Chapter 296: Chapter 201 How Best to Describe You_3 Chapter 296: Chapter 201 How Best to Describe You_3 The developer ran off, and the relocation housing is still just a pit in the ground.
With the home prices falling, that slightly remote plot of land has remained unclaimed, and everyone is living in rented houses.
This has become a common concern among them, every gathering or visit would include cursing a few times, followed by sighs, hence they place extra emphasis on property.
After earning some money, Wen Ruan and her parents pooled together funds and bought that two-bedroom unit in Oasis Garden, finally stabilizing the family’s living situation.
However, now she has to pay a mortgage of 3300 yuan every month.
Qiao Lina is their eldest aunt’s daughter, a few months older than Wen Ruan, practically peers, but she has been married for two years now.
Recently her husband’s business has been doing well, and with plans of preparing for pregnancy, they moved to a larger three-bedroom in the city center.
Even though it’s a second-hand apartment, the renovations are nice and it’s quite ostentatious, being flaunted daily on social media and Tik Tok.
Flaunting the husband, the house, everyday life…
It’s dreadful to draw comparisons, and it is because of this reason that Wen Ruan’s parents are so eager to set her up with dates.
“Ding-dong—” the WeChat notification sound rang out.
Wen Qinqin picked up the phone and said, “Sis, my boyfriend is driving over to pick me up, why don’t we all ride together?”
“Sure, I haven’t yet met this new boyfriend of yours, I really must scrutinize him well.” Wen Ruan looked at her with a sly smile.
Wen Qinqin chuckled a little proudly, “He’s a handsome guy, his looks are actually why I went after him.”
Wen Ruan gathered her things and said, “Ziqi, you come too? After lunch, let’s go watch a movie at Star Joy City and do some shopping.”
Living nearby, Zhang Ziqi often visited her house and would even spend a few days sometimes, becoming quite familiar with her several peers and relatives.
The guilty Zhang Ziqi glanced at her phone and said, “You guys head downstairs first, wait for me for a bit. My stomach is a bit upset; I need to take a big one.”
“Alright then.” Wen Ruan picked up her purse and went downstairs with her cousin.
As noon approached, the weather grew hot.
They waited under the cool shade for just a few minutes before a white BMW 3 Series approached.
Wen Qinqin stood on her tiptoes and waved, “Chen Hao!”
The BMW stopped beside them and the window rolled down, a dynamic tune blaring from inside the car.
Then a man, slightly over 170cm, stepped out.
He was about the same age as Wen Qinqin, neither fat nor thin, with a handsome, delicate appearance and dressed in simple, chic clothes.
He was indeed a very handsome man.
Wen Qinqin went up to him and grabbed his arm, smiling as she introduced, “Chen Hao, this is my cousin Wen Ruan, the one I told you about. Isn’t she beautiful?”
Chen Hao looked at Wen Ruan, a vivid look of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Her height mirrored his; she had a mature, voluptuous figure and long slender legs.
Dressed in a plain T-shirt and jeans, she exuded Unlimited Energy and immense Charm,
which made it hard for him to take his eyes off her.
Chen Hao subconsciously straightened up, trying to present his best side.
A bright smile came across his face, “Hello, Wen Ruan. I’m Chen Hao.”
Wen Ruan slightly frowned but said nothing, just smiling and exchanging a few courtesies with him.
As they waited for Zhang Ziqi to come down.
Suddenly Wen Qinqin piped up, “Sis, I heard from Auntie earlier that you’ve found yourself a man, and you were going to bring him home at some point. Why suddenly no news about it anymore?”
Wen Ruan’s eyes twitched, her mother really could not keep quiet.
She had only let slip a tidbit of news and her mother had broadcasted it everywhere.
“It was nothing, just suddenly felt it wasn’t right.”
Curious, Wen Qinqin asked, “So what kind of person is he? He must be very handsome and charming, right?”
Chen Hao’s eyes lit up, his ears perking up to listen.
Keen to know what this striking woman’s ideal partner would resemble.
Wen Ruan bit her lips tightly, recalling every gesture and smile of Tang Song,
took a deep breath, her mind in turmoil, unsure how to describe him.
“Rumble, rumble—” the sound of an engine roaring approached.
Then, a black BMW 330 slowly neared, drawing their attention.
Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows, feeling a familiar sensation before her eyes suddenly widened.
The car door opened, and a real, live Tang Song appeared in front of her.
Wearing a short-sleeved white shirt, jeans, and white sneakers.
The breeze lifted his wisps of hair, revealing his refined face with a gentle smile, his clear eyes meeting hers.
Wen Ruan’s heart softened, her legs feeling a bit weak.