Chapter 672: Entering the Game with One’s Own Life - Maxing Out Charisma, Inheriting Game Assets

CHAPTER 672: ENTERING THE GAME WITH ONE’S OWN LIFE

The thin winter afternoon sun gently enveloped the area outside the VIP channel of the airport.

A breeze stirred, tousling a few stray strands of hair at her temples.

"Long time no see, Xianyue."

Hearing this familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice, and feeling Tang Song's sincere and fervent embrace,

Ouyang Xianyue was momentarily stunned.

A violent wave surged within her calm, water-like eyes.

The Tang Song in her memory, when interacting with her, was mostly rational and restrained, even somewhat aloof.

He was very direct;

any matter, any conversation, went straight to the point, precise and efficient.

Just like a perfect, emotionless precision instrument.

Even though she had long known from Wen Ruan and others that his emotional patterns had undergone a massive change over the past year,

She never imagined it would be so... direct, so passionate.

But after just a moment, she relaxed, a faint smile that only she could understand curling at the corner of her lips.

She extended her arms, returning an equally sincere yet slightly teasing embrace.

She even patted his broad back gently, as if soothing a junior.

Secretary Chen Jing, watching this unbelievable scene beside them, maintained a calm expression on her face, but her heart was roiling with shock.

Having been by Ms. Ouyang's side for so many years, she had never seen her behave so intimately with any man, not even family members.

After a good while, Tang Song took a light breath and slowly released his arms.

Before meeting, his heart had actually been full of apprehension.

But after meeting, just one embrace and one "Long time no see."

The sense of strangeness created by time and space instantly vanished without a trace.

Replaced by a fullness of joy from reuniting after a long separation.

A brilliantly bright, heartfelt smile gradually appeared on Tang Song's face.

His clear, spirited eyes looked directly at her.

The Ouyang Xianyue before him, though no longer young, bore only the sedimentation of richness and charm from the traces of time on her.

Instead, the loss of collagen made her bone structure appear clearer, more three-dimensional, full of a sophisticated aura.

His smile was clean and handsome, so dazzling that Ouyang Xianyue opposite him instinctively averted her gaze for a moment.

Then, she let out a light laugh to cover up her momentary lapse, "You've lost weight, and become much more solid, even more handsome. It seems this past year... you've been doing really well. I'm happy for you." ṙΑŊȪВƐŝ

As she spoke, she reached out extremely naturally and used her fingertips to gently smooth out a wrinkle on the shoulder of his suit.

The entire movement was pleasing to the eye, carrying an undisguised closeness.

Her eyes held both perfectly measured respect for him and concern for a "junior."

Ouyang Xianyue's eyes slightly lifted at the corners as she tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on the distant tarmac.

Her tone carried a perfectly measured hint of self-mockery: "Is that so? It seems the return on those 'anti-aging' projects I've invested in over the past few years is quite decent."

A look of surprise flickered in Tang Song's eyes;

he actually saw a flash of shyness on this elegant noblewoman's face.

This was a first.

Was it because of the contrast of his current persona?

Ouyang Xianyue turned gently and personally opened the rear door of the black Audi A8L for Tang Song, gesturing, "Get in. It's not convenient to talk here. Your assistant should have already told you, I have a quiet courtyard over by Huanhua Creek, it's been prepared for you."

Seemingly sensing the awkwardness in the atmosphere between them,

The seat was soft and warm, carrying Ouyang's scent.

Secretary Chen quickly opened the door on the other side, and Ouyang Xianyue got in after him.

Tang Song looked at the composed Precision Queen beside him.

Given her status, she actually opened the door for him personally.

From this small detail, he could see that in their interactions, he had always been the dominant one.

This stirred some unusual feelings and satisfaction within him.

The Audi A8L started slowly, and the cabin was quiet.

Tang Song leaned slightly and spoke first, his tone concerned, "By the way, I haven't asked yet, how is the old gentleman's health?"

He hadn't forgotten his character interaction task [Visit and Comfort], whose core was to soothe the queen before him, who was enduring immense internal pressure.

Naturally, he needed to help relieve and offer concern.

Of course, with the existence of the [Gleam Spring Teapot], it should also be able to renew a thread of vitality for that meritorious Academician Ouyang.

He hadn't forgotten his character interaction task [Visit and Comfort], whose core was to soothe the queen before him, who was enduring immense internal pressure.

Naturally, he needed to help relieve and offer care.

"Don't worry too much. The old gentleman is a giant of his era, his willpower is stronger than anyone's. I believe he'll get better. It's you I'm more concerned about;

Tang Yi Precision, the Tangjin Family Office, plus your own family relations... it must be very tiring."

Hearing his words, Ouyang Xianyue's interlaced fingers tightened involuntarily.

"Mm, it's actually alright, I'm used to it."

