Wen Ruan

"Ding-dong—" Tang Song's Mobile Phone vibrated.

Hu Mingli said with a smile, "I've sent you the photos on WeChat. Take a look and see if you like this one first, then we'll talk about the others."

"Okay." Tang Song nodded, picked up his Mobile Phone, opened WeChat messages, and checked the pictures.

The photo shows a girl wearing a light gray bodycon skirt.

She has long, flowing hair and a mature, beautiful appearance.

She has a large bust, a slender waist, full hips, and ample thighs—a classic hourglass figure.

Overall, she looks plump and shapely, with a very fleshy feel.

Tang Song gasped. Her appearance was alright, but her figure was a bit exaggerated, like something out of Korean Comics.

Hu Mingli whispered, "How about Tang Song? Want to consider her? I'll let you in on a secret: she has abs."

"Click—" Tang Song opened the car door a crack, his eyes shining brightly, and said, "Sister Mingli, how about we take another picture? I think my pose just now was a bit silly."

"Hehe, I think the one just now was great, her temperament was outstanding." Hu Mingli scrolled through her Mobile Phone album and said, "Let me make it clear first, I'm just introducing you, I can't guarantee whether it will work out or not, she has very high standards."

"It's okay, I just want to make more friends and exchange fitness knowledge with her."

Hu Mingli said irritably, "Get out of here. I know what you're thinking. Let's go and talk as we walk. I still have to stay up all night modifying code tonight."

"Rumble—" Tang Song started the car and navigated to Hu Mingli's address.

"Sister Mingli, why don't you tell us more about the woman?"

"Her name is Wen Ruan. She was my colleague at my previous company. We shared an apartment for two years and were very good friends. She currently works in marketing planning at a media company. Her character and abilities are impeccable, and you've seen her figure and looks. The only problem is her age; she's 29 this year, and her parents are pressuring her to get married."

Tang Song said softly, "29 years old is still fine; it's the age when a woman is most charming."

"Good heavens! You're really good at double standards! Just now you and Brother Guo were saying I'm old and past my prime." Hu Mingli rolled her eyes at him and continued, "I'll send her your photo and WeChat later, you two can chat."

"She has high standards and is unwilling to settle, so she has remained single."

"She has a wide range of interests, including running, rock climbing, Road Bike, music, and travel. She has a very easygoing personality and says what she thinks without being petty. Since we started living together, we've hardly ever argued. She always speaks her mind."

A black BMW 330 drove out of the parking lot and merged into the traffic on the street. From a distance, the bright lights formed a golden thread.

In the quiet car, the two chatted casually.

Tang Song gradually formed a clear image of a "Wen Ruan" woman in his mind and roughly understood what kind of person she was.

A dozen minutes later, the car arrived at its destination.

"Let's go, Tang Song. Remember to check your WeChat friend requests when you get home. Bye-bye." Hu Mingli pushed open the car door and got out.

"Bye-Bye."

Then, Hu Mingli suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "That little girl Zhao Yue is probably still crying her eyes out. You've helped her so much, and she didn't even attend your dinner after she resigned. That's pretty lame. Hehe, I'll send your picture to the Girls' Group Chat later so she can cry even harder."

After saying that, he smiled and left.

Back in the Rental House.

I tidied up the clutter in the office and took a hot shower.

I picked up my Mobile Phone and checked it; there were no friend notifications.

His beautician friend didn't reply to his invitation to go to the movies.

Tang Song couldn't help but recall what Zhao Yachian had said last time, "We'll always be good friends, right?"

He wasn't stupid; he naturally understood the subtext of those words.

Based on Tang Song's understanding of her, Zhao Yachian's lack of response was probably because she didn't want to deceive him with an excuse, but she didn't know how to refuse, so she simply didn't reply, just like the last time she asked him to go shopping.

Tang Song pursed his lips and didn't press the matter further.

I pulled " To 《To Kill a Mockingbird》" from the bookshelf and leaned against the headboard to continue reading.

Relationships are often reciprocal. Being kind to someone requires knowing your limits. Blindly pleasing and giving doesn't necessarily bring you closer to them.

He is still too inexperienced in interpersonal relationships, especially those between men and women, and needs to continuously learn and explore.

This is also why he chose "《How to Win Friends and Influence People》" as the eighth book he would read next.

At 10 PM, Tang Song put down his book.

Leaning against the headboard, I opened the Douyin app, wanting to see the results of my video from this morning.

Immediately following, the eye is greeted by a striking 99+ unread messages.

Tang Song's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly went to his personal center.

Number of followers: 525.

In just one day, I gained 420 new followers because of a single video!

With the added benefit of my Popular Me made a net profit of 42,000 yuan.

Terrifying!

Open the video; it has 1074 likes and 321 comments.

For a new account to achieve this level of data without any promotion is already quite impressive.

I checked the comments, and most of them were praising his beautiful hands, while many others were discussing the car's interior.

Tang Song browsed the comments section for a while and felt refreshed. Indeed, his strategy of separating operations was the right one!

"Buzz—" The Mobile Phone vibrated.

A new friend notification popped up.

Her nickname is "Wenruan" (meaning "Wen Ruan"), and her profile picture is a bicycle.

Tang Song quickly clicked to approve.

I entered the chat interface, hesitating about what to say.

"Buzz buzz buzz—" The Mobile Phone vibrated.

Wen Ruan: "I've accepted your friend request. We can start chatting now."

Tang Song's eyebrows twitched.

Good grief, you're trying to trick me!

How should I reply?

He's really not good at flirting, and he can't say anything witty or suggestive.

After thinking for a moment, she forced herself to say, "Hello, I'm Tang Song, Ming Li's former colleague."

"Buzzing—"

Wen Ruan: "Hello, I'm Wen Ruan, Ming Li's former colleague."

Upon seeing her message, Tang Song couldn't help but grin, and his mood relaxed as well, proving at least that this older sister had a really good personality.

We've added each other as friends, so there's no need to be formal. The chat shouldn't be too awkward.

After a moment's Pondered, Tang Song replied, "The code has been matched; it seems they're on our side!"

Wen Ruan: 6 flipped. jpg

Wen Ruan: "Lili told me you lost 20 pounds in just over half a month, is that true?"

Tang Song: Nodding frantically. gif

Tang Song: "I am still working out. You are a professional in this field, and I hope you can give me some guidance in the future."

Wen Ruan: "I'm just a fitness enthusiast, not a professional. We can exchange ideas sometime."

The two chatted about weight loss and fitness for a while, and gradually the awkwardness disappeared.

She spoke Wen Ruan and with great restraint, and didn't ask about his specific situation, as if she really just wanted to get to know him.

Wen Ruan: yawning. jpg

Wen Ruan: "It's time to sleep. Staying up any longer isn't good for your Mobile Phone."

Tang Song smiled and replied with a "goodnight" emoji, thus ending their first chat.

The process was uneventful, but I had a good impression of it.

Tang Song clicked on the other person's profile picture to enter their Moments.

Only the content from the last 3 days was displayed.