Chapter 76 Waiting for you to find the backstage
The tense atmosphere outside the door almost froze into ice.
"What is your relationship with her?"
Lu Zhaoye narrowed his eyes and his voice was terribly low.
Wen Nian raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, and smiled innocently:
"Brother, why do you still ask?"
He tilted his head, his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, "Besides, my sister is so cold to you..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Zhaoye's fist had already swung over with the sound of wind.
Unexpectedly, Wen Nian nimbly dodged to the side.
Every punch that followed felt like hitting cotton.
This seemingly weak boy always manages to dodge attacks by a hair's breadth, but he never fights back.
"Bang!"
The two men broke the vase in the entrance hall while fighting.
At the moment the door opened.
Wen Nian suddenly stopped dodging and took Lu Zhaoye's punch head-on, stumbling and hitting the coffee table.
This is the scene Jiang Tingwan saw when he pushed the door open—
The ground was covered with broken porcelain pieces.
Wen Nian covered the bleeding corner of his mouth, while Lu Zhaoye's fist was still suspended in mid-air.
"Lu Zhaoye, what are you doing?"
She questioned with a frown.
"He obviously--" Lu Zhaoye stopped talking suddenly.
In a flash, he finally saw through the boy's tricks.
Compared with the man in front of him, Xie Duo's method of playing the victim in the ward was nothing.
"It's okay, sis."
Wen Nian stood up shakily, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, "Where is the Band-Aid?"
He blinked his wet eyes, like a wounded little animal.
Jiang Tingwan gave Lu Zhaoye a warning look and turned to look for the medicine box.
Zhou Luoyao stood there at a loss, not daring to breathe. She felt like the low pressure in the room was about to freeze her to death.
Lu Zhaoye stared at Jiang Tingwan's back as she rummaged through boxes and drawers for him, his knuckles turning white.
He looked at Wen Nian in a self-masochistic manner and said that he was afraid that he would stick it crookedly, so he asked Jiang Tingwan to help him personally. The anger in his eyes almost turned into reality.
"Hiss—be gentle, sister."
Wen Nian raised his face and let her treat his wound, but in Jiang Tingwan's blind spot, he raised his face and gave Lu Zhaoye a provocative look.
"Sister, what perfume are you using?"
Just when the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, Wen Nian suddenly leaned close to Jiang Tingwan's neck and took a deep breath:
"I wanted to ask you last night..."
He deliberately dragged out his tone, "It smells really good--"
"Bang!"
The deafening sound of a door slamming interrupted his unfinished words.
Lu Zhaoye's figure disappeared outside the door, leaving only the door frame still shaking slightly.
Zhou Luoyao took a deep breath, looked at the mess on the ground and the two people with different expressions, and silently hugged the pillow in her arms.
She never wants to experience this Shura scene again in her life.
Jiang Tingwan said coldly: "You, get out too."
"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away!"
Zhou Luoyao grabbed her bag and rushed out the door. Before leaving, she winked at her with an expression that said "I understand, I understand".
Jiang Tingwan: "..."
She was talking about Wennian.
Wen Nian immediately realized what she meant and immediately grabbed her hand, his eyes moist:
"Sister... don't chase me away, I will be caught..."
Before he could finish his words, Jiang Tingwan pushed him directly to the door.
"What does it have to do with me whether they are caught or not?"
She frowned and said in a cold tone, "If you can't stay in a hotel, sleep under the bridge."
What's the point of staying with her?
Before Wen Nian could say anything else, the door slammed shut in front of him.
"...What a cold-blooded woman."
He stared at the closed door, the corners of his lips slowly curling up.
Jiang Tingwan was extremely sleepy. She drank two glasses of water and went back to her room to continue sleeping.
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She was woken up by a phone call in the afternoon.
The person on the other end of the phone was Song Zhi's assistant, who spoke respectfully:
"Ms. Jiang, our Mr. Song would like to invite you to have dinner together tonight."
It seems that he has seen her plan.
This person is quite sensible.
Jiang Tingwan hung up the phone, washed, changed clothes, and prepared to go out.
When she opened the door, she almost stepped on the man sitting on the ground.
Wen Nian hadn't left yet. He was sleeping soundly against the door frame. When the door opened, he almost fell down and woke up suddenly.
Jiang Tingwan frowned. Was this guy really planning to rely on her?
She didn't bother to pay attention to him and just walked past him, but he grabbed her calf.
"Sister, don't go..."
Wen Nian's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.
Jiang Tingwan looked down at him, making him look even more pitiful.
Unfortunately, she didn't buy it.
"Let go." She said coldly.
Wen Nian refused to let go: "No, sister, you see I'm so prone to allergies, how can I sleep under a bridge? You really have the heart to..."
What's so cruel about that? What else does he want...
Jiang Tingwan lowered her head to look at the time. If the stalemate continued, she would be late.
She took a deep breath and said impatiently, "Okay, I'll find you a place to live, okay?"
Wen Nian then stood up, but still held her hand tightly.
This person is really...
Jiang Tingwan could only drive him to the sales hall.
She randomly pointed to a house that was ready for move-in, swiped her credit card on the spot, and called her assistant to come and handle the paperwork.
"Just follow my assistant."
She turned and was about to leave.
Wen Nian grabbed her bag chain and asked innocently, "Sister, am I considered being kept?"
Keep a head...
Jiang Tingwan curled the corner of his mouth. This man's words were really shocking.
"I'll only give you one week, don't always take advantage of me."
After saying that, she pulled back the bag chain and left without looking back.
Wen Nian, who was standing behind her, stared at her back, with the corners of his lips slowly curled up.
This woman...
It’s so interesting.
One week should be enough.
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In the restaurant.
Song Zhi was wearing a pure black suit, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, forming a sharp contrast with Jiang Tingwan's white suit.
The light from the crystal chandelier cast shadows of varying depths on his well-defined face, making him seem even more unfathomable.
"I've seen Miss Jiang's proposal," he tapped the table with his slender fingers, "it's indeed better than Lanqi's."
"But," he changed the subject, "forget about long-term cooperation."
Jiang Tingwan frowned: "Why?"
The information Song Zhi received this morning showed that this woman was just the orphan of a nouveau riche, and she was rampaging in the financial circle relying on the little capital left by her father.
If you really encounter some problems, how can you get through it without a backer?
He leaned forward, his sleeves scraping against the tabletop, making a slight sound: "The financial world is about foundation. Hengrong Bank wants a partner who can cooperate with us for a long time, not..."
He paused meaningfully. "A flash-in-the-pan speculator."
Jiang Tingwan's fingertips trembled slightly.
This forged identity document did not provide her with any support.
"This plan can be signed," Song Zhi pushed the document back in front of her.
"But if you want to replace Lanci..."
He stood up and walked behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, his warm breath brushing against her ears.
"Wait until you find the backstage."
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When I returned to my residence, it was already dark.
Jiang Tingwan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the neon scene outside.
She really didn't want to use the Jiang family's connections, but what should she do now...
She took a few sips of water, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Looking through the cat's eye, Lu Zhaoye's stern profile made her breath stop.
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