Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets

Chapter 442: "Tactical Girl" Qingqing, Flop

Yunxi Tower, 30th floor.

"Clink—" A cup of steaming hot black tea was placed on the coffee table.

"Thank you, President Gao." Cheng Qiuqiu leaned slightly and reached out to touch the teacup.

Gao Mengting sat down on the sofa across from her, shaking her head with a soft chuckle. "Hearing you call me that feels so strange. So, how is it? Today is officially your first day getting into work mode—how do you feel?"

"It's good." Cheng Qiuqiu paused for a moment before continuing, "Really good. My colleagues are all very friendly."

"Unlike Linggan Design, Songmei Fashion is a new company. Most employees have just been officially confirmed in their positions, so there's no sense of seniority privilege. Plus, with the company's flat management structure, the atmosphere is naturally harmonious."

"It really is." Cheng Qiuqiu nodded, her expression serious. "I'll work hard and make progress as soon as possible."

She wasn't good at dealing with people, nor was she skilled at saying pleasing words to her superiors. Working at Linggan Design had always made her feel out of place.

"No rush. Spend the next few days discussing brand strategy and user profiling with your colleagues. Once you have a solid understanding, you can translate that into visual language—it'll be much better that way."

"I will tomorrow."Watching her cold and silent junior, Gao Mengting reached out and ruffled her hair before casually chatting with her about the early days of Songmei Fashion's startup.

At home, it wasn't as obvious, but at work, Gao Mengting keenly sensed her junior's psychological shortcomings.

With a personality like hers, she really wasn't suited for the workplace.

As she finished her cup of tea, Cheng Qiuqiu suddenly asked, "Senior, can I ask you a very personal question?"

Gao Mengting was slightly taken aback before she smiled gently. "Of course, go ahead."

"Are you dating President Tang?"

"Uh..." Gao Mengting tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I guess you could say that. But don't tell anyone else—it's not good for the company."

Cheng Qiuqiu responded with a soft "mm." Seeing the expression on her senior’s face, her gaze darkened slightly but quickly returned to normal.

She realized she had developed a psychological and physiological fondness for Tang Song.

It wasn’t much, but it was real.

In her 22 years of life, this was an extremely rare occurrence.

At first, she hadn’t understood why. But after thinking back carefully, it became clear.

It must have been because of that bike ride and that song—"New Boy."

At that moment, Tang Song had left an incredibly deep impression on her. His eyes held a vivid vitality—clear and charming.

And his singing style bore strong traces of Su Yu.

If you replaced his male voice with a female one, it would be half a Su Yu.

Su Yu was incredibly important to her—almost like an emotional and spiritual pillar.

The combination of these factors made her heart tremble because of Tang Song.

That bike ride had even left marks on her underwear.

And before that, it was in Lingling’s rental apartment—when he arrived unexpectedly and found her strumming the guitar, playing "You’re So Bad." That was when the real feelings had started.

But for her, these feelings were still shallow—so shallow that a gust of wind could smooth them away.

And her senior’s relationship with Tang Song was that gust of wind.

At this moment, with her senior confirming it personally, she finally put those feelings to rest.

She had always been lonely—both in personality and physically flawed. Even if she truly ended up with a guy, the future would only be a tragedy.

Just like Naoko from Norwegian Wood.

Having crossed that mental hurdle, Cheng Qiuqiu let out a soft breath and said in a relaxed tone, "Senior, actually, I already knew President Tang before joining—before starting this job."

"Huh?" Gao Mengting blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"I met him while working at Linggan Design—had interactions with him through work. I just didn’t know back then that he was your business partner. Later, with the White Knights Band, I had some minor conflicts with him because of Liu Wenning…"

Cheng Qiuqiu then briefly explained her chance encounters with Tang Song in Shanghai and their bike ride afterward.

Finally, she added, "Now… I guess we're friends."

"Ah, I see..." Gao Mengting took a moment to process everything before shaking her head in amusement.

A business partner and boyfriend on one side, and a junior housemate on the other.

They knew each other, and she had no idea.

For anyone else, it would be strange, but for Qiuqiu, it actually made sense.

Her personality was too cold. Even with her, she only occasionally opened up.

Gao Mengting smiled. "Actually, this works out. Before, I was worried about your feelings, so I never invited Tang Song over for dinner. Now, I don’t have to worry anymore."

"Thank you for being considerate, Senior." Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips. "I’ll head back to work now."

"Alright, bye-bye. Let's leave together after work."

"Bye-bye."

After gently closing the door, Cheng Qiuqiu exhaled deeply.

Now that she had spoken her mind, she could focus on work with a clear conscience. Otherwise, she would have felt like she was keeping something from her senior.

