Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets

Chapter 754: Jingjing, Lele, Pangpang

Yancheng, North City Garden residential complex.

11:30 AM.

The winter sun lazily streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pooling on the living room floor.

However, the atmosphere inside the house was anything but lazy, instead permeated with a tense sense of confrontation.

"Inhale... good, hold still!"

Qian Lele crouched beside the electronic scale, her expression as serious as if she were conducting a scientific experiment.

She stared at the fluctuating numbers on the screen until they finally stabilized.

"60.3 kilograms!" Qian Lele straightened up, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Professor Jiang, congratulations! You're 0.4 kilograms lighter than yesterday! At this rate, you'll definitely meet the weight loss target for this phase!"

"Huuuu—"

Jiang Yourong, standing on the scale, let out a long sigh, her entire body going limp like a puddle of mud.She was wearing a tight-fitting, quick-dry yoga outfit. Fine beads of sweat still dotted her forehead from the high-intensity cardio workout she had just finished, her face flushed like a rosy sunset.

The sweat-dampened clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her full, well-proportioned curves.

Compared to a week ago, there was a visible change in her now.

Her abdomen had flattened considerably, and the previously somewhat soft lines of her arms had become more toned.

Even her jawline had become clearer and more defined, making her already dignified features appear more three-dimensional.

"Finally... it's finally over..." Jiang Yourong groaned, about to collapse onto the sofa without a shred of dignity.

"Professor Jiang, you can't sit down immediately. You need to walk around first, relax your muscles, otherwise your legs will get thick," Qian Lele immediately reminded her.

Jiang Yourong rolled her eyes helplessly, dragging her heavy feet as she circled the living room like a wandering ghost.

As she walked, her gaze involuntarily drifted toward the kitchen.

She swallowed hard and tentatively asked, "Um, Lele. Since today's weight loss results are so good, you could say we've overachieved. Could we... have a little reward for lunch? Even just one slice of whole wheat sandwich bread?"

Qian Lele shook her head without hesitation, mercilessly refusing. "No! The schedule Brother Tang Song left clearly states today's lunch is chicken breast salad and half a sweet potato. Carbs must be strictly controlled."

"But... Jiayi has been gone for days now!" Jiang Yourong gritted her teeth, trying to bargain. "Tang Song is far away overseas, out of reach and out of mind. Can't we be a little flexible? I'll do ten extra minutes of exercise this afternoon!"

She was desperately craving sweets.

She wanted to devour the entire kitchen refrigerator.

Qian Lele didn't speak.

She just silently turned around, her gaze falling on a black object hanging next to the living room TV wall.

It was a pitch-black, gleaming disciplinary ruler that looked very sturdy and flexible.

It was the "Imperial Sword" that the terrifying "female agent" Liu Jiayi had specifically left behind before departing.

Jiang Yourong's body instantly stiffened with a conditioned reflex, her face flushing bright red.

The fear of being dominated by Liu Jiayi instantly flooded her mind.

Because she had slacked off, she had not only been made to stand as punishment but had actually been pressed down on the sofa and spanked.

She had even cried.

That was the most humiliating memory of her life as a university professor!

Qian Lele's gaze involuntarily lingered on her teacher's plump, fleshy rear for a second.

Ahem... that scene had indeed been quite shocking.

Who would have thought that the always dignified, intellectual Professor Jiang, who spoke eloquently on the podium, also had that side to her.

"You little... Qian Lele!" Jiang Yourong, furious and embarrassed, pointed at her beloved student. "Your teacher is usually so good to you, and you've learned to use a chicken feather as an arrow of command!"

"I'm doing this for your own good..." Qian Lele mumbled softly.

Just as the teacher and student were locked in a stalemate.

"Ding-dong— Ding-dong—"

A crisp doorbell suddenly rang.

"Who is it?"

Qian Lele trotted to the entrance and looked at the smart doorbell display screen.

On the screen was a sweet, pretty face with smiling, crescent-shaped eyes.

"Oh! It's Sister Xiao Jing!"

She quickly pulled the door open.

"Hello, Lele! Good afternoon!"

Outside the door, Xiao Jing was wearing a cute-style white fluffy jacket, looking soft and harmless.

She tilted her head slightly, holding two heavy-looking, beautifully decorated paper bags in her hands, and said with a smile,

"I came to see you and Professor Jiang. You haven't been at school lately, so I had to come here. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"

As she spoke, her gaze passed over Qian Lele's shoulder and into the living room.

She immediately spotted Jiang Yourong, wearing tight yoga clothes, her figure full.

