Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    The rainstorm shows no sign of stopping, instead it is getting bigger and bigger.

    After Wen Ruan came home, half of his shoulders were soaked. She shook the raindrops on the umbrella and looked up in the direction of the living room—

    The Wens are actually at home.

    Today, Father Wen rarely ended the affairs in the company on time. At the moment, he is snuggling up on the sofa with Mother Wen, watching the latest 8 o'clock in the evening sweetly.

    "You said that the hero and heroine finally met, hey."

    "Deserved, if he didn't cherish before, the heroine can't easily forgive him."

    "Hey, you should learn from me and love your wife more."

    "You know poverty, you are a lot of age."

    “…”

    The atmosphere is just right.

    The timing is perfect.

    It looks like my parents are in a good mood.

    Wen Ruan felt that this was a great opportunity for him to propose to terminate the engagement.

    So she took a ritual bath, put on Pikachu nightgown and wrapped a headscarf, and decided to have the thirty-fifth heart-to-heart meeting with Father Wen.

    "Mr. Wen Fengchen, I have to talk to you about my engagement."

    But Father Wen didn't seem to hear.

    "This little girl is pretty."

    "I also think, look a bit like Ruan Ruan when he was a child, well-behaved."

    "Hey, do you think the hero knows that the heroine's child is his own? Can't the two of you make it clear?"

    The neglected Wen Ruan took a deep breath, bent down, picked up the remote control, and turned off the TV.

    Father Wen frowned.

    She sat on the sofa, turned sideways to face Father Wen, folded her hands on her knees, and took on a negotiating attitude like a lawyer: "Mr. Wen Fengchen, as a law graduate I want to exercise my right to personal liberty reasonably.”

    "Like?"

    "I'm breaking out."

    Wen Fengchen glanced at her: "No talk."

    "Mr. Wen Fengchen, to show my determination, I have thrown my engagement ring."

    Wen Fengchen didn't seem to care, he took a sip of tea and said slowly, "It's useless, I can ask Assistant Zhou to order another pair."

    There is no shortage of money anyway.

    “…”

    It is the simplest and crudest solution for capitalists.

    Wen Ruan decided to be gentle: "Dad, now advocate freedom of marriage..."

      Prosecutor, good character is right in line..."

    Parents all over the world have a very good memory for these things.

    This attitude of not eating hard and soft made Wen Ruan decide to use the trump card.

    She stood up suddenly, turned around and shouted: "Mother Chen, help me pack my things, I'll leave tonight."

    "Ruan Ruan, it's so late, where are you going?" When Mother Wen heard this, she immediately released her arm around Father Wen and asked with a frown.

    Wen Ruan said solemnly: "If I run away from home, if the marriage contract is not dissolved, I will not come back."

    Runaway?

    As soon as these words came out, the surroundings became quiet.

    Mother Chen, who was named, was also stunned, looking at the master and the wife tentatively, not daring to act for a while.

    Wen Fengchen picked up the teacup and took a slow sip: "Let her go. She ran away from home for the longest time since she was a child. Wasn't it because she didn't do well in elementary school, I was scolded by me. After a lesson, did you go to sit on a bench in the community park for a day?"

    Speaking of this, he paused, as if remembering something, and added: "Yes, it can't be regarded as a day, because halfway through sitting, I felt hungry, and slipped back to have a meal."

    "Where can I go with this little backbone?"

    Wen Ruan stood up, his eyes stayed on his father for a while, but he was not as angry and furious as others expected.

    She was silent for a long time, then turned around and went upstairs without saying a word.

     Seeing Wen Ruan leave, Mother Wen said "hey" worriedly, then stood up to stop her, but was stopped by Wen Fengchen beside her.

    "You, since the child really doesn't want to get engaged, and I think the second young master of the Fu family has a very clear attitude, why don't you just..."

    "What do you know."

    Wen Fengchen didn't seem to be in a hurry, he slowly put the teacup in his hand on the table, then sighed, and said, "This child has been well protected by us since he was a child, otherwise he would not have been because of Back then, she was devastated by that incident. How can she get out if she doesn't force it now?"

    "So, are you really going to run away from home?" Qin Sushan asked from the receiver.

    "Yes."

    Wen Ruan held the phone between her shoulders, busy cleaning her suitcase in her hand, and then dropped a series of inspirational remarks: "Actually, I have had this idea for a long time, if I really want to If you resist, you have to stand up first."

