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

Wen Chongyan, who exercises regularly, has always had excellent sleep quality. However, he is having trouble falling asleep tonight.

He figured it must be because Ruan Zhining was making too much noise.

She mumbled something for a while, for example:

"Mr. Wen, it's so warm around you... I wish it could stay like this forever. Then I wouldn't be afraid of the cold in winter."

"Don't send me away, otherwise I'll be thinking about you until three or four in the morning even after I go back to my room."

"I want to look at your face, otherwise I can't sleep. Could you turn around, Mr. Wen, please?"

She was being coquettish again. Did she think her coquettishness would work on him?

She'd better keep quiet for now.

But if she insists on continuing, he'll listen to see what other clumsy rhetoric she can come up with.

Wen Chongyan had his back to Ruan Zhining, his eyes closed, trying his best not to breathe too loudly so as not to interfere with his hearing.

Then there was no sound.

I waited another three minutes.

Still no sound.

Does she really need to think this long? Isn't she supposed to be a top-tier manipulative woman? Why is her vocabulary so limited?

Or did she think he was asleep? Wen Chongyan shifted his body slightly.

Then I heard even breathing sounds coming from beside me.

He turned his head abruptly and found that Ruan Zhining was asleep.

She lay there, still in the same position as when she was sweetly whispering sweet nothings to him, but now her eyes were closed, and she looked like she was sleeping soundly. She didn't seem like someone "troubled by love" at all.

Wen Chongyan, "..."

A nameless anger surged from his lower abdomen. He stared coldly at Ruan Zhining's sleeping face, yet he also felt that she was definitely faking it—

Otherwise, what woman could be so beautiful even when she's sleeping?

She must be pretending to be asleep. She must be.

As he thought this coldly, he moved closer to her.

Ruan Zhining did not react.

"Pretending. Let's see how long she can keep up this act." Wen Chongyan sneered, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed Ruan Zhining's nose with his thin lips.

He was just testing the waters. That's all.

But Ruan Zhining still did not respond.

Wen Chongyan lowered his head again and kissed Ruan Zhining on the cheek.

still none.

He kissed her slightly parted lips again.

No.

Then kiss her chin.

Then kiss her neck, collarbone, shoulders exposed by her slip dress... and keep going down, kissing her arms, wrists, the backs of her hands, palms, fingers, fingertips...

Ruan Zhining was young and slept soundly. She was completely oblivious to it.

As the kiss progressed, Wen Chongyan grew increasingly restless and agitated. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, drowning out the silence of the night and even causing a ringing in his ears.

He suddenly sat up, expressionless for a moment, and slowly calmed his breathing.

The heartbeat gradually stabilized.

Wen Chongyan picked up his phone.

Send a WeChat message to Assistant Shao: "I'm making an appointment at the hospital tomorrow for a cardiology checkup."

He's been dealing with too many cross-border mergers and acquisitions lately, and he's been working too hard.

When he gets home in the evening, he still has to deal with the persistent green tea bitches at home, so he's even more tired.

Yes, that's it.

That's it.

Indeed, the more sober a man is, the more he will bear.

Unlike Jiang Linfeng, who is pitifully stupid, Ruan Zhining has never slept with Jiang Linfeng.

As for Ruan Zhining...

He absolutely will not let her into the master bedroom tomorrow night. Absolutely.

……

Ruan Zhining slept very well. The thought of a hundred million yuan gave her a baby-like sleep.

When she woke up in the morning, she stretched and yawned, only to find that Wen Chongyan was still sleeping next to her and had been woken up by her.

She immediately tried to appear reserved and lay down in a dignified and elegant manner.

But Wen Chongyan stood up coldly, without even glancing at her.

Oh. She's angry.

Ruan Zhining then decided to add fuel to the fire: "Mr. Wen, last night we—"

"You kept me awake last night. Don't let me see you after 10 p.m. tonight."

Wen Chongyan left a single sentence expressionlessly, then turned and went into the bathroom.

As Ruan Zhining watched his retreating figure, a sudden surge of joy welled up within her.

It must be those "hints" she said in bed last night that worked!

Wen Chongyan is starting to get annoyed with her!

