Even if you don't have a deep connection with Su Tingrong, there's no one in the industry who hasn't heard of her.
No one prettier than her possesses her cunning and scheming.
Those who are more cunning and scheming than her are not as beautiful.
Back then, how many men flocked to Su Tingrong?
It's not that he's belittling himself, but even if she's over sixty, there are still plenty of people willing to have a twilight romance with her.
Looking at myself like this...
Perhaps there is still hope of becoming a teacher.
Otherwise, given Su Tingrong's arrogance, she wouldn't even look at him.
"Whether I'm playing you or not, why don't you just give me a call and ask?"
Seeing her certainty, she handed over a phone number and reminded her.
"Grandma is in the hospital. If you still have doubts about what I'm saying, don't introduce yourself first. Just ask about the marriage. If he scolds you, just say you dialed the wrong number."
"What illness does she have?" Ruan Kangri asked.
Ruan Xianxian paused, remained silent for a while, and then asked urgently, "Ruan Kangri... does he really consider the other person his soon-to-be wife?"
"Speak up!"
Ruan Xianxian: "Ask her yourself."
The call connected, and I asked the nurse to call Su Tingrong. After a long while, a weak, cold voice came from the other end of the line:
"I am Su Tingrong, what do you want?"
Ruan Kangri gripped the microphone. "Tingrong, what's wrong? Why are you in the hospital? Your voice sounds so weak."
Ruan Xianxian rubbed his forehead. He stood there racking his brains but couldn't understand how such a person could be his grandfather.
Is it possible that someone entered the wrong bridal chamber back then?
She comforted herself, "Oh well, I should be understanding. It's like when I'm sixty years old, and one day the nation's heartthrob suddenly tells me he wants to marry into my family."
Regardless of romantic feelings, feeling helpless is inevitable.
There was probably no one speaking on the other end of the phone. Ruan Kangri coughed lightly in response and tentatively asked:
"I'm calling to ask if you have any requirements for your upcoming wedding."
Cough cough cough—
Cough cough cough—
The sound of Su Tingrong's heart-wrenching cough came from the other end of the phone, and she seemed to squeeze out two words through gritted teeth: "No!"
He took a breath and said, "You know what's going on with this marriage. There's only one thing: I can get the marriage certificate with you, but we shouldn't see each other again after that."
Beep beep beep—
The call ended.
Ruan Kangri's face darkened. He asked, "What does she mean?"
The phone had a significant sound leakage issue, so Ruan Xianxian heard everything, and she shrugged.
"What else could it mean? They don't like you. I only promised to give you the Jing family, but I never guaranteed that your stepmother would like you."
Not to be rude, but Grandpa, have you looked in the mirror lately? Forget about a battlefield beauty like Su Tingrong, even the old lady who sweeps the toilets on the street might not be interested in you.
"Fine, a flower on the battlefield needs dung to thrive; you can be the dung."
Verbal abuse was a common tactic used against her in this family in the past, and now Ruan Xian is returning the favor, making the old man tremble with anger.
Unwilling to look at his foolish appearance, she turned and left, but suddenly turned back when she reached the door.
"By the way, the Jing family is my sincere offer. Whenever I receive news of Ruan Baozhu's death, I will ask Dr. Song to come and take a look at you."
After he left, Ruan Kangri stood there for a long time, his face changing repeatedly, sometimes gloomy, sometimes ashen.
For a moment, she thought Ruan Xianxian's suggestion wasn't entirely unreasonable... Just as she said, how could a pearl that even a man couldn't hold onto compare to her value?
This granddaughter is no longer the same as before; if she is used properly…
Ruan Kangri shook his head, quickly shaking off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind. Baozhu was the pearl he had raised since she was a child, and he would never give up on her no matter what.
Suddenly, a thud came from the direction of the stairs—
Ruan Kangri suddenly looked over and hissed, "Who's there?"
A swaying figure straightened up from the second-floor railing and called out, "Grandpa!"
Ruan Kangri's face softened and then darkened again. This idiot, he even got caught eavesdropping.
How can Ruan Xianxian, who had just left, compare to him, who was in complete control and had a winning hand against him?
One is a treasure cherished from childhood, the other is a wild grass growing in the mountains and fields.
Ruan Kangri thought about it and quickly convinced himself to calm down.
He said calmly, "I'm going out to buy some groceries for dinner. You go back to your room and rest for a while. Grandpa will call you when he wakes you up."
"Oh!" Ruan Baozhu returned to her room.
Thinking back to the conversation between Ruan Xianxian and her grandfather, he couldn't believe that his grandfather would abandon him for that bitch, but a knot still lingered in his heart.
I thought I wouldn't be able to sleep, but as soon as I lay down, my eyelids felt incredibly heavy.
When the door opened again and her grandfather called her downstairs for dinner, Ruan Baozhu suddenly sat up in bed...
His eyes were filled with fear, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his chest rose and fell with his rapid breathing.
She had a dream, another precognitive dream.
In this dream, she was sitting at the dining table with her grandfather at home, talking peacefully, when suddenly her grandfather grabbed a hammer and smashed it at her with a ferocious expression.
Her mouth opened and closed as if she were speaking, but Ruan Baozhu in her dream couldn't hear clearly and only felt a lot of pain and cold!
Blood was everywhere.
The fear of impending death made her tremble all over; her dreams were never wrong, which must be a sign from heaven.
This suggests that her grandfather has indeed listened to the instigation of that vile woman and is about to kill her.
...
Separated by a wall, Ruan Xianxian, like a gecko, clung to Ruan Baozhu's window, putting away the dream-creating potion in her hand.
Little brat, I've given you a dream first, enough to annoy you for a while. Let's see who makes the first move, you or old man Ruan.
Just as she was about to climb down the same path, Chief Lü across the street suddenly opened his window. The old man stood behind the window, looking troubled, and waved to her, inviting her inside to talk.
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