Shengyuan Scenic Residence, Building 11, Unit 3, Apartnt 402.
Qian Chengjun smiled at his mother, who was sitting beside him. “Mom, my elder and second sisters are almost here. I heard Ruanruan even brought her boyfriend this ti.”
“Oh, finally! That child Ruanruan is starting to co around. Her parents were worried sick about her before,” sighed Wen Ruan’s grandmother. At 75 years old, her health had been poor for so ti, and her voice carried a sense of weariness.
But today, being her grandson Qian Mingfeng’s housewarming day, the family had all gathered to celebrate, adding a rare touch of joy to her otherwise mundane days.
“Mom, it’s not that Ruanruan was clueless—she just has high standards!” Wang Fenger chid in, carrying a plate of freshly cut fruit.
She was plump and stylish, with trendy perd hair. Dressed in a silk maxi dress and adorned with a lustrous pearl necklace, gold chains, jade bangles, and earrings, she radiated opulence.
Sitting down beside them, Wang Fenger said with a smile, “I introduced her to a guy before, a civil servant nad Xiao Li, and Feifei also set her up with Gu Cheng. Ruanruan didn’t fancy either of them. I heard from the second sister that her current boyfriend is a company owner and lives in a large flat.”
Though she spoke casually, she didn’t fully believe it. She suspected Qian Guixiang was exaggerating again.
This wasn’t the first ti.
In the past, when talking about Wen Ruan’s job in Beijing, Qian Guixiang had made lofty claims, saying she would soon be promoted to mid-level managent and would eventually buy a house there. But Wen Ruan had returned to Yan City in the end—proof, in Wang Fenger’s eyes, of her inability to survive in the big city.
She had also boasted about Wen Ruan’s blind dates, painting them as far better than they truly were.
The two sisters-in-law had always had a strained relationship, often bickering during family gatherings. The root of their discord lay in conflicts with their mother-in-law, where Qian Guixiang and her sister naturally sided with their mom.
Still, Qian Guii’s family was well-off, and her children had all done well for themselves. Wang Fenger, not wanting to sour relations too much, instead directed her grievances toward Qian Guixiang.
“Mom, with how great Sister Ruanruan’s qualifications are, it’s only normal for her to have high standards,” said Qian Mingfeng, handing a slice of waterlon to his pregnant wife, Sun Jie.
The couple had married last year and were living in an old apartnt at the ti. With Sun Jie now expecting—a boy, according to their tests—his parents were overjoyed and sold their old ho to fully fund the purchase of this luxurious apartnt in Shengyuan Scenic Residence. It was a major upgrade for the young family and their future child.
As they chatted, Qian Chengjun’s phone suddenly rang. After a brief exchange, he smiled and said, “Second Sister and the others are here. Let’s go down and greet them.”
“Dad, Mom, Xiao Jie and I can handle it,” Qian Mingfeng quickly offered.
“No need,” Qian Chengjun replied, shaking his head. “We’ll all go. Ruanruan’s boyfriend is here, too—it’s only proper to welco them.”
Soon, the group walked out of the apartnt into the spacious and well-lit corridor.
Wang Fenger looked around with satisfaction, her eyes brimming with delight at the new ho’s surroundings. She was genuinely pleased with the purchase.
Owning this new apartnt also ca with an unexpected perk—it helped them avoid lending money to relatives.
When Qian Guixiang’s family had been buying their house, her husband had wanted to help by lending them so money, arguing that it would ease their mortgage burden and allow them to buy a larger three-bedroom unit.
But Wang Fenger had firmly refused, citing their son’s upcoming marriage and the need to buy a new ho for him as the reason. The incident caused a major fallout at the ti.
Ever since moving into the new apartnt, Wang Fenger had taken every opportunity to show off by video calling Qian Guixiang.
“Ding—”
The crisp chi of the elevator echoed through the hallway.
The doors opened, and Qian Guixiang stepped out first, beaming with a dazzling smile. Her left hand rested on her right arm as she stood tall, her prominent gold necklace and bracelet gleaming brilliantly under the lights.
