The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Rong Ling lay down on the bed, and couldn't get down again.

Her knees—even after kneeling for several days, she didn't even have the strength to stand up, and she often suffered from pain at night.

On the day of Rong Yuanyun's burial, Rong Ling finally felt better, but she didn't have the courage to get up when she heard the suona screaming outside, she just let her tears wet the pillow.

The dead die forever, but the living continue on.

According to Rong Yuanyun's last wish, Mrs. Rong and his wife changed their name to Zhong Shuyi as a foster daughter, and Zhong Shuyi called them foster father and foster mother.

When Zhong Shuyi got married, he chose an auspicious day, and he changed his identity before the marriage certificate was notarized, and he didn't have to go through the court procedure.

Mr. Rong is still busy with business matters, and Mrs. Rong, although she is frowning all day long, can still cheer up a bit when it comes time to play cards.

It seemed that Rong Ling was the only one who couldn't get out of the grief of Rong Yuanyun's death.

The teaching in the school is also boring, and Ye Wangshu is also speechless when they meet each other.

Until this day, when Rong Ling came home on the weekend and was lazily feeding the fish by the pool, the porter came to report that Jian Bojun asked to see him.

"What is he here for?" Rong Ling lazily sprinkled all the fish food in his hand, "No see."

Although Rong Ling couldn't say that he was angry with Jian Bojun, every time he saw him, he would think of things that made him sad, so what's the need to see him?

"But Mr. Jian said that he has something very important to see you."

Jian Bo is a scholar, so he will not speak rashly easily, Rong Ling hesitated for a moment: "Let him come."

When Jian Bojun came, he was wearing a gray suit, and his expression was unavoidably gloomy: "It's really rude that I haven't had time to see Miss Rong during this period of time."

In the past, when talking to such a bookish young master, Rong Ling would always tease her, but unfortunately she doesn't have it now, and she has lost the mood to tease: "I don't know what Mr. Jian is doing?"

Jian Bojun was stunned for a moment, surprised at her straight-to-the-point: "That's it, I have something to ask Miss Rong. I heard that you had an unhappiness with the son of the Jin family, Jin Shuliang?"

"That's right." Rong Ling replied, "He provoked me, and I told someone to beat him up. What's wrong?"

"What I'm going to say next may touch Miss Rong's heartache. Would you like to continue listening?"

Rong Ling pursed his lips, laughing like a taunt: "Since Mr. Jian is willing to come, he must have guessed how I will choose. Just say what you have, and you don't need to hide it."

Jian Bojun didn't make any more detours either: "I suspect that Miss Rong fell into the water with your sister-in-law... Sister Yi fell into the water that day. It wasn't accidental, but someone did it on purpose."

"Oh?" Rong Ling straightened his back immediately, and his casual eyes became sharp, "You mean, this matter has something to do with Jin Shuliang?"

"Exactly. In the panic that day, I hurriedly spotted the person who knocked the two of you off the bridge. He didn't seem to be surprised at all, but fled quickly as planned. The situation was urgent, and I also I didn't have time to chase him, I just remembered that there was a big black mole on the man's face, after that I ordered the people under my command to inquire, and it is said that Jin Shuliang has a follower who fits my description..."

The matter of Rong Ling and Jin Shuliang was widely known in the city of Beiping, but Jian Bojun was still on his way back to China and didn't know about it.

Now that the two phases are connected, it makes sense.

"Moreover, I asked later that Jin Shuliang was also playing in Beihai Park that day. Is this too coincidental?"

Jian Bojun's tone was solemn, Rong Ling's face lost all color, and his whole body seemed to fall into an ice cave.

It was her... If it wasn't for her performance in the cinema that day, nothing would have happened to my brother.

Rong Ling's nails dug deeply into the palm of his hand, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

As if drowning, she was almost out of breath, overwhelmed by self-blame and regret.

If she could pay more attention that day...

Rong Ling couldn't stop the chills all over his body, and there was a buzzing in his mind.

"Miss Rong." Jian Bojun saw that something was wrong with her, and guessed what she was thinking, "The one who did the wrong thing was Jin Shuliang, why did you do anything wrong, don't blame yourself, otherwise you will be taking advantage of the bad guys. "

"That's right." Rong Ling laughed suddenly, this smile was even a bit scary, "Of course we can't take advantage of him."

Jian Bojun sighed softly: "What happened that day was because I didn't get a hand. I really feel guilty. If Miss Rong agrees, I will bring my witness and report to the police station now."

