novelraw Chapter 201: What's the Best Way to Describe You?
Chapter 201: What's the Best Way to Describe You?
June 4, 2023, Sunday, Partly Cloudy to Sunny, 18~31℃.
Hongfu Breakfast Shop.
“Slurp, slurp—” Zhao Yaqian sipped her millet porridge, her eyes curving into crescents as she gazed at Tang Song across the table, a wide smile playing on her lips.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Tang Song asked curiously while munching on a meat bun.
Zhao Yaqian licked her lips. “Brother Song, I’ve almost finished organizing the house you gave me. I bought a ton of beautiful furniture, decorations, and wall hangings. I’ve also been buying lots of pretty clothes lately. But the wardrobe in the walk-in closet still looks a bit empty.”
She glanced around, lowered her head slightly, and whispered excitedly, “Oh, and I bought some fun little outfits online. They’ll arrive in a couple of days. Once I’ve finished organizing the house, why don’t you come over and stay for a few days? I can show you each one, one by one.”
Tang Song’s eyes lit up as he imagined his cosmetologist friend’s curvaceous figure in alluring lingerie. A surge of warmth rose within him.
“Qianqian, you can always buy duplicates of the same style. Don’t worry about wasting money,” he suggested. After all, such items were mostly disposable.
“Okay.” Zhao Yaqian’s face turned slightly red. Under the table, her long, shapely legs shifted forward, gently rubbing against Tang Song’s.
It was a steamy breakfast.After finishing their meal, the two strolled along the pedestrian street for a while before Zhao Yaqian returned to Yanjing Huating, took a shower, styled her hair, and started picking out clothes.
She had recently enrolled in driving school through Slover Trust, a VIP-customized program with a senior female instructor, pick-up and drop-off service, and certification in just over 20 days. Owning her car was one of her moderate dreams.
Now that money wasn’t an issue, she planned to buy a car as soon as she got her license and received this month’s “salary.” Xiaoxue had already recommended several gorgeous models to her.
She stepped into the luxurious walk-in closet of the master bedroom.
Under the soft lighting, the creamy white decor with light wood accents created a warm yet elegant atmosphere.
The main feature of the closet was a large, multifunctional wardrobe with sleek, transparent glass doors. Inside, sections were clearly defined.
On one side was a hanging area filled with various garments—from graceful dresses to smart blazers and comfortable sportswear. The other side featured folded items, storage compartments, neatly stacked underwear, socks, and some exquisite handbags and hats.
A refined shoe rack displayed an array of footwear in different styles and colors.
There was a spacious, full-length mirror, a leather-wrapped shoe bench, and a plush carpet.
Zhao Yaqian’s sensual figure trembled slightly as excitement flushed her cheeks.
Every girl dreams of being a princess, and this was her castle.
She could decorate and transform this house however she liked, making it her perfect haven. She could invite friends over, cook delicious meals in the dual kitchens, and share joyful moments.
This was her house—complete with a deed and contract—bringing her an unmatched sense of security and stability.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt her programmer boyfriend’s affection. Every detail showed how much he cared for her, making her feel truly cherished.
The 19-year-old cosmetologist slipped off her clothes and spun in the center of the closet, her fingers brushing over the luxurious outfits she had once only dreamed of owning.
“Tang Song, no matter what, I’ll never leave you,” she murmured, her eyes misting slightly.
…
She donned a trendy casual outfit, stepped out of the closet, and began packing items into her beloved Carryall bag.
“Ring, ring—” Her phone suddenly rang.
She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. It was Li Yuru from the Beneficiary Rights Protection Department at Slover Trust, one of the staff members dedicated to her services.
Zhao Yaqian quickly answered with a sweet voice, “Hello?”
Soon, a soft female voice came through the receiver. “Good morning, Ms. Zhao. Is this a good time to talk?”
“Yes, please go ahead,” Zhao Yaqian replied, instantly perking up. It was the first time they’d proactively contacted her.
“It’s like this. Previously, you mentioned wanting to participate in social activities. We’ve arranged for you to attend the Hermès Exhibition and the Shanghai International Film Festival. I’ll send the details to your WeChat shortly. Please check them.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll take a look.”
“If you’re interested, let me know promptly, and I’ll assist with the arrangements. By the way, Ms. Su Yu will also attend this film festival. The invitation we secured for you includes premium seats, so you’ll be able to see many celebrities.”
Zhao Yaqian’s heart leaped, and she immediately replied, “Got it, thank you. I’ll let you know soon.”
After hanging up, excitement washed over her face.
Brother Song’s trust company was truly amazing!
Before long, a WeChat message arrived with the event details and schedule.
Zhao Yaqian bit her lip and forwarded the information to Lin Muxue, adding, “Xiaoxue, remember what you mentioned earlier? The trust company responded—what do you think of these two events?”