Xiao Jing's eyes instantly lit up.

Unlike her own mentor.

Professor Jiang before her was the kind of plump, full-figured type.

Small-boned, with no obvious muscle definition on her body, just soft, pillowy flesh.

Even though she had slimmed down a bit now, she was still soft and yielding.

Whereas Annie was the standard American hottie—tall, voluptuous, with an hourglass figure, and crucially, defined abs. That was a beauty filled with strength.

This, Xiao Jing had personally verified last night by touching them, and the feel was excellent.

"Please come in, Sister Xiao Jing!" Qian Lele hurriedly fetched a pair of slippers.

Jiang Yourong also reacted by then. Though somewhat embarrassed by her disheveled state, she warmly welcomed her. "Welcome, Xiao Jing. Come on in."

"Hello, Professor Jiang."

Xiao Jing changed her shoes and walked into the living room, placing the heavy bags in her hands on the coffee table.

"You shouldn't have brought anything, coming all this way," Jiang Yourong said politely, but her eyes couldn't help drifting toward the bags.

Xiao Jing smiled and opened a bag. "Just some snacks. Oh, here's a box of Lady M's durian mille-feuille, and some baked cheesecake..."

"Durian mille-feuille!"

Jiang Yourong's eyes instantly widened, her throat bobbing violently.

Almost instinctively, she reached out to take it.

However—

*Slap!*

A hand was faster than hers, directly pressing down on the cake box.

Qian Lele blocked the way. "No! Professor Jiang, we're still in the special training period!"

"Lele..." Jiang Yourong looked longingly at the cake under her hand, almost drooling with desire.

Xiao Jing watched this scene with some confusion. "What's going on...?"

Qian Lele explained. "This is what Brother specifically instructed before he left. He said Professor Jiang's body is a bit... well... more prosperous. Since she's about to take up an executive position at a company, for the sake of image and health, she must lose weight."

"Taking up a position at a company?" Xiao Jing caught the key phrase and asked curiously, "Where?"

"[Xuanji Optical World]," Qian Lele said offhandedly. "Before pursuing her doctorate, Professor Jiang worked at [Smile Investment] for a few years. Back then, she was Director Jin's assistant in the tech field. So she got this opportunity. It's very precious."

*Buzz—!*

Xiao Jing's pupils abruptly contracted, her brain starting to work at high speed.

[Xuanji Optical World]... Tang Song is the new CEO...

Professor Jiang... Director Jin's former assistant...

Indeed! There really are hidden storylines to dig up here!

This is a new side quest!

This plump female professor... is she finally going to be targeted by Lord Tang Song too?! Plus his sworn younger sister Lele...

So exciting!

Last night, in Annie's room, she had heard many stories about Tang Song's past.

Lurking behind the scenes, controlling the world's economic lifelines, gathering top talents from various fields under his wing...

This had elevated her admiration for Tang Song to a fanatical level.

In her eyes, Tang Song was an omnipotent existence akin to a deity.

Since Lord Tang Song had chosen Jiang Yourong, there must be profound meaning behind it.

As his "most obedient little puppy" under his command, she naturally had to help him protect all of this.

"Since it's Tang Song's requirement, it must be strictly enforced!" Xiao Jing's expression turned serious in an instant, switching sides as she nodded solemnly.

"You... you all..."

Jiang Yourong gritted her teeth, completely deflated, watching helplessly as Lele locked away a pile of delicious snacks in the cabinet.

Then, Lele took out that schedule again.

"Professor Jiang, you chat with Sister Xiao Jing here. I'll go prepare lunch."

Xiao Jing leaned over, glanced at the contents of the schedule, her eyes flashing.

She suddenly stepped forward, bowed deeply to the flustered Qian Lele and the bewildered Jiang Yourong.

"I'm very sorry. This is my fault. I didn't know the situation and brought so many contraband items, almost causing Professor Jiang to make a mistake."

"To express my apology... and to show my determination to learn from Professor Jiang..."

Xiao Jing lifted her head, a secretive and expectant expression appearing on her sweet, pretty face. "Today, I am willing to undergo the abuse... ahem, the special training together with Professor Jiang!"

"Lele! Please treat me as strictly as you treat Professor Jiang!"

"If I slack off too, or if my movements aren't standard... please, by all means, don't hold back in punishing me! I beg of you!"

Qian Lele: "???"

Jiang Yourong: "???"

However, their astonishment had only just begun.

For the rest of the day, this wealthy, beautiful young woman actually did as she said, following Jiang Yourong's side and starting the special training.

