Chapter 269

Soft lips, carrying a slight tremor.

The alluring sweet fragrance mixed with the scent of beer, winding around Tang Song's nose, mouth, and tongue.

The emotions that had been building up since the moment he saw her message on the photo finally erupted at this moment.

His hands gripped her supple waist tightly, kissing her with extra force.

As if he wanted to knead her entire being into his own body.

Thick mist welled up in Wen Ruan's eyes, and she looked into his eyes with a dazed gaze.

She couldn't quite tell if it was reality or a dream.

The "ding-dong" sound of the guitar stopped, and the second floor of the bridal shop became unusually quiet.

This boy who suddenly rushed out and forced a kiss on Wen Ruan left them all somewhat stunned.

They hadn't even clearly seen the other person's face.

"Holy shit! Who the hell is this? Get the hell out of here!" Zheng Jinpeng, who had come to his senses, had red eyes as he stepped forward to grab Tang Song's arm, pulling him away with force.

Damn! This is my college "white moonlight"!

She hasn't even been in a relationship yet, and she's been forced to kiss like this?

Zhang Xintong, who was silently eating "dog food," was startled.

She hurriedly grabbed the agitated Zheng Jinpeng and explained, "Don't misunderstand, he's Sister Wen Ruan's boyfriend."

The expression on Zheng Jinpeng's face froze, and the movement of his hands gradually stopped, "Wen Ruan's boyfriend?"

Sun Simin ran over quickly, looking at her with a confused face, "Ruanruan! What is going on?"

Because everything happened so suddenly just now, it caught her completely off guard.

When did Wen Ruan have a boyfriend? How come I didn't know anything about it?

Coming back to her senses from her dazed state, Wen Ruan looked around, then looked at Tang Song in front of her.

Her lips trembled, and she said in disbelief, "Tang Song, you... why are you here?"

Tang Song looked into her eyes, "I missed you, so I came to the Imperial Capital to find you, and I'm very worried about you."

After speaking, he leaned over again and kissed her on her fair cheek.

Wen Ruan's eyelashes trembled, her snow-white teeth bit her lower lip, and tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes without her knowing.

Then it became unstoppable; Tang Song embraced her body again, resting her head on his shoulder.

Her clothes were soon soaked through by hot tears.

Ever since they met, Wen Ruan had always been like a big sister in front of him.

She was understanding, tolerant, free-spirited, gentle, and fun-loving.

Being with her, one could always feel a kind of warmth of being cared for.

However, she now appeared very fragile, like a wounded kitten longing for its owner's care.

Tang Song gently stroked her long hair, comforting her in a low voice.

Sun Simin beside them widened her eyes, looking at Tang Song with a look of amazement.

His attire was very business-like—a white shirt, black trousers—and his hairstyle was slightly messy, but it still couldn't hide his outstanding looks and temperament.

The most crucial thing was that he was young and had a great body!

His physique was tall and well-proportioned, his muscle lines were clear, and he was incredibly handsome!

As Wen Ruan's long-time friend, she instantly realized the truth.

Well done, Ruanruan! You really are still that "looks-obsessed" person! You secretly found yourself a "little wolf dog"!

After a while.

Wen Ruan raised her head, took the tissues handed over by Zhang Xintong, and wiped her tears.

After taking a few deep breaths and calming down, she looked straight at Tang Song and said softly, "Thank you."

Her emotional breakdown earlier was, in the end, still about her disappointment in herself and her insecurity regarding relationships.

Tang Song's sudden appearance was like a beam of light piercing through the dim night sky of the Imperial Capital, making her heart brighten along with it.

As for how he knew she was here, being the clever person she was, she naturally guessed the reason.

Thinking of Zhang Xintong's several unusual actions today, Wen Ruan's snow-white, full chest heaved, her eyes interlaced with joy and being moved.

Regardless of anything else, this proved that he really cared about her.

He had been silently caring about her situation all along.

The improvement brought by the body optimization was visible to the naked eye.

Tang Song held her hand and shook his head gently, "We are a couple; caring for you is what I should do, no need to say thank you."

