novelraw Chapter 282: Sister Wen Ruan, Call Me Brother!
Chapter 282: Sister Wen Ruan, Call Me Brother!
The private room fell into an eerie silence.
All eyes turned toward Wen Ruan.
Her left hand, which had been resting on Tang Song's thigh, instinctively tightened as her breathing quickened. Turning her head slightly, she gazed at Tang Song's sharp profile, her pupils trembling slightly.
When Sun Simin and Zhou Bo had first met, Wen Ruan was still working at Xingyun International Group. Naturally, she knew about Bocai Yingrui Management Consulting Co., Ltd.
This wasn’t some fly-by-night consulting firm operating under a hollow name. It was a leading company in the domestic human resources consulting industry. As a deputy director unit of the Management Consulting Committee under the China Enterprise Federation, it had won the "China Human Resources Management Award" Gold Medal for its achievements.
Supported by several powerful shareholders, the company had built an extensive network of talent and connections. Its clients included central enterprises, multinational corporations, Fortune 500 companies, and emerging internet giants like Meigou Tech.
In recent years, alongside its growth, the company had expanded its consulting services beyond human resources to include strategic planning, organizational management, and marketing.
Wen Ruan had heard all this from her close friend Sun Simin in their group chats. As her husband's company, Sun Simin had sung its praises frequently. Just two days ago, she had even suggested that if Xingyun International didn’t work out for Wen Ruan, Zhou Bo could recommend her resume to Bocai Yingrui’s talent pool to help her find a good job in Yan City.
But Wen Ruan never expected that the 25-year-old younger guy she met on a blind date in Yan City was actually a shareholder of this company.
This realization struck her harder than when she found out about his upscale apartment.From a dashing second-generation rich kid driving a BMW 330, to a Mercedes S-Class entrepreneur and part-time CTO, to now being a shareholder of Bocai Yingrui, Tang Song once again shattered her understanding of him.
And it wasn’t just her.
The expressions of Zheng Jinping, Li Meng, Wang Jiao, and the others said it all—unease, disbelief, and nervousness.
Even Li Qingqing, who had some company shares herself, was still just an employee in essence. Her 5% equity could be diluted or marginalized at any time if the majority shareholders wished.
But Tang Song, as a shareholder and owner of Bocai Yingrui, represented capital and a vast network of connections.
This was a true gap in social class—an unbridgeable chasm.
Tang Song’s gaze swept across the room, his face warm with a genial smile. "So, Brother Bo works at Bocai Yingrui? I heard from Ruan Ruan that you’re in the management consulting field. I didn’t expect this coincidence. In fact, I’ve been in Bocai Yingrui’s R1 meeting room over the past few days, interviewing candidates."
Today’s main stars were Zhou Bo and Sun Simin, after all. They were about to get married, and one of them was Wen Ruan’s best friend. Tang Song didn’t really treat Zhou Bo like an employee.
A dry-mouthed Zhou Bo opened his mouth, his mind a tangled mess. In the end, he could only stammer out, "I...I’ve been on leave for my wedding. That’s why I haven’t been at the company."
Marriage is a significant event, and as the groom, Zhou Bo needed to be involved in every detail. To take this extended leave, he had worked overtime for a long stretch. Combining his annual leave with wedding leave, he managed to take a full week off—just enough to miss Tang Song’s time at the company.
"Your wedding is the priority. Next time I visit the company, we’ll have a proper chat," Tang Song said as he gently patted Wen Ruan’s back. "Besides, since Simin and Ruan Ruan are best friends, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future. You’re also welcome to visit Yan City after the wedding."
As a boyfriend with high emotional intelligence, Tang Song knew exactly what to say in such moments.
"Of course! Absolutely!" Zhou Bo nodded repeatedly, his lips pressing together tightly.
Though he had worked in consulting for years and was usually composed, the realization that his groomsman was also his boss was overwhelming. It left him momentarily flustered.
"Thank you, Tang Song! Thank you, Ruan Ruan!" Sun Simin, standing nearby, had her eyes wide open. Her hands clasped tightly together, trembling slightly, while her chest heaved with the waves of excitement she was trying to suppress.
"Simin, there’s no need to be so formal," Tang Song said with a smile, shaking his head lightly. "Let’s all sit down and continue our meal."
