Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 852: Removing the Ring

Tuesday, January 30, 2024.

Shen City, Shencheng Bay No. 1, Tower 5.

6:00 AM.

Tang Song woke from his sleep, his thoughts instantly snapping back into focus.

Recently, to push work forward quickly, his brain had been operating on overdrive every day.

His sleep time had increased by an hour compared to usual, and his appetite was also bigger.

Fortunately, he had the [Male-God Halo (LV5)], otherwise he wouldn't have been able to handle it at all.

However, for the next week, he would be going to Europe, which counted as a vacation, allowing him to relax a little.

He turned onto his side and, using the faint light, looked towards the person beside him.

A thin quilt was draped over her, only reaching her chest, revealing a section of smooth collarbone and a rounded shoulder.

The golden chest chain was still worn on her body, the delicate chain shimmering faintly in the morning light, entwined against her snow-white skin, rising and falling gently with her breathing.

On the skin below her collarbone, a few faint red marks were scattered sporadically.

Because they were going abroad today, after some coaxing last night, the White Moonlight finally blushed and compromised, actively putting on the chain herself, sitting on his lap, letting him do as he pleased.

He still remembered how she bit her lip and turned her face away, not daring to look at him.

That kind of picture, interwoven with innocence and temptation, was truly intoxicating.

His phone screen lit up.

Accompanied by a bank deposit notification SMS, Tang Song gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed, tucked the quilt corner around Liu Qingning for her, then turned and walked towards the walk-in closet.

In Shen City's winter, dawn always came late.

Outside the window was still a deep, ink-blue darkness. The hazy yellow halos of streetlights melted into the morning mist, and the distant sea surface was faintly visible with shimmering ripples.

Tang Song changed into a simple set of sportswear and quietly left the apartment.

He jogged along the Shencheng Bay promenade. The sea breeze blew against his face, carrying the damp chill unique to southern winters.

With each breath, the crisp, cold air filled his lungs, completely dispelling the weariness of the night, making him feel increasingly clear-headed.

After running at a steady pace for forty minutes, the eastern horizon gradually began to show the first light of dawn, the sky slowly brightening.

He bought two portions of freshly-made breakfast from a roadside breakfast shop, then turned and went back upstairs.

Pushing open the door.

Liu Qingning was just walking out of the bedroom, already changed into her clothes.

She wore a loose beige sweater paired with black leggings, outlining her slender, straight legs.

Her hair was casually tied into a low ponytail, a few stray strands falling by her cheeks, her face still carrying a sleepy, dazed look.

Seeing Tang Song come in with breakfast, her eyes instantly widened, her cheeks flushed crimson in an instant, and she glared at him fiercely.

"Oh, our Little Qing Ning is awake?" Tang Song walked over with a smile, placed the breakfast on the dining table, and deliberately lowered his voice to ask, "Does it still hurt?"

"You... shut up!" Liu Qingning walked over, flustered and annoyed, reaching out to pinch his waist hard. "You pervert! Are you a dog? You actually bit me... I have to go to the company for a morning meeting today, how am I supposed to dress!"

Tang Song took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist, shamelessly saying, "Just wear a high-neck top. Who told you to be so... enticing last night, I really couldn't help myself."

"Ahhh! You're still saying that about me!" Liu Qingning huffed and pushed him away, her entire face red like a ripe apple. "Just go abroad already! I don't want to see you anymore!"

The two finished breakfast amidst their bickering.

Tang Song put on a baseball cap and accompanied Liu Qingning on foot to the Qingning Tech Tower diagonally opposite. After watching her enter the building, he bought a cup of coffee and returned upstairs.

Entering the study, he turned on the computer and began handling work remotely.

Actually, with the mature structure of the President's Office in place, much of his daily work could already be completely delegated. It was just that some core decisions ultimately required his personal oversight.

...

An unknown amount of time passed.

"Ring~~" The phone rang.

A video call request popped up on the screen.

[Xiao Jing]

Tang Song raised an eyebrow and pressed the answer button.

The screen flickered, and a sweet, pretty face appeared in the frame.

Xiao Jing seemed to have just taken a shower, her hair slightly damp and loose over her shoulders.