Wang Fenger froze for a mont, a flicker of astonishnt flashing in her eyes.
She knew all too well about Qian Guixiang’s financial situation—how could she afford such expensive jewelry?
“Chengjun, Fenger, Mingfeng, Xiao Jie,” Qian Guixiang greeted them warmly.
“Uncle, Aunt…”
Wen Ruan followed, holding Tang Song’s hand.
“This is my boyfriend, Tang Song,” she introduced with a smile.
All four of them turned their gazes toward Tang Song, their expressions a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Tang Song’s appearance was impeccable—his features sharp, his deanor polished, and his skin glowing under the lights, erasing any imperfections. He looked like a movie star who had stepped straight out of a drama.
Qian Mingfeng’s lips twitched as he thought to himself, So my cousin really is a sucker for good looks.
Still, even he couldn’t deny that Tang Song had an undeniable charm that could leave anyone srized—even his wife seed briefly dazed.
“Uncle, Aunt…”
“Hello, Tang Song.”
“Welco, welco.”
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the group walked into the apartnt.
“Mom! How’s your health lately?” Qian Guixiang quickly walked over to her mother.
“Grandma,” Wen Ruan greeted as well.
“I’m fine, fine, all good,” the elderly woman replied. “Ruanruan, where’s your boyfriend?”
Wen Ruan chuckled and nudged Tang Song forward. “Here he is, Grandma. Take a good look—do you approve?”
“Hello, Grandma. I’m Tang Song, Wen Ruan’s boyfriend,” Tang Song said warmly.
“Oh my, such a handso young man! Wonderful! Just wonderful!”
A few minutes later, Qian Guii and Lv Feifei arrived, making the living room lively and bustling.
“We ca straight in because Tang Song happens to own an apartnt here in Shengyuan Scenic Residence. Our car was registered, so we parked right by the elevator,” Qian Guii explained proudly.
She continued, “Oh, this necklace and bracelet? They’re gifts from Ruanruan’s boyfriend. We’d never splurge on sothing so expensive—these are worth tens of thousands!”
“And the brand-new watch? It’s an IWC, also a gift from Tang Song.”
The room’s attention turned toward Qian Guii, radiating pride, and Tang Song, standing tall and poised, exuding an effortless charisma.
Wang Fenger’s lips twitched slightly as a sour feeling spread through her chest.
Wen Ruan’s boyfriend was far more impressive than his photos suggested. Not only did he own an apartnt at Shengyuan Scenic Residence, but he also gave Qian Guii and her husband such expensive gifts.
The purpose of today’s gathering had been for her to show off in front of the relatives, but now, things had taken an unexpected turn, leaving her feeling unsettled.
Listening to her sister-in-law’s words, Qian Chengjun’s eyes flickered as he enthusiastically struck up a conversation with Tang Song.
As a businessman involved in trade, Qian Chengjun interacted with people from all walks of life and prided himself on his sharp judgnt. From Tang Song’s deanor and speech, he could tell this was no ordinary young man.
Recalling Qian Guixiang’s earlier descriptions, a thought began to form in his mind: perhaps his sister’s family was about to see a major change in fortune.
Soon, several of Wang Fenger’s relatives arrived, a mix of n and won, young and old.
anwhile, Qian Guixiang and Qian Guii started exploring the apartnt.
The hard furnishings were from the previous owner, but all the furniture and appliances were newly replaced, featuring reputable brands.
The layout was square and practical, with a north-south orientation, floor-to-ceiling windows, an entryway, and an open kitchen.
The apartnt felt stylish, cozy, and exquisitely tailored to modern tastes.
Standing on the south-facing balcony of the master bedroom, Qian Guixiang was overco with excitent.
The earlier mont of pride in front of her relatives had swept away years of pent-up frustration.
Tang Song, her "golden son-in-law," had truly exceeded her expectations. Everything about him was flawless.