Turning a corner, she walked down the brightly lit corridor before abruptly stopping in her tracks.

Their eyes met.

Seeing Tang Song’s clear, black-and-white eyes, Cheng Qiuqiu’s heart skipped a beat.

But she quickly returned to normal, bowing slightly as she greeted, "President Tang."

"Good afternoon, QQ." Tang Song nodded lightly and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something. "Oh right, Lingling told you about the bike ride this weekend, right? Meet-up at 8 AM—don’t forget."

Cheng Qiuqiu pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "I might not be able to make it. I have something that day."

"Oh?" Tang Song raised an eyebrow. "Alright then, next time."

Cheng Qiuqiu nodded softly, bowed again, and turned to leave.

Watching her walk away, a hint of confusion flashed in Tang Song's eyes.

Yan Provincial Financial Center, Confluent Capital.

After replying to Tang Song's message and notifying the project leaders in the group chat, Lin Muxue looked down and began memorizing the message he had sent.

Her emotions were running high, and with her excellent memory, she quickly committed the contents to heart.

As the time approached, Lin Muxue stood up excitedly and adjusted the hem of her suit jacket.

Her high heels clicked crisply against the floor as she made her way forward, maintaining an elegant and composed posture.

She pushed open the conference room door.

"Swish—" Several pairs of eyes turned toward her.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Muxue stepped up to the projector screen, holding a laser pointer as a symbolic gesture.

Her makeup was flawless, and her hair was perfectly styled—she looked every bit the professional elite.

Glancing at the people seated below, Lin Muxue curled her toes inside her leather shoes, her legs trembling slightly with excitement.

Little Xue had worked so hard, and finally, she was seeing the moment she had dreamed of.

Standing as a true financial elite, participating in what looked like a high-level corporate acquisition.

At this moment, she really needed someone to take a picture or record a video—to capture this moment forever.

Clearing her throat lightly, Lin Muxue spoke with confidence, "Everyone, Chairman Tang has given clear instructions.

First, establish an accurate valuation model for Huashang Fashion."

Second, go through all the shareholders’ information again, especially those with smaller holdings. We need a detailed analysis of their backgrounds, financial status, and even family relations. The Investment Department will handle the outreach, while the Risk Control Department will conduct background checks.

Third, approach these shareholders separately under the names of Confluent Capital and Slover Trust. Remember, the acquisition offers should be differentiated, with price ranges controlled within a 10% to 20% premium. Move quickly, but do not alert them…

Additionally, examine potential equity dilution plans. Our goal is to reduce He Jingping's family’s holdings below 33%...

Low thunder rumbled across the sky as the storm lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the wind whipping sheets of rain against the glass with a delicate tapping sound.

The office lights appeared even colder and brighter. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel[f]ire.net

Meeting adjourned.

The staff at Confluent Capital quickly got to work.

Lin Muxue stood by the window, crossing her arms in a dramatic pose as she gazed down at the hazy city lights and the endless stream of traffic through the rain.

Muttering to herself in a self-important tone, she sneered, "The hunter is in position! He Zhihui and his son, you better sit tight and wait for my divine judgment!"

This morning, she had received a WeChat friend request from He Zhihui, accompanied by a vaguely flirtatious message.

Even though she was now a fake socialite, she still had her boundaries.

But at that time, she had been at rock bottom. Facing a second-gen rich kid like He Zhihui—who was also an event organizer—she could only deflect and evade.

It wasn’t just him. She had dealt with similar situations frequently.

Fortunately, Xu Ning had always been by her side, so she never really suffered.

That was also why she had painstakingly built her "rich, educated socialite" persona.

Thinking back on everything, a fierce flame ignited in Lin Muxue’s eyes.

That little Xue from the past? Long gone!

You, a pathetic second-gen brat, dare to hit on me?

Do you even know who I am now?!

I’m a powerhouse in the finance world! Wearing custom suits, carrying Hermès bags, sipping Blue Mountain coffee, and discussing capital operations!

If not for the almighty Su Yu towering over me, I’d have crushed you already!

Hahaha!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Come in!" Lin Muxue quickly composed herself and adjusted her expression.

"Luna!" Zhang Lili pushed open the office door and spoke softly, "Just got word from Stella—Jiang Yanbin, director of Meigou International Import & Export, is arriving in Yan City around 7 PM. He'll be checking in at Lanfeng International Hotel."

Lin Muxue’s eyes lit up, and her breathing quickened.

Old Jiang! You’re finally here!

For this Yan Province International Fashion Expo, I won’t just attend—I’ll be there as an organizer, a judge, and a leader!

