The Mercedes in the rain, the dripping black business umbrella, his perfect proportions, the fitted shirt and suit pants, handsome features, fair and sleek fingers, and the bouquet of fresh flowers…

It was like a perfect painting, seared into everyone’s mind.

Several girls unconsciously took a small step forward, as if hoping to capture this moment.

On stage, the two people singing stopped.

The hall fell silent, with only the soft "pitter-patter" of rain audible from outside.

The indoor lighting was warm and bright, with a mix of scents from alcohol, coffee, and desserts wafting in the air.

The young man entered through the open doors and gave a small smile to the male colleague holding the door.

He gently closed the elegant black umbrella and set it by the entrance.

In his right hand, he held a dark jacket, and he placed the bouquet of red tulips in front of him with his left.

Click, click.

The sound of his leather shoes on the wooden floor grew louder as he approached.

His lips held a faint smile, yet his presence was imbued with a cool composure and a hint of restraint.

The girls standing by the window had quickened breaths and racing heartbeats.

Encountering the Mercedes heartthrob they'd just seen in the video on this early summer evening was a fated romance no one could resist.

Wen Ruan’s hand tensed and relaxed on her hot water bag, her gaze clouding over with emotion.

The scene before her looked like something straight out of a romance novel she’d read back when she first understood love.

Their eyes met.

Tang Song stopped in front of her, his smile deepening as he saw her dazed expression. "Are you surprised? I heard you weren’t feeling well, so I came to keep you company."

Then he handed her the flowers. "For you."

His voice was soft and gentle, laced with genuine care and affection.

Wen Ruan pressed her lips together and took the flowers, whispering, "Thank you… very surprised."

She tried to stay calm, but her voice trembled slightly.

After all, she was just a normal woman, a woman with big dreams.

In a scene like this, surrounded by colleagues who had just ridiculed her, the emotions in her heart surged to the surface.

She glanced at her dumbfounded colleagues before returning her gaze to Tang Song's handsome face.

Taking a step forward, she rose on her toes, lifted her lovely face, and kissed him on the cheek.

As she inhaled his fresh, inviting scent, she couldn’t help but lick her full lips.

True attraction, she realized, was rooted in physical appeal.

A man’s looks were his wife’s pride.

This was her biggest thought at that moment.

Watching this, her male colleagues felt a pang of regret.

She was the prettiest and most attractive woman in the company. Who hadn’t had a bit of interest in her? Now that she had a boyfriend like this, they couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss.

The female colleagues were nearly grinding their teeth in envy.

"Wen Ruan… so, this is really your boyfriend? I thought you were joking," one of them muttered, unable to bear the sight of their affectionate display.

"Yeah, Wen Ruan, we’ve never even seen a picture of him!"

"When did you get together? How did you meet?"

Li Meiling, holding onto her own boyfriend, clenched her teeth in frustration, jealousy gnawing at her.

She was around Wen Ruan's age, and neither of them was married, so the two had always been compared to each other.

She had gone to all that trouble to get her boyfriend to come and spend time with her, hoping to show off. Yet here she was, overshadowed completely.

Zhang Xintong came running over from the stage, stealing a quick peek at Tang Song up close. Nudging Wen Ruan’s arm, she whispered, "Sister Wen Ruan, aren’t you going to introduce him to us?"

Just a few days ago, when Wen Ruan talked about Director Wang, she thought Wen Ruan was a bit too idealistic. Who’d have thought she’d actually find a boyfriend like this?

Hearing her colleagues refer to him as her "boyfriend," Wen Ruan’s gaze flickered, and she replied casually, "This is Tang Song. We haven’t known each other that long, so none of you have heard about him yet."

"Good afternoon." Tang Song smiled and greeted Wen Ruan's colleagues with a wave.

"Hi, handsome!" "Hello there!"

Everyone greeted him warmly, their faces friendly.

As the saying goes, there’s no need for words when the Mercedes S-Class speaks for itself.

A middle-aged man around 40 came over and offered his hand enthusiastically. "Hello, I’m Ning Song, Wen Ruan's department director. Welcome, welcome."

Tang Song shook his hand politely, "Hello, Director Ning. Wen Ruan’s often told me how much you look out for her at work. I really appreciate it."

Ning Song beamed, "It’s the least I could do. Wen Ruan’s work here has been outstanding."

Wen Ruan stood beside them, holding the bouquet with a contented smile.