The two chatted idly.

Tang Song's posture was very relaxed, a smile always lingering on his face, his gaze gentle as he watched her.

It was like listening to a long-unseen old friend, sharing and caring about each other's recent lives.

Ouyang Xianyue looked at his strikingly handsome profile, illuminated by the flowing light and shadows outside the window, her eyes slightly dazed.

Outside the window, the scenery grew increasingly serene.

Tang Song's posture was very relaxed, a smile constantly lingering on his face, his gaze gentle as he watched her.

[Jinli Villa].

Within the courtyard, every step offered a new view, with winding paths leading to secluded spots, full of a low-key yet profound top-tier aesthetic taste.

Tang Song's accommodation was arranged in the deepest, quietest part of the courtyard, the "Listening to Bamboo Pavilion."

His luggage had already been delivered there ahead of him.

After placing his briefcase in his bedroom, Tang Song was led by Ouyang Xianyue to an elegant tea room.

She took out a can of the highest quality Mengding Ganlu tea from a small rosewood cabinet.

Then, kneeling on a cushion beside the low table, she personally brewed it for him.

Spring water poured into the gaiwan, the tea leaves unfurling in the water.

A refined tea fragrance soon permeated through the quiet air.

Every movement of hers was fluid and graceful, full of the pleasing rhythm belonging to a daughter of an aristocratic family.

Tang Song's gaze remained fixed on her, carrying undisguised appreciation and scrutiny.

"Try it." She pushed the first cup of tea towards Tang Song, "This year's new tea, my aunt specifically had someone send it over."

Tang Song picked up the teacup and took a small sip, "The liquor is yellow-green and bright, the taste fresh, brisk, mellow, and rich. It truly is good tea."

The two naturally started talking about topics related to the "Way of Tea."

A refined tea fragrance soon permeated through the quiet air.

Such as her proficiency and love for calligraphy and the tea ceremony. Plus, after obtaining the [Gleam Spring Teapot] earlier, he had specifically crammed a lot of related knowledge.

Tang Song's gaze remained fixed on her, carrying undisguised appreciation and scrutiny.

"Try it." She pushed the first cup of tea towards Tang Song, "This year's new tea, my aunt specifically had someone send it over."

Ouyang Xianyue looked up, gazing at Tang Song through the steam rising from the tea.

She only felt her heart was unburdened, her mood joyful.

As the "player" who had single-handedly "guided" and cultivated Ouyang Xianyue in the game, Tang Song naturally knew many of her hidden details.

Such as her proficiency and love for calligraphy and the tea ceremony. Plus, after obtaining the [Gleam Spring Teapot] earlier, he had specifically crammed a lot of related knowledge.

At this moment, their conversation was harmonious and deep.

Over the years, her relationship with Tang Song had always been very special.

At the very beginning, she truly saw him as a junior. In her eyes, the 19-year-old Tang Song was frighteningly mature, but ultimately, he was a rough jewel needing her guidance and protection.

She only felt her heart was unburdened, her mood joyful.

Thus, that elder's care gradually turned into equal appreciation, and finally completely transformed into heartfelt admiration.

Towards him, she felt appreciation, admiration, and even deep dependence.

But because of the age gap and Tang Song's extremely reserved emotions, their interactions were restrained, calm.

Far less intimate and close than his relationship with Jin Meixiao.

And now, his changes made her delighted from the bottom of her heart.

She had very, very few true friends, and Tang Song was undoubtedly the most special and important one among them.

Thus, that elder's care gradually turned into equal appreciation, and finally completely transformed into wholehearted admiration.

After finishing their talk about tea, the topic naturally returned to the health condition of Ouyang Chengping.

But because of the age gap and Tang Song's extremely reserved emotions, their interactions were restrained, calm.

Ouyang Xianyue's eyes were downcast, her voice carrying weariness.

And now, his changes made her delighted from the bottom of her heart.

"Actually, besides decoctions, some professional acupressure massage and meridian dredging can also serve as good auxiliary conditioning methods. For example, pressing Zusanli (ST36) can strengthen the spleen and harmonize the stomach, while kneading Shenmen (HT7) can nourish the heart and calm the spirit..."

She began to yearn, began to anticipate, to engage in deeper emotional exchanges with him.

Ouyang Xianyue was surprised, "This is the first time I know you understand these things."

Tang Song smiled, "I do know a bit."

"...He's been drinking traditional Chinese medicine for warmth and nourishment recently. His spirits are actually quite good, it's just that his bodily functions have naturally declined to their limit. At this stage, there aren't really any specific effective medicines that can be used."

"Alright, I'll find a professional to try it later."

"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes strengthening the foundation and cultivating the vital energy." Tang Song's tone became gentler, "For elderly individuals, forcibly using medicine to attack the root of the illness is often inferior to following nature, using gentle methods to regulate qi and blood is more effective for prolonging life."

