Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets

Chapter 383: Jin Meixiao Is My Girlfriend – Fake Heiress vs. Female CEO

"I like you."

As these three words slipped from Bai Yueguang’s lips, Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat.

Liu Qingning had always been someone with an incredibly stable temperament—smart, independent, and rational.

In front of him, she had always been confident, proud, and optimistic.

Through all these years, he had never seen her lose control like this.

Whether it was high school graduation or when she left Beijing, she had always carried herself with composure, moving forward steadily according to her own plans.

Because of this, Tang Song once believed that she had never truly harbored feelings for him.

It was only when he later learned about her plan to buy a house that he started to change his mind.

And now, Liu Qingning was showing a side of herself he had never seen before.

She had set aside her pride and rationality. She had kissed him and confessed her feelings without hesitation.As for whether they still had a chance?

To him, that wasn’t even a question.

Didn’t the Dream System once show him a tragic future between them?

Even if Liu Qingning wanted to walk away, he wouldn’t let her.

"Answer me—do we still have a chance?"

Her lips trembled slightly, but her gaze remained firm and unyielding, waiting for his response.

Tang Song sighed softly and said in a low voice, “Qingning, in these ten months apart, I’ve been through a lot. So much has changed around me.

If you had asked me before leaving Beijing, I would have answered without hesitation. But now… I don’t want to lie to you—I do have someone else in my heart.”

Hearing his words, staring at his face…

Liu Qingning’s shoulders began to tremble again, and the sound of her suppressed sobs was particularly clear in the still night.

Memories rushed through her mind like a flood.

Him, riding a bike.

Him, smiling shyly.

Him, sweating profusely.

Him, scribbling furiously in his notebook.

Him, silent and thoughtful.

Him, holding her while playing the guitar…

Him. Him. Him.

All her pride and reason were swallowed by an overwhelming surge of emotion.

Tang Song gently reached for her hand.

Liu Qingning yanked it away, lifting her head again.

Tears blurred her vision, leaving only a vague outline of Tang Song in front of her.

Yet despite this, she stubbornly widened her eyes, determined to look at him.

“I owe you an apology,” she said. “In college and in work, I neglected you so much. I’m sorry.

I got lost in competitions, my job, making money, and the sense of achievement from self-fulfillment. I never truly considered your feelings or expressed my own.

I know you have the right to like someone else, and you have the right to choose your own future.

But I don’t want to lose you. I’ve liked you for a very, very long time.

Even when you were working hard, I never slacked. I always kept our original promise."

She took a deep breath, steadying herself.

“I’m about to resign from Century Zhixue. My stock options are cashing out for 3.6 million yuan. I also have more than 300,000 in savings, and Professor Wang has secured me a severance package of 200,000 yuan.

That’s a total of 4 million.

I know you’ve always liked Qingxin Homestead, and I know my mom said some unpleasant things to you.

I’ve already asked Wang Xiaoru to help me find a listing. I plan to buy a house in Yan City—in full, with both our names on it.

My skills are strong enough now. I can get into any of the major tech companies. If I work hard, I can easily reach a million-yuan salary in no time.”

Even in such an emotional state, her thoughts remained clear and well-organized as she laid out her plans.

She knew that Tang Song’s efforts had been fueled by the letter she once wrote him—"Let’s work hard separately and meet at the top."

She didn’t want him to feel that his efforts had been in vain.

She wanted to win him back.

The moonlight broke through the clouds, casting a soft glow on her hair, her shoulders, and in her eyes.

Listening to her heartfelt words, looking at her familiar face…

Tang Song felt a heat rise in his chest, a deep, unfamiliar sense of longing.

"Qingning…"

He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands, his thumb wiping away her falling tears.

Liu Qingning didn’t flinch. She tilted her head upward, her tear-filled eyes fixed on him.

“I want to walk this path with you.” Tang Song said seriously.

He met her gaze, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

A jolt of electricity seemed to pass through them both, making their bodies tremble slightly.

Liu Qingning’s eyes softened, her face turning red.

His words replayed in her mind, and a surge of joy bloomed in her chest.

Tang Song could feel the warmth and sweetness of Bai Yueguang in his arms, his heart pounding like fire.

A sense of long-awaited fulfillment filled him.

Liu Qingning let out a small sound of surprise, staring at him in a daze. Her breathing grew quicker.

After a moment, she reached up and covered his eyes with her hand.

Then, a sharp pain spread from his lips.

Liu Qingning, her face flushed, pushed lightly against his chest and turned away. “I must look awful right now—my makeup is ruined, I have pimples and blemishes on my face. You’re not allowed to look at me!”

She quickly pulled tissues from her backpack, wiping her face.

Even in the dim light, he could see every tiny detail of her skin up close.

