novelraw Chapter 202: Intense Feelings for You
Chapter 202: Intense Feelings for You
The scorching June sun was at its peak by noon.
Dressed in the "Summer's Whisper" outfit, Tang Song looked exceptionally refreshing.
The special effects that came with his attire made his hairstyle, features, and outfit appear naturally elegant. He stood there like a summer breeze, soothing the heat and irritation in one’s heart.
Radiating youthful energy, he exuded a bright and carefree charm.
Wen Ruan stared at him, her heartbeat audible in her ears.
Beside her, Wen Qinqin was momentarily stunned.
She was the textbook definition of someone captivated by good looks, and this young man before her—tall, well-built, and strikingly handsome—seemed straight out of a romance novel. His presence was graceful yet effortlessly magnetic.
Wen Ruan licked her dry lips and casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her voice softened. “Why did you suddenly come over? You didn’t even give me a heads-up.”
Tang Song’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I heard my girlfriend got kicked out of her house, so I came to surprise her.”
Hearing how he addressed her, Wen Ruan’s eyes grew misty. She bit her lip and, feigning amusement, said, “Who’s your girlfriend? I don’t remember agreeing to that. Your sister here is still single, thank you very much.”With Wen Qinqin present, if word got back to her parents or relatives, it would be disastrous. Not because Tang Song wasn’t good enough—on the contrary, he was too good.
If her family learned about him, they’d undoubtedly flaunt the fact that she had snagged such a "golden catch." However, the subsequent pressure to marry would be unbearable.
Tang Song took a few steps forward and wrapped his arm around her slim waist. Breathing in her familiar perfume, he leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek.
Wen Qinqin’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Her cousin’s boyfriend was this handsome guy?
Chen Hao, standing nearby, watched the scene unfold, his expression sour with jealousy.
Although his girlfriend was a petite beauty, there was no comparing her to someone like Wen Ruan.
And this man—Tang Song—was undoubtedly outstanding. Not only taller and more charismatic, but he also carried himself with an air of sophistication.
Wen Ruan froze, staring at Tang Song just inches away. His scent lingered around her, making her heart race.
This annoying little brother! You know I can’t resist you, and you still tease me like this? One day, I’ll drench you with water magic until you’re unconscious!
She gently pushed against his chest and averted her gaze. “Broad daylight, and you’re acting indecent.”
Tang Song chuckled, his eyes fixed on her. The more he looked at her, the more he liked what he saw.
Her nickname, "Zhuangzhuang," suited her perfectly.
With her broad frame, hourglass figure, and curvy proportions, she exuded strength and allure. Unless she wore fitted clothes, her overall appearance might seem sturdy. But having personally experienced it, he knew how toned and shapely she truly was.
Wen Qinqin swallowed hard, nervously twisting the hem of her mint-green dress. “Sis, is this…your boyfriend? How come you never mentioned him?”
“No, no, don’t overthink it, Qinqin.” Wen Ruan tugged her cousin’s arm and added, “This is the person you were asking about earlier—Tang Song.”
“Oh, got it! Don’t worry, sis, I understand.” Wen Qinqin nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and gossip.
Having grown up with Wen Ruan, she’d never seen her so close with a man before, let alone one who kissed her so casually.
Even with Gu Cheng—the one everyone said had a chance—there had only been a few shared meals and bike rides.
But this man was seriously attractive, making him a perfect match for her cousin.
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, tightening his hold on Wen Ruan’s waist.
So stubborn, Zhuangzhuang!
Wen Ruan blushed, wriggling free from his grip, and introduced, “Tang Song, this is my cousin Wen Qinqin, and her boyfriend, Chen Hao.”
“Hello.”
“Nice to meet you!”
Wen Qinqin greeted him warmly, while Chen Hao’s gaze flickered with envy as he looked at Tang Song.
Footsteps echoed from the stairwell.
Zhang Ziqi appeared, her face lit with a smile. “Sorry for the wait!”
As her eyes landed on Tang Song, a mix of surprise and admiration flickered across her face.
Wow, so this is the look you’ve been hiding? Just jeans and a shirt, and you’re still ridiculously handsome. Walking down the street, your head-turn rate must rival Zhuangzhuang in yoga pants!
Wen Ruan smacked Zhang Ziqi’s backside playfully. “Keeping secrets, huh? Ziqi, I think you’ve been getting a bit too bold lately!”
Zhang Ziqi chuckled sheepishly and quickly changed the subject. “It’s getting late; let’s head out.”
Wen Qinqin chimed in, “Sis, since Tang Song’s here, he should come with us. The more, the merrier.”
