Chapter 31 Ning-ge, aren't you angry?

Ning Yao thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Brother Ning, you're not angry?"

Ning Yiwen: "..."

He snatched the camera from Ning Yao's hand, placed it on the table beside her, then came back and grabbed Ning Yao's wrist.

"Come, sit down. Tell me, who is this addressed to?"

As he spoke, his knuckles lightly tapped the table, producing a "beep beep beep" sound.

The rhythmic sound added another layer of pressure to Ning Yao.

At this moment, he had completely concealed the look in his eyes, and his expression became serious.

"It's finally back to normal..." Ning Yao muttered to herself.

“Speak!” Ning Yiwen emphasized, “If I remember correctly, this should be the first love letter you’ve ever written.”

Ning Yao took a deep breath and left the rest unsaid: "This love letter of mine was written by someone else."

Once a lie begins, countless more lies are needed to cover it up.

She found it quite troublesome, so she simply told Ning Yiwen half the truth and half the lie.

Moreover, she has already chosen her partner.

Ning Yiwen's next question was, as expected, "On behalf of whom?"

"Red Leaves," Ning Yao said without hesitation.

This was the scapegoat she had chosen. Before Ning Yiwen could ask any more questions, Ning Yao told him the whole story.

"Just today, Hongye told me that she is getting engaged. For the sake of the future, she was going to write a love letter to her boyfriend, but she didn't have any feelings and couldn't write it, so I wrote it for her."

The ghostwriting was real, but the recipient was fake.

Ning Yao's words were filled with truth and spoken with particular righteousness and awe.

Even Ning Yiwen, who knew her very well, couldn't find a single mistake.

“Ghostwriting…” Ning Yiwen raised an eyebrow and said in a cool tone, “You’re quite capable, aren’t you?”

Ning Yao couldn't tell whether the words were sarcastic or sarcastic, but they were definitely not kind.

She chose to remain silent.

Ning Yiwen, who now understood her own feelings, wouldn't let her just let it go.

"Then you can write me a love letter too." Ning Yiwen scoffed inwardly. How could someone take on such a task? They really don't know their own limitations.

Ning Yao was speechless, and the first person that came to mind was that Miss Cheng.

"Brother Ning, if you have someone you like, shouldn't you write the love letter yourself to show your sincerity?"

Apart from that Miss Cheng, Ning Yao had never seen Ning Yiwen get close to anyone, especially girls.

Ning Yiwen didn't explain, he just stared intently into Ning Yao's eyes.

When she said he had someone he liked, there wasn't a trace of displeasure in her eyes, only resistance.

What I resist is the idea of ​​having love letters written by someone else.

Realizing this, he felt down for a moment.

But Ning Yiwen quickly perked up. Having raised her from a baby to adulthood, how could he not know her?

"I'm just asking you, will you agree?" Ning Yiwen asked.

Ning Yao: "..."

She had no choice but to agree; she couldn't very well say that she could write for others but not for Ning Ge.

Ning Yiwen nodded, "Very good."

As he spoke, he folded the love letter and put it in his pocket, saying, "Then this one is mine."

Ning Yao: ? ? ?

She stared blankly at Ning Yiwen's fluid and effortless interception, her mind unable to process what he was doing for a moment.

Ning Yao: "This..."

Ning Yiwen: "What? Do you mean there's a first-come-first-served rule between me and Wan Hongye?"

"No need for that," Ning Yao sighed.

Like an old lady, she suddenly hunched over, as if all her energy had been drained.

She spent the whole day writing love letters, thinking she could deliver them tomorrow, but it turns out she has to write one more...

This isn't just about a love letter; it's about taking her life.

Ning Yiwen chuckled, "What? You wrote the love letter you agreed to during the day before dinner? I thought this would be easy for you."

Ning Yao waved her hand and gave him a disgruntled look. "What do you know?"

This is something that needs to be done in one go.

It weakens again, and is exhausted the third time.

Her mind is deteriorating, and all those simulated feelings of love and romance have been drained away.

Writing another letter is easier said than done.

Ning Yao puffed out her cheeks, and despite her displeasure, she returned to her desk, set out her pen and paper, and prepared to start writing a love letter.

This matter is quite urgent. The sooner it is written, the sooner she can exchange information with Huo Li, and also... she wants to dig out all of Ning Ge's secrets as soon as possible!

Thinking of this, Ning Yao looked up at Ning Yiwen, who was sitting opposite her.

One glance was enough to make it hard to look away.

He was dressed in a light blue long gown, sitting upright. He held a pen in his hand, writing something with great concentration.

The kerosene lamp was in front of him on the right side of his desk. The light illuminated his face, and Ning Yao could clearly see the shadow of his high nose bridge cast on one side of his handsome face, making his features appear even more profound.

A beautiful woman looks even more beautiful under the lamplight.

Ning Yao couldn't help but rest her chin on her hand, her eyes filled with admiration for the person in front of her.

Suddenly, her gaze met Ning Yiwen's raised eyes, and she quickly looked away.

The gesture was quite grand, giving the impression of trying to hide something obvious.

Ning Yiwen asked gently, "What are you staring at so intently?"

His words were merely questions, yet a hint of a smile flickered in his eyes.

He was honored and happy to be the one who stunned her.

Ning Yao stammered, "Thinking...thinking about something."

Unaware that the person opposite her had already surrounded her like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, using the most beautiful profile angle and the gentlest voice, as if they were air.

