Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 813: Success, Hypocrisy, and Scheming

In the swirling smoke.

The ambiguous atmosphere in the study was stretched to an extreme state of tension.

Ouyang Xianyue had absolutely no intention of getting up.

She sat calmly on the armrest of the wide sofa, posture relaxed, expression composed.

Viewed from the side, her clear jawline and slender neck formed an elegant curve, showing no sign of abnormality.

Tang Song was not pretending to be a gentleman.

His hand still rested on the side of her waist, separated only by the thin golf shirt, quietly feeling the warm, delicate texture of her skin.

That unique, mature female fleshiness, though not as firm and taut as a young girl's, was full of the pliant resilience and elasticity that comes with the sedimentation of years.

A gentle press of his fingertips could feel that watery, accommodating softness.

In the air, her subtle fragrance mingled with the rich tobacco aroma of the premium cigar, creating an intoxicating olfactory memory.

In Tang Song's heart, an uncontrollable feeling of extreme enjoyment, a mix of conquest and satisfaction, rose.

Unlike Secretary Jin, the partner who had almost grown up alongside him.

In Tang Song's perception and past interactions, Ouyang Xianyue was more of a respected elder.

Their connection was far less intimate than with Secretary Jin; even when they had contact, they always maintained considerable restraint and propriety.

There was even a sense of distance born from the age gap.

But at this moment.

With the quiet triggering of [Desire's Echo].

This noble lady, who always wrapped herself in a gorgeous shell, was clearly stirred, her inner defenses breached,

Becoming soft, impulsive, even... indulgent.

This secret thrill of breaking the established relational positioning, of pulling the noble lady into the mortal realm, brought Tang Song a psychological stimulation far exceeding mere physical pleasure.

Their conversation did not stop.

At least on the surface, Ms. Ouyang still maintained her composure, using her uniquely mature voice to discuss the most serious work matters.

"...Regarding Tang Yi Precision's capacity expansion plan for the next quarter, I have already signed off on it. It's mainly to meet the computing hardware demands for the large models from your Xuanji Optical World side... Secretary Chen will send the specific schedule to Zhang Heng."

"...Also, that idea I mentioned before. To establish a 'Xuanji Scholars' program targeting young global scientists in the name of the Family Office. The advisory committee's preliminary assessment deems it feasible. But Smile seems to think the investment return cycle is too long, the investment too large, and has some reservations..."

Time slowly passed in this atmosphere of unspoken understanding, where words and bodies were completely disconnected.

When the cigar was nearly half-smoked, the two stopped in tacit agreement.

Ouyang Xianyue gently rose. Tang Song also put down the cigar, smoothing his golf shirt.

"You go sign the endorsement contract first, then we'll go to the course. I won't be attending the evening banquet. That kind of occasion is a bit too boisterous for me. Besides, you are the main attraction." Ouyang Xianyue looked at him, her gaze as gentle as water. "After the socializing here is over, Secretary Chen will take you to my car. This matter... it's better not to let others know, to avoid any idle gossip."

"Alright." Tang Song nodded, a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

They bid farewell.

Tang Song turned and pulled open the heavy wooden door of the study.

Secretary Chen was still waiting outside. Seeing him emerge, she gave a slight bow. "President Tang."

"Thank you for your hard work, Secretary Chen." Tang Song gave a slight nod, his expression normal as he strode away, his back straight.

Secretary Chen watched his retreating figure disappear, then pushed the door open and entered the room, gently closing it behind her.

The smell of smoke hadn't dissipated in the room, mingled with that special, lingering scent.

"Ms. Ouyang."

Ouyang Xianyue stood with her back to the door, facing the window, and did not turn around.

"Make arrangements to fetch a fresh set of golf clothes from the lounge. These are all smoky; I need to change."

"Yes."

Secretary Chen showed no sign of anything unusual on the surface, respectfully acknowledging before turning and exiting.

As the door closed again, leaving her alone.

