Chapter 136 Are you willing or not? Just say something.

After wandering around the banquet for a while out of boredom, Jing Muchi saw Sang Ning again.

She sat in a corner looking dejected, lost in thought.

Jing Muchi deliberately walked closer to her, and several women who surrounded him called out "Fourth Young Master Jing" in a coquettish or charming tone, but Sang Ning seemed not to hear them at all, showing no intention of coming over to get closer to him.

Later, perhaps finding them too noisy, she got up in disgust and quietly went to another quiet place to daydream.

Jing Muchi: "..."

How dare someone disregard him like this?

The usually pampered Young Master Jing was displeased. He immediately dismissed the women surrounding him and then summoned the butler in charge of the banquet to inquire about Sang Ning's situation.

The housekeeper didn't seem to know much about her background either, and only returned to report to Jing Muchi after wandering around for a while.

Jing Muchi then learned that her name was Sang Ning.

The Sang family was a scholarly family for generations. In the past, several generations had a prominent position in the capital, especially in the literary circles. Unfortunately, the family fortune was squandered by Sang Ning's father.

Moreover, her parents died early, and when she was a child, only her grandfather and she were left to depend on each other.

By that calculation, she can now only be considered a down-on-her-luck scholar.

Misfortunes never come singly.

Now her grandfather is suffering from a serious brain disease. Sang Ning came to the banquet this time mainly for a blind date. She came to ask Jing Muchi's older brother for help in treating her grandfather.

Because Jing Muchi's older brother is a top neurosurgeon renowned throughout the country.

Unfortunately, his brother has rarely been in China this year. He did come back today, but it was a rushed trip. He gave his mother a gift and left without staying long.

Sang Ning just went to find her brother, but she didn't even get to see him.

So I'm sitting there worrying right now.

Jing Muchi was asking around when his mother pulled him aside.

Jing's mother gave him a strict order: he must choose a marriage partner tonight.

Jing Muchi asked casually, "Mom, are you asking me to choose a wife, or are you asking me to choose a cabbage for you?"

Jing's mother was confused. "What cabbage?"

"If you insist that I have to choose one, isn't that just like buying vegetables at the market and randomly picking one?"

Jing's mother was furious with him, "You brat!"

Jing Muchi was too playful back then and didn't care about marriage at all. The fact that he was willing to flirt with those women that night was already giving his mother a lot of face.

Soon after, the banquet began.

Jing's mother specially arranged the tables of each family's daughters near the main table to make it easier for Jing Muchi to select people.

Jing Muchi saw that Sang Ning was sitting at a table among the young ladies. The people around her were chatting in twos and threes or trying to look towards the main table. Only she was sitting there quietly, not looking at anything or talking to anyone.

It was as docile as a little rabbit waiting to be eaten.

Jing Muchi didn't know what was wrong with him at that time, but he didn't sit at the main table, but went to Sang Ning's table instead.

Standing right next to her, I lightly placed my hand on the back of her chair. "Everyone, would you mind if I shared a seat here?"

Of the eight women at that table, seven looked at him with expressions of surprise and delight, as if they had won the lottery.

"Of course, of course. I have more room here, Fourth Young Master, and we can add more seats."

After one of the women finished speaking, the other six, realizing what was happening, also rushed to let Jing Muchi sit next to them.

Jing Muchi glanced at Sang Ning, who didn't show any reaction, and finally chose to sit down in the seat directly opposite her.

After sitting down, Jing Muchi noticed that Sang Ning across from him didn't even glance at him, not even stealing a look.

His arrogant demeanor made it seem as if he didn't know he was the real star of the night.

It wasn't until the food was served that Jing Muchi realized that she wasn't arrogant; she was genuinely a bit blind.

Because he saw Sang Ning holding chopsticks, staring intently at the spinning wheel, and when it stopped, she reached out and grabbed a chicken head from the perfectly plated crystal chicken in front of her.

Jing Muchi: ? ? ?

