Hearing the mature woman's words and observing her intimate interaction with Tang Song, Shen Yuyan's lips pressed together slightly as she imdiately grasped their relationship. Her brows lowered faintly, and she maintained a calm expression as she said, "Tang Song, who is this sister?"
Looking at the sweet and pure school belle, Tang Song smiled warmly and replied, "This is my girlfriend, Wen Ruan."
With the older sister right beside him and his promise to start a sweet romance with her, there was no room for ambiguity. Besides, his current relationships with Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing were uncomplicated, so he felt no psychological burden.
Upon hearing his direct introduction, Wen Ruan's hand tightened slightly, her eyes brimming with uncontrollable joy. The sharpness in her gaze toward Shen Yuyan also softened.
Wen Ruan wore a smile as she extended her hand. "Hello."
"Hello, Sister Wen Ruan. I’m Shen Yuyan, Tang Song’s university classmate." Despite the complexity of her emotions, Shen Yuyan outwardly maintained an enthusiastic deanor.
She was fully aware of Xu Qing's feelings for Tang Song and how he had agreed to invest in Youjie Dostic Services for her. Previously, she had thought the two might have a chance. However, it now seed that even if they were together, Xu Qing wouldn’t be his only girlfriend.
Having interacted with many wealthy individuals over the years, Shen Yuyan had grown more pragmatic. Tang Song was no naive young man. A man like him, if inclined, could have countless won by his side. For instance, Lin Muxue before, and now Wen Ruan—both incredibly captivating won. Objectively speaking, her best friend Xu Qing simply couldn’t compare.
"Oh? A university classmate? Are you working in Beijing?" Wen Ruan's charming gaze flicked briefly to Tang Song.
A woman like this was undoubtedly a campus belle during her university days. Considering Tang Song had previously worked in Beijing, could she be one of his "white moonlights"? While Wen Ruan could accept the fact that Tang Song wasn’t exclusive to her, it still left her feeling uneasy. She hoped that during their ti in Beijing, Tang Song would belong entirely to her, fulfilling her long-held desires.
Shen Yuyan shook her head lightly. "No, I’m working in Yan City as well, living in the Qiaoxi District."
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The two exchanged a few more words.
Shen Yuyan shifted slightly to face Tang Song directly. "Our Youjie Dostic Services has already signed the term sheet with Gongying Technology. I’ll be leaving Beijing today."
"Congratulations," Tang Song replied.
Shen Yuyan bit her lip lightly and said in a low voice, "And congratulations to you on reaching an investnt agreent with Fanfu Suzi dia. Once I’m back in Beijing, let’s have a al to discuss financing matters. Also, regarding my earlier refusal of your investnt, I want to apologize again. Our company’s equity structure is quite complex, and there are many things I can’t decide on my own, so…"
"It’s fine," Tang Song replied with a gentle smile, shaking his head. "It’s all in the past. I wish you smooth sailing with your future fundraising."
He glanced at his watch and added, "I have sothing to attend to shortly, so I’ll need to head out. We can talk more when we’re both back in Yan City."
Shen Yuyan felt a pang in her heart but outwardly maintained her smile, nodding. "Alright, I won’t disturb you then."
She had been eager to chat longer since they coincidentally t in Beijing. However, judging by Sister Wen Ruan’s deanor, it was clear she wouldn’t get the chance.
A single wrong choice brought her imnse and overwhelming regret.
This was a true titan of capital!
Had she resolutely chosen him back then, it would be the two of them collaborating now, giving rise to countless opportunities to connect and communicate.
“Bye-bye~” Wen Ruan waved cheerfully at Shen Yuyan, her arm wrapped around Tang Song’s as they walked away together.
“Bye-bye.”
Watching their figures disappear, Shen Yuyan’s gaze turned complicated. She made her way to the first-floor buffet, absentmindedly selecting so breakfast and sitting at a table, picking at her food without much appetite.
The Yizhuang Line subway swayed gently as it traveled above ground.
Passengers' gazes occasionally drifted to one corner of the car where a couple stood face to face.
The man was tall and upright, dressed in a shirt and trousers, exuding a striking handsoness with his long legs and lean figure.
The woman was curvaceous and elegant, her features exuding maturity and charm.
Together, they were an exceptionally eye-catching pair, prompting both n and won to steal second glances.
