Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 807: Our Song

In the quiet living room of the Large Flats apartment.

Outside the window was the vast, boundless expanse of Shencheng Bay, the sea surface dyed a flowing gold by the setting sun.

But at this moment, this magnificent scenery of heaven and earth seemed to exist only as a backdrop for the woman standing before the window.

She stood at the window, motionless.

The setting sun fell upon her shoulders, like a layer of light so thin it was almost nonexistent.

For a moment, Zhang Yan was not even sure.

Was she seeing a person, or a phantom refracted by the light?

Noble, distant, untouchable. She even forgot to breathe.

She stood there dumbly, the lingering resonance of the line from "Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River" in her mind not yet faded, when the shock of reality washed over her like a tidal wave, completely submerging her.

That was Su Yu.

It was the household name, the radiant, dazzling diva superstar Su Yu.

"Miss Zhang Yan?"

Cheng Xiaoxi by her side seemed to notice her lapse in composure, tilting her head slightly and softly reminding her.

This gentle voice was like a needle, gently pricking through Zhang Yan's frozen thoughts.

She jolted awake, a wave of unprecedented dizziness and awkwardness instantly sweeping over her.

At the same time, Wen Ruan's words, spoken with that subtle tone, echoed like a curse in her ears: "She and Tang Song... also have a very special relationship."

Su Yu and Tang Song?

These two names seemed completely unrelated, existing in two separate worlds.

How could they possibly be connected in such a way?

Had she misunderstood?

But... why would Sister Wen Ruan specifically emphasize it?

She looked at the figure ahead.

Her cheeks, ears, even her neck rapidly burned with heat. Subconsciously, she clenched the hem of her clothes tightly, the soft cotton fabric crumpling into a wrinkled ball in her grasp.

For a moment, she completely lost the ability to speak and act, not knowing whether she should step forward, greet her, or do something.

Inferiority, embarrassment, at a loss.

In contrast, Lulu's reaction beside her was more direct and more genuine.

Her eyes widened like copper bells, she covered her mouth hard, and a strange sound escaped her throat: "Huh?!"

The sound wasn't loud, but in the silent living room, it seemed exceptionally sharp and piercing.

Her face instantly flushed crimson, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Right at that moment.

The figure by the window began to move.

Soft footsteps sounded.

She wore a pair of minimalist-designed transparent crystal slippers, crystal clear, making her feet appear even more flawlessly fair.

With each step she took, the moon-white silk spaghetti-strap maxi dress clung intimately to the curves of her body like flowing mercury, moving, swaying, rising and falling.

Light and shadow slid across her form.

The posture of each step, the sway of her skirt, were all like a long movie shot, breathtakingly elegant.

She stopped a mere two steps away from Zhang Yan.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes unblinking as she looked at Zhang Yan, who wore a pink-gray hoodie and casual sweatpants.

Her gaze was very serious, carrying a focus akin to artistic appreciation.

From Zhang Yan's eyes, trembling slightly with nervousness, her delicate eyebrows, her small nose, her slightly pursed lips, finally sweeping past her flushed earlobes and the pair of iris diamond studs on them.

Then, the corners of her petal-like lips curved upward into an indescribable arc.

"Hello, Classmate Zhang Yan." She spoke, her voice even clearer, softer, and more mellow than heard on TV or in movies, with a hint of sexy huskiness.

"!!!"

Zhang Yan dumbly raised her head.

Their gazes met.

"Su... Su... Su..." Her lips trembled, that familiar name swirling on the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't utter it completely.

"Hehe." Su Yu lightly covered her mouth with her fingertips, letting out an extremely soft laugh. "I thought Wen Ruan had mentioned me to you in advance. It seems she didn't give any spoilers."

"I... I..." Zhang Yan's cheeks instantly burned even hotter.

"It's alright." Su Yu's voice became even gentler, as if comforting a frightened little animal. "This is fine too. Our first meeting is actually more interesting and more memorable this way."

As her words fell, she lightly stepped forward and extended her hand. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Su Yu. It's an honor to meet you."

Zhang Yan looked at that jade-like, luminous hand, dumbly raised her own hand, and lightly touched it. "H-hello..."