    Qin Sushan was quite moved: "For example?"

    "Silently disappeared in Tongcheng, and worked hard when everyone thought I disappeared. Three years later, I came back with a light on my back. At that time, I was no longer the Miss Vase in the eyes of others. , but is admired by thousands of people..."

    Qin Sushan interrupted: "Wait a minute, why do I think your word sounds familiar."

    Qin Sushan was silent for a while, unable to restrain herself from being amused by Wen Ruan.

    She leaned back and forth on the phone for a while, then shook her head and sighed: "But I didn't expect you to be called a vase, back in college, Your professional grades are the best in our school. Professor Su also said that you will definitely replace him as the most famous lawyer in Tongcheng..."

    Hearing this, Wen Ruan's hand paused and did not speak.

    Qin Sushan realized her gaffe: "...Ah, sorry."

    Three years ago, Wen Ruan just graduated.

    Almost everyone predicts that according to her ability, she will definitely become an industry leader in the legal profession.

    As everyone expected, the fledgling Wen Ruan won a beautiful victory in several lawsuits.

    Just…

    After a case, Wen Ruan resigned as a lawyer, and has never been in any legal-related work until now.

    "It's fine."

    Wen Ruan smiled and closed the suitcase. She sat cross-legged on the carpet against the edge of the bed, and said calmly, "Actually, this time, I'm going to Jiangcheng."

    Qin Sushan heard this, with some joy in her tone: "That's great, sister, you are finally ready to join me!"

    Since three years ago, this pair of girlfriends has been in a different place.

    Qin Sushan is a trainee lawyer in Jiangcheng. Wen Ruan, on the other hand, returned to the Wen family, and as the eldest daughter who did not worry about food and clothing, she occasionally went to the company to do errands.

    "No, Professor Su told me a few days ago that he opened a law firm and asked me if I wanted to help." Wen Ruan lowered his eyes and said softly, "I agreed. ."

    Professor Su is Wen Ruan's mentor, and has always cherished talents. He handed her an olive branch several times. Persuade her not to abandon her talents because of what happened in the past, but to learn to let go of some stubbornness and accept this profession again.

    Three years have passed, time can smooth out many things.

    My proudest moment is always when I stand in court.

    Wen Ruan had a lot of thoughts, and with the catalyst of the engagement, she felt more and more that if she relied on the Wen family, she could only be called Miss Wen family by others. , instead of the name Wen Ruan.

    Therefore, she has long intended to accept Professor Su's invitation.

    There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and after a long time, Qin Sushan was heard screaming in a high-pitched voice: "Sister! You finally figured it out! That lawsuit was not your responsibility at all! Woohoo Woo, as long as you come to Jiangcheng, I can provide you with free room and board!"

    Perhaps because of mentioning the old days, Wen Ruan's mood was inexplicably depressed, and she seemed a little lack of interest: "Thank you."

    But Qin Sushan was so moved by this rare opportunity to meet again after a long absence that she tried to hug Wen Ruan and cry over the phone.

    "We can also go see the pretty boy together!"

    "You can also dance!"

    "You can also come to our lawyer's office to see those handsome scumbags in suits!"

    Sven scum little handsome guy!

    Wen Ruan is happy.

    Her mood was adjusted for the most part by this series of words. After chatting with Qin Sushan for a while, she hung up the phone to book a ticket and rushed to Jiangcheng overnight.

    The tickets were sold out, so Wen Ruan rebooked the nearest train.

    Before leaving, she also said goodbye to Wen Fengchen: "See you in three years."

    Wen Fengchen: “…”

    When the train arrived in Jiangcheng, it was 7:30 in the morning.

    Wen Ruan rubbed her eyes and dragged her suitcase off the train. She stood at the gate of the train station and took out her mobile phone, ready to call a taxi to find a hotel first.

    The temperature difference between Tongcheng and Jiangcheng is quite large.

    At this moment, a somewhat rough voice rang in her ears.

    "You child, I found you! Come back with me!"

     Before Wen Ruan could react, she felt her arm being pulled vigorously. After staggering a few steps, he was pulled forward by the strange man in front of him.

    What?