"Got it, President Tang!" Zhang Zhiyong tugged at Zhou Bo, and the two quickly sat down. Their backs were straight, and their faces showed a mix of nervousness and excitement.
"Here, Tang Song, try the corn pancakes from this Northeast-style hotpot. They’re especially sweet," Sun Simin said cheerfully, spinning the glass table. "Ruan Ruan, pour your husband some juice!"
"Uh..." Wen Ruan’s lips twitched slightly as a faint blush crept over her face. "Simin, can you not talk like that?"
That "husband" address made her heart flutter too much.
"Haha! Look at her blushing! Just joking," Sun Simin teased, winking playfully.
As her best friend for years, Sun Simin naturally understood Wen Ruan’s feelings. She was simply pretending to act reserved.
Tang Song grinned and winked at Wen Ruan, handing her his glass. He was genuinely curious to hear his older "big sister" call him "husband" out loud. But with so many people around, he knew she wouldn’t do it.
Wen Ruan glanced at him, her expression soft, and poured him a glass of juice without hesitation.
Just as she was setting the glass down, she felt Tang Song’s hand sneakily rest on her thigh and give a little squeeze.
Wen Ruan averted her gaze, calmly serving herself some food as though nothing had happened. Under the table, however, her foot occasionally kicked his, a subtle reminder not to overstep.
The two shared these small, secret gestures, enjoying the playful intimacy of their relationship.
…
Watching Wen Ruan’s slightly flushed yet smiling face, Zheng Jinping pressed his lips together. Finally, the last bit of longing in his heart dissolved completely.
The "white moonlight" from university had finally found her own happiness.
In every aspect, Tang Song was an impeccable match. He was far superior to Zheng Jinping in countless ways.
So, all Zheng Jinping could do was wish her endless happiness and joy.
He smiled faintly, raising his beer glass to toast Tang Song. Tilting his head back, he took several large gulps.
Li Qingqing glanced at Zheng Jinping’s expression, then at Tang Song, and silently lowered her gaze.
Though she didn’t want to admit it, she was indeed envious of Wen Ruan—jealous of her during their university days and even more so now.
Wen Ruan always seemed to radiate charm, effortlessly becoming the center of attention.
Outside, the streetlights shone brighter, and the night grew deeper.
The atmosphere around the dining table gradually lightened.
After a brief whispered discussion with Sun Simin, Zhou Bo hesitated for a moment before speaking. "President Tang, if you're busy tomorrow, you really don’t need to be my groomsman. Now that Zhiyong is here, he can fill in."
Setting down his chopsticks, Tang Song smiled. "Brother Bo, we're not in the office now, so no need for formalities. Since Ruan Ruan is being a bridesmaid for Sister Simin, it’s only fitting that I be the groomsman. Don’t feel like you’re imposing."
Deep down, Tang Song knew he couldn’t give Wen Ruan a genuine, open wedding of her own. So, standing by her side in a wedding setting—even as someone else's groomsman—was his way of sharing a taste of that moment with her.
And later, he planned to create a dreamlike scenario instance to let this elder sister fulfill her wishes as much as possible.
Beyond that, there would be the trust fund, the villa, and a growth plan—each step gradually helping her find peace and happiness.
"Thank you, Tang Song! Then we won’t hold back!" Sun Simin beamed, her face lighting up instantly.
This was her husband’s boss, after all. Having him appear as a groomsman at their wedding would undoubtedly leave Bocai Yingrui’s other attending leaders speculating endlessly.
Moreover, Tang Song was Wen Ruan’s boyfriend.
Sun Simin had been closest to Wen Ruan during university, the two practically inseparable. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have ended up working at the same company after graduation.
Even after Wen Ruan left Beijing, the two had maintained their friendship, with Sun Simin frequently visiting her in Yan City.
Now, with this relationship firmly in place, her husband Zhou Bo’s career prospects seemed bound to soar.
What a stroke of luck!
The apartment they had purchased in Beijing had cost 4.7 million yuan. With a 30% down payment, their monthly mortgage was nearly 20,000 yuan.
Although it had fulfilled their dream of settling in the capital, the financial pressure was enormous.
There were still aging parents to care for, and Zhou Bo would have to navigate the looming challenge of a mid-career crisis in his mid-thirties.
But with Tang Song in the picture, at least Zhou Bo’s path seemed secure.