Su Yu didn't let go immediately. Instead, she enveloped Zhang Yan's slightly cool fingers with her palm, giving them a firm shake.

Lulu beside them was completely stunned by this scene.

She wasn't surprised that Su Yu knew Director Wen.

Because Tang Entertainment had always been a shareholder of Nebula International Group.

But she couldn't understand at all why this lofty national goddess would use a word like "honor" for Zhang Yan?!

This was completely beyond her realm of comprehension.

Zhang Yan also belatedly realized this, her mind going blank again.

The warm sensation on her hand persisted, making her heart race wildly while also giving her a feeling of being locked in place.

"I was working in Paris recently. Hearing him mention you, I've been wanting to meet you ever since I returned. I hope this sudden invitation doesn't feel too abrupt." Su Yu paused, her expression suddenly taking on a hint of playfulness. "I couldn't help it. I really, really wanted to see you."

Zhang Yan felt like she was in a dream, just following instinct, shaking her head in a flurry, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "N-no, not abrupt at all... It's my honor..."

Su Yu smiled and then turned her gaze to Zhang Lu beside them, smiling. "Lulu, right?"

"Ah! Ah! Y-yes, yes! I'm Zhang Lu!" Lulu was like a switch had been flipped, instantly jolting out of her stupor, so excited she was incoherent. "Miss Su Yu! I... I can't believe it..."

"We'll get familiar slowly in the future. For now, please rest in the living room and have some tea." Su Yu gave Lulu a gentle nod, then turned to Cheng Xiaoxi, who had been quietly standing by. "Xiaoxi, please take care of Lulu. I'll take Zhang Yan to see the room."

"Understood, Sister Yu." Cheng Xiaoxi immediately bowed in acknowledgment, offering Lulu a professional yet warm smile. "Miss Lulu, please come this way."

Led by Cheng Xiaoxi, Lulu walked dizzily towards the lounge area on one side of the living room, her brain still in a state of information overload, not even knowing how to move her limbs properly.

Su Yu, still gently holding Zhang Yan's hand, shifted her steps slightly, leading her towards the corridor on the other side of the living room that led to the bedroom area.

Her voice was soft, as if sharing a little secret:

"Wen Ruan said you came this time to choose a room? Come on, I'll take you to see. She actually already picked one out for you long ago. I think it's especially suitable for you, and I even took the liberty of doing some simple decorating for you... Come see if you like it."

Her speech and demeanor were natural and familiar, exuding a friend-like intimacy and care, which made Zhang Yan feel even more overwhelmed with favor, her mind buzzing.

Soon.

Zhang Yan followed her through a simple white wooden door.

It was a room with a wide bay window, excellent lighting, and an area even larger than the entire rented apartment she once lived in back in Yangcheng.

Outside the window wasn't a noisy main street, but the tranquil scenery of the community garden.

The room's main color palette was beige, light gray, and natural wood tones, creating a serene and soothing atmosphere.

The bay window was padded with thick cushions and several soft throw pillows, with a simply designed floor reading lamp standing beside it.

Against the wall was a wide solid wood desk, already adorned with a pot of fresh greenery and a set of exquisite stationery.

Next to it was a bookshelf built into the wall, already neatly arranged with some Tang and Song poetry, classical literature, clearly carefully selected.

On the bed were soft, light apricot-colored cotton bedding, its texture like clouds.

A classic-style aromatherapy humidifier emitted a soothing, elegant fragrance.

Peaceful, warm, full of a sense of belonging and security born from meticulous care.

Zhang Yan stood awkwardly in the center of the room, looking at all this beauty prepared for her, her lips unconsciously pressed tightly together.

"Do you like it?" Su Yu released her hand, gracefully spread her arms, and lightly spun a circle in the room, her moon-white skirt rippling like waves. "Most of the hard furnishings and furniture were arranged by Wen Ruan. As for me, I just secretly added a few little decorations based on what I guessed your preferences might be."

She added with a smile, "After all, Wen Ruan said you're the kind of girl who even when stargazing, finds a quiet corner and sits there holding a teacup, lost in thought for a long time."

