Chapter 19: Tough Guy

Ren Yizi didn't want to reveal too much about his family's weaknesses, so he said vaguely, "No, I just went to do something."

The other people looked "unconvinced".

Qin Yang drank the milk tea in one gulp: "Brother Zi, what kind of cram school are you secretly attending? Take me with you too."

Chen Qingyi: "Ren Yizi has already started studying, should I also roll up my sleeves?"

Yin Zhongjiu stroked Bai Mi's fur and said, "Don't go. It's too frizzy. Why don't you come and play with us?"

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How could Ren Yizi not go? This was a part-time job that Wen Siru had found for him. The few times he got some money, he had transferred it to Dongdong's bank card, bypassing Yu Minzhen directly.

He strode briskly on the catwalk, wearing a black work suit and fingerless black gloves on his white and slender hands, which formed a sharp contrast with his glowing white skin.

The live music was deafening, and the flashes of countless cameras were clicking non-stop. Combined with the old scars and winding blue veins on his skin, his whole body exuded a sense of rebelliousness, which was even more stunning than those professional models.

After walking around for a few times, he returned to the dressing room and saw a group of models surrounding a person, not knowing what they were doing.

He felt that it was none of his business, so he returned to his seat indifferently, prepared to pack up and go back to do his homework.

Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by someone: "Stop."

The group of models surrounding one person all stared at him. The models were all tall and had excellent temperament. The gaze of a group of tall and long-legged people was extremely oppressive.

"What are you doing?" Ren Yizi looked at a model who inexplicably stopped him, then stared back at the group of models looking at him and asked unhappily.

He was new and not familiar with these people. Every time he came to work part-time, he would just walk the show and that was it, and he rarely talked to them.

"Did you take Xiaoshuai's watch?" The person who stopped him was Xiaojun, who was a good friend of Xiaoshuai.

Ren Yizi was questioned so mercilessly, and his eyebrows were full of impatience as he said, "No."

Xiaojun started to reach for his bag: "Then check your bag."

"Don't touch my schoolbag." Ren Yizi slapped his hand away.

The bag was full of math test papers that only showed a few dozen points. He didn't want to show them to the public. The dignity of a poor student suddenly flashed at this moment.

The group of models gathered around, and Xiao Shuai said to Ren Yizi, "Just take a look, you can leave if you're not around."

Xiaojun was about to get his bag again: "Xiaoshuai, don't be so polite to him. Everyone else has searched everywhere but couldn't find it. Just now when I was about to leave, I saw him circling around your seat for a long time. He must have been the one who stole it..."

Ren Yizi didn't even wait for Xiaojun to finish his words. He suddenly clamped Xiaojun's jaw with his hands, and the bone made a cracking sound as if it was dislocated.

The others cried out in surprise, but were all frightened by the sharp and aggressive gaze that Ren Yisi cast at them, and were all frozen in place.

They originally thought that this newcomer was easy to bully, so they all came to watch the show, but they didn't expect him to be a tough guy who immediately calmed the whole place down.

Xiao Shuai's tone softened as he tried to pry Ren Yizi's hands apart: "If you have something to say, talk it over nicely. Don't use violence!"

Ren Yizi didn't care about them. His sharp eyebrows were raised even more, and he asked Xiaojun angrily: "Which sewer was not closed properly, allowing people like you to come out? You said I stole the watch, where is the evidence?"

The light from Ren Yizi's earrings was reflected in Xiaojun's constricted pupils, and it looked particularly sharp next to the incandescent light, revealing its edge.

"You're a scumbag from Hanmo Middle School... You only know how to fight every day..." Xiaojun struggled, but he couldn't get rid of the incredibly powerful hand on his chin. His mouth, which was forced to remain closed, began to drool. He said intermittently, "If it wasn't you who stole Xiaoshuai's things, who else could it be?"

As soon as he said this, the models surrounding them, some of whom were students working part-time, started talking:

"So he's from Hanmo Middle School. That shouldn't be the case. Hanmo is one of the four most prestigious schools in the city."

"I've heard of him. He's a stain that only Hanmo has once seen in a century. He single-handedly lowered Hanmo's ranking."

"He's the biggest suspect. We're all law-abiding citizens, but he's such a notorious rat..."

"If it wasn't you, why didn't you let me see your schoolbag?" Xiao Shuai walked forward with trembling feet, as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a living devil. "Just open your schoolbag and let me see it, okay?"

"What are you arguing about? What are you arguing about here?" At this time, a man who looked like a manager walked over, his fat beer belly almost bursting through his suit.

Xiao Shuai briefly explained the matter to the manager, and also emphasized that his watch was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. If someone really stole it, it would involve a criminal case.

The manager came over and tried to persuade Ren Yizi to put down Xiaojun's chin.