Ouyang Xianyue's spine, which had been held straight all along, finally slumped slightly, as if her strength had been drained, leaning against the windowsill.

In the lingering afterglow of [Desire's Echo], her gaze gradually grew unsettled and doubtful.

She raised her hand and pressed it against her flushed cheek.

What was wrong with her?

How could she be so impulsive, so... shameless?

Originally, she had just wanted to take advantage of the break to spend some legitimate, open time alone with him.

To use the cigar as a slightly more intimate medium to subtly express her feelings and observe his reaction.

After all, under Jin Meixiao's strict vigilance, they had almost no truly private space or time.

But the result...

She had been so bold.

Not only had she completely disregarded the indirect kiss, tacitly accepting the transgression of his hand.

To be precise, ever since his hand rested on her waist, her emotions had become somewhat out of control.

She had even actively invited him to the hillside villa tonight.

These were absolutely not words Ouyang Xianyue would proactively say.

Given her consistent restraint, caution, and sense of propriety, no matter how much she desired it inwardly, she would never hand over the initiative so bluntly.

It would make her seem too eager, even... somewhat cheap and wanton.

A wave of heat, mixed with shame, confusion, and a trace of unease, crept up her cheeks and neck.

She truly didn't understand why she had lost control like this today.

Was it... because she had been suppressing it for too long?

Her thoughts drifted uncontrollably back to that dream about the yacht at sea that had haunted her for days, and the completely unfamiliar, indulgent, and proactive version of herself in that dream.

This thought made her heart lurch heavily.

She instinctively lowered her head, her gaze falling on her thigh, clad in navy blue golf trousers.

Slowly raising her hand, her rounded fingertips touched the fabric of the trousers.

Giving it a slight pinch.

The sensation felt somewhat off.

Because she had played 18 holes of golf, her body had sweated far more than she had anticipated.

Her ample chest heaved violently, a barely suppressed sound dissipating in the lingering aroma of the cigar.

Ouyang Xianyue closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to use her willpower to suppress the storm raging in her heart.

However, this time it wasn't as easy as in the past.

No matter how she tried to suppress the desire, it was ineffective, instead showing signs of intensifying.

...

Not far away, in VIP Meeting Room No. 2.

Chinese minimalist style.

The room was decorated in a typical Chinese minimalist style, with the faint scent of tea floating in the air.

"Tick, tock—"

The hands of the retro wall clock moved, each sound seeming to strike Bei Yuwei's heart.

On the tea table, several contract folders were neatly arranged.

Ouyang Xianyue's legal assistant had already left.

In the vast room, only she remained.

She wasn't sitting, pacing somewhat anxiously in the room.

Every few minutes, she would walk to the floor-length mirror, compulsively adjusting her hairstyle and attire.

Ensuring she was in the most perfect state.

It had been nearly half an hour.

Tang Song still hadn't come.

She wasn't sure if something unexpected had happened outside, or if... he was doing it on purpose.

If there was anything she was still afraid of now, it was Tang Song's thoughts.

Even though back in Wushan, they had had such intimate contact and made promises.

But during this period, due to filming in isolation, she had no substantial contact with Tang Song at all.

In the blink of an eye, upon meeting again, he had transformed into a major figure, someone even Zhou Lingjun had to defer to, someone even Ms. Ouyang embraced.

A true top-tier magnate at the apex of the world.

If she had known his true identity back in Wushan, she would never have dared to be so impulsive.

To say her heart wasn't unsettled was impossible.

Moreover, thinking back carefully, from the bus transfer until now, the total number of conversations she and Tang Song could truly be called dialogues didn't exceed twenty sentences.

That immense sense of unfamiliarity and estrangement created by the status gap made her anxious and insecure.

"Knock, knock—" Suddenly, two not-too-light, not-too-heavy knocks sounded.

Bei Yuwei's body stiffened abruptly, her heart instantly leaping to her throat.

She quickly turned around, her hands instinctively clasping in front of her, adopting a posture of obedient waiting, even holding her breath.