Wen Qiuyue, you pretentious b***h, aren’t you a brand owner and designer? Let’s see how I humiliate your work!

Want to get into Meigou’s supply chain? Keep dreaming!

She glanced at her watch.

Lin Muxue spoke seriously, "President Jiang will be coming to the company next week to report to Chairman Tang. As his assistant, it’s my duty to receive him."

As Tang Song’s personal assistant—and someone responsible for handling affairs at Lanfeng International Hotel—it was only natural for her to be the one greeting Jiang Yanbin.

"Makes sense," Zhang Lili smiled and nodded. "Need me to accompany you?"

"I’d appreciate that, Kylie."

Even though Little Xue had improved a lot, she was still a half-baked finance professional.

Plus, Jiang Yanbin was from Hong Kong, and Zhang Lili had worked there for years.

Having her as backup would give Lin Muxue peace of mind.

After work, she quickly packed up, and the two of them took the elevator down to B2.

Before long, a matte gray Porsche 911 rolled out of the underground parking lot and merged into the congested city traffic.

Beicheng Garden Residential Complex.

The door creaked open as Shen Yuyan dragged her exhausted body inside.

"I'm back."

Calling out as she entered, she hung up her bag, swapped into slippers, and slumped lazily onto the sofa.

Grabbing a piece of fruit, she called again, "Big Dummy Qing! Where are you?"

"Thud, thud, thud—" Urgent footsteps sounded.

"Aahhh! How many times have I told you—don’t call me that!"

Xu Qing dashed in, tackling her best friend onto the sofa and launching an all-out assault.

After a long day, Shen Yuyan didn’t even have the energy to fight back—she could only whimper in defeat.

The two of them playfully wrestled for a while.

Shen Yuyan eyed Xu Qing’s outfit and said irritably, "Why are you dressed like this at home? Isn’t it uncomfortable?"

"Hmph! This is for defense!" Xu Qing huffed, swinging her fists in the air. "Tang Song is coming over soon, so I need to look fierce! Make sure he doesn’t try to bully me!"

o(>o#)

The "tactical girl" outfit she wore jingled as she moved.

Miss Xu Qing had her dignity, okay?!

She couldn’t just let Tang Song spank her every time, right?

If the cute sailor uniform failed to soften the Demon King Tang Song, then it was time for direct confrontation!

The inspiration had come from her dream—

In it, she had been wearing a tactical outfit and had beaten Tang Song to a pulp.

So, she borrowed a set from Xiaomei, planning to intimidate him.

This time, she’d make sure he wouldn’t dare mess with her.

"Tang Song is coming?" Shen Yuyan sat up abruptly.

Xu Qing nodded with a serious expression. "Yeah, he’ll be here around 7. But he’s coming with bad intentions—he wants to bully your bestie! Yanyan, if I can’t handle him, you have to back me up!"

Shen Yuyan’s eyes widened slightly. "Wait… you need my help for a fight?"

"Ah!" Xu Qing yelped, flustered. "What are you talking about?! I… I mean… if he tries to hit me..."

Shen Yuyan frowned, "Tang Song has violent tendencies? Don’t tell me all that yelling in your room before was because he hit you?"

"No way!" Xu Qing waved her hands frantically, her face turning red. "Ugh, forget it! Anyway, I can’t go out in this outfit, so you go downstairs to meet him."

"Alright."

"Great! I’ll head to my room first—haven’t finished putting on the cosplay."

With that, Xu Qing bounced away.

Shen Yuyan's eyes flickered.

She stood up, walked into her own room, and quickly changed out of her business attire into a sexy yet comfortable sports outfit.

Then she sat in front of the vanity, touched up her makeup slightly, and returned to the living room.

Checking the time, she pulled out her phone and dialed Tang Song.

"Hello? Yuyan." His clear voice came through the receiver.

Shen Yuyan pursed her lips slightly and said softly, "Hey, Tang Song, where are you?"

"About five minutes away from Beicheng Garden."

"Alright, Qingqing is changing. I’ll come down to get you."

"It’s drizzling outside. Just wait for me downstairs."

"Okay."

Hanging up, Shen Yuyan let out a long breath.

Stepping up to the full-length mirror, Shen Yuyan adjusted her hairstyle one last time before grabbing her keys and heading downstairs.

Arriving at the lobby, she stood in a corner, her gaze lost as she stared out through the glass windows into the night.

The dim streetlights cast a weak glow, forming hazy halos through the thin curtain of rain. Droplets fell steadily, weaving a rhythmic dance in the light.

She stood there, staring blankly for a long time.

Then, a tall figure suddenly entered her line of sight.

