Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Chapter 332: Chapter 218 Enchanted Xue_2 Chapter 332: Chapter 218 Enchanted Xue_2 But the team building that followed completely disrupted the plan.

Now it’s just getting back on track.

“Thank you, I really like it,” Tang Song’s slender fingers opened the wallet, a photo of him still tucked in the card slot.

In the fine drizzle, he lowered his head, holding an umbrella in one hand and a bunch of blooming tulips in the other, with a dark suit jacket draped over his arm.

Behind him was that silver Mercedes-Benz S450L.

Looking at the photo, Wen Ruan’s breathing quickened a bit.

She reached out to close the wallet, pinched Tang Song’s cheek, “Eating, shopping, giving gifts, this counts as our first official date, right?”

Tang Song was slightly taken aback, it seemed like it was indeed.

Although he had known Wen Ruan for a long time, they had never really had a proper date.

“Thank you for the gift, Sister. I’ll also give you a gift after a while, and it will definitely surprise you.”

The villa in Shengyuan Good Place was very large, and since it was a second-hand purchase, it needed some tidying up before moving in.

And to properly furnish the gym, the home theater, and the bedroom.

These past few days, he had asked a lot from Hu Mingli and Zhang Ziqi, and even got photos of Wen Ruan’s past and current rooms.

Until a perfect villa that matched her heart’s desire appeared before her.

For Wen Ruan who had always longed for a house, it would certainly be a great shock and might make her feel more at ease.

Wen Ruan blinked, “Then I’ll look forward to it.”

After speaking, she grabbed the door handle of the BMW 330’s driver’s side, and the car lights flashed to unlock.

Wen Ruan elegantly got into the car, rolled down the window, and waved goodbye, “Bye, I have to work tomorrow, I need to hurry back and rest.”

Suddenly, Tang Song said, “Would it be okay not to go to work?”

“Pfft—” Wen Ruan laughed, leaning on the steering wheel.

After a moment, she looked at Tang Song, her eyes sparkling, “Stretch your hand over here.”

Tang Song obediently extended his hand into the car window.

Wen Ruan licked her lips and grabbed his hand.

Right after, Tang Song felt the wide embrace of his big sister and her unbeatable charm.

“Alright, I have to go,” Wen Ruan pulled his hand back, “Bye.”

“Bye.”

The car slowly started, merging into the main road.

Through the rearview mirror, one could see Tang Song standing by the side of the road, waving at her.

Wen Ruan bit her lip hard, even though it wasn’t raining, her vision was somewhat blurry.

First thing in the morning, she found out her period had started.

Then she thought of the team building on May 13th, thought of Tang Song walking through the rain, the suit jacket he put on her, the painkiller with his warmth, and the steaming heat patch.

Her emotions surged uncontrollably.

Then she ran to the house in Oasis Garden and took this gift she had prepared for a long time.

It was both to complete something she had always wanted to do, and because she truly missed him, wanted to see him, wanted to kiss him, wanted to hug him, wanted to date him.

“I might really not be able to escape,” Wen Ruan sighed, turned on the car’s music player.

The 16 Harman Kardon high-quality speakers burst out with vibrant music.

Emotions heightened, drowning out the night.

…

Shanghai.

Lights dazzling, neon flickering.

Tower after tower stood like brilliant pearls in the night sky.

Also reflected in the winding Huangpu River.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Lin Muxue, wrapped in a snowy white bathrobe, her wet hair hanging loose, tapped furiously on her phone screen.

In the “socialite group.”

[Xue: “Classic Dior chain bag, bought for 22,000 yuan last year at the Mixc Mall store in Hang City, now selling for 15,000. It’s well-preserved and carefully maintained, only with normal signs of use, comes with the original box and receipt.”]

[Xue: Photo1.jpg, Photo2.jpg…]

This was the third second-hand item she was selling.

Prior to that, there was a Chanel bag and a watch.

Fortunately, since she cherished them, they could be sold at good prices.

If these sold successfully, she could recoup 40,000 yuan.

To maintain her livelihood and dignity, she had no choice but to dispose of her treasured collections.

While somewhat reluctant, such is life.

Having received a bunch of high-end goods from Tang Song and the new Hermes in hand, these were not irreplaceable.

“Buzz-buzz-buzz—” The phone kept vibrating.

[“@Xue, isn’t this Miss Caro your favorite before? You’re selling this too?”]

[“Cut, she must be short on cash. More than ten thousand a night for Bvlgari, Xue, aren’t you going a bit overboard with your pretending? And that Hermes Birkin, I bet it’s fake!”]

[“The black and silver Birkin from the consignment store sells for 160,000, I don’t buy that Xue could afford it.”]

[“Yeah, posting on your friends’ circle and TikTok is fine, but we all know each other here, is there any need to pretend in this group?”]

[“Some people just pretend so much they start believing it themselves!”]

…

Looking at the group where a bunch of ghouls jumped out, Lin Muxue smirked disdainfully.

She typed a reply: “I’ll be staying at the Bvlgari in Shanghai for a few days, you’re welcome to come hang out with me.”

Then, she picked up her Hermes, placed the bag by the floor-to-ceiling window, took a video with her camera, and shared it in the group.

With the brilliant Bund as the backdrop, the delicate and noble Birkin 30 looked so flawlessly perfect.

Lin Muxue felt elated, gently rubbing her legs together.

At this moment, with Zhao Yaqian by her side, she was a bona fide white rich beauty.

Staying in top-tier suites, luxury cars at her beck and call, adorned in designer brands, and even attending private Hermes events and film festival openings.

Those green-eyed brats were merely a bunch of nobodies with a combat power of five, easy to squash with the back of her hand.