After speaking, he turned around, his gaze sweeping over the others.

A charming smile appeared on his face, "Good evening, everyone. Let's formally introduce ourselves; I am Wen Ruan's boyfriend, Tang Song."

His posture was elegant and confident, and his voice was exceptionally pleasant to hear.

He instantly left a very good impression on them.

Sun Simin hurriedly laughed, "Hello, Tang Song. I'm Ruanruan's college roommate, Sun Simin. Ruanruan hid it so well; such a big thing, and I never heard her reveal a hint of it."

"I'm Simin's husband, Zhou Bo."

"Hello, I'm Wen Ruan's friend, Su Keke." Su Keke introduced herself and couldn't help but secretly size up the handsome boy in front of her.

Just from his appearance, he was indeed a perfect match for Wen Ruan.

And he had an overflowing elite temperament; it seemed his job and conditions were likely quite good too.

She couldn't help but feel a bit envious.

Sure enough, a great beauty like Wen Ruan, even if she suffers setbacks in her career, can always find a good place to land.

Zheng Jinpeng held the guitar in one hand and reached out the other directly, his gaze complex as he said, "Hello, I'm Wen Ruan's college classmate, Zheng Jinpeng."

Although it had been 8 years since graduation and he had already dated several girlfriends, he still couldn't quite let go.

Watching Wen Ruan sobbing in his arms, he felt both bitter and uncomfortable.

There was even some unspeakable jealousy.

"Hello." Tang Song shook hands with him, his gaze calm and confident.

From the other person's reaction and attitude, he could naturally see that this Zheng Jinpeng had a crush on Wen Ruan.

But so what?

The "big sister" could only be his alone; anyone else harboring thoughts was making a mistake and offending him.

He looked at the folk guitar in his hand.

Tang Song gently squeezed Wen Ruan's hand and kissed her ear.

Breathing in her sexy, mature scent, he whispered, "Ruanruan, what song do you want to hear? I'll sing it for you."

His "Ruanruan" instantly made Wen Ruan's legs go weak.

A faint blush appeared on her face, and she patted his chest gently, "Anything is fine. There are many people here today; don't blame me if you make a fool of yourself."

Tang Song wanted to coax her into being happy, so she naturally couldn't bear to refuse.

Although the two often talked about music, they had never been to KTV together, and she had never heard him sing. She didn't know what he would sing, so she just let him choose.

Even if he were tone-deaf, Wen Ruan would still hear it as heavenly music.

In the end, she was just enjoying Tang Song's care and concern for her.

"OK." Tang Song let go of Wen Ruan's hand, "I just heard you all playing and singing 'Anheqiao,' but I interrupted it, so I'll finish the song."

After speaking, he looked at Zheng Jinpeng, smiled, and reached out, "Let me use the guitar, thanks."

Zheng Jinpeng raised his eyebrows, paused for a moment, but still handed it over.

Sun Simin looked at Zheng Jinpeng, then at Tang Song, as if she were seeing the scene from campus again where several boys were jealous over Wen Ruan.

One had to admit, the "little wolf dog" was truly aggressive.

The key was that Tang Song's behavior wasn't off-putting at all; he had great poise.

The "atmosphere setter" Zhang Xintong clapped her hands and said with a giggle, "Go for it, go for it!"

Sun Simin also clapped to encourage him.

Hearing that Tang Song was going to play and sing with the guitar, Wen Ruan asked in surprise, "You can play guitar? How come I haven't heard you mention it before?"

"I can do many things; you'll need to explore them slowly." Tang Song gave her a bright smile and sat down on the high stool by the window with the guitar.

His posture was tall and elegant.

His slightly messy hair was gently blown by the night breeze, his sharp-angled silhouette, handsome features, paired with his semi-formal attire, gave him a unique temperament.

He gently plucked the guitar strings, simply testing the sound.

Tang Song raised his head, his gaze looking toward Wen Ruan.

A simple, high-end white shirt, the collar slightly open, revealing delicate collarbones and clear muscle texture.

