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

Early March in Vancouver is the transition period between winter and spring.

Ruan Zhining didn't experience the discomfort mentioned in the guidebooks. She quickly integrated into the community and added her new neighbors as friends.

In preparation for her arrival, Yin Jianhang's newly purchased house was under renovation, so she temporarily rented a place nearby.

Arriving in a new place for the first time, there are many things to handle. One is some local living permits, and the other, most importantly, is to immigrate and marry Yin Jianhang.

Getting married in Canada differs slightly from getting married in China, and the procedures are a bit more complicated. A wedding ceremony must be held before a marriage application can be successfully submitted.

Yin Jianhang has many friends in Canada. He started from scratch, climbed up from the slums, has excellent interpersonal skills, and knows Clay, the head of the biggest gang in the area.

He mentioned getting married, and Clay immediately wanted to meet his fiancée.

Ruan Zhining was not afraid of being seen by people. She dressed up and only drank a few cups of tea (40% tea) at the dinner table. Clay was so moved that he drank three cups in a row and wanted to recognize her as his god-sister.

Ruan Zhining felt that foreigners really didn't appreciate tea. She wished she had gone abroad to fish; a tea connoisseur like Wen Chongyan would only exist in China.

It's possible that there's only one like it on the entire planet, and she just happened to run into one.

As she was thinking, Clay said, "Jianhang, I think Zhining is so beautiful and you are so handsome. I have a money-making opportunity here. Not only will your wedding be completely free, but you can also make a fortune."

Upon hearing about free and making money, Ruan Zhining perked up, "Brother, tell me!"

"My brother's company is in the wedding industry and needs live wedding stylists. He invited big bosses from your country to come and take a look. If they like it, they can get investment."

Ruan Zhining feigned admiration, "Wow, are our domestic big bosses generous with their investments?"

Clay said, "They're incredibly generous. Some of them are just too rich, truly wealthy. If they see something they like, they'll invest tens or hundreds of billions. I'll treat them like royalty."

"My brother can offer you this price," Clay said, holding up a number. "Are you willing? This price is quite high, but there's no way around it; Zhi Ning is just too beautiful, so the effect will definitely be the best."

Yin Jianhang sat with his legs crossed, lazily looking at Ruan Zhining. "I'm a henpecked husband, so my word doesn't count."

Ruan Zhining stomped on his foot under the table, her face beaming with a smile, "Okay, thanks, brother!"

That's settled.

Soon, Clay's brother sent someone over to finalize the wedding details with them.

Although Ruan Zhining is not a naive young girl yearning for love, she is still happy to hold a wedding (mainly because it's free and she even makes money). She actively participated in the preparations and also made many new friends.

Among them was a cool girl with a nose piercing. When they heard she was getting married, they insisted on taking her to her bachelorette party.

Ruan Zhining was taken to a nightclub and saw the manager leading a group of male models who were over 188cm tall into the club.

...Indeed, it's the same all over the world.

She watched as the male models rushed to sit down beside her, serving her tea and water.

One of them even said in a teasy tone, "Sister, did I scare you? I'm sorry, you made me... think of the moon."

Ruan Zhining: "..." A familiar phrase.

These days, green tea girls are really in low demand; they've even ended up in nightclubs. Looks like even wealthy women in Vancouver aren't easy to hook up with.

She felt a sense of kinship and pretended to have been hooked. She gave the male model a tip.

It felt good to give people money. So, is this how Wen Chongyan treated her like a toy?

She had been acting for Wen Chongyan for so long, trying to please him for so long, and now it was finally someone else's turn to please her.

Feng Shui turns around!

Ruan Zhining was truly enjoying herself. Lost in the constant calls of "sister," she readily gave out tips.

She drank a few more sips of wine, and even when she got up to sing, she needed Brother Mo's help.

When the waiter came in to deliver the fruit platter, the door to the private room opened, and two men in suits stood in the doorway, looking inside.

Asian faces.

The waiter asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

The two looked at each other in bewilderment. They were looking for...for the Miss Ruan inside who was embracing the male model.

They had photos that Assistant Shao had given them.

But the atmosphere inside was so lively and decadent that no one noticed.

A moment later, a file folder was brought in:

"Please give this to Miss Ruan, the one in the white sweater."

Ruan Zhining was singing and didn't even glance in their direction. The file folder was brought in and placed on the table; when she returned to the sofa to drink, the male model picked it up.

"Sister, this seems to be for you."

Ruan Zhining was dizzy. "What? Open it and take a look."

The male model even got a Chinese language certificate to impress the wealthy Chinese women in the neighborhood. I opened it and glanced at it.

"It looks like... a marriage agreement? Sister, is someone going to marry you?"

What kind of marriage agreement is this? Do people commit telecom fraud overseas? Could it have been sent from Myawaddy?

Ruan Zhining reached out and slapped it, "Get lost! I'm still single!"

The male model was startled. Seeing his worried and frightened expression for his sugar daddy, Ruan Zhining instantly empathized and leaned over to hug his head.

"Waaaaah, I was wrong, sister. Don't be afraid. We green tea girls are just insecure when it comes to picking up guys/girls. It's okay, things will get better once we've made a fortune..."

The male model assumed she was drunk and immediately threw the document bag into the trash can.

Before long, various melon rinds and drinks were poured in, along with the marriage agreement that had been transported from Beijing by expensive private jet over a period of more than ten hours.

It was completely soaked and blurred, so much so that not a single word could be read.

Including the last page of the agreement, the three priceless words on the man's signature, written quickly and heavily—

Wen Chongyan.

*Thud.* The grapes were covered by the male model's spit-out liquid.

Finally, when the nightclub staff were cleaning up the trash, they picked him up and threw him into the garbage truck.

……

Beijing.

Assistant Shao has been under immense work pressure lately; going to work every day is more painful than going to a funeral.

The reason is that Wen Chongyan's body pressure was too low.

After finding out which hospital Ruan Zhining's sister was in Vancouver, we continued our investigation. Since it was overseas, it took a little time.

However, unless one completely abandons their original identity, becomes an unregistered resident, and illegally enters the country, they can be traced no matter what.

Sure enough, it was eventually discovered that Ruan Zhining lived in a community in North Vancouver.

Upon further investigation, it was discovered that Ruan Zhining was renting the apartment, and that her lease with the landlord was very short, only one month.

When the contract was sent back.

Wen Chongyan's gloomy expression, which had lasted for half a month, finally showed a slight improvement.

She's only renting the place for a month. Short-term rental—meaning she'll be moving out soon.

This also shows that she wasn't really after all, but rather because she was heartbroken after being rejected. This further corroborates Assistant Shao's statement.

She was just waiting for him to come to her.

So Wen Chongyan sent someone to Vancouver to deliver the marriage agreement.

After the people who had been sent there boarded the private plane, Wen Chongyan had his first appetite in days. He sat in the restaurant of Tanyuan and ate his lunch slowly and deliberately.

I just felt that it was too quiet around me.

He hesitated several times, but finally looked up at the empty seat opposite him—

It's as if I can see Ruan Zhining sitting there, saying to him: Mr. Wen, will you marry me?

Wen Chongyan's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked away. He glanced at the time, his eyes filled with determination.

He was certain that Ruan Zhining would sign the marriage agreement and return to China immediately upon seeing it.

If she comes back and admits that she went too far this time, then he can allow her to spend an extra 500 million on the wedding.