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

Ruan Zhining is still celebrating her 2400 million points. She's never even had that many Happy Beans.

Then she noticed that Wen Chongyan was staring at her mouth.

?

Was he annoyed by her noise? She couldn't help but bite her lower lip.

Her teeth were very white, set in her full lips, like a silent invitation.

Don't bite.

It's so pink.

Wen Chongyan's gaze deepened, and as Ruan Zhining bit her lip for the second time, his Adam's apple, which he had been suppressing, finally bobbed up and down once.

The next second, he raised his hand and grabbed the back of her head.

Ruan Zhining felt a sudden darkness before her eyes as the man's handsome face suddenly drew closer, and something pressed against her lips.

He didn't use as much force as before; he pressed himself against her very gently, first pecking a kiss on her lips.

Her eyes widened as she heard him say in a low, husky voice, "I don't want to kiss you, but I can't accept a woman saying I'm a bad kisser."

He finished speaking and sealed his lips.

She wasn't given a chance to answer.

Ruan Zhining was pinned to the seat by Wen Chongyan. She wanted to push him away, but then she thought of the 2400 million and held back.

She was prepared to endure the pain of being swallowed whole.

But she felt Wen Chongyan first describe her lips, kissing them slowly and gently, and then guiding her to open her teeth.

Like students who have learned problem-solving techniques, they not only solve the problems but also gain a deeper understanding of them.

He even lured her to tilt her head back on her own initiative.

Her nose was filled with his scent, her eyes unconsciously narrowed, and her small hands clutched his shirt.

They kissed so passionately on the auction chairs that they lost track of time, until a suited agent came to interrupt.

"Mr. Wen, this is the transaction confirmation. Please sign it..."

Wen Chongyan, Song Kai, and Ruan Zhining.

She was still trembling, feeling her lips must be bright red. She wanted to look up to confirm the 2400 million, but was afraid of losing face.

But the allure of money was too great, and she couldn't help but look up.

Then I saw the commissioner's knowing and ambiguous expression, as if he was shipping her and Wen Chongyan.

What's going on? Is it some kind of auction play between a sugar daddy and his kept woman?

Ruan Zhining felt a little sad. What happened to being a wealthy socialite? How did she end up being downgraded? How could her parents still brag about her in the afterlife?

Fortunately, there was 2400 million as consolation. Ruan Zhining quickly hugged the contract to her arms.

He also said, "This way it's safer; it would be troublesome if it fell."

She was like a greedy little kitten, saying, "Where is the safest place to put the dried fish? Why don't you put it here with me?"

It has absolutely no credibility.

Wen Chongyan saw it, but did not stop her. His gaze remained on her face, as if waiting for her to speak.

Ruan Zhining actually knew what to say, something like, "You kissed me so well." But for some reason, she couldn't quite bring herself to say it, and stammered.

Her cheeks turned rosy. Perhaps she was short of breath from the kiss.

Looking at her unusually shy expression, Wen Chongyan thought that she might never have been kissed like this by another man.

So I'm shy.

Perhaps it was because he was new to the game, and she wasn't as enthusiastic about it.

The video I just watched made some sense; we need to practice more.

Ruan Zhining is no longer pursuing any other men; her heart is entirely devoted to him.

All her time belonged to him, and he could kiss her anytime, anywhere.

He has plenty of time to slowly make her feel genuinely good.

Wen Chongyan got up and left, pinching Ruan Zhining's ear to signal her to follow.

Ruan Zhining was surprised that he wasn't angry. But her mind wasn't on that right now.

In these 2400 million pieces of jewelry.

She learned that the jewelry obtained from the auction would be delivered to the hotel in three days.

Back at the hotel, she first sent photos of the jewelry to Yin Jianhang, asking him to find someone to inquire about it.

Yin Jianhang quickly replied: 【We can make high-quality replicas, but it'll be a bit more expensive if you want it rushed】

I heard that people from Yishi in China are running a high-quality counterfeit team here, charging a service fee of a few tenths of a cent. Ruan Zhining thinks they are role models for us, they really know how to make money.

She transferred the money to Yin Jianhang, but he refused to accept it.

Ruan Zhining didn't insist; she'd wait until Ruan Zhining came to Canada to discuss it further.

For the next few days, Wen Chongyan had appointments during the day.

Ruan Zhining embraced her social skills, chatting with foreigners on the street and taking the opportunity to practice her spoken English. She felt happy that she had saved on online course fees.

Three days later, on Christmas Day, the auctioned jewelry was delivered to the hotel.

Yin Jianhang also sent a message saying that the high-quality replica was ready in an expedited manner.

Ruan Zhining secretly put the jewelry necklace around her neck, carefully put on her down jacket, and said she was going out for a walk.

She certainly had ulterior motives.

Wen Chongyan closed his notebook and got up as well.

Ruan Zhining's heart skipped a beat. "It's very cold outside...aren't you busy with work?"

Wen Chongyan looked directly at her. "What, you don't want me to go?"

There's a feeling he thinks she's going to cheat on him.

Ruan Zhining, quick-witted, said, "...Of course I would! It's Christmas today, and there are couples everywhere outside. Are you really willing to go out with me?"

Wen Chongyan walked up to her and looked down at her.

He could certainly see her nervousness.

What's there to be nervous about? Are you afraid of revealing your desire to become his official girlfriend?

He didn't reply, only saying, "Change your shoes."

Ruan Zhining had no choice but to go out with him.

The streets were filled with Christmas spirit. And as she had said, there were indeed many couples there.

The man and woman walked hand in hand, leaning against each other, looking very sweet.

Ruan Zhining certainly didn't hold Wen Chongyan's hand. She felt that he definitely didn't want to hold her hand either.

Real couples and fake couples are different. Kissing is commonplace for both men and women. But holding hands is different.

She walked slowly behind him, her eyes darting around. Soon, the price of her inattentiveness came; she slipped—

A large hand suddenly reached out and supported her.

"Why are you walking behind me?" Wen Chongyan looked down at her. "Does walking with me make you feel ashamed?"

"..." Ruan Zhining quickly stood up straight. "I was just looking at the Christmas tree."

She rubbed her little hands, which were red and chapped from the cold. She regretted not wearing gloves.

Wen Chongyan moved his large hand that was hanging by his side.

He then looked away and said, "Keep up."

Ruan Zhining caught up and walked alongside him.

She was preoccupied with the 2400 million yuan jewelry around her neck and couldn't concentrate, plus the snow under her feet was slippery.

Wen Chongyan stopped when she slid a second time.

"It's snow..." She was about to explain when Wen Chongyan suddenly reached out his big hand and took her small hand in his.

Their fingers are intertwined.

Ruan Zhining was taken aback and looked up at him.

Wen Chongyan didn't look at her; instead, he turned around, took her hand, and walked forward.

Her hands were small and soft, seemingly boneless in his palm.

He didn't want to hold her hand; he just didn't want her to fall and cry.

Wen Chongyan said this to himself. He held her small hand tightly in his large hand, and like countless ordinary couples on the street, they walked side by side in the crowd.

In fact, he had been to Toronto countless times.

But for the first time, I felt that the streets were so beautiful and the road ahead was so attractive.