Chapter 59: Chapter 58 Wen Ruan Chapter 59: Chapter 58 Wen Ruan “Ding-dong—” Tang Song’s phone vibrated.
Hu Mingli said with a smile, “I’ve sent you the photo on WeChat, take a look first and see if you like this style, we can discuss the others later.”
“Okay,” Tang Song nodded, picked up his phone, opened the WeChat ssage, and checked the photo.
In the photo was a girl wearing a light grey bodycon dress.
Her hair draped over her shoulders, and her features were mature and stunning.
Her chest was ample, her waist slim, her hips full, and her thighs were plump—a textbook example of an hourglass figure.
Overall, she looked voluptuous and full-bodied.
Tang Song took a sharp intake of breath, her looks were alright, but her figure was a bit exaggerated, like sothing out of a Korean comic.
Hu Mingli whispered, “What do you think, Tang Song, want to consider her? I’ll let you in on a secret: she has ab lines.”
“Click—” Tang Song cracked the car door open slightly, his eyes bright and spirited as he said, “Sister Mingli, should we take another picture? I think my posture just now was a bit silly.”
“Hehe, I think the one just now was very good, you looked exceptionally distinguished.” Hu Mingli scrolled through her phone’s photo gallery and said, “Let’s get this straight, I’m just introducing you two, I can’t guarantee anything, she’s quite particular.”
“It’s okay; I just want to make more friends and exchange so fitness knowledge with her.”
Hu Mingli said, unamused, “Yeah right, as if I don’t know what’s really on your mind. Let’s go, we’ll talk on the way, I still have to pull an all-nighter coding when I get back ho.”
“Vroom—” Tang Song started the car and set the navigation to Hu Mingli’s address.
“Sister Mingli, could you tell a bit about the lady?”
“Her na is Wen Ruan, she’s a forr colleague from my previous company, we were roommates for two years, so we’re quite close friends. She’s currently working as a marketing planner in a dia company, a graduate from a prestigious school, and has worked in Imperial City for a few years as well—both character and ability are unquestionable, and you’ve seen her figure and looks. The only issue is her age; she’s 29 this year and is being pressured by her parents to marry.”
Tang Song said softly, “29 isn’t too bad; it’s a very charming age for a woman.”
“Well, aren’t you skilled at playing it double! You just agreed with Brother Guo that I’m all washed up,” Hu Mingli glanced at him, then continued, “I’ll send her your picture and WeChat later, and you two can chat.”
“She’s pretty choosy because she doesn’t want to settle, so she’s been single all this ti.”
“Her interests are quite broad, she enjoys running, writing, road biking, music, traveling, and has a very straightforward personality—speaks her mind and is not the least bit petty. In all the ti we rood together, we barely ever argued; she’s always upfront about everything.”
The black BMW 330 drove out of the parking lot and rged into the flow of traffic on the street. Far off, the bright lights ford a golden thread.
In the quiet car, the two of them chatted sporadically.
In Tang Song’s mind, a clear image of “Wen Ruan” was gradually taking shape, and he was getting a rough idea of what kind of person she was.
After about fifteen minutes, the car reached its destination.
“Off you go, Tang Song. When you get ho, rember to check for a WeChat friend request. Bye,” Hu Mingli said as she exited the car.
“Bye.”
Then Hu Mingli suddenly turned back, her smile beaming, “Zhao Yue that girl, she’s probably still crying her eyes out. You’ve helped her so much, and she didn’t even co to your farewell dinner; kind of a letdown. Hehe, I’ll throw your photo into the girls’ group later, make her cry even more.”
With that, she laughed and left.
…
Back in his rented room.
He organized the miscellaneous items from his office and took a hot shower.
He checked his phone, but there were no friend notifications.
His beautician friend hadn’t replied to his movie invitation either.
Tang Song couldn’t help but recall what Zhao Yaqian had said last ti: “We’ll always be good friends, right?”
He wasn’t a fool and could hear the implicit ssage in her words.
From what Tang Song knew about her, Zhao Yaqian’s lack of response probably ant she didn’t want to lie with excuses but didn’t know how to reject him, so she simply didn’t reply, just like the last ti he asked her to go shopping.
He pursed his lips and didn’t keep asking.
He pulled “To Kill a Mockingbird” from the bookshelf and continued reading against the headboard.
More often than not, feelings are mutual. Being nice to soone requires one’s own asure; incessant please and giving don’t necessarily continue to close the gap between people.
Interpersonal relationships, especially between n and won, are still foreign territory to him, requiring constant learning and exploration.
This is also why he set “The Weakness of Human Nature” as the eighth book he planned to read next.
At 10 p.m., Tang Song put the book down.
Leaning against the headboard, he opened the Douyin APP to check out the performance of his video from this morning.
Then, what caught his eyes was the glaring 99 unread ssages.
Tang Song’s heart skipped a beat, and he hurried into the Personal Center.
Follower count: 525.
In one day, he gained 420 followers thanks to one video!
With the title “popular ” boosting him, he had earned a net profit of 42,000 yuan.
Truly terrifying!
He opened the video, 1074 likes, 321 comnts.
For a new account, without any promotion, these numbers were already quite impressive.
He scrolled through the comnts; most were complints on his handso hands, and many discussed the car’s interior.
Tang Song browsed the comnt section for a while, feeling refreshed. Indeed, his strategy of operating separately was correct!
“Buzz—” His phone vibrated.
A new friend notification popped up.
The nickna was “Wen Ruan,” and the profile picture was of a bicycle.
Tang Song quickly approved the request.
Entering the chat interface, he hesitated over what to say.
“Buzz buzz buzz—” His phone vibrated again.
[Wen Ruan: “I’ve accepted your friend request; now we can start chatting.”]
Tang Song’s eyebrows twitched.
Well done, you’re playing !
So how should I reply?
In the realm of flirting, he was truly inept and couldn’t co up with any slick talk.
After so thought, he mustered up the courage and said, “Hello, I am Tang Song, Mingli’s forr colleague.”
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
[Wen Ruan: “Hello, I am Wen Ruan, Mingli’s forr colleague.”]
Seeing her ssage, Tang Song couldn’t help but smile, his mood lightening as it confird that this sister indeed had a nice personality.
Having added him as a friend without any pretense, chatting with her would probably not be awkward.
After pondering for a mont, Tang Song replied, “The secret code matches, seems like you’re one of us!”
[Wen Ruan: LOL.jpg]
[Wen Ruan: “Lili ntioned you lost 20 pounds in just over half a month, is that true?”]
Tang Song: Nodding frantically.gif
Tang Song: “I’m still continuing with fitness, you’re a professional in this field, I hope you can guide in the future.”
[Wen Ruan: “I’m just a fitness enthusiast, not really a professional, but we can exchange tips when free.”]
…
The two of them chatted about weight loss and fitness, gradually getting to know each other and breaking the ice.
Wen Ruan was quite reserved in her speech and didn’t inquire about his specifics, seemingly just wanting to get to know him.
[Wen Ruan: Yawning.jpg]
[Wen Ruan: “Ti to sleep, staying up is bad for the phone.”]
Tang Song laughed and sent a “Good night” emoticon, bringing an end to their first chat.
The conversation was uneventful, but the impression was good.
Tang Song clicked on her profile to enter her monts.
Only the last three days were on display.
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