Eating the same plain boiled chicken breast and vegetable salad.

Even taking an afternoon nap in the same bed as Jiang Yourong.

During exercise, she was even more dedicated than Jiang Yourong.

What was even more outrageous was that whenever she accidentally made a wrong move or slacked off, she would immediately stop, looking guilty and proactively requesting punishment.

It left Jiang Yourong utterly dumbfounded.

......

Night fell.

Winter in Yancheng was especially cold, but the house was warm and cozy.

After finishing an extremely low-carb dinner, the three of them sat on the sofa to rest.

Xiao Jing, like a clingy cat, hugged the shy Lele, watching a TV drama with great interest.

Jiang Yourong sat to the side, somewhat distracted.

She kept stealing glances at Xiao Jing, who was "sticking close" to Lele, feeling that something was off.

Just then.

*Ring-ring-ring—*

A rapid cell phone ringtone shattered the strange yet harmonious atmosphere in the living room.

Jiang Yourong glanced at her phone.

She nearly jumped off the sofa.

[Director Jin]

She immediately grabbed the phone, her expression instantly turning serious and tense.

It was currently a little past 7 PM Yancheng time, corresponding to a little past 6 AM in New York.

Early morning on the day of the shareholders' meeting.

At this critical juncture, Director Jin was actually calling her personally?

This was absolutely a sky-is-falling level of emergency!

Jiang Yourong answered the call while quickly walking toward the master bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Hello? Director Jin, it's me, Jiang Yourong."

Secretary Jin's voice came through the receiver, cool and steady. "Assistant Jiang, I hope I'm not disturbing you."

"N-no, not at all. Please go ahead."

"There's an urgent work arrangement," Secretary Jin said calmly. "This Thursday, you need to go to Quancheng. The senior inspection team from [Tang Yi Precision] and [Xuanji Optical World] is going there to research the supply chain. As President Tang's 'technical assistant,' you need to be present for this occasion."

Jiang Yourong breathed a sigh of relief. So it was a business trip. "Okay, no problem. I'll contact the company immediately."

Secretary Jin paused, then continued. "By the way, the person leading this inspection trip is Ms. Ouyang. Once you're there, follow her pace and report any situations to me promptly."

Jiang Yourong's heart gave a violent jump, her fingers gripping the phone tightening instantly.

What?!

Ouyang Xianyue personally leading the team to inspect the Quancheng supply chain?

Given that lady's status, something of this level didn't require her personal involvement.

Unless she had other motives.

And Director Jin specifically calling to have her "follow the pace"...

This wasn't a business trip;

this was clearly sending her to be a monitor!

Before she could fully digest this information, Director Jin's voice came through again:

"One more thing. Your good friend Xie Shuyu, because her hometown is Quancheng, has also been invited by Ms. Ouyang to accompany the trip."

"You're old classmates. Chat more when the time comes. I think you know what to do, right? Assistant Jiang."

"I..." Jiang Yourong's throat felt dry. "I understand, Director Jin."

"Good. That's all then."

*Beep—*

The call ended.

Jiang Yourong held her phone, frozen in place, feeling chills run down her back.

As someone who had once been in the inner circle of [Smile Investment], she understood Jin Meixiao's style better than anyone.

What seemed like casual arrangements often concealed carefully calculated steps.

The outside world spread rumors about her close relationship with Ms. Ouyang, but she knew very well they were two completely different types of people.

They often differed in business logic and development strategies.

Now, Ms. Ouyang suddenly went to inspect Quancheng, even bringing Shuyu along...

Director Jin then immediately sent her, an "old subordinate," to stick a foot in.

This was clearly a fight between deities!

She had a strong premonition that something big was probably about to happen between Director Jin and Ms. Ouyang.

In other words, Director Jin suddenly contacting her, offering her favorable treatment, even letting her enter Xuanji Optical World with the title of [Director of the University Cooperation and Technology Transfer Office]...

It wasn't just for Tang Song.

It was also to deal with Ms. Ouyang.

Jiang Yourong looked at the pitch-black night outside the window, her mouth filled with bitterness.

What qualifications did she have to get dragged into a struggle of this level?

If she didn't handle this well, she might really end up dying on the job!

Just as she was sighing deeply.

*Knock, knock, knock—*

A series of extremely soft knocks sounded on the door.

The door was pushed open a crack, and Xiao Jing's sweet little face peeked in, her big eyes darting around like a thieving little hamster.

"Professor Jiang? Are you done?"

Jiang Yourong hurriedly put away her phone and wiped the cold sweat from her brow. "What is it, Xiao Jing?"

