Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets Chapter 870: Cracking the Defense

Tang Song lay in bed, staring at the system light screen floating before his eyes.

His eyelids twitched violently.

Holy shit!

You little raincoat!

I thought you were goofy and outrageous, but I never imagined you'd be this goofy! This outrageous!

Previous tasks, though headache-inducing, were at most just mischievous pranks with a touch of kink.

But this one—

Making Secretary Jin and the female celebrity appear in the same room simultaneously, completely unaware of each other, and have them stay together for six hours.

Six hours.

It even thoughtfully includes gameplay suggestions like "Landlord, Truth or Dare, Dress-Up Games, Situational Roleplay."

This is no longer a battlefield of love.

This is clearly roasting him over a fire, then casually sprinkling some cumin and chili powder on top!

But soon, his gaze uncontrollably fell back on the task rewards.

The base reward was 50 points of durability, and there was even 【Stamina +1】 and 【Physique +1】.

Tang Song's breath hitched slightly.

Especially that Stamina +1.

You have to understand, his current stamina was already at 89 points.

Just this one point away, and he could officially cross the threshold of 90.

And any base attribute, once it breaks through 90, carries a completely different meaning.

Last time, when his Comprehension broke through 90, it directly brought about qualitative change-level abilities like 【Memory Palace】, 【Brainstorming】, and 【Dream Link】.

It elevated his entire person's cognition, judgment, and control to another level.

If this time, 【Stamina】, which represents physical fitness and endurance in prolonged engagements, could also break through 90...

Then, in terms of physiological functions and certain unspeakable domains, it would inevitably undergo earth-shaking changes.

Recalling his birthday, when he was playing the "three-player game" with Su Yu and Wen Ruan, if it weren't for the 【Recovery Potion】 supporting him, he probably would have been utterly defeated and lost all face long ago.

Let alone facing even bigger scenes in the future.

The temptation was simply too great.

After all, triggering branch tasks was becoming increasingly difficult nowadays.

And the item 【Magical Little Raincoat】 was a genuine necessity.

The durability had to be farmed back no matter what.

Thinking of this, Tang Song shifted his gaze to the task requirements with a headache.

Actually, the female celebrity side should be easy to handle.

Su Yu's attitude towards him was one of almost pathological indulgence and doting.

No matter how absurd or excessive his requests were, she would never refuse.

Not to mention staying in the same room as Secretary Jin for 6 hours.

Even if it were more outrageous, as long as it was for him, she could accept it.

She might even, with her outstanding actress-level acting skills, perform as if she were enjoying it.

But Secretary Jin was different.

Her conflict with Su Yu had a long history. Coupled with the female celebrity's occasional face-slapping provocations, veiled and overt taunts, and her inherently crazy nature... the two had long accumulated deep-seated resentment.

Once they met, especially in such a setting, the conflict would definitely be ignited instantly.

When that happened, the crazy female celebrity would undoubtedly do something extreme to provoke Secretary Jin, and the scene would absolutely be "spectacular" to the point of being uncontrollable.

"......"

Thinking of this, even Tang Song couldn't help but feel his scalp go numb.

If handled poorly, it could really blow up the entire Spring Festival.

Then, he paused slightly.

Right.

Come to think of it, until now, Secretary Jin hadn't formally mentioned the Spring Festival to him, nor had she said she was coming to Jing County or going to his home.

She only mentioned once back in Shen City that she'd give the birthday to the White Moonlight, and the next holiday was hers.

But until now, with New Year's Eve almost here, Secretary Jin's side has been unusually quiet.

No notification of any itinerary arrangements, not even a hint.

If not for the little raincoat, he wouldn't have even known that Secretary Jin and the female celebrity had already clashed.

Based on Tang Song's understanding of Secretary Jin, he quickly grasped the situation.

This Ms. Smile was waiting for him to take the initiative and invite her.

After all, when taking a girlfriend home to meet the parents, you can't expect the girlfriend to push things forward on her own.

In the darkness, the light in Tang Song's eyes gradually brightened.

This could perhaps be used as leverage.

He could completely schedule the meeting for New Year's Eve day itself.

