novelraw Chapter 204: Do You Want to Touch?
Chapter 204: Do You Want to Touch?
1:30 PM.
The group of seven descended from the apartment and decided to walk to Yanjing Tiancheng instead of driving, given the short distance.
The shaded path lined with greenery offered a pleasant stroll.
Chen Xiaoman secretly snapped a picture of Tang Song and Wen Ruan walking side by side, perfectly capturing their harmonious vibe. Their matching height difference and striking looks made heads turn as they passed.
She promptly sent the picture to the family group chat, captioning it: "A perfect couple. Look at this chemistry!"
“Ring, ring—”
Tang Song’s phone vibrated in his pocket, displaying a local unknown number.
He answered. “Hello?”
A calm male voice came through the receiver. “Good afternoon, Mr. Tang. I’m from Golden Shield Security. The compensations for Zhou and Liu have been processed, and the car wrap on your Mercedes-Benz S450L has been restored. We’re on our way to Yanjing Tiancheng. Would you be available for inspection, or should we park it in your B1 spot?”
Tang Song glanced ahead at the entrance of Yanjing Tiancheng and replied, “How soon will you arrive?”“About a minute.”
“Great. Head to the east gate. I’m already nearby.”
“Understood.”
He hung up and noticed Wen Ruan’s questioning gaze.
“My car wrap was damaged a few days ago,” Tang Song explained with a smile. “It’s just been fixed.”
Since the incident had been reported to the police, there was a process for damage assessment and insurance claims. Tang Song, too busy to manage it himself, had handed the matter over to the company managing his vehicle. The efficiency impressed him—everything was sorted within a day and a half.
“What, the BMW 3 Series?” Wen Qinqin asked, curious.
“No, another car,” Tang Song said, shaking his head. “It’ll be here shortly. Let’s wait a moment.”
Moments later, the rumble of powerful engines drew their attention.
A black Mercedes-Benz V-Class business van pulled up, followed closely by a sleek silver Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan. The three-pronged star emblem gleamed in the sunlight, and the car’s elegant contours radiated luxury and sophistication.
With a soft screech of brakes, both vehicles came to a halt beside them.
“Click, click—”
Doors opened in unison.
Three burly men in black suits and sunglasses stepped out of the van, greeting respectfully, “Mr. Tang.”
Tang Song gave them a calm nod.
From the S-Class sedan, a tall figure emerged.
It was a woman in a crisp shirt and tailored trousers. Her tall, toned figure exuded strength, her skin glowing with a healthy tan. Her hair was tied into a neat low ponytail, revealing a strikingly sharp face.
Her clean, makeup-free complexion highlighted a straight nose, perfectly shaped lips, and piercing eyes. A few stray strands of hair brushed against her face, moving gently in the breeze, giving her a composed yet fierce appearance.
Qiao Lina and the others stared in shock, their minds buzzing.
Was Wen Ruan’s boyfriend actually someone incredibly important?
Chen Hao licked his dry lips nervously, his gaze darting.
Wen Ruan’s eyes lingered on the familiar S-Class before settling on the woman who had been driving it.
The two locked eyes briefly, and Wen Ruan sighed inwardly.
How come every random person connected to him is so stunning?
The woman strode over, her sharp gaze pausing momentarily on Wen Ruan before settling on Tang Song.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Tang,” she said crisply. “I’m Liu Jiayi from Golden Shield Security.” Chapters first released on N0veI.Fiɾe.net
“Good afternoon,” Tang Song replied, examining the group curiously.
He’d initially assumed Golden Shield Security was just a name, but the professionalism and demeanor of their staff impressed him. Liu Jiayi, in particular, stood out with her confident and commanding presence.
Liu Jiayi handed him a clipboard and pen. “Please inspect the car wrap, Mr. Tang. If everything is satisfactory, you can sign here.”
Tang Song walked over to the car and checked the rear fender. The repair was flawless, with no trace of damage.
Satisfied, he signed his name swiftly.