Not being very knowledgeable about such matters, she relied on Lin Muxue, whose social media often featured similar high-class events.
When there was no reply after a few minutes, Zhao Yaqian was about to call her when—
“Ding-dong, ding-dong—”
The doorbell rang.
Peering through the screen, Zhao Yaqian quickly opened the door with a surprised look. “Xiaoxue, you’re here!”
Lin Muxue, dressed in workout clothes and glistening with sweat, panted slightly as she said, “Are you sure you can attend these events? Were you really invited by the trust company?”
“Yes, they made the arrangements and said they’d plan the itinerary once I confirmed.”
“You absolutely must go!” Lin Muxue gripped Zhao Yaqian’s hand tightly. “Qianqian, you’re my best friend and sister. This is your first time attending such high-class events—you might get flustered. I want to go with you. Besides, I still have unused vacation days.”
“Okay, wait a moment. I’ll ask if I can bring someone along.” Zhao Yaqian quickly dialed the phone again.
The call was answered promptly.
“Hello, Ms. Zhao. How may I assist you?”
Looking at Lin Muxue, Zhao Yaqian asked directly, “If I attend, can I bring someone with me?”
After a brief pause, Li Yuru replied warmly, “Of course. However, we’ll need to review their information, as stipulated in your trust agreement. Please send their details to my WeChat, and I’ll get back to you promptly.”
“Alright, thank you.”
Hanging up, Lin Muxue eagerly took Zhao Yaqian’s phone, nervously entered her name and ID number, and sent them over.
These two events were among the hottest topics in Shanghai at the moment.
In her socialite group chat, Lin Muxue had seen endless discussions about them.
For the Hermès Exhibition, attendees needed to be VIC members of Hermès—a status requiring annual spending of over 10 million yuan. Only the truly wealthy and influential could attend.
Not to mention the Shanghai International Film Festival, where one could meet celebrities up close. Just a few photos with stars would set her social media ablaze.
She could already imagine how spectacular her posts on WeChat Moments, Douyin, and her socialite group chat would be.
“Ding-dong—”
A WeChat message arrived.
[Beneficiary Rights Protection Dept. - Li Yuru]: “Ms. Lin’s information has been approved. She can accompany you. We’ll arrange round-trip flights, accommodations, and a car for both of you.”
“Aah!” Lin Muxue couldn’t help but squeal, throwing her arms around Zhao Yaqian and planting a kiss on her cheek. “Qianqian, once the itinerary is set, let me know right away. We’ll have the best time in Shanghai! I know that city inside out. I promise to make sure you enjoy yourself to the fullest!”
“Okay, thank you, Xiaoxue. I’d honestly be a little scared to go alone.”
Lin Muxue clenched her fists, staring at Zhao Yaqian. The more she looked, the more adorable, beautiful, and kind her friend seemed.
In her heart, she silently vowed, Qianqian, I’ll do my best to be a true sister to you. When the time comes, let’s all hang out with Tang Song. I’ll even carry the team for you in games!
…
Jinxiu New City Apartments.
“Ring, ring—”
The phone buzzed.
Wen Ruan, who was watching a variety show with Zhang Ziqi, picked it up, glanced at the caller ID, and stood up. “Hello, Qinqin? You’re here already?”
“Okay, I’ll come down to meet you.”
She hung up, waved to her friend, and said, “Let’s go downstairs to pick up the stuff.”
Zhang Ziqi quickly paused the show, tied her hair into a ponytail, and started putting on her shoes.
Downstairs, they found a shady spot to stand while chatting about the items they needed to purchase.
That morning, Wen Ruan had called her parents again. From her mother’s tone, it was clear that things wouldn’t settle for at least a month. This meant she’d have to stay away from home for an extended period.
To avoid further conflict, she had asked her younger cousin, Wen Qinqin, to bring her some daily essentials and clothes from her house in Green Oasis Garden.
Confronting her furious mother was something Wen Ruan didn’t have the courage to do, especially after her recent behavior, which had caused a massive fallout, embarrassing her parents, relatives, and even the prospective match her family had arranged.
But that was precisely her intention.
Her reputation in the matchmaking circles had been utterly ruined, ensuring she wouldn’t have to deal with arranged dates anytime soon.
Currently, the thought of meeting other men or even engaging in casual conversations made her uncomfortable. For some reason, it felt like betraying Tang Song, leaving her with a deep sense of guilt.
“Vroom, vroom.”
The sound of tires on asphalt grew louder.
A pink Lynk & Co 06 slowly pulled up and parked by the entrance.
Wearing a mint-green dress, Wen Qinqin stepped out of the car and handed over the keys. “Sis, you still look stunning—even from afar. And of course, Sister Ziqi is gorgeous too.”
Wen Ruan had left her car keys at home when she was kicked out after drinking a bit too much the day before.