Once the task is completed, they'd go see his parents.

Secretary Jin would probably indulge him a bit more then.

Even if the female celebrity really did something out of line, she wouldn't flip out on the spot.

Thinking about it this way, that outrageous task of "locking two women in a room for six hours" didn't seem so outrageous anymore.

Even... it wasn't impossible to try playing some little games.

Thinking of this, Tang Song's mind stirred, and he directly entered the 【Character Center】.

His gaze fell on the only UR card in the very center.

【Character Details】

【Secretary Jin (UR)】

【Status: Deep Sleep】

【Location: Imperial Capital · No. 8 Hesheng Xiaoyun Road.map】

【Special Skill: Dream Link (Passive, currently available)】

.....

Tang Song looked down at the female CEO still sleeping soundly in his arms.

Her body was warm and smooth, her breathing even, her black hair scattered on the pillow, carrying a faint, mature fragrance.

He reached out and gently patted her back, pulling the quilt corner up for her.

Then, he closed his own eyes.

Under the rapid sleep-inducing effect of the 【Male-God Halo】.

Soon, a strong sense of weightlessness washed over him.

His consciousness seemed to detach bit by bit from his body, floating upward.

The surrounding real world began to dissolve, darkness receding like a tide, replaced by large swathes of soft, hazy halos.

Dream Link, activated.

......

February 8th, 2024, Lunar December 29th, Thursday.

Imperial Capital, No. 8 Hesheng Xiaoyun Road.

6:00 AM.

The dim bedroom was heavy with warmth, quiet as if completely isolated from the outside world.

"Mmm......"

Secretary Jin's eyelashes trembled violently a few times.

Her consciousness wasn't fully awake yet, but her body had already given the most honest reaction first.

It was a sore, weak feeling that slowly spread from deep within her waistline, dense and tingling, creeping down her spine, then gradually soaking into her limbs and bones.

She almost instinctively squeezed her legs together, and her brows furrowed slightly.

That overly vivid afterglow finally made her open her eyes.

The dim ceiling came into view.

And her eyes, usually clear and calm, were now shimmering with watery light, filled with lingering, unsubsided passion.

She lay motionless, looking up at the ceiling. Only after a good while did her breathing slowly stabilize.

Then, she became aware of the abnormality beneath her.

The scenes from last night's dream also began to trickle back.

Not complete.

Those details, after waking up, were like melting snow—the harder she tried to grasp them, the faster they slipped through her fingers.

But some things remained etched deeply.

His hands, his kisses, his low, lazy voice speaking by her ear.

And their final conversation.

"Secretary Jin, the Spring Festival is almost here. I want to invite you to come home with me. Not in any professional capacity, just as my girlfriend."

"Oh? I didn't expect President Tang to take the initiative to speak up. I thought you had already forgotten our agreement. Or perhaps, you were having too much fun with that Noble Lady and made other arrangements."

"Emm... I've always remembered. It's just that there are some things I wanted to tell you in person, not through other means."

"Ah, I see. Alright, I believe you."

"However, Secretary Jin, for this trip to Jing County, you are just my girlfriend, not any other identity. Don't be too sharp, don't push too hard. It's my first time bringing a girlfriend home for the Spring Festival, I hope we can have a... somewhat normal start."

"Normal? Does President Tang think I'm a very abnormal person?"

"Not at all. I just hope—"

"Sounds like you're more nervous than I am."

"......"

"Very happy to receive President Tang's invitation. I will prepare properly."

......

Her thoughts slowly withdrew from the echoes of the dream.

Secretary Jin slowly sat up.

Her disheveled long hair slipped from her shoulders, falling softly over her chest.

She looked down, casually took off the soiled clothes on her body, and tossed them aside.

Then, completely naked, she walked towards the bathroom.

The mirror reflected her tall, perfect figure.

Fair skin, smooth lines, shoulders, back, waist, hips, legs—every part exuded a cool yet stunning beauty.

Warm water cascaded down from above.

The rising steam quickly fogged the mirror, blurring the smile on her face as well.

Finally, it had come to this moment.

