"Jiang, Mr. Jiang?!"

After the shock subsided, Song Yunyan stammered and shouted, which immediately caused the man to snort in displeasure: "Oh, what the hell? I don't have a name?"

Song Yun pursed his lips speechlessly. Song Yun had no idea. At this time, he was still worrying about these minutiae.

"Jiang Rongqing, why are you here?"

She had no choice but to change her words and ask suspiciously.

Before Jiang Rongqing could answer, a crying female voice rang out again, "Don't stop, everyone! Help me teach the mistress a lesson, please—"

After the girl finished speaking, Jiang Rongqing tilted her head slightly, and his cold eyes fell on her.

The moment they looked at each other, the little girl's lips immediately froze, unable to squeeze out any sound.

"Who asked you to come?"

Jiang Rongqing's arms were still half around Song Yunyan's slender waist, and there was a compelling aura in his tone.

"No, no one sent me here. It's... this woman worked as my father's mistress and made my mother so angry... ah!"

The girl gathered her courage and continued to repeat what she just said.

Before she finished speaking, two security guards suddenly rushed over and twisted her arms one on the left and one on the right.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and the residents of the community who were watching also pushed a few steps away to give the security guards space.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm really sorry. There was a problem with the security of the community and you were shocked."

Soon, the property manager of the community also arrived and nodded and bowed to Jiang Rongqing.

Jiang Rongqing raised her chin arrogantly, and Jiang Rongqing only nodded slightly in response, and then said coolly: "Pay attention to it in the future."

"Yes Yes!"

The property manager had a smile on his face and agreed repeatedly.

"As for her..." Raising his hand and tapping the struggling and crying girl, Jiang Rongqing said coldly, "Leave it to my people, it's none of your business."

Immediately, Jiang Rongqing's bodyguard jumped out of an extended car, took over the girl, and dragged her to the car.

This is how a farce ended.

Due to Jiang Rongqing's aura, the residents who were watching before were still suspicious, but they did not dare to discuss anything anymore. They looked at each other for a few times and then pretended to disperse.

Song Yunyan breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyes tiredly, and planned to go upstairs and go home.

"Wait a minute."

A deep voice interrupted everyone's movements.

Raising her eyes curiously, Song Yunyan looked at Jiang Rongqing and saw him frowning slightly. Although he was impatient, he still explained to the onlookers who were standing still: "This woman is not a mistress."

People opened their mouths and looked surprised.

Song Yunyan's heart moved slightly, she didn't expect that he would defend herself.

Just as her emotions were mixed, the man's next words immediately broke the emotion she was about to feel.

"With her cold and hard temperament, no one wants to be a mistress."

"..."

After standing speechless for a moment, Song Yunyan glared at him angrily, turned around and walked into the door of the apartment building.

She pressed the elevator button vigorously as if to vent her anger. As soon as the metal door opened, she just raised her legs to step in, and the man's long legs followed closely.

"Why are you following me?"

Song Yunyan frowned and raised her head to glare at the man who was resting.

"Following you? Ha, I'm just going home. Miss Song is too narcissistic."

Jiang Rongqing put one hand in his pocket, and his tone was neither urgent nor slow, but inexplicably irritating.

"Go home? Where is your home?"

Song Yunyan asked suspiciously.

The man took a look at the elevator operation and said calmly: "Eighteenth floor, room 1802."

1802…

Then, isn't that her opposite?!

Song Yunyan's eyes widened even more for a moment, and the man then threw another bombshell: "Oh, 1801 is also my house, but it has been rented out."

"I……"

Song Yunyan felt a knot in her chest. If looks could kill, she would have killed this man ten thousand times.

"Jiang Rongqing, are you so boring?"

The elevator quickly reached the 18th floor. After stepping down, Song Yunyan couldn't bear it anymore and asked through gritted teeth.

The man looked carefree and carefree. He changed his cold attitude towards everyone, smiled a little ruthlessly, and said with a playful smile: "Miss Song, is this your attitude towards the benefactor who just rescued you?

Um?"

"I……"

Song Yunyan took a breath of cold air and suddenly felt a little unreasonable.

"Thank you!"

She said angrily, and the man raised his eyebrows and snorted disdainfully, "Is that all it takes to say thank you verbally?"

Before he could finish his words, Song Yunyan immediately remembered what he had asked for after she thanked her last time.

His face suddenly became stiff, and the man seemed to realize something, and quickly added: "If you really want to thank me sincerely, why don't you treat me to a meal."

This request is quite reasonable.

Facing him, Song Yunyan was always a little uncomfortable and asked stiffly: "What does Mr. Jiang want to eat?"

"I have a name."

The man reminded solemnly.

"Okay!" Song Yunyan was annoyed and changed her words, "Jiang Rongqing, where do you want to eat? I'll call when I get back to make a reservation!"

"What's so delicious about the food outside? Do you think I really need a meal?"

Jiang Rongqing was very difficult to serve, and soon started to act strangely again.

Song Yunyan was about to be tortured and went crazy, so she kept asking him what he wanted to do. Then he looked reluctant and said calmly: "Go to your house and do it for me."

"..."

Of course Song Yunyan was reluctant, but in order to repay her kindness, she hesitated for a moment and let him enter the house.

There was no communication between the two after they entered the house. She went to the kitchen to cook with a cold face. The man, Shi Shiran, sat on her sofa and turned on the TV casually. He was more leisurely than her master.

The simple three dishes and one soup were quickly prepared. She was busy here and there, putting all the food on the table. Only then did the man wash his hands with dignity and bowed down to sit at the table.

"My craftsmanship is average, you can make do with it."

Not very confident in his cooking skills, Song Yunyan added in a dull tone while eating.

Jiang Rongqing held a piece of kale in his chopsticks and slowly put it into his mouth.

He looked good when eating, elegant and quiet. He pursed his thin lips tightly while chewing and didn't say a word.

By the time he swallowed the food, Song Yunyan had given up communicating, and he responded lukewarmly: "Well, there is indeed room for improvement."

"..."

Song Yunyan rolled her eyes.

She knew that this man would not have a good word in his mouth!

The meal was peaceful and the overall atmosphere was quite harmonious.

After eating, Song Yunyan glanced at the wall clock and reminded tactfully: "Are you tired from going to work during the day? It's late, so you probably want to take a rest..."

Halfway through the words, the man glanced at me coolly and said, "If you want to drive me away, just say so. There's no need to be so hypocritical."

"I……"

Just as Song Yunyan was about to speak, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Before she could say anything, the man who turned his back on guests had already said in a deep voice: "Go and open the door."

"Who?" she asked curiously.

"Go if I tell you to."

Staring at him silently, Song Yunyan went over and opened the door. When she saw the scene outside the door, her eyes suddenly widened.
Chapter completed!