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Chapter 492: Chapter 273: Dream Marriage, Oath Necklace Chapter 492: Chapter 273: Dream Marriage, Oath Necklace Soft lips trembled slightly.

An enticing sweetness mixed with the scent of beer enveloped Tang Song’s nose and taste buds.

The flood of emotions he had been accumulating since he saw her comment on the photo finally erupted at this moment.

He gripped her supple waist forcefully, his kiss exceptionally intense.

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

Tears welled up in Wen Ruan’s eyes, casting a misty veil as she gazed into his eyes, seeming lost between reality and dreams.

The strumming of the guitar abruptly stopped, leaving the second floor of the bridal salon eerily quiet.

Everyone was a bit too shocked to react to the young man who had suddenly rushed out to passionately kiss Wen Ruan.

Indeed, they hardly had a clear look at his face.

“Damn it! Who the hell is this? Get off her!” Zheng Jinpeng’s eyes reddened as he regained his senses; he briskly stepped forward, grabbed Tang Song’s arm, and violently tugged him away.

Fuck! This is the first love of my college years!

Without having ever dated, was she just kissed forcefully like this?

Zhang Xintong, who had been quietly witnessing all of this, jumped in alarm.

She quickly grasped the infuriated Zheng Jinpeng and explained, “Don’t misunderstand; he’s Sister Wen Ruan’s boyfriend.”

Zheng Jinpeng’s expression froze, and his pulling motion gradually ceased, “Wen Ruan’s boyfriend?”

Sun Simin hurried over, utterly puzzled, “Ruannuan! What’s going on?”

Because everything had happened so suddenly, she was caught entirely off guard.

When did Wen Ruan get a boyfriend? How come I had no inkling of it?

Returning from her dazed state, Wen Ruan glanced around and then back at Tang Song in front of her.

Her lips quivered as she uttered in disbelief, “Tang Song, you… how did you get here?”

Tang Song looked into her eyes, “I missed you, so I came to Imperial City to find you, and I was worried about you.”

After speaking, he leaned in again to kiss her fair cheek.

Wen Ruan’s eyelashes fluttered as she bit her lower lip; tears unknowingly began to fall from the corners of her eyes.

And then they couldn’t be contained; Tang Song once again embraced her, resting her head on his shoulder.

Her clothes quickly soaked through with the hot tears.

Ever since they met, Wen Ruan had always maintained the demeanor of an older sister in his presence.

Understanding, accommodating, untroubled, tender, and fun.

Being with her, one could always feel a comforting warmth.

Yet, now she appeared extremely fragile, like an injured kitten craving its owner’s care.

Tang Song gently stroked her hair, whispering words of comfort.

Sun Simin’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked at Tang Song.

He was dressed for business: a white shirt, black trousers, slightly disheveled hair, but his outstanding looks and aura were irrefutable.

Most importantly, he was young and well-built!

A tall and well-proportioned figure with defined muscles, strikingly handsome!

As a long-time friend of Wen Ruan, she instantly grasped the situation.

Nice one, Ruannuan! You’re still a sucker for looks! Hooking up with a foxy younger guy on the sly!

A while later.

Wen Ruan lifted her head and took the tissue Zhang Xintong offered, wiping away her tears.

After a few deep breaths, a calmer her looked straight at Tang Song and softly said, “Thank you.”

Her emotional outburst was, after all, born out of disappointment in herself and the anxiety that comes with love.

Tang Song’s sudden appearance was like a streak of light cutting through the dark skies of Imperial City, brightening her heart as well.

As for how he knew to find her here, the clever Wen Ruan naturally guessed the reason.

Recalling Zhang Xintong’s unusual behavior throughout the day, Wen Ruan’s fair and full chest heaved, her eyes brimming with joy and gratitude.

No matter what, this all signified that he truly cared about her.

He had been silently aware of her situation.

Not at all like the wild ideas she had concocted in her head.

Tang Song held her hand and gently shook his head, “We’re a couple; caring for you is something I should do, no need for thanks.”

Having said that, he turned to the others, his eyes sweeping over them.

A charming smile crossed his face, “Good evening everyone, please allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Wen Ruan’s boyfriend, Tang Song.”

His posture was graceful and confident, and his voice was exceptionally pleasant.

He immediately made a very good impression on the rest.

Sun Simin quickly smiled, “Nice to meet you, Tang Song. I’m Ruannuan’s college roommate, Sun Simin. Ruannuan has kept you quite a secret, not a breath of this big news had leaked.”

“I’m Simin’s husband, Zhou Bo.”

“Hello, I’m Wen Ruan’s friend, Su Keke.” Su Keke followed with her introduction, unable to stop herself from covertly sizing up the handsome man before her.

Based on appearances alone, he was indeed a perfect match for Wen Ruan.

Furthermore, he exuded an aura of elite status; it seemed his job and his situation must also be quite good.

She couldn’t help feeling envious.

Indeed, a great beauty like Wen Ruan, even if met with setbacks in her career, always seemed to find a good refuge.

Clutching his guitar in one hand, Zhen Jingpeng extended the other, his gaze complicated, “Hello, I’m Wen Ruan’s college classmate, Zheng Jinpeng.”

Even though eight years had passed since graduation, and he had dated several girlfriends, he struggled to let go.

Watching Wen Ruan weep into his arms, his heart felt both sour and pained.

And an unspeakable jealousy churned within him.

“Hello.” Tang Song shook his hand, his gaze calm and confident.

From the reaction and demeanor of the other man, he could easily tell that Zheng Jinpeng harbored feelings for Wen Ruan.

But what of it?

The big sister was his and his alone; any other emotional stirring was a mistake, an affront to him.