novelraw Chapter 274: Who is Ms. Wen Ruan?
Chapter 274: Who is Ms. Wen Ruan?
“Your fried chicken is ready!”
The fried chicken vendor’s voice pulled Tang Song from his thoughts.
He quickly snapped out of it, took the paper bag from the window, and closed the system interface.
Descending the steps, he walked along the red-brick sidewalk until he stood before Wen Ruan.
Their eyes met, and as Tang Song looked at the elegant and enchanting woman before him, he couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss her lips lightly.
With a playful smile, he said, “Zhuangzhuang, you’re so beautiful.”
He dipped his head and kissed her again.
Under the soft yellow glow of the streetlights, a faint blush crept across Wen Ruan’s face.
She pressed her lips together, her voice gentle as she said, “This shop has been here for over ten years. I used to come here with Simin all the time. It’s been over three years since I last had it—I really missed this.”
“I’ll feed you,” Tang Song replied, carefully peeling back the paper bag to reveal the golden, crispy drumstick.He blew on it a few times to cool it, testing the temperature with his lips before offering it to her.
Wen Ruan’s face lit up with a bright smile as she took a big bite.
She chewed delicately before swallowing, her expression utterly satisfied. “You try some too.”
“Alright.” Tang Song took a bite, his face mirroring her contentment as he handed the chicken leg back to her.
On the quiet curb under the summer night sky, the two repeated this simple exchange, taking turns feeding each other.
Wen Ruan’s dewy, almond-shaped eyes stayed fixed on Tang Song, as though she couldn’t bear to blink.
Her heart thudded louder and faster than ever before—so loud it seemed deafening in the tranquil night.
For the first time, she truly felt what it meant to be in a sweet, enchanting romance.
She was utterly intoxicated, her mind and soul captivated by the moment.
Slowly, the oversized drumstick was devoured, leaving little more than the bone.
Wen Ruan stuck out her soft pink tongue to lick her lips, then leaned toward Tang Song’s ear.
With her magnetic, sultry tone, she whispered, “Little brother, the chicken…leg you fed me was delicious. I really liked it.”
As she finished speaking, she took a step back, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him with a teasing smile.
Thanks to countless exchanges with her beautician and the emotional tempering she endured while managing Xiaoxue, Tang Song was no longer the shy, inexperienced boy who could only blush under a big sister’s teasing.
He glanced at Wen Ruan’s figure, wrapped snugly in her pencil skirt, and replied with his own magnetic and clear voice, “Sister, I want to eat a peach.”
“…!”
Wen Ruan visibly shivered, her mind instantly flooded with imagery.
Her gaze swept back to Tang Song’s face, eventually landing on his lips.
His lips were rosy and smooth, paired with his perfectly aligned white teeth, making them undeniably attractive.
And his tongue—well, Wen Ruan could vouch for its talent, its refreshing skill evident every time they kissed.
She was completely hooked.
But now, she couldn’t stop her mind from imagining what it would be like if this beautiful face of his moved down to—no, stop!
Her clean clothes were still at the Lavande Hotel! She couldn’t afford to indulge in such thoughts now.
“Can I?” Tang Song asked, stepping closer until he was nearly brushing against her curves.
Wen Ruan bit her lip, her snowy-white teeth pressing against her soft lower lip.
Then, in an attempt to defuse the growing tension, she raised her arms over her head, stretching and yawning dramatically.
“I’m so sleepy. I’ve been working overtime these past few days—I’m completely exhausted!”
Tang Song chuckled softly and used his phone to call a premium ride service through the Didi app.
Taking Wen Ruan’s hand, he guided her to the curb. “I’ve already booked a hotel near here while I was on the train. Just hold on a little longer—it’ll only take a few minutes to get there.”
“Okay.” Wen Ruan nodded gently and turned her gaze toward the corner of the street.
After a moment, she looked back at him, her expression tender. “Tang Song, thank you for coming all the way from Yan City today. I feel so moved and happy—truly.”
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Everything she had held in finally burst forth when Tang Song appeared, leaving her feeling liberated and calm.