Xiao Jing slipped inside, closing the door firmly behind her.

She quickly walked up to Jiang Yourong and pulled out a small parcel wrapped tightly in aluminum foil from behind her back.

As the foil was peeled open, an intense, domineering aroma of durian and cream instantly drilled into her nostrils, shooting straight to the top of her head.

"Professor Jiang, I sent Lele downstairs to the convenience store to buy batteries. She won't be back for at least ten minutes. Quick, quick, quick! Before she returns, let's split this!"

Xiao Jing's eyes sparkled brightly, as if sharing top-secret gossip.

"This... this isn't good, is it?" Jiang Yourong swallowed a huge mouthful of saliva.

For her, who had just undergone immense psychological pressure and desperately needed dopamine comfort...

This was simply the devil's temptation.

Impossible to refuse.

"It's fine. We'll split it half and half, eat fast, destroy the evidence, and no one will ever know!" Xiao Jing blinked, looking innocent and chivalrous. "I'm craving it too. I'll make a mistake with you."

Looking at the layers of cream and fruit flesh, Jiang Yourong's mental defenses instantly crumbled.

To hell with Tang Song, Director Jin, and Ms. Ouyang!

Even if the sky falls, she has to eat her fill first!

"Then... just a little bite?"

"Mhmm, quick!"

The two women, like mice stealing lamp oil, hid in the bedroom, heads close together, taking bite after bite, devouring that piece of cake with the force of a whirlwind.

The smooth cream and sweet durian melted on her tongue. Jiang Yourong was so moved she almost cried, feeling like the fear brought by Director Jin's call had dissipated quite a bit.

This was life!

However, right at that moment.

Before the last bite was even swallowed, the bedroom doorknob suddenly turned.

*Click—*

The door opened.

Qian Lele stood at the doorway, looking at the two people inside who hadn't had time to wipe their mouths, and at that aluminum foil ball smeared with cream.

The air instantly froze.

Before Jiang Yourong could think of an excuse, before she could even wipe the cream from the corner of her mouth.

The sworn ally beside her, who had vowed solidarity just moments ago, suddenly stepped forward, holding that aluminum foil ball with both hands, raising it high above her head.

Her face was full of solemnity and remorse:

"Instructor Lele! I'm sorry! I confess! Just now, Professor Jiang and I couldn't resist the devil's temptation and secretly ate the high-calorie durian mille-feuille!"

Jiang Yourong was completely petrified, her mouth slightly agape, her face filled with disbelief.

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Holy crap?!

Just like that... betrayed?

What about sharing life and death? What about no one ever knowing?!

Young people have no martial virtue!

Qian Lele's face instantly hardened, looking formidable. "Professor Jiang! You... how could you do this?! Tomorrow is the last day!"

Before Jiang Yourong could speak, Xiao Jing stepped forward first, presenting the evidence with both hands, her expression incredibly sincere:

"Instructor Lele, we were wrong! We failed the test! Punish us however you must, please don't go easy on us!"

She turned to look at the petrified Jiang Yourong, her gaze firm.

"Professor Jiang, we have to accept punishment, right? Otherwise, we'd be letting down Brother Tang Song's trust."

"Wha... what?!" Jiang Yourong nearly fainted from anger, her face instantly flushing red. "No... no way! Absolutely not!"

According to the rules Tang Song had set, this kind of most serious violation—eating high-sugar, high-fat cake—resulted in a spanking.

"Professor Jiang, we must bravely face the consequences." Xiao Jing very smoothly lay down on the bed, even assuming the position. "Please let Instructor Lele discipline us! If this lesson isn't profound enough, I'll record a video to make a self-criticism to Brother Tang Song."

Hearing about recording a video for Tang Song to see.

Jiang Yourong's face instantly turned ashen.

And so, Jiang Pangpang, who had just been remotely intimidated by Director Jin, suffered another betrayal by the wealthy, beautiful young woman.

Forced to lie on the soft bed.

Side by side with Xiao Jing, receiving punishment from her own beloved student.

The shame was overwhelming.

Jiang Yourong felt life was meaningless.

She couldn't help but glance sideways at Xiao Jing beside her.

This wealthy, beautiful young woman's face was flushed crimson, her lips bitten.

Jiang Yourong's gaze instantly went blank.

She was, after all, a mature woman with rich life experience. Though she lacked practical experience, in terms of theoretical knowledge, she was considered a well-read "Water Element Archmage."

This kind of reaction... this kind of state...

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This Xiao Jing... could it be that she has some... special preferences?