While waiting for the elevator, Hu Mingli looked at Tang Song and exclaimed, "You've changed so much in the past month, like a complete makeover. You're a bona fide handsome guy now."

She nudged Zhao Yue with her shoulder, winking, "By the way, Tang Song started his weight loss journey because of your advice. Don't you feel a great sense of achievement?"

Zhao Yue was momentarily stunned, recalling the night after the team-building event on April 1st when she had said:

"Brother Song, you're actually quite outstanding—capable, good-looking, tall. The only issue is you're a bit overweight. Start losing weight and building muscle, and the girls at our company will definitely chase after you!"

From that day forward, it seemed he really began dieting, dressing better, and styling his hair. Now, he was slimmer, his skin had improved, and he was attractive. The only issue was his poor family background; he was now unemployed.

She smiled and said, "I feel very accomplished! Brother Song is so excellent; when he joins a new company, the girls will chase after him. Good luck! Hope you find love soon!"

Guo Peng added, "Finding a job will be easy with your abilities. You might even become a leader at your next job."

They all seemed to be intentionally saying nice things, trying to comfort Tang Song. Their laughter and chatter lightened the mood considerably. Due to the rush hour, they waited for several elevators before finally squeezing into one. After a long walk-and-stop journey, they reached the B2 parking lot. Stepping out of the elevator, they immediately saw an ice-berry pink Audi A5. A two-door coupe, its sleek, dynamic body looked stunning.

Guo Peng couldn't help but remark, "Supervisor Tian is impressive, driving a 400,000 yuan A5 and having such a good parking spot."

"Is that Supervisor Tian's car? It's beautiful. I heard she lives in Yanjing Huating, in a large flat," Wang Chaoyang said with admiration and envy. Becoming a payroll supervisor at a young age, being a standard white, rich, beautiful woman—dating her would save twenty years of struggle.

Zhao Yue bit her lip and said jealously, "Some people are just born lucky. We can't compare." Secretly, she resolved to find a boyfriend who drives a luxury car and prove herself.

They followed Tang Song through the parking lot. Guo Peng and Wang Chaoyang, both car enthusiasts, admired each car they passed.

"That Cadillac CT5 belongs to our manager, who says the steering wheel always veers towards the spa."

"The star-emblem Mercedes E looks so grand."

"That BMW is nice too. The all-black color is striking. It seems new; the paint is so shiny."

As Tang Song suddenly stopped, Hu Mingli curiously asked, "Where's your car parked? Haven't seen it yet."

She had seen photos of Tang Song's car in the group chat, and its unique design should stand out in the Linjin Building's parking lot, but it wasn't around.

Guo Peng looked around but didn't see the familiar little Wuling either.

Tang Song smiled and pointed to the black BMW before them, "This is it. Just got it. By the way, Mingli, you're its first passenger."

Hu Mingli blinked, "It's my honor. Dare you let me sit in it for real?"

Guo Peng teased, "Not bad, Tang Song. I didn't know you were a hidden rich second generation! Are you quitting to take over the family business?"

Zhao Yue looked at the shiny black BMW hopefully, "This car is beautiful. It doesn't look like an ordinary 3 Series." Chapters first released on novᴇlfire.net

Car enthusiast Wang Chaoyang explained, "Judging by the body kit and wheels, it's probably a 330i M Sport Shadow Edition. With options, it would cost over 400,000 yuan, similar to Supervisor Tian's A5, much more expensive than a regular BMW 3 Series."

Hearing this, Zhao Yue's eyes brightened even more. She couldn't resist touching the emblem on the hood, imagining herself stepping out of the car. She'd surely outshine Tian Jing at the company if she had such a car.

Determined, Zhao Yue decided she would not settle for less in finding a boyfriend.

Tang Song took the lumbar support from Wang Chaoyang, walked to the car, and said, "Indeed, it's a 330i Shadow Edition, bought with an internal discount, costing under 400,000 yuan."

He placed his hand on the rear door handle. "Click," the car unlocked, and the LED lights flashed. He opened the door, placed his backpack and lumbar support inside, and closed it with a "thud."

"Which seat would you like, Mingli? Front passenger or back?" he asked.

Hu Mingli gaped, "Are you serious, Tang Song!?"

Wang Chaoyang swallowed hard, "Holy crap! This is really your car?"

Guo Peng was still processing the change. He had gone with Tang Song to get the Wuling Hongguang S, and now it was a BMW 330?

Tang Song patted the car roof, smiling. " It's a Genuine article. I picked it up yesterday. It's carbon black with a volcano-red interior. Isn't it handsome?"

At their age, many young men loved to show off a bit. Tang Song didn't intend to boast in front of his old colleagues, but seeing their shocked and admiring expressions felt good.

"Let's go. I had a diet meal for lunch, and now I'm starving. Today's buffet will be a cheat meal," he said.

Hu Mingli took a deep breath, opened the passenger door, and got in. "Goodness, Little Song, you're full of surprises," Guo Peng said, rubbing his hands excitedly. "I'll ride with you today."

He climbed into the back seat, inspecting everything curiously. Zhao Yue stood there, staring at the car and then at Tang Song, her eyes unfocused.

The black car crouched low, sleek like an elegant beast in the dim parking lot. Its smooth lines created a dynamic, stylish look, and the premium paint reflected arcs of light.

Tang Song, standing beside it, tall and relaxed, exuded a sense of ease and charm. She had always thought he was pretending to be strong, masking the sadness of being laid off, but he truly had confidence.

Brother Song, with a 400,000 yuan BMW, a hidden rich and handsome guy.

As these thoughts connected, Zhao Yue's heart pounded wildly. Tang Song waved to Wang Chaoyang and Zhao Yue, "Chaoyang, Zhao Yue, you two get back to work. Come visit us at the company when you have time."

"Vroom," the engine roared to life, and the bright lights snapped on, startling Zhao Yue out of her daze. She quickly stepped aside.

"Screech," the tires squealed as the car moved. Tang Song lowered the window and waved goodbye to his old colleagues. His slender, fair fingers stood out in the dim parking lot, which was filled with unusual beauty.

Zhao Yue felt her heart skip a few beats. She took a few steps forward, her mouth open as if to say something, but the car had already disappeared around the corner.