My Groom Ran Away

Bentley drove slowly into the villa area in the east of the city and stopped at the courtyard gate of Ruan's old house.

The two got out of the car, and the driver held them politely.

And Cheng Yuelin slowly followed her back into the old house one after another.

As soon as he walked in, Uncle Liu, the butler, greeted him.

Taking the gift from the driver, he looked at Ruan Zhiyin respectfully and said, "Miss, Mr. Ji is also coming to see the master."

Mr. Ji in Bo Liu's mouth is Ji Yijun, the adopted son of Grandpa Ruan. Adopted by the Ruan family at the age of twelve, he is said to be the son of an old friend, but there are also rumors that he is an illegitimate child.

To avoid suspicion, Ji Yijun moved out of Ruan's house when he was an adult, and only occasionally came back to visit Grandpa Ruan. After Ruan Zhiyin returned to Ruan's house, he didn't see him much, so he was not familiar with him.

Just thinking about it, Ji Yijun paced downstairs.

Ruan Zhiyin nodded politely: "Uncle."

"Yeah." Ji Yijun answered faintly, his eyes shifted slightly, and looked at the person next to her, "Cheng."

Cheng Yuelin shook hands with Ji Yijun in a leisurely manner. His dark eyes looked back with a smile: "You don't have to be polite, just call your name."

Ji Yijun didn't respond, looking at Ruan Zhiyin: "Uncle Ruan just woke up, you can lead Mr. Cheng over, I'll go first."

After speaking, he stroked Yuelin nodded slightly.

As soon as I was about to leave, I felt like I suddenly remembered something, and looked back and smiled: "I almost forgot, I wish you all a happy wedding."

Only then did Ruan Zhiyin remember. Gu Linlang said that Ji Yijun attended the wedding yesterday, but left after the ceremony.

For some reason, she felt that there was an inexplicable familiarity between Ji Yijun and Cheng Yuelin. But Ji Yijun and them have a difference in seniority, and they have not heard of any intersection between them.

The thoughts are just a turn, and they are quickly put away.

Ruan Zhiyin led Cheng Yuelin upstairs.

Two months ago, Grandpa Ruan suddenly found an advanced stage of lung cancer. Because of her age, the doctor euphemistically suggested conservative treatment, but everyone understood what this meant.

Grandpa Ruan was very open, saying that he had lived to the age of old age, and at most regretted that his granddaughter hadn't married yet. So knowing that there was a contradiction, she and Qin Ju decided to get married.

At yesterday's wedding, Ruan Zhiyin was not only disappointed with Qin Yue, but also anger towards Lin Cheng and Lin Jingfei for not caring about his grandfather's body.

After all, the doctor had asked,

The old man can't get excited.

When he walked outside the door, Ruan Zhiyin was about to knock on the door, but suddenly stopped, his slender fingertips hesitated to put away, and then gently tore off the man's cuff.

Cheng Yuelin lowered her head, her gaze fell on her round fingertips that stopped at the cuffs, her eyes were dark and dark, and she immediately stared at her indifferently.

Ruan Zhiyin let go and discussed with him in a low voice: "Do you think...Should we pretend to be closer?"

"Pretend?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes rolled slightly, "What do you want?"

Ruan Zhiyin pursed his lips and stretched out a hand towards him.

The hands are as slender as green onions, and the nails are crystal clear.

Perceiving the other party's idle eyes, she frowned solemnly and persuaded: "Although you have been wronged, but the show must be performed well, and I will try my best to make up for it. At the wedding yesterday, you didn't..."

Ruan Zhiyin wanted to say that he also kissed himself yesterday, even though it was just the corner of his mouth. But on another thought, she was absent-minded at the time, and he kissed her not only as a host’s request, but also to help her in acting to prevent a stalemate.

Who is not in the business world?

But he even had to bring an assistant to attend the banquet, which shows how repelling physical contact with the opposite **** is.

After all, she had to wrong him.

So instantly lost confidence.

"What's wrong with me?" Cheng Yuelin's eyebrows drooped, his tone of voice was slightly paused, and he sneered pointedly, "However, I am indeed wronged."

The corners of the man's lips were filled with a weird smile, as if reluctantly, but the warm and generous palms naturally held her, and the other hand knocked on the door.

A hoarse old voice came: "Come in."

