Bentley slowly drove into the Chengdong villa area and stopped at the courtyard gate of the Ruan family's old house.
The two got out of the car, and the driver waited by the side.
Cheng Yuelin followed her back slowly and entered the old house one after the other.
As soon as he entered the door, the housekeeper Liu Bo greeted him.
After taking the gift from the driver, he looked towards Ruan Zhiyin and said respectfully, "Miss, Mr. Ji is also here to see the master."
Mr. Ji in Liu Bo's mouth is Ji Yijun, the adopted son of Grandpa Ruan. He was adopted by the Ruan family at the age of twelve. It is said that he is the son of an old friend, but there are also rumors that he is an illegitimate child.
Xu is to avoid suspicion, Ji Yijun moved out of Ruan's house when he was an adult, and only occasionally came back to visit Grandpa Ruan. After Ruan Zhiyin returned to Ruan's house, she saw him not many times, and she was not familiar with him.
Just thinking about it, Ji Yijun paced downstairs.
Ruan Zhiyin nodded politely, "Uncle."
"Yeah." Ji Yijun responded lightly, shifting his eyes slightly to the person beside her, "Mr. Cheng."
Cheng Yuelin shook hands with Ji Yijun in an elegant manner, and his dark eyes looked back with a smile: "You don't need to be polite, uncle, just call your name."
Ji Yijun didn't respond, and looked at Ruan Zhiyin: "Uncle Ruan just woke up, you can bring Mr. Cheng there, I'll go first."
After saying that, he stroked Yuelin and nodded slightly.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, looked back and smiled: "I almost forgot, I wish you a happy wedding."
Ruan Zhiyin just remembered that Gu Linlang said that Ji Yijun attended the wedding yesterday, but he left after the ceremony.
For some reason, she felt that there was an inexplicable familiarity between Ji Yijun and Cheng Yuelin. But Ji Yijun and them are different in seniority, and I haven't heard of any intersection between the two.
The thought just turned, and it was quickly put away.
Ruan Zhiyin led Cheng Yuelin upstairs.
Two months ago, Grandpa Ruan was suddenly diagnosed with advanced lung cancer. Because of his age, the doctor euphemistically suggested conservative treatment, but everyone understood what this meant.
Grandpa Ruan looked very open, saying that he had lived to an old age, and at most regretted that his granddaughter had not married. So she and Qin Jue decided to get married, knowing that there was a conflict.
At yesterday's wedding, Ruan Zhiyin was not only disappointed with Qin Jue, but also angry with Lin Cheng and Lin Jingfei for ignoring her grandfather's body.
After all, the doctor told me
The old man can't get excited.
Walking outside the door, Ruan Zhiyin was about to knock on the door, but suddenly stopped, slender fingertips hesitantly put away, and then lightly pulled off the man's cuff.
Cheng Yuelin lowered his head, his eyes fell on her round fingertips resting on the cuff, his eyes were as deep as Tan, and then he looked at her indifferently.
Ruan Zhiyin let go and discussed with him in a low voice, "Do you think... Should we pretend to be closer?"
"Pretend?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned slightly, "What do you want?"
Ruan Zhiyin pursed her lips and reached out to him.
The hands are slender as green onions, and the nails are crystal clear.
Aware of the other party's idle and dignified eyes, she frowned solemnly and persuaded: "Although I have wronged you, the play must be performed well, and I will try my best to make up for it. At the wedding yesterday, you didn't... "
Ruan Zhiyin wanted to say that he also kissed herself yesterday, even though it was only the corner of his mouth. But on second thought, she was absent-minded at that time, he kissed her not only because of the host's request, but also to help her act in order to prevent the atmosphere from stalemate.
Who doesn't have a show in the business world
But he even had to bring an assistant to the banquet, which shows how much he rejects physical contact with the opposite sex.
After all, it was she who wronged him.
So instantly lost.
"What if I don't?" Cheng Yuelin lowered his eyebrows, dragged his tone, paused for a while, and then sneered in a meaningful way, "However, it is indeed a grievance."
There was a strange smile on the corner of the man's lips, as if he was reluctant, but his warm and generous palm naturally held her, and the other hand knocked on the door actively.
A hoarse, aged voice came: "Come in."
The two opened the door and walked in hand in hand.
In the room, the old man was leaning against the bed.
