Volume 1 Chapter 7: Are You a Saint?
“Judging by the tone, does Jiang Song know Team Leader Ruan?”
“Not just know—they’re probably very close!”
“So Jiang Song was really invited by Ruan Wan?”
“I have a bold idea—could Team Leader Ruan’s husband actually be Young Master Jiang?”
“Don’t say it! Seriously, don’t say it! Guangguang’s husband has never made an appearance—it really could be possible!”
“I told you, the world is one giant romance novel!”
“…”
—“What nonsense are you all talking about!”
An untimely, sharp voice cut through the gossiping crowd.
It was Gao Yue.
She glared fiercely at Ruan Wan’s workstation, gritting her teeth as she said, “What status does Ruan Wan have to even know Young Master Jiang? Young Master Jiang was clearly invited by Yu Ying!”
“Yu Ying, isn’t that right!”
Gao Yue turned around, only to see Lin Yuying’s face deathly pale.
“Yu… Yu Ying, are you okay?”
Lin Yuying didn’t answer. Pressing her lips tightly together, she pushed aside Gao Yue, who was fussing over her, and ran out, ignoring the astonished gazes of everyone around.
Gao Yue, shoved so abruptly, felt her pride wounded.
But as a professional sycophant, her excellent professional instincts kicked in. Instead of getting angry, she redirected her anger toward Ruan Wan.
How could Ruan Wan’s husband be Young Master Jiang!
It must be that Ruan Wan, relying on her looks, flirted while applying the medicine, seducing Young Master Jiang into speaking up for her!
Even after getting married, she’s still so shameless—utterly despicable!
Gao Yue mentally cursed Ruan Wan with every insult she could think of. Then she recalled that in all the time she’d known Ruan Wan, her husband had never once appeared. Even during a team-building event when Ruan Wan drank too much, she took a taxi home by herself—no one came to pick her up.
It was truly strange.
An absurd thought popped into Gao Yue’s head—could Jiang Song really be…
She immediately called a relative who worked in the marriage registration archives and asked them to look up information about Ruan Wan’s husband.
The result: Ruan Wan’s name wasn’t in the marriage records!
At that moment, Gao Yue felt like a detective in a mystery novel, countless scenes flashing behind her.
Why had Ruan Wan’s husband never appeared?
Why did Ruan Wan rarely mention her husband?
Because she was a secret mistress, someone who couldn’t be seen in the light!
Gao Yue trembled with excitement!
She immediately contacted a detective agency and asked them to tail Ruan Wan, gathering evidence of her being a mistress.
【Professional Detective Team】: 300,000.
【Gao Yue】: …How much?
【Professional Detective Team】: We’re professionals. Guaranteed results within three days.
Gla Yue gritted her teeth and transferred the money.
If she could help Lin Yuying eliminate her biggest threat, the rewards from a wealthy young lady’s fingertips would far exceed 300,000.
Besides, she wanted everyone to see—to see how the always aloof Team Leader Ruan secretly hooked up with men!
Meanwhile, Ruan Wan was standing in the lobby of Mingkong Group’s headquarters.
The bright, sleek lobby bustled with people, many glancing curiously at her, mistaking her for a celebrity or artist there for a promotional visit.
During this time, Ruan Wan’s phone kept vibrating with messages from Jiang Song.
【Jiang Song】: Angry?
【Jiang Song】: You only have a temper with me. That Lin woman is your family’s maid’s daughter, right? She’s been parading around using your identity—how can you stand that?
“…”
Ruan Wan turned off her screen without replying.
Admittedly, Jiang Song was a very clever man, skilled at manipulating her emotions.
Sometimes cold, sometimes warm, now distant, now close—like a drifting, unpredictable cloud.
It was unclear when the rain had started, or when it had cleared.
It kept one’s heart constantly filled with thoughts of him, longing for him, missing him.
If this were a dating sim game, he would undoubtedly be the best target to pursue.
