"I don't know." Jiang Rong didn't stop and quickly walked out of the dark abandoned factory. She put the folding knife back into her pocket and pursed her lips and said, "Go drive the car. Back."
Song Yanzhen glanced upstairs and said, "Just... don't care?"
"Someone will take care of it, you don't have to worry about it." Jiang Rong said impatiently: "Why do you have so many questions?"
Song Yanzhen blinked and said, "Then... one last question."
"You don't know who tried to kill you, but you know who killed the sniper, right?"
Jiang Rong suddenly turned around and looked at Song Yanzhen, who shuddered with fear.
He didn't even know how to describe Jiang Rong's cold and bloody look, as if he would strangle him to death and bury him on the spot in the next moment.
But this might just be Song Yan's illusion, because Jiang Rong quickly laughed: "You do have an innate keenness."
Just like in the cemetery, Song Yanzhen noticed the sniper's scope faster than her.
Jiang Rong said softly, as if sending away a kitten or puppy, "Go ahead and drive."
Song Yanzhen said "oh" and obediently went to drive. Jiang Rong stood by the roadside, his expression calm, and it was unclear what he was thinking. 022 asked cautiously: "Teacher Jiang, is that bouquet of flowers for you?"
Jiang Rong didn't answer.
022: […Should I not ask?]
[Nothing.] Jiang Rong said, [It can't be considered a gift to me. It was originally mine.]
In an abandoned warehouse, on the rooftop, someone bent down to pick up the bouquet, only to discover blood stains on the snow-white pear paper.
The man said calmly: "No wonder she doesn't like it, it turns out it's dirty."
He threw the bouquet into the pool of blood at the killer's feet, snapped his fingers, and said softly, "Burn it."
…
On the third day that Jiang Rong was staying in Song Yanzhen's apartment, they received a message from the First Military Academy that the additional test for the entrance exam would officially begin in two days, requiring them to gather at the airport on time and go to the exam venue together.
Jiang Rong propped up his chin and asked, "Did your dad tell you anything? About the exam questions, the exam venue, the competition format, etc."
Song Yanzhen shook her head: "No, my dad wouldn't tell me even if he knew."
Jiang Rong: "Tsk, so ruthless."
"But..." Song Yanzhen coughed: "My dad did inform me of another thing."
"What?"
Song Yanzhen: "He said my cousin was worried about me going alone and wanted to accompany me. Since he has already been officially admitted as a student, this is within the scope of what the military academy allows."
Jiang Rong: “.”
Jiang Rong looked at Song Yanzhen expressionlessly, which made Song Yanzhen's scalp numb. Jiang Rong then said, "What's wrong with your dad? It would be fine if he didn't help, but why did he make things worse?"
"You can't blame my dad for this," Song Yanzhen whispered. "I think it's because Li Tianxie was pestering my mom and acting like a spoiled brat. My mom gave my cousin everything he wanted, not to mention that this time he used the excuse of worrying about me. My mom went to my dad and cried twice, and my dad couldn't stand it anymore."
Jiang Rong: "Excuse me, are your parents in a free love relationship?"
Song Yanzhen nodded: "Yes."
If it wasn't a free love relationship, Mrs. Song would never have married him given Song Baihuan's family background.
Jiang Rong asked sincerely, "Then I'd like to ask, what does your father like about your mother?"
Song Yanzhen scratched his head and managed to say after a while: "...face?"
Jiang Rong: “.”
Okay, Song Baihuan, you have thick eyebrows and big eyes, but it turns out you are just a superficial person who only cares about appearance.
The First Military Academy required the assembly time to be very early. Jiang Rong was woken up from bed by Song Yanzhen at six o'clock that day. Li Tianxie was banging on the door frantically outside. The noise was earth-shaking, which instantly made Jiang Rong's mood reach its peak. He opened the door and looked at Li Tianxie expressionlessly.
Li Tianxie straightened his clothes and was about to speak when suddenly there was a bang and the door slammed in front of him again. Li Tianxie's nose bled instantly and he screamed in pain.
Five minutes later, Song Yanzhen poured a glass of water for Li Tianxie and coughed, "Cousin, Jiang Rong didn't mean it."
Li Tianxie had a tissue stuck in his nose and looked grim: "It would be strange if she didn't do it on purpose!"
Jiang Rong was having breakfast - a sandwich with hot milk made by Young Master Song himself. Although this young master was always crying, his cooking skills were surprisingly good.
Hearing this, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at Li Tianxie, then said insincerely, "I wasn't fully awake yet, and it was dark outside. Seeing you like that, I thought you were here to collect protection money. I'm sorry, Mr. Li."
Li Tianxie gritted his teeth: "Do I look like a protection fee collector?!"
Jiang Rong looked at his flowery shirt and gold chain, and a look of "What's not similar about them?" was written all over his face.
"Alright, cousin!" Fearing a fight between the two of them... and mainly fearing Jiang Rong would unilaterally assault Li Tianxie, Song Yanzhen quickly stood up and said, "It's almost time. Let's get to the airport! It would be embarrassing if we were late!"
Li Tianxie thought of something and reluctantly swallowed his anger. The three of them went downstairs together.
Jiang Rong followed Song Yanzhen with his hands in his pockets, wearing a hat and looking sleepy. Song Yanzhen was carrying two bags, one for himself and one for Jiang Rong.
Jiang Rong fell asleep after getting in the car, her hat covering her face. She slept soundly until the car banged and she woke up with a start. Her body flew forward and was pulled back tightly by the seatbelt. Li Tianxie said angrily, "How the hell are you driving?! Do you know how much my car cost? Even if I sold you, it wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"
The driver was so scared that he apologized repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It was so foggy this morning that I didn't see a car turning around the bend ahead."
"Forget it, cousin." Song Yanzhen said, "I'll pay for the repairs. Let's negotiate with the other car owner first."
Li Tianxie scoffed. "What the hell is there to negotiate? My car is worth over five million. It's a blessing for him to hit it. Can't I just give him some money to get rid of him?"
As he opened the car door and got out, Jiang Rong lowered the window and looked forward. Then she said to Li Tianxie, who was standing outside in a daze, "Mr. Li, that McLaren Speedtail is about four times the size of yours. It might be hard to get rid of him, huh?"
Li Tianxie's face turned blue.
To be able to drive a car worth tens of millions, the other person must be either rich or noble. Li Tianxie suddenly felt a little scared. Seeing his expression, Jiang Rong silently cursed him as a waste.
She got out of the car and walked next to the McLaren. She bent down and knocked on the rear window. "I'm sorry, we're in a hurry here. Can you leave your contact information so we can discuss the details of compensation later?"
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing the man's face with distinct features. He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Ginger?"
Jiang Rong: “……?!”
Shang Shaoheng?!
Shang Shaoheng looked at her and said calmly, "You sneaked into my box before, and now you crash into my car. If you don't know, you might think you have a crush on me."
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