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

But Ruan Zhining soon realized that this was her own illusion.

Because when the man in the floral shirt continued:

"My father discussed business with your Wenrui Group. At the time, he said he was honored to have such a young yet high-ranking friend as you. Do you remember?"

Friend. So this is your friend's son?

Then they wouldn't be strangers anymore.

Wen Chongyan, who was taller than him, looked at him with a disdainful gaze: "Where is your father now?"

Perhaps he could contact him and catch up.

The man in the floral shirt said, "He passed away two years ago."

"..."

Wen Chongyan's indifference seemed to cool down for only a few seconds before returning to its previous coldness.

Ruan Zhining thought it was fortunate that only her father knew him. She further confirmed, "Mr. Xu, are you acquainted with Mr. Wen?"

The man in the floral shirt shook his head: "Sigh, I'm not qualified to be familiar with President Wen yet. I'm not currently in charge of my family's group. My net worth is only a little over a billion."

Nearly a billion!

Ruan Zhining's eyes lit up instinctively.

But she stared at the man in the floral shirt in shock, her eyes filled with more self-pity and indignation.

What?! I thought she was a green tea bitch, but it turns out she's a billionaire while he's just plain ugly.

Wen Chongyan stared intently at Ruan Zhining.

Seeing her sudden surprise, he thought coldly, "She really is a gold digger; she gets excited just hearing about this little bit of wealth."

But he soon noticed that Ruan Zhining looked distressed. She was pouting and even let out a secret sigh.

What does that mean? Why is she suddenly unhappy?

What exactly does she think of this guy in the floral shirt? Surely she doesn't actually like him.

Impossible. How could a green tea b*tch have a sincere heart?

She was just playing around. She definitely was.

Ruan Zhining wasn't actually unhappy. After sighing, she thought of her 40 yuan bracelet and became happy again.

"Zhining, would you like to have lunch together?"

Jiang Linfeng took the initiative to invite, "Mr. Xu, please join us. Zhi Ning's friends are my friends too."

It's good to have food to eat. They're all wealthy, so they must be eating the most expensive food.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say." After saying that, Ruan Zhining immediately added, "And Mr. Wen's arrangements as well."

Wen Chongyan's handsome face remained expressionless. He didn't respond to her words and seemed to barely even look at her.

Ruan Zhining, however, felt that this state was the best.

Wen Chongyan treated her like a stranger so that he wouldn't think about the 40 yuan bracelet.

She felt relieved and turned to walk down to the lower deck. But her shoes must have been too cheap; she slipped as she stepped into the water.

Before she could panic, a large hand steadily supported her waist from behind.

It was so fast it felt as if that hand was always behind her waist, watching her every move.

"Thank you..." She turned around and saw that it was Wen Chongyan.

She quickly steadied herself. For some reason, the area on her lower back where his large hand had touched felt a little numb.

...That strange sense of invasion came back again.

Why does Wen Chongyan's gaze seem so deep and heavy? Could it be that he regrets losing the bracelet?

Ruan Zhining dared not look at him anymore and quickened her pace to walk upstairs.

Wen Chongyan then calmly and gentlemanly withdrew his hand.

Her gaze swept coldly over the dejected man in the floral shirt beside her, and Jiang Linfeng, who was about to reach out to help but didn't have time.

Two foolish men. They even fight over helping a woman.

She's a scheming green tea bitch.

Wen Chongyan scoffed coldly. But the soft, bony feel of Ruan Zhining's waist still lingered in his palm.

Her waist is so slim.

With a waist like that, if you hold it with one hand and press it down, you could probably bend it easily.

Ruan Zhining's voice was so charming; if he were to break her back, she would definitely twist her waist and softly cry out in pain, her big eyes gazing at him with watery eyes...

Perhaps, that little mouth will even cry and beg for forgiveness, saying that she will never dare to be a green tea bitch and seduce men again.

……

The four of them arrived at the glass-enclosed restaurant on the top floor.

Ruan Zhining was very satisfied with the environment.

The only thing that bothered her was that the rich woman was also there.

Especially when she learned that the man in the floral shirt was actually the fifth son of a major company in Hong Kong, the rich woman's tech-savvy face became even more distorted.

She asked sarcastically, "Xiao Ruan, is this gentleman your boyfriend who bought you the bracelet yesterday?"

Ruan Zhining was surprised that the rich woman knew. She guessed that the information had been leaked from a secondhand goods group.

She felt clever for using a secondary WeChat account, but outwardly remained completely innocent:

"A boyfriend who buys you a bracelet? Are you sure you haven't mistaken someone for someone else? Besides, shouldn't you pay for your own things? Why should your boyfriend buy them for you?"

After he finished speaking, both Jiang Linfeng and the man in the floral shirt showed expressions of appreciation and approval.

The man in the floral shirt said, "Miss Ruan, if you had a boyfriend, I would be very heartbroken."

Jiang Linfeng immediately replied, "A girl as wonderful as Zhi Ning would be the object of every man's affections. Luckily, I met Zhi Ning earlier, so I should have a better chance."

Rich woman, "..."

Wen Chongyan, "…………"

"What a pretentious act," he thought coldly. "Is she trying to leave a good impression on these two men?"

Who will she ultimately choose?

Or perhaps one wealthy man wasn't enough for her, and she started thinking about hooking up with two.

Perhaps there will be a third one.

She's so beautiful, every man on the cruise ship might fall for her.

The irritation in my heart was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress.

The rich woman never expected that her sarcastic remark would backfire and make Ruan Zhining show off! She was so angry that her foundation cracked.

Ruan Zhining glanced at the rich woman casually, thinking that even high-end foundations might not be effective.

She doesn't respond to either of the men. Always ignoring or failing to understand crucial points is an essential skill for a manipulative woman.

As the dishes were being served, Jiang Linfeng asked, "Zhi Ning, what are your plans for this afternoon?"

At this moment, Wen Chongyan picked up his fork and accidentally bumped it against the rim of the bowl, making a crisp sound.

To Ruan Zhining, it sounded like a crisp warning—if you dare to hook up with my childhood friend again, you'd better give me back the 40 yuan bracelet.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "I made an appointment with Mr. Xu this afternoon. He said he would take me paragliding."

Wen Chongyan paused slightly with his long, slender fingers holding the fork.

"High-altitude paragliding?" Jiang Linfeng was taken aback.

The man in the floral shirt gave him a smug look. "It's towed by a speedboat, taking off from the sea platform at the stern. Once airborne, you can enjoy an unobstructed view of the entire seascape. The view is superb."

Ruan Zhining was already looking forward to it just by listening to it.

However, she asked worriedly, "I can't dance, do I need to learn?"

"A tandem parachute. Don't be afraid, I'll take you on the jump." The man in the floral shirt winked and smiled at her.

Wen Chongyan elegantly cut his steak, not participating in these tedious activities.

But he cut the whole steak into tiny, messy pieces and didn't eat a single bite.

Just then, the rich girl exclaimed, "I want to dance too! Brother Linfeng, will you take me?"

"...I can't," Jiang Linfeng had to say. "Ayan can."

The rich woman immediately asked in a high-pitched voice, "Mr. Wen, could you please take me dancing? Please, Mr. Wen!"

Wen Chongyan lowered his handsome face slightly, still cutting the already mangled steak, and said coldly, "Miss Zhang, don't beg me. I can't."

The wealthy woman surnamed Fu: "..."

Ruan Zhining felt a sense of schadenfreude. It was truly satisfying to see tea appraised by a tea connoisseur.

But Wen Chongyan's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured over him—