—”Miss Ruan, please go back. Our boss is on a business trip and isn’t in the country.”
The receptionist put down the internal phone and explained to Ruan Wan.
Ruan Wan wasn’t discouraged, a gentle smile curling at the corners of her lips.
“Thank you, I’ll come again tomorrow.”
Her smile was as refreshing as a spring breeze. The receptionist blinked and kindly reminded her, “There’s no need to come tomorrow. Our boss won’t be back until Thursday.”
Thursday again.
Ruan Wan thought of Li Yuan, who had also said he would return on Thursday, and wondered if the two might be on the same flight.
She curved her eyes into crescents. “Thank you, little sister. You’re so kind.”
The receptionist blushed.
Anyone would feel elated to be praised by such a stunning beauty. The girl offered, “You can add me on WeChat. When our boss comes to the company, I can contact you so you don’t have to make unnecessary trips.”
Unexpectedly, there was an extra benefit.
Ruan Wan added the receptionist’s WeChat, waved goodbye, and left.
Mingkong’s main business was drones, which seemed unrelated to motorcycles.
But they were about to launch a helmet-mounted targeting drone that could be controlled via motion sensing to follow the user. Initially popular among motorcycle enthusiasts, it was later requisitioned by the state.
As for the interviewees—
She had contacted motorcycle enthusiasts she knew from her time studying abroad, and they were all willing to help, including some internationally renowned top racers.
Ruan Wan glanced at her watch. It was already noon.
Nearby, there was a private kitchen noodle shop with excellent food, serving freshly made hand-pulled noodles. Located in the busiest CBD of Jiangcheng, office workers tired of cafeteria lunches often came here for a change of taste.
Every seat was taken, and sharing tables was common.
Ruan Wan ordered a bowl of their signature tomato beef noodles. The broth was rich, and the smooth, chewy noodles were thoroughly coated in the flavorful soup.
She had only taken a few bites when two girls sat down beside her.
The girl with bangs sighed, “Girl, I’m really blown away. You know what? Today, I helped our CEO receive a package—a fountain pen.”
“What’s so special about a fountain pen?”
“It’s a fountain pen worth over 200,000 yuan.”
“How much?!”
Their conversation drifted into Ruan Wan’s ears, and her mind stirred. Her gaze swept over the work badge hanging around the bangs girl’s neck.
It bore the Li Corporation logo.
Clearly, the CEO she was referring to was Li Minglan.
As for that 200,000-yuan fountain pen—
If she wasn’t mistaken, it was likely the one Ruan Wan had seen in the store yesterday. Carved entirely from rose gold, it was beautiful but undeniably extravagant for a pen.
At the time, she had wondered who would buy such an expensive pen.
Now she knew who would buy such an expensive pen.
After lunch, Ruan Wan stopped by to queue for osmanthus cakes. Just as she was hailing a taxi on the roadside to return to the magazine office, she ran into the bangs girl again.
The girl was in a hurry, holding an exquisitely wrapped bag, and said apologetically, “Miss, I have an urgent matter. My boss asked me to deliver something. Could you let me have this taxi? Please, please~”
Ruan Wan nodded. “Sure.”
The girl’s eyes lit up, and she clasped her hands in gratitude. “You’re beautiful and kind-hearted. May you make a fortune!”
Then she hurriedly got into the car, her voice crisp and clear: “Driver, please take me to the Research Institute!”
Research Institute.
Shen Zhizhi’s workplace was the research institute.
So, that pen was given to Shen Zhizhi by Li Minglan.
Not surprising at all.
The afternoon sun was bright, casting a lush green glow over the plane trees.
But for some reason, it was hard to hail a taxi today, and the ride-hailing app showed a long queue.
After waiting for a while, a flashy orange Rolls-Royce Cullinan pulled up in front of her.
The passenger-side window slowly rolled down, revealing Jiang Song’s face. He glanced at Ruan Wan’s high heels and quipped, “You managed to get a taxi but gave it up to someone else—are you a saint or something?”