The two opened the door and walked in hand in hand.

In the room, the old man leaned against the bed.

His face was haggard and thin, but he was still energetic. When he saw his granddaughter, he smiled kindly: "The sound is here."

Ruan Zhiyin nodded, walked to the bed and carefully supported the pillow behind him, and then introduced him: "Grandpa, this is Cheng Yuelin, we... just got married."

Grandpa Ruan narrowed his eyes, his face a little dark: "I heard Uncle Liu say, Qin Ju—"

Before he finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Yuelin on the side, sighed, and stopped talking.

Ruan Zhiyin shrinks his palm, then smiles, and naturally apologizes: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, but I agreed to marry Qin Ju just because of the marriage contract. I don't want to sweep you and Grandpa Qin... I have no feelings with Qin Ju."

In the eyes of everyone, she and Qin Yue are indeed tied together because of this marriage contract. As for foreign affairs, outsiders don't know.

She has repeatedly done psychological construction, and at this moment, she is calm and calm, telling her own set of ‘Consummation’ rhetoric.

When talking about ‘true love’, I looked at the man next to him ‘warmly’, but fortunately, the other party was still cooperative.

"...So you don't have to worry about me. Or do you really want me to be trapped in this marriage contract for a lifetime?"

Uncle Liu had already told Grandpa Ruan in advance according to Ruan Zhiyin's instructions, but the other party still had doubts.

Seeing her look relaxed at the moment, his eyes were smiling, the old man's eyes fell on the hands of the two clasped, and he sighed. He didn't say anything any more, and greeted the two of them to sit down.

"Mr. Cheng, right? You look familiar."

Cheng Yuelin met the old man's gaze, and replied in a clear voice: "My father is Cheng Fengsheng."

Grandpa Ruan recalled for a few seconds and nodded silently.

Then, he looked at Ruan Zhiyin and said warmly: "Yinyin, go and see if the meal is ready? Let Uncle Liu come up and call us later."

Ruan Zhiyin knew that Grandpa wanted to distract him, but he couldn't refuse. Only secretly gave Cheng Yuelin a look, and then got up and walked out of the room.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went downstairs, he saw Lin Cheng.

The man Ruan Lingfang favors naturally looks good. Lin Cheng has thick eyebrows and big eyes, even in his middle age, he is still somewhat refined and mature.

The two of them had just torn their faces on the phone. Lin Cheng gave up his former amiable appearance, and his eyes were gloomy: "Yinyin, didn't Cheng always come back with you?"

"He is talking to Grandpa."

Ruan Zhiyin looked back indifferently.

"Oh, your play is done well in reverse."

After all, he was unwilling to waste the exchange of interests with the Yan family, but this was in the old house, and he couldn't really argue with the father's beloved granddaughter.

His sight fell on Ruan Zhiyin’s Qingyan face. He thought about it for a moment and then suddenly said: “Yinyin, although the Qin family’s marriage is gone, but when you and Mr. Cheng are divorced, your uncle will find another good marriage for you. Lin Zhe I like you very much, even if the old man is not there in the future, I will let him treat you well."

Lin Cheng knew a little bit about Cheng Yuelin.

His father went bankrupt and went to jail, but he stood up in just a few years with ruthless methods and only profit in his eyes. For this kind of person, if the benefits in marriage are exhausted, it should come to an end.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will not shake a man who is cruel enough. Besides, the other party had come for profit, and he must have set a countdown with his niece.

He had some feelings for his deceased wife, Ruan Zhiyin was at peace, and he would not be embarrassed. Marrying a nephew also counts as complete love. Although he is not rich and noble, but he will protect a little bit.

Ruan Zhiyin knew that Lin Cheng was warning her that when her grandfather was gone, she could only rely on this uncle. Although he participated in disturbing the marriage between her and the Qin family, he still has to consider clearly whether he really wants to fight him.

"Uncle, does Qin Ju know that you compare Lin Zhe with him in your heart?" Ruan Zhiyin sneered, then lowered his voice, "Besides, what does Lin Zhe like about me? Do you like me stabbing him back then?"

These years, Lin Zhe trembles with fear when he sees her, Jiang Anzheng always feels that Lin Zhe is afraid that something is wrong with her. In fact, he feels right, something is indeed wrong.