He said, as if casually, "Sister Xianyue, do you occasionally feel stiffness and soreness in your right shoulder and neck, sometimes even causing headaches?"

"Yes, it seems you're quite the 'miracle doctor'." As their contact increased, her tone also became lighter and more casual.

"This is due to long-term high-intensity work, combined with excessive worry, causing qi and blood to stagnate near the Jianjing (GB21) acupoint. If not conditioned in time, it could become troublesome later. If you don't mind, I can help you dredge it, it should provide relief quickly."

Earlier, during the embrace at the airport, he had touched Ouyang's body and had roughly judged some of her muscular conditions.

At 36, she was indeed no longer young.

Coupled with her preference for stillness over activity, her body naturally had quite a few issues.

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Xianyue was taken aback, a struggle and hesitation flashing in her eyes.

Tang Song immediately said, "If it's inconvenient, forget it. You can 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."

Earlier, during the embrace at the airport, he had contacted Ouyang's body and had roughly judged some of her muscular conditions.

Tang Song had her sit properly on a red sandalwood round chair with a soft cushion, while he stood behind her.

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

He began to slide them slowly, his fingertips kneading her stiff muscles through the fabric.

When his fingertips pressed down, he could clearly feel the plump softness of her muscles, yet they contained astonishing elasticity and resilience.

Tang Song's movements were neither rushed nor slow.

Waves of warm energy seemed to permeate through his fingertips.

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

Ouyang Xianyue pondered briefly, then finally nodded lightly, no longer making a fuss.

"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 moved past the collar of her clothes, landing on her exposed skin, which was warm, moist, and fine.

When his fingertips pressed down, he could clearly feel the plump softness of her muscles, yet they contained astonishing elasticity and toughness.

Making it impossible for her to maintain her composure any longer.

Waves of warm energy seemed to penetrate through his fingertips.

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

This was an extremely unfamiliar feeling of having her personal space invaded.

Ouyang Xianyue bit her lower lip tightly. Several times, she wanted to speak up and ask him to stop.

But the ingrained restraint and elegance in her bones prevented her from showing it.

After all, their relationship had always been one of mutual respect.

He was kindly helping her condition her body, and she was actually having shameful reactions.

Waves of strange sensations, mixed with soreness and distension, surged over her.

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

Ouyang Xianyue's lips began to part slightly uncontrollably, her exhalations like orchid fragrance.

Just then.

"Ding ling ling—"

Ouyang Xianyue bit her lower lip tightly. Several times, she wanted to speak up and ask him to stop.

But the ingrained reserve and elegance in her bones prevented her from showing it.

[Luo Bin]

He was kindly helping her condition her body, and she was actually having shameful reactions.

This... this was simply improper!

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

Ouyang Xianyue's lips began to part slightly uncontrollably, her exhalations like orchid fragrance.

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 have just finished communicating with Miss Cheng's side and have fully clarified their demands. Next, our team will formally initiate a series of legal procedures against [Xuyuan Real Estate] and [Lion Security], including litigation, applications for asset freezing, and reports to regulatory authorities."

"Good, I understand. Thank you for your hard work."

A sharp phone ringtone rang out abruptly in the tea room.

"How does it feel now?"

"Much better." Ouyang Xianyue moved her shoulders, her voice already restored to calm, betraying no fluctuation, "Since you still have official business to attend to, I won't disturb you further."

Ouyang Xianyue suddenly jolted awake from her dazed state.

"Alright, see you tomorrow then."

"See you tomorrow."

She picked up the teapot, using the action of pouring tea for herself to conceal her unnatural expression.

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

Watching her straight-backed figure leave, Tang Song couldn't help but shake his head.

Heaven bear witness, his original intentions were indeed good.

To complete the character interaction task [Visit and Comfort], he definitely needed to soothe this queen enduring great internal pressure from all aspects.

Helping massage her shoulders could also be considered a most direct form of concern.

However, the effects of [Healing Hands Adjustment] were a bit beyond the norm.

"Much better." Ouyang Xianyue moved her shoulders, her voice already restored to calm, betraying no fluctuation, "Since you still have official business to attend to, I won't disturb you further."

Even a mature woman with a resilient disposition like Ouyang Xianyue couldn't quite withstand it.

Recalling the silky, delicate texture from moments ago, Tang Song's heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

It had to be said, Ouyang Xianyue was completely different from all the women he had contacted before.

Her charm wasn't like Secretary Jin's perfect, unattainable flower, nor Su Yu's ethereal, fairy-like cool elegance and dreamy enchantment, nor even Wen Ruan's innate, myriad charms and natural grace.

Her charm was a unique grace and nobility, cultivated through the sedimentation of time and the infiltration of top-tier power.