Zhang Yan felt her heart race again. "I... like it."

"You blush so easily, your cheeks are all rosy," Su Yu came before her again, naturally reaching out to gently ruffle Zhang Yan's soft, chestnut-black collarbone-length hair. "Indeed... almost exactly as I imagined."

Zhang Yan instinctively shrank her neck. "I... I..."

"No need to be so nervous, Classmate Zhang Yan." Su Yu's smile deepened a little, her fingertips lightly brushing past Zhang Yan's bangs as she leaned forward slightly. "You should know about my relationship with Tang Song, right?"

"Sister Wen... Wen Ruan mentioned a little... I'm not too clear about the specifics..." Zhang Yan's voice was practically trembling.

"It seems Wen Ruan really does have a bit of a mischievous streak." Su Yu looked directly into her eyes. "Well, let me tell you personally now. I am indeed Tang Song's woman."

Zhang Yan was completely stunned. Her gaze, already lowered due to awkwardness, now seemed fixed by an invisible lock onto Su Yu's exquisitely beautiful face.

Being this close, she could witness the national goddess's appearance more completely and clearly.

Her features were flawlessly exquisite, with superior bone structure, a kind of divinely beautiful face that seemed naturally formed.

Her skin, under the light, had an almost translucent, delicate matte texture, crystal clear and flawless.

She wore no makeup, or rather, wore the most minimal nude makeup, only highlighting those amber-colored eyes—

Clear to the bottom, bright as stars, like the only candle lit on a snowy night.

This was a beauty that transcended all screen images and magazine photos, a beauty that directly impacted the soul.

In the face of such pure and magnificent beauty, any woman would inevitably experience a moment of dazedness and self-consciousness, let alone Zhang Yan, who was already insecure.

When the name "Su Yu" was linked with "Tang Song"...

This feeling of self-consciousness instantly reached its peak.

She subconsciously looked down at herself.

Ordinary pink-gray hoodie, sweatpants, a thin figure...

Compared to this radiant goddess before her, she was like a weed by the roadside.

"Surprised? About me and Tang Song." Su Yu's voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

Zhang Yan pursed her lips, shook her head, then nodded.

She was gradually coming to her senses.

Actually... this made sense.

The Tang Song of today was no longer the passionate or silent youth from her memories.

He was the global CEO of Xuanji Optical World, a big shot who could speak with Ms. Ouyang, who had girlfriends like Wen Ruan and Liu Qingning.

For someone so dazzling to know Su Yu, to win Su Yu's affection... seemed only logical.

All the sense of unreality stemmed from the fact that in her eyes, Tang Song was still that "deskmate" who needed her words to warm him.

Seeing her hanging her head in silence, looking like a bullied child.

Su Yu gently hugged her shoulders, deliberately putting on a stern face, her tone carrying a teasing threat:

"Don't make such a pitiful expression. If Tang Song found out, he'd think I bullied you. His... punishments... can be quite fierce."

This was an obviously suggestive little joke.

Zhang Yan's face instantly exploded with redness. She waved her hands repeatedly, stammering, "N-no! S-sorry..."

"Why apologize to me?" Su Yu raised an eyebrow.

"I... I..." Zhang Yan struggled for a moment, couldn't think of a reason, and finally habitually mumbled like a mosquito, "Sorry..."

"Pfft—"

Su Yu finally couldn't hold back, laughing out loud, her laughter shaking her shoulders, making her vivid and animated.

"You're too adorable, Classmate Zhang Yan."

The laughter held no sense of celebrity distance, just like a triumphant little girl.

The next second, she leaned in and lightly touched Zhang Yan's cheek with her lips.

"!!"

Zhang Yan instantly petrified, as if under a spell. She subconsciously raised her hand to cover the kissed spot, her clear almond-shaped eyes wide open.

She... was kissed by Su Yu?!

"Alright, sealed with a kiss. We're good friends from now on." Su Yu straightened up nonchalantly, elegantly clapping her hands. "So, let's settle on this room. Living here is actually quite nice. You can walk to the seaside. And Nebula International Group is about to lease a new regional headquarters office in Shen City soon, right in that 'Spring Bamboo Shoot' building not far away. Your commute will be very convenient in the future."