Her face was haggard and her body was thin, but she was still in good spirits. She smiled kindly when she saw her granddaughter: "Here comes Yinyin."
Ruan Zhiyin nodded, walked to the bed and carefully supported the pillow behind him, and then introduced to him: "Grandpa, this is Cheng Yuelin, we... just got married."
Grandpa Ruan narrowed his eyes and his face darkened a little: "I heard from Uncle Liu, Qin Jue—"
Before he finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Yuelin beside him, sighed, and stopped talking.
Ruan Zhiyin's palms shrank, and then she smiled, naturally apologizing: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I promised to marry Qin Jue just because of the marriage contract, and I don't want to smear your face with Grandpa Qin... I have no feelings for Qin Jue."
In the eyes of everyone, she and Qin Jue were indeed bound together because of this marriage contract. As for foreign affairs, outsiders do not know.
She has done psychological construction repeatedly, but at this moment, she is calm and calm, and she tells her own set of 'completeness' rhetoric.
When mentioning 'true love', he also looked at the man beside him 'warmly', but fortunately the other party was still cooperative.
"... So you don't have to worry about me. Or do you really want me to be stuck with this engagement for the rest of my life?"
Uncle Liu had already told Grandpa Ruan beforehand according to Ruan Zhiyin's instructions, but the other party always had doubts.
Seeing her with a relaxed expression and a smile in her eyes at this moment, the old man's eyes fell on the hands that the two of them clasped, and he sighed.
"Mr. Cheng, right, you look familiar."
Cheng Yuelin met the old man's scrutinizing gaze and replied in a clear voice, "My father is Cheng Fengsheng."
Grandpa Ruan thought for a few seconds and nodded silently.
Then, he looked at Ruan Zhiyin and said warmly, "Yinyin, go see if the meal is ready? Let Uncle Liu come up and call us later."
Ruan Zhiyin knew that her grandfather wanted to spare herself, but she couldn't refuse. He could only secretly give Cheng Yuelin a look, then got up and left the room.
Who knew that as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Lin Cheng.
The man that Ruan Lingfang favors is naturally good-looking. Lin Cheng has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and even if he is middle-aged, he is still somewhat refined and mature.
The two had just torn their faces on the phone, and Lin Cheng would give up his amiable appearance, with a gloomy look in his eyes: "Yinyin, didn't Mr. Cheng accompany you back?"
"He's talking to grandpa."
Ruan Zhiyin looked back indifferently.
"Oh, you did a good job in this play."
In the end, he was unwilling to exchange the interests of the Yan family for nothing, but this was in the old house, and he couldn't really argue with the granddaughter that the old man loved.
His eyes fell on Ruan Zhiyin's beautiful face, he thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "Yinyin, although the Qin family's marriage is gone, but when you and Mr. Cheng 'divorce', my uncle will find another good marriage for you. Lin Zhe I like you very much, even if the old man is not around in the future, I will let him treat you well."
Lin Cheng had some understanding of Cheng Yuelin.
His father went bankrupt and went to jail, but in just a few years he turned over, with cruel methods and only interests in his eyes. This kind of person, if the benefits of marriage are exhausted, it will end.
No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will not shake a man who is cruel enough. What's more, the other party came here for profit, so he must have counted down with his niece.
He had some feelings for his deceased wife, and Ruan Zhiyin was safe, so he wouldn't be embarrassed. Marrying a nephew is all about love. Although he is not rich and noble, he will protect him a bit.
Ruan Zhiyin knew that Lin Cheng was warning her that when her grandfather was gone, she could only rely on this uncle. Although he was involved in disrupting her marriage with the Qin family, he still had to consider whether he really wanted to oppose him.
"Uncle, does Qin Jue know that you compare Lin Zhe with him in your heart?" Ruan Zhiyin sneered, then lowered her voice, "Besides, what does Lin Zhe like about me? Do you like me stabbing him back then?"
Over the years, Lin Zhe shivered with fear when he saw her. Jiang Anzheng always felt that Lin Zhe was afraid that something was wrong with her. In fact, he felt right, and indeed something was wrong.
Lin Cheng opened his eyes wide when he heard her falling tail words: "You! You did it on purpose!"