"Report?" Rong Ling asked coldly as if he had heard a big joke.

Now that the situation is so chaotic, no one cares about what Jin Shuliang did. Even if Master Rong is putting pressure behind his back, Jin Shuliang can easily deny that it was done by his subordinates, and he will easily get away with it.

Jin Shuliang killed her brother with one life, and Rong Ling would not accept any other punishment except to pay with one life.

And she has to take revenge with her own hands, which is enough to calm the hatred in her heart.

"Miss Rong means..."

"Since you really want to help me, then hold back. I will let you know when I think about it." Rong Ling said lightly.

The weather was getting colder, and she was covered with a mink fur shawl, which made her already thin face even more vulnerable.

Such a beauty, not to mention helping, even if she went through fire and water for her, there would probably be someone who would not hesitate to do so.

Jian Bojun traveled far and wide, and went abroad to study abroad. He has seen many big scenes, so he is naturally not afraid of anything: "Okay, I will wait for Miss Rong's good news."

Before Jian Bojun left, Rong Ling personally sent him to the gate of Rong's house.

The concierge saw sharply that his lady seemed to be smiling and said something to Mr. Jian before sending him away.

Lao Zhang, the gatekeeper, couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The young lady has finally come out of the grief of the death of the young master. I only hope that Mr. Jian will treat her well in the future, and don't be that heartless person.

In the winter in Peiping, there is a howling cold wind outside the windows, and the house must have a constant fire of carbon to keep it warm.

Jian Bojun waited all winter, but he didn't wait for news from Rong Ling. It wasn't until the winter snow gradually thawed and the willow branches sprouted that Rong Ling called and asked him to come out for a small gathering.

The two met for the first time this year, at a western restaurant. Rong Ling ordered a steak and red wine.

She seemed to be in a much more stable mood, chatting with Jian Bojun occasionally, clinking glasses with him occasionally and taking a sip of wine.

This western restaurant is very expensive, most of them are dignitaries from the Forty-Nine City, so it is inevitable to meet acquaintances. Both Rong Ling and Jian Bo sit at the same table, and when they meet each other's acquaintances, they will introduce each other.

In the next few times, Rong Ling and Jian Bojun appeared together on different occasions.

Sometimes it's at a ball, sometimes it's a wife's birthday party, and sometimes it's a horseback ride in the West Hills.

Gradually, rumors spread that the young lady of the Rong family and the young master of the Jian family were dating.

Rong Ling didn't deny this, nor did he admit it, most of them just laughed it off.

If Jian Bojun came to pick her up from the school, Rong Ling would openly get in Jian's car and go out to play.

When the wind reached Mrs. Rong's ears, she would inevitably remind her: "Although this young master of the Jian family is not bad, but you, A Ling, are in full bloom, and you have many choices. There is no need to hang yourself on a tree. Say it like this." , do you still want the face of your daughter's family? Which lady would be as unreserved as you?"

Rong Ling didn't take it seriously: "Didn't you match me with him back then, Mom? Why do you regret it now?"

"It's not a matter of repenting or not." Mrs. Rong said, "Besides, men are always fickle. If you take the initiative, it will be easier for him. For no reason, people will think that you are trying to catch up..."

"Mom!" Rong Ling frowned, "Don't say such things, I don't like to hear them."

"Oh." Mrs. Rong started to worry, "Mom is from here and has much more experience than you. Tell me about it, is this the case?"

Zhong Shuyi, who was originally silent, paused, as if he didn't hear what the two of them were saying.

When it was mentioned suddenly, she forced a smile, and squeezed out a little voice from her throat: "Mother, A Ling, I'm done eating...You guys, eat slowly."

This is the therapeutic effect of the doctor hired by Mrs. Rong who spent a lot of money. Although Zhong Shuyi can't speak fluently like ordinary people, he finally doesn't need to sign language anymore.

Because her voice has not been used for a long time, it is not the clear and melodious voice of her daughter's family, but a little hoarse.

The Rong family has one more daughter, so they can still afford it. Zhong Shuyi's food and clothing costs are the same as Rong Ling's, but they can't support the selfishness that Rong Ling has brought out since childhood.

Mrs. Rong shook her head: "You, it would be great if there is someone who is calligraphy--half sensible. She grows flowers with me every day and teaches me to practice calligraphy. It's not like you. When you finally get free, you put down the bowl and run outside."

Rong Ling lowered his eyes and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief: "I'm full, I'll go out to watch a movie with Jian Bojun later, Mom, do you want me to bring you some snacks?"

