Wrong Marriage Surprise Marriage: Jing Shao Chasing His Wife, Please Line Up

The weather in Mangcheng is as fickle as a woman's mind. In the morning it was still sunny, but in the afternoon it was covered with dark clouds and light rain began to fall.

By the time Ruan Qianya got off work, the light rain had turned into pouring rain.

Ruan Qianya and Jing Yihong walked out of the company together, looking at the heavy rain outside, Jing Yihong suggested: "Otherwise, I'll see you off."

Ruan Qianya was about to refuse, but Jing Yihong had already opened the umbrella, but before the umbrella hit her head, Ruan Qianya was pulled into another embrace by a powerful arm.

Fu Zhirong raised his eyes, his voice was as cold as the rain: "My girlfriend won't be taken care of by Mr. Jing."

"I just care about my subordinates. This is a matter of course. Mr. Fu is not polite." Jing Yihong's words were a little more provocative.

"Caring about your subordinates?" Fu Zhirong smiled sarcastically, "Then how does Boss Jing care about Qi Sheng's thousands of employees?"

"What's more, it's off-duty time now, she is no longer your subordinate." Fu Zhirong's hand on Ruan Qianya's shoulder tightened again.

Ruan Qianya leaned obediently in Fu Zhirong's arms, and cooperated with him in performing this loving scene in front of Jing Yihong.

Jing Yihong knew Ruan Qianya's thoughts clearly, but there was still jealousy in his eyes, which was clearly captured by Fu Zhirong.

In front of Jing Yihong, Fu Zhirong intentionally sent Ruan Qianya into the car intimately under an umbrella.

Seeing Fu Zhirong's car leave with his own eyes, the light in Jing Yihong's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he sighed worriedly.

The black Maybach galloped on a rainy night, splashing water where the wheels passed.

Fu Zhirong stared straight ahead, his face was cold, and in the silent carriage, his voice was a bit abrupt: "Why didn't you refuse?"

"What?" Ruan Qianya was startled for a moment, her blank eyes were full of doubts, as if she didn't understand the meaning of Fu Zhirong's words.

With rare patience, Fu Zhirong asked again and again: "When he said he wanted to take you home, why didn't you refuse?"

"Are you starting to waver towards him?" Fu Zhirong's voice became a little colder, mixed with annoyance.

Ruan Qianya looked at Fu Zhirong helplessly when she heard that she was asking about it, "How could you give me a chance to refuse? Before I even opened my mouth, you just said everything for me."

Fu Zhirong was stunned for a moment, and after carefully recalling the scene at that time, he realized that he seemed to be too sensitive.

He coughed lightly and reminded: "In short, stay away from him after you get off work."

The doubts in Ruan Qianya's heart were all written on her face, "I don't approach him, how can I help you get Qi Sheng's secret?"

He was the one who sent her to Jing Yihong with his own hands.

Fu Zhirong didn't answer her, and suddenly fell silent, driving the car without saying a word.

Ruan Qianya didn't get an answer, and lowered her head angrily.

With only two days left before the International Fashion Week, Ruan Qianya knew that she had to find a suitable opportunity.

Back at the hotel, Ruan Qianya walked into the bathroom for the first time, adjusted the water temperature to the lowest, gritted her teeth, and poured cold water on herself.

If she wanted to check Fu Zhirong's computer, she needed to find a suitable reason to stay at home so as not to be suspected by Fu Zhirong.

And sickness is the most difficult excuse to be suspected.

After flushing with cold water for half an hour, Ruan Qianya staggered out of the bathroom, her face was blue and her whole body was trembling.

She wrapped herself in the quilt, her hands and feet were cold, her limbs and bones radiated a chill, and her head gradually became dizzy.

In a blur of consciousness, Ruan Qianya saw Fu Zhirong walk in, and when she saw her like this, she ran out in a panic, and when she came in again, she was accompanied by Dr. Li.

"How is she?" Ruan Qianya was half unconscious, she did not see the anxiety and worry in Fu Zhirong's eyes.

Dr. Li put down his stethoscope, and answered unhurriedly: "The problem is not serious. It should be just that it rained today, and the cold air brought back the old illness. Take some medicine and recuperate for a few days and you will be fine."

Hearing Dr. Li's words, Ruan Qianya was very grateful for the sudden heavy rain, which gave her a suitable excuse.

Fu Zhirong breathed a sigh of relief, and after Dr. Li left, he stayed by Ruan Qianya's side every step of the way.

At the beginning, Ruan Qianya was trying to keep herself awake, but after Dr. Li left, she relaxed her vigilance, her head sank, and she fell into darkness completely.

Knowing that Ruan Qianya was fine, Fu Zhirong stayed by Ruan Qianya's side all night.

She was very well-behaved when she was asleep, but her frowning revealed uneasiness, which made people want to protect.

Fu Zhirong raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, his cold eyes gradually softened.

It was already the next morning when Ruan Qianya woke up, the room was empty, and she was the only one.

Feeling weak in hands and feet, Ruan Qianya pushed herself out of bed and pushed open the door, only to see Fu Zhirong standing in the corridor on the phone, discussing fashion week matters.

Fu Zhirong caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure from the corner of his eye, turned around subconsciously, saw that it was Ruan Qianya, whispered something into the phone, then hung up the phone, and walked towards Ruan Qianya.

"How do you feel? Where is it uncomfortable?"

Ruan Qianya smiled weakly, "I have no strength in my body and my head is groggy. I'm afraid I won't be able to follow Jing Yihong to the Fashion Week."

Fu Zhirong paused, then comforted her and said, "It's okay, even if he gets a temporary quota, he won't be able to cause any trouble, I can handle it myself."

His hand rested lightly on Ruan Qianya's shoulder, Ruan Qianya trembled suddenly, subconsciously wanted to avoid but did not move.

It's just that this subtle movement was noticed by Fu Zhirong.

Fu Zhirong said lightly: "I'm going to the airport to fly abroad now, I'm not here, you take care of yourself."

Ruan Qianya nodded obediently, she watched Fu Zhirong's car leave with her own eyes, her dim eyes lit up instantly, and hurried into Fu Zhirong's room, his computer was still on the desktop.

Jing Yihong is on the plane in the afternoon, if she finds evidence now, there is still time to hand it over to Jing Yihong.

Nervously opening Fu Zhirong's computer, Ruan Qianya clicked on the encrypted folder, but failed after several attempts.

Fu Zhirong's words suddenly flashed in her mind: "I am the only one you can trust, and you are the only one I can..."

She clenched her fists, slowly spread her five fingers, and typed her initials on the keyboard by accident, and it was actually correct!

Ruan Qianya was stunned for a while, it was a real surprise, does Fu Zhirong's actions mean that he still attaches great importance to her?
Ruan Qianya shook her head, stopped these messy thoughts, and focused on opening the folder, which contained all of Fu Zhirong's criminal evidence.

Stealing blueprints, arranging a kidnapping case, rescuing the suspect Ruan Feiyu, hiding weapons, etc., are enough for Fu Zhirong to get out of prison.