Charm point maxed out, inheriting game assets

Chapter 424: Chapter 251 Painting the Pie in the Sky by Wen Ruan_2 Chapter 424: Chapter 251 Painting the Pie in the Sky by Wen Ruan_2 —

He wouldn’t engage in trivial chit-chat with his father, focusing more on concern for his career.

Two months had passed since he started his business, the company was on the right track, and it was time to let his family accept the fact that he had become wealthy.

Upon hearing keywords like “monthly sales of millions,” “achieving profitability,” and “large-scale recruitment,” his father, Tang Zengxian, was clearly excited and talked much more than usual.

Although he had no clue about live streaming or women’s clothing, that didn’t stop him from sharing some life and work experience.

The father and son talked for over half an hour.

No sooner had Tang Song hung up the phone than he saw an unread message.

[Yao Lingling: “Senior, the outfit you asked me to make is ready, check if it meets your satisfaction.”]

[Yao Lingling: photo.jpg]

Tang Song opened the photo and a joyful expression appeared on his face.

A dark gray sports T-shirt, black sports shorts, and black sports underwear.

It looked almost exactly like what he had seen on the system interface.

Adding a pair of almost matching sports shoes.

Now he could bring into full play the effect of [Outfit – Unlimited Energy]!

His fitness career could reach a new level, and he could enhance his charm more rapidly!

With that thought, Tang Song quickly replied, “Thanks, Lingling, it’s perfect. I’ll come to get it from you now.”

“Buzz buzz buzz—”

[Yao Lingling: “No, no, no, today is Father’s Day, I’ve gone back to my own house. I’ll be in the Star Garden Community in the afternoon, why don’t you come by later and we can have a meal before you leave.”]

Tang Song: “Alright, let’s do that, I’ll come over after 5.”

[Yao Lingling: “Okay, oh, and senior, could you ride over on your ninja400? I practiced on a relative’s motorbike when I went home this time and I want to try riding yours.”]

Tang Song replied with a smile, “Of course, no problem, I can give you some guidance on the spot. Once you get the hang of it, you can get one too. I have a riding group here; we can go out together.”

After a few more exchanges, Tang Song exited the chat interface.

His mind inadvertently thought of Cheng Qiuyu, the motorbike-rider girl.

When they first met at Huayun Center, he felt she was both cool and awe-inspiring.

His junior had a good height and appearance, with the only shortcoming being a rather unimpressive front.

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Chang’an District, Oasis Garden Community.

A black BMW 330i slowly drove in, the barrier gate at the entrance of the underground garage automatically lifted, and the bright lens headlights lit up automatically.

“♪BGM: There’s always a winding river in a fairy tale town, touched by a whimsical magic, yet it twists and turns in love…”

Amid the soft and clear music, Wen Ruan parked the car in her spot.

The vehicle engine shut down.

Looking at the dazzling dashboard and ambient light, Wen Ruan patted the steering wheel with a satisfied smile on her face.

As a homeowner in the community, she had already registered the car’s license plate ahead of time.

As for that Lynk & Co 06, it was now gathering dust in Jinxiu New City.

It wasn’t that she was heartless, but the handling and sound system of this BMW 330i were too satisfying.

Especially driving it along Taiping River, it felt extraordinarily refreshing.

This also led to her rarely going out for bike rides lately.

Touching her abdomen, she was relieved her abs were still there.

After returning from her business trip to Imperial City, she had to exercise properly and catch up on what she had missed.

Getting out of the car, she picked up a gift bag from the trunk, locked the car, and took the elevator straight to the 17th floor.

Pausing outside door 1702, Wen Ruan grasped the doorknob and opened the door.

She said gently, “I’m back.”

Immediately, Qian Guixiang hurried out from the master bedroom with a surprised look, “Ruannuan, why did you come back all of a sudden?”

Then she glanced outside the door, somewhat disappointed, “Tang Song didn’t come with you?”

Wen Ruan frowned, “Mom, if you’re not welcoming me, I can leave right now.”

“No, no, no, it’s almost noon, what do you want to eat? I’ll cook it for you,” Qian Guixiang quickly grabbed her daughter’s arm and pushed her onto the sofa.

“Anything is fine,” Wen Ruan glanced around and asked, “Where’s dad? Isn’t he off work today?”

“He went out early in the morning, said there was something at the factory, and he hasn’t come back yet,” Qian Guixiang checked the time, “I’ll give him a call.”

After speaking, she “dashed” into the bedroom, grabbed her phone, and dialed.

The phone had hardly rung a few times.

The front door was suddenly opened again.

Immediately afterward, a weary-looking Wen Jianxin walked in and loudly said, “Stop calling, I’m back.”

Wen Ruan hurriedly stood up, handing over the gift bag with a smile, “Dad, happy Father’s Day, this is the present I bought for you.”

Wen Jianxin’s originally solemn and serious face instantly relaxed, each wrinkle seeming to be filled with joy.

“Thank you, my girl,” Wen Jianxin’s face was full of emotion and affection.

Their family had always been close, it was only because Wen Ruan had returned from Imperial City and kept refusing to find a partner that the family relationship had suddenly turned cold.

Qian Guixiang eyed the gift bag and laughed, “Oh, Wuliangye, now your dad is going to boast to his buddies at work again.”

Wen Ruan’s eyes curved happily, “Dad, what would you like to eat? I’ll cook it for you myself at lunch.”

“Ah, no need, your mom and I can take care of it, you rest up,” Wen Jianxin replied.

“It’s Father’s Day, Dad, you shouldn’t have to lift a finger,” Wen Ruan picked up a tea cup from the table, filled it with warm water, and handed it to him.

Looking at his considerate daughter, Wen Jianxin’s eyes became moist.

He could almost see the little girl who used to sit on his shoulder and say, “Daddy, you work hard.”

Sighing, he sat down on the sofa, looking at his wife and daughter.

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