"No!" Mrs. Rong angrily refused.

When both Rong Ling and Jian Bo arrived at the theater, there was still a while before the film was shown.

She was waiting on the seat outside the arena, and Jian Bojun went to buy soft drinks for the two of them.

There were people coming and going in the theater, Rong Ling casually leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and flipped through the newspapers he bought at the door.

Every page of this newspaper makes people frown. The Japanese army has been stationed outside the city of Beiping for several months.

Rong Ling looked with a heavy heart, but suddenly there was a playful male voice in front of him: "Isn't this Miss Rong? Long time no see."

Rong Ling's hand holding the newspaper was stiff, and it took a lot of effort to raise his head, with a smile on his face: "Who do I think it is, so it's Young Master Jin, it's been a long time."

With a cigarette between his fingers, Jin Shuliang puffed and smoked happily: "I thought I accidentally offended Ms. Rong last time, and you will never come to my small theater again. I heard that your brother passed away for many days. My condolences to Miss Rong."

After saying this, his two followers laughed.

What could be more embarrassing than seeing the person who killed one's loved ones, but not being able to get rid of them quickly.

Rong Ling took a deep breath and suppressed all hatred: "My business has nothing to do with Mr. Jin."

"Hey, everyone got to know each other well, Miss Rong, don't be so unfamiliar..." Jin Shuliang obviously didn't give up, until a voice interrupted her: "Excuse me, you are blocking my way."

The person who spoke was Jian Bojun, and the Jian family and the Rong family were well-matched in the capital, Jin Shuliang couldn't afford to be offended, no matter how much he felt dissatisfied, he had no choice but to step aside.

Jian Bojun gave him a threatening look, didn't say much, but handed the soda in his hand to Rong Ling: "Let's go, the movie is about to start."

Rong Ling took the soda, didn't even look at Jin Shuliang, and left without looking back.

"You little bitch!" After he walked away, Jin Shuliang began to curse.

"Boss." The servant beside him asked, "Are you planning on Miss Rong's family again?"

"Why, do you think I want to eat swan meat?" Jin Shuliang asked, "Who wouldn't want to have a bite of such a powerful woman?"

Jin Shuliang's words made the little follower salivate.

That young lady of the Rong family looks cold, but she really looks like a fairy. He has never seen such a beautiful woman in most of his life. If he can sleep with him once, he will be under that peony flower. To die is to be a ghost.

"Then what are you going to do, boss?"

"What should I do?" Jin Shuliang smiled maliciously, "Find someone to watch near the Rong's mansion. It's best to find out where she usually goes. Whenever she shows up, send someone to notify me. This time I don't experience this The taste of swan meat will never stop."

"Yes!"

"Jin Shuliang has probably taken the bait." Before sending Rong Ling to Rong's residence, Jian Bojun said to her, "Be careful yourself."

"I see, you too, pay more attention." Rong Ling said.

She turned around and was about to go in, when Jian Bojun suddenly stopped her: "Rong Ling."

"Huh?" Rong Ling turned around.

"After the matter is completed, I will formally propose to you." Jian Bojun had hope in his eyes, "Will you agree to me?"

Rong Ling was silent, and heard a burst of artillery fire.

This is a Japanese military exercise outside Beiping day and night, and everyone is used to it.

Rong Ling didn't know what to think: "Let's talk about it later."

After saying this, she left without looking back.

Walking into the house, it was still quiet. Since Rong Yuanyun's death, this huge house has become more and more deserted every day.

Rong Ling walked into his bedroom and found a plate of mung bean cakes on the table.

"Qiu Shui." Rong Ling walked out the door and asked the girl who was watering the flowers, "Who has been here?"

"Oh, Miss Hui, it's the eldest wife..." Qiu Shui changed his words, "Miss Shuyi came here and gave you a plate of mung bean cakes that she made herself for you to try."

After answering this sentence, Qiu Shui murmured in his heart, the young lady hadn't spoken to Miss Shuyi for a long time, it was because she was so persistent, she brought him over to eat every now and then, and she didn't know what to do.

Rong Ling turned back to the house, poured himself a cup of cold tea, picked up the mung bean cake and took a bite.

The slight sweetness is not too strong, but it just suits Rong Ling's taste. Even the red bean paste inside is soft and sticky to her liking.

Rong Ling took two mouthfuls, his eyes drooped, and finally he took out the rest of the plate, and let Qiushui and his servants share the food.