If this was a part-time job that Ren Yizi found himself, he would have beaten the man to incontinence long ago since he was barefoot and had no fear of those wearing shoes. But this was a job found for him by Wen Siru, so he had to consider Wen Siru's face and not let him embarrass himself, so he let Xiaojun go for the time being.

The manager said to Ren Yizi like a peacemaker, "Our surveillance here is broken. So, you can just open your bag to prove it. Let's not be so awkward with each other."

Ren Yizi glared at him, then pointed at Xiaojun with an angry smile: "Why do you need me to prove it? He should prove that he saw me take the watch first!"

Every inch of the air seemed to be burning. The manager had to side with Xiao Shuai and the others because Xiao Shuai was sent in by his boss. He didn't know Ren Yizi very well and he probably didn't have any background.

But seeing Ren Yizi's arrogant and fearless appearance, he was actually a little afraid. He swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his face. He began to muddy the waters: "If no one admits it, everyone present will have their valuables confiscated and stay here, and wait for the police to handle this matter."

He even specifically mentioned Ren Yizi: "Just keep the white jade Buddha."

Seeing that the manager was on his side, Xiaojun smiled provocatively at Ren Yizi.

Ren Yizi's forehead was bulging with veins, his eyes were red as if they were burning, and he immediately touched his white jade Buddha: "Impossible."

"What's wrong? What happened? So many people are gathered together." Wen Si Ru's voice, as loud as a broken jade, came from far away.

Everyone was attracted by his youthful voice. When the manager saw Wen Siru, his mind went "ding--"—this was the chairman's son, Master Wen.

He put on a smile on his fleshy face and went to greet Wen Si Ru with a pug-like expression: "Master Ru, what brings you here?"

At first, the models thought that Wen Si Ru, with such a handsome face, must be a celebrity who came to watch the fashion show. After hearing what the manager said, their eyes widened. Although they didn't know Wen Si Ru very well, they knew that this modeling company belonged to Ru Shao's family.

If you marry the young master of the Wen family, your ancestors will be prosperous and you will have no worries about food and clothing and eat delicacies every day. At this moment, everyone has their own plans in mind and dares not speak carelessly for fear of angering this God of Wealth.

Wen Siru ignored the manager's advances and walked straight towards Ren Yizi, holding his muscular biceps and asking with concern, "What's wrong, Brother Yizi?"

The managers and models were in a state of shock: Why did Master Ru call this troublemaker "brother"? What was Ren Yizi's background?

Everyone's breathing slowed down, especially the manager. He knew that he had hit a wall this time. He quickly told Wen Si Ru the whole story, trying his best to clear himself of the blame.

After hearing this, Wen Siru was still keenly aware of something unusual. He twirled the Buddhist beads on his wrist and said calmly, "What a coincidence? The surveillance camera broke down as soon as I arrived? Manager Li, can you take me to check it out?"

The autumn wind blew in through the window. The manager said sweatily, "Haha, there's no need to trouble Master Wen with such a small matter."

Wen Siru snorted coldly, took Ren Yizi's hand and went to the monitoring room. Everyone else followed. Someone called the police, and they arrived at this time.

After successfully opening the computer in the monitoring room, Wen Siru glanced at the manager with a stern expression, spread his hands and asked in a deep voice, "Is this broken?"

The manager's face fell immediately, and he laughed bitterly, "I'm sorry, Master Wen, the surveillance camera really couldn't be turned on just now."

"Is that so? How come the surveillance camera was turned on as soon as I arrived?" Wen Siru curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes. Instead, he had a sense of oppression like a superior.

The manager had no choice but to pass the buck and suppress his subordinates. He hit the hat of the security guard next to him and said with anger in his eyes: "What's going on! Wasn't it broken just now? How dare you lie to me!"

The security guards were hesitant, and their expressions betrayed that it was the manager who asked them to deliberately turn off the surveillance.

Wen Siru pressed his brows together. He had long seen through this boring trick. His voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze: "Okay, call the police to come and look at the surveillance."

Ren Yizi was simply stunned by Wen Siru's actions. Before, Wen Siru spoke slowly and treated people in a friendly and kind manner. At first glance, he was a noble young man with good family education.

Today he saw another side of Wen Si Ru - a smiling tiger. He was worried that Wen Si Ru, with such a good temper, would be bullied. He didn't expect that his good roommate would be so decisive when it was necessary, and it was specifically for his sake.

After watching the surveillance video, the truth was revealed: Xiaoshuai accidentally dropped his watch while walking on the catwalk.

The police educated Xiao Shuai and Xiao Jun, saying that spreading rumors is illegal and that they cannot slander others without any evidence. Finally, they asked them to apologize to Ren Yizi.

Ren Yizi didn't want to forgive these bastards at first, but Wen Si Ru was next to him, and this was the job Wen Si Ru had found for him, so he didn't want to make a big fuss. He warned them that he would sue them if they spread rumors again, and then he reluctantly forgave them.