Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets

Chapter 391: Qixi Festival Event Preview

"Ding—" The elevator doors slowly opened.

"Bye-bye, take care on the way."

"Bye-bye."

Mo Xiangwan gently hugged Liu Qingning. She hesitated for a moment before opening her arms to give Tang Song a quick hug as well, her voice soft. "Goodbye, President Tang."

With that, she waved and stepped into the elevator.

As the doors gradually closed, Tang Song and Liu Qingning’s figures disappeared from sight.

In the reflective surface of the elevator, Mo Xiangwan caught a glimpse of her own poised and graceful profile, a faint smile lingering on her lips.

She recalled the early days of 2017—how the top-tier idol she had single-handedly nurtured, Xu Ling, had betrayed her in pursuit of greater opportunities. He had partnered with her competitor to establish his own studio, completely cutting her out of the picture.

Her career took a nosedive, and emotionally, the betrayal left her devastated.

At the lowest point in her life, Tang Song appeared. He not only saved her career but also introduced her to Su Yu, another actress struggling in the industry.From there, everything changed. "Like a roc soaring with the wind, ascending to the heavens in a single leap."

Tang Song opened his entire network to her, offering her unprecedented resources and opportunities.

Thanks to him, she gained direct access to business titans like Ouyang Xianyue, Wu Kezhi, Jin Meixiao, and Kate. She could speak with them as equals and even leverage the power of Smile Holdings and Jingwu Capital.

Those who had once competed against her, betrayed her, or mocked her—she had long since surpassed them. Now, they could only watch from the shadows as she thrived.

She had risen from being a talent agent to the CEO of Tang Zong Entertainment, and alongside Su Yu, transformed what was once a small company into a publicly traded enterprise worth 80 billion.

With the shares she held, she had already achieved financial freedom.

For Mo Xiangwan, the debt she owed Tang Song ran deeper than friendship or love.

No matter his faults—his emotional manipulation of Su Yu, his complicated entanglements—none of it affected her loyalty or admiration for him.

After all this time apart, she found that she actually missed him.

To her, the new Tang Song, who was more expressive and humane, was far more likable.

Of course, she had to admit—he had also become even more attractive.

Having known him as the aloof and distant type, seeing him now, full of warmth and charm, was a surreal experience. She was certain Qin Yingxue felt the same way.

"Ding—" The elevator stopped at B1.

Mo Xiangwan chuckled softly and stepped out into the lobby, making her way to a waiting business car.

As the vehicle pulled away, she took out her phone and dialed Su Yu.

"Hey, Xiaoyu."

"Xiangwan-jie, how did it go?" Su Yu’s voice sounded slightly anxious.

"I just left the place. When Liu Qingning found out it was your apartment, she didn’t refuse."

"That’s good. At least this matter is settled." Su Yu let out a long breath, her voice bright again. "Xiangwan-jie, I saw the photos you sent. Can you tell me what he did tonight? What did he eat? What did he drink?"

"Hmm." Mo Xiangwan pressed her lips together, then began describing everything in a gentle voice.

As she spoke, Su Yu fell into complete silence, simply listening.

When Mo Xiangwan finished, Su Yu remained quiet for a long time. Then, suddenly, her voice broke with emotion.

"Xiangwan-jie, I miss him. I miss him so, so much..."

She repeated "I miss him" over and over, her voice gradually dissolving into sobs.

"I want... to hear his voice... I want to hug him... I want to kiss him... I... I want to sleep beside him, I want him to hold me and sing to me... I—"

Her words came in broken fragments, her breath ragged with emotion.

Every inhale was accompanied by a trembling sob, as if she were pouring out every bit of longing and heartache she had bottled up.

Mo Xiangwan listened quietly, without interrupting or offering comfort.

She understood that Su Yu didn’t need advice—she just needed to let everything out.

After all, this wasn’t the first time.

In the past three years, Su Yu had often gone through emotional turmoil like this.

But it was precisely these deep and intense emotions that had given birth to so many of her soul-stirring songs.

When Su Yu’s sobs finally subsided, Mo Xiangwan spoke softly.

"Have a drink, then get a good night’s sleep. Tang Song said he’ll be sending you a gift on Valentine’s Day."

"Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

The crying gradually stopped.

—

Shenzhen Bay No.1

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night deepened.

Tang Song glanced at his watch, then got up and walked toward the master bedroom.

"Knock, knock, knock—" He rapped lightly on the door.

"Can I come in?"

"Wait a second!"

A moment later, a voice responded from inside. "Okay, you can come in now."

Tang Song chuckled, pushed the door open, and stepped inside.

In the spacious, luxurious bedroom, Liu Qingning sat curled up at the edge of the bed, hugging a white pillow to her chest, attempting to cover herself.

When she saw Tang Song enter, her slender legs instinctively pulled back, and her face flushed red.

