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

Ruan Zhining slipped into the kitchen to make cucumber salad.

Inside the restaurant, Wen Chongyan and Jiang Linfeng sat facing each other, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

But why would childhood friends feel awkward together? Jiang Linfeng also found it strange and took the initiative to speak.

"Ayan, what brings you to Zhining's rented apartment? Do you need to see her?"

The house was rented.

She told Jiang Linfeng that it was rented?

The storm brewing in Wen Chongyan's eyes was swept away by a gust of wind. He sat there, slowly letting out a cold laugh.

"It's rented. I'm curious, Miss Ruan, how much is the rent?"

Hearing this, Jiang Linfeng became curious as well. "The rent here must be quite high, Zhi Ning. Why did you choose to rent here?"

Ruan Zhining, "..."

She said that Wen Chongyan was going to cause trouble.

She dared not run away anymore and quickly brought over the cucumber salad.

Instead of sitting next to Wen Chongyan, she sat next to Jiang Linfeng. They were very close, their arms even touching.

The raging wind in Wen Chongyan's eyes gradually turned into a tornado.

"It's convenient to take care of my sister here. It's close to the hospital," Ruan Zhining explained gently.

Jiang Linfeng immediately understood, and gently patted her shoulder, "Don't worry about Zhi Ning, leave your sister's affairs to me."

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

Ruan Zhining gave him a sweet smile. In her heart, she sighed, "It's so good to be rich, it's so good to be from a wealthy family, even the medical resources are top-notch."

Money can buy life!

But money can't buy away the danger facing the richest man right in front of him—Wen Chongyan stared coldly at her with his dark eyes, especially at the smile on her lips.

It was as if she and Jiang Linfeng had a little secret that belonged only to the two of them.

Sister, her sister? He didn't even know anything about her sister.

He knew nothing about her family, her life, or that she liked tomato-flavored broth for hot pot.

Ruan Zhining sensed his hostility and used serving chopsticks to put food on his plate, her smile somewhat ingratiating, "Mr. Wen, please have some food."

I ignored her. Her eyes were so fierce.

She told me, green tea can't fool a tea connoisseur...

Ruan Zhining felt both nervous and timid. She didn't know why, but whenever Wen Chongyan was around, her legs would go weak.

While she was thinking about this, she also had to pretend to be a manipulative woman. She accidentally forgot to use serving chopsticks and used her own chopsticks to pick up food for Jiang Linfeng.

Then I noticed that Wen Chongyan's eyes were even fiercer.

"I'm really out of ideas." Ruan Zhining made an excuse that she had spilled oil on the floor and got up to go to the balcony to find a mop.

Then she lingered on the balcony, trying to come up with an excuse to quickly finish dinner. This wasn't hot pot; it was her.

Just as I was feeling worried, a powerful sense of oppression suddenly came from behind me.

She had just turned around when a shadow fell over her.

It is Wen Chongyan.

Why did he follow me here? Is he so angry he wants to throw her body off the balcony?

Ruan Zhining tensed up. She tried to stand up straight, but she couldn't.

Wen Chongyan... was too close to her.

They cornered her in this small corner of the balcony. She could only lean against the windowsill.

She felt the air become stuffy, and her heart was pounding.

A deep, slightly husky male voice came from above.

"...What have you been doing for the past two weeks?"

?

Ruan Zhining was stunned for a moment. She wondered if it had been half a month since their last meeting.

Of course there are.

Wen Chongyan remembers it very clearly.

He deleted her at 5:34 AM that day. Now, at 18:27 PM today.

It took a total of 15 days, 13 hours, and 53 minutes.

I hadn't seen her for half a month and a half a day, and her hair had grown quite long; her bangs were now tucked behind her ears.

Her skin seems to have become even whiter.

Nothing else has changed. It's still as beautiful as ever.

Thinking of beauty, Wen Chongyan's breathing became heavier.

I haven't been watching her for half a month. She's so beautiful. How far has she managed to hook Jiang Linfeng?

Has Jiang Linfeng ever gotten this close to her?

"...Why did he change his clothes at your house?"

Wen Chongyan's voice was hoarse, but his tone was cold and hard as he asked.

Ruan Zhining could smell his scent. It was an expensive woody fragrance, perhaps worth hundreds of thousands of yuan a bottle. It would definitely be valuable even secondhand.

Her mind was completely preoccupied with money, and when he asked her that, she was stunned. "Who?"

"Still pretending with me?" His tone was even colder.

"Oh. Jiang Linfeng?" Ruan Zhining quickly explained, "He got the sauce on himself... so I just gave him a T-shirt to change into."

"The T-shirt you wore next to your skin?"

"……no."

Why is he asking this?

Is he afraid she'll dirty his childhood friend's clothes?

"Is your sister sick?" Wen Chongyan suddenly asked again.

He stared at the top of her head and thought even the parting in her hair was beautiful.

"...Oh, um," she answered reluctantly.

"Why didn't you say that?" he asked in a lower voice.

"How can I explain this? If I do, how can I maintain my persona and hook up with rich men..."

Before Ruan Zhining could finish speaking, she sensed Wen Chongyan's handsome face change, and his gaze suddenly turned fierce as he stared at her.

She bit her tongue in regret and pushed him away, "You, you stay away from me! What are you doing...?"

She could hardly breathe. Her brain was so oxygen-deprived that she couldn't hold back her true feelings anymore.

But as soon as her hand touched Wen Chongyan's chest, she felt it harden and become a little hot. She pulled her hand back and dared not move.

A sense of resentment began to grow within her, and she started to argue, "At least I didn't try to hook up with Mr. Jiang today, we just bumped into each other at the hospital..."

As she spoke, she felt she made a lot of sense, and her arrogance grew even stronger. "Can't we even be friends? Poor people have the right to be friends with rich people too."

"Poor?" Wen Chongyan sneered. "Miss Ruan must be earning several million a month. Let me calculate all your recent income."

He spoke slowly and deliberately, "Cellphone, bracelet, house... Hmm, my suit might appear on the secondhand market, a custom-made one. I'll have Assistant Shao check it out..."

Ruan Zhining was shocked and quickly interrupted him: "Don't investigate! What I mean is... compared to you, I'm poor."

Fearing it wasn't enough, she added, "You're the richest person; nobody is richer than you."

She's always been a liar.

Only this sentence sounds sincere.

After all, he knew better than anyone how materialistic and how good she was at pretending.

Wen Chongyan stared at Ruan Zhining's beautiful face, and inevitably, the enchanting dream of that night floated into his mind.

In his dream, she sat on his lap... both innocent and alluring.

and so.

She said he was the richest.

And she loves money the most.

If he really asked her to sit on his lap, she would probably agree.