Chapter 4
Beiyao Studio City is a famous filming location for film and television dramas, and many crews gather here.
Lin Jingfei often comes to film, but she doesn't like to stay in hotels.
After all, there are too many film crews in Studio City, and they all strive for the rooms of five-star hotels. Sometimes the crew can't book an executive suite, and she doesn't want to live in a queen room.
Fortunately, there was a newly opened property by the Qin family nearby, and Lin Jingfei knew that Qin Jue had reserved three apartments. Apart from the top floor he kept for himself, there were two apartments left. One was given to Qin Jue's sister Qin Xiang, and the keys of the other was given to her.
But what Lin Jingfei didn't expect was that Qin Xiang's apartment had already transferred under her name. But she only got keys of the one she lived in.
She and Qin Jue have known each other for nearly 20 years, and the two of them are not just friends, but more like family. In the past, Qin Jue would never favor one over another between her and Qin Xiang.
Lin Jingfei put down the water glass and leaned on the sofa. Her delicate and fair face was pure and lovely.
The silk burgundy pajamas fit smoothly on her body, making her skin as white as jade, showing off her graceful curves.
She looked at the man standing alone by the window, tall and astraight, with an unpredictable expression in his eyes.
Qin Jue has been the most outstanding person among his peers since he was a child.
The Qin family had a prominent position, and Qin Jue was the sure-fire heir.He is good-looking, has good grades, and is good at the basketball and piano, as if everything becomes effortless in his hands.
In addition, when his was a teenager, his good manner made all teachers and elders full of praise.
After his green temperament faded away, the man has become more mature and decisive, and the cool temperament from the inside out also makes him more attractive.
Lin Jingfei once thought that Qin Jue was very close to her, but after returning to China, he seemed to be a little distant. This was a change she didn't want to happen.
After thinking for a while, she got up and walked to Qin Jue's side.
The uninjured right hand held the man's arm, her head slightly leaned on his shoulder. And the neckline of the pajamas was slowly drooping, which seemed to be revealing and captivating.
She seemed to be unaware and said, "Jue, did my cousin misunderstand everything again? Do you want me to explain it to her?"
The voice was crisp and sweet, but also with implied regrets.
Qin Jue has been a little taciturn these years, but he is still mild to Lin Jingfei.
He put away his mobile phone, walked to the side and sat down by himself, rubbed his eyebrows, and said warmly, "It's okay. Let's cooperate with the police to deal with what happened yesterday first."
After all, it was he who broke his promise first, and Ruan Zhiyin was in a fit of rage at the moment. He could understand her angry words, and he would explain it to her well when he went back.
After the two of them went through so many things, Qin Jue knew Ruan Zhiyin's feelings for him and already see her as his wife.
Even though they had a few minor disputes over Jingfei after returning to China, Ruan Zhiyin would never leave him.
Qin Jue was very sure of this.
But he was somehow still a little anxious.
"Ruan Zhiyin was on purpose. You said that the wedding was just postponed, and she also said nonsense about canceling the wedding. She really wasn't afraid things would lose control."
Jiang Anzheng walked out of the guest room yawning, and his words were full of indifferent teasing.
Ruan's main business is in the hands of Uncle Lin, and marrying into the Qin family means that she would have more right and power to fight with Uncle Lin.
He didn't believe that Ruan Zhiyin would really cancel the wedding, let alone break up with Qin Jue.
After he finished speaking, he noticed the direct line of sight.
Jiang Anzheng looked back sideways, "Why look at me? Feifei was indeed stabbed by that lunatic. you were in a hurry indeed when I called you, and you didn't ask if it was serious."
Lin Jingfei's right forearm was wrapped in thick gauze, which looked serious, but was actually just a flesh would.
However, he and she are well versed in being a celebrity, and will not miss this opportunity to go viral on the internet.
"Jiang, Zhiyin is my wife. Even for my sake, you should treat her with some respect." Qin Jue pursed her lips, and there was a faint warning in her words.
Jiang Anzheng always speaks whatever he wants, but Ruan Zhiyin had a good temper and never bothered with him before, so Qin Jue didn't care too much.
But recalling her attitude just now, he suddenly felt that she might care. Just because of Jiang Anzheng's relationship with him, she didn't say anything.
Hearing how Qin Jue called Ruan, Lin Jingfei's face froze, but she quickly covered it up.
Jiang Anzheng sneered in his heart, thinking that he is not married yet.
But he also nodded, "Got it."
