The man broke free from his wrist, said "OK" twice, and kept backing away.

Shi Jinyuan's face was as gloomy as water, and he glanced at Ying Ruxing coldly.

Ripples arose in her heart, and her misty eyes seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Didn’t he say that he would no longer care about her?

Ying Ruxing bit her lower lip and was about to say thank you when she heard him say, "When you are abroad, you must remember that your words and actions represent the reputation of us Chinese people!"

"Being bullied by foreigners at will is not a disgrace to you, but to Qingteng and the Chinese people!"

"Ying Ruxing, you are an artist, not a prostitute, not an actor who drinks and laughs with you."

Ying Ruxing closed her slightly opened red lips, and the splash that had just risen in her heart instantly calmed down.

Sure enough, she was overthinking it.

He defended her because she was an artist of Qingteng, not because she was Ying Ruxing.

She laughed at herself and said softly, "I understand, Mr. Shi. I will pay more attention next time."

Shi Jinyuan said nothing, picked up his coat and left first.

Ying Ruxing sat in the chair blankly. She glanced away from the female president opposite her, but she did not miss the flash of contempt in the other's eyes.

Ying Ruxing knew that she had no identity or background, and if she encountered such a situation again, she would not be able to cope with it.

So I just left early.

Not long after returning home, Ying Ruxing took off her makeup and prepared to rest when the cell phone in her bag rang.

She made that call in the name of "Wanxing".

The call was from an unfamiliar number. Ying Ruxing did not speak immediately after answering the phone, but waited for the other party to say the first sentence.

"Excuse me, are you Master Wanxing?"

The familiar voice made her pupils shrink, and her hand holding the phone tightened a little.

"Yeah." She lowered her voice deliberately.

"I came here because of your reputation. I want to cooperate with Master Wanxing on a business. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to meet me?"

Ying Ruxing frowned and thought for a while, pinching her throat to lower her voice, "I'm sorry, I'm not in the country recently. If you have any business, you can talk to my assistant."

"We'll arrange a meeting after I get back," she added.

The person on the other end of the phone thought about it and agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Ying Ruxing breathed a sigh of relief. He checked the number on another phone and found that it was not the same number.

But she will never forget that voice in her life.

That man-eating demon, the bastard who tried to kill her time and time again, Bai Yuanzhou!

Ying Ruxing didn't think much about it. He contacted Feng Ying and left Bai Yuanzhou's contact information, asking her to make the connection for him.

Bai Yuanzhou has never met Feng Ying, and she doesn't want to reveal her identity for the time being. Although she doesn't know what business Bai Yuanzhou is looking for from Wanxing, it doesn't stop her from making some money from him!

...

The two-day fashion week ended quickly, and Ying Ruxing went to find Feng Ying immediately after returning home.

Feng Ying and Bai Yuanzhou met. Bai Yuanzhou gave Feng Ying some photos, wanting Wanxing to help restore the cultural relics.

Ying Ruxing looked at these photos and felt a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them. After careful consideration, he decided to go to Mr. Jing to ask him for help.

Ying Ruxing arrived at the door of Jing's house, but saw a black Maybach parked at the door.

The familiar license plate made Ying Ruxing frown.

She didn't expect to meet Shi Jinyuan here.

Perhaps because she didn't want Shi Jinyuan to misunderstand her, Ying Ruxing planned to wait outside for a while and come in after he left.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the door open, Shi Jinyuan was pushed out the door, and a colorful gift box was thrown out.

"Get out! Get out now!"

"I said I don't want to see you, I don't want to see your family, don't you understand me?"

The old man cursed loudly in a voice as loud as a bell. Shi Jinyuan, who was driven to the door, staggered back a few steps, but his face was calm.

Seems like I've gotten used to it.

He calmly straightened his clothes, bent down to put his things at the door, turned around with Zhou Xun, and just saw Ying Ruxing holding a bag of fruit in both hands.

She twitched the corner of her mouth, and Shi Jinyuan raised his eyebrows calmly, "Another coincidence?"

"That should be it." She nodded, "I came to see the cat and take some pictures of Shiyin."

She thought, since everyone has seen it, there is no need to be shy about it.

As he spoke, he walked around Shi Jinyuan and took the key to open the door with ease.

"Are you coming in?"

Ying Ruxing turned around and asked him, Shi Jinyuan was stunned for a moment and followed her.

The kitten was kept in the yard. After not seeing it for two months, it had grown a lot fatter and became round and furry.

Perhaps he still remembered her, as he meowed at Ying Ruxing and rolled around at her feet twice.

Ying Ruxing smoothed his hair, took a few photos with his mobile phone and sent them to Shi Yin.

The person inside heard the noise and came out. Just as Ying Ruxing's tense face was about to relax, he saw Shi Jinyuan behind her.

The old man frowned and asked fiercely, "Why did you bring him in?"

"Do you know each other?"

Ying Ruxing smiled and said, "I know him. He's my boss."

The old man's face suddenly turned ugly. Ying Ruxing walked in with the bag, "I have something to tell you."

"You don't come to me for no reason. You only think of me when you have something to ask!"

"Don't be so grumpy. I bought you oranges, pineapples, and snake apples, all of which you like."

She coaxed the old man, holding his hand while closing the glass door.

Shi Jinyuan stood in the yard, looked at the two of them deeply, and then lowered his head.

The kitten stuck to his feet. He squatted down and touched it, with no emotion on his face.

In the room, Ying Ruxing sat face to face with the old man. Ying Ruxing took out his phone and handed it to him, "Please help me take a look at these things. They look familiar to me, but I can't remember where I've seen them before."

The old man snorted, took it with a surprised look, looked at it for a while, and suddenly became solemn, "Where did you get it?"

"What's the problem?" Ying Ruxing said seriously.

"A few years ago, an archaeological team unearthed a tomb from the Qing Dynasty. According to the results of the survey at the time, it should be the tomb of a king of a different surname. There were countless collections of treasures, but the things inside were lost not long after."

"We took photos and kept them. The survey team was investigated, but the problem did not lie with them. The final result of the investigation was that it was stolen."

"The item was lost for a few years, but I didn't expect it to appear now."

Old Jing frowned and looked at Ying Ruxing solemnly, "Who gave you the photos of these things?"

Ying Ruxing pursed her lips, "I can't tell you now, but I promise you that I can get this batch of goods back!"

I chatted with Mr. Jing for about half an hour, and when I came out, Jin Yuan was still outside.

The old man didn't look at him with a cold face. He turned to Ying Ruxing and said, "When you go out later, throw out the garbage for me!"

He was talking about the gift box that Shi Jinyuan placed at the door.

Ying Ruxing raised her eyebrows. "What good stuff! It's all tonic. You should replenish your body at your age."

"If someone gives it to you, just take it. It doesn't cost you any money anyway."