    "You just graduated from high school, and you stole the college tuition your family gave you to play around, and you are going to find your boyfriend you met online! Who taught you to learn this bad thing! Look! I'll go back without breaking your legs!"

    Wen Ruan reacted almost instantly, and the drowsiness she still had left instantly disappeared.

    Trafficking in broad daylight?

    And I look like I just graduated from high school?

    Wen Ruan stopped, raised her voice and asked the people around for help: "Please help me call the police, he is a human trafficker."

    As soon as Wen Ruan finished saying this, a man and a woman gathered around him, ready to cooperate. While blocking her way, he tried to hide her voice.

    "We've been looking for you for so long, why are you so ignorant!"

    "Hey, go home quickly, your mother's eyes are red from crying at home, auntie I can't stand it anymore."

    "It's really worrying, your dad has worked so hard to support you for so many years!"

    Passers-by saw this posture, and some people who were very attentive came up and asked more: "Do you know this girl's name?"

    Who knew that the trafficker was not frightened at all, but said loudly: "How come I don't know my daughter's name! Her name is Wen Ruan! Gentle Wen, Ruan next to the ear!"

    Speaking, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ticket in Wen Ruan's hand, holding the corner of his ID number and handing it to someone else: "Come and see, the name is all right."

    Wen Ruan frowned slightly.

    It seems that this group of people has been staring at him for a long time, and just didn't know when he peeked at his ticket.

    Passers-by glanced at the names and saw that this group of traffickers were quite righteous, so they mumbled and took a few steps back.

    Without the involvement of the people around, this group of traffickers can easily drag Wen Ruan's small physique forward.

    Wen Ruan sighed.

    In fact, she is not too panic.

    Because I was afraid that when the group of traffickers in front of them picked targets, I guess I didn't expect that the interest class that Wen Ruan had been reporting to since elementary school was actually a karate class.

    Wen Fengchen's philosophy of educating his daughter has always been: when someone bullies you, you can hit him on the head with a pink shovel.

    That's why I developed Wen Ruan's thorny character.

    However, I am afraid that no other father would have such an idea except Wen Fengchen, his daughter who was just a little over 1.6 meters tall.

    Wen Ruan fixed her body, looked up at the three people beside her, and said in a low voice, "The highest sentencing standard for the crime of abduction and trafficking in women and children is the death penalty, so you have to be mentally prepared."

    "You kid, you're talking..."

    And when she hadn't shot, she suddenly heard a cold male voice behind her.

    "Stop."

    Like an ice blade covered with a layer of frost, just two words alone give people an undeniable pressure. The slightly cold voice was like a jade spring splashing in his ears.

    The next second, a well-joined hand grasped the shoulder of the celebrity dealer who was pushing Wen Ruan.

    The corners of Fu Zhihuan's clothes were flying, and his actions were decisive and cold.

    He straightened up, adjusted his collar casually, and looked down at Wen Ruan: "Call the police."

    The voice is cold and the face is clear.

    The whole body and even the hair seems to have hormones!

    Wen Ruan's heart suddenly slammed into a deer.

    This man!

    Several!

    Handsome!

    Wen Ruan has a wealthy family, and he has seen many stars at various parties, and he knows a lot of handsome guys.

    But she can pat her chest to make sure that the pretty boys she sees in the crowd are not enough for half a fraction of the person in front of her.

    The trafficker saw the accident, and subconsciously loosened his grip on Wen Ruan's wrist.

    Wen Ruan took advantage of the situation to break free, but took a few steps back under the push.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, took a half step forward, raised his hand to support Wen Ruan's back, and brought her slightly towards him.

    The distance suddenly gets closer.

    The surrounding air instantly became hot.

    Wen Ruan raised her head, but just bumped into Fu Zhihuan's eyes.

    Like a beam of light dispelling the mist in the dark night, the eyes of the two collided.

     Heartbeat only.

    Fu Zhihuan released his hand, lifted his eyelids, and let out a chuckle from his chest, with a magnetic ending.

    "Are you standing?"

    There was a buzzing sound in Wen Ruan's head and a heart beating suddenly. Fu Zhihuan's low-pitched tail sounds revolved and replayed in his mind, as if there were echoes incessantly.

    At this moment, there are only a few words in her heart—

    Fu! two! few! roll! Egg!

    Me! one! Certainly! want! and!

    Face! forward! of! Pretty! young!

    Talk! love! Love!

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