Immediately after, the doorknob turned.

"Creeeak—"

The heavy solid wood door was slowly pushed open.

A tall, straight figure strode in.

The warm yellow indoor light fell on him, dispelling some of the coolness from the corridor.

"President Tang!" Bei Yuwei's voice was very soft, yet exceptionally tense.

Tang Song casually locked the door behind him, walked up to her, and stopped just a step away.

He didn't speak immediately, his gaze calmly yet freely appraising her.

Because today's schedule was too packed, and with many eyes around at the golf course and banquet earlier, he hadn't had a chance to properly look at this female idol he hadn't seen for a long time.

After nearly four months apart.

Bei Yuwei's appearance hadn't changed much, yet she seemed even more beautiful.

The beige trench coat she had been wearing was already off, leaving only the black evening gown.

Large areas of exposed skin glowed like mutton-fat jade under the light, even revealing faint blue veins beneath.

Her delicate, palm-sized face, full lips with a pronounced cupid's bow, all exuded vibrant, abundant vitality.

Coupled with the dazzling star quality cultivated from long years under the spotlight,

This temperament formed the most extreme contrast with the graceful, noble Ms. Ouyang from just moments ago.

Bei Yuwei's heart skipped a beat under his gaze, her hands unconsciously twisting together in front of her, her breathing rhythm disrupted.

"Been waiting long?" Tang Song finally spoke, breaking the silence, his tone gentle. "I was discussing work with Ms. Ouyang a bit longer."

"N-no, not long at all." Bei Yuwei hurriedly shook her head, exceedingly obedient.

Tang Song acknowledged with a sound, his gaze shifting from her face to the spread-out documents on the tea table.

He walked to the sofa and sat down very casually, leaning back slightly, posture relaxed.

"Sit. Have you looked over the contract?"

"Yes, the legal team explained it in great detail just now."

Bei Yuwei quickly nodded, also sitting on the single sofa beside him, only perching on the very edge, legs pressed together, her back still ramrod straight.

"The endorsement fee isn't high, probably quite a bit lower than your market rate. No objections?" Tang Song paused, explaining, "After all, our company isn't very large in scale yet, we have to be careful with the budget. But when things improve in the future, we'll make it up to you."

"No, absolutely no objections!" Bei Yuwei immediately shook her head, her voice rising slightly in her eagerness. "Money isn't important at all. I'm already extremely, extremely happy to have the chance to endorse your company."

After speaking, she seemed to feel she had been too eager, giving an embarrassed smile.

Seeing her like this, Tang Song didn't say more, just curved the corner of his mouth slightly. He picked up the contract from the tea table, flipped to the signature page, uncapped the fountain pen, then slid both the contract and pen across the smooth tabletop towards her. "Then sign?"

"Okay."

Bei Yuwei hurriedly picked up the pen and neatly wrote her name on the paper.

Since Songmei Apparel had already signed a framework agreement with Tang Entertainment at the company level, she was now confirming the execution details in her personal capacity.

This way, they could directly proceed with launching the endorser promotion, accelerating brand development.

The legal documents with both companies' official seals would be finalized by the respective legal teams later.

After signing, she put down the pen.

The room fell quiet for a moment, with only the sound of the wall clock ticking.

Bei Yuwei stole glances at him from the corner of her eye, unconsciously biting her lower lip.

Wanting to say something to break this suffocating silence, but not quite daring to.

Tang Song noticed her gaze, leaning forward slightly, his tone turning teasing. "Why so nervous? Tense as a rock. This isn't like the bold Little Bei I remember."

Hearing his words, Bei Yuwei looked up, directly meeting Tang Song's eyes.

In them, she saw clear and familiar gentleness and closeness.

The heavy stone in her heart crashed to the ground.

Bei Yuwei let out a long sigh, dramatically patting her heaving chest. "It's all because President Tang you were so awe-inspiring today! My heart is still going 'thump-thump' like crazy, really scared me to death!"