She wore only a pure white bathrobe, wrapped tightly around her.

"Song~ Good morning!" Her voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of a coquettish lilt.

Tang Song glanced at the time. "Where are you?"

Last Saturday, the four-person trip to the Tangjin Estate had already ended, and everyone had returned to their work routines.

Xiao Jing, however, had dragged the most leisurely Zhao Yaqian along and flown to New York.

On one hand, it was to take over a property asset under Tang Jin located in Manhattan. On the other hand, it was to incidentally check out the local top-tier anti-aging spa projects.

Of course, the core purpose was still shopping.

That private club was right on Manhattan's Fifth Avenue, next to rows upon rows of luxury flagship stores. Zhao Yaqian, who hadn't been abroad much, naturally went along happily.

"I'm right here at the club in New York, been staying here. I'm in the club's SPA area now, just finished a round of treatments, it feels so good."

Xiao Jing held up her phone while walking on soft carpet into a quiet, long corridor.

The surrounding light dimmed, with only wall sconces casting hazy yellow halos.

Xiao Jing lowered her voice, leaning closer to the camera: "Song, do you miss me?"

She blinked at the camera, her long eyelashes fluttering.

Tang Song smiled. "I do, I miss you a lot."

Xiao Jing bit her lip, then suddenly reached out and gently hooked the silk belt at the waist of her bathrobe.

"Then... let me show you?"

Before Tang Song could react, she flicked her wrist.

The belt loosened, the bathrobe fell open.

Without any concealment, the screen was filled with snowy whiteness.

Tang Song's eyes instantly widened.

Good grief! Little Rich Girl, you really know how to play!

You have to know, there were just attendants visible in the shot earlier, this is practically a public space!

Xiao Jing's face was slightly flushed, but her expression remained obedient and sweet.

She just walked slowly like that, letting the camera capture her from head to toe.

With each step, the edge of the bathrobe swayed gently.

"You..." Tang Song took a deep breath.

"It's fine, Song." Xiao Jing blinked, her tone carrying a hint of unusual urgency. "This is the SPA beauty area, it only serves female guests. And, I've booked out the entire area for today."

As she spoke, she deliberately turned slightly to the side.

Tang Song felt the blood rush to his head. "Xiao Jing, you're too reckless!"

Hearing Tang Song's reprimand, Xiao Jing's body trembled, a flush rising on her face.

She bit her lower lip, a misty layer covering her eyes, her voice soft and sticky again: "Sumimasen, I'm sorry, Tang Song-sama. I'll punish myself."

Saying this, she slowly reached out her hand.

And pressed down hard...

On her cool, pale skin, a faint red mark instantly appeared.

"Huff—" Tang Song's breathing became heavy.

It had to be said, when a little rich girl got perverted, it was really fun.

"Alright, Song, I'm here." Xiao Jing suddenly wrapped her bathrobe tightly again, giving the camera a sweet smile. "I'm going to do some beauty skincare next."

Tang Song nodded. "Okay, go ahead."

Xiao Jing leaned closer to the camera, blinked, her voice tinged with playfulness: "Oh, by the way, let me show you my beauty masseuse for tonight. Her technique is so comfortable, I specifically requested her. Later, I'm going to have her give me a full-body massage."

After saying that, she pushed open a door next to her.

The camera switched.

The room had soft lighting, filled with the faint aroma of essential oils.

On the screen appeared a tall, sexy figure.

She only had a white towel wrapped around her, barely covering the crucial areas, revealing a pair of plump, slender, perfectly shaped wineglass legs.

Wine-red wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her features appear even more radiant and striking.

Hearing the noise, she looked up towards the door.

Seeing the phone Xiao Jing was holding, she was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed.

"Xiao Jing! What, what are you doing! Don't take pictures of me!"

During this time abroad with Xiao Jing, she had also discovered that this little rich girl was a bit strange.

Back at the Tangjin Estate, Xiao Jing changed rooms every day, insisting on sleeping with them, and was also a bit handsy.

She heard from Luna privately that when Xiao Jing slept at Wen Ruan's villa one night, she did something excessive and got her bottom spanked red by that big sister.