She had never dread that her daughter could find such an outstanding boyfriend.
Looking out at the high-end facilities and lush environnt of the community, she sighed inwardly.
This was indeed a premium developnt. Despite being over 10 years old, its features far surpassed those of Oasis View Garden.
She had seen glimpses of the community in her sister-in-law’s videos before, but experiencing it in person felt completely different.
At noon, the group of more than ten people went to Yan Bin Lou, a high-end Chinese restaurant across the street.
The restaurant specialized in roast duck and fusion cuisine, with excellent reviews.
Their private dining room was a suite with a separate restroom, covering more than 40 square ters and luxuriously decorated.
With his son newly married, a grandson on the way, and a new ho secured, Qian Chengjun was in an especially generous mood. He ordered a table full of signature dishes and opened two bottles of Maotai without hesitation.
As Wen Ruan watched Tang Song chatting warmly with her father, uncle, and cousins over drinks, seamlessly fitting in with the family, and saw the radiant smile on her mother’s face, her eyes welled up with unshed tears.
If anyone was happiest today, it was undoubtedly her.
The scenes unfolding before her felt like an extension of the fairy tale she had dread of for her wedding day.
No matter what, she thought to herself, I am truly happy right now.
Out on the scenic balcony in the corridor outside the private room, Qian Guii pulled her sister aside.
“Guixiang, I need to talk to you about sothing,” she said in a lowered voice.
“What’s wrong, Sister?” Qian Guixiang asked, her face still flushed with excitent as her fingers played absently with the gold bracelet on her wrist.
Qian Guii spoke cautiously, “I just feel uneasy. With Tang Song’s exceptional background, do you think he and Ruanruan can really go the distance?”
Qian Guixiang’s heart skipped a beat, the elation from earlier giving way to a hint of nervousness.
“Why wouldn’t they? You’ve seen how well they get along! And look at everything Tang Song has done for us,” she argued, clearly fond of her future son-in-law. She was so impressed by him that the thought of Wen Ruan changing boyfriends was utterly unacceptable.
“They’re happy now, sure. But what about later?” Qian Guii sighed, her tone heavy with concern. “Tang Song is so young. Ruanruan is already 30. If they delay for another two or three years, he’ll only be 27 or 28, but what about Ruanruan? And let’s not forget the significant gap in their circumstances—it’s a bit worriso.”
“This... I...” Qian Guixiang faltered, her expression shifting.
Though not worldly, she understood the implications of her sister’s words.
“I think you need to consider Ruanruan’s future,” Qian Guii continued. “She’s not getting any younger. If she spends a few more years with Tang Song and things don’t work out in the end, she’ll face imnse pressure from her age, marriage prospects, career, and even supporting you and your husband in old age.”
“Auntie, that’s a very real concern,” Lv Feifei interjected as she approached. She glanced toward the private room and then said softly, “In the marriage market, a woman’s core competitiveness is often tied to her age. Ruanruan really can’t afford to wait any longer. You and Uncle should have a conversation with her and see if they can at least get engaged first.”
“Engaged? They’ve only just started dating...” Qian Guixiang murmured, her thoughts in turmoil.
With Wen Ruan about to start a demanding new role at Xingyun International Group, marriage and children were out of the question for now. Could they even consider an engagent two or three years in advance?
Would Tang Song agree?
“If not...” Lv Feifei hesitated, biting her lip before continuing, “Then see how their relationship develops. Once it stabilizes and they start planning for the future, maybe Tang Song can help Ruanruan with her career—like securing a high-paying, sustainable job for her.”
She sighed. “Of course, this is just my suggestion. It’s not the right ti to bring this up now. I just wanted to give you and Uncle sothing to think about.”
Having spent years in the financial sector, Lv Feifei had witnessed her fair share of harsh realities and chaotic situations. But such thoughts weren’t appropriate to share with her aunt, so she opted for a gentler approach.
“Thank you, Feifei,” Qian Guixiang replied distractedly, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.
