Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Immediately, he turned around and looked straight in their direction.

The evening breeze gently blew his hair, revealing a handsome face.

A prominent nose, clearly defined lips, with deep eyes shimmering in the light.

This was the most outstanding young man Li Meihua had ever seen in her life.

And seeing that Bentley, it’s clearly a sign of wealth or status.

Instinctively, she glanced at her daughter beside her, Qiuqiu still gazed down and was dazedly looking at her phone.

Li Meihua sighed internally, if only her daughter could find a boyfriend like this, then...

However, she knew it was nothing but wishful thinking.

The Mercedes-Benz business car slowly came to a stop.

The bodyguard got out, respectfully opening the car door for them.

Li Meihua tugged at her daughter who was still in a daze, and the two began to get out one after the other.

Then she saw, the leader among the four bodyguards, Wang Kui, pass in front of the car, almost running to that young man’s side.

He bowed respectfully.

His steady voice filled with awe, "Mr. Tang!"

"Mr. Tang!" The other three bodyguards followed suit, bowing and not straightening up.

Li Meihua stood in place, completely dumbfounded.

"Thank you for your hard work." The young man nodded gently.

Qiuqiu’s body suddenly trembled.

She abruptly raised her head, looking in the direction of the voice.

"Buzz—" She felt an uneasy haze in her mind.

He appeared before her so unexpectedly, traversing thousands of miles.

In this early winter dusk in Rong City, beneath the building that held many of her grey memories.

It felt unreal.

"Qiuqiu," Tang Song emerged through the dim light, standing before her, gazing at the weary-looking designer.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player, [Dream Flower Seed] the third flower has successfully bloomed!"

Then the camellia blooming above her head transformed into a star glimmer, merging into his body.

[Comprehension +1]

A sudden clarity washed over Tang Song’s mind.

However, without any [end of cultivation] prompt, it indicated that Qiuqiu still held untapped potential, her desire to give back was extremely strong.

Qiuqiu stared at him blankly, meeting his gaze, "Tang Song... why are you here?"

"Of course, I’m worried about you," his voice was filled with evident warmth and concern, "How are you? Are you okay?"

"I’m fine..." Qiuqiu mouthed the dry words, tears welling in her eyes.

At this moment, her inner sense of security peaked.

As if all the fear and unease vanished with his arrival.

Subsequently, Tang Song turned his gaze towards the middle-aged woman with a shocked expression.

Politely, he said, "Hello, Auntie, I’m Tang Song, Qiuqiu’s friend."

"Oh... oh... Hello..."

Li Meihua instinctively replied, her mind blank.

Tang Song?

Is he the ’President Tang’?

Is he her daughter’s... boss?

How could he be such a... impossibly handsome young man?!

The transformative realization and profound joy caused her body to slightly tremble.

Immediately, she stepped forward, her voice quivering with excitement:

"Oh my gosh, you’re the President Tang that Qiuqiu mentioned!"

"President Tang! Thank you so much! If it weren’t for you... we... my daughter and I truly wouldn’t know what to do!"

"Quick... come inside and sit..."

She enthusiastically pulled Tang Song, then grabbed her still-dazed daughter, leading them to the second floor.

They entered the small room.

It was a typical older apartment from the nineties, not very spacious, and with outdated decor.

But every corner of the room was meticulously clean, filled with the essence of life.

In a fluster, Li Meihua offered water, handed peanuts and sunflower seeds, exuding warmth.

And chatted briefly with Tang Song.

Suddenly, she slapped her thigh, feeling somewhat regretful, "I’m so forgetful! There’s not much in the fridge, no fresh food! Tang Song, wait here, I’ll go out now and get some fresh ingredients. Tonight, I’ll personally cook you some authentic home-style Chuan dishes!"

Tang Song immediately stood up, "Auntie, there’s no need to go to so much trouble, we can just eat out. You just got discharged and need to rest well."

"No way!" Li Meihua’s cheeks flushed with excitement, "It’s a rare visit to our home, and you helped us so much, how can I let you eat outside! I used to run a snack shop, my cooking skills aren’t inferior to those fancy restaurants!"

Seeing Tang Song’s hesitation, she instructed her daughter, "Qiuqiu! Entertain Tang Song, chat with him!"

With the words, she grabbed a bag and hurriedly pushed the door open.

The room quickly fell silent.

Tang Song’s gaze shifted to a green wooden door on the right, ajar.

Looking into the room.

Their first segment of the [Dream] must have been in that room.

An oddly familiar sensation surged up instantly.

The layout of the room remained unchanged, but its furnishings had been replaced.

The old wooden window that used to creak in the night wind had been replaced with a new aluminum window; the desk with the broken drawers was exchanged for a stylish IKEA desk.

The walls were covered with many Su Yu posters.

Tang Song vividly recalled, in the dream world, the girl curled up on the bed, trembling in fear, was Qiuqiu.

At thirteen, she had suddenly moved from rural Chuan Province to the bustling unfamiliar metropolis of Rong City, losing all her former friends.