Then, he saw her look down at the chicken head in her bowl for a couple of seconds, as if she had just recognized it as a chicken head. Instantly, an embarrassed look appeared on her flushed face.

Fortunately, all the women at the table were focused on Jing Muchi at the time, so no one noticed her embarrassing moment.

The second time she reached for her chopsticks, she picked up a flower used as a garnish on the platter, and her pretty face turned even redder.

Jing Muchi thought she was quite fun.

It looks just like a little rabbit that's been dragged out to the front of people—cute and adorable, and so fresh and delicious.

It was only later that he learned that a socialite had deliberately harassed her that night, knocking her glasses off and smashing them.

After the meal, Jing's mother happily pulled Jing Muchi aside and asked, "Did you take a fancy to one of the girls at that table?"

"Quick, tell Mom who it is?"

Jing Muchi raised an eyebrow and looked at his mother, "I'm fine with whichever one I like?"

"certainly."

Jing Muchi scoffed, "Regardless of family background?"

"Tsk, I personally selected the guest list for tonight, and every single one of them is a good girl from a respectable family."

"Alright, then you're not allowed to have any objections to the wife I've chosen."

Upon hearing that there was hope, Jing's mother nodded without hesitation, "Don't worry, whoever you fancy will be my daughter-in-law."

It's a deal.

After Jing Muchi finished speaking, he walked up to Sang Ning, who was preparing to leave, and blocked her way.

"Sang Ning."

The girl in front of him looked up at him blankly.

My gaze was focused on his face, but it seemed there was no single point of focus.

Amidst the astonished gazes of those around them, Jing Muchi took two steps closer to her, looked at her flushed face, and asked,

"will you marry me?"

A commotion erupted all around.

Amidst Sang Ning's shocked and bewildered expression, Jing Muchi leaned close to her ear and whispered, "If you marry me, I'll have my older brother treat your grandfather's illness."

After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw her long, curled eyelashes tremble several times, but she didn't say anything. So he blew a breath on her trembling eyelashes.

"Are you willing or not? Just say something."

Finally, amidst the surrounding cheers, he heard the girl shyly whisper, "I do."

Her voice was soft and sweet, making one's heart inexplicably soften.

The next day, they got their marriage certificate.

On the very night they got their marriage certificate, he shamelessly took advantage of the little white rabbit.

That feeling of wanting more after tasting the marrow is very addictive.

Even now, Jing Muchi is still fascinated by the feeling of being intimate with Sang Ning.

He used to stay abroad for months or even half a year without going home and never felt uncomfortable. But since Sang Ning came into his life, he has been returning to Beijing very frequently. Sometimes, even if it's not on his way home, he will still make a detour to go back to work in the Northwest region.

Even if his schedule is so packed that he only has one night left, he will still fly back and, in the middle of the night, pull the sweet and tender woman out of bed and pamper her.

He rushed back, weary from his journey, but no matter how tired he was, as long as he slept with her, he would be full of energy to go out the next day.

Back then, Sang Ning was really well-behaved. No matter what he did to her, she wouldn't resist. She was soft, sweet, and obedient.

Unlike now, I don't know when this little rabbit grew thorns. Ever since she filed for divorce, she's become a completely different person and never lets him get close.

Jing Muchi snapped out of his reverie and looked at the woman sleeping sweetly beside him, her breathing gentle and soft. He felt a surge of resentment and maliciously pinched her nose, preventing her from breathing.

He muttered a accusation under his breath, "You heartless little brat."

Hearing Sang Ning twisting her head uncomfortably and whimpering in her sleep, he was startled and quickly let go of her. Then he hugged her and gently patted her bottom through the blankets like he was soothing a child.

"Sweetie~ keep sleeping."

Once she was fast asleep again, he looked closely at her face under the dim light of the wall lamp, then leaned in with satisfaction and gently kissed her lips a few times.

That kind of docile and soft-spoken nature is what makes a cute little rabbit so endearing.