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

The suitcase was opened, and one million in cash was neatly arranged inside.

When Wen Chongyan walked in, he saw Ruan Zhining sitting in front of the suitcase—

Those big eyes were fixed on the money, as if they didn't want to look away for even a second.

Their eyes are truly large and bright, crystal clear, like the finest gemstones.

No wonder those men said they wanted to kiss her.

Wen Chongyan gave a cold laugh.

Hearing the noise, Ruan Zhining turned around and saw it was him, and immediately stood up.

"Mr. Wen," she called out to him in a soft, sweet voice. She looked very obedient.

A white, fitted long dress.

She didn't have any extra accessories (actually, she couldn't afford them).

You can't tell if she's wearing makeup or not. But she's very pretty, even prettier than in the videos from the shelter.

—They hadn't seen each other for six days.

But Wen Chongyan felt as if he saw him every day.

Aside from work hours, he spends all his time following her Douyin (TikTok), her WeChat Moments, and her every move. He wants to see what kind of mischief she's up to this time.

"Good morning, Mr. Wen." Seeing that he didn't speak, Ruan Zhining called out again.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't a little guilty. After all, I got the phone from him.

So her voice became weaker and weaker, and it sounded even sweeter.

Wen Chongyan frowned, his gaze falling on her pink lips, like cherry blossom jelly, and then on the million dollars.

How did she get that million? With those alluring lips?

His eyes suddenly turned sinister—

A large part of the reason why Ruan Zhining can act like a green tea bitch is that she is a very sensitive person.

Her childhood experience as a homeless person made her particularly sensitive to other people's emotions.

For example, at this moment, she felt that Wen Chongyan's eyes seemed to want to... kill her.

She instinctively stepped back.

"Mr. Wen, have I disturbed your work? Here's the money, I'll be leaving now..."

"Where did the money come from?"

Wen Chongyan asked coldly.

Ruan Zhining tried to evade the issue, saying, "I brought the money, as for violating the contract..."

Wen Chongyan interrupted her, "Where did you bring the money from?"

Top capitalists are indeed not easily fooled.

The key points were grasped very well.

But even the finest green tea cannot be defeated.

Ruan Zhining bit her lip, employing a roundabout tactic:

"The money was brought from school (vague statement). I thought about it for a long time. When I signed the contract, I didn't sort out my feelings (shifting the focus). Now... I choose love."

"This one million is your compensation. Consider the previous contract as my breach of contract."

"I'm sorry, but I still want to stay with Xiyu."

Wen Chongyan squinted at her "loyal to love" act and scoffed.

"Did you think I would say I don't agree with you two being together, and then we would argue about it, and the focus would shift, and I would completely ignore the source of this million?"

Ruan Zhining: "..."

Wow, you guessed it all!

Wen Chongyan calmly sat down on the sofa opposite her and pressed the intercom.

Soon, Assistant Shao came in with several reports:

"President Wen, we've found it. The suitcase's batch number is FX2118, produced in Urumqi on March 7th. Jingfeng Bank purchased one thousand of them—Vice President Zhang of the head office personally withdrew one million yuan in cash, packed them in the conference room, and delivered them to Young Master Xiyu. The withdrawal time and detailed information are here."

...Sweat began to bead on Ruan Zhining's forehead. She was starting to get restless.

She tried to get up and leave to find help: "I...I need to use the restroom..."

Wen Chongyan raised his hand and said, "Find two female secretaries to go with her, one on each side, to watch her as she goes."

"..."

Ruan Zhining's raised bottom stiffened, and she slowly sat back down. "...Actually, I'm not in a hurry."

Wen Chongyan chuckled. "You told Xiyu about signing a contract with me? That's why he gave you a million to help you solve your problem."

She blinked: "I've never said that on my own initiative..."

Wen Chongyan looked at her coldly, "So you used passive methods to say it. Like posting a Douyin video to seduce him?"

What you call seducing him is called fishing.

Seduction is the lowest level of tactic. Those are just the mark of a subpar "green tea" (a manipulative woman).

Ruan Zhining bit her lower lip: "The Douyin video was just an accident; I couldn't help but let my true feelings show..."

Her voice was so soft that it made my whole body feel weak and tingly.

Wen Chongyan frowned, a possibility forming in his mind, his gaze suddenly sharpening, "Have you been staying together these past few nights?"

"How could I! I wouldn't be so foolish as to offer myself up so quickly—"

Ruan Zhining abruptly stopped speaking, her large eyes darting around, "—When we're caught up in base physical pleasures, what we seek is spiritual resonance."

"Oh?" Wen Chongyan sneered. "So, you don't care about Xiyu's money at all? You still love him even if he's penniless?"

Ruan Zhining nodded without hesitation. She even raised three fingers as an oath.

Such statements are like "I swear I'll never stay up late again or I'll be a dog"—they're impossible to keep. You can say whatever you want.

Wen Chongyan looked at her meaningfully, then suddenly reached out and opened the right drawer—

Ruan Zhining covered her head in fright: "Murder is illegal! Possessing firearms is also illegal in this country! Mr. Wen, please think it over!"

Wen Chongyan paused, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Do I look like someone who would threaten people with a gun?"

Ruan Zhining stammered, "It's...it's not really like it..."

They are very similar.

His demeanor was too aloof; even when he wore a dignified suit with the top button fastened, it couldn't conceal the intense aggression in his bones.

To put it bluntly, as the ladies in the socialite group say: You can't be with this kind of man, he'll fuck you to death!

Ruan Zhining shivered involuntarily, and the next second, a stack of papers was thrown in front of her.

It was the contract that was signed in the lounge of the Panshan Manor.

It's still the original!

Ruan Zhining immediately picked it up and held it in her arms. She looked at him with suspicion and caution.

Wen Chongyan scoffed at her sly little face.

He pointed his long finger at the suitcase in the air.

"Now that you've received the one million yuan penalty, this contract is void. You can go and tell Xiyu this good news."

Ruan Zhining suddenly raised her face: "Mr. Wen, do you mean... you agree to us being together?"

Wen Chongyan smiled mysteriously, "Didn't you love him even when he was penniless? What can I say then?"

Ruan Zhining was immediately immersed in joy, completely ignoring the deeper meaning of the phrase "penniless".

They also overlooked the ruthless glint in Wen Chongyan's eyes, hidden beneath his smile.

"Really? Mr. Wen, I'm so touched I could cry!"

"Hmm." Wen Chongyan responded lightly. Seeing Ruan Zhining get up and come over, she poured him tea like a little puppy, even bending down to hand him a drink, smiling so sweetly...

Upon closer inspection, those big eyes revealed that the eyelashes were also very long.

Like the kind of dolls my neighbor's younger sister would buy when I was little.

Wen Chongyan disliked dolls when he was a child. He even forbade his neighbor's little sister from bringing them home because he thought they were too beautiful.

Things that are too beautiful are often dangerous. He will instinctively feel aversion to them.

—For example, Ruan Zhining.

Wen Chongyan forced himself to look away. He thought ironically, "She just said she was so moved she wanted to cry?"

He gave a playful smile.

He believed that she was indeed going to cry, and that she would cry more bitterly and intensely than ever before.

He was eagerly awaiting her reaction.