From the way he played and sang to her, to their moonlit stroll and quiet conversations, every shared glance and touch had her heart racing.
At 30 years old, for the first time, she was experiencing the true sweetness of love, making her feel like a young girl falling for the first time.
After all, she was a 90s kid.
She had never really thought of herself as “old” until she met him.
Tang Song gently wrapped an arm around her waist. “Zhuangzhuang, there’s no need to thank me. I’m your boyfriend—of course, I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
Wen Ruan bit her lip, resting her head on his shoulder as she closed her eyes.
A sleek black Mercedes E-Class pulled up to the curb.
The two got into the back seat, confirming their phone number with the driver before the car smoothly started moving toward the Fengda International Hotel.
The neon lights of the city intertwined with the soft glow of street lamps, flickering past the windows like fleeting dreams.
Inside the quiet car, Tang Song’s body swayed slightly with the vehicle’s gentle movements.
Holding Wen Ruan’s warm, delicate hand, he felt as if they were cut off from the noise of the outside world.
Opening the system interface once more, Tang Song navigated to the store module to review the details of the newly acquired [Dream Wedding] item.
This item was truly extraordinary—it allowed the user to craft a perfect dreamscape wedding experience.
The option to invite a partner to join the instance didn’t surprise him.
After all, the game featured several types of scenarios, including situational, special, and daily missions that allowed interaction with in-game characters.
It seemed his strong emotional response, driven by Wen Ruan’s presence, had triggered the system to present this option, reflecting his desire to let her experience a wedding.
Of course, the fact that his available balance had exceeded 10 million yuan probably played a role as well.
Without hesitation, Tang Song purchased the item.
“Ding! You have obtained [Dream Wedding].”
[Balance: 204,000 yuan (Investment fund: 195 million yuan)]
Seeing his hard-earned savings plummet back to a fraction of their former glory brought a fleeting pang of regret.
After all, it had taken him countless “online performances” to amass that fortune.
But this only made the item feel all the more significant.
Entering the system inventory, he accessed the item’s details.
The rewards for completing the instance were now visible:
[Vow Necklace]: A rare special item and a masterpiece of jewelry craftsmanship infused with eternal promises and profound emotions.
The necklace features a base of intricately woven 18K white gold, set with a flawless, top-tier cut diamond as the centerpiece. Its radiant fire and pristine clarity make it truly dazzling.Long-term wear enhances skin texture and overall physique, slows the aging process, and leaves the wearer glowing.Note: Special effects apply only to “partners” or “game characters.”Tang Song read the description and couldn’t help but smirk.
This reward wasn’t just symbolic—it was practical and beautiful. Wen Ruan would undoubtedly love it.
Tang Song's eyes widened as he leaned forward in excitement.
The fleeting disappointment he felt earlier was instantly replaced by exhilaration.
This is amazing! A tool that could slow aging and improve skin texture!
He realized that this necklace was part of the same Vow Series as the [Vow Bracelet] he had once given to Su Yu, though the design and functionality were entirely different.
It was as if this item had been specifically tailored for Wen Ruan.
As a beautiful woman, Wen Ruan had always been highly conscious of her appearance and physique.
Her meticulous diet control and consistent workout routine were evidence of how much she valued her body.
However, with age, her metabolism would inevitably slow, and physical changes would begin to show.
This was one of her deepest insecurities.
With this incredible item, she could effectively extend her youth.
“Is something wrong, Tang Song?” Wen Ruan asked, noticing the sudden tension in his body. Concern filled her voice. “Are you feeling unwell?”
Looking at his elegant and mature girlfriend beside him, Tang Song’s face broke into a wide smile.
He reached over and gave her plush thigh a playful squeeze. “I’m fine—just really, really happy.”
“Excuse me, we’ve arrived at your destination,” the middle-aged driver announced from the front seat.
“Thank you.”
Click.
The car doors opened, and the two stepped out.
The Fengda International Hotel gleamed in the night, its grand design enhanced by carefully orchestrated lighting. The building exuded both majesty and sophistication.
Walking into the luxurious and expansive lobby, Wen Ruan instinctively handed her ID to Tang Song without hesitation.