“I used to board at this station,” Wen Ruan said, pointing nostalgically at the Jiugong Station sign outside the window. “Every morning at 7:20, I’d leave the house, queue at Entrance 11 to enter the station—it’s conveniently right by the escalator at the end of the line. Then, I’d transfer to Line 10 at Songjiazhuang, get off at Liangmaqiao, buy a jianbing guozi, and eat it on my way to the office. Clocking in just in ti at 8:30…”
She chatted animatedly about her past life in Beijing.
With the subway swaying gently, her movents occasionally caused her to bump lightly into her boyfriend.
“I used to live near Tiantongyuan,” Tang Song chid in, smiling. “Because I woke up late, it was always packed, and I had to squeeze into the subway every day…”
Breathing in her warm and heady fragrance, Tang Song felt a deep sense of contentnt in the warmth of the older woman’s presence.
The two chatted happily for a while.
Suddenly, Wen Ruan leaned close, blowing softly into his ear. With a teasing smile, she asked, “Be honest with —did you have a girlfriend back then? Were you living together?”
After she spoke, her eyes locked onto him, unwavering.
“Uh…” Tang Song froze for a mont before shaking his head. “No.”
The apartnt had indeed been rented with Liu Qingning’s help, and she had even paid the deposit and rent upfront. But they hadn’t lived together, nor were they romantically involved.
Seeing his expression, Wen Ruan pursed her lips, leaned in, and kissed him.
With a magnetic voice, she whispered, “Alright, I won’t ask anymore.”
She was certain sothing significant had happened to Tang Song in the past—sothing that deeply affected him. Since he wasn’t willing to talk about it, she wouldn’t pry into his wounds.
The two got off at Tuanjiehu Station. Wen Ruan headed straight to Light and Shadow dia’s Beijing branch, while Tang Song hailed a cab to Bocai Yingrui Managent Consulting Co., Ltd.
Earlier that morning, Ning Song, Director of Marketing and Planning, had called Wen Ruan, informing her of changes in the agency dia for Light and Shadow dia. He asked her to imdiately handle the handover.
Additionally, it was reported that Liu Chuanzheng had been summoned and detained by police for embezzlent.
Taking advantage of her presence in Beijing, Wen Ruan decided to go to the branch office and directly coordinate the transition with several colleagues still in the city.
Bocai Yingrui Managent Consulting Co., Ltd., an international consulting firm certified by ICMCI, had its headquarters in a high-end office building in Chaoyang District.
The atmosphere inside the company was lively and celebratory.
“Welco, Chairman Tang, to our company!”
The company’s president, Zhao Bo, greeted Tang Song with a broad smile, followed by several senior executives in suits and ties.
Among them was Li Zicheng, the HR Strategic Planning Departnt Director whom Tang Song had previously t in Yan City.
"Hello, President Zhao," Tang Song greeted with a smile, shaking hands with each person in turn.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Zhao Bo and the others led Tang Song on a brief tour of the company, giving him a comprehensive understanding of the enterprise in which he owned a 35% stake.
The company, with a registered capital of 30 million yuan, was a professional human resources service organization offering corporate talent strategy consulting, organizational structure design, personalized talent recruitnt, and employee training. Its core consulting team boasted over 400 mbers, comprising experts with extensive industry experience and professional knowledge.
The headquarters occupied two entire floors of a premium building in Beijing, with branches or resident partners in cities such as Shanghai, Shenzhen, and Yan City. Leveraging Deju Renhe's extensive talent network, the company served clients nationwide, including several Fortune 500 companies.
In the eting Room
“How do you screen and finalize the selection of suppliers and products among so many options?”
“When evaluating suppliers and products, I follow a stringent process. First, I conduct a qualification review of the suppliers, assessing their production capacity, quality control systems, and historical collaboration records. Then...”
“How do you balance short-term sales with long-term brand developnt during the product selection process?”
“On one hand, I focus on current market trends and consur demands, selecting products that can drive imdiate sales growth through promotion…”
The special effect [Leader], associated with the character role of [President of Songi Fashion], was triggered.
Tang Song’s sharp intuition and insight allowed him to quickly reach a conclusion. He set down the resu in his hand, his gaze sincere and decisive. “Ms. Li, your personal capabilities and expertise align perfectly with our company’s needs. I greatly admire your talent and sincerely invite you to return to Yan City and join Songi Fashion.”
Li Yueran’s face flushed slightly as she stood and extended her hand. “Thank you for your trust, President Tang. I’m very happy to accept this offer.”