It was a kind of grace and elegance unique to those who had undergone the sedimentation of years and the infiltration of supreme authority.

Heaven bear witness, his original intentions were indeed good.

To complete the character interaction task [Visit and Comfort], he definitely needed to soothe this queen enduring great internal pressure from all aspects.

Helping massage her shoulders could also be considered a most direct form of concern.

After all, she had been married.

Especially that "special stimulation" effect attached for the opposite sex;

it was practically BUG-level.

His gaze turned towards the window.

Recalling the silky, delicate texture from moments ago, Tang Song's heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

It had to be said, Ouyang Xianyue was completely different from all the women he had contacted before.

Her charm wasn't like Secretary Jin's perfect, unattainable flower, nor Su Yu's ethereal, fairy-like cool elegance and dreamy enchantment, nor even Wen Ruan's innate, myriad charms and natural grace.

Her charm was a unique grace and elegance, cultivated through the sedimentation of time and the infiltration of top-tier power.

It was a kind of grace and elegance unique to those who had undergone the sedimentation of years and the infiltration of supreme authority.

Her charm was restrained, controlled, yet mellow and captivating.

......

However, facing this noblewoman of prestigious background, who could in a sense be called an "elder," he still instinctively maintained rational restraint.

"Ms. Ouyang, Ms. Ouyang." Secretary Chen Jing's calls came from the passenger seat.

Tang Song immediately reined in his thoughts, picked up a cup of warm tea, and drank it in one go.

Chen Jing handed her the phone, whispering, "It's President Mo from Tang Entertainment on the line."

Ouyang Xianyue took the phone, speaking softly, "Hello, Xiangwan."

"Ms. Ouyang, good afternoon." Mo Xiangwan's probing voice came from the other end, "You've met with Tang Song, right?"

And by the way properly soothe her, help her remove some psychological locks.

"Then... regarding the matter of the pan-entertainment industry fund at the Tangjin Family Office, and the positioning of our Tang Entertainment within the family office system in the future... what is his view?"

Mo Xiangwan inquired tactfully.

A look of embarrassment instantly flashed across Ouyang Xianyue's face.

She only then belatedly remembered that aside from visiting her grandfather, the most important "official business" for her urgent return to Rongcheng was to use this meeting with Tang Song to sound out his true attitude towards the internal power struggles within the family office.

But starting from that sudden embrace at the airport, her entire rhythm had been thrown into disarray.

Just now in the tea room, she had still been thinking she could use the opportunity of tea tasting to casually probe his real views on Jin Meixiao and the overseas capital.

But then it was completely disrupted by his unexpected "TCM theories" and massage.

Recalling her nearly out-of-control reaction during the massage just now, her cheeks burned uncontrollably.

Ouyang Xianyue, who had been lost in thought, quickly snapped back to reality, "What is it?"

"That's good." Mo Xiangwan didn't press further, instead talking to her about Su Yu's upcoming "full network giveaway" activity.

Ouyang Xianyue instantly understood her meaning and couldn't help but sigh.

"Ms. Ouyang, good afternoon." Mo Xiangwan's probing voice came from the other end, "You've met with Tang Song, right?"

She cared about Tang Song too much, to the point of being somewhat crazy.

Over the past few years, the most fundamental reason why Ouyang Xianyue had tirelessly soothed her was actually the fear that this female star, in a moment of emotional loss of control, would recklessly publicize her relationship with Tang Song.

Mo Xiangwan inquired tactfully.

By then, Jin Meixiao would definitely completely lose control.

Ouyang Xianyue dared not think too deeply about it.

Just now in the tea room, she had still been thinking she could use the opportunity of tea tasting to casually probe his real views on Jin Meixiao and the overseas capital.

But then it was completely disrupted by his unexpected "TCM theories" and massage.

Recalling her nearly out-of-control reaction during the massage just now, her cheeks burned uncontrollably.

She forcibly suppressed the strangeness in her heart, saying softly, "I haven't seen Tang Song for over a year. His changes are indeed significant. So, I haven't brought these matters up yet. There's no hurry, I have my own pace."

"That's good." Mo Xiangwan didn't press further, instead talking to her about Su Yu's upcoming "full network giveaway" activity.

After a long time.

She turned and walked into the study on the west side, which belonged solely to her.

She cared about Tang Song too much, to the point of being somewhat crazy.

If it reached that point, Tang Song would be completely exposed under the media spotlight, all his secrets laid bare.

By then, Jin Meixiao would definitely completely lose control.

Ouyang Xianyue's heart skipped a beat.

Pursing her red lips, she gently placed the brush back into the brush washer.

She looked at the two names on the paper that seemed to have taken on a life of their own.

An extremely tempting thought suddenly emerged:

If I use myself as a piece in the game, could I restrain the loss of control of Jin Meixiao and Su Yu?