After a seamless check-in process, they took their room key and headed to the 28th floor, accompanied by a hotel staff member.
Tang Song had booked a 198-square-meter Supreme Fengda Suite. The suite was as opulent as it was spacious, boasting separate bedroom, living room, and office areas, with clearly defined functional zones and 24-hour room service.
By the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, Wen Ruan stood gazing out at the dazzling cityscape, which unfolded like a vibrant, multicolored painting.
The warm interior lighting reflected softly on the glass, casting a comforting glow.
Tang Song exhaled slowly, stepping forward to wrap his arms around Wen Ruan’s curvaceous figure from behind.
His fingers traced over her toned abdomen, brushing against her well-defined abs.
Wen Ruan let out a soft hum, resting her head against his chest as they stood silently, basking in each other’s warmth and presence.
Her cheeks burned as she glanced at Tang Song’s reflection in the glass. With a gentle murmur, she asked, “Little brother, do you know what today’s date is?”
“June 25th. Why?” Tang Song replied, puzzled.
Wen Ruan shifted slightly, her tone tinged with sentiment. “April 25th, at 10 PM—I got your WeChat ID from Lili. After hesitating for a while, I decided to send you a friend request. That was the first time we chatted. Exactly two months ago today.”
Tang Song paused, his expression thoughtful. “You’re right.”
The date stood out to him because it was also the day he officially resigned from his job.
He still remembered being stunned when he first saw Wen Ruan’s photo:
Her cascading long hair, strikingly mature beauty, and hourglass figure with dramatic curves—all so captivating it felt as if a voluptuous, vibrant heroine from a Korean webcomic had stepped into reality.
For a self-proclaimed admirer of beauty, it was utterly irresistible.
The memory made Tang Song’s breathing grow uneven.
Wen Ruan turned around slowly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Her face was like a blooming peach blossom, radiant and adorned with a faint blush.
After a long pause, her expression softened into one of dreamy anticipation.
Wen Ruan’s soft voice carried both tenderness and conviction as she whispered:
“They say a man loves the woman before him most deeply just before they sleep together.
Little brother, stay with me in Beijing for a week, will you?
Let’s visit the places I’ve always wanted to go, see the sights I’ve always dreamed of seeing, and let me truly experience what it’s like to be in love with all my heart.
After attending Simin’s wedding, I’ll give myself completely to you.
Don’t worry—I’ll be the quiet, obedient companion you need. Back home, I’ll maintain my image as a career woman and a workaholic. I’ll make sure I don’t cause you any trouble.”
Her delicate hands gripped Tang Song’s head firmly, pulling him closer.
She bit down hard on his neck and, with mock fierceness, added, “But I’m almost 30 now. My skin will sag, my chest will droop, and wrinkles will start showing. If you dare abandon me or treat me coldly when that happens, I’ll eat you alive!”
Hearing her heartfelt words, Tang Song’s heart trembled.
Her desire for marriage had been clear ever since he saw the note she left behind that photo.
She had a grounded outlook on life, came from a loving family, and maintained a stable social circle.
Yet, he had never made her any promises.
The villa in Shengyuan Jiajing, the trust fund from Slover, and his true financial security—she knew none of it.
To her, he seemed wealthy, but only in vague terms. She hadn’t received much of anything tangible.
Despite all this, she was willing to accept a precarious position in his life, as someone without any formal guarantees.
Her love for him was pure and genuine.
“Wen Ruan, I’m sorry,” Tang Song murmured, his voice low and heavy. “I’ll take care of everything for you—your family, your future, all of it. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Just leave it all to me.”
“It’s okay. This is my choice, and I don’t regret it,” Wen Ruan replied.
Her lips found his, and she whispered against them, her breath warm and teasing:
“You said you wanted a peach, didn’t you? Well, it’s on me tonight.”
The two embraced, their kiss deepening as the room filled with passion.
With a swift pull, the curtains closed tightly, shutting out the world.
Wen Ruan’s voluptuous figure was illuminated by the soft glow of the room’s lights.
