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

Ruan Zhining clung tightly to Wen Chongyan like a frightened koala.

The bikini fabric offered virtually no protection; her full breasts pressed tightly against his firm chest.

And her legs... were pressing down on his taut abdomen perfectly.

Wen Chongyan let out a muffled groan that sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure, and his large hand, which was supporting her waist, tightened suddenly.

"Sleep with ten handsome men?" His voice was deep and hoarse as he sneered, "You really dare to dream."

With such a thin waist, one person could probably burst her.

The helicopter then experienced another turbulence.

Ruan Zhining gasped and slid down a few feet, but Wen Chongyan instinctively supported her hips and pulled her up.

My palm touched a piece of delicate skin—

The edge of her high-waisted bikini bottoms was positioned just within his thumb's reach.

"Ah..." Ruan Zhining trembled sensitively, her arms around his neck tightening even more. "You, you mustn't let go... wait until the airflow passes..."

Wen Chongyan did not move.

Unfortunately, the airflow passed too quickly, and the helicopter regained stability.

Ruan Zhining then got off him and went to sit in another seat, repeatedly checking her seatbelt.

She was so frightened that she blurted out the truth. And only after the fright subsided did she realize that it might have been a prank by Wen Chongyan.

The more I think about it, the more it seems to make sense. Are they taking advantage of poor people who don't understand the basic principles of helicopters?

She turned her face away in anger and looked out the window.

Then I heard Wen Chongyan's icy voice again.

"It flew off the island long ago. Do you think you can still see Lin Feng?"

"Who said I was looking at him!"

"Then what are you looking at?"

"Look at the cruise ship! Look at my 40—" Ruan Zhining abruptly stopped speaking. Oh no.

Wen Chongyan narrowed his eyes, "40 for what?"

She immediately said innocently, "...Look at my scenery, worth 40 heartbeats, has it been let down by the night?"

He successfully earned a cold laugh from Wen Chongyan.

Having almost been exposed, Ruan Zhining dared not argue back.

After Wen Chongyan finished his cold laugh, the chill in his body dissipated considerably.

It turns out that Ruan Zhining was worried about the bracelet that sold for 40, not Jiang Linfeng.

Therefore, she didn't care about Jiang Linfeng; how could a gold digger have genuine feelings?

Thinking of this, Wen Chongyan's lips curled up. He glanced at Ruan Zhining's dejected and worried expression, and suddenly asked in a low voice,

Did you provide your real phone number when boarding the cruise ship?

"Huh? Oh...yes."

"Your luggage in your cruise ship room will be packed by someone, and they will call to ask where you need it sent."

Wen Chongyan made it sound like a casual remark.

Ruan Zhining was stunned for a moment. Then, she reacted and gave a smile that seemed to have come back from the dead.

That's great! Expensive tours definitely come with guarantees; you get what you pay for!

She was happy again. Forgetting her earlier fright, she started touching everything on the helicopter.

Wen Chongyan looked at her and thought coldly.

Women like Ruan Zhining are probably the easiest women in the world to control.

He didn't understand why the Wen family's ancestors and his three older brothers would be so desperate for a gold digger.

He could easily control a gold digger if he had money.

She will do whatever you ask her to do.

She has everything except sincerity.

And he could never possibly want her true feelings.

Wen Chongyan had no worries whatsoever.

……

Ruan Zhining began to worry again.

She was thinking: It's a long way back to Beijing. Is it possible to fly back? What if they dumped her body in international waters?

But the richest man has the power of money. The helicopter flies to a certain place, lands, and then he transfers to another plane.

She then realized that she could actually take a plane in just twenty minutes.

Her dream of becoming a rich woman only grew stronger.

On the way, she secretly searched for the Yilan Mansion.

It was discovered that the building is also under the Wenrui Group, and there are eligibility restrictions for purchasing it; it belongs to the high-end apartment building category.

When she arrived at the apartment, it certainly did not disappoint her.

Not only is the layout excellent and ultra-modern, but the decoration is also top-notch (you can tell a lot of money was spent).

She circled around it three times, becoming more and more satisfied with each look.

Finally, back in the living room, she saw Wen Chongyan talking to Assistant Shao. She carefully moved over and waited for him to finish before speaking:

"Mr. Wen..."

It's sweet. I'm happy again.

Wen Chongyan lifted his eyelids.

"This apartment is really beautiful. Wenrui Group is indeed a real estate tycoon, and you are a tycoon among tycoons... Um, are you really giving it to me as a gift?"

The last sentence is the key point.

"You didn't fool my father with your superb acting skills," Wen Chongyan said coldly. "He insisted on making it up to you."

Oh. Doesn't that just prove how capable she is?

Ruan Zhining showed no signs of internal strife after being criticized; on the contrary, she was delighted.

"So... when will Uncle Wen return to Beijing from the United States?"

"In a while."

Oh. Then the transfer of ownership will have to wait a while.

But the Wen family can't possibly go back on their word, can they?

Once the house is transferred to her name, she can apply for a loan to pay for her sister's continued treatment.

But selling it probably won't work; what if Wen Chongyan finds out and causes her trouble...?

Regardless, she now owns her own house! How can this not be considered a result of her hard work?

Ruan Zhining remembered she hadn't checked the small bathroom, so she ran there quickly. She even refused to answer Jiang Linfeng's calls.

Wen Chongyan stood outside in the corridor answering a phone call.

Jiang Linfeng complained on the other end, "Ayan, why did you suddenly take Zhining away, leaving me and Miss Fu on the island?"

"It's an urgent matter for the company."

"What about Zhi Ning? Why did she leave with you too? I was all set up to confess my feelings, but now she's rejecting my calls..."

At that moment, in the apartment's living room, a slender figure in a suit was running around happily.

That was his suit.

It looks quite good on her.

She's beautiful, has a great figure, and looks good in anything. She'd even look good in a burlap sack.

Wen Chongyan withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "She said something happened at school and she wanted me to give her a ride. I don't know anything else."

Jiang Linfeng felt guilty: "Sigh, I probably didn't treat you well on the cruise ship these past few days... Zhi Ning must be angry, otherwise why would she ignore me?"

"Then just ignore her," Wen Chongyan said casually. "Are you really determined to have her? I'll have someone introduce you to other girls."

Jiang Linfeng clicked his tongue. "When did you become so keen on this kind of thing? I've heard that only people who are in a relationship themselves want to introduce girlfriends to others."

Wen Chongyan frowned, clearly averse to the word "love," and said, "Don't talk nonsense."

"Don't pretend with me. What happened to our childhood friendship?" Jiang Linfeng teased. "Ten minutes ago, Cheng Che called and said he saw you looking at apartments with a girl at Yilan Mansion—Ayan, aren't you going to confess?"

Wen Chongyan: "..."