After hitting the Rolls-Royce, the top-tier green tea started fishing.

Ruan Zhining felt that he had encountered the biggest trouble in 20 years.

Three minutes ago, her tricycle, which sells rice starch sausages, scraped against a Rolls-Royce.

She had been familiar with all kinds of luxury cars since she was ten years old, and she could name the models off the top of her head, but the one in front of her was not among them.

Custom-made!

It would cost at least 40 million.

She remained sprawled on the ground, forgetting even to get up, her mind filled with one sentence: RMB -1000000...

Just as her mind went blank, the driver's side door opened hastily.

A man who looked like a driver got out to check.

I was shocked when I saw the long and deep scratch on the front of the car.

"this……"

The driver lowered his head, and Ruan Zhining caught a glimpse of his square face, tanned brown, and honest-looking.

A thought crossed her mind, she bit her lip, and tears fell down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry... I suddenly felt dizzy and fell. It's all my fault for being so useless, unlike you who drives so steadily..."

The driver had never seen anyone cry so beautifully; the tears fell like pearls, each one crystal clear.

Her cries were soft and sweet, not cloying.

The driver couldn't bring himself to ask her any of the questions he had intended. He even found himself somewhat enjoying listening to her cry.

The delicate crying naturally startled the people in the back seat of the car.

The car curtain was lifted slightly by long, slender fingers, and the driver immediately went over and opened the car door.

As the cool, refreshing air wafted out of the luxury car, a pair of handcrafted leather shoes stepped out and onto the rain-soaked ground.

A Hermès rare leather bespoke model worth over 40 RMB...

Ruan Zhining's sobs caught in her throat.

She instinctively looked up.

The man was very tall, at least 190cm, and very handsome, but not in the effeminate way; he was noble, arrogant, and aloof.

He stood under the black umbrella held by the driver, his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"Mr. Wen, this young lady scratched our car..."

The driver offered his explanation, and then added, "Maybe the rain was too heavy and it was too dark. It's my fault for not paying attention to the road."

This statement is a foolish act of taking the blame upon oneself.

As a top capitalist managing a group of hundreds of thousands of people, Wen Chongyan knew all too well that human nature is to seek profit and avoid harm. He saw through his subordinates' daily attempts to shift blame onto each other.

In these kinds of situations, people usually shirk responsibility, so why would anyone speak up for someone else?

Wen Chongyan's gaze involuntarily fell on the woman lying on the ground.

Ruan Zhining was soaked to the bone. Due to her movements, her top rode up, revealing a small section of her soft and slender waist.

It shone brightly in the dim rainy night.

The owner of that waist seemed completely oblivious, staring up at him with her mouth slightly open, looking utterly terrified.

Wen Chongyan's habitually furrowed thick eyebrows relaxed slightly.

Is he that scary?

The little girl was so frightened.

Ruan Zhining was frightened—

But it wasn't the handsome man in front of me that impressed me, but rather his entire physique.

His suit cost seven figures;

His watch is worth eight figures;

His cufflinks, five-digit numbers starting with eight...

Ruan Zhining's tears flowed even more fiercely, for her poverty.

Wen Chongyan really didn't expect that she would be so frightened by him.

Judging from her naive and innocent appearance, she probably doesn't even know what a luxury car is, so she's probably not from the city.

She's so pretty, how can her family feel comfortable letting her be out so late?

He asked, "Is your family from this area?"

Ruan Zhining felt a sudden alarm bell ring in her mind.

He asked for the address; he's definitely going to talk about exorbitant compensation!

"I... my name is Ruan Xiaocui. My home is in Ruanjia Village nearby. I used to stay at home taking care of my children, but we really didn't have any money to buy rice, so I had to borrow a villager's tricycle to come out and sell some snacks..."

child?

She's so small, and her waist is so thin.

They already have a child?

Wen Chongyan frowned: "Your husband wasn't with you?"

"My husband doesn't want me and the kids anymore. He's been gone for three years and hasn't come back... I don't know where to look for him..."

"Sir, I'm sorry, I made money selling rice noodle rolls today, I... I'll make it up to you!"

As she spoke, Ruan Zhining opened her backpack, tightly covering the spot where more than a dozen hundred-yuan bills were kept, and deliberately shook the other side where coins were stored...

One-yuan coins clattered and fell all over the ground.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

When the price dropped to fourteen yuan, Wen Chongyan finally interrupted her:

"unnecessary."

"Xiao Zhang, help her up and move her car."

The implication is clear: she doesn't need to pay compensation.

Ruan Zhining felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and wept with joy—truly wept: "Thank you, sir! My daughter and I will remember your great kindness for the rest of our lives! We will definitely repay you in the future!"

There was no chance to repay him, because she and this man would never see each other again.

If he finds out she lied to him, she's finished!

Wen Chongyan turned around and got into the car.