He didn't like Ruan Zhiyin, not because of Lin Jingfei, but also because of Lin Jingfei's cousin Lin Zhe.
Lin Zhe chased Ruan Zhiyin when he was in high school, but later he was afraid of her. And Ruan Zhiyin ruthlessly kicked Lin Zhe out of the Ruan’s company as soon as she returned to China. He always felt that the woman's gentleness in front of Qin Jue was pretended.
He grew up together with Qin Jue and Lin Jingfei from childhood, and they were real childhood friends.
Qin Jue broke up with Lin Jingfei just before going abroad, but within a year of going abroad, he was with Ruan Zhiyin. Jiang knew that Qin Jue took the initiative to pursue Ruan, but deep down, he felt a little unsure about this.
Everyone knows that Qin Jue went abroad because Lin Jingfei broke up with him. Jiang Anzheng also hoped that the two of them would end up together, so he was a little angry when Qin Jue told them he dated with Ruan Zhiyin.
There are a lot of relationships among the wealthy, but Lin Jingfei is different from those women. Since Qin loves Lin Jingfei deeply, how can he turn to be with someone else?
Even if Qin Jue said that he was actively pursuing Ruan, Jiang Anzheng still felt that Ruan Zhiyin was deliberately seducing him. She looks like a tease, and even when she was in high school, many boys were madly obsessed with her.
Ruan Zhiyin and Qin Jue had a arranged marriage settled by the elders when they was kids. In high school, the woman used this relationship to always be by Qin Jue's side.
At that time, she looked like a well-behaved student, but after Ruan Zhiyin and Qin Jue dated, Jiang Anzheng felt that she was just pretending.
On the other hand, Lin Jingfei tried to look happy and forced herself to give her blessings to their marriage, which made Jiang Anzheng couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
Yesterday, Lin Jingfei was accidentally scratched. Jiang Anzheng deliberately exaggerated the injury and called Qin Jue.
When he asked Lin Jingfei beforehand, she didn't want to interfere with Qin Jue's wedding, so she declined with a bitter smile. But with just one expression, Jiang Anzheng knew that she hadn't let go of Qin Jue.
Ruan Zhiyin wanted to marry into the Qin family, and he might not be able to stop this, but he wouldn't let her marry into the Qin family smoothly.
The groom's escape from the marriage, the postponement of the wedding, the sympathy and ridicule of everyone, everything is exciting and will definitely hurt her.
Since Ruan Zhiyin wanted to be Mrs. Qin, she would have to bear the grievances Lin Jingfei suffered for the rest of her life.
Jiang Anzheng took out his mobile phone and started browsing through the news.
He was a little curious, what kind of embarrassment should Ruan Zhiyin be at this moment?
/ / /
Ruan Zhiyin looked at the name in the address book at this moment, hesitated for a while, and finally dialed the number.
The beep sound dragged on a long note and rang again and again.
The wait seemed extraordinarily long, and just when Ruan Zhiyin almost gave up, the connection was finally made.
In an instant, the prepared words choked in her throat.
The two were speechless. The strange silence lasted for ten seconds, and the call was mercilessly hung up by the other .
Ruan Zhiyin, "..."
Having no choice, she breathed a sigh of relief to calm down and dialed the number again.
This time, the opposite side picked up quickly.
Ruan Zhiyin paused, "Cheng Yuelin, it's me."
"Oh, I thought I was dazzled. Miss Ruan should be the bride now. Why is she free to call me?" The man's lazy voice was a little hoarse, still in the same casual tone as he was a teenager.
No wonder Cheng Yuelin was surprised, he and Ruan Zhiyin had very little private contact. If it wasn't for the necessary contact in the business field, just based on the last bidding in Beicheng, the two of them are probably blocked from each other.
Ruan Zhiyin was not surprised by Cheng Yuelin's attitude, but at this moment, she somehow felt a bit of ridicule from it.
She frowned slightly, with voice cold, "Cheng Yuelin, are you laughing at me?"
"How dare I," he snorted, his tone neither salty nor light. His words were concise, "so, what's the matter?"
Ignoring the sound of glass colliding over there, Ruan Zhiyin pursed her lower lip lightly and cut to the point, "I remember you are very fond of the Beicheng project."
At the beginning of the year, the Landbridge City government planned to build a theme park resort in Beicheng. After multiple bids, the Ruan family finally won the project, and Ruan Zhiyin also gained a firm foothold in the Ruan family.
