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Chapter 491: Chapter 272 Mr. Tang, Come Marry Me_5 Chapter 491: Chapter 272 Mr. Tang, Come Marry Me_5 Every move was filled with mature and sexy charm.

Upon meeting again, the thrilling excitement and poignant sense of loss still lingered in his thoughts.

This must be the lethality of a first love.

She did nothing; just standing there, she became the focal point of all gazes.

After exchanging greetings,

Sun Simin and Zhou Bo warmly invited everyone to sit down at the dinner table.

The table was filled with dishes, including not only home-cooked small stir-fries but also some cooked food that Wen Ruan particularly enjoyed eating in Imperial City.

The small dining table was somewhat crowded with six people seated around it.

Zhang Xintong felt embarrassed and secretly shared her location with Tang Song.

“Wen Ruan, I heard from Brother Zhao that you are going back to Star Cloud International?” Su Keke asked curiously.

Wen Ruan nodded calmly, “I have already sent my resume, and Zhao is communicating with President Ji, I should go directly to the Yan City branch to complete the entry procedures.”

Su Keke was her former department colleague, three years her junior.

During their tenure, the two had a good relationship, and they were also friends with Sun Simin.

Latter, Su Keke was assigned to the department overseen by Sun Simin, and they gradually became best friends.

Like her, she came to be Sun Simin’s bridesmaid.

As for Zheng Jinpeng, he volunteered to be the best man.

As they ate, Wen Ruan suddenly asked, “Simin, do you have any alcohol?”

“Um…” Sun Simin paused, then immediately smiled, “Yes, here we go, let’s have a toast to celebrate today.”

From the moment they met, she noticed that Wen Ruan was out of sorts, feeling very down.

She had been trying to cheer her up through conversation.

Soon, three cans of beer were opened.

Glasses lined up, filled to the brim.

“Cheers!” “Cheers!”

“Ting~~ Ting~~ Ting~~”

The cold, tart beer flowed down her throat, and Wen Ruan tipped her head back and drank it all in one go.

Sun Simin opened her mouth but ended up filling her glass again.

As a close friend, she knew Wen Ruan too well; this was the time to drink with her.

Su Keke looked across at Wen Ruan, her eyes brimming with emotion.

Once upon a time, Wen Ruan was considered the most promising employee in their division.

Vibrant youth, impressive work, tremendous ability.

Now, meeting her again, all she saw was profound fatigue and helplessness.

It seemed she hadn’t been doing too well these past few years.

Indeed, at 30, if she hadn’t left Star Cloud International, she could have held a higher position than Zhao Mingying by now.

Yet now, she could only think about getting an internal recommendation to go to the Yan City branch.

The treatment there naturally couldn’t compare with Imperial City and the position offered wouldn’t be high.

Moreover, when Wen Ruan left Star Cloud International, she had left with much humiliation and reluctance.

This time, her return might be an attempt to make a final effort, to prove herself.

“Wen Ruan, let’s have one just between us, it’s been years, I really missed you,” Su Keke raised her glass, “Now that we’ll be working in the same group again, we’ll have more chances to meet. Let’s do our best!”

“Let’s do our best.” Wen Ruan smiled and clinked glasses with her, then drank again.

Zheng Jinpeng expressed concern, “Wen Ruan, eat some dishes first, drinking on an empty stomach is bad for your stomach.”

“After leaving Imperial City, my stomach is completely healed, no worries,” Wen Ruan gently shook her head, her cheeks tinged with a light blush.

Outside the window, the last gleam of the sunset quietly vanished, replaced by the ink-like night sky.

…

The high-speed train slowly pulled into Imperial City West Station.

Tang Song strode towards the exit.

He passed through the bustling crowd.

Gradually, his steps quickened, and the surroundings began to blur.

“Bang!” The taxi door was shut forcefully.

“Driver, to the Yizhuang Bridge metro station.”

“Certainly!” The driver replied, and soon the dual-colored new energy vehicle from BAIC surged forward.

“Ding-dong—” The WeChat notification sounded.

[Zhang Xintong: “Wen Ruan and the others are going to a wedding dress store to try on the bridesmaid and best man outfits, don’t worry, I’m still with them! I’ve been comforting Wen Ruan all the time.”]

Tang Song: “Xintong, send me the location of the wedding dress store.”