The biggest reason she hadn't been making her presence felt like Su Yu, nor had she gone directly to Yancheng or Jing County, was that Tang Song hadn't spoken up yet.

She could arrange everything discreetly, but this particular matter had to be initiated by him.

It held extraordinary significance.

The water slowly slid over her shoulders, collarbone, and waistline.

She closed her eyes, feeling a certain vitality and lightness spreading within her body.

Speaking of which, she had noticed years ago that her body was somewhat special.

Or, more accurately, ever since establishing the dream connection with Tang Song, her entire state had begun to quietly change.

More energetic, deeper sleep, faster recovery.

Things like jet lag, which could be quite taxing for ordinary people, often only caused her brief discomfort before she adjusted quickly.

Especially after he entered her dreams.

Every time she woke up, it felt as if she had been cleansed from head to toe by some force.

Her body felt light, her mind clear, even her skin glowed with a radiance from within.

After her shower, Secretary Jin dried herself off and leisurely changed her clothes.

She glanced at herself in the mirror, the corners of her lips curving into a faint arc.

New Year's Eve, Jing County, meeting the parents.

But before that, she had something else to do.

She had to go see that crazy little star first.

To prevent that woman from really getting a whim and doing something excessively outrageous, ruining her plans.

Thinking of Su Yu's face, Secretary Jin narrowed her eyes slightly.

Her fingers also inexplicably felt a bit itchy.

After all these years.

She really, really wanted to slap her.

The thing she remembered most clearly to this day was still April 1st, 2017.

Back then, it was their one-year anniversary of knowing each other. It should have been a commemoration belonging only to them.

But he specifically asked her to investigate Su Yu.

Later, on May 20th, her birthday,

He went and wrote a love song for that little star.

Of course, she knew that her subsequent suppression and tactics weren't just about "risk control" as stated on the surface.

More often than not, it was simply driven by the most primitive and unreasonable emotions of a woman.

If she could really slap her in the face...

It would probably feel really satisfying.

Of course, she was also well aware that such a thing wasn't easy to do.

At the very least, she couldn't actually do it.

That was a bit frustrating.

......

A little past 10 AM.

Jing County, Yunhao Hotel, top-floor suite.

The distant buildings of the county town appeared bleached by the thin mist.

Traffic on the streets gradually thickened, the entire small city steaming with the unique pre-holiday bustle and warmth.

Su Yu sat by the window.

She wore a very casual, light-colored knitted maxi dress, her long hair loosely tied back, holding a guitar in her arms.

Her fingertips gently plucked the strings, producing clean, soft harmonics.

Her singing voice flowed out slowly, like winter afternoon sunlight falling on a windowsill, like a distant, faraway past, like those old roads, old faces, and old times that had clearly been walked through yet always remained in the heart.

Zhang Yan sat on the sofa opposite her, her expression slightly dazed, her breathing unconsciously lightened.

It was as if her whole being was being slowly drawn into the story by the singing.

Also as if, through the melody, she saw herself from many years ago, always keeping her head down, carefully liking someone.

The last note gently faded away.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Only then did Zhang Yan seem to snap back to reality, hurriedly clapping vigorously.

"So beautiful... really, really too beautiful."

Seeing her like this, Su Yu chuckled lightly. "After lunch, I'll take you to the temporary studio. The equipment is already set up over there. You can listen to the full arrangement first, then we'll polish the lyrics one last time."

"Mhm mhm, okay." Zhang Yan immediately nodded, her expression serious and earnest.

Just then,

The phone on the coffee table vibrated once.

Su Yu turned her head to look.

The screen lit up, a WeChat message popping up.

【She-devil】

Su Yu's eyes instantly lit up. She reached for the phone and eagerly opened it.

【She-devil: "I'll arrive in Jing County at 4 PM. Come see me at Binhu Mingshu."】

Su Yu looked at it for a moment, then suddenly let out a cold laugh.

That laugh startled Zhang Yan, who cautiously asked,

"Sister Yu, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Su Yu naturally placed the phone face down on her lap, looking up at her. "Yanyan, go tell Xiaoxi for me to brew a pot of monk fruit and snow pear tea. My throat is a bit dry."

