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

Assistant Shao got out of the car and opened the back door.

Wen Chongyan stepped out of the car with his long legs.

Ruan Zhining: ?

She nearly fainted from fright. She managed to stand by holding onto the railing.

What's going on? Why is Wen Chongyan here? Did he see through her? Or does the Crown Prince also like starchy sausages?

What should we do? If she rides her tricycle now... she probably can't outrun a Rolls-Royce, right?

In fact, Wen Chongyan didn't know why he came here.

Just now, at the intersection ahead, he saw a street vendor covered in sweat and suddenly thought of her.

Tell the driver to turn around.

Sure enough, I saw her working hard to set up her stall here.

Under the streetlights, she stood there, thin and frail, a sight that evoked pity in anyone who saw her.

"Do you still recognize me?"

Wen Chongyan stood there, his deep, magnetic voice drawing all eyes to him.

He was too handsome and noble, with an extraordinary air, to fit in with this struggling food stall.

"...I recognize it."

Ruan Zhining was so nervous that she stammered. She tried her best to lower her voice and make it sound different.

Seeing that she was wrapped up so tightly, Wen Chongyan couldn't help but ask in a low voice:

"Why are you covering your face?"

Because I'm afraid you'll recognize me and I'll be torn to pieces by you.

Ruan Zhining shrank back, trembling:

"...I...I've been helping the village harvest rice these past few days, and I've developed an allergic reaction; my face is covered in red rashes."

Why are you still working so hard? No wonder you've gotten so thin.

Wen Chongyan frowned as he listened.

"I sent my assistant to your house a few days ago, but you weren't home. Is that why?"

?

Send your assistant to your house. Such an uncommon phrase.

She gave the name Ruan Xiaocui because she did indeed know Ruan Xiaocui from Ruanjia Village.

The Alipay account she used for her stall was borrowed from Ruan Xiaocui, because she was afraid of revealing her identity.

Did he actually send his assistant to Ruanjia Village?!

...Could it be that he regrets it, or wants her to compensate him for the damage to the Rolls-Royce?

Ruan Zhining immediately became alert, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Wen Chongyan just felt that the girl was too timid.

He has suffered countless bullying incidents on a daily basis.

How could her beastly husband be so heartless as to abandon such a delicate and young wife?

"Are you still living alone with your daughter?" he suddenly asked.

"Hmm? Hmm... Yes, it's just me and my daughter." Oh, her persona is that of a widow. I almost forgot.

"You can contact me if you need anything in the future."

Wen Chongyan gently lifted his large hand, which was in his trouser pocket.

Assistant Shao immediately handed over a black and gold business card.

Top figures like these usually have several different business cards.

The one given to her had Wen Chongyan's private number written on it—usually only those with extremely strong connections, or even a very small number of people at the top, could obtain it.

Ruan Zhining was unaware of these things.

She accepted it tremblingly.

It felt like stepping on a landmine. I was afraid of losing my head if I dropped it, but I was also afraid of getting burned if I didn't.

"I'll take whatever's left," Wen Chongyan said calmly.

"No!" Ruan Zhining immediately refused.

Realizing she was getting too excited, she quickly stammered:

"I've sold out. I... I don't need any help from you! Thank you for your kindness. I can manage on my own."

I wouldn't take a free lunch.

How incredibly simple and honest they are!

Even Assistant Shao was impressed.

Wen Chongyan didn't say anything more, glanced at Assistant Shao out of the corner of his eye, and turned to get into the car.

Assistant Shao immediately understood. He stepped forward, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the cart, and smiled at Ruan Zhining: "Miss Ruan, I'm thirsty. Consider this bottle of water a gift from me."

Then I scanned the code to pay, got on the bus, and left.

As the Rolls-Royce drove out of sight, a woman's voice rang out from in front of Ruan Zhining's stall:

[50,000 yuan received via Alipay.]

All the vendors turned to look at them—

Ruan Zhining: ?

She picked up her phone and saw that it had been forwarded to her by someone named "Shao*Chen".

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands... a total of four zeros.

Fifty thousand yuan!

A bottle of water, selling for 50,000... If everyone paid like this, it would help every woman dream of becoming rich.

Receiving money should have been a happy thing, but Ruan Zhining was troubled by the 50,000 yuan.

She dared not accept Wen Chongyan's money.

If she were Ruan Xiaocui today, she would be so happy she couldn't sleep, and would get up in the middle of the night to run a few laps in the wheat field.

But she is not.

She is Ruan Zhining, a materialistic and scheming woman who constantly cultivates a pure and innocent image while plotting to marry Wen Chongyan's nephew.

If Wen Chongyan finds out, she'll probably not only have to pay for the damage to his luxury car, but he'll also fry her like a starch sausage!

Ruan Zhining quickly packed up her stall and rode away on her tricycle amidst the envious gazes of the other vendors.

She first went to the hospital to pay the more than 1,000 yuan she had earned that night, and then sat outside her sister's ICU ward for a while.

Every time I sit here, I feel most relaxed.

Through the thick glass, she looked at her sister's pale face, which was wearing an oxygen mask.

"Sis, do you think I should accept this 50,000 yuan?"

She knew that her sister would definitely say she couldn't accept it.

My sister is so kind and pure, she's the complete opposite of me.

Ruan Zhining went to the bank again.

Enter the password and you will see the balance: 50,500.

She bit her lip, but still didn't take it out.

Let's leave it in the account for one night, so she can experience a night with a five-figure bank account.

……

On nights when she had savings, Ruan Zhining slept soundly.

But when she woke up and saw the WeChat message from Wen Xiyu, her enthusiasm suddenly vanished.

Wen Xiyu sent a voice message:

[Zhining, I have some bad news for you. During the audition at Wenrui Group, the director initially said you were the prettiest among the girls, but when I went to ask just now, he suddenly said that someone else had already been chosen.]

Wen Xiyu's tone was full of apology and confusion.

But Ruan Zhining was not puzzled after hearing this.

Why else could it be? It must have been his uncle, Wen Chongyan, who gave the order.

It didn't even require Wen Chongyan to give the order personally.

His assistant understood the boss's thoughts and gave a few hints to the subordinates.

However, she didn't take this audition too seriously. In the entertainment industry, you can't become famous without capital support, and just shooting a gay porn film isn't very useful.

It's just a pity about this payment; it must have been around ten or twenty thousand, but that's before tax...

Wait! She has 50,000!

well.

Now she had a reason not to return the 50,000 yuan to Wen Chongyan.

Indeed, what is lost always returns in another form. That's the mystery.

Ruan Zhining tried to comfort herself, but her reply to Wen Xiyu was three crying emojis.

Her responses are usually very strong and reserved.

So this sudden show of weakness made Wen Xiyu panic.

He sent many comforting voice messages, each 60 seconds long.

Ruan Zhining had no patience to listen and automatically transcribed everything.

She skimmed through the text, searching for key sentences.

Finally, she saw a sentence that Wen Xiyu said: