The autumn rain drizzled, hitting the mirror-like black roof of the Bentley Continental, gathering into a stream and meandering down.
Ning Xiuyan sank into the soft leather seat, looking out the window at the rapidly receding city skyline, washed shiny by the rain.
The "Christmas Bloody Carnival" that took place in the Ning family's living room a few months ago and ended with Ning Yunmeng being dragged into a mental hospital did not seem to have left any trace in this prosperous city.
Only within the Ning family, the power structure was quietly redistributed, and Ning Xiwan, the sister he once disliked the most but now deeply feared, had become the new center.
He subconsciously touched his newly dyed hair, which glowed a cool gray-blue hue under the overhead light.
The color was both bold and restrained, just like his current state of mind—after being mercilessly kicked into the swimming pool by Ning Xiwan, a certain deep-rooted frivolity and arrogance was mostly extinguished by the cold water.
What replaced it was a dormant, scrutinizing caution and an increasingly clear understanding of one's own situation.
He needed something to fill his pent-up restlessness and prove that he was not useless.
"Second Young Master, we've arrived at Guanghua Business School." The driver stopped the car steadily and reminded in a low voice.
Ning Xiuyan withdrew his gaze and pushed open the car door.
The cool, damp autumn wind immediately blew in his face, carrying raindrops. He casually gathered his well-tailored dark gray cashmere coat and stepped out of the car.
Dark brown Chelsea boots made a slight sound as they stepped on the wet bluestone pavement.
Guanghua Business School, the home of a top business school, is also a gathering place for the children of wealthy families. Ning Xiuyan's target today is clear: Zhang Xuanhua, the young master of the Zhang family who just returned from abroad and was parachuted into Guanghua as a freshman.
It is rumored that this person has extremely exquisite looks, a profound background, but an unpredictable personality.
For Ning Xiuyan, this was like a tempting poison, which could satisfy his long-dormant desire for beauty, and if handled properly, it might even become some kind of bargaining chip.
He liked that face, and a strong desire to conquer it was stirring in his heart.
He opened a large black umbrella and walked calmly through the college's quaint and elegant archway covered with ivy, heading towards the crowded teaching building.
After passing a huge ginkgo forest that looked even more golden and dazzling in the autumn rain, Ning Xiuyan paused slightly.
His eyes passed through the sparse rain curtains and the falling golden fan-shaped leaves, and were precisely locked on a figure under the eaves of the side corridor of the teaching building.
The man leaned against a rough red brick column, his posture relaxed and casual. He wore a designer black hooded sweatshirt, with a matching bomber jacket loosely layered over it, zipped only to the chest.
The most eye-catching thing is the neat black wolf-tail hairstyle, with a few strands of slightly wet hair hanging in front of the smooth forehead.
He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to a companion wearing black-framed glasses talking beside him. There was a clean and gentle smile on the corner of his lips, like the sunshine in the early autumn afternoon that was not stained by rain.
Ning Xiuyan's gaze was like being attracted by a magnet, fixed firmly on the man's face.
Zhang Xuanhua.
Target confirmed. Ning Xiuyan put on a suave, approachable smile and walked over.
Zhang Xuanhua looked up when he heard the voice, and his light blue eyes held just the right hint of doubt and curiosity that belonged to a stranger.
His companion, the boy with glasses (Ning Xiuyan later learned his name was Chen Mo), also stopped talking and looked at the uninvited guest curiously.
"Excuse me," Ning Xiuyan stopped two steps away from the two of them, folded his umbrella, and let the raindrops from the tip of the umbrella spread out to form a small dark patch on the ground.
He fixed his gaze on Zhang Xuanhua's face with a sincere smile, "If I'm not mistaken, it's Zhang Xuanhua, Young Master Zhang?"
Zhang Xuanhua was slightly stunned, then showed a slightly shy smile, with a barely perceptible blush on his cheeks, and his eyes were as clear as a deer in the woods.
"I'm Zhang Xuanhua."
The voice is clear and clean, with a texture unique to teenagers.
"Who is this?" He looked at Ning Xiuyan, asking.
"Ning Xiuyan." Ning Xiuyan gave his name and nodded to Chen Mo in a friendly manner. "Ning family, second in line."
"It turns out to be the Second Young Master Ning." The smile on Zhang Xuanhua's face deepened, appearing sincere yet with a hint of shyness of "long-admired".
"Hello." He extended his hand, his fingers were long and clean, and his nails were trimmed neatly and roundly.
Ning Xiuyan's heart moved slightly, and he held the hand. The touch was slightly cool, but delicate.
Zhang Xuanhua's reaction completely fits the image of a young master who has just returned to China, is inexperienced in the world, and is well protected by his family.
This made his desire for conquest and sense of control even stronger.
"Mr. Zhang joined Guanghua right after returning to China. He is truly a promising young man." Ning Xiuyan released his hand, his tone naturally warm.
"This rain won't stop anytime soon, why don't we find a place to sit? I know a nice cafe nearby, it's quiet and they serve authentic pour-over coffee."
He extended the invitation with just the right attitude, showing both the dignity of a son of a noble family and the care for the "younger generation".
Zhang Xuanhua seemed a little hesitant. He looked at Chen Mo beside him, and then looked at the continuous rain outside.
There is a hint of natural wariness towards "strangers" in the light blue eyes, but more of a yearning for "quiet cafes" and "good coffee".
This hesitation and purity made Ning Xiuyan more certain of his judgment.
"This..." Zhang Xuanhua said hesitantly.
"Let's go together, Xuanhua." Chen Mo was very tactful and pushed his glasses with a smile. "It just so happens that I also want to go and have a drink of hot water."
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