For a fleeting moment, as he sat down in the car, he was distracted—

What's wrong with her husband's brain? How could he abandon such a beautiful wife?

But Wen Chongyan's thought was interrupted by a phone call from his special assistant after only half a minute:

"Mr. Wen, is it convenient for you to come to Jinshan Hospital now? Your nephew, Wen Xiyu, almost drowned while collecting seashells, but he was just rescued."

……

"He was rescued? Is he out of danger now?"

Ruan Zhining had just taken her phone out of the waterproof pouch of her backpack when she was startled by a phone call from her roommate Xie Lanlan.

"How would I know if Wen Xiyu has taken off his clothes or not? I'm not at the hospital."

"Who knows what Wen Xiyu was thinking, going to collect seashells? He probably saw your pretentious TikTok video."

"You better pray that Wen Xiyu is alright. If he dies, I'll buy trending topics and cyberbully you. After all, he's your boyfriend~ hehe."

After saying this with schadenfreude, Xie Lanlan hung up.

Ruan Zhining didn't know if Xie Lanlan was playing another prank, after all, they hadn't gotten along for a long time.

She immediately pulled up Wen Xiyu's WeChat.

After thinking for a moment, she took a picture of a rainy night and sent it to them.

Caption: [Doesn't it look like the moon is crying?]

No reply.

Could something really have happened?

Ruan Zhining's heart skipped a beat.

She met Wen Xiyu at a party organized by a senior student.

The girls who went with him all assumed that Wen Xiyu was just like them, a poor man struggling to make a living, so they were indifferent to him.

Only Ruan Zhining was particularly kind to him, adding him on WeChat and checking in on him from time to time.

Later, Wen Xiyu nervously proposed:

He wanted to deal with the blind dates his family wanted to arrange, so he asked her if she could pretend to be his girlfriend, and he would pay her for it.

Ruan Zhining agreed and did not want a single penny from him.

Of course, all of the above is not because Ruan Zhining is naive or foolish.

Rather, it's because—

Ruan Zhining had long known that he was the only young master in the current generation of the Wenrui Group.

Wenrui is a leading enterprise in Beijing. A top-tier powerhouse among the elite.

Why doesn't she charge money for pretending to be his girlfriend? Because her goal is to become his real girlfriend, and then, his legal wife.

After all, who wouldn't want to date a rich and handsome guy and eventually marry into a wealthy family?

Whether you're a wealthy housewife or a single rich woman who receives a huge sum of money after a divorce, it's all wonderful.

Especially for someone like her who is extremely short of money, even to the point that she has to secretly sell starch sausages to top up her phone credit.

Ruan Zhining asked a senior who was close to Wen Xiyu.

The information we received is that Wen Xiyu is not in life-threatening danger and is currently at Jinshan Hospital.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that everyone is alright.

However, she was bound to appear in this situation.

She picked up the coins that had fallen on the ground, wiped them clean, and put them away before going to a mobile phone store to top up her phone credit.

I went to the hospital again and deposited the hundred-yuan bills from my bag into an account that was already half a month overdue.

Then I left the tricycle at the chicken cutlet shop across from the school.

After finishing all that, I returned to the dorm at 8:30, and as expected, none of my roommates were there. This time of day is a time for college students to have fun.

Ruan Zhining quickly changed out of the clothes she wore while selling rice noodle rolls and hid them deep inside the wardrobe.

Then she changed into an ethereal white dress, revealing a slender ankle.

She was wearing white sneakers, which were slightly worn.

It wasn't because she intentionally made them look old; it was because she simply didn't have enough money to buy another pair.

Wearing old clothes can make you appear stronger and more resilient.

She dried her hair, her long, straight, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders, and slung a canvas bag over her shoulder.

It perfectly captures the feeling of first love, the white moonlight, from a romance novel.

After looking in the mirror to make sure she had established her persona, Ruan Zhining left the house satisfied.

After using the Didi 30% off coupon to hail a ride, she sent Wen Xiyu another WeChat message:

[Xiyu, I just heard... don't scare me.]

Add a soft, crying puppy emoji.

To my surprise, the other party replied:

[Get to Jinshan Hospital within 20 minutes, I need to see you]

For some reason, she felt that this commanding tone was not quite like Wen Xiyu's.

Ruan Zhining's slender white fingers paused. She didn't reply.

Although she and Wen Xiyu are "boyfriend and girlfriend," it's just a sham for now.

They haven't even reached the ambiguous stage yet; she's still in the stage of establishing and reinforcing her persona in front of him.

What women should avoid most is letting men feel that they can chat and flirt with them at will.

What you get with effort is what you cherish most.

This is why the male protagonist can't forget the "white moonlight" in the novel.

Just then, the taxi arrived at Jinshan Hospital.

Ruan Zhining got out of the car, straightened her skirt, and then walked gracefully and somewhat weakly into the hospital.