Liu Jiayi took back the clipboard and asked, “Would you like us to park the car in your B1 space?”
“Yes, please. You can hand the keys to the property staff.”
She nodded, bidding him a polite farewell before climbing back into the driver’s seat.
The S-Class roared to life and disappeared into the underground parking garage.
Tang Song turned to the group and smiled. “Let’s go. It’s pretty hot out here.”
“Oh, sure!”
Qiao Lina and the others quickly agreed, their attitudes toward Tang Song now markedly different.
The revelation of the S-Class—an over-million-yuan luxury car—had removed any doubts about his credibility.
Chen Hao, on the other hand, looked uneasy. “Sorry, everyone, my boss just messaged me. I need to handle something urgent at work, so I’ll head back. You all enjoy yourselves.”
He had initially come along to test whether Tang Song was bluffing. Now, realizing he’d only be overshadowed, he decided it was better to slip away quietly.
After muttering a few words to Wen Qinqin, he left in haste.
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The remaining six entered Yanjing Tiancheng.
They strolled along immaculate stone pathways, flanked by serene, garden-style landscapes, before reaching the grand entrance of Building One.
The women exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
Even as they entered the building’s luxurious lobby and stepped into the spacious elevator, their excitement didn’t wane.
Their suspicions were finally confirmed as they noticed the elevator’s button panel—there was only one button for the 20th floor.
“This isn’t a townhouse. It’s a full-floor apartment!” Qiao Lina gasped.
Yanjing Tiancheng’s full-floor residences were legendary in Yan City. One unit per floor, these exclusive homes were often featured in local influencers’ photoshoots.
The elevator stopped with a soft chime, and the doors slid open.
The group stepped out into a brightly lit hallway, following Tang Song to a heavy armored door.
When the door opened, a collective gasp echoed through the group.
Even Wen Ruan and Zhang Ziqi, who had mentally prepared themselves, were stunned.
The Italian-inspired luxury decor radiated elegance, making the entire apartment feel like the home of a CEO straight out of a drama.
Kicking off their shoes, they slipped on indoor slippers before stepping into the living room.
The 270-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows offered breathtaking views of the city. Bathed in natural light, the grand space left them speechless.
Tang Song placed cold drinks from the fridge on the table. “Feel free to look around. I’ll take you to the entertainment room later.”
“Thank you!”
The women’s gratitude came in unison.
Chen Xiaoman’s eyes sparkled like stars as she stared at Tang Song.
Wen Ruan Sis really hit the jackpot. Her boyfriend is incredible!
Tang Song turned to Wen Ruan, taking her hand gently. “Wen Ruan, come with me. I have some LV scarves in the closet. You can pick a few for your friends.”
“Okay,” Wen Ruan replied, licking her lips slightly as she followed him.
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As Tang Song led her through the expansive apartment, Wen Ruan’s breathing grew heavier, her heart pounding.
The luxurious living space appealed to her deeply, especially as someone who valued a high quality of life. Coupled with Tang Song’s presence, the allure was undeniable.
When they reached the master bedroom, Tang Song pushed open the door.
The lavish suite offered breathtaking views of the city skyline, framed by blue skies and white clouds.
Wen Ruan inhaled deeply, running her fingers along the walls and furnishings before stepping onto the balcony.
“This is even better than I imagined,” she said softly, her voice tinged with wonder.
Tang Song exhaled and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his fingers brushing against her toned waistline through her shirt.
Wen Ruan leaned into his embrace, closing her eyes momentarily.
After a while, she bit her lip and hooked her fingers under the hem of her T-shirt.
With a swift motion, she pulled it over her head, revealing her athletic figure clad in a sleek sports bra.
“You want to touch?” she asked teasingly, tilting her head to meet his gaze. Her face glowed with a mischievous smile.
Her bright eyes locked onto his, her tone playful but daring.
Tang Song’s lips curved into a faint smirk. At 25, he exuded both confidence and vitality, embodying the prime of youth.