Earlier, when the other party asked her to help with the treatment, she felt a bit nervous.

But after all, they were sisters, so she didn't refuse.

Now, she was actually holding up a phone to film her in this state again.

Xiao Jing, however, laughed even more happily. "Qianqian, don't be shy! Look who it is? Say hello to Song~"

Zhao Yaqian was stunned for a moment.

"Brother Song?!"

Her face immediately lit up with a smile, the earlier shyness instantly thrown to the winds.

Barefoot, she "thumped" over.

On the screen, that radiant, striking face got closer and closer, finally almost pressing against the lens.

"Brother Song!" Her voice was sweet and bright, with unconcealable excitement. "Are you not busy today?"

Tang Song looked at the charming, naive beautician on the screen and smiled. "I'm flying to Europe tonight, so I'm packing at home during the day, not going to the company. What about you? Having fun in New York?"

"Fun! Super fun!" She nodded vigorously, her wine-red hair swaying happily along. "New York is so lively here. Yesterday, Xiao Jing took me to Fifth Avenue, and we went to Times Square to stroll around, bought so many things! It would be even better if you came along next time!"

Just as she was speaking, Xiao Jing leaned over from the side, pressing her whole body against Zhao Yaqian.

Two figures, only wrapped in towels, half-revealing spring scenery, squeezed together side by side in front of the screen.

One sweet and tempting, with a hint of cunning hidden in her eyes.

The other radiant and fiery, her smile revealing a naive straightforwardness.

Listening to their chattering, laughing, and playful bickering.

Looking at the screen full of vivid, enticing sights.

Tang Song's mood also became exceptionally cheerful and expectant.

Speaking of which, the item the little rich girl previously obtained, [Xiao Jing's Vow Collar], and the beautician's [Spirit Resonance Leg Garter], had a special bond effect.

There hadn't been a chance to verify it yet.

It was good to let them spend more time together now to cultivate their feelings.

After the New Year, he must find an opportunity to get them together and properly experience just how strong this so-called bond really was.

...

A little past 1 PM.

"Ding dong— Ding dong—"

Clear doorbell chimes rang.

Tang Song opened the armored door.

Lin Muxue stood outside, holding a bag.

She wore a knitted dress, the hem just above the knees, outlining her slender waistline and long, straight legs.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, her makeup exquisite, her features well-defined.

The whole person exuded an aura of capable, stylish, elite professionalism.

"President Tang." She gave a slight bow, her voice crisp.

"Good afternoon, Luna. Come in, no need to change shoes." Tang Song stepped aside.

Lin Muxue quickly walked in.

This was Liu Qingning's residence, her first time inside.

A large flat of over 300 square meters, modern Italian style, simple yet luxurious.

Good taste.

She silently evaluated in her heart.

The two went to the spacious living room.

Lin Muxue sat down on the single sofa next to Tang Song, took out her tablet, opened the memo app, instantly entering work mode.

Professional assistant, online and working.

"President Tang, your private jet's flight route has been confirmed. The detailed itinerary was just sent to your email. The overall pace is similar to the last trip to France."

"At 8 PM, the Bombardier 7500 will take off from the business jet area of Bao'an Airport, scheduled to arrive at Nice Côte d'Azur Airport at 5:30 AM local time tomorrow morning. This way, you, Ms. Ouyang, and Yanqing can get sufficient sleep on the plane, making the time zone adjustment more comfortable."

"Upon arrival, you will directly transfer to the prepared Agusta helicopter, flying low over the Mediterranean coastline, reaching downtown Monaco in seven minutes. The pickup, security, and hotel check-in there are all personally handled by the estate butler, Mr. Dubois. Everything has been coordinated."

Lin Muxue sat upright, her gaze focused, demonstrating extremely high professional assistant competence.

Tang Song leaned back on the sofa, listening quietly, nodding occasionally.

Monaco was a tiny country without its own civilian airport.

The usual practice for wealthy people going there was to fly to Nice, France first, then spend seven minutes flying low over that stunning stretch of Mediterranean coastline, landing directly at Monaco's heliport.

This was the advantage of building the [Tangjin Estate] near Nice.