Not only could Zhou Bo continue working steadily at Bocai Yingrui, but he was also likely to receive promotions, pay raises, and even climb into mid-to-senior management. This meant a stable and secure future.
For Sun Simin, almost 31, it was a relief. She could finally prepare for pregnancy without worries. Even if her company leadership reassigned her to a less prominent role during her maternity period, she no longer had to feel anxious or fearful.
For their small family, this was the ultimate happiness.
Thinking of all this, Sun Simin’s eyes sparkled like the stars, and her smile deepened until fine lines formed at the corners of her mouth.
…
At 9 p.m., the group exited the Northeastern restaurant.
The stifling evening heat immediately enveloped them.
"Make sure to get some rest tonight. As a bridesmaid, you need to be at the hotel by 6 a.m. tomorrow," someone reminded Wen Ruan.
"Don’t worry, I’m staying at the Fengda International Hotel, which is nearby."
…
The black Maybach S680 came to a smooth stop by the roadside.
Wang Jiao grabbed Wen Ruan’s hand and glanced at Tang Song, who stood beside the car. Pretending to joke, she said, "Tang Song, this is Ruan Ruan’s first boyfriend. You’d better not bully her! Otherwise, we, her best friends, won’t let it slide!"
"I definitely won’t," Tang Song replied earnestly. "And I’ll never let Ruan Ruan suffer any grievances."
Wang Jiao’s eyes flickered briefly as she smiled. "Also, since you’re the boss of Bocai Yingrui, specializing in human resources planning, you’d better take good care of Ruan Ruan’s career development. That shouldn’t be a problem, right?"
"Of course not, don’t worry, Sister Jiao. I’ve already got it all planned," Tang Song replied with a serious expression.
The reason he hadn’t arranged anything for Wen Ruan yet was that he was waiting for the 【Growth Plan Task】 that would unlock after binding with his companion. With the system providing resources and strategies, it would be far more reliable than relying on himself.
"That’s great. You two are welcome to visit my house anytime! Bye-bye~"
"Bye-bye~" "See you tomorrow!"
"Ruan Ruan, Tang Song, see you tomorrow!"
"See you tomorrow."
After the group said their goodbyes, they watched as the Maybach slowly drove away.
Wang Jiao’s eyes reflected a faint trace of concern.
Unlike Sun Simin, who was too overjoyed and excited to notice anything, Wang Jiao—also one of Wen Ruan’s closest friends—was far more clear-headed.
From Wen Ruan’s initial secrecy about her boyfriend to the sudden revelation of Tang Song’s true identity, everything pointed to one thing: the massive gap between the two of them.
Their relationship couldn’t possibly be as simple as it seemed on the surface.
A 25-year-old billionaire like Tang Song and a 30-year-old ordinary office worker like Wen Ruan—it wouldn’t be easy for them to truly come together.
Sigh. Wang Jiao could only hope that her dear friend would continue to find happiness.
…
Fengda International Hotel.
The neon lights shimmered in a kaleidoscope of colors, painting the night like a mysterious and vibrant masterpiece.
Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, Tang Song crossed his legs and quietly sipped champagne from the glass in his hand. He opened the system interface and reviewed his personal stats.
[Player: Tang Song (Charm 59)]
[Role: President of Songmei Fashion] Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⸺fire.net
[Height: 184 cm, Weight: 81 kg]
[Constitution: 68, Stamina: 68, Agility: 65, Insight: 82]
[Financial Status:]
Balance: ¥126,000 (Investment Capital: ¥195 million)Businesses:Songmei Fashion (75% equity)Slover TrustHuashang Fashion (35% equity)Bocai Yingrui (35% equity)…
Over the past few days, his interactions with Wen Ruan had followed the standard "couple mode."
Aside from spending tens of thousands on new clothes at the beginning, the rest of their time together—eating, drinking, and playing—had been simple and ordinary, just like any regular couple.
Even in this familiar city of Beijing, Tang Song had discovered a new kind of tenderness.
This experience had also significantly enhanced his emotional intelligence and perception, pushing his Charm score to 59.
He was now just 1 point away from unlocking the next stage of assets. Tang Song was confident that as soon as he bound Wen Ruan as his [Companion] and received her Blessing Buff, he would easily reach the milestone.
With 60 Charm, he could officially earn the "Beginner Heartthrob" title in the game—a true milestone. He couldn’t help but wonder if it would come with an unexpected surprise.
