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Chapter 1 First meeting
Four Seasons Villa.

This is a purely natural hot spring villa, which has become the favorite place of the second generation of rich people and dignitaries in recent years.

Wen Ruoci followed the attendant to the door of a private room.

There are bodyguards guarding the door.

The bodyguard was not surprised by her arrival and just said, "Miss Wen, if you want to go in, please give your bag to us for safekeeping."

Without hesitation, she handed the bag to the bodyguard and walked in.

Song Chao had known that Wen Ruoci had come in, but he ignored her and poured himself a cup of tea. After the thick smoke dissipated, he smiled.

But he was smiling with a knife hidden in his heart, and was extremely indifferent, "Miss Wen, you took so much trouble to come to me, I wonder what you want to see me for?"

She glanced at Song Chao. His shoulder was wrapped in a bandage, and blood seemed faintly visible. She knew the source of the injury, and a look of apology appeared on her face. "I'm here to apologize on behalf of my brother. Please, Master Song, let him go."

"Let him go?" Song Chao sneered, his eyes cold, "Do I look like such a magnanimous person?"

When Wen Ruoci received his gaze, it was as if she had transformed into a sharp sword and pierced directly into her bones. The coldness spread from the top of her head to her whole body and penetrated into her internal organs.

She closed her eyes, took a long breath, and explained, "My brother just recognized the wrong person. He definitely didn't mean to hurt you, Mr. Song."

Hearing this, Song Chao became a little interested and looked at her with amusement, "Did you recognize the wrong person? Why? Did you recognize me as your husband who held the lives of everyone in your Wen family and forced you to get married a month ago? The person he wanted to kill was your cheap husband He Ci?"

Wen Ruoci did not deny it, but her eyes drooped even deeper, "My brother did it for me, so please let him go, Mr. Song. If Mr. Song insists on settling the score with him, I can do it for him."

"replace?"

Song Chao put down the teacup and looked quietly at the woman standing in front of him.

There are many rumors about this woman named Wen Ruoci. No one knows whether some of them are true or not. The only thing that is certain is that she is really as stunningly beautiful as the media says.

Beauty has never been a scarce resource among the wealthy.

But there are only a handful of people who can be as beautiful as this.

It's a pity that she is already married.

He said with a half-smile, "If you were another woman, if you agreed to sleep with me for one night, maybe I would really agree to let your brother go, but you don't meet my standards for choosing a woman."

As we all know, Mr. Song has three criteria for choosing women.

Good.

beautiful.

There are also pure ones.

Wen Ruoci is at most pretty, but if we talk about being well-behaved and pure, she is not at all like that.

But if she wasn't married, maybe he would really be willing to lower his standards for her.

Who said she was already married?

He has no interest in married women.

His voice had completely turned cold. "You'd better go back quickly and stop wasting your time with me. If your brother doesn't spend a few years in jail, I won't be named Song anymore."

Wen Ruoci wanted to say something, but at this moment she suddenly smelled a scent similar to ebony incense in the air.

Delicate, profound, yet with a hint of mystery and elegance.

She frowned.

Could there be a third person in the box?

She looked over subconsciously.

Not far away, a man was sitting next to the indoor soup.

Her posture was extremely gentle and graceful, her fingers immersed in the ripples, but her sleeves were not wet at all. The cream-colored curtains swayed in the breeze in the room, and the tassels hit the wall, making a rustling sound.

The smell of agarwood in the house seemed to be even stronger.

When she looked at the man, the man suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her.

The overlapping shadows of the face and the veil were hazy. She didn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. She only felt that this scene was very much like a timeless and flowing ancient painting.

Astonished.

Song Chao, who was sitting on a chair, saw Wen Ruoci staring at Quan Shijin motionlessly, and pursed his lips as if watching a play, "Miss Wen, this young master of the Quan family, if you serve him well, maybe I will really not care about your brother stabbing me..."

People from the Quan family seem to be born with blood that is superior to others.

The door of the Quan family is a forbidden place.

Wen Ruoci paused for a moment, took a few steps forward, and half-knelt down beside Quan Shijin.

She caught a glimpse of a tea tray next to the seat, so she picked up the cup and poured him a cup of tea herself.

It's a bit like service and a bit like flattery.

Quan Shijin glanced at the cup of tea.

There was a shallow crack on the teacup that Wen Ruoci brought to him, running right across the cup. The flaw in the perfect jade was gone, and his liking for it was completely gone.

Quan Shijin didn't answer, and Wen Ruoci felt a little confused.

She was originally squatting, and now her posture was even lower. Because of her movements, the clothes she wore today were relatively loose, and almost all of her body above her chest line could be seen.

Song Chao saw this and said with a half-smile, "Miss Wen, the third young master of the Quan family is a beautiful lady from the Gaoling Mountains. It's useless for you to seduce him like this."

He paused here, and the curve of his lips deepened a lot, but it was a mocking tone, "If I take it all off, it might have some effect."

Wen Ruoci's face turned pale for a moment, and she subconsciously reached out to touch her clothes on her chest, looking at Quan Shijin with a bit of embarrassment.

Quan Shijin glanced at Song Chao, who was sitting not far away, indifferently, as if as a warning, and Song Chao immediately shut up.

A long time passed, so long that Wen Ruoci thought he would not speak again. When he suddenly opened his mouth, she was so dazed that she thought it was her own illusion.

"For a drink."

After a three-second pause, Wen Ruoci finally confirmed what the man said.

She quickly changed a cup of tea and a teacup, poured it, and handed it to the man respectfully.

This time the man answered.

Not only did he take it, he also took a sip slowly.

Song Chao raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Quan Shijin actually accepted Wen Ruoci's tea.

Wen Ruoci straightened her clothes slightly, stood up slowly, walked over and stopped in front of Song Chao.
"Mr. Song..."

Song Chao knew what she was going to say, and looked at her with a half-smile, "You don't really think that a cup of tea can erase the fault of your brother stabbing me, do you? When did Miss Wen become so naive?"

Wen Ruoci was naturally not so naive. She really thought that if she offered Quan Shijin a cup of tea, the Song Dynasty would let her go.

But no matter how small the opportunity is, she will fight for it.

“I don’t know how I can make amends to Master Song so that he can forgive my brother and let him go.”

Song Chao said indifferently, half seriously, half jokingly, "If you give me your life, maybe I will consider letting him go."

Wen Ruoci, "..."

　In the early stage, it was a Shura scene between the pure hatred couple and the high mountain flower.

　　(End of this chapter)