Her rounded shoulders flowed into a graceful silhouette, her collarbones faintly visible beneath her smooth, radiant skin.
Her full bust, slender waist, and curvaceous hips formed a captivating outline—a perfect embodiment of mature femininity.
Outside, the city’s night deepened.
The 28th floor of the high-rise echoed with the faint wail of wind and the occasional rustle of the curtains stirred by the breeze.
June 26, 2023, Monday Weather: Light rain turning to cloudy skies, 25–31°C
The Smile Holdings Headquarters stood tall between the Airport Expressway and Line 15 of the metro.
Surrounded by well-developed infrastructure, the area boasted convenience, beauty, and modernity.
The headquarters comprised two 45-story elliptical towers connected by two futuristic, illuminated corridors.
At night, these corridors glowed with vibrant, dynamic lights, resembling flowing rivers of stars, complementing the sleek architecture of the towers.
A true landmark in the area, the building embodied Smile Holdings’ core philosophy: diverse incubation, connecting the future.
Executive Director’s Office Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the light drizzle was carried by the wind, its rhythmic patter adding a melancholic melody to the scene.
Behind the triangular office desk sat an elegant and stunning figure.
Her features were soft and inviting, without a trace of aggression. Her nose was delicately shaped, her lips full and lush.
Her skin was radiant, smooth, and flawless, reflecting the meticulous care she undoubtedly took.
“Knock, knock, knock—”
A rhythmic and gentle knock on the door echoed through the room.
“Come in,” replied Secretary Jin, lifting her head. Her eyes were bright and refreshing, the brown irises gleaming with a crystalline clarity under the office lights.
Her chestnut-brown hair was neatly pinned back into a chic updo, with a natural volume at the roots. The sides framed her face perfectly, highlighting her delicate contours and adding a touch of softness to her refined appearance.
“Click, click, click—”
The crisp sound of leather shoes against the wooden floor followed.
“Director Jin,” the administrative assistant began in a clear, composed voice. “Everything has been arranged. You’re scheduled to depart for the Meigou Tech Tower shortly. He Wenguang, the head of advertising coordination, has already been briefed on your requirements.”
“Understood.”
With that, the assistant quietly exited the office.
Secretary Jin stood and stepped gracefully away from her desk.
Her figure was striking, an ideal S-shape that drew attention effortlessly. Her slim waist accentuated her full bust and rounded, shapely hips.
She wore a loose silk blouse paired with a beige pencil skirt, her bare legs smooth and impeccably straight.
Her posture was poised and elegant, her movements unhurried and dignified, exuding an aura of untouchable sophistication.
Pausing at the lounge area, her gaze landed on the mirror.
Or, more precisely, on the dazzling earrings that adorned her earlobes.
Crafted from 18K gold, the earrings featured sapphires intertwined with diamonds, forming a delicate, flowing tassel design of varying lengths.
As they swayed gently with her movements, the interplay of light created a mesmerizing display—two shimmering galaxies in motion.
Though not identical, the earrings unmistakably matched the [Vow Bracelet] that Su Yu had proudly shown off online.
It was clear they belonged to the same exclusive collection—a testament to the shared inspirations of top-tier designers worldwide.
Studying the elegant earrings glinting in the mirror, Secretary Jin’s expression became contemplative.
She turned and strode confidently toward the door.
“Wen Ruan,” she murmured internally. “I do want to meet you.
He sketched your portrait and hung it in his newly purchased villa.
You’re likely the second beneficiary of his plans, aren’t you?”
Guangying Media (Beijing Division) The atmosphere buzzed with a mix of tension and excitement, permeating every corner of the office.
In the conference room, the project team huddled together for their final round of discussions.
9:20 AM
Liu Chuanzheng stood and clapped his hands firmly, his voice booming.
“Alright, let’s go! I trust you all understand the significance of this meeting. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to change the fate of our company. Let’s give it our all!”
“Clap, clap, clap—”
Thunderous applause erupted.
Eight individuals, dressed in immaculate formal attire and clutching various-sized briefcases, marched briskly out of the office area.
Descending to the lobby, they boarded a sleek, high-end business van arranged by the company.
