Ruan Chen hid on the terrace, enjoying the breeze and snacks, while watching Ruan Qin and Ruan Yunhan, the brother and sister, chatting and laughing with other young people from wealthy families in the hall.
"Little sister, why aren't you with your older brothers and sisters?"
He casually put a hand on Ruan Chen's shoulder and gave it a couple of squeezes.
Ruan Chen pushed the person away in disgust. "Do we know each other?"
The boy looked to be about the same age as Ruan Luo and smiled politely, "Now that we're acquainted..."
But his gaze lingered greedily on Ruan Chen's fair neck and defined collarbone.
"Sorry, I'm not interested." Ruan Chen turned and walked away.
That hand, oblivious to the danger, clung to Ruan Chen's shoulder, trying to pull the girl's body into its embrace.
Without turning her head, Ruan Chen kicked out behind her, listened to the screams behind her, straightened her skirt, and gracefully left the terrace.
I happened to run into Yu Xiaoya; the Yu family was also invited today.
This is Ruan family territory, so Yu Xiaoya wisely made way for Ruan Chen. Ever since she clashed with Ruan Chen once, she has suspected that Ruan Chen has something wrong with his head.
After seeing Ruan Chen under the crystal chandelier today, she changed her definition of Ruan Chen to a beautiful crazy woman.
Yu Xiaoya went to find her cousin, Yu Tianjiao, on the terrace. She found him clutching his stomach, curled up on the floor in pain.
After learning that Ruan Chen was responsible, Yu Xiaoya angrily added another note to her mental notebook.
Ruan Chen returned to her room, took off her elaborate dress and threw it on the floor, changed into comfortable loungewear, and checked her emails on her laptop.
Ruan Wenlou knocked on the door and entered, and after receiving permission, helped Ruan Chen tidy up the room.
"Grandpa Wenlou, I won first prize!" Ruan Chen excitedly stood up and spun around. "The organizers of tR invited me to Germany to attend a forum!"
Ruan Wenlou was not surprised. He smiled indulgently and said, "If Miss wants to go, I'll find a way."
"No way," Ruan Chen only showed her naive side in front of him, "I don't want to deal with adults, I'm only after the bonus."
"I heard that the master doesn't plan to let you go to high school?"
"It's nothing, I'll take care of it."
Ruan Chen was discussing the Riemann Hypothesis with her online friend whom she had been chatting with recently, but they hadn't reached a conclusion after a long time.
Suddenly, the netizen named "Fengzi" on the other end of the line mysteriously sent Ruan Chen a website address, inviting her to enter.
"R, don't you like solving problems? Why don't you give it a try? It's a global real-time ranking, a club for high-IQ players!"
Ruan Chen clicked on the link and entered a website called Prism Club. She registered an ID using "R".
Ruan Chen initially thought this was some kind of high-IQ club that was just a gimmick, but after entering, she discovered that only those who could solve the five questions given by the system within ten minutes were eligible to register as members.
These five questions are still quite valuable.
Ruan Chen was only thirteen years old after all. Even if he was a genius, his knowledge was limited. He barely managed to finish the five questions within the ten-minute time limit.
The words "Welcome to join" were displayed in large letters on the pure black screen.
Ruan Chen picked a section that interested her and solved a few problems at random. Soon, someone replied below, pointing out the errors in her thinking.
The person named "Fengzi" wasn't lying to her; this Prism Club was indeed quite interesting.
Ruan Chen had other plans to complete for the day, so she browsed through them for a while before exiting and instead opening a book of past competition questions from the last ten years.
Unbeknownst to her, at that very moment, a large server deep within the Mariana Trench issued an automatic tracking command.
In a dimly lit computer room, the black computer screen suddenly lit up automatically.
Although no one was operating it, lines of information popped up rapidly.
Ruan Chen, female, thirteen years old
[Huaguo, Jingzhou, Huating Public School]
[Father Ruan Zhengde (Jingzhou), Mother Congrao (Meicheng)]
[Already entered into the observer candidate database]
[Already added to the Guardian candidate database]
[Already entered into the disruptor candidate database]
Dynamic real-time monitoring is now enabled.
At this moment, at the First Military Academy of China, a researcher pushed up his glasses and looked at the latest synchronized information from the system in disbelief.
In the research institute, quite a few people saw this message at the same time and let out low gasps of surprise.
"They were put under monitoring at the age of thirteen?"
"We are Chinese!"
"Don't get too excited. We've witnessed the fall of many geniuses over the years."
"Do you remember that eight-year-old boy who entered the Guardian candidate database, but was later declared dead by the system and removed from the list?"
"I remember, it's such a pity, he was only eight years old."
"Let's wait and see, maybe this girl will become our junior in a few years."
"Not necessarily. Geniuses are always in high demand, and the other professors must know about this girl's existence."
Let's wait and see.
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After being kicked by Ruan Chen, Yu Tianjiao lost all interest and made an excuse that he had a headache, asking the driver to take him home.
As the car drove along a dimly lit side street, it lurched slightly, then lost its balance after a screeching brake and came to a wobbly stop on the side of the road.
The driver quickly apologized to Yu Tianjiao—this young master, although only sixteen years old, was spoiled rotten and had a capricious personality; the servants around him had been beaten up several times.
Amidst Yu Tianjiao's cursing and swearing, the driver got out of the car to check the situation.
Suddenly, the door beside Yu Tianjiao clicked open, and someone entered.
He snapped impatiently, "Is this a place for a servant like you to sit? Are you out of your mind? Get out!"
The next moment, he felt a chill on his neck as a sharp blade was pressed against his throat.
"Young Master Yu, which hand did you use to touch Miss Ruan today?"
Yu Tianjiao was so frightened that he was trembling and couldn't say a word.
"If Young Master Yu won't say, then let's make it two," the masked man said regretfully.
Two clear cracking sounds and a piercing scream broke the silence.
The villas on the hillside are still brightly lit.
Fu Lin smiled and shook hands with Ruan Qin and Ruan Yunhan, then went to his youngest son who was sitting to the side.
"Jianzhi, the matter is settled."
Fu Lin showed Fu Jianzhi the pictures on his phone.
Yu Tianjiao had his tie stuffed in his mouth, and his hands were twisted at an odd angle.
"Thank you, Dad." Ever since Fu Jianzhi returned to the Fu family from Meicheng, his personality has changed completely. He hardly speaks a few words to Fu Lin all day long, let alone calls him "Dad" in a nice tone.
Fu Lin knew he had let his youngest son down, and he also knew that if it weren't for Ruan Chen, he and his son might never have seen each other again in this lifetime.
So when he saw his son looking at the balcony with a gloomy expression, he instructed his men to do something.
He wasn't worried that the Yu family or the Ruan family would notice anything.
Because the Fu family has never been as simple as it appears on the surface.
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