At 31 and still single, Li Yueran had remained in Beijing because she cherished her current job. If a suitable position were available in her hotown, she would be willing to give it a try.
Moreover, she had a deep appreciation for Songi Fashion’s strength—not to ntion the luxurious Yunxi Tower office and its top-tier livestreaming facilities.
And then there was President Tang himself—a shareholder of Bocai Yingrui! What more could she say? This young and handso CEO had personally co to Beijing to recruit her, demonstrating unparalleled sincerity.
There was no reason to decline, especially given the generous package offered.
“Goodbye, President Tang.”
“I look forward to seeing you in Yan City!” Tang Song replied with a smile as he bade farewell to the won’s fashion product selection expert.
Currently employed by Yingmo Brand Managent Co., Ltd., Li Yueran had exceptional skills, particularly in the high-end won’s fashion sector, with a keen sense of market trends and precise judgnt.
She was a carefully selected recruit by Tang Song to support He Liting in shaping the "He Yiyi" IP for Songi Fashion.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Co in,” Tang Song called.
The door opened, and Li Zicheng entered enthusiastically. “President Tang, there are two more candidates scheduled for interviews at 3 p.m.: Operations Manager Chen Jiangyuan and Product Picker Fei Zhanpeng. It’s almost noon now, and President Zhao would like to treat you to lunch. Would that work for you?”
Tang Song shook his head. “No need. I have so personal matters to handle at noon. Once all the interviews here in Beijing are concluded, I’ll host a al for the managent team.”
“Understood!” Li Zicheng pulled out a card from his pocket and handed it to Tang Song. “This is the contact information for the company’s dedicated driver for directors. During your trip to Beijing, feel free to assign him any tasks as needed.”
As the largest individual shareholder and de facto boss of the company, Tang Song wielded considerable influence. If he wished, he could join the board of directors at any ti, entitling him to the highest standards of treatnt.
Taking the business card, Tang Song replied, "Alright, thank you."
"It's my duty! I won't disturb you further. I'll go arrange the next interviews," Li Zicheng said with a slight bow before turning to leave the eting room.
Tang Song stretched and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze landing on a glass-clad office building nearby.
At the top of the tower, bold 3D letters spelled out: "igou Tech Tower."
The Bocai Yingrui office building was just about 300 ters away.
Thinking back to his three years working at igou Tech, Tang Song felt a mixture of nostalgia and curiosity—he wanted to visit again.
After tidying up, Tang Song left the building, walking east along the pedestrian path.
The sky was dim, and the air carried the damp scent of earth, a prelude to an impending thunderstorm.
He wandered around the periter of igou Tech Tower, mories of the past gradually surfacing.
Though only eight months had passed since he left, it felt like a lifeti ago. The extraordinary experiences brought by the system had made these months especially transformative.
As Tang Song walked in thought, a voice called out, "Hey, are you... Tang Song?"
Looking up, Tang Song saw two familiar faces. After a brief pause, he broke into a smile. "Brother Bin, Old He, long ti no see!"
These two were his forr colleagues from igou Tech, both from the backend developnt team.
A thought struck Tang Song.
Perhaps chatting with these colleagues could help him understand how they perceived him during his ti at igou, and how it contrasted with his own recollections.
Hearing his greeting and looking at his face, He Yiming and Xu Bin were visibly shocked.
"My goodness, it really is you! If I hadn’t seen you before, I wouldn’t have recognized you," He Yiming exclaid.
"Whoa, Tang Song! Since you left, did you go to South Korea or sothing?" Xu Bin teased.
Both of them had joined the company over a year before Tang Song and rembered what he used to look like.
Before 2022, Tang Song had a lean physique and decent looks, earning him the title of "departnt eye candy" in the backend developnt team.
Now, Tang Song's physique and appearance were even better than when he first joined, though still recognizable.
However, when he left igou Tech in November 2022, he had been sowhat chubby, unkempt, and careless with his grooming. The contrast with his current self was striking.
Tang Song chuckled, shaking his head. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the atmosphere grew more relaxed.
"You guys are heading to dinner, right? Which place?" he asked.
"Wushan Grilled Fish!" Xu Bin exclaid excitedly. "Co with us! Let’s catch up, and we can fill you in on what’s been happening in the departnt these past months."
"Sure, I haven’t had their grilled fish in ages. I’d love to join you," Tang Song replied with a smile.
"Let’s go, let’s go!" He Yiming threw an arm around Tang Song’s shoulder, exclaiming, "Hey, have you grown taller or sothing?"