Glancing at his meager balance, Tang Song clicked on the [Popular Me] title to check its details.
[Current Cash Reward: ¥550,000 (Total Earnings: ¥21.8 million)]
Little Red Book followers: 17,835Douyin followers: 186,210Over the past week, he hadn’t uploaded any new videos or posts, so his follower growth had been slow, generating only ¥550,000 in earnings.
He tapped Withdraw.
[Balance: ¥676,000 (Investment Capital: ¥195 million)]
With this cash cow in hand, Tang Song felt a sense of security wash over him.
He closed the system interface and turned his attention back to the dazzling cityscape and the mesmerizing night sky beyond the window.
Tang Song picked up his phone and snapped a photo of the view outside.
He sent it to his "white moonlight," Liu Qingning, who was far away in Shenzhen.
The message read:
"The moonlight is beautiful tonight."
Returning to this city inevitably brought back memories of their three years together—every little moment etched in his mind.
Walking, dining, watching movies, chatting, holding hands, embracing...
It could be said they were half a couple.
"Dingdong—"
The WeChat notification sound chimed. Her reply, as always, was swift.
[Qingning: "June 30th, drizzling rain in Shenzhen. I’m still working overtime at the office, but the moon is beautiful, and the wind is gentle."]
Reading those last two lines, Tang Song’s gaze lowered slightly.
He typed back:
"You haven’t updated your Moments in ages. I’m starting to forget what you look like. Send me a picture?"
[Qingning: Don’t.gif]
[Qingning: "And you’re not allowed to send me a video either! I look terrible right now!"]
Tang Song replied teasingly:
"I’m actually more curious about your ‘terrible’ photos."
[Qingning: Bonk dog head.gif]
After chatting a bit, Tang Song set his phone aside and sighed softly.
Ever since she’d settled into her job at a Shenzhen company, working late nights and overtime had become her norm. Her schedule had grown chaotic.
In the beginning, they would still video chat occasionally. But one day, during a casual conversation, he joked about her breaking out and her skin looking rough.
Since then, Liu Qingning had stopped updating her Moments, never sent him another photo, and completely avoided video calls.
She probably didn’t want him to see her at her worst.
Tang Song leaned back on the single-seater sofa, his gaze growing distant.
Having grown up near each other, they had known each other since childhood, though they hadn’t been particularly close at first.
This was mainly because Liu Qingning was extraordinarily talented—the quintessential "model child" in the eyes of every parent.
It wasn’t until they became classmates in high school that their relationship deepened. They became inseparable, sharing everything with one another.
Together, they navigated their teenage years, a time of budding emotions intertwined with friendship. They experienced blushing heartbeats, mutual complaints, encouragement, and personal growth.
For every boy, there’s usually one moment of unreserved passion and devotion.
For Tang Song, that unreserved devotion had been for Liu Qingning.
But the three years they spent after graduation in Beijing had brought him face-to-face with reality. Life had smoothed out his rough edges and taught him to let go.
So, he stopped chasing her and left Beijing, bidding farewell to his "white moonlight."
He chose to let her pursue the career she loved.
…
At the bedroom door, Wen Ruan leaned quietly against the frame, gazing at Tang Song, who stood lost in thought by the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners of his lips faintly curved, his expression shifting between moments of brightness and melancholy.
Who could he be thinking about, wearing that kind of look?
Was it his "white moonlight" from high school?
Probably.
Seeing that Tang Song was entirely unaware of her presence, Wen Ruan sighed softly and turned back into the bedroom.
She blow-dried her hair, applied light makeup, and pulled out a sensual dress from her walk-in closet.
Slipping it on, she stood in front of the mirror, twirling slightly.
The dress accentuated her deep cleavage, full peach-shaped hips, a curvaceous and sensual waistline, and a fit, vibrant texture to her skin.
Wen Ruan’s face radiated confidence, her expression sharp.
Hmph. Cuteness is worthless in the face of raw sensuality!
There’s no way! No matter how cute his "white moonlight" may be, how could she possibly compare to this sexy older sister standing right in front of him?!
With soft, bare footsteps, Wen Ruan sauntered into the living room, her movements graceful and alluring.
The faint sounds finally stirred Tang Song from his thoughts. He turned his head and looked her way.