Meanwhile, Tang Song’s complexion was annoyingly perfect, making her feel even more self-conscious.

"You’re not ugly at all. I think you’re beautiful."

Liu Qingning sniffled, shifting slightly away from him. Her face still burning, she muttered, “Why did you stick your tongue out just now?!”

“Kissing,” Tang Song replied with a teasing smile. “How was it? Want to try again?”

"Not great." Liu Qingning pursed her lips tightly.

Tang Song looked at her adorable expression and couldn’t resist stealing another quick kiss.

Her lips were soft, like two pieces of chewy candy—so incredibly comfortable to kiss.

Liu Qingning squeezed her eyes shut for a second before pushing him away. She turned around and mumbled, “Say that again. I didn’t hear you clearly.”

“Which part?”

“How did it feel?”

“Not that.”

“Do you want to try again?”

“You—! If you keep this up, I’ll get mad!” Liu Qingning lifted her tiny fists, threatening him.

Tang Song chuckled and said, “Liu Qingning, I want to walk this path with you.”

Her eyes trembled. She bit her lip gently and lowered her gaze. “But… what about your current girlfriend? What do you plan to do? If you don’t want to talk to her, I can go see her myself.”

To Tang Song, Liu Qingning had always been confident, ambitious, and intelligent.

But she had flaws too—like her occasional arrogance, which almost made her lose him.

Like the little selfish and cunning thoughts she kept hidden.

And like right now, when she was using her Bai Yueguang status, their years of history, and even her tears to force his hand.

She knew she was being selfish and shameless.

But this was her Tang Song.

She couldn’t let go.

Tang Song took a deep breath, wrapping his arms gently around her waist. “Qingning, I won’t lie to you. Since we separated, I’ve… changed. When it comes to relationships, I love you, and I will never let you go.

But… my feelings might not be as pure as before.”

Liu Qingning froze, her eyes widening in shock.

"Tang Song… what do you mean?"

“In simple terms—I’ve fallen for someone else too, but I don’t want to lose you.”

Liu Qingning was too smart not to understand. Her mind buzzed loudly as if something had just exploded inside.

She had known Tang Song for years and thought she understood him better than anyone.

But at this moment, he completely shattered everything she thought she knew about him.

The once pure-hearted boy she fell for—how did he become like this?

“You—!” Liu Qingning pulled away from his embrace, forcing herself to stay rational.

“Tang Song, you know this isn’t realistic. It’s dangerous. It will only hurt both of us.

And… have you even considered what will happen when she finds out?”

"If she’s the impulsive type, she might just do something terrifying to you while you sleep. Not everyone has the kind of solid relationship we do."

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These years apart from Tang Song had changed her. She was no longer the same Liu Qingning as before.

Tang Song instinctively shrank back a little, feeling somewhat awkward. “She actually doesn’t care… and she won’t hurt me. Besides, she knows about you.”

He wasn’t even sure which "she" he was referring to.

But even if it was the strongest-willed of them all—Secretary Jin—surely she wouldn’t go so far as to brandish a knife against him, right?

Liu Qingning’s eye twitched. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. "She doesn’t care? How is that possible?"

"It’s true."

Liu Qingning was silent for a long time before she finally spoke with difficulty, "Then… have you ever considered that maybe she doesn’t love you at all? Maybe she’s just after your money or your looks?"

"Maybe those things play a part," Tang Song admitted with a nod. "But those are also part of who I am. And when it comes to feelings, I can still tell what’s real and what’s not."

Out of all the women around him, even the most materialistic fake heiress, Lin Muxue, had shown him genuine admiration.

"If you had to choose, would you pick me or her?"

"I…" Tang Song pressed his lips together tightly.

Liu Qingning let out a long sigh and stood up from the grass.

She gazed at the neon-lit skyline and the towering skyscrapers in the distance, her lips trembling slightly.

A thought flashed through her mind—words that Professor Wang had once said to her.

So… what is the right choice for me?

"Qingning, I’m sorry," Tang Song said, stepping up beside her, his voice low and heavy. "But I won’t lie to you. We’ve known each other for almost twenty years—you should know what kind of person I am."

Liu Qingning turned to look at him for a long moment before suddenly stepping forward and biting his shoulder.

Her teeth pressed hard against his muscles through his shirt, grinding down with force.

A sharp pain shot through him, but Tang Song didn’t resist. He just stood there quietly and took it.

Moments later, a trace of blood seeped through his shirt.

Then, Liu Qingning’s sobs broke the silence.

She would rather Tang Song lie to her.

That way, she could pretend this never happened, slowly "reform" him, and bring him back to his senses.

But his honesty made it clear—his feelings for her had changed.

He was no longer pure, no longer faithful.

Tang Song’s heart ached as he wrapped his arms around her trembling body, gently patting her back. "Don’t cry… I’m sorry. This is my fault. Please don’t cry."