"Haha, maybe my posture’s just improved. I’ve been working out, losing weight, and practicing better posture since I left."
"Damn, I’m so jealous!"
Light and Shadow dia (Beijing Branch)
After forwarding the organized docunts to Li Wenzhe, Wen Ruan stared at the email on her screen, her expression sowhat peculiar.
Wen Ruan had just resigned, and igou Tech imdiately cited her departure as the reason for canceling its partnership with Light and Shadow dia.
Soon after, several other major dia firms announced audits of Light and Shadow dia, and even a few key clients directly stated they would not renew their contracts.
The company was now on the brink of survival.
Even if it avoided collapse, significant layoffs were inevitable, and future business would shrink considerably.
The timing of these events seed excessively coincidental.
It was as if her resignation was the flap of a butterfly’s wings, setting off a storm that swept through the entirety of Light and Shadow dia.
“Wen Ruan, your delivery’s here!” Zhang Xintong approached with a smile, placing a delicately packaged paper bag on her desk.
“Thank you, Xintong.”
“No need for thanks!” Zhang Xintong winked playfully and whispered, “Wen Ruan, these past few days must’ve been… very satisfying, huh?”
Wen Ruan gave a soft “hmph” and lightly knocked her on the head, raising her eyebrows. “Satisfying beyond your imagination. So, hurry up with the handover—I still have more satisfaction to enjoy.”
The two bantered back and forth for a bit.
Suddenly, the phone on Wen Ruan’s desk rang.
She picked it up and glanced at the screen—it was an unfamiliar number from Beijing.
Rising from her seat, she moved to the lounge area and answered in a soft voice, “Hello?”
The line was silent—no sound at all.
Wen Ruan frowned. “Hello?”
Just as she was about to hang up, a steady and soothing male voice finally ca through.
“Wen Ruan, it’s .”
Her expression darkened slightly upon hearing the voice. “President Zhang, what can I do for you?”
“Are you free right now? I’d like to talk to you.”
“Go ahead.”
“About the past—I’ve always felt deeply sorry for causing you so much trouble.” The man paused before continuing, “I only heard today from a colleague that you’re returning to Xingyun International Group. I’m very happy and would like to make ands.”
“That won’t be necessary,” Wen Ruan interrupted bluntly. “President Zhang, my return to Xingyun International is part of my own plan. I don’t intend to rely on anyone’s favor.”
“I understand. I know you’d like to stay in your hotown, Yan City. I’ll talk to President Ji—your skills make you fully qualified for the position of Planning Director at the branch office.”
“There’s no need, but thank you,” Wen Ruan replied firmly.
“Alright,” the man sighed. Then suddenly, he added, “One more thing—I’d like to see you.”
“Apologies, President Zhang, but I have work to handle here. I’ll have to hang up now.”
With that, Wen Ruan ended the call without waiting for a response.
Returning to her desk, she focused on her al.
Her phone screen lit up periodically, showing texts and missed calls.
Wen Ruan closed her eyes and sighed deeply as mories of the past surfaced in her mind.
Her first few years at Xingyun International Group had been fulfilling and joyful.
Things changed when she was transferred to the Digital Marketing Departnt to manage social dia operations.
It was supposed to be an opportunity to prove herself and secure a critical promotion.
At the ti, her departnt manager was Zhang Zihang, a charismatic leader.
An outstanding graduate from a prestigious university, he was not only exceptionally capable but also handso and charming—earning the admiration of many employees.
Wen Ruan’s initial impression of this married leader had been positive.
During her year in the Digital Marketing Departnt, she worked overti, attended countless etings, traveled for work, completed projects, and solved problems.
With only a slight age gap between them…
Over ti, Wen Ruan and Zhang Zihang beca good friends.
As her work performance continued to improve, she received a notice at the end of the year that she was being evaluated for a promotion.
But the very next day, a malicious rumor spread through the company, claiming she had seduced Zhang Zihang and used their relationship to secure opportunities.
The rumor even cited so-called “evidence,” such as instances of them traveling and dining together.
At first, Wen Ruan paid no attention, focusing on her work. She believed that as the accusations were baseless, her integrity would speak for itself.
But everything changed during a team-building event.
In the hotel’s activity hall, in front of dozens of colleagues, Zhang Zihang’s wife suddenly appeared and hurled accusations at her, laced with deeply insulting words.