Under his high-bridged nose, his lips were slightly pursed, his eyes deep and bright.

A rich, overflowing literary atmosphere radiated from him.

"So handsome!" Zhang Xintong couldn't help but cup her hands over her chest.

Sun Simin and Su Keke's eyes also lit up.

Not to mention how well he played the guitar, just this appearance was truly impeccable; it was such a feast for the eyes!

Wen Ruan pursed her lips tightly, her hands clenched.

This was a Tang Song she had never seen before.

She didn't expect him to have such a side; he really was a treasure of a boy.

"Ding-ding-deng-deng~ Tap~"

An incredibly infectious intro melody flowed out slowly, occasionally accompanied by the "tap-tap" sound of him hitting the resonance box.

Tang Song's fingertips slid, jumped, and pressed on the strings; every movement was precise and full of emotion, as flexible and rhythmic as a dancer.

It instantly gave everyone present goosebumps.

"Is that fingerstyle guitar!?" Zhang Xintong opened her mouth wide in surprise, her eyes bulging.

The expression on Zheng Jinpeng's face was somewhat stagnant; he considered himself a semi-professional player.

He had been practicing since middle school, was a key player in the school guitar club in college, and had even messed around with a band with a few friends.

From Tang Song's technique and skill, he immediately understood the other person's level—it was absolutely professional, master-level.

Various techniques were used with ease, and the rhythm was smooth and natural.

Others also noticed Tang Song's unique way of playing.

The tone was richer than a regular guitar, very layered, and extremely expressive.

With just one guitar, he managed to play the effects of multiple instruments simultaneously.

It sounded explosively good!

The heart-stirring intro ended, and a magnetic voice rang out.

【BGM: Please tell me one more time, about that day, the girl holding the box...】

Professional-level music theory knowledge, an optimized voice, the singing experience increased by 【Su Yu's Lyric Book】, and unique fingerstyle guitar.

It instantly created a tranquil, distant atmosphere, stirring up everyone's emotions.

【BGM: I know those summers, just like youth, can never come back; what replaces dreams can only be making do. I know the boasts we made will also be laughed off along with our youth...】

Wen Ruan's gaze gradually became dazed, and she stared blankly in Tang Song's direction.

Listening to his singing, her thoughts were moved by his voice.

Nostalgia and attachment to youth, reflections and helplessness regarding life's changes, a faint sadness and loneliness...

The song "Anheqiao," under Tang Song's performance, struck her heartstrings just right.

It also completely ignited the pent-up frustration she had been holding for so long.

A faint evening breeze blew in from outside the window, and the white sheer curtains swayed gently.

On the second floor of the bridal shop, there was only the sound of the guitar and singing.

Under the brilliant, beautiful lights, Tang Song's gaze gradually lowered.

His emotions were completely integrated into the performance.

The guitar sound was sometimes low and winding, like a whisper in the night;

Sometimes high-pitched and passionate, like a call in the morning light.

His voice and the guitar sound intertwined, forming an indescribable harmony and beauty.

【BGM: I know this world has too many regrets every day, so hello, goodbye...】

The singing stopped, leaving only the beautiful guitar sound.

Tang Song raised his head and saw Wen Ruan, who was tearful and looking lost.

He stood up from the high stool, paced to her front, and began to improvise the chords.

Infusing the notes with longing and expectation for the future.

Wen Ruan looked at Tang Song in front of her, bit her tongue hard, opened her arms to wrap around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

The guitar sound stopped abruptly.

Wen Ruan greedily sucked on his mouth, breathed in his scent, looked into his eyes, and felt his love.

Her true feelings for Tang Song began on that day at the Huiying Creative Park.

It wasn't just the romance of him walking out of the rain, but also the gentleness and care he showed afterward.

The specially warmed heating pad, the perfectly timed painkiller...

At that time, she was calm on the surface, but inside, her heart was collapsing like a mountain and surging like the sea; she had completely fallen.

Otherwise, she, who had kept herself pure for 30 years, wouldn't have knocked on his door that night.

