Chapter 24 Gao Mengting

At noon, Tang Song took the initiative to treat his guests, and the three of them had a meal at a small roadside restaurant.

Four dishes and one soup, affordable price, with very generous portions.

It wasn't long after they returned to the auto repair shop that Li Mingjun's phone rang.

The female car owner he couldn't stop praising was finally arriving.

The three of them waited in the yard for another two to three minutes, and then a graceful and beautiful figure walked in.

Li Mingjun quickly stood up, greeting her warmly, "Boss Gao, you've finally arrived."

"Brother Li, stop teasing me. You know the situation with my shop," said the girl with a very pleasant voice.

Guo Peng nudged him with his elbow, excitedly saying, "She really is a great beauty! So pretty, I think she's not any less than Tian Jing! Her figure seems even better!"

"Indeed, she's very beautiful," Tang Song agreed, nodding, his gaze also involuntarily drawn to the approaching girl.

In her early twenties, with delicate facial features and fine skin.

Her brown hair was fluffy and dense, and she wore an exquisite makeup on her face.

Skinny jeans with a slit running up, white sneakers, and a high-neck knit shirt.

She exuded a sense of atmosphere from head to toe.

Li Mingjun said with a grin, "Let me introduce you, Gao Mengting, she is also the owner of this Wuling Hongguang S. This is Tang Song, the buyer, I've mentioned him to you on the phone."

"Hello Mr. Tang," Gao Mengting smiled as she greeted him, adding, "You are much younger than I had imagined."

When she smiled, her full apple cheeks slightly rose, making her look somewhat cute.

"Hello," Tang Song replied politely.

The two exchanged simple pleasantries.

Li Mingjun took out two contracts, "Miss Gao, please have a look at these terms; if there are no issues, we can sign the contract now."

Gao Mengting took the contracts, sat down in the yard, and started going through them meticulously.

Whenever she came across something she didn't understand, she would ask immediately and would only continue after receiving an answer.

It was only two pages of A4 paper, yet she spent a full 8 minutes reading.

Her level of seriousness made Tang Song feel quite embarrassed.

He had just casually flipped through it, making sure the model and price were correct.

"I have no issues, Brother Li. Do you have a pen?" she asked.

"Yes!" Li Mingjun took out a ballpoint pen and a box of ink from his pocket and handed them over.

Gao Mengting took them without hesitation, "swish, swish, swish" signed her name, and then pressed her thumbprint onto the paper.

Under the sunlight, her fingers were slim and fair, the handwriting gentle and soft.

"Here you go, Mr. Tang," she said with a smile, passing it to him.

Tang Song took it, signed his name, and made his thumbprint on the buyer's side, thereby officially reaching an agreement.

Gao Mengting took out the car key from her purse and placed it on the table.

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "According to the contract, Mr. Tang needs to pay an initial twenty thousand yuan for the car within 24 hours, and the remainder after the vehicle transfer is complete. If it's convenient, could you transfer it to me now?"

"Sure, how would you like the payment?" Tang Song took out his phone and looked at her.

People are always more lenient with a beautiful woman, and he didn't make a big deal out of it.

"Let's use WeChat. We can add each other as friends, so you can contact me if there's any issue with the car," Gao Mengting said as she brought up her WeChat QR code.

After adding her on WeChat, Tang Song immediately transferred 20,000 yuan, with the note: Car Purchase Deposit.

Gao Mengting accepted it right away, a relieved expression appearing on her face, she gratefully said, "To be honest, I've been quite short on money recently. I just have a payment due today. Thank you, Mr. Tang."

"No problem."

"Brother Li, thanks for helping me so much, I'll transfer the intermediary fee and the transfer fee to you later, I still need my ID card and will definitely give it to you before the transfer on Monday," Tang Song said.

"Alright, no problem," Li Mingjun smiled and nodded.

Gao Mengting checked the time, grabbed her bag and said, "There's nothing else for me to do here, so I'll head out first."

"Goodbye."

"Bye-bye."

"Goodbye." Gao Mengting smiled, nodded, and turned to stride toward the door.

The buttocks wrapped in jeans and the slender waist formed a smooth and sensual curve; her slightly curled brown hair swayed on her thin back as she walked, her figure was very attractive.

Tang Song couldn't help but take several more glances.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, she suddenly stopped, spun around abruptly.

It startled Tang Song who was sneaking a peek, and an embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

Gao Mengting took a deep breath, trotted a few steps, and approached the Wuling Hongguang.

The always smiling face showed a sad expression.

She reached out and ran her hand along the headlights, sliding down the waistline, gently caressing the car's body.

Then, she leaned on the car's A-pillar, brought her face close, and whispered a few words.

She bit her lower lip hard, took a deep breath, and finally, "plop, plop," tears began to fall.

She raised her delicate face and carefully pulled out a tissue from her tote bag to wipe the tears.

Turning back, she came over to Tang Song again and bowed sincerely.

Her voice mumbled, "Mr. Tang, I hope you treat her well.

She's the high-spec version; the suspension is semi-coil spring, just good enough to haul 'Gone with the Wind' goods, a thousand eight hundred pounds no problem, but more than that, she'll be overwhelmed.

Don't carry seafood or anything like that, they tend to corrode the floor, even though I've applied protection.

Service the car every 5000 kilometers…

Alright, that's about it. Let's keep each other on WeChat, and when you feel like selling it, let me know. If I'm not too strapped for cash, I'll definitely buy it back, thank you so much!"

She hadn't looked at the car once since she came in, but now, she talked non-stop about the precautions for four or five minutes, her gaze occasionally darting in that direction.

Tang Song opened his mouth, took a long time to collect his thoughts, and said softly, "Okay, no problem, this is my first car, too. I'll take good care of it."

"Thank you! It's also my first car; it's been with me for three whole years. It can carry people and haul goods, very reliable and durable. Whether it's smooth highways or rugged back roads, whether it's..." Gao Mengting tilted her head back, "Sorry, I'm getting a little excited. I knew I shouldn't have looked back at her. This time it's really goodbye."

She smiled, her beige tote bag swinging as she walked away, seemingly very carefree.

Tang Song watched her graceful figure disappear from sight.

Li Mingjun remarked, "This girl is actually pretty impressive. She earned a lot of money through part-time work during her university years and bought this car in her senior year, then she started a clothing business. It was quite successful at the beginning; she made quite a bit of money, and that's when the car was modified. Later, her business partner tricked her, and that's how she ended up in this situation."

…

Back at Fresh Home, Tang Song put away the contract and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

He had finally acquired the car he liked. Once the transfer was complete on Monday, it would be all his.

He should have been very happy, but thinking of Gao Mengting's expression when she left made him feel somewhat melancholic.

Tang Song laughed at himself. After all, it was because she was a school beauty level gorgeous woman, her crying eyes like rain on pear blossoms.

If she were uglier, he supposed he would have gotten over it with just a few sentimental words.

As he thought about it, he somehow ended up opening Gao Mengting's Moments feed.

Most of the posts were promotions for clothes and shoes, interspersed with the occasional selfie.

The latest post was from 3 minutes ago.

Gao Mengting: "There is a sorrow in the world that cannot be wept for, a kind of sorrow that can't be explained to others, and even if explained, they won't understand. It stays forever unchanged, like snowflakes quietly accumulating in the heart on a windless night. — Murakami Haruki 'Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World'"