Hearing this address, Ning Yuze was very dissatisfied. He gave the man standing next to him a cold look, didn't want to say anything more, and rolled up the car window.

The man who was near the car, whose expression had become slightly lax, felt a chill run down his spine. He immediately realized that he had done something wrong, grabbed Zhou Lisha, who had been deceiving him into believing that she was the future matriarch of the Ning family, and dragged her backward forcefully.

Zhou Lisha was not about to be dragged away like that.

She had liked Ning Yuze for many years. Ning Yuze was aloof and indifferent to women. There had never been any female creatures around him. She had always been proud to stand by his side. Although he ignored her most of the time, compared to other women who were directly rejected, she believed that she was the special one.

Zhou Lisha believed that only she could be the Ning family's daughter-in-law. This idea had long been rooted in her mind, but it was completely shattered in that instant.

She had never seen Ning Yuze act so gently towards anyone before. Although she couldn't see his expression, she could imagine how doting his eyes must have been.

No wonder Old Master Ning sent someone to tell her earlier that it was better to postpone the ceremony after the child was born, as the Ning family's child's identity cannot be unclear.

At the time, she thought that Grandpa Ning meant to marry her first, but now it seems that he had found a better candidate and didn't want her, so he sent her away.

The car spewed out a cloud of exhaust fumes and sped away.

Zhou Lisha struggled violently, her eyes fixed on the dust kicked up by the wheels, almost going insane.

In the car, Shi Lan's face still flushed with embarrassment. She glanced timidly at Ning Yuze, who was staring ahead, and stammered, "Did something happen to Lisa's family?"

Ning Yuze gave a faint hum.

Shi Lan pursed her lips and lowered her eyes. That woman was always arrogant. With that kind of personality, she would have a hard time in the future.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Ning Yuze assumed she felt sorry for Zhou Lisha, so he explained, "After that night, I tested positive for something in my body. Out of consideration for the relationship between the Zhou family patriarch and my grandfather, I only took away a few of their business deals, and the matter was supposed to end there. But Zhou Tang was not satisfied and dared to play dirty tricks on me, so I just followed suit and made him suffer a bit."

Shi Lan nodded.

So, is it true that Ning Yuze is the one controlling Han Dong?

No wonder he's been bringing his computer back to his room even at night lately; it seems he's been remotely controlling Han Dong's actions.

Back at the mansion, Ning Yuze went straight into his study and wouldn't come out.

Shi Lan returned to her room and ironed her pajamas. When it was time for bed that night, she took the clothes to Ning Yuze.

Seeing the clearly handmade clothes, Ning Yuze was taken aback, and asked knowingly, "For me?"

Shi Lan nodded with a smile.

Ning Yuze's lips curled slightly. Without saying a word, he went straight to the washroom. When he returned, he was wearing a moon-white soft silk shirt and trousers, with a lithe black dragon coiled on his chest, its huge body winding down around him and ending at the hem of his shirt that covered his knees.

The light inside the room shone a warm orange, reflecting the golden glints along the edges of the black dragon's scales, and its dark, deep eyes gleamed faintly with the rise and fall of its chest.

Shi Lan stared blankly at him and the black dragon she had only seen in images, her heart surging with emotions.

This was the first time Ning Yuze had seen her look at him like that, and the excitement of receiving the gift suddenly surged even more.

He stepped forward, pulled Shi Lan aside, and whispered, "Is it beautiful?"

Shi Lan nodded gently.

Ning Yuze then curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

Shi Lan reached out and stroked the scales, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist. She raised her fair face, asking in a tone that was both coquettish and inviting, "Aren't you going to give me a reward?"

Ning Yuze's heart pounded faster and faster.

Shi Lan nestled against him, her ear pressed against his chest. Hearing that powerful voice, she obediently closed her eyes.

Ning Yuze's throat went dry, his fingers trembled as he touched her face, he swallowed hard, and then slowly leaned in.

Warm, soft lips brushed against his cheek and gently landed on the corner of his mouth. Shi Lan's back tensed, but her fingers gripped his clothes tightly, holding him close, her face tilted even higher.

Ning Yuze looked up and stared intently at her.

Seeing her eyelashes tremble, her cheeks flush, and her lips tighten, she was clearly extremely nervous yet still coquettishly greeted him.

If one does not accept the favor of such a beautiful woman, one would truly be a wasted youth.

Ning Yuze's blood was surging wildly. He longed to meld the beauty in his arms into his body, into his very bones, and to become one with her. The sensation he felt would surely be unforgettable.

Ning Yuze held back his emotions, turning all his strength into a soft sigh of pity. He buried his head in her neck, took a deep breath, tightened his arms, and held her tightly in his embrace.

Shi Lan was taken aback by his actions and opened her eyes in a daze.

Ning Yuze rubbed his head sullenly, thinking about the gradual plan he had made before. He didn't think he had the patience to endure until the last step.

"Shi Lan, let's get married, right away."

That way he can do what he wants.

Shi Lan blinked, confused as to how a simple kiss could escalate into discussing marriage.

Ning Yuze shook his head and rubbed it, asking her in a slightly coquettish tone, "Is it okay?"

Shi Lan's body was already very sensitive. Ning Yuze's hair was very soft, and when he brushed against her like that, Shi Lan felt a tingling sensation running down her neck, causing her to groan and lose all strength.

Leaning softly against Ning Yuze, Shi Lan could only breathe heavily.

The warm breath sprayed on Ning Yuze's neck, and the soft weight made him even more irresistible. Ning Yuze hugged her tighter and tighter, and his rubbing became more and more unrestrained.

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