Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Tang Song thought for a moment and said, "Wednesday or Thursday then, there’s still a lot of work to handle in Yan City."

The Double Eleven promotion is about to begin, concerning his [Growth Plan Task], he definitely needs to go back to handle it.

This time coming to Yang City, besides matters regarding Smart Chain Future’s financing, he also wanted to secretly see Zhang Yan and covertly pave the way for her.

It’s just that because of her letter, his plans changed.

However, before leaving, he would certainly make proper arrangements for Zhang Yan.

This junior high school desk mate was simply too fragile.

She was completely different from "Cinderella" Lele at Yan City Normal University.

Although Lele also had some self-esteem issues, she only showed self-doubt in feelings because she clearly understood the gap in reality.

But in real life, she was a very independent, stable at her core, positive, and forward-moving girl.

During college, she could set up her own stall and do various part-time jobs.

In comparison, Zhang Yan was truly fragile, inside and out.

Tang Song was really afraid of accidentally being too forceful and breaking her completely.

As for how to arrange things for Zhang Yan, this matter probably still needed the help of "Mature Lady" Wen Ruan.

Luckily, Star Cloud International Group was kind of a professional match too.

Of course, before that, he must first soothe the "Mature Lady."

After all, he was throwing yet another big responsibility onto her, and he himself was feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Hearing Tang Song’s answer, Zhang Yan remained silent for a long time.

She mustered all her strength to squeeze out a smile, "Tang Song, then... I wish you a smooth work journey, peace, and joy."

"Haha, thank you. By the way, it’s raining outside, I’ll take the car back, no need to see me off today."

Zhang Yan bit her lip, gently nodding her head.

They arrived at the door.

Tang Song crouched down to rub Orange, then stood up to look at Zhang Yan.

"Be careful on the road." Zhang Yan finally couldn’t help but lift her head to look into his eyes.

Those eyes were truly beautiful, clear and bright, seeming to reflect her embarrassing figure.

For the past two days, she had been deliberately trying not to think too much, letting herself be immersed in this sudden and unreal happiness and joy.

But the sudden bad news from her mother was like a basin of cold water, completely waking her up.

He was so outstanding, so remarkable, and he had a dazzling Liu Qingning by his side.

Some people, some worlds, were destined to be very, very far from her.

She should not harbor such unrealistic fantasies; this way, when he leaves, her heart will hurt less.

"Zhang Yan." Tang Song suddenly called out to her.

"Hmm."

"Hand, please."

Zhang Yan was momentarily stunned but instinctively stretched out her hand.

Tang Song took out an exquisite jewelry box from his pocket and gently placed it in her palm.

"A little gift for you, hope you like it."

Zhang Yan held the gift box, her gaze vacant.

Then, Tang Song stepped forward and embraced her gently and briefly.

"You can send me WeChat anytime in the future, Zhang Yan classmate."

Feeling the slightly trembling, thin body in his arms, Tang Song gently patted her back, then released her.

He picked up the umbrella by the door, waved his hand at her, and turned to leave.

Zhang Yan’s footsteps instinctively followed him out the door.

Standing in the hallway, she watched his figure slowly descend, disappearing.

It wasn’t until the sound of Orange barking that she woke as if from a dream.

Returning to the living room, she closed the door.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the exquisite gift box.

Inside was a pair of petite iris-shaped earrings, shimmering like brilliant stars under the light.

She gazed at the earrings, gradually losing focus.

Recalling everything that had happened over the past two days, from the dreamlike reunion, to dining together, painting the walls, reading comics...

Those long-suppressed feelings of helplessness, sadness, and gratitude finally fully erupted at this moment.

Her lips trembled as low, suppressed sobs echoed in the small living room.

Orange came over, rubbing her leg with its head, as if consoling her.

Zhang Yan squatted down, holding Orange tightly in her arms.

The sound of sobbing drifted out, wafting from the living room, across the freshly painted balcony, to the outside window.

Eventually shattered by the autumn night’s rain.

...

Presidential suite at Four Seasons Hotel.

The door was slowly pushed open, Tang Song changed into slippers and headed towards the brightly lit living room.

"Oh, our President Tang is finally back?" A languid, teasing Mature Lady’s voice floated over.

Looking up, he saw the Mature Lady sitting on the sofa.

She seemed to have just finished her evening workout, wearing a set of fitness clothes that outlined her powerful, voluptuous curves vividly.

A thin layer of sweat remained on her face, strands of hair at her temples damp by sweat, clinging to her fair cheeks.

Under the lights, she shimmered, looking even more lazily charming and full of allure.

Tang Song stepped up to her, concernedly asking, "When did you come back?"

Earlier, when he asked on WeChat, the Mature Lady did not tell him the specific time; clearly, she was a bit upset.

"Tsk, tsk." Wen Ruan’s captivating eyes appraised him with a hint of sarcasm, "Look at our President Tang with such a triumphant expression, seems like the weekend trip to Yang City has been quite successful!"

Tang Song embarrassingly smiled, "Not bad."

"Haha, I’m quite miserable, you know," Wen Ruan sighed, pretending to be wronged, "exhaustively helping someone to Shen City to ’soothe’ his pristine first love, yet having to endure secret and overt attempts by her to probe and ’knock’ me, making me feel like a little lover provocatively calling on the main palace and easily subdued by Her Majesty."