From the moment she walked in, she knew what would happen.

Sun Simin and the others looked at each other, feeling like they were being shown off to.

They hadn't been meeting for long, and they didn't know how many times they had kissed already!

The key was that Wen Ruan's boyfriend was indeed excellent; his appearance and temperament were impeccable, and he could play the guitar with extreme skill.

With these conditions, even if he became an influencer, he would likely make plenty of money.

Zheng Jinpeng's hand clenched and then relaxed; he sighed helplessly.

Back then, on the school playground, downstairs in the dorms, and in the woods, he didn't know how many times he had sung to Wen Ruan.

Although his level was far inferior to Tang Song's, the innocence of youth couldn't be faked.

But he had never been able to truly move her.

After simply touching up her makeup, Wen Ruan walked out of the restroom.

"Sorry everyone, I was a little emotional today; I didn't scare you, did I?"

After speaking, she smiled and made an expression of asking for forgiveness toward Sun Simin and the others.

Her demeanor had completely returned to normal, and she had become that mature, generous big sister again.

"If you have anything on your mind in the future, say it out loud; don't bottle it up inside." Sun Simin held her hand with some heartache.

Wen Ruan smiled and shook her head, "It's nothing, just some problems at work; I can solve them myself. I've tried on the bridesmaid dress, and it's getting late, let's go."

Sun Simin was just about to nod, then looked at Tang Song and smiled, "That... since you have a boyfriend, why don't you let him be a groomsman at our wedding? It'll just happen to make a pair with you."

Zhou Bo beside them patted his head and looked at Tang Song, "A colleague of mine promised to come be a groomsman, but something came up at the last minute, and he might not be able to make it."

Sun Simin complained, "My husband's company does management consulting, and they have business all over the country, so they often have to travel everywhere. We originally planned to get married on May Day, but the plan was disrupted because of a business trip. Now the groomsman we agreed on has also run off on a business trip. Oh right, speaking of which, he actually went to Yancheng for his business trip."

Wen Ruan looked at Tang Song and said softly, "The wedding is on Saturday, July 1st. See what your schedule is like; if you're busy, then forget it."

Tang Song blinked and smiled, "Actually, the main reason I came to the Imperial Capital was to accompany you to the wedding; being a groomsman is also quite interesting."

Hearing his words, Wen Ruan's heart instantly felt warm and fuzzy.

At the same time, she realized that her two best friends had already completely sold her out.

In the past, the chats in their group were specifically revealed to Tang Song by Hu Mingli and Zhang Ziqi with her permission.

The original intention was to act as wingmen and tools for their flirtation.

But looking at it now, under the impact of a series of "sugar-coated shells," they had shamefully defected.

Wen Ruan gritted her teeth; she must find a way to get revenge later!

"That's great! There happen to be groomsmen outfits here; you can pick a suitable size." Sun Simin pointed to a wardrobe nearby.

Tang Song followed the sound and looked over; it was basically the same as what Zheng Jinpeng was wearing.

A standard black suit.

Since they were fixed-size clothes, wearing them would more or less result in a poor fit.

After thinking about it, Tang Song said, "I came to the Imperial Capital in a hurry and didn't bring any clothes. I just happen to want Wen Ruan to accompany me shopping for a few outfits these next few days; I'll just buy a suit of the same style then."

"That works." Sun Simin nodded and didn't say anything more.

9:50 PM.

The group of seven walked out of the bridal shop.

The humid, hot air hit them instantly.

Zheng Jinpeng looked at Wen Ruan and said his goodbyes.

Su Keke followed him and walked directly to the subway station to catch a ride.

Zhang Xintong looked left and right, whispering, "Sister Wen Ruan, I'm just going to take a taxi back to the hotel, bye~"

After speaking, she waved at Tang Song, trotted to the side of the road, and tapped the app to start calling a taxi.

Wen Ruan smiled and didn't say anything.

She had already submitted her resignation and had completely left the "Meigou Technology" work group, so she was now free of all burdens.