Her sharp and cutting remarks wounded Wen Ruan’s dignity.
Then ca the final blow—a recording was played.
It captured a furious Zhang Zihang saying, “You’re always snooping through my phone. Fine, I’ll admit it—I think Wen Ruan is a hundred tis better than you! I do like her! Let’s just get divorced so I can marry her imdiately!”
Although the company leadership managed to calm the situation, Wen Ruan’s promotion fell through completely.
Zhang Zihang was transferred to another departnt.
But it didn’t end there.
In the months that followed, Zhang Zihang got divorced.
A colleague later revealed that Zhang Zihang’s father was Zhang Chaoming, a board mber of Xingyun International Group.
This revelation reignited the rumors about Wen Ruan and Zhang Zihang.
This ti, the gossip was more elaborate, and the claims were even more outrageous.
The relentless harassnt nearly pushed Wen Ruan to a breaking point. In the end, she resigned and returned to Yan City.
Her dream of making it big in Beijing ca crashing down in a heap of chaos.
The once-promising professional talent had turned into the Wen Ruan of today, seemingly stuck at a standstill.
More than three years had passed. While so forr colleagues at Xingyun International had left the company, many remained.
Returning to the company ant confronting the painful mories of her past. It had taken trendous emotional struggle for her to make this decision.
This was why she had once said to Tang Song that if he dared to betray her, she’d bite off his “little brother.”
Sighing softly, Wen Ruan unlocked her phone and scrolled through the photos of her and Tang Song taken over the past few days.
Her mood lifted considerably.
After a mont’s thought, she opened Tang Song’s WeChat and sent him a ssage:
Wen Ruan: "Boyfriend, are you done with work? I’m feeling a bit down and need your comfort."
Tang Song: (Picture of grilled fish)
Tang Song: "I’m having dinner with so forr colleagues. Want to join? I can kiss, hug, and lift my strong Zhuangzhuang of a girlfriend, then take her around to chat about my work stories."
“Pfft—” Wen Ruan burst out laughing and replied, "Sure! I just finished lunch and need to organize so files they’ll need this afternoon. Send your location, and I’ll head over in a bit."
This was a golden opportunity.
She was eager to chat with Tang Song’s colleagues, hoping to uncover details about his past—especially about the woman who had hurt him.
Tang Song: "It’s started raining, and it’s midday—getting a taxi might be tricky on your end. I’ll arrange for a driver to pick you up. It’s not far from Tuanjiehu, and they should arrive in about ten minutes. Keep an eye on your phone."
A smile of contentnt appeared on Wen Ruan’s face as she replied, "Alright! Got it!"
She then put away her phone, humming a tune as she began tidying up her workspace.
After a while, the crisp sound of a phone ringing broke the quiet.
Wen Ruan answered, briefly confirming the driver’s location before heading downstairs with excitent.
In the drop-off area outside the building, a sleek black rcedes Maybach awaited her.
Next to it stood a middle-aged driver in a suit.
After verifying the license plate, Wen Ruan exchanged a few words with the driver and smoothly boarded the Maybach.
Outside, a steady rain fell, neither heavy nor light.
Seated in the spacious and luxurious backseat, Wen Ruan gained a clearer understanding of Tang Song’s wealth.
From the driver’s respectful deanor and tone, it was evident that Tang Song also had assets in Beijing.
Moreover, judging by the quality of the car, these assets were significant.
She pressed her lips together, gazing out at the high-rises flashing past the window, her thoughts drifting.
It was precisely because he was so exceptional that she had always been hesitant, caught between hope and doubt.
At the restaurant.
Golden grilled fish stead on the table, filling the cozy eatery with an irresistible aroma.
Wushan Grilled Fish was nestled on a quiet street, just a few hundred ters from igou Tech Tower.
The food was excellent and very affordable, making it a frequent gathering spot for Tang Song’s departnt back in the day.
The slightly worn nus, black chairs and tables, and simple décor evoked a sense of nostalgia.
Outside, the rumbling of thunder echoed occasionally.
The three sat by the ground-floor window, chatting softly about old mories from their ti at igou Tech.
Listening to his forr colleagues, Tang Song’s feelings grew increasingly complicated.
He distinctly rembered discussing the ga Heartthrob Growth Plan with several coworkers during his ti at igou.
Yet, these two colleagues had no recollection of it.
In fact, they ntioned that during his tenure, Tang Song was frequently seconded to other support departnts.
