Minister of Women's Organization in Government Agencies

  Wei Ran saw that the man wanted to please her, so she played along and joked with him. After chatting for a few sentences, Song Xiaoyang's tense mood eased up, he found Wei Ran was an easy-going girl, outgoing and cheerful, which made their conversation effortless.

  "Xiao Ran, I'm delighted to meet you tonight. Even if it's just a chance encounter in this vast night, I think it's still a kind of fate. To celebrate our meeting, let me toast you with a glass of wine. If you don't mind, consider me your Brother Song from now on."

  "It's great to know you, Song. Come on, Song, I'll toast you and hope you have a wonderful time tonight."

  "Xiao Ran, with you by my side, I'm really happy."

  "That's good, let's drink to it."

  Qiao Bo leaned over and suggested.

  "Xiao Ran, you and Song Da Ge are meeting for the first time. To show your closeness, shouldn't you two drink a cup of cross-cup wine as the first cup?"

  Song Xiaoyang gazed at Wei Ran, his heart was filled with anticipation. If he could get close to this girl, it would be a wonderful thing. He was looking forward to it, hoping that Wei Ran would bring him the answer he had been expecting.

  Wei Ran's answer did not disappoint Song Xiaoyang, he was satisfied and more and more fond of this girl.

  "Alright, isn't it just drinking a toast? It's not like it's a big deal." As he spoke, Wei Ran held up his cup and put his hand through Song Xiao Yang's chest. Song Xiao Yang did the same, holding up his cup and putting his hand through Wei Ran's chest. But this time, as they clinked cups together, Song Xiao Yang felt a shiver run down his spine for the first time because of this girl. His hand had brushed against Wei Ran's chest when their hands met, and the soft sensation made Song Xiao Yang's mind start racing with thoughts.

  He yearned to appreciate the beauty in that black skirt, as well as its fullness. These were the answers Song Xiaoyang wanted to know in his mind. After finishing the wine in his cup, Song Xiaoyang thought about lingering for a few more minutes, and his elbow occasionally touched that protruding spot.

  But Wei Ran withdrew her hand after drinking the wine. Leaving the intimacy of their bodies, Song Xiaoyang suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart. His heart had been emptied by this girl named Wei Ran in just these few minutes.

  Song Xiaoyang had met many women, at work and in entertainment venues. But none of them, like the Wei Ran he met tonight, made his heart beat faster, making him infatuated with this girl. Song Xiaoyang even suspected that he might have fallen in love with this lilac-like girl at this moment. Her clear and beautiful appearance moved him, and he had an urge to hold this bunch of lilacs in the palm of his hand.

  Wei Ran was also enthusiastic, she happily leaned against Song Xiao Yang's side and accompanied Song Xiao Yang to drink cup after cup. Qiao Bo saw that Song Xiao Yang was having a great time with Wei Ran, so he didn't go disturb him, he just wanted to be with his Lu Lu, the two of them would sometimes drink wine, and sometimes go sing songs.

  Keen-witted Qiao Bo had already discerned the underlying meaning, and he had discovered some clues from Song Xiaoyang's mannerisms towards Wei Ran, that Song Xiaoyang had developed romantic feelings for this girl.