Feigning ignorance of his gaze, Wen Ruan walked over to the L-shaped sofa nearby.
She leaned slightly forward, hands pressing against the backrest of the sofa.
Her ample hips arched slightly, creating a breathtaking curve.
The smooth texture of her skin contrasted delicately with the fabric of the sofa, while her long, slender fingers bent slightly, exuding an unintentional air of lazy elegance.
Her gaze shifted to the night view outside the window, her eyes carrying a hint of mystery and seduction.
Her lips parted slightly, long lashes fluttering faintly, her eyes like clear autumn water glimmering with subtle light in the reflection of the cityscape.
She stood there, a perfect blend of sensuality and elegance, becoming the most captivating sight of the night.
Tang Song’s breath hitched as he drank in the alluring scene before him. The intoxicating fragrance emanating from Wen Ruan filled the air, and he couldn’t help but swallow hard.
He stood up, moved behind her, and wrapped his arms tightly around her, his heart racing uncontrollably.
The melancholy that had been clouding his mind dissipated in an instant, replaced by an energized buzz.
Feeling his reaction, Wen Ruan, still facing away from him, let a sly smile play at the corners of her lips.
Watch as I, your older sister, crush your "white moonlight" underfoot!
The sound of a zipper being undone filled the air.
Tang Song’s fingers trailed along her toned and sensual back, then slowly ventured onward.
"What are you doing?" Wen Ruan asked, her voice intentionally low and sultry, teasingly provocative.
"Zhuangzhuang, how about we move to the bedroom?" he murmured.
"No way!" Wen Ruan deftly broke free from his embrace and stepped over to the single-seater sofa.
Picking up Tang Song’s half-finished champagne, she tilted her head back and downed it in a few large gulps.
The sparkling liquid trickled from the corner of her lips, cascading down to land on her full, inviting décolletage.
She extended her tongue slightly, radiating an irresistible allure.
Turning to face Tang Song, she fixed him with a cool, intellectual expression that only heightened her enigmatic charm.
Her half-undone outfit created a striking contrast that hit Tang Song like a freight train.
Faced with this playful side of his "big sister," he completely lost control. His eyes reddened, and in an instant, he pounced.
"Tang Song, what are you doing? Let me go!"
"Ahhh—your hands!"
"Ugh, let go of me!"
Heavy footsteps echoed through the room.
"Bang!" The bedroom door slammed shut.
"Squeak—" The soft mattress dipped as bodies pressed into it.
Time seemed to stretch on for a moment.
Then, Tang Song leaned close to her ear and whispered excitedly, "Zhuangzhuang, call me ‘husband.’"
"No way! Ah! You—"
"Come on, say it—call me ‘husband.’"
"You..." Wen Ruan bit down on the white duvet, hesitating for what felt like forever. Finally, her face flushed as she murmured, "Husband."
Her naturally melodious voice, now softened into a near-whisper in such an intimate moment, was utterly intoxicating.
Tang Song felt as though he’d been granted a [Attack Speed +100] buff, his blood boiling with adrenaline.
The moon outside grew brighter and brighter.
Inside the dimly lit bedroom, with only the ambient light glowing faintly, Wen Ruan’s emotions began to spiral out of control.
Sensing his chance, Tang Song finally said what he’d been holding back: "Sister Wen Ruan, call me ‘brother.’"
Wen Ruan, lost in the haze just moments ago, suddenly burst into laughter. Her whole body shook with amusement as she gasped, "Little brother, are you kidding me? Get real! There’s an order to seniority—stop this nonsense!"
What kind of joke is this? She was nearly five years older than him, and he wanted her to call him "brother"? If she gave in now, who knew how far he’d take it next time?
Hmph! Does Wen Ruan look like someone who’d let that happen?
"Are you going to say it or not?" Tang Song pressed.
"Absolutely not! That’s impossible!"
Tang Song leaned closer, his gaze locking onto hers. Wen Ruan’s eyes went wide, completely entranced.
"Sister Wen Ruan," he asked again, "are you going to call me ‘brother’?"
"Never!"
More time passed.
By now, Wen Ruan’s resolve had crumbled, her thoughts muddled as she started to babble incoherently.
"Sister Wen Ruan, call me ‘brother!’"
"...Brother..."
"Holy sh**—! That sounds amazing!" Tang Song exclaimed, utterly thrilled.