Ruan Chen had her back to Feng Shuang and the others at the time, and only Fu Jianzhi saw the deepest emotion in her pupils.
The exhibition hall was quiet. It was a little past eight o'clock, and there were quite a few people who had finished dinner and came to see the exhibition, as well as some people who had been there from the beginning, waiting to see what the excitement was like.
As Ruan Chen signed her name and casually uttered the words "I waive my claim," gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone realized that this young, beautiful girl in her school uniform was the mysterious and unassuming disciple of Yu Lei.
Of course, everyone saw how Feng Shuang initially turned against Yan, but Yan generously forgave her.
Everyone thought this was the climax and the end of the whole thing—including Feng Shuang's parents, but this was only the beginning of the story.
Fu Jianzhi reacted the fastest, sending a few messages and making a fifteen-second phone call.
From the office area behind the exhibition hall, a number of people dressed in exhibition hall uniforms came out. They politely asked the person who had just taken out their phone to take photos and videos to delete them, and presented them with exquisite and valuable souvenirs as a token of their gratitude and apology.
Next came the clearing process, which was carried out in an orderly manner. The staff worked quickly and quietly, and in the blink of an eye, there were no unimportant people left in the exhibition hall.
When the staff asked Fu Xing to leave, Fu Jianzhi waved his hand.
So Fu Xing stayed.
Fu Xing stepped forward to express his gratitude to Fu Jianzhi and explained, "Feng Shuang and I know each other. Her grandfather asked me to take care of her."
Fu Xing knew perfectly well what was more important and didn't want Feng Shuang's mess to leave a bad impression on Fu Jianzhi.
It is clear that Fu Jianzhi is very close to Master Yu Lei's closed-door disciple, while Feng Shuang is truly courting death.
“I understand,” Fu Jianzhi nodded slightly, “but your relationship with her is not important. I let you stay because you appreciate her paintings; you have good taste.”
Ruan Chen took five seconds to compose herself. Amidst the heavy slap from Feng Shuang's father, she said in a cold, hard voice, "I've changed my mind. Five million, not a penny less."
Feng Shuang was first stunned by the slap her father gave her with seven or eight tenths of his strength, and then she heard Ruan Chen's voice, which sounded like a judgment.
Ruan Chen added mercilessly, "If you don't see the money within three days, Feng Shuang, you don't need to transfer schools anymore. Just go straight to the juvenile detention center. Intentionally damaging a huge amount of property, plus slander and spreading rumors... Don't worry, you can still make it to the college entrance exam."
A hint of a smile flashed across Fu Jianzhi's eyes.
Feng Shuang's mother's face immediately changed. She rushed to Ruan Chen and pleaded repeatedly, "Young lady, our Feng Shuang is so irresponsible. We are willing to pay the price! But we really can't come up with five million in a short time. Even this three million was scraped together by her father and me. Please, have mercy, will three million work?"
Feng Shuang was finally moved when she saw her mother's disregard for dignity and propriety.
Unfortunately, Ruan Chen still disliked her subsequent attitude.
"Three million one minute, five million the next, I think you're a fraudster! Ruan Chen, let me tell you, we won't pay a single penny. Go ahead and call the police if you dare!"
Feng Shuang's mother was almost driven mad by her daughter, yelling at her, "Stop talking! Don't you think this house is chaotic enough already! Your father's test results just came out this afternoon. Do you know that this careless act of smashing things, this petty tantrum, has cost your father his life-saving money!"
This time, Ruan Chen saw a blank expression on Feng Shuang's face.
That was the expression of bewilderment, caught off guard by the sudden and enormous blow.
Ruan Chen, with a touch of resolute cruelty, pried open Feng Shuang's mother's fingers one by one that were gripping her clothes, and coldly and emotionlessly repeated, "Five million. There will be lawyers and professional appraisal agencies to negotiate with you—believe me, this price is fair."
Ruan Chen and Fu Jianzhi left side by side, behind them the mother's suppressed sobs of despair, and the father's scolding and roaring.
At the entrance of the exhibition hall, in the Fu family's car, Fu Jianzhi, in the passenger seat, turned to ask Ruan Chen in the back seat, "Should you go and talk to them, or should I?"
Ruan Chen leaned back lazily, glancing at the entrance of the exhibition hall. There stood the Feng family of three. Feng Shuang's cheek was swollen and red as she angrily argued with her parents before running away without looking back.
Ruan Chen's phone vibrated and flickered in her palm. She thought to herself, five million, and all she got from beginning to end was one slap.
Her phone vibrated three or four times in a row, and Ruan Chen finally snapped out of her thoughts. She looked down at it, typed a reply, and then answered Fu Jianzhi's question from earlier, "You can go and tell him."
A smile played on her lips as she glanced at the young man who had opened the car door and gotten out. Fu Jianzhi really was... always able to guess what she was thinking.
Fu Jianzhi stopped in front of the couple and said a few words. The couple looked towards the car where Ruan Chen was, as if they wanted to walk in Ruan Chen's direction, but Fu Jianzhi stopped them.
“My sister doesn’t like trouble, as you two probably already know,” Fu Jianzhi said politely but distantly. “Uncle and Aunt, just mind your own daughter and don’t bother my sister.”
When Fu Jianzhi returned, Ruan Chen was still in the same position he had left in, his fingers flying across the keyboard, typing very quickly.
She couldn't even be bothered to ask Fu Jianzhi if he had resolved the issue.
“Her parents are very grateful and said they will definitely take this opportunity to keep their daughter in line,” Fu Jianzhi turned his body slightly to the side, his posture a little awkward, his arm resting on the back of the car seat, and looked at Ruan Chen. “You’ve done a good job in front of her parents, but the problem is that your troublesome classmate will probably hate you.”
Ruan Chen said in a nonchalant tone, "I've given her plenty of chances. If she tries to do something reckless in front of me again, then it's because her parents didn't manage her properly. I won't give her a second chance or any face."
Her emotions remained calm, as if Feng Shuang's recent actions of reopening old wounds had not affected her in the slightest.
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Research Institute.
The meeting went on until late at night.
In the very center of the conference room was a huge holographic projection of the blue planet. Upon closer inspection, a faint red network enveloped the blue planet—that was the spiritual network of this world.
Above the red network, countless red dots, some bright and some dim, flickered, with a few being particularly prominent.
If you count carefully, there are six in total.
That's each person's weight.
The research institute used some unknown technology to bring all of this to life.
Nan Jing said wearily, "Su Ze is tied up in Crescent Bay, and the Ark can't sense Su Ze's power. Activating the shield requires at least five people. Ruan Chen and Fu Jianzhi, one of them must step in. My suggestion is Ruan Chen and Lao Duan. Ruan Chen is still a minor, and apart from Fu Jianzhi, your Martial Arts Research Institute doesn't seem to have much experience teaching underage students, right? I suggest you let me take over Ruan Chen's training."
He's blatantly trying to steal talent from the Institute of Military Science.
But Duan Jingfu seemed to be lost in thought at this moment.
He stared at the enormous shadow looming over Earth on the hologram, muttering to himself, "Why is the timeline ten years ahead this time?"
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