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

He was incredulous the moment his chest muscles were touched.

He couldn't believe that a woman would dare to openly touch him like that right in front of him—

So much so that the soft, boneless little hand on her chest touched her for ten seconds.

When that little hand got a little too big for its britches and started pinching...

His expression suddenly turned sinister as he fiercely gripped the unruly hand.

"Ouch!" Ruan Zhining frowned and said angrily, "Why did you grab me! You—"

When she looked up and saw his face, she suddenly stopped cursing.

His eyes held a mixture of fear and defiance.

Wen Chongyan was practically laughing in anger, his voice extremely sinister: "Ruan Zhining, do you want to die?"

Ruan Zhining shook her head, "I don't want to! I'm not a rich woman yet!"

Very well, you're starting to tell the truth now, aren't you?

How can her eyes be so big?

Wen Chongyan sneered, "Finally stopped pretending? Say it again, and I'll call Xiyu to listen."

Her expression changed instantly, and she immediately said in a pure and innocent tone:

"I don't want to be a rich woman with money, but one with a rich soul. It doesn't matter if I have money or not; what matters is that I have faith, light, and kindness."

Wen Chongyan: "..."

Her eyes were really big and bright, reflecting his image.

For a fleeting moment, he felt that these eyes... were somewhat similar to Ruan Xiaocui's from that night.

However, Ruan Xiaocui's simplicity and kindness were something that Ruan Zhining could not match.

He, Wen Chongyan, was not like those foolish, easily fooled men in the Wen family.

He can tell the difference clearly.

She's just a vain, materialistic, and scheming woman.

She's deliberately touching him here, trying to seduce him—but just a few days ago he saw her seducing Fu Jiahao, her dimples so deep when she smiled.

Where did she get the audacity to treat the Wen family like this?

"Don't play along with me. I'm not Wen Xiyu, I'm not that easy to fool."

Wen Chongyan suddenly exerted force with his palm, squeezing her wrist until it turned red.

"You sent the recording of your fake crying to the anonymous wall, deliberately letting Xiyu see it. Looks like you didn't listen to what I said?"

"This is tantamount to a breach of contract. Believe me or not, I can make you go to jail for it."

He was merciless in every word, his tone as cold and sharp as ice.

Done.

He glanced down coldly.

Ruan Zhining seemed not to hear him at all, tilting her head and staring at his muscular, lean thighs encased in his suit trousers.

"Wow, that's amazing..."

She muttered to herself and was about to reach out her hand!

You can easily guess where she's going to touch—

Wen Chongyan felt a tightness in his throat, as if some kind of flame had suddenly surged up and burned his heart.

This lawless and dissolute girl—!

He suddenly pushed open the car door and pulled Ruan Zhining out of the car.

He slammed the car door shut with his backhand.

The dull thud of the doors closing was like a final, resounding echo, shutting her out of his world.

"drive!"

Wen Chongyan coldly gave instructions to the driver.

He sat upright and ramrod straight, his tall figure exuding an air of dignity and nobility that could be allowed to be tarnished.

But the driver didn't move, looking quite troubled.

"Mr. Wen, that lady is behind the car... I can't back up."

Ruan Zhining was at the back of the car. After being pushed out, she staggered a few steps and steadied herself by holding onto the car door.

She felt so dizzy... She staggered forward.

She finally got away from the car. The driver breathed a sigh of relief and immediately started reversing.

As the car reversed, Ruan Zhining inevitably reappeared outside the back seat window.

She walked unsteadily.

Perhaps she was just too beautiful, because after only a few steps, she was stopped by a group of tattooed men who were trying to enter the club.

Through the car windows, which were insulated with excellent soundproofing, Wen Chongyan couldn't hear what was being said outside.

But he could catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye.

It's clear that those men are harassing Ruan Zhining.

She waved her hands as if refusing, her face flushed and her eyes somewhat unfocused.

Wen Chongyan remembered that he had just smelled a faint scent of alcohol on her.

He drank too much? Maybe Fu Jiahao forced him to drink.

Serves her right, who told her to go around hooking up with men?