Her cousin finally found such an outstanding boyfriend—it was worth showing off a bit.
“Exactly!” Zhang Ziqi grinned. “Tang Song, we’re visiting Wen Ruan’s relatives for lunch and then hitting the mall for some shopping and a movie. Want to join?”
Wen Ruan hesitated, her tongue grazing her teeth as she mulled it over.
Today wasn’t a formal housewarming, just a casual gathering among the younger generation. No aunts or uncles would be present.
But bringing Tang Song might still lead to gossip.
Looking at the man who’d come all this way to surprise her, she couldn’t bear to part from him.
Tang Song noticed her hesitation and smiled. “If it’s inconvenient, I’ll skip it.”
Wen Ruan’s heart skipped a beat. “It’s just a casual meal—nothing inconvenient. Let’s go.”
She headed straight for the passenger seat of his BMW 330, with Zhang Ziqi slipping into the back.
Once everyone was in their cars, Wen Ruan set up the GPS on her phone.
A black BMW and a white one drove out of the complex in tandem.
Wen Ruan turned toward Tang Song in the driver’s seat. “Thanks, little brother.” Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novęlfire.net
She deeply valued family and had been upset since her argument with her parents. Tang Song’s presence was undoubtedly to comfort her.
Tang Song smiled. “No need, Zhuangzhuang.”
She lightly smacked his leg. “Don’t call me that! That’s just nonsense among friends!”
“Okay, Zhuangzhuang.” Tang Song chuckled, patting her thigh in return.
“Pfft!” From the backseat, Zhang Ziqi burst out laughing before quickly covering her mouth. “My bad, my bad!”
Wen Ruan’s chest heaved with frustration, realizing her image as the composed older sister was thoroughly ruined in Tang Song’s eyes.
It was a slow drive through Yan City on a weekend.
After over half an hour, they reached Yuanhe Mansion, where Tang Song parked near the commercial area.
Looking around, he recognized the surroundings. Yunxi Tower, Yanjing Tiancheng—he’d been here just this morning.
Soon, Wen Qinqin and Chen Hao arrived as well.
Chen Hao retrieved a box of premium tea from his trunk, earning praise from Wen Qinqin.
Wen Ruan glanced at her phone. “Wait a sec. I’ll grab some gifts from the shop.”
Before she could go far, Tang Song held her hand. “No need. I’ve got something in the car.”
From his trunk, he retrieved an orange LV gift bag.
“Wow! LV?” Wen Qinqin exclaimed.
Wen Ruan frowned. “This is too extravagant for a casual visit.”
“It’s just a scarf,” Tang Song replied calmly.
Wen Qinqin’s eyes gleamed with envy. “I saw these scarves at the LV boutique in Xingyue City. They’re over two or three thousand yuan each—still pretty pricey.”
Tang Song nodded casually. “That sounds about right, but I don’t remember exactly. If you like, I’ll give your sister a few more, and you can ask her for one.”
Wen Qinqin blinked in disbelief, while Zhang Ziqi, thoroughly convinced, widened her eyes in excitement. “Actually, I could use a scarf—or maybe a hairband.”
LV scarves were a luxury she could technically afford, but it always felt too indulgent to splurge on.
“No problem. Just ask Wen Ruan later.” Tang Song grinned nonchalantly.
Wen Ruan opened her mouth, about to protest, but Zhang Ziqi quickly cut in, shouting gleefully, “Thank you, President Tang! You’re so generous!”
“Thanks a ton!” Wen Qinqin echoed, her face lighting up.
Wen Ruan sighed helplessly, giving up on arguing further.
Meanwhile, Chen Hao’s expression darkened. Internally, he fumed, Is this guy deliberately showing off? Acting like two or three thousand isn’t money—so smug! Sure, your BMW 330 is fancier than my 325 by a few thousand, but there’s no need to act superior!
The group entered the Yuanhe Mansion complex, heading toward building 9.
“Yuanhe Mansion is pretty great,” Wen Qinqin remarked, glancing at the towering structures. “Right in the city center, surrounded by shopping malls—it’s so convenient.”
“Yeah, it is. That’s why Lina won’t stop showing it off,” Wen Ruan admitted, a hint of envy in her tone.
When she and her parents were searching for a home, they’d spent two months looking all over Yan City. They eventually settled on the more affordable Green Oasis Garden, which had its downsides: a slightly remote location, tightly packed units, and less spacious living quarters.
In comparison, Yuanhe Mansion stood out with its prime location, excellent maintenance, and superior amenities, even though it was already a decade old.
Arriving at building 9, they used the intercom to enter and took the elevator to the 24th floor.
