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Chapter 143: Chapter 139: A Man’s Appearance, A Wife’s Glory Chapter 143: Chapter 139: A Man’s Appearance, A Wife’s Glory The Mercedes-Benz in the rain, a dripping black business umbrella, a superior body ratio, neatly tailored shirt and pants, handsome features, pale and lustrous fingers, blooming flowers…

Like a perfect painting, it burst into everyone’s hearts.

Many girls unconsciously took a half step forward, seemingly wanting to capture this moment.

The singers on the stage stopped.

The hall suddenly became very quiet, and the soft rain, “rustling,” could be faintly heard outside the window.

The indoor lighting was gentle and bright, with the air filled with the scents of alcohol, coffee, and desserts.

The young man who entered through the wide-open door smiled at a male colleague holding the door beside him.

The exquisite black business umbrella in his hand was gently closed and placed at the entrance.

The young man picked up a dark suit jacket with his right hand while holding a bouquet of red tulips in front of him with his left.

“Click—Click—”

The sound of leather shoes on the wooden floor approached from afar.

Although he was smiling, a cold and reserved air surrounded him, full of a forbidding aura.

The girls standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows all had short breaths and racing hearts.

On this early summer evening, they encountered the Attractive Man they had just seen in a short video.

This fateful romance was something no one could resist.

Wen Ruan’s grip on the hot water bottle tightened and loosened, and mist gradually formed in her eyes.

The scene before her closely resembled the male protagonist from a romance novel she had read during her naive days of affection.

They exchanged glances.

Tang Song stopped in front of her, looking at Wen Ruan who was still a bit dazed, and lightly chuckled, “Isn’t this a surprise? I heard you were feeling unwell and specially came to keep you company.”

Then, he handed over the flowers he was holding, “For you.”

His tone was gentle and clear, as though filled with profound affection and tenderness.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips, reached out to take the flowers from his hand, “Thank you, I’m very surprised.”

Although she tried to remain calm, her voice was still slightly shaky.

She was a normal woman, and even a dreamy one.

In such a scene, in front of colleagues who had just mocked her, her emotions were thoroughly ignited.

Her gaze swept over the stunned colleagues around her, finally settling on Tang Song’s handsome face.

She took a half step forward, tiptoed, and lifted her charming face to plant a kiss on his cheek.

Inhaling his fresh and pleasant scent, she couldn’t help but lick her moist lips.

True attraction stems from physical allure.

Despite the blood flowing beneath, it couldn’t conceal the clear streams that seeped out.

A man’s appearance, a wife’s glory.

This was probably her deepest impression at the moment.

Witnessing this scene, the male colleagues felt somewhat choked up.

After all, she was the prettiest and best-shaped girl in the company; everyone had their thoughts, and seeing her with such an outstanding boyfriend now, they couldn’t help feeling a bit forlorn.

The female colleagues were so envious their teeth might just fall out.

“Wen Ruan… is this really your boyfriend? I just thought you were joking,” a female colleague, who couldn’t stand it any longer after gobbling down so much ‘dog food’, said with envy.

“Yeah Wen Ruan, how come you never posted his picture?”

“When did you get together? How did you meet him?”

Li Meiling, who was clinging to her own boyfriend, clenched her teeth hard, the jealousy nearly consuming her alive.

She and Wen Ruan were about the same age and both unmarried, always somewhat competitive with each other.

Today, she had finally called her boyfriend to accompany her, intending to flaunt him in front of Wen Ruan, but ended up being overshadowed instead.

Zhang Xintong, who had just been on stage, jogged over and sneaked a closer look at Tang Song, nudging Wen Ruan’s arm, “Sister Wen Ruan, aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Earlier, when speaking with Wen Ruan about President Wang, she thought her aspirations were somewhat too idealistic, but she had indeed found such a boyfriend.

As colleagues discussed the term ‘boyfriend’, Wen Ruan’s gaze flitted away, evasively saying, “This is Tang Song, we haven’t known each other for very long, so you all wouldn’t know.”

“Good afternoon.” Tang Song smiled and waved to Wen Ruan’s colleagues.

“Hello, handsome!” “Hello!”

The crowd eagerly greeted him, outwardly very amicable.

There’s a saying that is well put: you don’t need to say much, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class speaks for you.

A middle-aged man, about 40 years old, came up to him with a friendly hand extended, “Hello, I am Wen Ruan’s department director, Ning Song, welcome, welcome.”

Tang Song shook his hand and politely responded, “Hello President Ning, I’ve always heard from Wen Ruan how well you take care of her at work, thank you very much.”

Ning Song beamed, “It’s only right, Wen Ruan’s performance at the company is there for all to see.”

Wen Ruan stood by holding the flowers, her face revealing a blissful smile.

…

The sky was covered with thick grey clouds, and the fine rain gently drizzled like silk.