She stammered, "Why are all the pajamas here so... revealing? If I’d known, I wouldn’t have worn this one!"

She had already had quite a bit to drink earlier. After a hot shower, the alcohol had settled in, leaving her feeling lightheaded. Her words now carried an extra touch of soft sweetness.

Tang Song’s gaze was bright as he looked at her. "Oh? That’s fine. You can take it off—I’ll help you, how about that?"

With that, he strode toward her.

"Slap!" Liu Qingning lightly patted his leg, eyes wide, trying to appear serious. "Stop teasing me! Behave yourself, or I’ll get mad!"

She had known Tang Song for years, and he had always been gentle and reserved. If someone flirted with him, he would blush and look away.

But now?

He joked shamelessly and even made bold moves.

She had to put an end to this bad habit, or he’d walk all over her in the future!

Tang Song smirked, crouching in front of her.

They were so close now that he could clearly smell the fresh scent of her shampoo.

Their eyes met.

Liu Qingning stared back at him with her large, round eyes, refusing to back down.

Tang Song suddenly leaned in and planted a kiss on her soft, round cheek.

Liu Qingning’s composure shattered in an instant. Her cheeks burned bright red.

"W-what are you doing?! Talk properly—no more kissing!"

"Smack~"

Tang Song kissed her again.

"Ah! Are you messing with me?!" Liu Qingning tried to dodge, but lost her balance, nearly tumbling off the bed.

Tang Song quickly caught her, effortlessly cradling her in his arms before gently placing her onto the plush carpet.

With the pillow no longer covering her, her ample curves were fully exposed.

The high-end silk nightgown she wore had a deep V neckline, revealing smooth, porcelain skin.

And due to her earlier movement, the hem of her nightgown had ridden up to her waist, leaving her shapely legs completely bare.

Her body was soft and full in all the right places—sensual yet delicate.

Under the warm lighting, the contrast between her pure face and her alluring figure was breathtaking.

Tang Song’s breathing grew heavier.

The scent of her body wash filled his lungs.

This was the sexiest she had ever dressed around him. He could even see—

Unable to resist, he reached out and gently grasped her small, fair foot, massaging it lightly.

Feeling the warmth of his hands, Liu Qingning shivered.

"It tickles! Stop touching my feet!"

Flustered, she brushed her hair over her chest, trying to cover herself.

But she was too curvy to fully succeed.

Dark strands of hair cascaded over creamy skin, adding a touch of tantalizing mystery.

Tang Song’s hand slowly moved up, gently caressing her calf. “Qingning, it’s getting late. We should go to bed.”

“You go ahead. I’m not sleepy yet. I’ll go to the music room and sing for a while.”

Liu Qingning wriggled her legs, trying to avoid his hand.

Then, suddenly realizing something, she looked down, let out a soft gasp, and quickly tugged her nightgown down.

She reached out to cover Tang Song’s eyes, her voice trembling. “No peeking! I should go change back into my regular clothes.”

She had never worn such a revealing nightgown before, and in just one careless moment, she had accidentally exposed herself. Worse, Tang Song had seen everything.

At this moment, she wished she could just dig a hole and disappear.

While she was lost in her thoughts, a warm, damp sensation brushed against her palm. His hand on her calf also started moving slightly.

A strange and unfamiliar sensation coursed through her body, making Liu Qingning feel weak.

She quickly withdrew her hand and gave him a light shove. “Ah! Why are you being so bad? Can’t you just talk properly?”

Even last night, when he had touched her chest over her clothes, he had still been somewhat restrained when they went to sleep.

But tonight, after changing into this nightgown, he felt like a completely different person—like a predator ready to pounce.

“Qingning, do you remember our agreement?”

Liu Qingning’s gaze wavered. “What agreement?”

“If I give you Qingning Tech, you’ll forgive me,” Tang Song leaned in, towering over her petite frame. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel★fire.net

Liu Qingning mumbled, “Qingning Tech has multiple shareholders. At most, you’re giving me your portion of the shares, not the whole company.”

“Oh? Are you trying to go back on your word? That doesn’t sound like the Liu Qingning I know.”

“I... I thought you were joking at the time.”

Tang Song wrapped an arm around her back. “And now?”

She bit her lip, struggling internally for a long moment.

Finally, she sighed. “I’m sorry, Tang Song. I’ve made mistakes too. Over the years, I’ve ignored your feelings and hardly showed you any care. I didn’t realize how much you’ve done for me in silence.

“I’m really, really touched, but also ashamed.

“But honestly... I’m still struggling with this. I don’t know if I can accept sharing you with other women.”

“Qingning.” Tang Song gently embraced her, his voice sincere. “I really love you. We’ve known each other for so long. I liked you from the very beginning.

“At first, I didn’t understand what that feeling meant.

“But as we grew up—middle school, high school, university—I gradually realized that my feelings for you were unique.

