Chapter 5, The Tricks of Miss Ruan

Not to be published in the newspaper

Glancing at the time, Lu Qianyang crossed his arms and whistled towards Ruan Jiangxi on the path: "Confess for leniency, resist for severity"

Young Master Song, is it not enough for me to kneel? Did I not just take a wrong path? Is it truly such a grave sin? Qin Jiang wore a face of despair, gritted his teeth, took off his suit, and rolled up his sleeves to do hard labor

The narrow path winds around, and Ruan Jiangxi resides in the innermost small attic, somewhat secluded, contrasting with the bustling city, resembling a small town in the Jiangnan water region, with red walls and black tiles, exuding an ancient atmosphere

Song Ci lazily leaned against the car window and unreasonably commanded: "Hurry up."

"Uh?" The other party was clearly well-prepared. Has Song Ci given up resistance? Qin Jiang was somewhat uncertain about Song Ci's thoughts and tentatively asked, "There are quite a few reporters at the club today; they must have captured something. What about the media?"

By the time the car was pushed out halfway down the alley, Qin Jiang was already half dead, panting like a dog with his hands on his hips, still struggling to catch his breath. Inside the car, someone threw out a remark: "Too slow, call someone to tow the car."

Have you said enough

I understand. Qin Jiang is clear about this; it is impossible to leverage Song Shao to make headlines. Is Song Shao the kind of person who would engage in unspoken rules?

Qin Jiang could only swallow his belly full of questions, silently reversing the car, shifting into a steady gear, and rolling up the window. If Ruan Jiangxi saw them turning back and secretly following, it would be too embarrassing. He glanced at Young Master Song in the rearview mirror, whose expression seemed to be a mix of confusion and helplessness.

Song Ci remained unmoved: "Push."

Song Ci gazed intently, remaining silent, until the distant red figure was no longer visible before retracting her gaze: "Drive."

Lu Qianyang sat down next to her, leaned in, and deliberately whispered into Ruan Jiangxi's ear: "Song Ci." She was certain that her artist had some sort of entanglement with that young master from Xinan International.

Every time Ruan Jiangxi mentions the chubby dog named Song Ci, there is always an unusual tenderness in his淡淡的语气.

Lu Qianyang stood with one foot across the entrance of Ruan Jiangxi's home, exuding an air of authority: "It is already 11 o'clock, are you not going to explain yourself?"

I raised three dogs in succession, all named Song Ci, simply because I liked it? Lu Qianyang met Ruan Jiangxi's gaze, looked again and again, feeling somewhat certain, "Why do I feel like you've become obsessed?"

What is being explained? Ruan Jiangxi sat down on the ground and rubbed his slightly sore calves

I like that name. Her tone was calm and understated, as Ruan Jiangxi spoke softly, "I just really like that name."

Ruan Jiangxi walked slowly, lifting her skirt: "It's eleven o'clock, aren't you going back?"

Outside the few paths behind the small building, a high-performance gray Lamborghini is caught in a predicament, surrounded on all sides and facing a dilemma

Qin Jiang's eyes widened in disbelief: "Young Master Song, this seems a bit inappropriate, doesn't it?" As the car was about to exit the alley, he was certain that tomorrow he wouldn't even be able to pick up chopsticks. Trying to negotiate, he said, "Young Master Song, how about I make a call to have someone come over to handle this? You still have documents to review tonight, right? Let's not delay here; I can call someone to take you over right now."

Enough. Qin Jiang immediately fell silent, unable to understand whether Song Shao was angry because the car was stuck, because he had lost track of someone, or because he had spoken ill of Miss Ruan. While he was pondering this, the icy voice of Young Master Song rang in his ears, "Push the car"

The ice blade struck, and Qin Jiang felt a chill. He opened the car door and was about to get out, only to find that the door was jammed against the wall on the left side.

Qin Jiang nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood, coughing so hard that he could hardly catch his breath. He dared to bet that Song Ci did it on purpose! It was revenge! Was it really necessary just because he lost a girl? Was it really necessary?