Taking the keys, Wen Ruan affectionately patted her cousin on the head. “You’re such a sweet talker.”
The two cousins were close in age, making their relationship warm and playful.
Wen Qinqin, at 25, could barely be considered a small beauty. But next to Wen Ruan, she looked quite ordinary.
It took over half an hour for the three of them to get everything sorted.
Looking at how crowded the one-bedroom apartment had become, Zhang Ziqi was tempted to say, "Zhuangzhuang, why don’t you just move into President Tang’s spacious flat? And take me with you!"
Wen Qinqin glanced at her phone and smiled. “By the way, did Cousin Lina call you this morning?”
“Yes, she did. She wants us to come over for lunch,” Wen Ruan replied, handing her a bottle of water. “It’s probably just to show off her new house.”
Their family had long moved out of the villages around Yan City due to redevelopment. Each household had received compensation in the form of apartments.
However, the developers had gone bankrupt, leaving their promised homes as mere empty pits. With real estate prices falling, the land had been left idle. Most of them now lived in rented apartments.
This was a sore point for the entire family, and whenever they got together, they would vent their frustration before sighing heavily. As a result, they placed extra importance on owning property.
After earning some money, Wen Ruan had pooled funds with her parents to buy a two-bedroom unit in Green Oasis Garden, finally giving her family some stability. However, she now faced a monthly mortgage payment of 3,300 yuan.
Qiao Lina, their older cousin from their aunt’s side, was about the same age as Wen Ruan but had been married for two years. Recently, her husband’s business had taken off, and they’d moved into a spacious three-bedroom apartment in the city center.
Although it was a secondhand home, its excellent renovation and upscale atmosphere were more than enough to show off. Her social media constantly featured updates about her life—her husband, her house, and her daily routines.
This constant comparison was one reason Wen Ruan’s parents were so eager to set her up with someone.
“Ding!”
A WeChat notification interrupted her thoughts.
Wen Qinqin checked her phone and said, “My boyfriend’s on his way to pick me up. Why don’t we ride with him to lunch?”
“Sure. I haven’t met your new boyfriend yet, so I’ll need to evaluate him properly,” Wen Ruan teased with a grin.
Wen Qinqin smiled sheepishly, her tone proud. “He’s a total hottie. I chased him purely for his looks.”
Wen Ruan laughed and said, “Ziqi, you should join us. After lunch, we can visit Xingyue City to watch a movie and go shopping.”
Because she lived nearby, Zhang Ziqi often visited Wen Ruan’s place and was familiar with her family members. Feeling guilty, Zhang Ziqi looked at her phone and said, “You two go ahead. I’ll catch up after…um, a quick bathroom break.”
“Alright.” Wen Ruan grabbed her bag and headed downstairs with her cousin.
Near noon, the sun was blazing.
After only a few minutes of waiting in the shade, a white BMW 3 Series pulled up.
“Chen Hao!” Wen Qinqin called, waving excitedly.
The car stopped beside them, and the window rolled down, revealing vibrant music playing inside.
A young man, around 170 cm tall, stepped out. Slim but not skinny, with a clean-cut, handsome face, he dressed in a simple yet stylish outfit.
He was indeed a good-looking guy.
Wen Qinqin grabbed his arm and introduced him cheerfully. “Chen Hao, this is my cousin Wen Ruan. I told you about her before. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Chen Hao’s eyes lit up with awe as he saw Wen Ruan.
She stood at a height matching his own, her mature and enchanting features complemented by a striking figure and long legs.
Though she wore a plain T-shirt and jeans, her charm was irresistible.
Chen Hao straightened his posture instinctively, wanting to present his best self.
With a bright smile, he greeted, “Hello, Sister Wen Ruan. I’m Chen Hao.” ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Wen Ruan frowned slightly but returned the greeting politely.
While they waited for Zhang Ziqi, Wen Qinqin suddenly asked, “Sis, I heard from Auntie that you said you had a boyfriend and even planned to bring him home. What happened with that?”
Wen Ruan’s face twitched. Her mother really needed to keep her mouth shut.
“It’s nothing. We just didn’t feel compatible.”
“What kind of person was he? Must’ve been super handsome and charming, right?” Wen Qinqin pressed, curiosity evident.
Chen Hao perked up, keen to know what this stunning woman looked for in a partner.
Wen Ruan’s lips tightened as memories of Tang Song flashed in her mind—his every movement and expression.
Taking a deep breath, she found herself unable to describe him.
The roar of an engine suddenly drew their attention.
A sleek black BMW 330 slowly approached.
Wen Ruan raised an eyebrow in recognition before her eyes widened in surprise.
The door opened, and Tang Song stepped out in a white short-sleeved shirt, jeans, and white sneakers.
The breeze tousled his hair as a faint smile graced his clean-cut face. His clear eyes locked onto hers.
Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat, her legs almost giving out beneath her.