Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Chapter 1

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Tongcheng, Night Light Bar.

The torrential rain was pouring, and the dull air flow was accompanied by the roar of thunder.

And all the hustle and bustle was isolated from the bar, and the cold lights flickered on the black and gold patterned window, like light and shadow flowing in the wine glass.

The tables near the bar were covered, and all the seats were men and women who revealed a bit of extravagance in their attire.

They toasted and teased each other, lazily nestled on the sofa, and chatted about the latest gossip.

"You really invited Wen Ruan? I don't think she will come today."

"That's right, I was let go by my fiancé at the engagement banquet. I guess I'm looking for a place to heal my emotional wounds now."

"I heard that Second Young Master Fu seems to be retiring. Why is Wen's a leading company in Tongcheng? Does he not give him any face?"

"Second Young Master Fu is a prosecutor with an aloof temper. How can he think of a delicate young lady like Wen Ruan?"

Once the topic of gossip started, it was as if the source of the fuse had been ignited, instantly igniting the stiff atmosphere just now.

The people around you talk to each other, chatting in full swing, unaware that there is a person standing not far away.

Wen Ruan crossed her arms and leaned loosely on the bar not far from this table. Her eyelids drooped slightly, her index finger tapped her arm rhythmically, and she even yawned.

She's been listening here for five minutes.

In this short period of five minutes, the group discussed fiercely about Fu Ershao's thrilling growth experience, and lamented how unfair his fate was for having such a fiancée as himself.

Very exciting gossip.

"This Second Young Master Fu had a falling out with his family when he was in college, and even changed his name vigorously. Even Mr. Fu couldn't do anything about him. How could such a character like Wen Ruan fall in love with a vase like Wen Ruan."

vase

Wen Ruan tilted her head and glanced at the man who said this.

The man had short hair that reached his ears, and he dyed it red very flamboyantly, but obviously his temperament couldn't support the overhanging color. He was stuck on the sofa like a match at the moment.

Matches, right? I remember you.

"Don't spread your words to Wen Ruan's ears. Everyone knows that Dong Dong dotes on this precious daughter. According to her bad temper, you probably can't eat it and walk around!"

The tone of the woman who said this was a bit sour. She was wearing a white dress with cumbersome gauze decorations, and she was a vivid white baby dish.

Bad temper

Wen Ruan narrowed his eyes.

You are finished, Bai Wa Cai, and I will remember you too.

And at this moment, someone with sharp eyes finally turned his head and caught a glimpse of Wen Ruan standing beside him.

A slightly deliberate coughing sound spread among the group of people, and the group stopped immediately.

Immediately someone said stiffly: "Oh, Ruan Ruan, why did you come here without making a sound?"

The expression on Wen Ruan's face was not the slightest annoyance. After thinking for a while, she replied very seriously: "Because I was eavesdropping on what you were saying, so I didn't say anything."

"..."

No one expected that Wen Ruan would answer the question so bluntly without even making a fool of himself.

Seeing that the people around were silent, Wen Ruan sat down very calmly, then smiled and beckoned the waiter to order drinks, as if she didn't care about what happened just now: "What are you drinking?"

It seems that he doesn't care.

The "match" just now immediately flattered him and said: "Ruan Ruan, I was just trying to fight your injustice just now. You said that your fiancé didn't even come to his own engagement banquet, what kind of man is he! He has no responsibility at all!"

Wen Ruan blinked her eyes, and said in a pitiful and innocent tone: "I am also very sad, but he is the second young master of the Fu family..."

"Match" was coaxed by Wen Ruan's few words, and immediately looked macho: "What's wrong with the second young master? Let me see, a person who wastes other people's feelings by not giving an explanation like this is a scumbag. If I knew Fu Where is Er, I will definitely teach him a lesson for you!"

"He's in Jiangcheng."

"ah?"

"Master Fu told me that Second Young Master Fu is in Jiangcheng."

Wen Ruan turned her head to look at "Matches", and then showed an extremely cute smile, her tone seemed to be watered, "Thank you so much for standing up for me! I'll book you a ticket to Jiangcheng now!"

After finishing speaking, she took out her mobile phone and clicked on the ticketing app, and said solemnly: "Report your mobile phone number and ID number, and I will book you a first-class cabin... There is still a seat! I can arrive tomorrow, thank you La!"

Match was obviously embarrassed. Seeing that Wen Ruan really wanted to book a ticket, he quickly reached out to stop him: "Oh, no, no, I'm just..."

Wen Ruan looked up at him.