These discrepancies between their accounts and his own mories were striking, deepening the mystery.
Dingdong—
A WeChat notification pinged on Tang Song’s phone.
He glanced at the screen and snapped a photo of the grilled fish to send a reply to Wen Ruan.
Looking at the rain outside, Tang Song stood up and stepped into a corner to call the Bocai Yingrui driver.
After a brief conversation, he sent Wen Ruan a ssage.
Returning to the table, Xu Bin teased, “Judging by that smirk of yours, you must’ve been talking to a girl, huh?”
“It was,” Tang Song replied with a laugh.
He Yiming glanced enviously at Tang Song, his clean-cut appearance accentuated by his sharp features, and comnted sourly, “With how Tang Song looks now, I bet there’s no shortage of won around him. Good thing you didn’t look this good back when you were at the company, or else my goddess would’ve been swooped up by you.”
The “goddess” he referred to was Jian Hui, a rare beauty in the backend developnt team with stunning looks, a great figure, and a charismatic personality.
She was also one of the few won in their departnt.
Despite He Yiming’s persistent pursuit, it was clear he hadn’t made any progress.
Xu Bin dealt a crushing blow. “Give it up, Old He. Jian Hui isn’t soone we can match. She’s a born-and-bred Beijing girl, your classic Dida Da Niu—smart, stylish, and bold. She’d only consider dating a local guy. Even if you were as handso as Tang Song, you’d still have no shot. You’d better focus on saving for a house instead.”
All three ca from ordinary families and had joined igou Tech to make a decent living, grinding overti hours to earn more.
Jian Hui was the type to enjoy her work, treating it as a leisurely pasti. She effortlessly balanced her tasks while frequently traveling and checking in at picturesque destinations.
“Ugh, forget it!” He Yiming sighed, shaking his head as he sipped his drink.
The three continued eating for a while as the rain outside gradually lessened.
Tang Song glanced at his phone, then suddenly smiled and said, “My girlfriend’s almost here. You don’t mind her joining us, right?”
“What? You have a girlfriend now?”
“For real? What does she look like? Is she pretty?”
Seeing the excitent of his two old colleagues, Tang Song chuckled mysteriously. “I’d say she’s probably pretty, but everyone has their own aesthetic preferences, so I can’t guarantee anything.”
“Alright, not bad!” He Yiming patted his arm. “No wonder you’re all sharp and stylish these days—so it’s because you’ve got a girlfriend!”
Xu Bin grinned. “Hurry and get her over here so we can et our future sister-in-law.”
Back when Tang Song was still at the company, he was quiet and reserved, almost like a closed book. His transformation since then was striking, the kind that deserved a fresh look.
Ring-ring—
Tang Song’s phone rang.
He answered, “Hello, Ruan Ruan.”
“Yeah, I’m at Wushan Grilled Fish. It’s still raining—did you bring an umbrella?”
“Alright, see you soon. Bye.”
Hanging up, he gestured out the window. “She’s just reached the intersection; she’ll be here shortly.”
Hearing this, He Yiming and Xu Bin perked up, their attention drawn to the street outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Through the misty rain, a black Maybach glided toward them.
Raindrops ford a thin film on the sleek body, making it look particularly elegant and luxurious.
Xu Bin couldn’t hide his amazent. “Wow, that’s a Maybach S680—over three million yuan! So classy!”
“At that price, I’d still go for a Bentley Continental,” He Yiming, a car enthusiast, began analyzing seriously. “Let’s talk about the engine, for instance…”
The Maybach S680 smoothly pulled up by the curb outside the grilled fish restaurant.
The driver’s door opened quickly, and a uniford chauffeur stepped out.
He walked to the rear door and opened it gently, unfurling a white umbrella with a crisp “pop” that scattered the raindrops.
A pair of golden high heels touched the damp pavent.
From the car erged Wen Ruan in a white dress, instantly lighting up the dim, overcast scene.
Her face carried a mix of delight and anticipation. With an umbrella in her left hand and her bag in her right, she looked radiant.
Her refined, soft features, tall and curvaceous figure, and the air of mature sensuality she exuded drew all eyes to her.
Tang Song’s gaze lingered, montarily captivated. The scene before him reminded him of a photo he had once seen tucked in his wallet.
Unable to resist, he raised his phone and quickly snapped a picture.
Click.
The sound of the shutter was accompanied by sharp intakes of breath and the audible gulping of Xu Bin and He Yiming.
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