Chapter 83 Why do you bring your own?

The lights in the nightclub's long corridor were dim, and Jiang Tingwan walked through the corridor covered with dark-patterned carpet in high heels.

She didn't expect Ou Ya to meet in such a place. As she was thinking about it, someone suddenly patted her shoulder gently.

"elder sister?"

Turning back, Wen Nian was standing at the junction of light and shadow, with the hood of his sweatshirt loosely on his head and a well-behaved smile on his lips:

"Why are you here?"

Jiang Tingwan frowned slightly: "Meeting a client."

She turned to leave when her wrist was suddenly grabbed and a warm touch passed through her skin.

Wen Nian hasn't looked for her these days.

One is that I suddenly have a lot more things to deal with.

Second,…

He gradually discovered that the sad drama he had initially performed in front of Lu Zhaoye had no effect at all on Jiang Tingwan.

Make her soft-hearted? This woman could let him sleep under the bridge without changing her expression.

Creating ambiguity? She turned around and said that their relationship was mother and son...

And now, the scandal between the eldest son of the Song family and Jiang Tingwan is spreading like wildfire.

Wen Nian had just thought she was very unique that day, and he happened to be bored and looking for something fun, but now, he was really interested in her.

Wen Nian smiled harmlessly: "I'll go with you, sister."

When she raised her eyebrows, he added, "There are a lot of drunks in this club. It's not safe for you to be alone."

Jiang Tingwan's scrutinizing gaze lingered on his face for a moment.

Wen Nian was surprisingly quiet today. He didn't act pitiful like usual and was much more normal.

She thought about it for a moment. She didn't know what Ou Ya's attitude was anyway, so it didn't matter if there was one more person. So she nodded and said, "Follow me closely."

The moment Jiang Tingwan pushed open the door of the box, her footsteps paused slightly.

Ou Ya was lazily sinking in the leather sofa, with a young and handsome boy leaning on each side, and another one was kneeling on one knee feeding her grapes.

This scene is far from the image of the rich lady who is jealous of Mr. Xu in the rumors.

So...her guess was correct.

"Is Miss Jiang here?"

Ou Ya raised her red lips slightly, motioning the boy next to her to give up his seat, "You're welcome, take your pick."

Jiang Tingwan's lips curled up into a knowing smile.

Sure enough, the scenes between Ou Ya and Song Zhi were all planned out in collusion.

However, Song Zhi had no intention of telling her at all.

She sat down calmly, and Wen Nian stood behind her like a dedicated bodyguard.

Ou Ya's eyes swept over Wen Nian and he smiled meaningfully:

"I even ordered a few extra, why did you bring your own?"

"You're overthinking it. I don't have the elegance of Miss Ou." Jiang Tingwan waved her hand.

Ou Ya suddenly laughed and waved for the boys to go out.

Jiang Tingwan also signaled Wen Nian to go out.

After the door of the box was closed, Ou Ya picked up the wine glass and shook it: "Miss Jiang is really smart, how did you guess it?"

"Ms. Ou and Mr. Song did work well together, but when he used me as a target, the truth became clear."

Jiang Tingwan curled the corners of her lips and picked up a glass of red wine.

"There are so many rumors that you killed all the women around him. I think he acquiesced, right? And that day, he took me away on his own initiative, and you didn't come to visit me."

"I have been waiting for you for so many days, but you have never shown up. Even if you caused a big commotion at the Song company, it was only after I left."

"I was a little uncertain at first, but after seeing you and Mr. Song today, what else could it be but a show?"

Jiang Tingwan tapped her knees with her fingertips. "I just don't know why you do this?"

Since it is a cooperative marriage, and Song Zhi has no objection and does not accept other women, why should he establish the image of a shrew for himself?

"What do you think?"

Ou Ya stood up slowly, her red lips curled up in a meaningful arc, "Business is like a play, it all depends on your acting skills."

But she didn't perform this play for others.

It was performed for her father.

She is so smart, and she made her attitude clear to Song Zhi, so she must have discovered that Song Zhi was suppressing Lan Qi a long time ago...

Or maybe she was the planner.

"What good will it do you to work with him to design your father's company?"

Jiang Tingwan was puzzled. Ou Ya was an only child and was very favored. How could she...

"Because I hate him." Ou Yayun said this calmly, "You are not familiar with the Ou family, so you don't know the inside story."

"Do you really think this is a company built from scratch by Mr. Ou?" Ou Ya turned her head and glanced at her.

"A Phoenix man, who only cared about my mom's money, sucked my mom's blood dry, and still created a persona of loving his wife, are you kidding me?"

"Now he wants to sell his daughter for fame," Ou Ya's eyes were filled with more hatred, "I won't let him off easily."

Although she had guessed it long ago, Jiang Tingwan did not expect this to be the reason.

But she is not a person with excessive sympathy or a rational person. If Ou Ya can help in replacing Lanqi, the effect will definitely be doubled.

What's more, it's not certain who Mr. Song will cooperate with in the end, so she has to take the initiative.

Seeing Jiang Tingwan thinking, Ou Ya suddenly moved closer to her.

Her bright red nails hooked Jiang Tingwan's chin, and the rich aroma of red wine wafted over her face, revealing Jiang Tingwan's inner thoughts.

She raised her red lips and gave an ambiguous smile, "Don't worry, I won't tell Song Zhi that you have seen me."

"I also want to see him get humiliated, pretty girl."

In the dim box, she wore heavy bright makeup and a fiery red dress.

The woman opposite was wearing a white dress as white as snow and had a cold face, but at this moment, she also raised the corners of her lips.

The two of them, one in red and the other in white, are contrasting yet complementary, just like a rose in the dark night and the cold moonlight, inexplicably exuding a different kind of charm.

-------------------------------------------

"elder sister……"

As soon as Jiang Tingwan opened the door of the box, Wen Nian came up to her.

Seeing this, Ou Ya behind her suddenly spoke up:

"etc--"

Jiang Tingwan turned around.

Ou Ya leaned against the door frame, a playful smile on her red lips, her eyes wandering unscrupulously over Wen Nian.

Could it be...

"You look pretty good with this one," Ou Ya said frivolously, circling her hair with her fingertips, "Since it's not for your own use, why not give it to me to play with?"

Wen Nian suddenly froze in place, his fingers unconsciously tugging at the corner of Jiang Tingwan's clothes, and he looked at her in panic, like a frightened little animal.

The lighting in the corridor outside the box was ambiguous, stretching the shadows of the three people very long.

Jiang Tingwan felt a slight tug on the corner of her clothes and the gazes of the two people, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Wen Nian only saw the corners of the woman's lips slowly rise into a meaningful arc.

The next second, two words came lightly:

"OK.