The vehicle rolled onto the rain-slicked streets, its tires emitting a faint “swish, swish” as they left shallow tracks behind.
A thin layer of rain mist shrouded the sky, casting the world in a soft grayish-white hue.
The fine drizzle tapped rhythmically against the windows, producing a gentle “susu” sound.
Li Meiling, seated beside Liu Chuanzheng, fidgeted in her seat, her excitement and delight barely contained.
Earlier that morning, the office had been abuzz with a “piece of good news”—one personally delivered by Director Liu.
Wen Ruan had already recognized the issue with her attitude and voluntarily submitted her resignation, which the company leadership quickly approved.
As a long-time employee, Li Meiling could easily guess the underlying reason.
For Light and Shadow Media, Liu Chuanzheng was currently the company's most valuable asset.
For Wen Ruan to offend him at such a critical juncture—even if it was Liu’s fault—she would still be perceived by the higher-ups as immature and disruptive to the company’s strategic goals.
To pacify Liu Chuanzheng and ensure the Meigou project proceeded smoothly, the matter had to be handled with urgency.
Wen Ruan’s resignation was undoubtedly the best resolution.
This way, Liu Chuanzheng’s dignity and authority could be preserved, and the rest of the staff would be too wary to spread further rumors.
Thinking this over, Li Meiling glanced respectfully at Director Liu beside her. In a flattering tone, she said, “Director Liu, once we finalize the agreement with Meigou today, will you be promoted to Vice President at headquarters next month?”
“Hmm, most likely,” Liu Chuanzheng replied with a smile. “You should work hard, too. Our company is quite fair—as long as you deliver results and excel, there will always be opportunities.”
He smiled faintly as his left hand casually rested on Li Meiling’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
He wasn’t foolish. Li Meiling had previously stirred trouble, leading him to make a poor judgment regarding Wen Ruan, which had angered him.
However, last night, Li Meiling had been “considerate” enough to visit his home and spend the entire evening explaining herself.
Now that Wen Ruan had resigned, a refreshed Liu Chuanzheng no longer dwelled on the incident.
Li Meiling quickly shifted slightly in her seat and replied enthusiastically, “Got it, Director Liu. Just watch me perform!”
If Liu Chuanzheng moved to headquarters, she would finally have a powerful backer.
After seven years as a lowly employee, only she knew how stifled she had felt!
It was finally time to turn the tables.
Hmph! Once I get promoted to supervisor, those little wretches who’ve crossed me before better watch out!
More than 20 minutes later, three Audi cars pulled up in front of Meigou Tech Tower.
The group gradually entered the grand, imposing lobby on the first floor.
Seeing the majestic high-end office building before her, Li Meiling felt a sudden wave of nervousness.
She was just a lowly market analyst, and not even a particularly competent one—she had never attended a client meeting of this caliber.
This was Meigou Tech, a world-class unicorn company!
Liu Chuanzheng dialed the contact person’s number. His tone was courteous yet tinged with anxiety as he said, “Hello, Director He, I’ve arrived in your building’s lobby.”
“Alright, alright! Thank you, goodbye!”
After hanging up, Liu Chuanzheng straightened his posture and, brimming with confidence, announced, “Director He from the Marketing and Promotion Division at Meigou Tech is coming down personally to meet us!”
Upon hearing this, the other seven employees immediately perked up.
None of them had expected Director Liu to possess such influence and standing.
Director He Wenguang was the president of the division, a bona fide senior executive responsible for the procurement and approval of all advertising at Meigou Tech.
From his attitude, it was clear that this cooperation was virtually guaranteed.
Within a few minutes, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the lobby.
Soon after, three formally dressed individuals approached briskly.
The moment he spotted one of them, Liu Chuanzheng’s face lit up with an enthusiastic smile. Slightly bowing, he stepped forward and said, “Good morning, Director He! I’m truly flattered by your personal attention!”
He Wenguang smiled politely as he shook hands with Liu, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then let his gaze sweep over the gathered group.
Suddenly, he asked, “May I know which of you is Ms. Wen Ruan?”