Cheng Yuelin's family has a great career, and he spent a lot of effort on the Beicheng project, but finally returned in disappointment. At the end of the bidding, he also came to “chat” with her, an old classmate who was not on good terms with him.
Now talking about this, he seems to have some interest, "Why? Miss Ruan is willing to give up her love now? Can the Lin family agree?"
Ruan Zhiyin's parents passed away early. Although Ruan's company was Ruan in name, in fact, Lin Cheng, the uncle who joined the family, gradually took over the power.
Ruan Zhiyin paused and said slowly, "There is a way to make Lin Cheng have to agree."
The voice in the microphone became playful, "Oh, what's the way?"
"Cheng Yuelin. ”After a short pause, Ruan Zhiyin's voice was slightly deep, and she looked at the clock walking on the wall, and said earnestly, "Now marry me, divorce in a year, and the Beicheng project will be given to you."
When the words ended, there was a muffled sound on the opposite side.
The call was cut off again.
Ruan Zhiyin, "?"
What does he mean?
Could it be that he was frightened by her?
Even if the relationship between the two is bad, and affection between them as classmates is as thin as paper, she is not a monster, not so as to make him avoid it so much.
Ruan Zhiyin looked at the call log on the screen, frowned slightly, and sighed to herself.
Forget it. Anyone who is suddenly forced to marry will probably not accept it.
——If we take Qin Jue as the reference, then the standard is set too high. Thinking about the reputation of the Ruan family, Cheng Yuelin is the best candidate for now.
This is Gu Linlang's original words just now.
Therefore, Ruan Zhiyin still chose to negotiate this deal, knowing that he was her own nemesis. But if he was unwilling, she could not force it.
Although Cheng Yuelin is the best candidate, he is not absolutely necessary. In this case, she can only continue to consider the alternative No. 2 and No. 3 that Gu Linlang listed for her...
Just thinking about it, the screen suddenly lights up.
Ruan Zhiyin raised her eyebrows in surprise and answered the phone.
"Well, sorry. I just found out that Miss Ruan's groom ran away."
It was the same lazy male voice.
He seemed to be in a good mood, and Ruan Zhiyin choked on her own realization —
"Cheng Yuelin, are you happy?"
Although Cheng Yuelin was arrogant, and the relationship between the two was tense in high school, Ruan Zhiyin also felt that he was not the one who would attack her.
But now...
Her groom ran away, but he seemed to be in a good mood? He is making fun of her, isn’t he?
"No.” He denied it, and then chuckled lightly, "I just think your taste was really bad. However, Qin Jue, this buddy, will suffer a setback."
Ruan Zhiyin had forgotten that Cheng Yuelin and Qin Jue didn't get well with each other in high school.
In the past, she might argue a few words for Qin Jue. But now, not to mention that Qin Jue had become her ex, Ruan Zhiyin didn't want to destroy their current cooperation.
"Ruan Yingying."
"Eh?"
She responded subconsciously, and then realized that what Cheng Yuelin called was her nickname.
Ruan Zhiyin felt shy for a while, and became sullen.
But on the other side, he said--
"Wait, I am coming to marry you."
The condescending tone made her look slightly startled.
Ruan Zhiyi did not expect Cheng Yuelin to agree so quickly, and she even prepared to bargain with him.
But he answered lightly, leaving her, who had promised benefits, at a loss for a moment.
Cheng Yuelin didn't care about her silence, and then said, "Oh, one more thing."
Ruan Zhiyin suddenly returned to her senses, thinking that he was finally going to bargain, but what he said next made her even more confused.
"Is there a mirror in the room?"
"Um? Yes."
"Then you go there now."
The voice was neither cold nor indifferent, but leisurely.
Ruan Zhiyin walked into the cloakroom. To the left of the wardrobe was a floor-to-ceiling fitting mirror more than two meters high.
She stared at the young woman in the white wedding dress in the mirror, stunned for a moment.
Then she recovered, and patiently said: "then?"
"See what?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?"
She was running out of patience.
Over there, Cheng Yuelin deliberately dragged his tone and laughed in a low voice, "Ruan Yingying, don't cry. I vaguely remember the way you were crying, that looks really like my—"
"bald quail."
........
Ruan Zhiyin suffocated, "Cheng, Yue, Lin."
I cannot believe I was tricked by him.
He is still capable of making her angry, even though she has tried to make herself in a good mood for the past few years. Howeverr,at this moment she is so angry that she bursts into laughter.
But thanks to him, the previous low mood was swept away.
Only a little anger remained.