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

Ruan Zhining quickly looked away, "Move aside..."

She dared not look at Wen Chongyan, but the two were pressed together like this. She was nervous and anxious, wanting to get away from him, but the more she tried to move, the more…

She froze. "Why are you doing this again..."

"Hmm." Wen Chongyan said calmly, "It can't be hidden anymore, and the power outage won't help."

"..."

He lowered his head and kissed her again, tracing the corner of her lips downwards.

Ruan Zhining could accept it at first, her mind filled with Yin Jianhang's words that it wouldn't be a loss to play around with him, but she soon couldn't take it anymore, and her eyes turned red.

"I don't want to..." she cried, pushing him away. "It hurts! Don't do it, Wen Chongyan, I don't want to..."

Wen Chongyan glanced down at her, frowning and looking at her strangely, not understanding why she was in so much pain before it even started. Logically speaking, with the temperature suitable, she should be quite experienced.

But he had no experience, and most importantly, he couldn't be too forceful, for fear of hurting her. He lowered his head to kiss her, but she pushed his hand away.

"Even when other people are dating, they don't act like this! How come we always end up...end up in this kind of situation? Either on the sofa or in bed..." Ruan Zhining cried, her eyes red. "What are you doing? It really hurts! I...I don't want this! If you keep bullying me like this, I'll really, really get angry..."

Tears were about to fall from her eyes.

She was truly wronged. She was in so much pain; his... it was terrifying.

It was her first time, and she wasn't ready yet. She buried her head in the pillow, her smooth, white back twitching.

Wen Chongyan lay down and reached out to pull her into his arms.

He lowered his head and kissed the corner of her eye, wiping away her tears. "I'll go learn how to do it so it won't hurt you," he said. "Maybe the foreplay was too long, so it's better to start right away."

"...Who asked you to study! You have such a large family, and all you do all day is study this kind of thing! Don't say another word!"

Ruan Zhining reached out and covered his mouth. Wen Chongyan kissed her palm, and she pulled her hand back, rubbing it against his chest muscle. "You drool! You're disgusting!"

"Hmm," he said casually, "didn't I just kiss you?"

"..."

Ruan Zhining buried her face in his chest, and Wen Chongyan pulled the blanket over her, saying, "Go to sleep."

"How can we sleep like this?" They were still hugging each other.

"I'll pat you to sleep."

"..."

Ruan Zhining could feel that his breathing was heavy, but he was trying his best to control it.

She thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, but Wen Chongyan's large hand landed on her back, patting it rhythmically. She nestled in his arms, inhaling his scent, and gradually closed her eyes.

……

The next morning, when Ruan Zhining got up, Wen Chongyan was already gone.

All her clothes from yesterday were unwearable, so she changed into new ones. When she came out of the suite, she found Wen Chongyan making breakfast in the kitchen.

While she was eating, Wen Chongyan sat beside her drinking black coffee and asked, "Was the fried egg overcooked this time?"

"..." Ruan Zhining was taken aback, suddenly looked up at him, and then lowered her head again.

Perhaps because they had been completely honest with each other last night, and then... slept naked in each other's arms, Ruan Zhining felt afraid to look at him now; her face would inexplicably burn whenever she did.

"Hmm... Oh," she replied, forking up a fried egg and stuffing it into her mouth. Wen Chongyan didn't ask any more questions.

After breakfast, Ruan Zhining went to the hospital to visit her sister. Wen Chongyan, who had nothing to do in Vancouver, went to the hospital with her.

When they arrived at the floor where her sister's hospital room was, Ruan Zhining said, "Wait for me here. Didn't you have work to do?"

Wen Chongyan looked down at her. Clearly, she didn't want him to come in because she didn't want him to see her only family member.

Even though she was lying in his arms naked last night.

Wen Chongyan looked at her for a while and then hummed in agreement.

Ruan Zhining turned and went into the ward. She found two new doctors in the ward, one of whom said, "Mr. Jiang sent us to help Miss Ruan with her post-operative recovery."

Facing the wind?

Feeling grateful, Ruan Zhining took the opportunity while her sister was undergoing her checkup to send a WeChat message to Jiang Linfeng.

[Linfeng, I just saw the doctor, thank you so much.]

Jiang Linfeng quickly replied: [Don't mention it, Zhi Ning. It's my honor to have you ask me for help. However, I didn't find this doctor; it was A Yan who did. It's through his connections. Wen Rui has a cooperative investment with a top hospital in Switzerland.]

Ruan Zhining was taken aback.

Was it Wen Chongyan who found it?

Jiang Linfeng continued to post: [Yes, Ayan has always been helpful to you, probably because of Xiyu. Last time, when your uncle Ruan Changhe was sentenced for an old case, it was Ayan who found out. He has far more connections than I do.]

"..."

Ruan Zhining was completely stunned.

She was always grateful to Jiang Linfeng for saving her from further trouble after her uncle was sentenced last time, but she didn't know that it was Wen Chongyan who sent people to investigate.

She sat in the ward somewhat absentmindedly, spending two hours with her sister. When she came out, she saw Wen Chongyan standing on the balcony at the end of the corridor, making a phone call.

Seeing her walk over, Wen Chongyan said a few words in French, hung up, and asked her, "Why didn't you stay a little longer?"

Ruan Zhining looked at him, "...Aren't you bored here?"

"Work," he said.

Ruan Zhining stood there without saying a word. Wen Chongyan asked, "What's wrong?"

Ruan Zhining suddenly asked, "Did you find the doctor in the ward?"

Wen Chongyan frowned, then said, "Lin Feng told you."

"Was it you who helped my uncle get sentenced last time?"

"Lin Feng is indeed not suitable to be a husband," Wen Chongyan said calmly. "A man who can't keep a secret is unreliable. You're glad you didn't marry him."

"..." Ruan Zhining gritted her teeth, glared at him for a while, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Is such a small thing worth mentioning?"

"I wouldn't have known if you hadn't told me. I thought it was Lin Feng."

"Do you think it matters who it is?" Wen Chongyan said calmly. "Would you fall in love with Lin Feng because of this?"

"..."

"I don't want you to be polite to me or pretend with me because of these things," he said. "That's not what I want."

"So what do you want?"

Wen Chongyan looked directly at her.

Ruan Zhining looked away and heard him say in a low voice, "I want you to fall in love with me."

Ruan Zhining bit her lower lip. "...What if I never fall in love with you?"

Wen Chongyan didn't speak, he just looked at her.

A breeze blew by, lifting Ruan Zhining's thick, black hair. She reached up to gather it up, and the next second, she saw Wen Chongyan take something off his wrist and hand her a hair tie.

Ruan Zhining's gaze fell on Wen Chongyan's wrist—besides wearing a multi-million dollar watch, he was also wearing two black hair ties that cost only a few dollars.

She often can't find her hair ties, buying one only to lose it again; she complained about this last week.

So he always wore two on his wrists.

Ruan Zhining only glanced at it before feeling a tightness in her chest, and for a moment she didn't know how to breathe.