Standing at the door, Wang Liyu still held the umbrella, watching the joyous smile on Wen Ruan’s face, his eyes filled with loss and sadness.

It was supposed to be the grand stage he had planned, where he wanted to get close and foster feelings with the woman he liked.

Yet, everything went wrong throughout the day, and in the end, he had to witness her love, while all I could be was a guest.

It seemed this was fate.

Zhong Ying, who had slowly approached, pressed her lips tightly shut as she observed the two figures standing together.

Her heart was incredibly sour, her eyes reddening with jealousy.

A 25-year-old successful boyfriend, driving a million-dollar Mercedes-Benz S-Class, giving LV bags, tall and attractive, outstanding demeanor, coming to care in the rain.

No wonder she wasn’t interested in Director Wang or any other male colleague.

But how could such a boy be with her?

Even if they were together temporarily, it certainly wouldn’t last long; Wen Ruan was already 30, perhaps this boy was just playing around.

After comforting herself, Zhong Ying finally felt a bit better, but her heart was still uneasy.

Even if it was temporary, Wen Ruan was getting a great deal with such a man.

Sighing inwardly, Zhong Ying whispered, “Director Wang, I didn’t lie to you, Wen Ruan really does have a boyfriend.”

“I’m going back to my room to change clothes, you guys continue having fun,” Wang Liyu said absently, nodding and turning to leave.

He had his pride, and at such times, no matter how unwilling he felt, he wouldn’t go up to Wen Ruan and say anything inappropriate.

…

After seating Tang Song,

President Ning Song exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving.

Zhang Xintong hurriedly leaned in, looked at Tang Song, then at Wen Ruan.

Smiling, she asked, “Sister Wen Ruan, is your boyfriend staying over tonight? Yúnyún has her room to herself, I can move there anytime.”

She and Wen Ruan were assigned the same room, so she had to ask in advance.

In case, in the middle of the night while she’s sleeping, Wen Ruan’s boyfriend barges in and crawls into her bed.

That would truly be… fantastic!

Tang Song, who was looking around the environment, brightened up at the mention.

Wen Ruan’s face instantly reddened a bit, she turned and asked, “Tang Song, did you bring your ID?”

“Yes! I’m quite worried about you, and I want to stay with you overnight,” Tang Song’s voice was steady and magnetic, with a resolute tone.

He then pulled out his ID from his pocket and handed it over.

Looking expectantly at his “girlfriend” Wen Ruan.

A grand, perfect figure like in Korean comics,

If they shared a room for one night, who could resist!

Thinking this, Tang Song couldn’t help but gently place his hand on her waist, feeling the warmth and softness of his ‘big sister’.

The [Badge – Lucky Me] is truly a miracle!

Wen Ruan discretely clenched her legs together, smoothed her hair at the temples, and smiled at Zhang Xintong, “No need to move, I asked, there are many empty rooms on the 4th floor.”

After speaking, she stood up and went over to a colleague responsible for organizing this team-building event.

She handed over her ID and whispered, “Brother Zhang, could you please tell the staff to open a room on the 4th floor? I’ll transfer the 300 yuan family team-building fee to you later.”

“Oh oh! Alright, just give me a moment, I’ll be right back,” Brother Zhang quickly took it and turned to leave.

Listening to their conversation, Tang Song felt slightly disappointed.

It was a pity, he was actually very innocent, just wanting to warm her belly.

After all, his hand had been blessed by the [Attractive Man’s Hand Cream], very warm and nimble, definitely able to bring warmth to Wen Ruan during her menstruation.

“What would you like to drink? I can get it for you, soda, beer, wine, they have it all,” a short-haired girl suddenly came over, her cheeks flushed.

Tang Song paused, then smiled, “Beer, please, thank you.”

He had decided not to go back tonight; a bit of beer was just right, and if he drank too much and did something, he wouldn’t blame himself.

Seeing the warm, handsome smile on his face, hearing his pleasant voice, the short-haired girl gazed at him with watery eyes and said in a sticky tone, “You’re welcome.”

She was the first to see that short video and had really liked the little brother driving the Mercedes from then on.

Seeing him in person did not disappoint at all, he truly had Charm.

He might not have the most stunning face or the best skin, but that elite quality was unmatched.

On this early summer evening, stepping out of the Mercedes, he walked slowly from behind the rain curtain.

Taking a few more glances, the short-haired girl reluctantly headed towards the bar.

Returning to his side, Wen Ruan couldn’t help but pout; she had just left for a moment, and someone had already come to flirt.

Although the girl was neither as pretty nor as well-built as her, she had the advantage of youth and vitality.

Thinking this, Wen Ruan took another look at the handsome side profile of Tang Song, and for some reason, felt a bit uneasy inside.

To be in your early twenties, how wonderful.

I had that once.

If only I had met you when I was in my twenties!