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

She seemed to be burned by the two hair ties, abruptly averting her gaze, turning around abruptly, and quickly heading towards the elevator.

Unfortunately, people with twisted ankles can't walk fast. Wen Chongyan caught up with her in two strides, grabbed her wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Your ankle isn't healed yet, so don't walk too much."

He skipped over the topic of her saying "if I never fall in love with him".

Does he really like her that much? Even when she says she'll never fall in love with him, can he accept that?

Ruan Zhining stopped and stood there with her head down, her hair blowing across her face. Wen Chongyan stood behind her, reached out and gathered her long hair, tying it up at the back of her head.

The movements were surprisingly practiced. And they didn't pull her hair.

Ruan Zhining kicked the ground. "...You used to braid girls' hair, huh? You're so good at it."

"I practiced tying your hair while you were asleep," Wen Chongyan said casually. "I didn't wake you up when you were sleeping on your side, so I learned how."

"There are no other girls," he added. Though she probably wouldn't care much.

"..." Ruan Zhining didn't speak, staring at the reflections of the two people on the ground, and suddenly said, "Didn't you say my foot wasn't healed?"

Wen Chongyan looked down at her.

"Then why don't you hug me?" she said angrily. "You won't let me walk, and I'm so tired of standing here."

Wen Chongyan hummed in agreement and picked her up in his arms.

Ruan Zhining rested her head against his chest and suddenly said in a muffled voice, "Wen Chongyan, I hate you."

Wen Chongyan said, "Hmm."

I absolutely hate you!

"Um."

"..."

Ruan Zhining fell silent and buried her head. But she still secretly looked up at the hair tie on his wrist, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Wen Chongyan carried Ruan Zhining downstairs to the examination room so the doctor could examine her feet. Then he took her back to the hotel.

They stayed in Vancouver for a few days because Nguyen Ching-yan underwent two more rehabilitation sessions.

Then they flew back to Beijing.

With many things to do at the group, Wen Chongyan went to a meeting as soon as he returned to Beijing, while Ruan Zhining continued to recuperate on her foot in her apartment.

In the evening, Wen Chongyan came back and had dinner with her before going into the study. Ruan Zhining noticed that he was looking at his phone the whole time and guessed that he was busy with work.

She wouldn't normally bother him at this time, but Assistant Shao knocked on the door and brought over a large cardboard box.

But it was very light when moved. Ruan Zhining was afraid it might be something important, so she knocked on the study door.

"May I come in?"

"I'm coming out," Wen Chongyan said.

?

"Aren't we allowed in yet?" Ruan Zhining frowned in confusion when she suddenly heard what sounded like a woman's panting coming from inside.

? ?

What is he doing?

Ruan Zhining was taken aback. In an instant, a strange anger surged up. She pursed her lips and reached out to open the study door.

The apartment's study is also very large, with four large hanging screens lit up simultaneously, facilitating remote international conferences.

Wen Chongyan sat there, with open books on his large desk. He held one book down with one hand, his handsome face showing extreme focus and seriousness as he looked up at one of the screens.

The woman's voice came from that screen, not from a real woman, but from a 3D model of a character, accompanied by a mechanical female voice:

"As shown in the diagram of female anatomy, we can see the distribution of nerves, which determine the brain's sensations..."

"Usually, sufficient arousal is needed for good results, and what men need to do is as shown in the animation..."

Ruan Zhining, "…………"

The other three screens were filled with dense text in English, French, and German. The English text read "How to give women the best experience."

She froze, her face instantly turning red. "W-what are you looking at...!"

"Are you a pervert? Why are you looking at this?!"

When Wen Chongyan saw her come in looking for him, he got up and walked towards her. Ruan Zhining saw that the animation was still showing its movements, and she thought of what he had done to her that night... She was about to explode, "You, you, you turn it off right now! You're not allowed to watch it!"

"I'm learning," Wen Chongyan said calmly. "You're not in pain."

She could have passed everything, but that night her eyes were red and she really cried.

Wen Chongyan, dressed in a suit, looked as if he were discussing the most valuable business opportunity. He said,

"According to the book, women who have had experience in a short period of time will not be in as much pain, or at least they will not be in so much pain that they cry. It must be that my approach was wrong and I did not understand your body well enough."

“…………”

Ruan Zhining instinctively retorted, "No!"

"no?"

"..." She wanted to say that it was because she had no experience, but she couldn't say it. It felt like she was deliberately explaining it to him... She stammered, "So what? I, I didn't say I wanted to sleep with you."

"You didn't say anything, you just told me to do it?" Wen Chongyan frowned and said, "You threw away the hotel sheets, which means you also had a feeling, but I just didn't do it right."

Ruan Zhining blushed more and more as he spoke, and thinking of her reaction that night, she was so ashamed that she completely broke down. "Who wanted that? That was a normal physiological reaction. I'd do the same with any handsome guy, even more! A million times more than with you! I'd even throw away the bed!"

Wen Chongyan's face suddenly darkened. As soon as Ruan Zhining finished speaking, she turned to run away. The next second, a large hand swept across her waist, and she was picked up from behind.

What are you doing?!

Wen Chongyan easily picked her up, turned around and put her on the desk in a few steps. She tried to run away as soon as she sat down, but the man held her knees down with both hands.

Wen Chongyan stared straight at her. "Really? Other handsome guys? Looks like you've got plenty of... well, you try and see if you can throw this desk away."

After he finished speaking, he squatted down, pinning Ruan Zhining to the table with one hand, her cheek pressed against the book… She saw a line of text on it:

How to serve women to the greatest extent possible.

And the words below... but she didn't have time to see them clearly.

The pajama pants were left on the floor.

She was angry at first, but her mind went blank for a moment.

He... he actually...

She no longer needs Wen Chongyan to restrain her.

After a long time, Wen Chongyan's lips moved up, brushing past her chin to the corner of her lips, and he kissed her.

Perhaps because they had kissed so many times and had been so honest with each other, their kiss was extremely tender. Wen Chongyan said in a hoarse voice, "The book says that it's best to kiss while you're still feeling the afterglow."

He said this as he picked her up and turned to walk towards the master bedroom.