Now that her boyfriend was by her side, she naturally wouldn't be silly enough to run back to stay there.

The four of them crossed the traffic light and arrived outside the gate of the Fuyuanli residential compound.

Sun Simin pulled Wen Ruan and pointed inside the compound, saying, "Do you want to come to my place to sleep tonight? Let's sisters have a good chat."

Wen Ruan smiled and shook her head, "No, you're getting married soon, there must be a lot to do, I won't go to your place and add to the chaos."

"Alright then." Sun Simin looked at Tang Song, leaned into Wen Ruan's ear, and whispered a few words.

Wen Ruan's face instantly turned bright red, and she patted her head in annoyance.

Sun Simin laughed "haha" a few times, and while waving at the two, she pulled her husband and ran into the compound gate.

Tang Song asked curiously, "What did Sister Simin say to you just now?"

"I won't tell you, you silly little brother." Wen Ruan pursed her lips in a playful smile and strode forward.

Tang Song smiled, trotted a few steps, and hugged her full body directly from behind.

Immediately afterward, amidst Wen Ruan's low scream, her body lifted off the ground.

Tang Song held her waist and spun her around a few times.

After stopping, his flexible, powerful fingers began to tickle her.

"Well, you 'Zhuangzhuang,' you dare call me stupid? Are you going to say it or not?"

"No, no, no! I'm most ticklish, let me go quickly!"

"Are you going to say it or not?"

"Let me go first! I really can't take it anymore! Ouch!"

"Holy crap! Big sister, can we not hit me with your basketballs? That's a foul!"

Moonlight poured onto the earth like water, draping the streets of Yizhuang in a hazy veil.

Under the moonlight, the silhouettes of the buildings became softer, as if they were silhouettes frozen in time.

After playing and joking around for a while, the two walked along the quiet sidewalk.

Hand in hand, their steps were in unison, but they maintained a tacit silence.

Just like that, they wandered aimlessly through streets and alleys that were either quiet or bustling.

A rich, charred aroma wafted over.

Wen Ruan stopped her steps, pointed to a small shop with lights on by the side of the road, and said in a coquettish tone, "Little brother, I want to eat a fried chicken leg, will you buy one for me?"

After speaking, she even shook Tang Song's hand gently.

At this moment, the "big sister" displayed an attitude of dependence and love, which was very alluring.

"Wait for me."

Tang Song made an "OK" gesture, trotted to the small window outside the shop, and spent 23 yuan to buy a "pistol" chicken leg.

"Boss, add more spice."

While waiting for it to be heated and packed, Tang Song, standing on the steps, turned his head back.

He saw Wen Ruan standing under the dim street lamp, her hands hanging in front of her, watching him quietly.

A soft and happy smile was on her face.

The slightly dilapidated street, the dim lights, the vehicles passing by from time to time, her wearing fashionable clothes, her hair blown by the evening breeze...

Interwove into a dreamlike picture.

Tang Song saw that sentence she wrote by hand appear before his eyes again, and his heart skipped a beat.

She was considerate and sensible, knew how to take care of people, was emotionally stable, cheerful and generous, fun-loving, and understood romance.

If he were to marry, this big sister would definitely be a very good wife.

It's a pity that he couldn't give her a promise, it was hard to give her a complete marital relationship, and even harder to give her the wedding she wanted.

He suddenly realized that he was definitely one of the reasons why this big sister had lost control of her emotions.

"Ding! System mall has been updated, new items have been listed." A crisp system notification sound suddenly came to his ears.

Tang Song was stunned and quickly came back to his senses.

He opened the system interface and entered the mall module.

On the originally empty shelf, an item flickering with red light appeared.

Touching it gently with his consciousness, the product information popped up instantly.

【Dream Wedding: After use, you can weave a perfect partner dream dungeon according to the player's wishes, experiencing a real wedding. After clearing the dungeon, you can obtain the special item 【Vow Necklace】. (Price: 10 million yuan)】

【Note: You can invite 1 partner to participate in the dream dungeon together; the other party will not notice any abnormalities, but the experience of the dream will be retained.】