His steps were steady and composed, the umbrella tilted slightly—just enough to shield him from the fine drizzle, but also obscuring his face.

Tang Song…

Shen Yuyan quickly snapped back to her senses, took a deep breath, and shifted her gaze toward him.

As the distance between them closed, his slender fingers tightened slightly, tilting the umbrella upward—finally revealing a handsome face.

Deep, bright eyes reflected the interplay of light and rain, glowing with a cold yet irresistible charm.

Shen Yuyan’s pupils trembled, a rush of unexplainable excitement and awe rising in her chest.

At this moment, Tang Song exuded a presence that was beyond words—an overwhelming aura and pressure that made her slightly part her lips, her gaze momentarily dazed.

—

"Click—" The umbrella was folded.

Tang Song glanced up at the plaque that read "Building 4, Unit 1" and was just about to call Shen Yuyan.

"Beep—" The door to the unit gently pushed open.

Shen Yuyan stepped out and stood in front of him.

A high-neck crop top and tight athletic shorts perfectly accentuated her graceful curves. Her clean, fresh campus belle face looked even more stunning against the backdrop of the rainy night.

Seeing the radiant beauty standing before him, Tang Song’s lips curled into a slight smile. "Good evening, Yuyan."

"Good evening." Shen Yuyan lightly pursed her red lips, then stepped aside, extending her hand to gesture. "Come in, I’ll take you upstairs."

"Mm." Tang Song nodded and stepped through the entrance.

However, with the narrow doorway and Shen Yuyan standing there, physical contact was unavoidable.

A soft, bouncy sensation brushed against him—slightly trembling.

Shen Yuyan remained completely unfazed, maintaining her usual grace and composure.

—

Inside the elevator.

Tang Song couldn’t help but glance sideways at the campus belle’s C+ cup curves, inwardly admiring her figure.

Unlike Xu Qing, the lazy couch potato, Shen Yuyan obviously cared about maintaining her shape.

With near-perfect proportions, she exuded an effortless elegance and sexiness.

Just then, a light fragrance drifted over.

Shen Yuyan suddenly leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "Hey, Tang Song, guess what cosplay outfit Qingqing is wearing tonight? If you guess right, there’s a reward."

Tang Song, looking at the stunning face just inches from his, raised a brow. "What kind of reward?"

Shen Yuyan blinked mischievously. "If you guess correctly, the two of us will play along with you… in roleplay."

Their eyes met.

Breathing in the delicate scent of her perfume, staring at her fresh, radiant face, Tang Song’s eyes flickered.

"Sailor uniform."

Shen Yuyan covered her mouth with a soft laugh and playfully patted his arm. "Wrong. What a pity."

"Ding—" The elevator slowly stopped at the 12th floor.

"Go on, go on. See for yourself." She chuckled. "I think she looks hilarious in it, haha."

With that, Shen Yuyan grabbed his arm and pulled him along as they stepped out of the elevator.

Watching her back as she led the way, Tang Song felt another wave of restless energy surge through him.

With his current EQ and observational skills, he could easily pick up on Shen Yuyan’s little mind games.

But it was exactly this side of her that made her all the more enticing to him.

Back in university, Shen Yuyan had never been some naive little girl.

President of the Business School Student Union, the much-discussed "Campus Belle," socially adept, always the center of attention, participating in various shows and competitions—

She was far from simple.

—

"Click—" The door swung open, a warm glow spilling into the hallway.

Shen Yuyan naturally released Tang Song’s arm, smiling. "Come in."

Tang Song nodded and stepped inside.

Suddenly—

"Hmph! Hah! Hmph! Hah!"

A loud, dramatic voice rang out.

Tang Song froze for a second before turning his gaze toward the living room. His eye twitched.

"...What the hell are you doing? Weren’t you supposed to wear a sailor uniform?"

No wonder Shen Yuyan said if he guessed correctly, they’d both play along.

There was no way he could have guessed this.

Xu Qing seemed to have completely immersed herself in her new persona—striking a combat-ready pose with a cold, battle-hardened glare aimed at Tang Song.

"I’m not messing around—I’m flying planes!"

Damn you, Xiao Songzi! Let’s see if you still dare spank me now!

o(>o#)

Seeing Xu Qing’s arrogant little stance, Tang Song shook his head and walked straight toward her.

Xu Qing instinctively touched her own backside, then clenched her tiny fists.

Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

"Tap, tap—"

Tang Song stopped directly in front of her, staring at her in silence.

"Ah!" Xu Qing shuddered violently—then fell straight to the floor on her butt.

"Tactical Girl" Qingqing, defeated by a single look.