Chapter 82 Miss Shen is injured

Cheng Yongming witnessed the entire scene.

Although it was somewhat unbelievable, I couldn't help but feel that this might be a rare opportunity.

He knew that Song Yanting's girlfriend was Wen Shuyi.

He had witnessed the uproar at the Song family a few years ago.

Mr. Zhao had only vaguely heard about his girlfriend and had never met her in person.

Hearing Xie Chengsui call her "sister-in-law" probably means that she holds a place in Mr. Zhao's heart that is more than just a girlfriend.

Cheng Yongming glanced in the direction of Shen Jingni, as if he had an idea.

He whispered to his assistant behind him, instructing him to investigate this Miss Shen.

The male models that Song Yu had selected were suddenly removed.

When asked why, the manager only stammered that the male models had other plans. Afterwards, he had some fruit platters and refreshments brought over as an apology.

Song Yu then found it boring.

"Miaomiao, how about we go for a walk around the neighborhood and eat something at the food street?"

Across the street from Fenghua Palace, there's a small alleyway lined with long-established snack shops and restaurants, which they frequented often when they were in school.

Shen Jingni yawned and popped another strawberry into her mouth.

It's not sour at all, just sweet.

Her mood improved considerably, and she replied crisply, "Okay."

Wen Shuyi was a few years older than the two of them, so her thoughts were naturally more profound, which she always found a bit strange.

What other arrangements are possible for male models?

Isn't it just about entertaining guests?

On the way to the food street, Song Yu was still lamenting, "Sister Wen, the male model in front of you just now had the best physique. His abs were perfect. I should have touched them a little longer."

Wen Shuyi smiled and nodded repeatedly.

But Shen Jingni doesn't think so.

It's obvious that Song Yu has never had a good life.

Zhao Zonglan has a better physique than those male models.

Wait, why am I thinking about him again?

Shen Jingni slapped her face in annoyance. "Hmph, I don't want to, I'd rather die than do it."

Seeing her cheeks flush and her somewhat comical behavior, Wen Shu smiled and asked, "Thinking of Mr. Zhao?"

“I don’t want to,” Shen Jingni said decisively. “We’re in the arguing phase right now, and I’ve already locked him in the dark room.”

Song Yu leaned closer curiously, blinking her eyes, "Little dark room, what does that mean?"

Shen Jingni replied casually, "I've blocked all his contact information."

"Uh... awesome."

Song Yu thought she was really brave.

I reckon the only person in the world who would dare to blacklist Zhao Zonglan is Shen Jingni.

As the three were talking, Song Yu suddenly spotted a familiar figure sitting in the snail rice noodle shop next door.

"That looks like Miss Rong San."

Rong Zaiyi dressed very casually today.

She wore a long black down jacket, paired with slim-fit jeans and ankle boots. Her originally beautiful long hair was casually tied into a bun, and she was wearing a mask, covering herself up completely.

However, when eating rice noodles, I had to take off my mask.

She ate quickly and with relish, seemingly quite satisfied. Occasionally, some soup would get on her lips or face, but she didn't seem to care, simply wiping it off with a tissue before continuing to eat.

In the cold winter, a bowl of hot snail rice noodles is indeed a great choice.

However, this is seriously inconsistent with Rong Zaiyi's character.

Because she is a role model among young ladies from prominent families, Miss Rong the Third.

She must always present herself as a gentle, virtuous, and dignified young lady from a prominent family in front of everyone.

She should eat expensive and high-end ingredients every day, and she should be elegant and reserved. She cannot show the slightest liking for street food, and her eating manners cannot be too unsightly. She must always be polite and well-mannered.

This is a stereotype held by everyone.

It was given to her by her family, and it was also a shackle placed on her by the world.

Some might even say that it's absurd for a daughter of a wealthy family to like snail rice noodles, given that she's eaten all sorts of delicious food.

Ke Rongzaiyi just likes it.

The world is full of different aspects, all kinds of people have different appearances, and all kinds of flavors are part of life.

But she can't be as free and easy as Shen Jingni, saying what she wants and doing what she wants.

Because she was trapped.

I only sneak out occasionally to satisfy my craving.

Although Rong Zaiyi was dressed very simply today, her good looks and temperament quickly attracted the attention of some people.

A young man in a black jacket walked over with a sleazy look and plopped down opposite her.

He took out his phone, his arm tattoo quite eye-catching. "Hey beautiful, all alone? Let's add each other on WeChat."

The sound wasn't loud, but people at the surrounding tables could hear it and turned to look.

Rong Zaiyi put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and said, "Sorry, I don't add strangers on WeChat."

The man was getting a little too big for his britches. He put his palm on the table and said with a grin, "Once we get to know each other, we won't be strangers anymore."

He stopped her again, not letting her leave.

At this moment, Song Yu couldn't stand it anymore. She strode over and said sternly, "This young lady has already rejected you, why are you still shamelessly clinging to her?"

"This is harassment. They can call the police and have you arrested."

Seeing that there were many of them, the man scoffed, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away nonchalantly.

As he left, he turned back and gave Song Yu a malicious look.

Rong Zaiyi never expected to meet Shen Jingni and the others here.

She really didn't want anyone to see her wolfing down her food at a roadside shop, so she awkwardly thanked them, put on her mask, and hurriedly left.

Wen Shuyi sighed, "It's really not easy for a noble family to raise a young lady like this."

Shen Jingni didn't say much.

Whether it's easy or not, it's all her own choice.

The three of them bought some snacks and drank a bowl of mutton soup. By the time they came out of the shop, it was already dark.

Right now, the street is bustling with activity.

Shen Jingni walked between the two of them, heading towards the parking lot.

Suddenly, a blinding motorcycle headlight shone from the alley entrance, accompanied by a deafening roar of an engine.

The man in the jacket just now sped over on his motorcycle, with a young man of similar age on the back.

The motorcycle sped past, hugging the edge of the sidewalk.

The man in the back seat suddenly grabbed Song Yu's coat, and the huge inertia instantly pulled her forward.

"ah!"

Song Yu screamed in alarm, and was about to be dragged forward by the motorcycle.

Almost instinctively, Shen Jingni clung tightly to Song Yu's upper body, but the force of the pull caused her to lose her balance and fall to the ground.

The man on the motorcycle wanted to teach Song Yu a lesson.

But seeing that two people had been dragged down, fearing that things would escalate, he cursed and made his accomplice let go.

With a loud roar, the motorcycle quickly disappeared into the night.

It happened so suddenly.

Wen Shuyi was so frightened that she immediately called Song Yanting.

——

Cheng Yongming guessed correctly.

When he brought up the project at dinner tonight, Zhao Zonglan looked cold, indifferent, and completely uninterested.

He just silently smoked, seemingly in a bad mood.

Song Yanting would occasionally chime in, but only out of politeness and to avoid embarrassing him.

Just then, Song Yanting's phone rang.

He apologized and then answered the call.

Then, he gently reassured the person on the other end of the phone: "I'll be right there, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Zhao Zonglan in the main seat and said in a slightly heavy tone, "Miss Chen is injured."