Liu Qingning lifted her tear-streaked face to look at him. "I don’t want to say something in the heat of the moment that I’ll regret later. We need time apart—to cool off and think."

She pulled away from his arms and turned to leave.

Tang Song sighed and quickly caught up, pulling her into a tight embrace from behind.

"Let go."

Tang Song lowered his head and kissed her firmly.

The damp night breeze wrapped around them.

Then, the taste of blood spread through their mouths.

Liu Qingning didn’t pull away. Instead, her gaze gradually softened as her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

No matter what, she truly loved Tang Song.

The sensation of their lips and tongues intertwined was intense and profound.

After what felt like a long time, Tang Song looked at her with unwavering determination.

"Qingning, I’ve worked so hard these past years, and most of it was because of you. No matter what, I won’t let you leave me."

Liu Qingning gritted her teeth. "Tang Song, I admit that I love you, but you’re not my whole world. I have my own dreams, goals, and ambitions. What right do you have to tie me down?"

"I know," Tang Song nodded. "You’ve always been outstanding—mature, ambitious, and clear about your life plans. I’ll help you achieve your dreams, your goals, and give you happiness."

"You—!" Liu Qingning punched him lightly in the chest and pointed at a brightly lit skyscraper in the distance. "Fine! If you’re so capable, buy Qingning Tower for me!"

Tang Song blinked, then nodded firmly. "No problem! If I say I’ll do it, I will!"

Liu Qingning let out a breathless laugh. "Oh, really? Then why don’t you just buy the whole Qingning Tech company for me while you’re at it?"

"Sure. If the company is named after you, it should belong to you."

"You—!" Liu Qingning nearly choked on her laughter. "Since when did you become so shameless?"

"That’s not important right now," Tang Song smirked. "But tell me—if I really do it, then what?"

"If you actually pull it off?" Liu Qingning widened her eyes. "Then I’ll forgive you."

"Deal!"

"Hah! Deal!"

"You like listening to music, right?" Tang Song asked. "I can arrange a live performance from the Echo Girl Group for you. Or any other singer you want—just say the word."

"Oh? Look at you, Xiao Song! Acting all high and mighty now, huh?" Liu Qingning gave him a thumbs-up. "Impressive! In that case, why don’t you bring Su Yu over and have her sing some of the old Echo Girl Group songs for a nostalgia trip?"

Tang Song chuckled. "Actually, that’s not impossible. But now’s not the right time."

Liu Qingning snorted before bursting into laughter, clutching her stomach.

"Damn it! Half a year apart, and now you’re a comedian?! Unbelievable!"

She playfully smacked his arm, the sadness in her heart completely washed away.

Tang Song spread his hands. "I wasn’t joking."

Now that he had unlocked Mo Xiangwan’s character, pulling some strings at Tang Zong Entertainment would make arranging a performance effortless.

But Su Yu was a special case. If she and Liu Qingning met, who knew what kind of chaos would unfold?

After a while, Liu Qingning pouted and asked, "Who do you think you are? Jin Meixiao?"

Tang Song blinked. "I may not be Jin Meixiao, but Jin Meixiao can be my girlfriend."

"Ugh! Dream on, you scumbag!" Liu Qingning rolled her eyes, completely exasperated by him.

Tang Song had really changed—he had a way of making girls laugh and feel at ease now.

After living in Beijing for seven years, Liu Qingning had actually seen the famous Director Jin once before.

It was when she attended an event with Professor Wang Chang.

Back then, Director Jin had glanced in her direction, their eyes meeting briefly.

Her gaze had been cool and sharp, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky.

Her expression—half smiling, half indifferent—exuded both elegance and dominance.

Like a mysterious, moonlit spring flowing through the dark night.

"Just so we’re clear," Liu Qingning warned, "tonight, you’re either sleeping in the living room or getting a hotel."

"Why?"

"Because I’m afraid I’ll have a dream and… accidentally snip you off in my sleep."

"...Got it."

"So, where are we going tomorrow? How about a hike?"

"Sounds good. And when we reach the summit, I’ll ask you again—"

"Ask me what?"

"Do we still have a chance?"

Under the dim glow of the streetlights, their shadows stretched and shortened along the road.

At some point, Liu Qingning had put on her earphones, walking quietly ahead.

She wasn’t willing to let go.

But she wouldn’t forgive him easily either.

She needed time.

And she hoped that, with time, Tang Song might change—back into the man who was truly hers.

Company Meeting at Slover (HK) Trust

Staring at the gold-embossed logo wall introducing the company, Xu Ning couldn't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over her.

Slover (HK) Trust.

An elegant and beautiful receptionist stood up with a polite, warm smile.

"Hello, how may I assist you?"