As she spoke, Su Yu naturally took Zhang Yan's still-stiff hand again, leading her on a slow walk around the room, enthusiastically introducing those little decorations.

Her words were gentle, detailed, full of attention to detail and respect and care for Zhang Yan's personal habits.

Watching this celestial, radiant national goddess naturally holding her hand, using her unique voice to chatter about this space that was about to become her "home."

The sense of "distance" and "unreachability" in Zhang Yan's mind was slowly dissolving in a peculiar way.

Replacing it was a heart-warming stream of warmth.

By the time the room introduction was finished, the sky had completely darkened.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, the night view of Shencheng Bay was like a dazzling, colorful painting, intertwined with the neon lights of the skyline.

Dinner wasn't eaten out. It was a private chef's customized meal delivered by a dedicated person.

Exquisite Cantonese fusion dishes covered the table, each dish as meticulous as a work of art.

Yet Su Yu had none of the airs of a big star.

She very naturally used serving chopsticks to place food on the plate of Zhang Yan beside her, softly inquired about her taste preferences, and even shared some lighthearted and interesting behind-the-scenes filming anecdotes, her words full of consideration and care.

At the same time, she also attentively noticed Lulu's nervousness and excitement, subtly guiding the conversation, gently inviting her to join the chat, ensuring she didn't feel neglected or ignored.

For Lulu sitting across the table, this was probably the most surreal and precious meal of her life.

The chopsticks in her hand trembled slightly, and she hardly dared to look directly at the national goddess elegantly dining across from her.

Whenever Su Yu smiled gently and casually asked, "Does this dish suit your taste?" she would instantly straighten her back like a student called on in class, stammering, "G-good! Very delicious! Especially delicious!"

She spent the entire evening immersed in an unbelievable mix of excitement and restraint, both thrilled and extremely cautious.

Around eight in the evening.

After Lulu, having finished her meal, finished touring the room, Su Yu signaled to Cheng Xiaoxi, who was standing by, to arrange for the driver to take Lulu back to the hotel first.

As Lulu reluctantly left, the vast luxury residence was brightly lit, yet only the two of them remained.

The atmosphere instantly became more private and tranquil, so quiet it seemed you could hear each other's faint breathing.

Just as Zhang Yan felt at a loss again, not knowing what to do, Su Yu once again took the initiative to take her hand, bringing her and her suitcase into the bedroom specially arranged for her.

She even personally took out the clothes from the suitcase one by one.

Sorted them into categories, neatly placing them into the spacious walk-in closet.

As she put them away, she patiently introduced the zoning layout of the closet, the smart lighting controls.

Her movements were skilled and natural, her tone calm and sincere, like an older sister genuinely taking care of a younger sister leaving home for the first time.

Gentle, thorough, full of reassuring patience.

Finally, she pulled her to sit before the vanity, checked her skin type, and said that after Zhang Yan returned to Shen City in a few days, she would gift her a set of skincare products suitable for her skin, all brands she endorsed.

She said this very casually, but Zhang Yan still saw her glance at herself after speaking—

As if checking whether this would make her feel pressured.

That invisible barrier gradually dissolved amidst these trivial yet warm little things.

The channel for emotions was completely opened.

Finally, Zhang Yan's face no longer held only pure tension, but showed a shy yet relaxed smile.

In the following time, Su Yu didn't rush to leave. Instead, she pulled Zhang Yan to sit on the soft cushions of the bay window.

The two chatted about many things.

Su Yu was an excellent listener, always able to respond at the most appropriate moments.

As they chatted, the topic naturally shifted to Zhang Yan's favorite ancient-style themes and literature.

Right at that moment, Cheng Xiaoxi returned, carrying a large dust-proof bag.

"Sister Yu, I've brought the item."

Su Yu stood up, took it, and unzipped the bag. Inside was an extremely intricately crafted, shimmering moon-white ancient-style costume.

Zhang Yan's eyes instantly widened.

Su Yu held the garment up against herself, smiling.

"While