Matchstick touched his head at a loss: "I was just joking."

Wen Ruan snorted lightly, and nestled into the sofa as if boneless: "If you have any objections to my engagement banquet, you can speak in front of Mr. Fu with a megaphone, or post a Banner protest."

Speaking of this, she paused slightly, her tone emphatic: "If you don't dare, just shut up."

Everyone knows that Wen Ruan is the eldest lady who was pampered and raised in the palm of her hand. She usually looks soft and likable, but she is like a hedgehog with sharp edges when encountering problems.

Now, she obviously heard what Match said before, and taught her a lesson right away.

Seeing this, "White Baby Cai" hastily opened his mouth to make a rescue: "Ruan Ruan, he just said, don't take it to heart. Besides, didn't Mr. Fu give you the engagement ring a week ago? How could he break off the engagement? You can rely on this golden mountain in the future... "

Wen Ruan's brain hurts.

This "white baby dish" stepped on his own tail every word.

Wen Ruan laughed without emotion, and took out a ring box from her bag.

Wen Ruan raised her chin towards "White Baby Cai", and then casually threw the ring box in her direction.

"Bai Huacai" was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly answered subconsciously: "You are..."

"It's the engagement ring of me and the Fu family, I give it to you." Wen Ruan leaned her head into the pillow, her tone sounded quite brisk: "From now on, you are the fiancee of Fu Er Shao. Congratulations, you can rely on her forever. I don’t have to worry about eating and drinking with this golden mountain. Congratulations!”

The standard American pronunciation with a slightly raised tone made the woman in front of her face suddenly embarrassed: "Ruan Ruan, stop joking, how dare I answer... and I have nothing to do with the Fu family..."

Wen Ruan tilted her head, twirling her hair with her fingers. She yawned lazily, then propped herself up, her tone impatient: "Don't dare to answer your nonsense? I thought you didn't know that this matter has nothing to do with you."

"Bai Wa Cai" knew he was wrong, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

Wen Ruan snorted softly: "Since you are all so curious, I'll just say it straight. Er Shao and I will never get engaged. Whoever loves this ring will want it."

When Wen Ruan was speaking, the revolving lights on the stage happened to hit her palm-sized face, making the originally delicate facial features more attractive.

The light in her eyes flickered, which belonged to the kind of aggressive beauty.

At this moment, it was like a soft and cute kitten showing its fangs, baring its teeth and biting all the people who had huddled behind their backs and made fun of it just now, then slowly licked its paws.

Everyone present knows that Wen Ruan is a person who can get into trouble with you, big or small, but he is actually eloquent and will take revenge.

There is a black and gold screen between the tables.

The hollow pattern is quite high-end. From the faint gaps, Youdao looked over with a little cold eyes, swept over the noisy men and women at the table, and then his eyes stayed on Wen Ruan's delicate face.

Like a green mountain under the blend of night and dark light, it is hidden in the dark mist, swallowing any spark.

Fu Zhihuan pursed his lips, looked away, and looked a little indifferent.

"Ah Lu, we can go." Fu Mingheng glanced at his watch and walked over from not far away.

Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and put down the wine glass in his hand.

The hand holding the wall of the cup has distinct knuckles, but the knuckles are slender and more powerful.

"stop."

Fu Zhihuan raised his hand, put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent movement. A pair of cold eyes are full of indifference, but they seem to be seven points of warning.

Fu Mingheng was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "I'm used to calling you. I forgot that you changed your name when you were in college."

Fu Zhihuan: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and walked out of the bar side by side with Fu Mingheng.

"You finally came back from Jiangcheng, and you didn't go home?"

"It's not necessary."

"Hey, as your eldest brother, I still have to persuade you a few words. The little girl from the Wen family is quite well-behaved, so you just broke off the engagement..."

"Is the car here?" Fu Zhihuan interrupted.

Fu Mingheng was slightly stunned, obviously knowing that his persuasion was fruitless. So he shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "I'll go to the parking lot and drive up. You wait here for me."

The rain is getting heavier.

Water was everywhere on the potholed road, and the wheels drove the water to splash, coating layer after layer of mud.

Clever

Fu Zhihuan recalled his sharp-tongued fiancée in the bar just now, who choked people silently without mercy.

...is very well-behaved.

At this point, there are extraordinarily many cars entering and exiting the parking lot.

After about five or six minutes, Fu Mingheng was still stuck in the intersection and couldn't get out.

But at this moment, a familiar voice was suddenly heard from behind. The crisp and pleasant voice and the clean tone made Fu Zhihuan twitch slightly.