He thought that Ruan Zhiyin's temperament changed greatly because the marriage ended, but he never thought that the sleepwalking she said when she was young and hurt people was false. So for so many years, she did deliberately pretend to be that harmless and rigid appearance.
Although Lin Zhe was only injured at the time, he was really frightened by Ruan Zhiyin. It's just that, after all, the nephew is the first to lose, so Lin Cheng can't make a big deal.
Ruan Zhiyin stared blankly at Lin Cheng's shocked pupils, thinking that he shouldn't be so surprised.
Children who grew up in orphanages are sensitive, and are the most observant. The dean's mother is good to the children, but does not want them to be too simple. The helpless duckweed, aware of malice, how can it not consider self-protection
It's ridiculous that Lin Zhe, who was stabbed by her back then, was assigned an enviable job by Qin Jue just because of Lin Jingfei's few words. How absurd.
During the quarrel that day, Qin Jue said that she had become mean, maybe it wasn't a lie. He only likes her 'kind and well-behaved', and she doesn't pretend, and doesn't even know how to grow up.
His world is full of sunshine, which makes her yearn for and rejects her. She tried her best and still failed.
Putting away the emotions in her heart, Ruan Zhiyin no longer pretended to be intimidating with the other party, and went directly to the restaurant to bypass him.
When it's time for dinner, the dishes are all ready. She was about to ask Uncle Liu to call someone when the door suddenly opened, Cheng Yuelin bent down slightly, and helped Grandpa Ruan go downstairs.
Lin Cheng, who had just sat down in the living room, quickly greeted him when he saw this, and helped Grandpa Ruan to sit down at the main table.
The food was brought to the table, and the four of them took their seats one after another.
Grandpa Ruan was in a good mood, and his sullen face also showed some trembling. He smiled and said, "Today is a family banquet, so don't be restrained by Yue Lin."
"Don't worry, Grandpa." The man responded with a smile.
Ruan Zhiyin stared at Cheng Yuelin's profile, a little stunned, but did not expect him to be patient to please his grandfather.
Suddenly thinking that he grew up with his grandfather, he felt a little relieved. Although it was a deal between the two, he 'did his duty' far beyond expectations.
Lin Cheng took this scene into his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Dad, I have something to discuss with you."
"What's the matter?" Grandpa Ruan looked at Lin Cheng.
"Yinyin said that the Beicheng project should be given to Linheng. The company has been preparing for this project for so long, and it is a bit self-willed to give it. It is difficult for shareholders to explain it."
Inside and outside of Lin Cheng's words, it was Ruan Zhiyin's own opinion that harmed the interests of the Ruan family. What's more, it also hints at Cheng Yuelin's motives for getting married.
Grandpa Ruan pondered for a while, but nodded and said, "The project was given to Yinyin, and Yue Lin is the grandson-in-law of the Ruan family. This project is too difficult for the Ruan family to do, so it is better to leave it to Lin Heng."
Lin Cheng's expression was slightly stagnant. He didn't expect Grandpa Ruan to react in this way. He half-jokingly said, "Dad, you are biased towards your grandson-in-law after seeing Mr. Cheng for the first time?"
Grandpa Ruan frowned, seemingly unhappy.
Cheng Yuelin put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes in a leisurely manner, leaned back lazily, and asked indifferently, "Who said that Linheng wanted to develop the Beicheng project alone?"
Lin Cheng didn't know what he meant, he was stunned for a while, and subconsciously looked at Ruan Zhiyin beside him.
Cheng Yuelin turned his head along the other side's line of sight, those peach blossom eyes brewed indulgent tenderness, but his voice was calm and calm: "It turns out that the sound is so... towards me."
Ruan Zhiyin: "…"
The man deliberately emphasized the syllables, so that she instantly understood his subtext: play, always play well.
Afterwards, he looked at Lin Cheng, and his tone was ordinary: "Lin Heng is only involved in the initial development and investment, and the rest of the work is still done by Ruan."
When these words came out, everyone was surprised.
Cheng Yuelin said this, which means that he will only take part of the income of Linheng's investment share. Although Nguyen has contributed a lot, it has also solved the dilemma of insufficient funds.
Of course he is not at a loss, but the question is, why is he so kind to share money with Nguyen
Ruan Zhiyin was relieved to see her grandfather's eyes, Lin Cheng's eyes were suspicious and he secretly calculated, choked for a while, and nodded calmly: "Yes, he is right."