[Zhang Xintong: Time Imprint Wedding Dress Store.map]

He clicked to check, right next to the subway station’s ground floor.

As the car drove out of the high-speed train station.

The familiar night view of Imperial City burst into Tang Song’s sight.

The brilliant lights twinkled like stars, sketching the contours of this international metropolis.

Tang Song pursed his lips, his feelings complicated.

…

Time Imprint Wedding Dress Store was a very famous chain store.

The owner was a client Sun Simin met at work; all the wedding-related arrangements this time were solved here, with a huge discount offered.

Sun Simin handed over two sets of bridesmaid dresses, already sized, to Wen Ruan and Su Keke, then asked her husband and Zheng Jinpeng to pick out groomsmen’s attire.

More than ten minutes later.

Zheng Jinpeng looked at Wen Ruan, who had just walked out of the dressing room, his gaze slightly dazed.

The white lace gown, the shiny silver hairband, the delicate collarbones, the slender neck, the charming face, the sexy and commanding figure.

She stood there quietly, like a beautiful painting, captivating everyone’s attention.

If she showed up at the wedding like this, she would undoubtedly be the most eye-catching presence.

Sun Simin excitedly gave a thumbs up and laughed, “Ruannuan, Keke, you both look so beautiful, and of course, my taste is excellent too.”

Next to them, Su Keke’s face looked slightly unnatural.

Her figure was relatively average, looking fine on its own.

But once she stood next to Wen Ruan, she appeared quite unremarkable.

“Oh oh, and our handsome groomsmen! Jinpeng, with your six feet of height, you’re a natural clothes hanger, so perfect!” Sun Simin patted her husband Zhou Bo’s arm, “Husband, can your classmate still make it?”

This time, they had arranged two bridesmaids and two groomsmen.

However, Zhou Bo’s college classmate had suddenly gone on a business trip and had yet to come to try on his attire.

Zhou Bo smiled awkwardly, “Today he said the company scheduled a business trip, and it’s not sure if he can make it on our wedding day.”

“All right then, let’s prepare for him not being able to make it.” Sun Simin nodded, giving a resigned pat on Wen Ruan, whispering, “It’s a pity you don’t have a boyfriend, otherwise, it would be great to have him as a groomsman.”

There were six people in their dorm, and only Wen Ruan was not married; she was actually quite worried about it.

Wen Ruan’s eyes trembled slightly, but she said nothing.

Zheng Jinpeng suddenly spoke up, “Hey, there’s a guitar prop for shooting here; how about I play a song for you all!”

Although he said “you all,” his gaze was fixed directly on Wen Ruan.

“Yes! Jinpeng, you were a member of the college band; it’s been so long since I last heard you play the guitar.” Sun Simin immediately clapped.

The others also cheered him on.

Zheng Jinpeng picked up the folk guitar from the corner.

He leaned against a high stool next to Wen Ruan, and his vibrant college life flashed before his eyes.

First loves, how hard they are to let go of.

Especially this encounter, he felt that Wen Ruan was not happy, which made him feel distressed.

…

“Here we are!” The driver stopped by the roadside.

Tang Song paid the fare, pushed open the car door, and got out.

The slightly dry evening breeze hit his face.

He looked at the “Time Imprint Wedding Dress Store” across the street, took a deep breath, straightened his messy hair, and strode in.

The time was already close to 9 PM, and there were no customers on the first floor.

“Hello sir, how may I help you?” The slender waitress’s eyes lit up, and she quickly approached.

“My friend is upstairs choosing bridesmaid dresses.”

“Oh, friends of Ms. Sun, right? Please come upstairs.”

Tang Song nodded and climbed up the wooden staircase.

The sound of “ding ding dong dong” from a guitar came through, accompanied by a male voice.

[BGM: Let me see you again, from south to north…]

Tang Song took a deep breath and stepped onto the second-floor staircase.

In the corner by the window, six men and women huddled together.

Tang Song’s gaze instantly focused on one figure.

Dressed in a bridesmaid dress, she looked almost like a bride, stunningly beautiful.

“Dada da” — the sound of hard-soled leather shoes tapping on the wooden floor, creating crisp sounds, also drawing their attention.

Wen Ruan’s gaze inadvertently swept over and she froze on the spot.

Tang Song strode forward, passed through the group, and hugged Wen Ruan, kissing her passionately.

“Zhuangzhuang, I’m sorry,” he murmured in his heart.