“You are my White Moonlight.

“I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t lose you.”

Hearing his words and looking into his eyes, Liu Qingning’s heart trembled violently.

She lifted her head and softly kissed his lips.

Deep down, she knew she couldn’t let go of him either.

If it had been any other man, she wouldn’t have hesitated to walk away. But this was Tang Song—the one who had been in her life for so many years.

Liu Qingning parted her lips, about to say something, but before she could, Tang Song had already pulled her into a tight embrace.

Then, their lips met again. A wave of warmth spread through her body as their kiss deepened. Her vision blurred, and she slowly closed her eyes, fully surrendering to the moment.

Unlike the stolen kisses before, this was the first time she experienced his full affection without any hesitation.

It was a mix of emotions—intense and overwhelming, making the world around her feel brighter and more colorful.

She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, each beat filled with nervous excitement.

Soon, she felt herself being lifted into the air and gently placed onto the soft bed.

The mattress cradled her body, intensifying the heat of his kisses.

Her cheeks flushed red, as if set aflame. The warmth spread from her face to the tips of her ears, making her feel light-headed.

Her brain was flooded with dopamine, wrapping her in a sense of pure bliss and fulfillment.

Tang Song’s eyes opened at some point, gazing at the woman beneath him—his White Moonlight.

As he breathed in her scent and felt the warmth of her body, memories of their time together flashed through his mind.

The outside world faded away.

At this moment, his emotions reached their peak—love and desire, longing and attachment.

The fusion of hearts and souls created an indescribable sensation.

A strange feeling washed over him.

Ding!

A glowing system screen suddenly appeared before his eyes.

【On August 18, 2023, in a luxury apartment at Shenzhen Bay No.1, as you felt Liu Qingning’s trust, affection, and longing, listening to each other’s breathing and heartbeats, you were deeply moved. Your understanding of love and companionship has grown profoundly.】

【Your mindset has undergone significant growth, and you have completed a hidden mission.】

【Charm +1】

Closing the system interface, Tang Song refocused on the present.

His slender fingers gently stroked her cheek as he deepened the kiss.

Time seemed to blur.

Eventually, Liu Qingning weakly pushed against his chest, breaking the kiss.

She panted softly, her eyes still shyly closed, not daring to meet his gaze.

Seeing her like this, Tang Song lowered his lips and kissed her neck.

Liu Qingning let out a soft whimper, finally opening her bright, teary eyes. “It tickles…”

But Tang Song didn’t stop.

She tried pushing him again, but her body had no strength left.

“You’re so bad… You know I’m ticklish, but you still bully me.”

At her words, Tang Song finally paused, raising his head to look into her eyes. “Then… how about I kiss somewhere else?”

“Ah…” Liu Qingning bit her lip. “Where?”

Tang Song’s gaze shifted downward—toward her chest.

With a startled cry, Liu Qingning quickly rolled over, lying on her side. Her face turned crimson. “No way! We… we’re not at that stage yet.”

Though she liked him, they had never officially been together before tonight.

By all definitions, tonight was the first time they had truly confirmed their relationship.

She wasn’t ready for anything more.

Besides, they had been friends for too long. Beyond love, their bond carried deep friendship.

Even just kissing him had left her feeling completely overwhelmed.

Seeing him remain silent, Liu Qingning’s voice softened. “Xiao Song, I’m really tired. I drank a lot tonight, and this bed is so comfortable. Let’s just sleep, okay?”

“…Alright, as you wish.” Tang Song nodded and began undressing.

Liu Qingning immediately shut her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head, pretending to sleep.

A moment later, Tang Song slipped into bed.

The blanket was suddenly lifted, and a warm body pressed up against her from behind. His hands rested on her stomach.

Liu Qingning’s body tensed, her breath quickening. “Don’t press that against me!”

“It’s fine, it’s just my abs.”

“You… you…” Liu Qingning panicked. “Do you really think I don’t know what that is? Move it away!”

“Then tell me—what is it?”

“It’s… it’s… Ahhh!” Liu Qingning dug her nails into his hand. “Tang Song, you’re bullying me!”

Tang Song chuckled, his voice low. “Qingning, can I touch you?”

“No!” She clutched herself protectively. “Kissing is fine, but nothing else.”

She wasn’t wearing a bra, leaving her feeling completely defenseless.

Tang Song had been eyeing her chest all night—she could feel it.

She still had her dignity to uphold!

“…Then can I touch your legs?” He whispered into her ear. “Baby Qingning, this isn’t too much, right? Just for a little bit?”

Maybe it was the way he called her baby, but after a brief hesitation, Liu Qingning mumbled, “…Okay.”

Before she could react, his hand was already on her thigh.

She shivered, goosebumps rising.

The night deepened.

The curtains swayed in the breeze.

In the darkness, two people who had known each other for years listened to each other’s heartbeats—emotions swirling like a storm.