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

Ruan Zhining believes that when people are rich, they always feel that time flies by. Only the poor feel that time drags on endlessly.

She used to sell starch sausages at a stall, and every second she waited in the cold wind was agonizing.

But now—she's in her mansion, marveling at how quickly three months have passed.

She was so excited that she regretted not having collected more gold coins!

There are only 7 days left until the test of my girlfriend, and she wants to make a final push.

She heard a noise downstairs; the automatic coin-producing machine must have gone home. She immediately got up and rushed downstairs.

I was running so fast that I almost slipped and fell on the stairs. I also heard Wen Chongyan chuckle softly.

To cover her embarrassment, she ran over and threw herself into Wen Chongyan's arms.

She was thin, and the impact only made him sway slightly. He raised his hand and put his arm around her back.

Then, with a little effort, I picked her up and placed her on the table in the entryway.

"...So early today?" he asked, looking down at her. "Aren't you going to stay at the school library with your senior?"

—She didn't get back to Tanyuan until almost 10:30 last night. The reason was that she was in the library researching papers and graduating early with a senior student.

The reason, of course, couldn't be revealed. Ruan Zhining said hesitantly, "I sometimes have to come home late, otherwise you'll get annoyed if I'm always clinging to you..."

Wen Chongyan's voice came from above again, as if mocking her clumsy methods.

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Ruan Zhining wondered if she would be compensated for emotional distress if she was mocked. But the next second, the man lowered his head and sought her lips.

Then they kissed very naturally.

kiss.

Since returning from Canada, they kissed more and more frequently. Eventually, it almost became the first thing Wen Chongyan did when he got home from get off work was to kiss her.

Ruan Zhining was pulled into his arms by his lowered head, her small mouth slightly open, accepting his taste.

She hummed softly, trying to clench her fingers, but his outstretched fingers held her tightly, leaving her no choice but to hold on to him.

His kissing skills had indeed improved a lot. When it was over, Ruan Zhining leaned against his chest, feeling dizzy and breathing rapidly. She thought to herself that she had worked too hard to earn gold coins.

Fortunately, the results were good. Every time Wen Chongyan finished kissing her, he would stand there and wait for her to speak. If she didn't speak, he wouldn't either. But he would transfer 100 million yuan to her.

It seemed that only after transferring the money did his cold and tense expression relax slightly, as if his logic was consistent.

Today was no exception. Ruan Zhining received a text message about a million yuan deposit. With only 7 days left, she knew she had to use every means at her disposal and make the most of everything.

She ran up to Wen Chongyan and hugged his arm. "Mr. Wen, you're amazing!"

Wen Chongyan looked down at her, meeting her upturned face, her eyes reflecting his own, sparkling brightly.

"I have to say, your kissing skills are amazing. I want to be kissed this good by you for the rest of my life."

For someone like her, who plays the innocent but manipulative girl, to say this was a bit difficult.

So it looks bumpy and awkward, making it seem more shy and real.

Wen Chongyan paused, staring at her.

"Say it again," he said calmly.

"I mean, I want to be kissed like this forever... Ugh!"

Wen Chongyan suddenly picked her up, turned around and placed her on the dining table, then leaned down and kissed her deeply.

The dishes on the table fell, and the ping-pong balls shattered all over the floor. Ruan Zhining, realizing they were worth hundreds of thousands, was about to explode. "Serves you right for talking nonsense! You wasted money!"

She was heartbroken, wondering if the repaired dishes could be resold secondhand. But Wen Chongyan didn't give her that chance.

This time the kiss was even more intense. All the servants discreetly withdrew, assuming something exciting was about to happen at the dinner table.

But Wen Chongyan was clearly not that kind of person. Although his kiss was heading downwards, he still used his hands to support himself on the table and lifted himself up from Ruan Zhining.

The Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist were hanging precariously between his thumb and forefinger, which he gripped tightly.

"Ruan Zhining," he breathed heavily, his eyes dark, "are you sure you only had your fun today, huh?"

Ruan Zhining felt a little guilty under his gaze and said softly, "I was trying to say... do you know about the ski festival next week? Do you... do you want to go? That is... in seven days."

next week.

Seven days later.

The main point of her entire statement was about time.

Wen Chongyan stared at the girl's large, darting eyes beneath him. As clever as he was, he realized the answer almost instantly.

—It's almost been three months.

It's been almost three months since he set her up as a girlfriend for testing purposes.

Wen Chongyan had never felt time pass so quickly. It felt like just yesterday that Ruan Zhining had moved into Tanyuan and was sleeping on his sofa.

How many breakfasts and dinners have they eaten together? The scenes of each meal are vivid in my mind, yet also feel like yesterday.

It's already been three months.

Perhaps he set the timeframe too short. How could he possibly figure out all the tricks of a manipulative woman in just three months, or see what her true abilities are?

Perhaps setting it to one year would be more appropriate, or three or five years.

But now it seems that Ruan Zhining doesn't have any real talent; she's just good at the same old coquettish, flirtatious, and manipulative tactics. It's incredibly boring.

She failed to hook him, nor could she deceive him for anything.

So, will Ruan Zhining cause a scene in 7 days?

It's very likely. She might insist on becoming his girlfriend.

Or perhaps she'll take the matter to his parents, or even more boldly, make a scene and expose it on social media.

She probably wouldn't dare, right?

Would she dare?

Wen Chongyan felt he should be very annoyed. So he frowned coldly and thought about what he should do when the time came.

He ultimately did not answer Ruan Zhining's question about skiing.

Instead, she went upstairs to change her clothes.

Ruan Zhining squatted on the ground, looked at the broken dishes for a while, and sighed. She then thought of Wen Chongyan's silence earlier.

She had actually guessed he wouldn't answer; she was just testing him on purpose, looking for a perfect excuse for her sudden attentiveness.

She didn't care what Wen Chongyan was thinking.

The three months are coming to an end, and she's going to Canada soon. Her sister's hospital bed has been fully booked.

During dinner, Ruan Zhining acted coquettishly as always, even more enthusiastically and proactively than before, and successfully garnered another 200,000 yuan in WeChat transfers.

She was delighted and, while Wen Chongyan went upstairs, ran to the sofa to calculate her total income for the day.

Just then, her phone rang. It was a news article sent to her by her roommate, Xie Lanlan.

[This person shares your surname~ Hehehe, you won't be chased for it later, will you?]

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Here comes another provocation. Does Xie Lanlan, who has failed countless times in her attempts to hook up with rich second-generation heirs, know that she made almost two million today?

Ruan Zhining snorted coldly and clicked on the news link:

Recently, a Shenzhen tycoon filed a lawsuit against his former mistress, seeking to recover gifts and money transferred to her, totaling 1000 million yuan.

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Ruan Zhining was stunned. Her initial cold snort turned into a cold sweat.

She continued listening:

In this case, a wealthy man from Shenzhen and a woman (hereinafter referred to as Ms. Ruan) lived together for six months under the guise of "keeping a sugar daddy." Ms. Ruan took the initiative to break up, but the wealthy man disagreed and, in anger, sued Ms. Ruan, demanding the return of all her belongings...

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...Why am I suddenly sweating so much?

Ruan Zhining opened the comments section and saw a comment from a legal expert with a legal avatar:

In such cases, large sums of money, without clear evidence of an "unconditional gift," are likely to be considered "conditional gifts." If the conditions are not met, the donor has the right to demand their return...

"..."

Ruan Zhining suddenly panicked, and at that moment, Wen Chongyan's voice came from behind her:

"What are you looking at?"