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

It was the third day since Ruan Zhining stopped contacting him.

Wen Chongyan went to discuss business and took the opportunity to meet with several top wedding planners, consulting with them for five hours.

One of the female planners initially sat quite far away, but later she came over with the sample image.

Wen Chongyan immediately noticed the jewelry necklace around her neck.

—It's exactly the same as the one that was auctioned in Canada.

He frowned and asked, "Where did you get this necklace?"

The female planner was taken aback: "Mr. Wen, are you talking about this necklace? It's a second-hand high-quality replica that I bought on Xiaohongshu for over four thousand yuan. The real one was supposedly auctioned off for 2400 million yuan by a mysterious tycoon and given to his girlfriend. Who can afford to wear it?"

High-quality replica.

That's normal.

Wen Chongyan looked away and didn't ask any more questions.

That evening, he returned to Tan Garden.

But I kept thinking about that high-quality replica jewelry necklace.

He sat in the living room and study for a while, but then got up and went to Ruan Zhining's bedroom.

The jewelry box still sat quietly on the dressing table.

Wen Chongyan walked to the front of the stage and stood there with his long legs.

He reached out and opened the jewelry box.

—It's empty inside.

He abruptly lowered his hand.

Then close the box.

It's normal for it to be empty.

Ruan Zhining is extremely materialistic; she must have been wearing this jewelry necklace when she went to propose that night.

After all, it was bought for her by him.

So she didn't come back, and the necklace was still around her neck. That's normal.

That's normal.

Wen Chongyan withdrew his hand, turned around and left her bedroom.

He returned to his study, intending to smoke a cigar, but then decided against it. Not smoking only made him more restless, and he paced back and forth in the study.

Finally, he felt it was time to sleep.

Perhaps Ruan Zhining will come back when she wakes up; she's made a scene for three days, that should be enough.

Did she think he had much patience for her?

Does she think she's important?

ridiculous.

Who does she think she is?

A green tea.

Wen Chongyan returned to the master bedroom, calmly and rationally washed up, and lay down.

go to bed.

I couldn't fall asleep.

He tossed and turned.

He lifted the blanket and then covered himself with it again.

Finally, he sat up.

I picked up my phone from the bedside table, which was turned up to the maximum volume.

Open Ruan Zhining's WeChat.

You can still view Moments.

It's just a boring little trick.

He tossed his phone aside, thought for a moment, and then picked it up again.

I opened the drawer and took out the auspicious date for getting the marriage certificate, which I had received that morning.

The date is one week from now.

She couldn't possibly not be back within a week. She didn't have that much patience; wasn't she afraid he'd completely ignore her?

Wen Chongyan took a picture of the auspicious date on the yellow paper, took a picture with WeChat, and sent it to Ruan Zhining.

Actually, he wasn't planning to tell Ruan Zhining. If he took the initiative to contact her, wouldn't that be like taking the bait?

When she comes back and sees him preparing for his wedding, she'll probably be deeply moved—and it will also make her reflect on why she shouldn't have run away from home.

But he's changed his mind now. He thinks she might be too upset, and that crying herself sick might harm her health.

Wen Chongyan didn't want a wife with poor health under a contract.

After the photo was sent, no red exclamation mark appeared—this made Wen Chongyan sneer even more, thinking that she was just putting on an act and being pretentious.

That's quite a clever tactic.

Only he could see through it.

Wen Chongyan placed his phone on the bedside table, lay down again, and resumed his regular sleep schedule.

He had only closed his eyes for half a minute when his phone rang.

Sure enough, she couldn't help but reply to him as soon as she received it.

Clumsy.

Wen Chongyan kept his eyes closed and didn't look. It was his sleeping time; he couldn't possibly be waiting for her reply on his phone at this hour.

He forced himself to sleep. He lay there for four or five hours, and finally it was dawn.

Wen Chongyan threw back the covers, sat up, and picked up his phone—

10086: [Dear Global Pass Diamond Card user, your number ending in 8888...]

“…………”

Wen Chongyan frowned. He opened WeChat, but Ruan Zhining's chat window remained silent.

All he sent were photos of auspicious dates on yellow paper.

Didn't she see it? Maybe she's still sleeping.

She cried herself to sleep.

It's only been 5 hours.

Humans typically sleep for 8 hours, or even 10 or 12 hours.

She'll see it during the day.

Wen Chongyan stood up expressionlessly, dressed impeccably, went downstairs, ate breakfast, and then went to the company headquarters. His routine was as strict and mechanical as any other day; no one could influence him.

At 9 a.m., he rejected five proposals in the conference room.

At 10 a.m., he poured out three cups of coffee that didn't taste right in his office.

At 11 a.m., he went to a lunch meeting with other group executives and was very dissatisfied with the food, so he changed it three times.

3 pm.

Fifteen hours have passed.

Wen Chongyan sat at his large desk, staring at his motionless phone.

She couldn't possibly still be asleep.

perhaps.

What happened to her?

Otherwise, she wouldn't have seen his WeChat message and not replied. Absolutely not.

Wen Chongyan opened Ruan Zhining's Douyin account.

The IP address is displayed as Beijing.

She is still in Beijing.

Where is she hiding?

She had no home in Beijing, so she could only cling to him. Where could she go?

Wen Chongyan first called Jiang Linfeng.

Are you busy?

"Ayan, I'm in Xiamen. There's a medical project here. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Wen Chongyan died immediately.

He flipped through the catalog again, called Cheng Che, and finally even called Wen Xiyu, who was far away in Australia.

nothing.

Then there's only one place.

Wen Chongyan got up and walked out without anyone following him. He took the car keys from Assistant Shao's desk, went down to the basement, and drove off.

He gripped the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and sped all the way to Yilan Mansion.

The apartment he gave to Ruan Zhining was, however, registered under his father's name.

Wen Chongyan left the car at the entrance, got out, and walked inside.

Then he slightly raised his head.

I saw that clothes were still drying on the balcony of Ruan Zhining's house.

—This indicates that someone lives there.

Besides Ruan Zhining, who else?

Wen Chongyan paused, his expression softening for a second before he frowned coldly again.

Did she think he wouldn't be able to find her by moving here?

Or is it that she deliberately stayed here to lure him here because he knew about this place?

Wen Chongyan sneered. He slowed his pace, entered the elevator, and thought coldly with one hand in his pocket.

She went too far this time.

He won't forgive her easily.

Wen Chongyan stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the entrance door.

With an arrogant and cold expression, he raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

Footsteps sounded from inside.

Then, the door was opened with a click.