Extremely close to Monaco's harbor, the estate's helicopters could be mobilized at any time.

It would be very convenient for future vacations and sailing trips there.

After reporting the official matters, Lin Muxue closed her tablet, her eyes looking at him somewhat eagerly:

"President Tang... this trip to Monaco, are you really sure you don't need me to go along?"

If she could choose, of course she hoped to go to Europe with Tang Song.

That's Monaco!

The ultimate money-burning playground for the super-rich!

Being able to attend such occasions by President Tang's side would allow her to flaunt her status to the extreme, and she could even get a little 'meat' at night. Just thinking about it made her giddy.

"No need, Liu Jiayi is coming along, the itinerary coordination will be fine." Tang Song patted Luna's shoulder. "You just got back from France, take a good rest first. The work in Chang'an is important, remember to submit weekly progress reports to me and the investment committee of the family office."

"Mm! No problem, you can rest assured!" Lin Muxue nodded obediently.

Of course, second best, going to Chang'an wasn't bad either.

The New Year was approaching, relatives from her hometown and former classmates were gradually returning. If she, as a special representative of the "Tang Jin Family Office," led an inspection team back home in grand style...

That scene, that display, would be enough to make a huge splash.

"Besides that, there's another task for you. After the New Year, you're going to get really busy."

Lin Muxue's heart skipped a beat, instinctively asking, "What... what task?"

Heaven bless!

Please don't let it be making me go train with Director Jin!

Her Majesty Empress Muxue had barely managed to live a second life after escaping from the "ominous one," she didn't want to be suppressed again!

Tang Song looked at her expression as if facing a great enemy and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He reached out, exerted a little force, and pulled the fake socialite in the knitted dress into his arms, holding her on his lap.

"Mmph—" Lin Muxue let out a low exclamation, leaning into his embrace.

"Next, you're going to start truly getting into the core work of a *personal assistant*." Tang Song's voice sounded by her ear, his fingers slowly wandering over her body. "Comprehensively sort out the list of my private leisure assets both domestic and international—including all real estate, private yachts, aircraft usage, art collections, wine cellar inventory, and various assets requiring long-term maintenance."

His hand slowly moved upwards, exploring.

"Establish a complete digital archive, clarifying the ownership, maintenance status, usage records, and annual budget for each asset. These things will all be managed and coordinated by you in the future."

Lin Muxue's body trembled.

It's finally here!

Her Majesty Empress Muxue's innate skill was finally going to be put to use!

Back when Tang Song said he wanted to train her, the ultimate goal was for her to become his personal co-assistant.

Although learning macroeconomics and investment logic from Director Jin was also important, to be honest, those things were too brain-burning.

And what Tang Song was assigning her now—real estate, yachts, planes, art, wine cellars...

These were the fields she truly loved and was most, most, most skilled at.

And it clearly signaled entering the rhythm of the family office.

This kind of ecstatic joy from being entrusted with significant authority and the immense satisfaction of her vanity was even more thrilling than directly receiving tens of millions.

Empress Muxue, officially taking off!

Lin Muxue excitedly threw her arms around Tang Song's neck and gave his face a heavy kiss.

"Okay! I guarantee I'll complete the task!"

Once she kissed, she couldn't hold back.

Her soft lips pressed against his cheek, gently brushing past, landing at the corner of his mouth.

And then, stayed there.

Amidst the intertwining of lips and teeth, the air in the living room gradually warmed, an ambiguous atmosphere spreading wantonly.

...

4:00 PM.

A black Audi A8L slowly drove into the Shekou Hillside Villa area, stopping at the private entrance porch of Building 8.

Chen Jing, who had been waiting, stepped forward and opened the rear door.

"Ms. Ouyang."

Ouyang Xianyue gave a slight nod and stepped out of the car.

Her dark gray coat shimmered with a soft, high-end luster in the twilight, the hem swaying gently with her steps.

Passing through the foyer, she entered the villa.

Chen Jing followed behind, skillfully helping her remove the coat and draping it over her arm, then took a pair of soft house slippers from the shoe cabinet, bending down to place them at her feet.

She quickly reported: "I just reconfirmed with President Tang's itinerary