Chapter 141: Chapter 138: The Novel’s Male Protagonist Approaching Through the Rain Curtain_3 Chapter 141: Chapter 138: The Novel’s Male Protagonist Approaching Through the Rain Curtain_3 I’ve never been this unlucky in my life!
“Why is it suddenly raining? There was sun at noon!”
“It’s really raining? Ah! There goes our outdoor dinner tonight!”
“Can Director Wang’s drone still fly?”
Wen Ruan shook her head and explained, “Most consumer drones aren’t waterproof. The motors are exposed, and the body has many small holes. It could get water inside during rainy weather flights, which might short-circuit the motherboard. And the lens would be fogged by the rain, so you can’t see the screen clearly.”
She did have some knowledge about drones, having bought some entry-level ones as toys in the past.
Zhong Ying, looking at Wang Liyu standing in the rain, felt a stir in her heart.
Ignoring the opportunity to tease Wen Ruan, she grabbed an umbrella and dashed out.
“Tap—” An umbrella opened, and Zhong Ying stood beside him, softly saying, “Director Wang, consumer drones aren’t waterproof, the motors…”
She sweetly repeated what Wen Ruan had said and casually expressed her concern for him.
Wang Liyu replied absentmindedly, “It’s already crashed, I was planning to go look over there.”
“Ah! Then let me go with you, where approximately did it fall?”
“No need, just give me the umbrella. Tell Wen Ruan I’m sorry for today; there won’t be any aerial shots.”
As the rain grew heavier,
The colleagues gathered for the outdoor terrace event hurried back into the hall.
Gathering in small groups,
They played mahjong and poker while enjoying the rain through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.
Zhong Ying, back at her seat, didn’t look too happy as she pulled out a tissue to wipe off the rain on her body.
Looking at Wen Ruan’s calm face, she said sarcastically, “Sister Wen, looks like you won’t get to see the aerial shots today, thanks to you, Director Wang’s drone is ruined.”
Zhang Xintong frowned and asked, “What does it have to do with Sister Wen Ruan?”
“Heh, she knows very well,” Zhong Ying retorted.
Seeing the tension, other colleagues quickly tried to smooth things over.
“What’s all the excitement here?” Li Meiling, wearing heavy makeup, suddenly joined in. She swayed her hips in her off-the-shoulder dress, looking flirty.
She looked at Wen Ruan sitting in the corner and said with a smile, “Wen Ruan, with you looking , you definitely can’t ride your road bike. Why not call your boyfriend over, let him take you home tomorrow?”
She didn’t really like Wen Ruan, a colleague of roughly her own age who always managed to steal the spotlight at work, and seized any chance to needle her.
Hearing her, Zhong Ying also joined in teasing, “Yeah, Sister Wen, where’s that little boyfriend who gave you a LV bag?”
Li Meiling shook her cellphone, “My boyfriend heard I didn’t bring a coat and was worried I’d be cold. He drove over without a second thought—that’s what a boyfriend should do.”
“Heh,” Wen Ruan smiled faintly, “My man, as long as I like him, what’s it to you guys?”
“Ding-a-ling-ling—” The ringtone of a cellphone suddenly broke the tense atmosphere.
Li Meiling hurriedly answered the phone, whispering a few words.
Pointing outside through the floor-to-ceiling window, she laughed and said, “My boyfriend’s here! He was supposed to have a business meeting tonight, but for my sake, he pushed off his drinking session.”
The colleagues looked in the direction of the sound, to see a Volkswagen Magotan stopping by the kerb.
Soon after, a fashionable-dressed young man got out of the car.
The two waved to each other through the glass.
Li Meiling smiled at Wen Ruan, “Wen Ruan, you’re looking this bad and your boyfriend shows no sign of caring?”
Zhong Ying said with a smile, “Don’t push her too hard, Meiling. She already bragged about it; how can she produce a 25-year-old successful boyfriend out of nowhere? Maybe she just fantasized it from a girl’s novel.”
Her voice was loud, drawing the attention of those around them instantly.
“Can you two not buzz around me?” Wen Ruan’s complexion turned gloomy instantly.
She was already in a bad mood because of her period, and these two numbskulls kept mocking her incessantly.
Zhang Xintong quickly grabbed her hand, passing a deck of playing cards, “Sister Wen Ruan, don’t be mad. Let’s play cards, huh?”
“How about playing Fight the Landlord?”
Sensing the discord, several colleagues quickly came over to lighten the mood.
One of them, a short-haired girl, shouted, “Hey, comrades, I just scrolled to an awesome video; it’s full of attractive men. Come look!”
“Where’s that, let me see!”
The short-haired girl placed her phone on the table, turned up the volume, and hit play.
The others crowded around, curious.
Attractive men, after all, everybody likes to watch.
The video’s description read: “A countdown of stunning strangers who walked into the shot.”
Not long after its release, it already had over 200,000 likes and was very popular.
These were amazing moments caught on camera by laypeople without intending to.
“This little brother is so handsome! With his arched brows and starry eyes.”
“This one in the windbreaker is so cool. He’s totally my type!”
“I love suits on handsome men the most; he’s terrific.”
The short-haired girl said mysteriously, “Be patient, there’s a surprise at the end.”
The crowd’s enthusiasm peaked.
Then, a chorus of exclamations erupted.
“Ladies, this one I truly like!”
“What windbreaker? All of them be gone; this is what I crave!”
“Suits on handsome guys are just okay, but this little brother in the shirt is more charming.”
“His hands are so pretty! And he’s from Yan City, too!”
A male colleague brutally burst their bubble, “Move over; you’re just drooling over his Mercedes-Benz.”
“That’s fair; isn’t he handsome?”
“Yeah, Li Ming, you’re just jealous of his good looks.”
“Quick, skip to the end; I’m all for the Mercedes-Benz little brother.”