Back in the private room, Qian Guixiang’s gaze fell on her daughter, who was glowing with happiness by Tang Song’s side.
Her heart, however, grew increasingly heavy.
Wen Ruan had always been the one evaluating others, given her beauty, figure, and academic background.
But now, knowing Tang Song’s situation, the roles had completely reversed.
It was no longer about her choosing him, but whether he would want to get married and how long their relationship could last.
What should we do?!
By 2 p.m., lunch was nearing its end.
So of Wang Fenger’s relatives who had parked nearby said their goodbyes and left directly after exiting the restaurant.
As the group strolled towards the community’s main gate, Aunt Wang Fenger suddenly smiled and said, “Tang Song, I heard from the second sister that you have a house in Shengyuan Scenic Residence. Does that an we’re neighbors now? How about we drop by for a visit?”
Lv Feifei blinked and quickly chid in, “Exactly! Since we’re here, let’s check it out. Who knows, maybe one day Ruanruan will be living there, right? I’m so curious!” She playfully patted Wen Ruan’s arm as she spoke.
Qian Guixiang exchanged a glance with her husband, both visibly intrigued.
Wen Ruan hesitated for a mont before softly saying, “The weather is so hot right now, maybe we shouldn’t trouble Tang Song. Besides, he wasn’t prepared for guests—it might not be appropriate to show up unannounced.”
Her mind raced with worries. She didn’t know how many won Tang Song had been involved with, and what if this house was tied to one of them?
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“We’re not outsiders; it’s just a quick look,” Qian Guii said, turning to Tang Song. “Of course, it’s up to Tang Song. If it’s inconvenient, we can visit another ti.”
Seeing Wen Ruan’s hesitant gaze, Tang Song gently wrapped an arm around her waist, his smile radiant. “It’s no trouble at all. I was planning to take Ruanruan, Uncle, and Aunt to see it anyway. I even left a surprise there for Ruanruan.”
Hearing this, Qian Guixiang bead with joy. “Well, let’s go take a look, then!”
The couple was deeply curious about Tang Song’s property. The ntion of his house at Shengyuan Scenic Residence had piqued their interest, but with so many unfamiliar relatives around earlier, it wasn’t the right ti to ask.
Wen Ruan blinked, her expression softening with understanding.
Tang Song had ntioned preparing two surprises for her when they returned from Beijing. Clearly, he had anticipated today’s visit and made special arrangents.
Her heart inexplicably fluttered with anticipation.
Being a hopeless romantic at heart, she couldn’t help but look forward to occasional gestures of romance from her boyfriend—like the ti he surprised her in Beijing and serenaded her with "Anheqiao."
The thought of it still made her smile uncontrollably.
“Mom, the sun’s too harsh, and your health isn’t great. Why don’t you rest upstairs instead of going out? I can drive you ho later,” Qian Chengjun suggested.
But Wen Ruan’s grandmother waved it off with a dialect-accented reply, “It’s fine! I’m so happy today—I feel completely refreshed, not tired at all.”
Lv Feifei chuckled, covering her mouth. “Haha, you’re as strong as ever, Grandma! You’ll definitely live a long and healthy life.”
The group continued chatting as they walked through the community gates, following the clean, well-paved stone paths.
The surrounding greenery was lush, with flowers in full bloom. At the center of the community, a crystal-clear artificial lake shimred in the sunlight, creating a serene and picturesque scene.
The tranquil environnt made it feel like a walk through a garden, softening the sumr heat.
After a brief introduction to the community’s anities, Wang Fenger asked curiously, “By the way, Tang Song, I forgot to ask—what’s your building number?”
“Building 6.”
“Building 6...” Wang Fenger repeated, her expression suddenly freezing. She let out a startled exclamation, “Building 6!?”
“What’s the matter, Fenger?” Qian Guixiang frowned. “Is there sothing wrong?”
Before Wang Fenger could respond, Qian Mingfeng and Sun Jie exchanged a glance and blurted out, “The villa zone!”