Lin Cheng heard her late words and opened his eyes wide: "You! You did it on purpose back then!"

He thought that Ruan Zhiyin's temperament changed a lot because the marriage failed, but he never expected that the sleepwalking she said when she was young and hurting people was false. So for so many years, she did deliberately pretend to be that harmless and dull.

Although Lin Zhe was only a skinny wound back then, he was really frightened by Ruan Zhiyin. It's just that after all, the nephew's reason is first, and Lin Cheng is not easy to pursue it.

Ruan Zhiyin looked at Lin Cheng's shocked pupils blankly, thinking that he shouldn't be so surprised.

The children who grew up in the orphanage are sensitive and are the best at observing words and colors. The dean's mother is kind to the children, but she doesn't want them to be too simple. The helpless duckweed is aware of malice, how can he not consider self-protection?

It is ridiculous that Lin Zhe, who was stabbed by her back then, was given an enviable job by Qin Ju just because of Lin Jingfei's few words. How absurd.

During the quarrel that day, Qin Ju said that she had become mean, maybe it was not a lie. He only likes her ‘kind and well-behaved’, and she doesn’t pretend or even know how to grow up.

His world is full of sunshine, which makes her yearn for, but also repels her. She tried her best, but she still failed.

Putting away the emotions in his heart, Ruan Zhiyin no longer talked with each other and went directly to the restaurant.

When the meal arrives, the dishes are naturally ready. She was about to ask Uncle Liu to call someone, when the door suddenly opened, Cheng Yuelin bent slightly and helped Grandpa Ruan downstairs.

Lin Cheng, who had just sat down in the living room, hurriedly greeted him and helped Grandpa Ruan to sit down at the main seat of the dining table.

The food was brought to the table, and the four of them took their seats one after another.

Grandpa Ruan was in a good mood, and his depressed face was trembling. He laughed and said, "Today is a family dinner, so don't be restrained by Yuelin."

"Grandpa don't worry." The man responded with a grin.

Ruan Zhiyin stared at Cheng Yuelin's profile face, a little surprised. He didn't expect that he could be patient to please his grandfather.

Suddenly thinking that he was growing up with his grandfather, it was clear to my heart. Although it was a deal between the two, he'did his duty' far beyond expectation.

Lin Cheng caught this scene in his eyes, and after a while, he suddenly said, "Dad, I have something to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Grandpa Ruan looked at Lin Cheng.

"Yinyin said that the Beicheng project should be given to Lin Heng. The company has been preparing for this project for so long, and it is a bit capricious. It is not easy for shareholders to explain it."

In Lin Cheng's words, it was Ruan Zhiyin's own proposition that harmed Ruan's interests. What's more, it also hints at Cheng Yuelin's motives for getting married.

Grandpa Ruan pondered for a while, but nodded: "The project was given to Yinyin, and Yuelin is the grandson-in-law of the Ruan family. This project is too hard for Ruan to do, so it's better to let Lin Heng do it."

Lin Cheng's complexion was slightly stagnant. He didn't expect Grandpa Ruan to react like this, half-jokingly said: "Dad, only saw Mr. Cheng's first face, so did you favor your grandson-in-law?"

Grandpa Ruan frowned, seemingly unhappy.

Cheng Yuelin put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes in a leisurely manner, leaned back lazily, and asked indifferently: "Who said that Lin Heng is going to develop the North City project alone?"

Lin Cheng didn't know the meaning of his words, was dazed for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Ruan Zhiyin beside him.

Cheng Yuelin turned his head along the opponent's line of sight, those peach eyes brewing an indulgent tenderness, but his voice was calm and light: "It turns out that the sound is so... towards me."

Ruan Zhiyin: "..."

The man deliberately emphasized the syllable, so that she instantly understood his subtext: drama, always perform well.

Then, he looked at Shang Lin Cheng with a plain tone: "Lin Heng only participates in the preliminary development and investment, and the rest of the work is still done by Ruan."

Everyone was surprised as soon as this remark came out.

Cheng Yuelin said that, it means that he will only get part of the income from Lin Heng's investment share. Although Nguyen has contributed a lot, he also solved the dilemma of insufficient funds.

Of course he is not at a loss, but the question is, why is he so kind to share money with Nguyen Thi?

