My Groom Ran Away

, the amount of interaction they had was also very less.
Ruan Zhiyin really did not know what between the two of them could be considered ‘getting along well’.

After thinking for a while.
Ruan Zhiyin tried.
“I think we should be respectful to each other.
We can also treat each other politely and gently.”

Either way, they should respect each other and communicate in a friendly way.

Even though it would be difficult for Cheng Yuelin’s personality to be gentle, he could always put in some effort and patience.

“Gentle and polite?” Cheng Yuelin repeated slowly and paused.
Then he looked at her with a smile that was not a smile.
“Like Qin Jue?”

Ruan Zhiyin could feel that there was something wrong with the man’s emotions, but she did not know why.

Cheng Yuelin’s eyes became dark, and he twitched the corner of his mouth before he coldly said, “Ruan Zhiyin, I am not Qin Jue.”

After speaking, he opened the door of the Bentley and got off.

The tall and straight back showed indifference as he walked into the villa alone.

Is he…
angry?

Ruan Zhiyin was confused.
She felt his mood was very unstable.
He clearly seemed quite happy when he first got into the car.

She froze there while she thought and frowned.
She lowered her head to think about the reason and even forgot to get out of the car.

After a period of silence, the driver passed the bag in the passenger seat to her and respectfully said, “Madam, President Cheng said to give this to you.”

Ruan Zhiyin returned to her senses and reached out for the bag.

Then she found out that inside was a brand new, never opened hair-dryer.
It was even the same model as the one she had previously.

So she became even more puzzled.

He had bought a hairdryer, and obviously, he wanted to get along well.
So why did he get angry?

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In the Qin family home, even though it was already very late at night, the living room was still filled with light.

At the entrance hall, when the sound of the door opening was heard, Qin Xiang immediately rushed up and greeted him.
The young girl’s voice was sweet and light.
“Brother, you’re back.”

After speaking, she turned back to the living room and gestured at Qin Jue with a conflicted expression, warning him to be careful.

Qin Jue understood his little sister’s gesture.
He nodded at her and passed his jacket to Wang Ma, and then he walked into the living room.

Madam Qin, Fang Weilan, was sitting on the sofa waiting.
Her posture was elegant and dignified, but her expression was as cold as ice.