"It's fun. I heard that there was a handsome guy singing in the Helens bar today, so I came here to join in the fun. I didn't expect to hear the name of my cheap fiancé again, damn it!!"

Wen Ruan condemned his nominal fiancé with eloquence and cadence, unaware that there was this big Buddha standing less than one meter away from him.

In fact, it should be regarded as a former fiancé.

A few days ago, Wen Ruan broke the engagement vigorously, and Fu Zhihuan's firm attitude of not meeting each other made it obvious that this engagement was going to fall apart.

There are only those old people who are still out of sympathy, keeping a layer of window paper, and want to persuade both sides to mend the relationship.

Between Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan stood a couple cuddling up and waiting for the rain.

But you can still hear the full-bodied female voice:

"Happy? Unless you tell me that Fu Ershao's grave has exploded, I will definitely not be happy today."

"Damn, do I look like a person who is obsessed with beauty? No matter how handsome I am, I can't like it! If a man dies, he won't like Fu Ershao!"

"I don't marry, no one says I won't marry. I'd rather marry the son of the stinky tofu stall downstairs than marry that bastard!"

"Dogs are delaying my youth than old men, damn it! If my dad won't let me call off the engagement, I'll take care of a young male star who just debuted and give Fu Er a cuckold!"

A series of impassioned speeches were completed in one go.

Fu Zhihuan's eyebrows twitched, and he raised his hand to press his pulsating temples, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he gave a low laugh without leaving a trace.

His temper is quite stubborn.

"Miss Wen? Is this your thing?"

But at this moment, a waiter's voice suddenly came from behind.

The male waiter in work uniform had a polite tone and handed over a ring box respectfully.

Wen Ruan really didn't take this shit engagement ring seriously.

But she suddenly put back the arrogant tone just now, covered the receiver, and immediately put on a sweet smile, her voice was as gentle as if she could pinch water: "It's mine, thank you for bringing it to me. "

This tone is like two people just now.

After the waiter left, Wen Ruan let go of the receiver again, and said happily: "The waiter boy who talked to me just now, is so handsome! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooui(er

Fu Zhihuan: "..."

As Wen Ruan spoke, she opened her umbrella and walked into the rain.

But when she passed the trash can, she stopped and raised her hand.

The ring box went into the trash can with a perfect parabola.

Wen Ruan continued to walk forward without pausing, as if she really didn't have the slightest commemoration.

Fu Zhihuan glanced in her direction, there was not much emotion in his eyes.

This marriage contract will soon cease to exist completely.

They were originally two completely different people, so there was no need to get involved too much.

"beep beep"

Fu Mingheng finally drove up, rolled down the window and honked the horn.

Fu Zhihuan stepped forward, opened the door, and got into the car.

"I seem to have seen Miss Wen just now?" Fu Mingheng looked around.

Fu Zhihuan's voice was cold: "Let's go."

Fu Mingheng laughed dumbfounded, shook his head helplessly, turned a corner skillfully, and drove for a while, he suddenly thought of something, and took out a document from the interlayer of the car door sideways: "This is the document I transferred from the Public Security Bureau a few days ago. , information about the case twenty years ago."

Fu Zhihuan reached out to take it.

The first page of the file was a colorful smiling face of a girl about five or six years old.

"Zhihuan, you have to know that my little sister has passed away for 20 years, and the suspect has not been identified yet. After so many years, the relevant evidence can't be found..." Fu Mingheng looked up and looked at the woman sitting in the seat from the rearview mirror. The people in the back row had a slightly low tone: "Life is long, don't be trapped in the past."

"Some things, to me, are not about the length of time."

Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, and there were imperceptible light spots hidden in the dark eyes: "Even if he becomes a bone or turns into ashes, I will personally bring him out to court."

The author has something to say: This is the fourth book this year.

Before writing seamlessly, I really couldn't keep up with my state, and the rhythm of writing was getting worse and worse.

This is a completely sweet text with a relaxed, silly, white and sweet style! Interspersed with lawsuits and other cases! It is different from the slightly depressing style of writing before.

Prosecutor X Lawyer is the host and hostess, a non-traditional professional elite, the main purpose is to create a sense of contrast, please correct me if the writing is insufficient.

For legal aspects, I will consult lawyers and friends who study law to write. If there are loopholes, please correct me.

There are big mistakes in the writing style of the previous few books, and I will try my best to correct the problem of language addiction.

Typo catch bugs and send red envelopes.

Then, please give me your advice!

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