No matter what conditions Cheng Yuelin has left, will she refuse the benefits delivered to her door at this moment
of course not.
—
Landbridge City, Airport Hall.
There was a roar from far to near, and the flight landed slowly. At the exit of the domestic arrival, Zhai Xu waited at the front with the document bag.
Zhai Tesuke, who has never changed his face, now has a slightly uneasy expression on his face.
Until two familiar figures appeared, Zhai Xu quickly stepped forward and took the little luggage from the boss.
Lanqiao was no cooler than Beiyao, Qin Jue was only wearing a light green shirt at this time, and the suit was casually draped around his arms.
With an indifferent expression on his face, Zhang Qingjun strode out of the airport lobby, and Jiang Anzheng sat on the black Maybach parked not far from the exit.
When the flight took off, the weather was not very good, and the air was bumped along the way.
Qin Jue rubbed his temples lightly to suppress the discomfort: "Give me the urgent documents from the company first."
Zhai Xu breathed a sigh of relief, opened the briefcase and handed over the top documents, carefully looking at the boss's demeanor.
The electronic version of these documents had been distributed yesterday, but Qin Jue simply opened his eyes and signed them quickly.
Then he handed it over to Zhai Xu, paused for a while, and asked, "Did she contact you?"
Who she was referring to was self-evident.
Zhai Xu's face suddenly tightened, and he thoughtfully replied, "Miss Ruan didn't contact me."
Ruan Zhiyin did not take the initiative to contact him, but he took the initiative to contact Ruan Zhiyin.
Qin's mother Fang Weilan learned of what Ruan Zhiyin had done yesterday, and asked him to notify Miss Ruan to see her early in the morning. But after he dialed the phone, the other party's tone was indifferent—
"I have nothing to do with Qin Jue. Maybe Mrs. Qin should contact Lin Jingfei."
He didn't dare to repeat these words, and pulled away from his immersed thoughts, Zhai Xu really saw the boss's eyebrows furrowed at the moment.
Jiang Anzheng looked at Zhai Xu's hesitant appearance, raised his chin slightly, and said with a smile, "Why, is it possible that Ruan Zhiyin's woman is really making a fuss about canceling the wedding?"
Feeling that his friend's words were a bit harsh, Qin Jue looked at him with dissatisfaction, and before he could speak, he heard the assistant speak a little stiffly—
"Not at all."
Qin Jue breathed a sigh of relief.
Ruan Zhiyin's cell phone couldn't get through all the time. He was anxious for fear of her accident, so he had to call Gu Linlang. Although the other party had a bad attitude, he said that Ruan Zhiyin was very good, and then hung up the phone.
This time, he was the one who made the mistake first. Although there was a reason, as long as she didn't mess with him about canceling the marriage and breaking up, he would always apologize to her.
Jiang Anzheng seemed to have ridicule in his eyes after hearing this, and he couldn't help but say something in his heart, as expected.
Ruan Zhiyin pretended to tell Qin Jue about breaking up the engagement yesterday, but in the end she swallowed the bitter fruit silently and took it back.
Jiang Anzheng didn't know whether she would be able to marry Qin Jue after that. But it is certain that this talk of the groom's escape from marriage is destined to not stop.
Seeing the expressions of the two, Zhai Xu knew that they had misunderstood, and gritted his teeth: "Miss Ruan really didn't want to cancel the wedding, but..."
Qin Jue couldn't help frowning when he saw the assistant's rare faltering words: "But what?"
Zhai Xu took a deep breath to encourage himself, meditating on long pain rather than short pain, and blurted out a long list of words—
"Yesterday's wedding was not canceled, but Miss Ruan changed the groom on the spot! Most of the guests went, and the ceremony was not too short. After the wedding ended in the evening, Miss Ruan just sat in the groom's Bentley and left without looking back."
He ignored him in a hurry.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhai Xu suddenly stopped when he saw the gentle boss's hand on the frame of his glasses.
A few seconds later, the knuckles of the white and slender hands bulged, the jaw line was tight, the cheeks seemed to move slightly, and the deep ink-like eyes seemed to be about to roll up a storm.
He stared at Zhai Xu, it was a hot day, but his voice was as cold as ice chips in winter: "What did you say?"