Though they had only recently moved in, the couple often visited to monitor their renovation progress and were familiar with the community layout.
Shengyuan Scenic Residence had six three-story villa buildings and 15 mid-rise apartnt blocks.
The villas were located in the heart of the community, offering the most privacy, tranquility, and premium surroundings.
They had often strolled around the area, admiring the villas as symbols of wealth and status.
“A... a villa?” Qian Guixiang stamred, gripping her elderly mother’s arm for support as she reeled in shock.
Swallowing hard, Wang Fenger explained, “Buildings 1 to 6 are all townhouses. I didn’t expect you to live in the villa zone, Tang Song—wow.”
Her earlier assertive deanor subtly softened. She wasn’t foolish; she knew the prestige associated with owning a villa in Shengyuan Scenic Residence.
These properties were never listed on the open market. Their owners were either wealthy elites or influential figures—people well beyond their reach.
Tang Song remained composed, holding Wen Ruan’s hand as he nodded. “Yes, it’s a corner unit in a townhouse.”
Wang Fenger asked cautiously, “Oh... the 360-square-ter layout with a garden? That’s... nice, very nice.”
All eyes fell on Tang Song, their expressions a mix of awe and disbelief.
A 360-square-ter corner townhouse, complete with renovations, was worth 20 million yuan—a pri asset that could be liquidated at any ti.
Qian Chengjun took a deep breath, his mind racing and his heart pounding. His niece’s boyfriend might be even more extraordinary than he had imagined—soone who was already among Yan City’s elite.
A pang of regret struck him.
If only he had agreed to lend money to his sister back then. That would have made it easier to ask for help in the future if needed.
anwhile, Qian Guii and her daughter exchanged a look, both seeing the shock mirrored in each other’s eyes.
Lv Feifei bit her lip as her gaze lingered on Tang Song’s striking profile, her thoughts dazed.
This was beyond what she had envisioned.
Having worked in Yan City’s comrcial banking sector for years, she was familiar with the circles of the wealthy. Anyone who could afford a villa in Shengyuan Scenic Residence was likely worth over a billion yuan.
That placed Tang Song in an entirely different stratum of society.
Feeling the shift in her relatives’ attitudes, Wen Ruan sighed inwardly.
Wen Ruan couldn’t help but feel conflicted as she pondered the stark difference between herself and Tang Song. This was precisely why she had been so torn before.
The group walked along the pathway, and the atmosphere grew subtly tense.
Turning a corner past a mid-rise building, they were greeted by rows of immaculate three-story villas.
“We’re here,” Tang Song said, giving Wen Ruan’s hand a gentle squeeze before suddenly stopping.
Everyone else halted as well, still in a daze.
The villa before them featured an elegant architectural design, blending modern simplicity with classical sophistication. The walls were a soft, understated beige that harmonized perfectly with the surrounding greenery.
Large panes of deep-colored glass reflected the azure sky and the silhouettes of circling birds.
Qian Guixiang let go of her mother’s hand, her body trembling as she gazed at the upscale villa.
“Tang Song, is this... your big villa? It’s stunning!”
The house was truly magnificent.
If Ruanruan could marry Tang Song and live here, how wonderful that would be!
Through the outer wall, Wen Ruan could see vibrant flowers blooming and lush green lawns. Her eyes sparkled with longing.
She had been here before, but only to visit Xie Shuyu, a female CEO, laptop in hand.
Back then, it had been autumn, and as she walked through the villa district under blue skies, surrounded by fiery red maple leaves, warm sunlight, and gentle breezes, she had fantasized about living here soday.
Of course, being a practical woman, she would never make such an unreasonable demand.
She didn’t presu that being Tang Song’s girlfriend entitled her to a car or a house.
He had already done so much for her—entrusting her with shares of Xingyun International Group, appointing her as president of Light and Shadow dia, and paving the way for her career.
That was more than enough, and she was deeply grateful.