When Ruan Zhiyin saw his grandfather's eyes full of relief, Lin Cheng's eyes were suspicious and secretly calculated. He choked for a while, and nodded his head with a calm expression: "Yes, he's right."

No matter what conditions Cheng Yuelin has left, will she refuse the benefits given to her at this moment?

of course not.

—

Landbridge City, airport lobby.

With roars from far to near, the flight slowly landed. At the exit of the domestic arrival, Zhai Xu was waiting at the front with a package of documents.

Special Assistant Zhai, who has never changed his face, has a faintly uneasy expression at this moment.

Until the two familiar figures appeared, Zhai Xu hurried forward and took over the little luggage in the hands of the boss.

Landbridge is no cooler than Beiyao. Qin Ju was only wearing a light blue shirt at this time, and his suit was placed on his arms.

The Qingjun's face looked indifferent, and he walked out of the airport lobby with high strides, and Jiang Anzheng sat on the black Maybach, which was parked not far from the exit.

When the flight took off, the weather was not so good, and there was a bumpy air flow on the way.

Qin Ju rubbed his temples lightly now, suppressing the discomfort: "Give me the urgent documents of the company first."

Zhai Xu breathed a sigh of relief, opened the briefcase and handed over the top few documents, carefully examining the boss's expression.

All of these documents were sent electronically yesterday, and Qin Yue just opened a few glances and signed them quickly.

Then he gave it to Zhai Xu again, paused slightly, and asked, "Did she contact you?"

It goes without saying who she is referring to.

Zhai Xu's face suddenly tightened, and he thoughtfully replied: "Miss Ruan didn't take the initiative to contact me."

Ruan Zhiyin did not take the initiative to contact him, but he took the initiative to contact Ruan Zhiyin.

Qin's mother Fang Weilan learned of what Ruan Zhiyin had done yesterday and asked him to inform Miss Ruan to see her early in the morning. But after he dialed the phone, the other party's tone was cold--

"Qin Yue and I have nothing to do. Maybe Mrs. Qin should contact Lin Jingfei."

He didn't dare to repeat these words, pulling away from his immersed thoughts, Zhai Xu really saw the boss frowning at the moment.

Jiang Anzheng looked at Zhai Xu's hesitation, raised his chin slightly, and smiled: "Why, is it possible that Ruan Zhiyin is really making a noise to cancel the wedding?"

Feeling that his friend’s words were a bit harsh, Qin Ju looked at it with dissatisfaction. Before speaking, he heard the assistant speak stiffly—

"That's not true."

Qin Ju faintly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ruan Zhiyin's cell phone couldn't get through all the time, and he was anxious for fear of her accident, so he had to call Gu Linlang. Although the other party's attitude was not good, he said that Ruan Zhiyin was very good, and then hung up the phone.

This time, he made the mistake first. Although there was a reason for it, as long as she didn't mess around with him about canceling the marriage and breaking up, he would always apologize to her.

Jiang Anzheng seemed to be ridiculed when he heard it, and even couldn't help saying something in his heart, as expected.

Ruan Zhiyin pretended to tell Qin Ju about the dissolution of the marriage contract yesterday, but in the end, he silently swallowed the bitter fruit and took the words back.

Jiang Anzheng doesn't know if she will marry Qin Ju afterwards. But it is certain that this talk of the groom's escape from marriage is destined to never end.

As soon as Zhai Xu saw the expressions of the two of them, he knew that they had misunderstood, and gritted his teeth and said: "Miss Ruan did not want to cancel the wedding, but..."

Qin Yue couldn't help frowning when he saw the assistant's rare hesitation, "But what?"

Zhai Xu took a deep breath to encourage himself, meditating silently that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and blurted out a long string of words—

"Yesterday's wedding was not cancelled, but Miss Ruan changed a groom on the spot! Most of the guests went there, and the ceremony was not lost. At the end of the wedding night, Miss Ruan sat with the groom's Bentley and left without looking back."

He who rushed to hurriedly ignored him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhai Xu saw that the gentle boss of the past squeezed his hand on the frame of his glasses and suddenly stopped.

A few seconds later, the white and slender hand joints were raised, the jaw line was tight, the cheeks seemed to move slightly, and the deep and ink eyes seemed to be about to roll up a violent storm.

He stared at Zhai Xu, his voice was as cold as winter icicles on a hot day: "What did you say?"