I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Chapter 111 A Woman's Greatest Arrogance

Li Chang'an arrived at Taiping Mountain by bicycle and met Wen Zhilan, who was waiting there. A Bentley was parked next to her.

"The class monitor looks beautiful today."

The gentle and refined young woman before me wore an elegant lotus-colored evening gown, exuding the dignified charm of a traditional noble lady in every gesture.

Li Chang'an has never been stingy with his praise for beautiful things that are worthy of appreciation.

Wen Zhilan tilted her head and smiled as she posed the classic question that girls often use to embarrass boys.

"Does Li Chang'an mean I'm not pretty normally?"

"The class monitor is usually pretty and lively, but today she is dressed up and looks stunning. These are two different kinds of beauty."

Just like orchids and peonies, each has its own unique charm; there's no point in trying to compare them and determine which is better.

Wen Zhilan originally wanted to tease Li Chang'an and make fun of his troubled appearance.

But unexpectedly, he used orchids and peonies to educate himself.

Despite being reprimanded, Wen Zhilan couldn't suppress her joy and laughed out loud.

After all, girls are complex and often self-contradictory creatures. They want to surprise their beloved boys by dressing up carefully, but they don't want their usual plain appearance to be outshone in their boyfriends' eyes.

Li Chang'an's words touched Wen Zhilan's heart.

However, Aunt Rong, inside the Bentley, couldn't help but snort coldly as she looked at the young lady in the rearview mirror who was being amused by Li Chang'an.

"Smooth talker," I don't know how many girls he's said that to!

Miss is usually so shrewd, how come she managed to fall for this cunning boy!

"Aunt Rong."

Hearing the young lady call her name, Aunt Rong took a deep breath, suppressed her displeasure, and calmly got out of the car.

"Miss, what can I do for you?"

"Help me push Li Chang'an's motorcycle inside and hand it to the guard to park. Let him ride with us to the banquet today."

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"I'll go stop it myself."

Li Chang'an also didn't want Aunt Rong to touch his car.

He could sense that this woman had many special training marks on her, and she was likely a former special agent. She probably knew how to disassemble and assemble vehicles and other mechanical things.

If she secretly tampered with the motorcycle when I wasn't looking, that would be troublesome.

It's unlikely that Li Chang'an would intentionally leave a safety hazard on the motorcycle to get himself killed, considering that he often took Wen Zhilan racing.

However, it's hard to guarantee that they won't secretly install listening devices or GPS tracking devices to monitor their movements.

Li Chang'an pushed his Yamaha motorcycle into the Taipingshan community to find a guard to park it.

Aunt Rong finally couldn't help but ask Wen Zhilan, "Miss, are you really going to take him to the banquet?"

"Is there a problem?"

"this----"

Aunt Rong felt that Wen Zhilan was asking a question she already knew the answer to.

It doesn't matter how much the young lady clings to Li Chang'an in private, because that's private and not something that can be done in public.

Just like the husbands and wives of Hong Kong's social elites, they each do their own thing in private. No matter how wild they are, no one in the circle will care. At most, they'll just talk about it in private.

But if you put it on the table and show it off openly, it's a different story.

It's like telling everyone that you're serious!

The banquet, organized by the Governor of Hong Kong to welcome representatives of European investment, brought together a host of Hong Kong's elite.

Wen Zhilan brought Li Chang'an with her to this kind of event.

This is tantamount to introducing him into her social circle, proving to everyone in her circle that her relationship with this boy is special.

Aunt Rong sighed inwardly, feeling that her young mistress's actions were too impulsive and reckless.

The young lady was ultimately inexperienced.

A romantic relationship between a wealthy heiress and a rough-and-tumble young man, with such a vast gap in social class and status, is unlikely to last.

Aunt Rong could only hope that after Wen Zhilan went to Hong Kong University, as she met more talented young people and gained more experience, she would be able to see the shortcomings and flaws of Li Chang'an's background and eventually realize her mistake and leave him.

Soon, Li Chang'an returned.

Aunt Rong opened the back door of the Bentley for him expressionlessly and invited him to go in and sit with her young mistress.

Then, without making a sound, he pricked up his ears, intending to eavesdrop on how this young man usually used sweet words to deceive the young lady and make her infatuated.

Unexpectedly, Wen Zhilan raised her hand and pressed a button, causing an opaque soundproof partition to slowly descend, completely blocking the view and sound between the front and rear seats.

This left Aunt Rong with no idea what the two people in the back seat were doing or what they were talking about.

Her thoughts began to wander, and she started to imagine that a young couple in a small, dimly lit space would be like dry wood meeting a raging fire, ready to ignite at any moment.

Aunt Rong became increasingly anxious, but she was as helpless as her incompetent husband.

All he could do was angrily grip the steering wheel, squeezing the leather cover so hard it creaked.

In the back seat of the Bentley.

Wen Zhilan finally got the chance to be alone with Li Chang'an.

Looking out the car window at the receding scenery, she suddenly asked softly, "Li Chang'an, do you know that something big happened in Kowloon last night?"

"I know, a big shot from a triad fell to his death in Tsim Sha Tsui, and it's related to a suspect named Ru Long."

I heard Mr. Hu mention it when I went to Tiger Leopard Manor this morning.

She is now sending people to look for the suspect, and even said she wants to poach this capable person to work for her.

I told her, "I can't handle troublemakers who dare to kill bigwigs in the underworld and assault police officers. You should recruit them, don't leave them to me."

Hearing Li Chang'an's relaxed tone, Wen Zhilan pursed her lips and sighed.

"It sounds like that guy, Rulong, is incredibly audacious. He must be an extremely arrogant person."

The saying "A knight-errant uses martial arts to break the law"—Han Feizi's statement is absolutely correct. So—

Li Chang'an, where were you last night?

"In Kowloon."

"Are you having a celebration banquet with Director Yuan and the others in Kowloon?" Wen Zhilan's voice was a little hoarse; she hoped to hear this answer.

But Li Chang'an said, "Not only that."

"After the celebration banquet, I went to Tsim Sha Tsui because my clothes got dirty during filming that day, and I had to go to a shop there to get them cleaned."

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Seeing her silence, Li Chang'an gave her a bright smile.

"Does the class monitor have any further questions?"

Wen Zhilan remained silent for a moment, without speaking.

In fact, Li Chang'an had told her everything that needed to be told.

Without explicitly stating it, Wen Zhilan felt that perhaps it was for her own good.

She chuckled softly, suddenly realizing how arrogant she had been.

Li Chang'an saved her, and she also helped him a lot.

It wasn't just about repaying a debt of gratitude; it was also an attempt to prove her abilities and charm to him, hoping he would stop and stay obediently by her side.

But how could a chivalrous knight who can "kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles" sleep in his own gentle embrace?

Isn't this the greatest arrogance a woman can have?

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