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

Ruan Zhining called Wen Xiyu back.

As soon as the call connected, Wen Xiyu asked anxiously, "Zhi Ning, where are you...?"

"Xiyu, Grandma Jiang said that Linfeng and I are incompatible according to our birth charts."

She deliberately said, "But I don't believe it, it must be fake, fortune tellers are liars..."

Wen Xiyu was tricked into telling the truth in a second:

"No! It's true! My uncle specifically consulted a fortune teller, and I secretly saw it in his suit pocket—"

Ruan Zhining suddenly gripped her phone tightly!

She knows!

She knew it!

No wonder Wen Chongyan has been appearing around her so frequently lately, treating her so well. This in itself is abnormal.

He clearly hates her so much!

Wen Xiyu was still talking on the other end of the line, but Ruan Zhining had already hung up.

Wen Chongyan had already walked up to her.

He looked down at her, frowning. "Why are you making a phone call in the middle of the road—to whom?"

He reached out to pull her.

Ruan Zhining felt so angry that she lost her mind. She raised her bag and slapped Wen Chongyan's hand away.

The chain on the bag lashed at Wen Chongyan's hand, instantly leaving a red mark.

Wen Chongyan's Adam's apple bobbed suddenly, and he stared at her with a deep, intense gaze.

The thought of exorbitant compensation instantly flashed through Ruan Zhining's mind, and she took a step back in fright.

Then I was provoked by my own cowardice and poverty. I got even angrier.

She took a few deep breaths, then suddenly turned and left.

My arm was grabbed from behind.

"Losing your temper in the street?" Wen Chongyan's voice was deep. "Find somewhere else to vent it."

"Don't pull me—" Ruan Zhining struggled, unable to shake off his hand, and it even hurt a little from his grip.

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and her eyes gradually reddened...

The grief and indignation that had been suppressed when Grandma Jiang rejected them finally erupted at this moment.

She whirled around, grabbed her bag, and threw it at Wen Chongyan—

"Don't think I don't know; you're just here to laugh at me!"

"You did this on purpose! You knew all along that Jiang Linfeng and I were incompatible, you planned it all out! You deliberately let Wen Xiyu see this—"

"So Wen Xiyu's Douyin IP address was in Zhejiang Province a few days ago! He went to Buyin Temple in Hangzhou to see Grandma Jiang! You've been tacitly acknowledging this!"

"You even pretended to congratulate me and Jiang Linfeng! You even accompanied me to try on wedding dresses, but you were just laughing at me in your heart! How could you be so mean—let go of me, why are you holding me—I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Waaah…"

Ruan Zhining had never exposed herself like this in front of any man before.

She was elegant, gentle, and delicate.

Instead of what it is now: losing one's temper, yelling, and being aggressive.

Large tears welled up in her eyes. Her makeup was ruined, but she didn't even care.

Wen Chongyan let her hit him, his hand reddened from being whipped by her bag strap, but he didn't let go. His palm remained tightly gripping her wrist.

"So meticulous," he thought.

"You bastard! You big bad guy!" she choked out as she cursed him. "So what if I'm a green tea bitch? So what if I'm materialistic? Does that give you the right to laugh at me like this? You..."

"I've never made fun of you," Wen Chongyan said. "You look beautiful in your wedding dress. Jiang Linfeng doesn't suit you in a suit; he's not handsome enough, and his height doesn't match yours—he's under 190cm."

?

Ruan Zhining paused for a moment, staring at him blankly for a few seconds.

Then the struggle intensified:

"Who says Jiang Linfeng isn't handsome enough? He's handsome, the most handsome man in the universe, he's way more handsome than you, a trillion times more handsome than you—hey!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Chongyan swept her up in his arms.

"You, you put me down—hey! Wen Chongyan! You, you, murder is a crime! There are cameras all around, and there are witnesses everywhere—"

Wen Chongyan carried her into the car and closed the door.

He stared intently at Ruan Zhining, then instructed the driver, "Return to Tan Garden."

Dan Garden? His private residence?

Ruan Zhining was actually a bit of a coward (afraid of death), but the immense anger made her lose control and verbally refuse to admit defeat.

