time.

She was swamped.

Every year, Su Yu's birthday was an online carnival for core fans like them.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

WeChat popped up a message.

[Lingling: "How's it going? How's it going? They still haven't returned?"]

Qiuqiu replied instantly: "Not yet, they probably went for Christmas Eve dinner. Everywhere in Paris is crowded tonight, probably will be late."

[Lingling: "Okay! Wish Sister Yu a happy birthday for me! I have a feeling, something big is definitely happening tonight!"]

[Lingling: "I still have work tomorrow, I'm going to sleep first. Remember to take lots of photos of Sister Yu and Tang Song!"]

[Lingling: "If you can secretly take bed photos, even better hehehe! [drooling][drooling]"]

"......"

Looking at Lingling's wild words, Qiuqiu's ears grew hot.

Bed photos...

What on earth is Lingling thinking about!

How could I possibly... take that kind of thing!

Thinking of something unknowingly, she subconsciously pressed her legs together, a subtle expression flashing across her face.

Blushing, she sent back a hitting emoji, then looked up at the time.

[21:32]

Su Yu and Tang Song had been out for almost seven hours.

She originally wanted to wish Sister Yu a happy birthday in person at the first moment, but now it was almost ten o'clock.

The wind outside the window gradually grew stronger, and the temperature seemed to have dropped.

Did they wear enough layers?

Su Yu just recovered from her fever, her body was still very weak, what if she caught a chill again?

But...

Tang Song was with her, he should take good care of her, right?

Just as she was lost in random thoughts, both worried and expectant.

"Click—"

A sound came from the entrance foyer.

Qiuqiu immediately stood up and looked over.

After a moment, two figures walked in side by side.

They held hands, light and shadow falling on them, beautiful like a freeze-frame from a movie.

Seeing Tang Song wearing a caramel-colored sweater, exuding a warm, artistic temperament, Qiuqiu's gaze slightly froze.

This was the outfit Tang Song wore that day.

Her impression was just too deep, too deep.

Noticing Su Yu's sweeping gaze, Qiuqiu quickly gathered her thoughts. "You're back. Sister Yu, wish you a happy birthday!"

"Thank you, Qiuqiu."

Su Yu was clearly in an extremely good mood. Walking into the living room with light steps, she opened her arms and gave Qiuqiu a hug carrying the crisp outside air.

After letting go, her gaze fell on the coffee table.

The iPad screen was lit up, the Weibo interface constantly refreshing with birthday blessings.

Su Yu's eyebrows lifted slightly, a smile rippling at the corner of her mouth. "Helping me with promotion? Thank you, Qiuqiu."

"Ah..." Cheng Qiuqiu blushed, biting her lip in embarrassment. "N-no... it's just that everyone in the fan group is celebrating, I'm helping organize the comments. This time every year... it's always busy."

Her voice grew softer and softer, revealing the unique shyness of a fan facing their idol.

Seeing her like that, Su Yu chuckled softly.

"Qiuqiu," she suddenly leaned forward slightly, a cunning light flashing in her eyes. "Want to... log into my account?"

"Ah?" Cheng Qiuqiu was stunned. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Literal meaning."

Su Yu playfully blinked, took out her private phone, unlocked it, tapped open the Weibo APP with the golden "V" badge, and directly handed it to Qiuqiu.

"Log into my account, help me reply to some messages."

"Tonight, this account belongs to you! Whatever you want to post, whose 'plaque' you want to flip, which comment you want to reply to, it's all up to you."

Boom—

Qiuqiu felt her head explode.

Staring at that backend private message interface showing "9999+", her hands began to tremble. She shook her head repeatedly, stepping back:

"N-no! Absolutely not! This is your official account, what if I slip up and post something wrong...