Great, she has taken a big step towards success!

Ruan Zhining went to help the chef prepare breakfast. After having a hundred million, she seemed to have forgiven the whole world and could smile at everyone.

When Wen Chongyan came downstairs, he saw Ruan Zhining standing in the kitchen, smiling very warmly at Zhang Ma and the cook.

She wants to marry into the family, so she's already started trying to curry favor with the people at Danwon?

So you hope these people will speak up for her?

Wen Chongyan scoffed and sat down at the dining table.

During breakfast, Ruan Zhining kept chattering away.

One minute they're saying their tableware colors match perfectly, the next they're pointing at the birds outside and saying:

"Mr. Wen, look at those two birds, aren't they always together? I really envy them, being able to always have a companion."

Wen Chongyan flipped through the financial newspaper without even lifting his eyelids: "That's the courtship period; once it's over, they'll drift apart."

Do humans also have a courtship period?

"I don't know."

"Mr. Wen, have you ever done that?"

"no."

"I think I do..." Ruan Zhining rested her chin on her hand, looking at him. "I think I suddenly want a home. Mr. Wen, what do you suggest?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed her phone ring.

Received a WeChat transfer of 20 yuan from account "W".

She looked at Wen Chongyan with surprise and delight.

"Ruan Zhining, be quiet for 20 minutes." Wen Chongyan put down his phone, seemingly annoyed by her noise.

Ruan Zhining instinctively wanted to accept the payment.

But she paused, then hardened her heart and clicked "Refund" below the transfer.

Upon receiving the news, Wen Chongyan lifted his eyelids in surprise to look at her.

He knew, of course, that she was a little money-grubber who couldn't be happy without money, yet she actually returned the 20 yuan on her own initiative.

"Mr. Wen, I...I don't want to be quiet."

Ruan Zhining looked back at him, her eyes filled with deep affection and sincerity.

"I'm telling the truth, I... I really think that way. I envy birds that are always in pairs, I want a home..."

That statement is actually only half true.

She wanted a home, and she wanted to be with someone, and she almost succeeded—she was just a little short.

So, when recalling the past, Ruan Zhining's voice really choked up.

Wen Chongyan remained silent.

He sat there, his dark eyes scrutinizing her with a calm composure.

Ruan Zhining straightened her back and accepted his gaze.

Her eyes were intense, full of expectation, as she looked at him. She was able to portray the most genuine sincerity.

Can green tea (a term for women who are overly effeminate) have genuine feelings?

Or perhaps, three months of living together day and night will allow her to develop genuine feelings?

Is it possible?

Reason told him it was impossible. But his heart seemed to be pounding again, causing tinnitus.

It's time to go to the hospital.

The next second, Wen Chongyan pushed back his chair and stood up.

He turned and left. His driver, bodyguards, and assistant all followed.

The villa was empty in an instant.

As the door closed, Ruan Zhining almost slid to the ground instantly—20! She was heartbroken and pounded her chest, gasping for breath.

at the same time.

On a Rolls-Royce.

Wen Chongyan frowned as he thought about the scene at breakfast.

He turned his head irritably and looked out the car window.

I happened to see several wedding cars drive by, with the windows open, and I could see the brides sitting inside.

marry.

wedding.

Wen Chongyan had never attended anyone's wedding; he wasn't interested.

No one in the family had ever had a wedding. His older brothers were all fools who had never even registered their marriages with women and had been tricked into becoming mistresses.

So the wedding was meaningless; it was just a fake ceremony.

Just as he was thinking about it, he received a WeChat message from Zhang Ma:

【[picture]】

Mr. Wen, as soon as you left, Miss Ruan slumped to the floor, seemingly...in distress. Should I go and comfort her?

Wen Chongyan clicked on the picture.

It was indeed Ruan Zhining sitting on the floor. Her head was down, and her beautiful profile showed signs of pain.

He could tell at a glance that her expression in the picture wasn't fake.

He simply didn't respond to her at all.

Is she really that upset?

It's probably an act.

I think so.

Wen Chongyan locked his phone and tossed it into the center console storage box next to him.

Then I thought of the wedding car from earlier.

and so.

What exactly is a wedding like?