"Fine, let's go to Danwon! Go ahead! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Wen Chongyan stared at her, his voice deep as he asked, "You think Jiang Linfeng is handsome? He's not even 190cm tall, what's so handsome about him?"

?

Why are they all arguing at the same time? What is he even saying?

Ruan Zhining's chest heaved with anger. She turned her head away, trying to calm herself down (while also wondering if he would kill her when they got to Tanyuan).

The driver was indeed driving very fast; rich people just don't care about tickets.

The Rolls-Royce arrived at the Honolulu Garden.

Ruan Zhining was the first to get off the bus, quickly filmed a video of herself in the video, and uploaded it.

"I...I've already filmed a video and posted it on Douyin, and my followers now know I'm here!"

The implication is: If I die here, you will not be able to clear your name.

Wen Chongyan got out of the car, squinted at her, and said, "Chicken out? Too scared to go in?"

Provoked by him, Ruan Zhining immediately puffed out her chest, "What am I afraid of? Those with nothing to lose aren't afraid of those wearing shoes!"

She turned and strode inside.

Upon entering the main hall, Ruan Zhining was struck by the luxurious upscale nature of the private residence, something she hadn't noticed before.

Upon closer inspection—

I got even angrier.

So rich.

Tears started welling up again.

She was filled with grief and indignation, wiping away her tears as her gaze swept over the liquor cabinet beside her...

upstairs.

Wen Chongyan took off his suit jacket, revealing five or six red marks on the back of his hand, which stood out against his pale skin.

The attack was quite ruthless.

That bag of hers looks cheap, the chain looks like it's made of poor quality, is it a fake? I'll have Assistant Shao replace it with a real one for her tomorrow.

She cried even harder.

So many tears, they just kept flowing.

Is Jiang Linfeng really worth all that heartache and sadness? He's average-looking and not as rich as her.

They broke up, and that's that. It's a good thing they broke up.

Or is it that she simply enjoys the feeling of living in a luxury mansion?

Wen Chongyan thought to himself, preparing to go downstairs and ask Ruan Zhining—

If she prefers living in a luxury mansion, then he will allow her to live in Tan Garden in the future.

At this moment, the maid rushed up, her voice filled with fear:

"Sir, the lady downstairs... has opened all your bottles."

Downstairs, Ruan Zhining sat cross-legged on the bar counter.

Half a bottle of strong liquor had already been drunk.

She wasn't good at drinking, but she learned wine tasting in order to marry into a wealthy family.

She could tell it was good wine the moment she tasted it.

As the alcohol rushed into his brain, he thought of Wen Xiyu and Jiang Linfeng, whom he had lost... Every time he was about to succeed, he failed.

Is it because she lacks charm?

Or is she really unworthy of marrying into a wealthy family?

Ruan Zhining was extremely frustrated, and in a fit of revenge, she opened all the wines, the more expensive the better, hoping to bankrupt Wen Chongyan...

Footsteps sounded in front of me.

Wen Chongyan appeared at some point and stood at the end of the bar.

Under the soft light, his face, with its three-dimensional and deep features, was so handsome that it could make any woman's heart flutter.

But Ruan Zhining knew that he hated her—he hated gold diggers. He had made it clear.

Ok.

Does he hate her?

He can't accept green tea, right?

Is he afraid she'll taint his nephew, his childhood friend?

Ruan Zhining smiled dazedly, put down the wine bottle, and slowly climbed over the bar.

When he climbed up to Wen Chongyan.

She stopped.

The bar is very high.

Ruan Zhining sat there, almost at eye level with Wen Chongyan, who was 191cm tall.

She gave him a charming smile:

"Mr. Wen... I heard from Xiyu that you've always been single and have never even had a girlfriend."

"You don't like being touched by women, right? Then you certainly won't... hook up, right?"

"Hehe, then I guess... you still have your first kiss?"

Wen Chongyan frowned and looked at her.

His thin lips moved slightly.

The next second, Ruan Zhining suddenly gave a wicked smile, jumped directly from the bar counter, and pounced on him like a little rabbit pouncing on a tiger.

Wen Chongyan instinctively caught her with his large hand.

At that very moment,

Ruan Zhining wrapped her arms around his neck.

She leaned close to Wen Chongyan's face and kissed his lips forcefully and deeply—