Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

A soft "pop" sounded, magnified endlessly in the silent corridor.

Ouyang Xianyue’s pupils trembled; a trace of panic flashed across her previously composed face.

Tang Song let out a light laugh. "Thank you for the reminder."

He pushed open the door of the café behind him and stepped inside.

Warm light swallowed up his back in an instant.

Ouyang Xianyue stood quietly outside the door, her gaze fixed on the door that was slowly closing.

She gently closed her eyes.

...

Yan City, inside a luxurious penthouse apartment.

「♪BGM: At my ears, a soft echo of distant longing... A flower blooming alone in the night, carrying all the words of love you never spoke...」

Soft notes flowed slowly through the air.

Su Yu sat cross‑legged on the plush wool carpet, cradling a vintage wooden guitar in her arms. Her fingers lightly brushed the strings, her voice clear yet threaded with a faint, elusive loneliness.

Outside the floor‑to‑ceiling windows, the Yan City nightscape shimmered like a sea of stars.

Light poured down from the ceiling, sketching out her exquisite profile.

Her lashes cast a shallow shadow beneath her eyes; her fair skin glowed with a delicate sheen, like drifting clouds.

She wore a soft white knit sweater, her smooth long hair spilling over her shoulders.

Silent and dreamlike, she seemed like a Phantom that did not belong to this mortal night.

"Ding‑dong—" WhatsApp’s notification sound chimed.

[Pikachu: "I probably won’t be able to get back to Yan City until next weekend. Something came up at home."]

Su Yu tapped lightly on the screen and replied, "It’s fine, I won’t be heading over until mid‑month. Is what’s happening at home serious?"

[Pikachu: "It’s not serious."]

Putting down her phone, Su Yu’s lips curved.

Of course she knew exactly what had happened in Cheng Qiuyu’s family.

She valued this "die‑hard fan" of hers very much now.

Mainly because Tang Song’s feelings for this Cheng Qiuyu were very obviously not ordinary.

She was curious too—she wanted to see for herself what kind of person this girl who somewhat resembled her was.

And why Tang Song would like her.

Of course, her emotions were still relatively steady at the moment; she didn’t genuinely plan to go "knock some sense" into the other girl yet.

The real "knocking" would have to wait until Christmas.

By then, she would have this girl go to Paris with her.

Tang Song had already joined her "birthday lottery" event.

Since he’d made up his mind, he would never go back on his word.

Which meant that on December 25th, Christmas Day, they would meet again and spend together the birthday she’d been longing for these past five years.

Twenty‑two days left...

She could hardly wait; every night her dreams were filled with scenes that might unfold on that day.

She had even written three songs for it.

Each one hid an obsession and urgency she could never put into words.

The reason she chose to go to Yan City in mid‑month was, of course, because at that time Tang Song would be heading to New York to hold a shareholders’ meeting with that "Female Demon" Jin Meixiao.

So she would just swoop straight into Yan City and stir up a little trouble.

There was no way she would let that woman have things her way.

Besides this Cheng Qiuyu, there was also that self‑proclaimed "cyber online girlfriend" Yao Lingling—she would meet her in passing as well.

Who else? Xu Qing? Tian Jing?

Heh.

Before she officially returned to his side—

She had to make sure everyone knew of her existence, knew just how deep the bond between them really ran.

A wicked, coldly gorgeous smile slowly spread across Su Yu’s face.

So beautiful it was almost terrifying.

Just then, "knock knock knock—" the sound of knocking came at the door.

Mo Xiangwan, dressed in an intellectual autumn outfit, pushed the door open and walked in.

She went straight to the point. "Miss Ouyang just called. She said that about the Tang Jin Family Office, she’s already discussed it face‑to‑face with Tang Song. We don’t need to worry—she’ll handle everything."

Su Yu’s expression shifted slightly. "What about the plan targeting the Pan‑entertainment Fund?"

"We might have to put that on hold for now." Mo Xiangwan paused, her tone low yet calm. "Tangzong Entertainment is a listed company, after all. When you pull on one thread, the whole structure moves. Any major capital moves need compliance approval. Miss Ouyang’s view is that the timing isn’t ripe yet."

Su Yu’s brows tightened a fraction. Her fingertips tapped the strings, producing a dull, echoing note.

"So in other words, she hasn’t given a clear answer? Jin Meixiao will still be the fund’s manager?"

"...For the moment, yes."

The air fell still at once.

Su Yu lifted her head; her cool amber eyes looked as if they had been steeped in night.

"I can’t shake the feeling that something about this is off."

Mo Xiangwan frowned. "Off?"

"With Ouyang’s character, she either doesn’t do something at all, or she does it to the extreme. These past few days she’s been brushing us off, and now she’s leaving Rong City tomorrow. Yet in the end all she gives us is this ambiguous answer—that doesn’t fit her usual way of doing things."

Mo Xiangwan pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Ultimately this involves Tang Song. She might have her own concerns."

Su Yu lowered her head, lost in thought.

After a long while, she suddenly spoke under her breath. "Sister Xiangwan—"

"Mm?"

"Tell me, is it possible that Ouyang Xianyue has a little scheme of her own?"

"What sort of scheme?"

Su Yu enunciated each word. "For example—after meeting Tang Song, she might also want to become his wife."

The air froze for a moment.

"That’s impossible!" Mo Xiangwan instinctively retorted. "Given Miss Ouyang’s status, she wouldn’t. She’s already thirty‑six, and she’s had a marriage before..."

"Why would it be impossible?" Su Yu looked straight into her eyes. "Sister Xiangwan, you’re thirty‑five yourself. Let me ask you: if Tang Song wanted to marry you, would you have the courage to turn him down?"

Mo Xiangwan blurted out, "Of course I..."

Su Yu plucked a string.

"Clang—" The single note sliced off the words Mo Xiangwan had yet to say.

She lowered her gaze, her fingers gently rubbing the strings. "My instincts as a woman have never been wrong—especially when it comes to him."