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

An hour later.

Inside the police station.

Ruan Zhining sat there, her beautiful white dress now covered in blood and filth, with some abrasions on her arms, which were coated with iodine.

There were handprints on her cheeks, and dried tears. Her eyes were still red.

Jiang Linfeng said a few words to the police officer and then brought over a cup of hot water.

"Zhining, have some water first," he asked gently. "Are you really not in any pain anywhere? I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup, okay?"

"No need, I'm fine... Thank you."

Ruan Zhining took the water glass, and thinking that she looked ugly like this, she lowered her head, not wanting him to see her.

"Why are you here, your grandma..."

Whether I come or not is my own business, it has nothing to do with anyone else, you don't need to worry about it.

Jiang Linfeng squatted down beside her. "The hospital just said that your uncle is not in mortal danger. The scissors didn't sever the artery, so you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Ruan Zhining suddenly looked up, her eyes wide open. "I won't go to jail? Will I...will I be detained?"

When he arrived, she was crying and saying she didn't want to go to jail.

Jiang Linfeng had never seen Ruan Zhining like this before. In his memory, she was beautiful, ethereal, elegant, and forever noble.

Unlike now, when she is vulnerable and needs protection, making her extremely pitiful.

Jiang Linfeng's mind raced, and he reached out to put his arm around Ruan Zhining's shoulder.

"I promise I won't go to jail. Detention isn't necessary for now. My statement has already been taken, and they'll contact a lawyer if anything happens."

Ruan Zhining was taken aback. "What about the lawyer's fees..."

"You don't need to worry about that." Jiang Linfeng patted her shoulder gently. "The lawyer will contact me later. Come back with me first, take a shower and rest."

Ruan Zhining wanted to suggest going back to the apartment, but then she thought that Wen Chongyan might come, so she didn't say it.

Thinking of Wen Chongyan, she added, "Linfeng, could you please not tell Mr. Wen about this?"

Jiang Linfeng was taken aback. "Why?"

"...I don't want Xiyu to know. I'm afraid he'll worry about me and have to come back from Australia again."

"Okay, I won't say anything." Jiang Linfeng patted her head. "I'll handle it. Leave it to me, don't be afraid."

She got into the car with Jiang Linfeng, and the car drove to an upscale residential area.

"This is where I usually live," Jiang Linfeng led her in. "There are Qiqi's pajamas here. Take a shower and change first. After you eat, I'll tell you what the lawyer said."

"...Okay." She was still hesitant. "Linfeng, you should go back first. I can talk to your lawyer on the phone if there's anything..."

Jiang Linfeng was unusually assertive. "Zhining, if you say that again, I'll really get angry. My grandmother doesn't approve of our marriage, but she can't control me when we meet. I've never believed in any of those superstitious things like birth dates and horoscopes."

She didn't believe it either. It's a pity marriage isn't an option.

Ruan Zhining eventually went into the bathroom.

She hadn't checked her phone at the police station, but now she's found five missed calls.

More than ten WeChat messages.

It was all derived from Wen Chong.

W: [?]

W: [Not answering the phone?]

W: [Ruan Zhining, aren't you at school?]

W: [Return the call]

W: [Ruan Zhining]

……

She had just finished reading the WeChat message when her phone rang again.

This time it wasn't a WeChat voice message from Wen Chongyan.

He made the call directly.

She glanced at the time and saw it was already past six in the evening.

He must have finished his meeting.

Unfortunately, dinner tonight is canceled.

Ruan Zhining walked to the window, opened it, and leaned out before answering the phone, "Feeding..."

"..."

The other person remained silent.

But the sound of his breathing didn't seem pleasant.

"Mr. Wen?" Ruan Zhining said softly, "Are you listening?"

"You still remember my name?" Wen Chongyan's tone was cold on the other end. "Where are you?"

"I'm... on the bus," Ruan Zhining said. "I just fell asleep, and my phone has no signal."

"A bus?"

"Yes, something happened back in my hometown, and I need to go back urgently."

"What is it?"

"My grandmother passed away, and I need to go back for her funeral. I'll also take this opportunity to visit my parents' graves. It's been a long time since I've been back."

An irrefutable reason.

"...How long will it take?"

"About ten days," Ruan Zhining said, adding, "I'll see how things go when I get there, and I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

She paused, then remembered that she had planned to go fishing after buying the car that night, and added, "I probably won't be able to cook for you tonight... I'm sorry, I really forgot to tell you, I left in such a hurry."

"They're not going to refuse to give her the car, are they?" But that wasn't said.

"..."

Wen Chongyan remained silent.

Ruan Zhining felt that he had run out of patience, so she prepared to hang up:

"Remember to eat on time these days. I'll cook for you when I get back. I'm hanging up now. There are so many people on the bus."

"..."

Wen Chongyan remained silent. It was unclear whether he was still listening. He probably had completely given up on listening.

Ruan Zhining then said "Bye-bye" and hung up immediately.

She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about the Aston Martin she had bought that afternoon.

If Wen Chongyan knew she had such a terrifying, vampire-like relative, would he scoff and take back the car he bought for her, and then demand all the gold bars back as well?

He might even immediately end her "intern girlfriend" status and tell her to get as far away as possible. How is she supposed to earn gold coins then? No way!

Ruan Zhining thought with trepidation.

Her uncle stole her mother's death compensation and the restaurant her father had founded; she couldn't let him cut off her source of income any further.

Not even once.

This time, she had no choice but to trouble Jiang Linfeng.

Moreover, she couldn't see Wen Chongyan for at least a week because—she stood in front of the mirror, looking at the slap mark on her face.

It's red and a little painful. Most importantly, it looks terrible.

If Wen Chongyan saw this, he'd probably frown in disgust and lose all interest in her toys, let alone gold coins!

Fortunately, she no longer needs to fish in the river and enjoy the breeze; it doesn't matter if she's a little ugly.

Hopefully, she won't be detained anymore. It would be best if a lawyer could help. She doesn't want to go to jail; she's only just started saving money, and her sister hasn't even recovered yet.

Ruan Zhining's thoughts were in turmoil. While showering, the hot water splashed onto the wound on her arm, causing her eyes to redden with pain.

But she was more worried about the gold bars in the rice jar. They should be fine, right? The security system in that neighborhood was pretty good. The security guard looked like he could fight.

After she finished showering, she changed into Qiqi's pajamas, which were a bit short, as Qiqi was a little shorter than her.

Jiang Linfeng ordered her some food.

Ruan Zhining leaned back on the sofa while waiting for her takeout, and slowly fell asleep.

Jiang Linfeng brought in the takeout and saw her lying on the sofa. He quietly brought a blanket to cover her.

He took his phone and went to another room.

Ruan Zhining injured someone, but it should be considered self-defense, so it's not a big problem. However, it would be best to let the higher-ups know so that this matter can be easily resolved.

Coincidentally, his close friend, Pei Xueye's uncle, was the eldest one.

Jiang Linfeng dialed Pei Xueye's number.

Ten seconds later, the call ended. "Isn't this our lovestruck Young Master Jiang? Let's go out for a drink. It's not easy to find a drinking party, so let's drown our sorrows."

"I'm busy," Jiang Linfeng said. "Tell your uncle to have someone call me back. A friend of mine injured someone."

"My uncle went to climb Mount Everest, I can't answer the phone," Pei Xueye said. "What kind of friend are you, your girlfriend?"

At this moment, in the private room, opposite Pei Xueye's seat.

Wen Chongyan leaned against the wall, and upon hearing this, he lifted his eyelids and looked over.