Gong Ning was taken aback, and tugged at his sleeve, "Um, Yan Jingzhou, are you alright? I was just saying something about this... uh..."
The man suddenly pulled her into his arms, his strong, muscular arms tightly binding the girl, the force of which made Gong Ning feel a sharp pain.
She patted his arm, looking completely bewildered. "Hey, Yan Jingzhou, what are you doing? Don't think you can get away with this. Let go of me, hey!"
"Su Yang used to be on Yan Cheng's side, so naturally he overheard the news and came to you to show off!"
"Yan Cheng?"
Gong Ning rolled her eyes. This person seemed to be Old Master Yan's adopted son, known as Second Master Yan.
Just as I was about to ask something else.
"You, um—"
The man suddenly lifted the girl's chin and lowered his head to seal her slightly pouting lips with his.
In her drowsy state, Gong Ning heard the man's deep, magnetic voice teasing her, "Silly girl, you've finally come to your senses, my silly girl!"
A look of confusion flashed in Gong Ning's eyes. Before she could think of anything, the back of her head was grabbed again.
...
Gong Ning sat at the dining table, holding a glass of water, taking small sips with a flushed face.
Her big, dark eyes were brimming with tears, giving her a soft and easily bullied appearance.
The sight caught the eye of the man standing nearby, and his gaze involuntarily flickered, his eyes growing ever deeper.
Watching the man elegantly dine with his knife and fork in both hands, a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.
He seemed to be smiling. When I looked over, I saw him sitting upright and eating with an elegant demeanor. But when I looked away, I felt that he was smiling.
She secretly pursed her lips, though she was clearly chuckling to herself.
Her face flushed several shades red without her realizing it.
Gong Ning took a big gulp of water, her fingers fiddling with the glass.
No, this atmosphere is too irritating; I need to find a topic to talk about.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up. Oh right, she almost forgot.
"Yan Jingzhou, did Ling's mother and father go on a trip? When are they coming back? Did Ling's grandfather go with them?"
Yan Jingzhou suddenly loosened his grip on the knife and fork, and they slammed onto the plate with a loud clatter.
The restaurant fell silent instantly.
Yan Jingzhou's originally warm and gentle gaze instantly turned dark and deep, his handsome and narrow eyebrows suddenly frosted over, and his face was as cold as a deep pool.
The aura around him instantly froze, becoming chillingly cold.
The fingers hovering above the plate were trembling uncontrollably.
Gong Ning was startled, seeing his face suddenly turn pale, and quickly grabbed his hand, "A-Zhou, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You're not feeling well, I, I'll go get you some medicine, don't scare me, I..."
The man suddenly grabbed her hand, looked up, and gazed at her silently.
Her deep black eyes held a melancholy she couldn't fathom, as if they held a thousand unspoken words, yet she didn't know where to begin.
Gong Ning opened her mouth, then stopped all her movements. "You...."
The man suddenly interrupted her, his expression returning to its previous gentleness.
It was as if the intense emotions that had just suddenly arisen had never occurred.
He affectionately patted the girl's head, a rare gentle smile appearing on his face.
Unlike the usual very faint and weak smile, this smile was extremely wide and very obvious.
"I'm fine, why are you suddenly asking about them?"
Gong Ning felt that Yan Jingzhou's smile was very strange, as if he was deliberately hiding something.
But it also feels very real, making you subconsciously want to get hooked.
"Oh, I found it in the library of the study. It's the photo we took together before. I haven't met Grandpa Ling yet. When are they coming back? Will they bring me any new and interesting gifts?"
The man's long, slender fingers curled slightly as he said gently, "Yes!"
After a moment of silence, the man suddenly stood up, gently patted her head, and spoke softly:
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