"So... are you thinking of love poems?" Ning Yiwen said leisurely. "How about I read you a few?"

Ning Yao tilted her head, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, and the air seemed to be moving much less.

Ning Yao asked, puzzled, "It feels a bit stuffy, Brother Ning, can you feel it?"

"Boring?" Ning Yiwen laughed, his features bright and clear, and the entire study seemed to brighten up with his laughter.

“I’ll read it to you, then you won’t be bored,” Ning Yiwen said.

"At first sight, there was a delightful surprise; after a while, the joy deepened. A single encounter, like the golden breeze and jade dew, surpasses countless meetings in the mortal world..."

His voice was tender and gentle, and the verses he recited seemed to be held in his mouth. His pronunciation was neither too loud nor too soft, and his enunciation revealed an indescribable charm.

His eyebrows were smiling, and his eyes were fixed on her.

Ning Yao: "..."

I want to cover my mouth, I want to scream.

Ning Ge looks like he's possessed by something.

Or, cover his mouth?

Ning Yao thought this was utterly rebellious.

Ning Yiwen noticed her momentary lapse in concentration.

He stopped abruptly, his heart sinking, and his tone naturally carried a hint of coldness:

“Repeat what I just said so I can hear it again.”

Ning Yao "..."

It's back to normal, but it would have been better if it hadn't been normal at all.

She couldn't possibly remember which lines he had just recited.

This life is becoming increasingly unbearable.

Fine, I'll just write it anyway, even if it's difficult.

Ning Yao lowered her head, adopting an attitude of focusing on her work and refusing to communicate.

Nothing was said that night.

The next day, at dawn, as the sky was just beginning to lighten.

Ning Yao yawned as she got out of bed, intending to make breakfast.

But she was so sleepy that she yawned again, and a thin mist welled up in the corners of her eyes.

She wrote love letters until very late yesterday, but the later it got, the less inspiration she had.

In the end, what I wrote was a complete mess.

She felt that all her inspiration had been used up in her first love letter.

I went outside and stretched out a big yawn in front of the faintly bright sky with its soft blue glow.

With a raised hand, her slender, fair waist was faintly visible.

"Ning Yao." Ning Yiwen's voice came from beside her.

Ning Yao looked up and saw that Ning Yiwen was already dressed neatly.

Good morning, Brother Ning.

Ning Yao smiled at him.

Unexpectedly, Ning Yiwen walked over directly, put his hands on her shoulders, turned her around, and made her face the room. "You're still sleepy, right? Go back and get some more sleep."

Ning Yao glanced at the hand on her shoulder. "Brother Ning, we agreed that I would make breakfast."

"No need. You stayed up so late last night, you should rest today."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yao had already been pushed back into the room.

The sky outside the window was just beginning to lighten, while the room was still dimly lit.

Ning Yao was already sleepy, and now, enveloped in the dim light, she groggily climbed back into bed to catch up on her sleep.

When she woke up again, it was already broad daylight.

"Oh no!" Ning Yao slapped her forehead, quickly got up, hooked off her shoes, and rushed out of the room.

Just then, I saw Ning Yiwen carrying two bowls out of the kitchen.

"Brother Ning! I overslept!" Ning Yao exclaimed.

Ning Yiwen calmly placed the bowl in his hand on the stone table in the courtyard. "No, you're just awake. Come and eat."

Ning Yao stood there, blinked, and the scene of waking up in the morning and being pushed back to sleep flashed before her eyes.

She covered her face, inwardly wailing.

She's really getting further and further away from being independent.

I had everything planned out, but how did I manage to succumb to my own laziness?

Ning Yao couldn't help but speak up, "Brother Ning, I'm already completely clueless about farming. If you keep spoiling me like this, I won't even be able to use my limbs."

Ning Yiwen chuckled upon hearing this, the laughter emanating from his chest. "Then I won't be diligent. Anyway, I'll take care of everything."

“Okay.” Ning Yao readily agreed, not showing any boastfulness, but she drew a big X behind her back with her hands.

As clever as she is, she naturally knows how much truth there is in those words, and she also knows that those words have an expiration date.

*

After school, Ning Yao arrived at the gate of Wanzhong Girls' High School again. Today, she had a clear goal and arrived even earlier than yesterday.

Wanzhong Girls' High School was as lively as ever, with many small stalls set up in an orderly fashion on both sides of the entrance, and people coming and going.

It has a feeling of being both messy and orderly.

Ning Yao also took a few more glances.

After all, the stalls here are different from those on other streets, with many more items for girls.

There are so many little gadgets for makeup and dressing up, like rouge and face powder.

Wanzhong Girls' High School does have school uniforms, all of which are blue shirts and black knee-length A-line skirts.

Ning Yao glanced down at her clothes; the dark blue top was noticeably different.

She secretly regretted not wearing another similar outfit.

But waiting like this...

Ning Yao watched as one female student after another, with different appearances but wearing the same clothes, walked past her, her eyes almost blurring with the sight.

I wonder if the person from yesterday delivered the message.

Ning Yao's thoughts were a jumbled mess.

“Ning Yao…” a familiar voice rang out.

Ning Yao looked toward the source of the sound and saw Yan Sifan standing prettily at the entrance of Wanzhong Girls' High School.

Her smile was very bright.

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Author's Note: Oh my god... I accidentally cut and pasted the text instead of copying it, and now I can't paste it here. When I went back to check, I found it was empty and had been cut out. I almost lost this entire chapter! It scared me to death.