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

"...She's not my girlfriend."

On the phone, Jiang Linfeng remembered Ruan Zhining's instructions not to let Wen Xiyu hear about it, so he didn't say anything explicitly.

"A relative injured someone in self-defense, but she's a student, and I don't want her to worry about it too much."

Pei Xueye understood. For an ordinary person, this would be troublesome, involving lawsuits and disputes.

But they don't need it. Pei Xueye readily agreed, "They're relatives, huh? Okay, I'll have my uncle's people call you back."

My relative's house.

Upon hearing those three words, Wen Chongyan calmly withdrew his gaze from the seat opposite him.

He picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and then opened Assistant Shao's WeChat, browsing through some documents. His long fingers flipped through the pages so quickly that they were almost invisible.

After browsing for 15 seconds, he exited Assistant Shao's chat window, and then, incidentally, he saw Ruan Zhining's chat window listed below.

Their last WeChat message was four hours ago.

Xiao Ruan Bu Ruan: [Dear Mr. Wen, I'm continuing on the bus now. Have a great week! I'll miss you! [Kissing emoji]]

boring.

They talk a good game, but they sing a better game.

She's always been a liar; there's no way he'd believe her if she said she missed him.

She hasn't sent any messages for hours, and she suddenly left Beijing without saying a word. I've called her so many times, but she doesn't answer. Is this what she calls integrity? And what she calls calling me "darling" and saying she misses me?

Hypocritical. Just as he thought, that's how a green tea bitch knows how to deceive men.

Fortunately, he doesn't believe in scheming women. It doesn't matter anyway.

Wen Chongyan locked the screen expressionlessly, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip. Suddenly, his mouth felt incredibly bitter. The quality of this club was getting worse and worse.

He sat there listlessly, his gaze sweeping over the still-unlit phone screen once more before casually looking away.

On the wall, the clock had just passed 7 a.m. Beijing time. Time seemed to be dragging on more than last night; perhaps the clock wasn't very accurate.

Fortunately, Pei Xueye was quite talkative. He was playing cards one minute and answering the phone the next.

"Did you call Linfeng back? I'll treat you to dinner sometime tomorrow." He picked up a card, put his phone on speakerphone, and tossed it on the table.

"Don't mention it, Xueye," the man on the other end said. "It's just a young girl who got bullied. Young Master Jiang said she's his relative. I felt so sorry for her. She's such a pretty girl. The video of her giving her statement was really beautiful. All the police officers were gathered around watching, hahaha."

Pretty.

Wen Chongyan suddenly lifted his eyelids.

The little girl is so beautiful. She's being bullied.

He gradually frowned.

"...Alright, that's all for now, Young Master Jiang is calling again." The other party hung up.

Pei Xueye was about to draw a card when she noticed Wen Chongyan stand up.

"Ayan?"

"You guys play first."

Wen Chongyan took his phone and went outside, his tall figure standing on the terrace.

A few minutes later, he dialed the number saved as Director Wang.

……

Ruan Zhining slept restlessly on the sofa. She kept having dreams.

Even in her dreams, she was still fighting with Ruan Changhe, but in her dreams, she had fists the size of a clay pot, capable of killing three Ruan Changhes with a single punch.

But she was quickly awakened by the doorbell. Still groggy, she hadn't opened her eyes yet.

But the first thing he did was reach out and touch his fist.

Thankfully, it's still small. If it really grew to the size of a clay pot, how would she continue being a manipulative woman?

She vaguely heard Jiang Linfeng go to open the door. He seemed to be talking to the person at the door, probably the deliveryman.

Ruan Zhining knew she should get up and eat something to calm herself down. But her head ached terribly, and she didn't want to get up.

She was still thinking about Ruan Changhe.

Will he be detained after being discharged from the hospital? If he is detained, will he be released quickly?

If he does, he'll definitely come after her again. So she needs to think of a solution as soon as possible.

Otherwise, could we ask Jiang Linfeng to help her find someone to warn Ruan Changhe? But we can't use too much force.

I heard footsteps nearby.

The living room lights were off, only the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows were visible.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a tall and imposing figure walking towards her.

approach.

His long legs stopped beside the sofa where she was lying.

Did Jiang Linfeng bring the takeout?

Ruan Zhining propped herself up on the sofa. She had just woken up, her voice soft.

"Linfeng, I'm sorry, I fell asleep..."

The figure slowly leaned down, and as Ruan Zhining sat up halfway, the man's arm braced against the sofa beside her.

Then, she heard the man's deep, magnetic voice, tinged with a coldness that was hard to discern.

"Lin Feng? Ruan Zhining, who are you calling?"

?

Ruan Zhining was taken aback. The next second, light from the floor-to-ceiling window swept over them.

The man's handsome, cold features were clearly visible in the light.

"temperature--"

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, but before she could utter a word, Wen Chongyan's finger was already pressed against her lips.

It's very soft.

It was as soft as when I kissed her last night.

She was just as soft-spoken when she pouted and coaxed him, or when she tried to woo him by acting cute.

The woman who sweetly called him "darling" last night is now lying on Jiang Linfeng's sofa.

Her nightgown was very short, and even in the dim light, he could see her two slender legs sticking out from under the blanket, so white they seemed to glow.

Unaware of anything else, she took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and slept soundly at another man's house.

This man was her ex-boyfriend.

She has a lot of nerve.

Wen Chongyan's fingers were very cold, and when they pressed against her lips, they even hurt her a little.

Ruan Zhining was so frightened she dared not breathe. She wished she had never woken up.

She had absolutely no idea how Wen Chongyan ended up here. Didn't Jiang Linfeng help her keep it a secret? Impossible.

Did Wen Chongyan find out from someone? He knows all these Beijing playboys.

What should I do? She hasn't even received her car yet...

Her mind was in a whirl as she quickly racked her brains for a solution. Just then, the living room lights were turned on.

The moment the light came on, Wen Chongyan withdrew his hand and stood up straight.

"Zhining, you're awake." Jiang Linfeng walked over carrying takeout. "The previous order was cold, so I ordered a new one. How are you feeling now?"

He walked to the sofa, sat down, and reached out to help Ruan Zhining up. "Does your arm wound still hurt? Shall I help you change your dressing?"

"Lin Feng," Wen Chongyan said calmly, "aren't you going to pour me a glass of water?"

Jiang Linfeng didn't move, his hand still supporting Ruan Zhining. "Go get some water from the refrigerator. Zhining is injured and isn't feeling well."

Wen Chongyan naturally saw it.

His gaze swept over the slap mark on Ruan Zhining's face, as well as some abrasions on her arms and legs. His brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Finally, it landed on the hand that Jiang Linfeng had his arm around Ruan Zhining's shoulder.

Wen Chongyan's eyes suddenly turned cold. His voice rolled out from his throat, "How did you get injured?"

Since everyone else had seen it, Jiang Linfeng saw no need to hide it anymore. He sighed.

"Zhining said she didn't want you to know, because she was afraid you'd tell Xiyu... Please don't tell Xiyu, okay?"

"Zhi Ning got into a really big mess today, almost someone died. She called me crying this afternoon, asking for my help. You don't know... I was heartbroken at that moment."

in the afternoon.

Wen Chongyan asked casually, "What time did she call you?"

Jiang Linfeng: "It's 3:30. I'm at the hospital. What's wrong?"

Wen Chongyan remained expressionless, but his eyes were icy cold.

3:30.

That was the time when Ruan Zhining refused to answer his WeChat voice message.