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Gray clouds hung thickly in the sky, and the fine rain fell like a delicate veil.

Standing at the door, Wang Liyu held his umbrella, looking at the happiness on Wen Ruan’s face with a gaze full of sadness and loss.

He had carefully planned this day, hoping to use the outing as a chance to get closer to her and cultivate their relationship.

Instead, everything had gone wrong, and now he was left watching her love unfold, merely as a guest.

Perhaps this was fate.

Zhong Ying came over quietly, watching the couple standing together with a pang of jealousy, her eyes red with envy.

A boyfriend in his twenties, successful in his career, driving a luxury Mercedes S-Class, giving her an LV bag, tall, handsome, with an impressive demeanor, and rushing over to care for her in the rain.

No wonder she wasn’t interested in Director Wang or any of the other male colleagues.

But how could a man like him truly be with her?

Even if they were together now, it couldn’t last. Wen Ruan was already 30; he was probably just having fun.

This small consolation made Zhong Ying feel a bit better, though the bitterness remained.

With a sigh, Zhong Ying muttered, "Director Wang, I wasn’t lying; Wen Ruan really does have a boyfriend."

"I’ll go back to my room to change. You all go on." Wang Liyu nodded absently and walked away.

He had his own pride. No matter how bitter he felt, he wouldn’t say anything inappropriate to Wen Ruan in front of everyone.

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After seating Tang Song, Director Ning exchanged a few more polite words and left.

Zhang Xintong quickly scooted over, glancing back and forth between Tang Song and Wen Ruan with a grin. "Sister Wen Ruan, will your boyfriend be staying here overnight? Yunyun has a room to herself; I can switch rooms anytime."

She and Wen Ruan had been assigned to the same room, so she figured it was best to check first.

What if, in the middle of the night, Wen Ruan’s boyfriend barged in and snuck into her bed?

Wouldn’t that be... perfect!

Tang Song, glancing around the setting, brightened at her suggestion.

Wen Ruan’s cheeks reddened slightly as she turned to Tang Song, "Did you bring your ID?" The source of thɪs content is novelꜰire.net

"I did! I was worried about you, so I planned to stay with you tonight." Tang Song’s voice was deep and magnetic, with a determined tone.

He took his ID out of his pocket and handed it over, giving Wen Ruan a hopeful look.

Curvy, full-figured, with that classic manhwa physique.

Spending the night in the same room? Who could resist?

He couldn’t help resting his hand lightly on her waist.

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Without a word, Wen Ruan pressed her legs together slightly, smoothed a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled at Zhang Xintong, "No need to switch. I already asked; there are plenty of free rooms on the fourth floor."

She then got up, approached the team-building organizer, and handed over her ID, whispering, "Brother Zhang, could you tell the staff to open a room on the fourth floor? I’ll transfer the 300-yuan guest fee to you."

"Oh, sure thing! Just a moment." He took her ID and hurried off.

Listening to their conversation, Tang Song felt a slight pang of disappointment.

What a shame. He was perfectly willing to just warm her stomach.

After all, his hands, treated with Heartthrob's Hand Cream, were exceptionally warm. They’d be perfect to soothe her cramps.

"What do you want to drink? I can get you something—soda, beer, wine?" A short-haired girl blushingly approached.

Tang Song paused, then smiled, "Beer, thanks."

He’d already decided to stay the night. A bit of beer would be nice; if he ended up doing something, it wouldn’t entirely be his fault.

Seeing his warm smile and hearing his pleasant voice, the short-haired girl looked up at him with sparkling eyes, murmuring shyly, "You’re welcome."

She’d been the first to spot that short video, and she’d fallen for the Mercedes heartthrob immediately.

Seeing him in person didn’t disappoint at all; he was incredibly charming.

Not exactly a classically handsome guy, and his skin was average, but his aura was off the charts.

On this early summer evening, stepping out of his Mercedes, he had walked out of the rain with perfect poise.

She lingered a bit before heading reluctantly to the bar.

Wen Ruan, back at Tang Song’s side, couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She’d only left him alone for a second, and someone had already come over to flirt.

This girl wasn’t as pretty or as curvy as her, but she had the advantage of youth and energy.

With a pang, Wen Ruan looked at Tang Song’s handsome profile and felt a strange twinge of possessiveness.

Being in your twenties was wonderful.

I once had that too.

If only I’d met you back then—when I was still in my twenties.