Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

At this moment.

"Knock knock knock—"

The sound of knocking echoed again.

Su Wenxuan, dressed in a white coat, walked in, holding a document in his hand.

"Doctor Su, you’re here."

"Aunt Li, this is your final injury assessment report and discharge summary. The hospital office has already stamped it. Keep it safe."

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much, Doctor Su." Li Meihua quickly accepted it with both hands.

"No need to thank me, it’s my duty."

Su Wenxuan stood there, his gaze involuntarily glancing at Qiuqiu by the window, creating a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

He couldn’t help but recall the expression of disbelief on his classmate’s face upon encountering Luo Bin’s "star lawyer group," almost ready to kneel in shock.

That scene was simply unmatched.

Although a part of him was extremely curious about the mysterious "President Tang’s" background and his true relationship with Qiuqiu.

He was also self-aware, knowing they’re from different worlds.

He’s used to picking up and letting go.

Ultimately, the cold nature of this girl only stirred a fleeting attraction in him, partly because she was truly stunning.

Honestly, in terms of personality, she wasn’t quite suitable for a wife.

After exchanging a few brief words, Su Wenxuan made an excuse about rounds and turned to leave.

Watching his elegant and upright figure, Li Meihua felt an indescribable sense of regret.

In her eyes, this Doctor Su was truly a rare gem among men.

Whether it was his career, family background, or personality, there was nothing to criticize.

He was also very handsome, perfectly suited for her daughter.

She had no idea what kind of person the mysterious "President Tang" might be, but subconsciously, she felt such a powerful boss must be an aged, stern middle-aged man.

She wanted to ask, but was worried about being overheard by the security at the door.

...

They packed the few belongings they had, ready to leave.

The Shengtang Security team was incredibly efficient, with one effortlessly carrying all the items in hand.

Accompanied by four sturdy black-suited men, they walked toward the exit.

In the corridor, whether it was the typically hurried doctors and nurses or other patients’ families, upon seeing them, instinctively stepped aside, casting looks of awe and curiosity.

Outside the building, there was a solemn black Mercedes V-Class business vehicle quietly parked at the entrance.

The car door was opened by a bodyguard, and the mother and daughter somewhat apprehensively sat inside.

The car interior was spacious, luxuriously designed, so quiet that even breathing could be heard.

Li Meihua sat primly in the wide aviation seat, gently stroking the soft, delicate Nappa leather with her fingers.

Feeling this unprecedentedly special treatment reserved only for distinguished people, her emotions were stirred.

The two business vehicles drove for a while along the main road.

Gradually, they entered an old urban relocation community filled with a strong market atmosphere.

When the car arrived at the community entrance, the guard, who usually ignored her or occasionally gave trouble, almost immediately ran out of the security booth to personally raise the barrier.

The new and luxurious Mercedes business vehicle starkly contrasted with the surrounding mottled buildings and chaotic environment.

Cheng Qiuyu lowered her head, clutching her phone tightly, the screen displaying Tang Song’s chat window.

She typed and deleted, hesitating on what to send.

Soon, the car approached the familiar building number 7.

Li Meihua looked out the window at the old neighborhood residents gathered at the entrance of the mahjong parlor, pointing towards them.

Instinctively, she straightened her back.

Clumsily, she pressed the button for the electric window, watching the smooth glass silently slide downwards.

With her elbow casually resting on the window ledge, her face wore an exceptionally radiant smile, her voice clear and confident:

"Hey, Aunt Wang, Sister Liu, you’re all ’fighting to the finish’ here, huh? Wait until I’m done with these chores, I’ll join you for a few rounds!"

Her voice was not too loud or soft, enough for everyone to hear clearly.

Seeing their jaw-dropped, stunned expressions.

The overwhelming sense of vanity mixed with a vengeance-like pleasure instantly engulfed Li Meihua.

Having lived here for so many years as an "orphan and widow" from out of town, running a snack shop nearby.

She’d often been gossiped about, criticized behind her back.

Especially with the recent incidents of unfinished housing and injuries during rights defense, she could guess even with her eyes closed.

This group must have spread countless unpleasant remarks behind her back, waiting to see her fall.

Maybe they were just mocking her.

Now, Li Meihua returned with a luxury car, with bodyguards in tow.

She finally had her moment of triumph.

The feeling was so exhilarating, even easing her worries about her daughter.

She waved at the neighbors.

Li Meihua closed the car window again, gazing towards the familiar apartment door ahead.

Suddenly, her expression froze.

At the entrance, a young man was stepping out of a two-tone Bentley.

He wore a simple white shirt under a high-quality camel-gray suit.

Tall and upright, with broad shoulders and a slim waist.

The evening sunlight, slanting through the gaps in the buildings westward, cast a soft golden outline on him.

Even his profile emitted an aura impossible to ignore, both distinguished and serenely dignified.