Tang Song lowered his head slightly, his lips pressing softly against Wen Ruan’s cheek as he took a deep breath.
The warm fragrance filled his senses—a rich blend of woody notes mixed with hints of lemon and white tea. It was soft, elegant, and sophisticated, much like the woman in his arms.
His hands rested gently on her waist, feeling the firm, toned curves beneath his fingertips. The contours of her figure, especially her shapely, rounded hips, radiated an irresistible allure.
As his long fingers traced her skin lightly, Wen Ruan shivered, goosebumps rising in response to his touch.
Pulling her tightly into his embrace, Tang Song felt a rush of indescribable pleasure, a deep satisfaction flooding his chest.
Wen Ruan let out a soft whimper, her body montarily going limp in his arms.
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After a long pause, she parted her slightly damp lips and spoke in her husky, mature voice. “You’re not mad anymore, are you, little brother?”
Tang Song looked up at her, his hands still moving. “Co on, Zhuangzhuang, explain. Who exactly is Gu Cheng?”
Hearing that nickna, Wen Ruan reflexively wanted to glare at him, but she could only manage an exasperated sigh. “I’m already 30, you know. If I don’t date, my family will naturally start pushing . There are bound to be a few blind dates in the mix.
“But these were just to appease my family. None of them were serious relationships, and there was no ambiguity involved. Gu Cheng was introduced by my aunt. He works as an investnt manager at a finance company...”
She went on to briefly recount their etings, their blind date, and the bike rides they’d gone on, leaving nothing out.
Wen Ruan’s tone was frank, her attitude unapologetic. She felt she’d done nothing wrong.
Yet, facing Tang Song, she couldn’t help but want to explain.
Though it felt slightly humiliating, love often made reason irrelevant.
Suddenly, the sound of curtains being yanked filled the room.
“Swish—”
The room dimd as the heavy fabric fell into place.
“Hey!” Wen Ruan exclaid sharply. “Why are you ssing with my pants while I’m explaining?”
“I’m upset,” Tang Song said matter-of-factly. “I want to play basketball.”
“No!” Wen Ruan’s face turned bright red. “Tang Song! Can’t you leave a little dignity?”
The thought of being treated this way by soone younger was mortifying.
If she gave in now, it might set a precedent. She shuddered at the thought of being at his rcy whenever he felt like it, imagining the constant humiliation of being playfully spanked.
Tang Song didn’t answer. Instead, with a quick motion, his arms tightened around her. With the strength of soone who worked out regularly, he lifted Wen Ruan onto his lap effortlessly.
Though Wen Ruan weighed over 130 pounds, her weight was distributed perfectly. Her toned abdon, rounded hips, and full chest created an enviable S-shaped silhouette.
She was the epito of health and vitality, and her body felt incredible to hold.
“Hey! Put down!” she protested loudly. “I’ll scream if you don’t stop!”
“Co on, Tang Song! Don’t do this! I’m getting mad!”
“This really isn’t okay!”
“You jerk!” Wen Ruan’s face burned with embarrassnt. She bit his arm lightly, though she couldn’t bring herself to use much force.
She squird, trying to resist, but her body felt weak, making her attempts futile. Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes.
Seeing her like this, Tang Song couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy.
This was the first ti he’d had the upper hand against Wen Ruan, who usually had the upper hand with her teasing and playful taunts.
It was exhilarating, even a little thrilling, to see her flustered.
A few monts later—
“Stop pulling! You’re going to tear my clothes!”
“Don’t worry, I’m just giving you a massage.”
“My cousins and friends are still outside! Tang Song, I an it! If you keep this up, I’ll really get mad!”
Tang Song’s voice dropped to a low, magnetic tone as he murmured in her ear, “I love you, big sister.”
The room fell silent for a mont.
Wen Ruan stopped struggling, slumping against his lap. She covered her face with both hands and sighed in resignation.
Fine. She’d already lost all semblance of dignity.
“Alright… but hurry up. Xiaoman’s the type to barge in without warning.”
“Hey! Don’t be like this...”
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“Wen Lan, tell I’m not dreaming. Is this... really what I think it is?” Qian Guixiang’s face was frozen in shock as she slapped Wen Lan’s arm repeatedly.
Wen Lan’s breathing was shallow, her fingers swiping rapidly across her phone.
In the family group chat:
[Xiaoman: “We’re at Wen Ruan Sis’s boyfriend’s house now. It’s so beautiful! I’m so jealous!”]
Beneath the ssage were photo after photo uploaded by Qiao Lina and Chen Xiaoman.
The pictures showcased a sprawling luxury flat: floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows, a spacious connected balcony, hardwood floors, a dual kitchen setup with an artfully designed island, plush wraparound sofas, premium appliances, and exquisite bathrooms...
The perfect blend of comfort and elegance made the grandeur of the apartnt undeniable.
Most shockingly, this property belonged to Wen Ruan’s boyfriend.
Wen Lan swallowed hard, struggling to form a coherent sentence. “It must be real. Lina isn’t the type to joke about sothing like this.”
Qian Guixiang’s face flushed as she jumped to her feet, pacing back and forth in their small living room. She kept glancing at the photos, her heart racing with excitent.
Their current ho was a modest 90-square-ter two-bedroom apartnt. Compared to the sprawling flat in the photos, it was utterly insignificant.
The family group chat buzzed with excitent. Everyone was clamoring for more details about Wen Ruan’s boyfriend.
Qian Guixiang hesitated before typing shakily:
[@Lina, @Xiaoman, which complex is this in?]
The panoramic view from the windows clearly indicated it was a pri city location, where property prices would be exorbitant.
“Ding!”
[Xiaoman: Yanjing Tiancheng.map]
[Lina: “It’s the crown jewel of Yanjing Tiancheng, Building One’s flagship unit. A 390-square-ter full-floor flat with five bedrooms and five bathrooms.”]
[Lina: Floor plan.jpg]
Qian Guixiang’s mind went blank, her head spinning.
As a long-ti resident of Yan City and a recent hobuyer, she was intimately familiar with the local real estate market.
Yanjing Tiancheng was one of the city’s most exclusive developnts. Current prices exceeded 30,000 yuan per square ter.
For a rare full-floor flat, prices easily surpassed 4 million yuan per 100 square ters.
That ant this single property was worth at least 16 million yuan! And that was before factoring in the luxurious renovations and furnishings.
Her expectations for her daughter’s future had been much more modest—a man like Gu Cheng, with a comfortable salary and stable lifestyle, was the best she could have hoped for.
Who could have predicted that Wen Ruan would quietly land a figurative “nuclear bomb” of a partner?
Wen Lan, equally astonished, urged, “Guixiang, you have to et Tang Song soon! Be proactive! Wen Ruan is the one marrying up here. Don’t let you and your husband hold her back!”
Qian Guixiang hesitated, nervously clutching her phone. “But... we fought with Wen Ruan yesterday, and Tang Song probably knows we’ve been arranging blind dates for her. What if he’s upset?”
“Ding!”
[Qinqin: “No wonder my sister rejected everyone. I’ve never seen anyone like Tang Song before—my sister really hit the jackpot!”]
[Xiaoman: “Exactly! You should’ve seen downstairs earlier. A team of super cool bodyguards delivered Tang Song’s rcedes. He’s so impressive!”]
Suddenly, Qian Guixiang recalled Wen Ruan’s words from the day before.
A penthouse, a rcedes, tall, handso, and young, with his own company...
It turned out her daughter had been telling the truth all along.
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