Wen Chongyan's expression was extremely blank.

The external entanglements are becoming increasingly intense.

The group of tattooed men realized that Ruan Zhining was drunk, and one of them went straight up to her and put his arm around her waist.

Wen Chongyan's brows suddenly furrowed—

He closed his eyes, then quickly opened them again.

I don't know why I feel extremely agitated.

Perhaps it was his inherent gentlemanly upbringing that made it impossible for him to turn a blind eye to such harassment.

Wen Chongyan took a deep breath, and the next second he suddenly shouted, "Stop the car!"

Just as several tattooed men were about to carry Ruan Zhining into the alley, they suddenly heard strong footsteps behind them.

A tall and imposing figure approached.

The overwhelming aura of those in high positions is completely different from that of people like them who are just navigating the underworld.

Wen Chongyan didn't even need to say a word; the people dispersed on their own.

He was still saying "I'm sorry" with lingering fear.

Seeing that the people who had been bothering her had left, Ruan Zhining patted her chest and said smugly, "They were all scared, weren't they? Hehe, I'm really amazing."

Wen Chongyan: "..."

His temples started throbbing again. He regretted getting out of the car to get involved in her nonsense.

He wanted to have someone pick her up, but he didn't know her family or friends.

Calling Wen Xiyu over is definitely not an option either. If we let her go on and flirt... the two of them might end up having a baby by tomorrow.

Send them back to school? There's already a curfew.

Finally, Wen Chongyan, his handsome face grim, reached out and pulled Ruan Zhining into the car.

Ruan Zhining leaned against the car door, refusing to get in, and her arms were simply too thin.

Wen Chongyan pulled her in with a little force, and she cried out in pain, "It hurts—be gentle—I can't get in—"

Passersby kept glancing this way, as if they were watching a pornographic film.

"..."

When has he ever been this humiliated?

Wen Chongyan closed his eyes, his handsome face dark and brooding, and bent down to pick up Ruan Zhining in his arms.

The driver didn't dare turn around, but his eyes were filled with extreme shock. This was the first time that President Wen had ever carried a woman into the car.

However, the way he placed her on the seat wasn't exactly gentle. He practically threw her there.

Ruan Zhining wasn't angry. She reached out and touched the seat, exclaiming, "A Rolls-Royce... the leather is so smooth... so soft... smoother than my skin..."

The skin is indeed very smooth.

He touched it when he hugged her just now. It was incredibly smooth. How could it be so soft and smooth?

Realizing the absurdity of his thoughts, Wen Chongyan's face darkened further.

The next second, he picked up a blanket and threw it over the girl's head.

"Mmm!"

Ruan Zhining was blindfolded, and her incoherent ramblings were completely blocked.

"Say it again, and I'll throw you out!" Wen Chongyan warned sternly.

The blanket stopped moving instantly.

He nudged the person inside, who was sobbing, "Don't throw me out! I want to ride in a Rolls-Royce. I only get BYDs on Didi Chuxing, sob sob sob..."

Wen Chongyan: "..."

I really shouldn't have saved her.

……

The Rolls-Royce drove into the park.

This is the private residence that Wen Chongyan purchased after he came of age.

The servants helped the drunk and unsteady Ruan Zhining inside.

Wen Chongyan went directly to his study to handle urgent international business.

It was almost midnight when he came out.

Assistant Shao brought over several documents, which Wen Chongyan signed. He then asked the maid, "Is she asleep?"

This was the first time Wen Chongyan had brought a woman back to Tan Garden. The servants, unsure of her identity, naturally treated her with great care.

But at this moment, he hesitated, as if he didn't know how to describe the scene:

"Miss woke up after a short nap and is... is live streaming, saying she wants to pamper her fans."

"..."

Wen Chongyan paused, his hand holding the pen still.

Everyone around fell silent.

Live broadcast.

Pamper your fans.

These two words, which have absolutely nothing to do with Wen Chongyan, appeared in his villa.

It feels so...incongruous.

Wen Chongyan's face darkened, and he turned and strode towards the master bedroom.