Ruan Jiangxi is concealing.

She stood up, lifted the hem of her overly long skirt, brushed off the dust from her red dance dress, and casually said: "Song Ci is still at Gu Bai's house, I am worried. There are many women there, and Song Ci does not like perfume"

Lu Qianyang jumped up and shouted inside: "Ruan Jiangxi, what tricks are you playing? Is it some kind of unspoken rule?"

Indeed, it is a case of being possessed by obsession; Ruan Jiangxi has never behaved so unusually before

Lu Qianyang has repeatedly insisted that Ruan Jiangxi move out of this desolate place where not even a bird can survive, and it's bad enough that cars cannot drive in, but one can easily get disoriented just trying to navigate around it

Qin Jiang was startled and almost pressed the accelerator instead of the brake. He turned back, looking at his boss in confusion: "Song Shao, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to get close and be taken advantage of?"

Well

"Follow her, but do not get too close." Song Ci closed his eyes, clearly unwilling to say more.

Hmph, with her years of experience as a paparazzo, she has already caught the scent of infidelity

Have you come to your senses? Only then did Lu Qianyang feel satisfied, saying, "Then why not come clean about it."

Song Ci valued words as precious as gold, only discarding three words: "Get lost"

Qin Jiang had a mournful expression, his teeth nearly grinding to dust

Qin Jiang turned his head: "Young Master Song, should I investigate this woman? She seems to have ulterior motives and her intentions are not simple." He spoke very tactfully, feeling that the term 'seduction' was too degrading for his boss's status.

Qin Jiang, who has always been well-mannered, couldn't help but curse. Taking a few deep breaths, he squeezed out of the cramped space of the car, his suit all wrinkled and disheveled. Not to mention how awkward he looked, he couldn't help but complain, "What kind of road is Miss Ruan taking? What kind of place is this? Why is she, a young lady, not taking the usual path? I—"

Qin Jiang surveyed the terrain once more; the vehicle could neither advance nor turn, completely stuck and utterly disheartened: "Young Master Song, the car cannot be reversed out." He cautiously glanced at the man in the back seat, whose expression had darkened to an alarming degree.

Lu Qianyang immediately forgot about the important matter and couldn't help but complain: "Ruan Jiangxi, you really don't understand your fat dog at all. It doesn't like perfume, but apart from bacon, its favorite is women, okay? Rest assured, it would be intoxicated in the arms of tenderness. " Lu Qianyang had endless points to criticize about that fat dog. Taking a breath, he stopped and said, "Now don't change the subject, please tell me clearly and plainly why your dog shares the same name as Young Master Song from Xinan International. Don't give me some melodramatic excuse about it being a coincidence; I have already seen through the trickery with my keen eyes. So, " he snorted, looking utterly shameless, "Come clean!"

The clear and beautiful eyes seem somewhat detached, like the ripples of a deep well, with no end in sight.

Ruan Jiangxi nodded, the moonlight blurred the contours of the silhouette, creating a somewhat ethereal atmosphere

The voice was as cold as ice, the boss was angry, and the consequences were severe

"So troublesome." Song Ci did not even lift her eyelashes, her eyes half-closed, her expression difficult to discern

Ruan Jiangxi slightly raised her lips, a smile barely visible at the corners of her mouth: "I am going to take a shower, please close the door when you leave." She stood up and went straight into the room

We will definitely meet again. She turned around and walked down the street lined with streetlights, the wind was very cold, and she hugged her arms, letting the red skirt spread across the ground.

Qin Jiang was very frustrated, damn it! What kind of place is this? A one-way street is one thing, and he could overlook the potholes, but what is up with that wall that is two people high on the opposite side? Is the director of the traffic bureau living off someone else's earnings?

Return the car

No one has ever disturbed the calm waters in Song Dashao's eyes, but Ruan Jiangxi is the first exception