Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

At 36, she truly was no longer young.

Coupled with her preference for quiet over activity, her body naturally had numerous issues.

Ouyang Xianyue paused at these words, a struggle and hesitation flashing in her gaze.

Tang Song immediately said, "If it’s inconvenient, then forget it. You can just find a professional female therapist later."

"No." Ouyang Xianyue interrupted him, "I just feel it’s inappropriate for you to do this kind of thing."

"There’s nothing inappropriate about it." Tang Song shook his head, looking into her eyes, "Between us, we shouldn’t need to worry about these things, right?"

Ouyang Xianyue pondered for a moment, and finally nodded lightly, no longer being pretentious.

Tang Song let her sit properly on a redwood circle chair covered with a soft cushion, while he moved behind her.

His fingers gently landed on her shoulders, wrapped in top-grade velvet fabric.

He began to slowly slide, the pads of his fingers kneading her stiff muscles through the material.

The first touch felt warm and firm.

As the pads of his fingers pressed down, he could clearly feel the unique softness and fullness of a mature woman, yet within it, there lay surprisingly elasticity and strength.

The tactile sensation was superb.

Tang Song’s movements were unhurried, with the pressure gradually increasing.

Each press landed precisely on the most achy points.

Each knead seemed to bring a warm airflow, permeating through his fingertips.

Ouyang Xianyue instinctively let out a barely audible low moan, instantly pressing her red lips tight.

Her body became tense, and her face, always restrained and magnificent, gradually took on a captivating blush.

"Don’t be nervous, relax." The warm breath brushed past her ear.

Ouyang Xianyue took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Soon, Tang Song’s fingers passed over the collar of her clothing, landing on her exposed skin, warm and delicate.

Strange waves of pleasure mixed with the soreness, like tides, crashing wave after wave against her taut nerves.

Making her unable to maintain composure.

She was not unfamiliar with top-notch therapeutic massages; to keep her skin and body in the best condition, she even had her own private SPA team.

But Tang Song’s massage... was completely different.

It was an extremely unfamiliar feeling of having one’s safe space invaded.

Ouyang Xianyue bit her lower lip tightly, several times wanting to say stop.

Yet the decorum and elegance rooted in her bones kept her from showing it.

After all, between them had always been mutual respect.

He was kindly helping her to heal her body, and she was feeling ashamed.

This... this was outrageous!

Gradually, that strange pleasure grew stronger, almost overwhelming her reason.

Ouyang Xianyue’s lips began to part involuntarily, her breath like orchids.

It was then.

"Ring — Ring —"

A sudden, urgent phone ringtone rang out sharply in the tea room.

Tang Song paused his movements, pulling out his cell phone from his pocket.

[Luo Bin]

Ouyang Xianyue was suddenly jolted awake from her trance.

"You carry on."

She threw out this sentence, almost immediately rising from the chair, quickly moving to the tea table.

Picking up the tea pot, she used the action of pouring tea for herself to disguise her unnatural expression.

Tang Song answered the call, his voice returning to its usual calm, "Hello, Luo Bin."

"President Tang, hello." Luo Bin’s familiar voice came through the receiver, "I’ve just finished communicating with Miss Cheng and clarified their demands completely. Next, our team will officially initiate a series of legal proceedings against Xuyuan Real Estate and Lion Security, including lawsuits, asset freeze applications, and reports to the regulatory authorities."

"Alright, I understand, thank you for your hard work."

Ending the call, Tang Song’s gaze returned to the majestic figure now turned away from him.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better." Ouyang Xianyue moved her shoulder, her voice having returned to calm, devoid of any fluctuations, "Since you have official business to attend to, I won’t disturb you further."

She seemed to remember something, adding, "Tomorrow at ten in the morning, I’ll come to pick you up, and we’ll visit grandpa together."

"Alright, see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

Ouyang Xianyue placed down the teacup, turned around, her face bearing an impeccable smile, she nodded slightly at him.

Then she turned, and with elegant steps, left the tea room.

Watching her upright back, Tang Song couldn’t help but shake his head.

God bless, his Tang Song’s original intention was indeed good.

In order to complete the role interaction task "Visit and Comfort," he certainly had to soothe this queen under immense inner pressure from many angles.

Helping out with a shoulder massage was indeed a direct form of care.

Yet, the effects of "Hand Control Yuan" were somewhat over the top.

Especially the "special stimulation" effect attached to interactions with the opposite sex; it was simply akin to a bug-level existence.

Even someone as resilient as the mature woman Ouyang Xianyue was somewhat overwhelmed.

Recalling the silky and delicate touch just moments ago, Tang Song’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

It must be said, Ouyang Xianyue was completely different from all the women he’d encountered before.

Her charm was not like Secretary Jin’s, nor like Su Yu’s, nor like Wen Ruan’s.

Her charm was a unique elegance and nobility, only achievable after being tempered by time and steeped in top-level power.

That was a unique elegance and nobility, only achievable after being tempered by time and steeped in top-level power.