Xu Ning spoke hesitantly, "I'm here to see Lin Muxue… uh, I mean, Luna."

"May I have your name?"

"Xu Ning."

The receptionist's smile remained professional. "Ah, Ms. Xu. Please follow me."

"Thank you." Xu Ning hurried to keep up, secretly glancing at the woman leading her.

So this is the receptionist that Xiaoxue mentioned—the one with a top-tier university degree and fluent English.

For a moment, she felt a little deflated.

She had always thought she had decent looks and a nice figure, but in terms of presence… she was completely outmatched.

As they walked down the corridor, the understated luxury of the office became more apparent. Employees in tailored suits exuded an aura of professionalism and elite confidence—the atmosphere was even more high-end than she had imagined.

Xu Ning felt utterly out of place.

Soon, they stopped outside a conference room.

Knock, knock, knock.

The receptionist tapped gently on the solid wooden door. After a brief pause, she pushed it open.

"Luna, your guest, Ms. Xu, has arrived."

"Thank you."

A familiar voice drifted out.

Xu Ning quickly stepped aside to let the receptionist leave.

Lifting her head, she saw Xiaoxue rising from her seat inside the room.

Several colleagues surrounded her, flipping through documents and conversing fluently in English.

Xu Ning's gaze froze for a moment.

Xiaoxue, in this setting, looked like she was glowing with an air of confidence and sophistication.

Especially her makeup, hairstyle, and outfit—a meticulous imitation of Director Jin—made her seem even more elegant and refined.

Click, click, click.

The rhythmic sound of high heels echoed against the wooden floor.

Lin Muxue stepped out of the conference room, her voice low and magnetic.

"Let’s talk in my office."

With that, she strode ahead gracefully.

Xu Ning hastily followed, eyes full of admiration.

In the Director’s Office

The mahogany double doors swung open, revealing a spacious and dignified executive office.

The furniture and décor exuded an air of stability and grandeur.

In the bright and comfortable lounge area, Lin Muxue leaned back against the soft leather sofa, extending a hand toward her.

Xu Ning quickly handed over the folder of documents.

"Here’s the company charter, the pre-approval application for the company name, and the shareholder ID documents—everything’s here."

"Sit."

"Oh! Okay!" Xu Ning quickly settled beside her.

"I also started looking into that matter you asked me about," Xu Ning added. "That Shangya Fashion company is pretty well-known in the industry. Their office is in Yuhua Business Tower. Xiao Mingxuan is currently the division director, just like Wen Qiuyue. They’re both working on launching a new brand."

"Yuhua Business Tower..." Lin Muxue blinked.

Wasn’t that the same building where Fanfu Suzi Media was headquartered?

Not that it was too surprising—there were only so many prime office buildings in Yan City. It wasn’t unusual for various companies to be located in the same towers.

"Let’s do this—move our company’s registration address to Yuhua Business Tower as well. Just contact Wang Jiao to handle it."

Lin Muxue tossed out the decision casually as she flipped through the documents, scanning them.

Her wealthy second-gen friend, Wang Jiao, came from a family business specializing in office leasing and startup incubation.

After bringing her into the company, their office space was settled instantly—free of charge.

Her gaze landed on the company name section, and she smirked.

[Yan City Xue Tang Culture Co., Ltd.]

She loved it.

Back then, there was Su Yu’s "Su Tang Investments."

And now, there was her "Xue Tang Culture."

Ha!

After chatting with Xu Ning for half an hour, Lin Muxue got up.

"Everything’s in order. Let’s go. You contact Wang Jiao and finalize the office lease."

"Got it!"

"How did you get here?"

"I took the Route 23 bus."

"It’s scorching outside. Next time, just take a cab—it’s faster. I’ll transfer you 500 yuan on WeChat."

"Thanks, Xiaoxue." Xu Ning felt a little embarrassed but didn’t refuse.

She was completely broke right now—credit cards maxed out, Huabei credit drained.

A Sudden Encounter

As they stepped out of the director’s office and walked a few steps forward, Lin Muxue suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her gaze landed on a graceful and striking figure seated in the reception area.

Tall and slender.

Bright, elegant features.

Fair skin, impeccable posture.

Xie Shuyu.

The due diligence team’s investigation on Shimmer Coffee was officially complete.

Tang Song was currently on a business trip in Shenzhen, so Xie Shuyu was probably here to finalize the investment agreement.

Soon enough, this female CEO was going to have shares in her company.

And who knows—maybe one day, they'd even cross paths in bed.

Let’s see if she can still keep up that poised and icy demeanor then!

Lin Muxue’s gaze flickered toward the LV Gilded Sahara handbag beside Xie Shuyu.

A smirk tugged at her lips.

How beautiful.

And I’m getting one for Valentine’s Day.