Hearing this familiar Cantonese softness, the smile on Tang Song's lips deepened.

"Oh? Really? Then I'd like to know, just how fast is it beating?"

The atmosphere instantly became subtle and intimate.

Bei Yuwei was momentarily stunned, then a smile bloomed on her face—the kind of ultimate, alluring charm a woman only shows when facing the one she loves.

She stood up, walking over to Tang Song with cat-like steps.

She didn't sit down, but bent over slightly.

A few strands of hair fell onto her fair collarbone. The black evening gown hugged the full, rounded curves of her chest, exuding a tempting allure under gravity.

"If you don't believe me... you can feel it for yourself."

Her breath was like orchid, her gaze lingering.

Tang Song extended his hand.

His slender fingers touched her cheek, his fingertips caressing her delicate, porcelain-like skin.

From her brow bone, across the bridge of her nose, finally coming to rest on her full, red lips.

Tang Song's fingers slowly trailed downward, over her slender neck, finally landing on that exquisitely defined collarbone.

The sensation transmitted by his fingertips was firm, smooth, full of the elasticity of collagen.

That unique youthful fullness, so different from the mature voluptuousness he had just felt next door.

This strong contrast brought a trace of subtle restlessness to his heart.

In truth, during the ambiguous tussle with Ouyang Xianyue just now, a fire had been building inside him.

He did need an outlet.

And in front of this female idol, he didn't need to maintain any persona; he could unrestrainedly release his desire for control.

"Mmm—"

Bei Yuwei's breathing hitched slightly, her eyes misty as she gazed deeply at him.

"I'm your woman, right?"

"Of course."

A flush of extreme happiness appeared on Bei Yuwei's face. "Tang Song, I really, really like you!"

After saying this, she slowly sat down on the wool carpet at Tang Song's feet.

Tilting her head up slightly, that delicate, palm-sized face was filled with adoration and affection.

Tang Song gently stroked her hair, his voice low. "Tell me about what you've been up to these past few months. I want to hear. Be detailed, be thorough."

As he spoke, his hand pressed down along her spine.

"Okay... I'll tell you everything..."

Bei Yuwei's red lips parted, beginning to narrate in a low voice.

A melodious voice sounded in the room.

...

For the remainder of the afternoon.

Whether during the relaxed, leisurely continuation of the golf game or at the banquet after nightfall.

Tang Song as a whole appeared more proactive and more talkative.

Accompanied by Jiang Yourong, his "accompanying technical assistant," he moved through the center of the crowd.

Combined with the detailed confidential files he had previously obtained, he slowly pieced together the complete, three-dimensional organizational structure and business landscape of Xuanji Optical World in his mind.

After all, this company was not only the core chess piece the Tangjin System was betting on for the future but also directly related to the [Final Stage Growth Plan Mission].

Thoroughly controlling and completely familiarizing himself with it was an unavoidable, necessary step.

As his understanding deepened, the light in his eyes grew more profound.

He had to admit, compared to Songmei Apparel, Xuanji Optical World operated on an entirely different level.

It was too complete, too grand.

From the moment of its birth, its ambition never rested on the level of "one or two hit hardware products."

What it truly aimed for was the "gateway to the next-generation computing platform."

To migrate computing power, perception, and intelligence from the screen in your pocket into real space.

This wasn't just a marketing slogan, but a fully deployed system:

Upstream, locking down core optical and display production capacity; midstream, controlling precision manufacturing and system integration; downstream, simultaneously building the XOS operating system, device-cloud collaborative AI, and developer ecosystem.

Supply chain, system stack, algorithmic capabilities, and industry interfaces—a perfect closed loop.

This was its truly terrifying aspect.

Unlike ordinary startups, Xuanji Optical World had, from the beginning, established a BG (Business Group) divisional system that only mature giants possessed.

Spatial computing, smart glasses—these cutting-edge technologies with a futuristic texture.

As a young person, Tang Song naturally had an inherent i