“Renovations were just completed recently, and I hadn’t had the chance to bring Ruanruan here before,” Tang Song said with a smile as he leaned closer to her. “Do you like it, Ruanruan?”
Wen Ruan froze for a mont before nodding sincerely. “Of course I like it. Who wouldn’t love a villa like this?”
Then, with a playful grin, she added, “What’s the point? Even if I like it, are you going to give it to ?”
“Snap!” Tang Song made a crisp finger snap, his smile deepening. “If you give a kiss, I’ll hand it over to you.”
The mont those words left his mouth, the group fell silent, everyone staring at him in disbelief.
“Hey, hey, hey! I was just joking, and you’re teasing now?” Wen Ruan pinched his cheek, her tone mock-annoyed. “Careful, or I might take you seriously and refuse to leave!”
The tension eased as everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
So, it was just a playful exchange between a couple.
After all, this was a villa worth 20 million yuan—an incredibly rare and valuable property that symbolized status and prestige.
Privately, they had speculated about Tang Song’s net worth and background. Considering his age and industry, he was likely a second-generation rich kid.
Even if Tang Song wanted to give the house away, his family probably wouldn’t allow it.
“Then take seriously!” Tang Song stepped closer, facing Wen Ruan directly.
Behind them, Lv Feifei bit her lip, then gave her cousin a gentle push, joining in with a playful tone. “Ruanruan, since Tang Song offered, why not give him a kiss? Let ride on your coattails and experience life in a luxury villa too!”
Wen Ruan glared at her cousin but then looked up at her boyfriend, tall and dashing. She licked her lips slightly, genuinely tempted.
Standing on her tiptoes, she gave him a firm kiss on the lips. “Alright, enough joking. It’s so hot outside—let’s head in.”
Tang Song’s smile widened as he stepped aside and gestured toward the villa door. “The password is your birthday. Welco to your villa, Miss Wen Ruan! Feel free to explore.”
“What... what do you an?” Wen Ruan’s eyes widened in shock.
“This is the first surprise I promised you. I renovated it based on your preferences. Go take a look and see if you like it.”
Her heart thundered in her chest, the sound nearly drowning out everything else.
Heat rushed to her face, turning it crimson.
Qian Guixiang and her husband, Wen Jianxin, froze in place, their minds blank as they struggled to process what was happening.
The sound of several sharp intakes of breath broke the silence.
“What!?” Wang Fenger, who had just begun to relax, couldn’t stop herself from exclaiming aloud.
Wen Ruan’s grandmother grabbed Qian Guii’s hand tightly, muttering, “Amitabha,” to calm herself.
Qian Chengjun quickly stepped forward to support his mother, his gaze at Tang Song filled with astonishnt.
He couldn’t shake the thought that Tang Song must be joking.
“Are you serious?” Wen Ruan asked, her voice trembling as her eyes t Tang Song’s.
“Of course,” Tang Song replied, wrapping an arm around her waist and gently guiding her toward the villa’s entrance.
Wen Ruan took a few deep breaths, her chest rising and falling dramatically.
A villa in Shengyuan Scenic Residence. A villa with a garden. A 20-million-yuan villa...
You’re going to be the death of !
Finally calming herself, Wen Ruan extended her trembling hand to enter her birthdate.
“Beep-beep-beep—”
“Click—”
The fingerprint lock released, and the door swung open.
Inside, the garden was lush and vibrant, with a kaleidoscope of blooming flowers in every imaginable color. The sight was breathtaking.
The villa, brimming with a sleek, modern aesthetic, unfolded completely before them.
Everyone stood silent, their minds a whirl of disbelief. Almost instinctively, they followed Wen Ruan inside, as if pulled along by an unseen force.
Tang Song walked beside them, thoughtfully pointing out details.
The villa boasted three garden courtyards, totaling around 170 square ters of gifted space. Additionally, the basent, terrace, and rooftop garden were not included in the official square footage.
While the listed property size was 360 square ters, the usable area was significantly larger.