"Okay, I'll go right now."

Zhang Yan immediately stood up and walked out quietly.

Once the door closed, the suite fell quiet again.

Su Yu picked up the phone again, tapped the screen a few times with her fingertip, and directly sent a location pin.

Then, not even bothering to type, she held down the voice message button and said leisurely, "I'm on the 16th floor of Yunhao Hotel. You come see me."

"Beep—"

【She-devil: "A public hotel isn't suitable for my appearance, nor is it suitable for our meeting."】

Su Yu leaned back into the sofa, crossing her long legs, and continued with a voice reply, "That... is not within my consideration. I just want Ms. Smile to be a bit more proactive."

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

Soon, a new message popped up again.

【She-devil: "Are you sure you want it this way? Su Yu."】

Su Yu raised an eyebrow slightly and sent another voice message:

"What? What are you going to do to me again? Don't forget, Zhang Yan is still by my side right now. What if I get excited and take her onto the hot search with me? Then the whole internet will know that Jing County will become unprecedentedly lively during the New Year."

This time, the reply came quickly.

【She-devil: "Are you threatening me?"】

The corners of Su Yu's lips slowly curved upwards, her eyes filled with blatant malice and pleasure.

She continued with a voice message: "Yes. I'm not as calm as you are. I'm just this unreasonable, willful, and crazy. Isn't that the evaluation Ms. Smile personally gave me?"

After saying that, she even happily added a smiling emoji.

This time, the other side was silent for a bit longer.

Then, finally, a new message popped up.

【She-devil: "Fine. 4 PM, I'll go to Yunhao Hotel."】

Su Yu looked at that line of text and couldn't help but laugh.

She leaned back into the sofa, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Just then, the door was pushed open again.

Zhang Yan walked in carrying the freshly brewed hot tea. Seeing the smile on Su Yu's face, she was slightly taken aback.

"Sister Yu, what is it?"

Su Yu looked up at her, the laughter in her eyes not yet completely gone.

"Nothing. We'll have an early lunch today, then finish the song sooner."

She paused, the corners of her lips curling up a little again.

"This afternoon, we're going to meet a very important person."

Zhang Yan was stunned and instinctively asked, "Who... who is it?"

Su Yu took the cup, her tone light and casual. "Jin Meixiao."

...

For the next few hours, Zhang Yan was tense all over.

Not just because she was polishing that new song of profound significance with Su Yu, but also because of the major occasion that was about to arrive.

She had long heard of the legendary Director Jin.

But she never imagined she would actually meet the other party in this small county town one day.

And yesterday, she had passively "rejected" the other party's invitation.

She was already somewhat fearful inside.

Moreover, she didn't understand why Su Yu's attitude towards this Director Jin was so strange.

It wasn't simple dislike, nor was it straightforward opposition.

It was more like a mixture of competitiveness, probing, familiarity, and something deeper and more complex.

By the time she finally breathed a sigh of relief after leaving the temporary studio and followed Su Yu back to the hotel suite, the sky was already beginning to tilt towards evening.

Two freshly delivered drinks were placed on the coffee table.

The two chatted intermittently about the minor adjustments to the arrangement and lyrics just made, but Zhang Yan could clearly feel Su Yu's gaze falling more and more frequently on the clock and outside the window.

As if waiting for something.

Zhang Yan couldn't hold back any longer and asked softly, "Sister Yu, when... are we going to see Director Jin?"

Su Yu's lips curved upwards, expectantly. "In ten minutes."

"T-ten minutes?" Zhang Yan's back instantly straightened. "Then... then I'll go change clothes."

She instinctively felt that for such an important occasion, shouldn't she dress more formally?

But for this trip to Jing County, she hadn't brought any suitable winter professional attire for formal meetings.

"No need." Su Yu leaned on the sofa, her tone casual. "Like this, it's fine."

Zhang Yan pursed her lips and didn't speak further.

She never had many ideas of her own and wasn't used to contradicting others. She could only lower her head and secretly twist her fingers.

Time ticked by, minute by minute.

Those ten min