“Ding—” The elevator doors opened to reveal a tall, slender woman dressed in a light-colored blouse and skirt, exuding confidence with her frameless glasses and poised demeanor.
“Lina.”
“Lina Sis!”
“Welcome! You must be boiling in this heat—come on in and cool off.”
The living room was spacious and bright.
“Where’s your husband?” Wen Qinqin asked after glancing around.
“Oh, his company’s been swamped. Even weekends are no break for him. I couldn’t handle everything myself, so I ordered food from a nearby hotel—it’ll be here soon,” Qiao Lina said, though her beaming smile betrayed her pride.
Her gaze then shifted to Tang Song. Surprised, she asked, “And who might this be?”
Though she’d met Chen Hao before, this young man was a new face.
Wen Ruan pursed her lips and introduced, “This is Tang Song, a friend of mine. He happened to be visiting today, so I brought him along.”
“Oh?” Qiao Lina raised an eyebrow, scrutinizing the handsome and refined young man.
Her emotions were complicated.
As someone close in age to Wen Ruan and a former neighbor, their families often compared them growing up. Tang Song’s presence here, coupled with his obvious closeness to Wen Ruan, suggested he was more than a casual friend.
His striking looks and exceptional demeanor made her feel a pang of envy. Still, she reassured herself. Her own husband wasn’t lacking—his successful business had provided them with this very home.
“Congratulations on the new place. I couldn’t show up empty-handed,” Wen Ruan said, handing over the LV bag.
Qiao Lina accepted the bag with a startled expression. “Oh my gosh, LV? Is this for real?”
“It’s just a scarf. Don’t expect a bag,” Wen Ruan joked.
Even so, Qiao Lina clutched the bag like a prized treasure, her smile widening. “That’s plenty! Thank you, Wen Ruan. You’re so generous. Come, sit down and relax. The fridge is stocked with drinks—help yourselves!”
Chen Hao silently placed his box of tea on the table, his face expressionless.
After some small talk, Qiao Lina took Wen Ruan and Wen Qinqin on a tour of the apartment.
The unit was a spacious 130-square-meter, three-bedroom flat with a functional layout and warm, stylish decor. The east-facing balcony offered a stunning city view.
The high-end furniture, appliances, and thoughtful design reflected the home’s premium quality. Owning such a residence in the heart of Yan City was an undeniable symbol of success.
As the two cousins admired the space, their envy was written all over their faces.
Seeing this, Qiao Lina’s smile grew even brighter. After all, achieving such a life and showcasing it to her relatives brought her immense satisfaction.
Back in the living room, Tang Song sipped a cold Coke, his thoughts drifting as he observed Wen Ruan.
She seemed particularly fascinated by the apartment. Perhaps this could be a key to surprising her in the future.
At noon, the ordered food finally arrived, filling the table with delicious dishes.
“Knock, knock!”
The doorbell rang.
Qiao Lina opened it with a cheerful smile. “Xiaoman! You made it just in time!”
A lively girl, about 20 years old, with a chic short haircut, entered. Her voice was sweet as she greeted, “Wen Ruan Sis, Qinqin Sis, Ziqi Sis, good afternoon!”
“Xiaoman!”
“Xiaoman, come sit!”
Chen Xiaoman skipped over to the table, her gaze lingering on Tang Song. Her cheeks reddened as she quickly looked away.
Turning to Chen Hao, she said, “So this is your boyfriend, Qinqin Sis? He’s even more handsome than his pictures on social media!”
“Flatterer,” Wen Qinqin teased. “I owe you a milk tea for that one.”
Chen Hao nodded politely. “Hello, Xiaoman.”
“Hi!”
Chen Xiaoman then turned to Tang Song with wide eyes. “Wen Ruan Sis, is this handsome guy Gu Cheng? Everyone says he’s amazing, but I didn’t expect him to be this good-looking—better than the campus heartthrobs!”
Tang Song raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at Wen Ruan.
Her smile stiffened as she quickly explained, “Gu Cheng was a blind date set up by my family. We barely interacted.”
Hearing this, Chen Xiaoman gasped, covering her mouth. “Oh no! Sorry, I’ve been away at school and don’t know much about your situation. That was careless of me!”
“Mm.” Tang Song nodded calmly.
Wen Ruan’s heart clenched as she instinctively grabbed his hand. “Don’t overthink it. I’ll explain later.”
A strong sense of urgency overwhelmed her, making her forget to mask her feelings.
Across the table, Chen Xiaoman bit her lip nervously, realizing she might have caused a disaster. She quickly pulled out her phone, snapped a photo, and shared it in their family group chat, hoping to redeem herself.
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