Despite being over a decade old, the villa’s structure was impeccably maintained. Its dark floor-to-ceiling windows and natural stone walls exuded tiless elegance.
Walking on the cobblestone path through the lush garden, Wen Ruan took in the vibrant flowers and the beautiful architecture of the townhouse.
Dopamine and endorphins surged through her brain, lifting her spirits to euphoric heights as if she were walking on clouds.
After entering the security code, the villa’s heavy armored door opened.
Still dazed, Wen Ruan stepped onto the gleaming marble floor, feeling like she had stepped into a dream world.
The villa’s interior design embraced a modern, minimalist style. Neutral tones dominated the palette, complented by warm wooden elents and walls painted in soft beige latex.
The materials were of the highest quality, and the luxurious finishes lent the space an air of understated opulence.
Sunlight stread in through expansive windows, bathing the room in a bright and inviting glow.
In the center of the living room stood a large bouquet of blooming red tulips.
Behind the tulips was a photo wall filled with pictures of her—snapshots from her social dia, ones she had sent to Tang Song, and even candid monts shared with her closest friends.
They showcased every expression, pose, and stage of her life.
Wen Ruan’s heart lted as tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over in hot, heavy drops.
Behind her, the group of relatives exchanged bewildered glances, their voices hushed with awe. They felt as though they were in a surreal dream.
Tang Song gently wiped Wen Ruan’s tears, holding her hand as he began introducing the villa with a cheerful tone.
The open kitchen connected to the dining area, equipped with high-end custom cabinets and integrated appliances.
A central island, crafted from granite, stood prominently, while a solid wood dining table could accommodate ten guests at once.
The first floor was mostly dedicated to communal spaces, with a single bedroom for elders. That room, cozy and functional, included an en-suite bathroom and walk-in closet.
Standing by the large, dark windows, Qian Guixiang leaned against the wall, feeling short of breath.
Biting her tongue hard, the sharp pain reminded her that this was no dream.
With Tang Song’s care and thoughtfulness, all the concerns voiced earlier by Lv Feifei and Qian Guii now seed irrelevant.
Her daughter—what kind of incredible fortune had brought such a boyfriend into her life?
The other relatives were rendered speechless, marveling at Tang Song’s every action and gesture. He seed to embody an effortless elegance and poise that hinted at his extraordinary background.
The villa spanned three floors above ground and two below, with an internal elevator connecting all levels.
The first basent floor led directly to the underground parking lot and featured a private entrance, a foyer with a walk-in closet, and a fully equipped gym brimming with professional-grade equipnt.
A separate recreational area provided space for relaxation and entertainnt.
The second basent housed a multipurpose storage room and a wine cellar.
The group took the elevator to the third floor.
The dia room had undergone extensive upgrades, furnished with high-end computers, sound systems, projectors, massage chairs, and sofas.
Next to it was a converted private workspace, complete with a height-adjustable desk, ergonomic chair, bookshelves, and notebooks.
On the rooftop garden, weather-resistant wooden flooring supported comfortable outdoor seating and a tea table, surrounded by ticulously arranged flowers and greenery.
Descending to the second floor, Tang Song opened the master bedroom door.
Wen Ruan stepped in and felt montarily dizzy.
The master suite had been designed to replicate her current living space. The familiar layout instantly put her at ease, as if she had returned ho.
Moving into the luxurious walk-in closet, her eyes landed on a beautifully frad pencil sketch displayed on a shelf.
It depicted a woman crying—herself, during her farewell with Tang Song at Yanjing Tiancheng.
“Tang Song…” she called out, her voice trembling with emotion, before turning to throw her arms around him.
Breathing in the faint scent of alcohol on him, Wen Ruan felt a surge of warmth and security.
At that mont, she thought, Even if Su Yu were standing before , I wouldn’t feel the slightest fear.
As he held her tightly, looking into her teary, sparkling eyes, Tang Song murmured silently in his heart:
"Zhuangzhuang, you must be the happiest person in the world."
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