After dinner, Ning Yifan stayed for a while and was about to leave.
Zhang Wan had been waiting for her son to come back for a long time, so how could she let him go so easily?
"Son, don't go back tonight. Stay at home for one night. After all, this is your own home." Zhang Wan immediately sat next to Ning Yifan, holding his hand, her face full of longing.
"That's right. You haven't been back to live here for a long time. Just stay here today." Even Ning Changyuan kindly persuaded Ning Yifan.
But Ning Yifan was very conflicted. He really couldn't stay here today, after all, he had another one at home.
The astute Ning Changyuan seemed to notice Ning Yifan's dilemma, so he asked tentatively: "Yifan, is there something going on that is inconvenient for you to stay here?"
Zhang Wan was puzzled: "Inconvenient? What's inconvenient about it?"
Ning Yifan paused, his heart skipping a beat. He quickly explained, "No, it's not inconvenient. It's just me. I have something else to do later..."
Zhang Wan still didn't give up and still wanted him to stay: "You can come back when you're done..."
Ning Changyuan smiled knowingly: "Okay, we won't force you, just go and do what you need. As long as you can come back often to have dinner with me and your mother, we will be satisfied."
Ning Changyuan could tell that he must have something to worry about and that was why he didn't want to stay. He checked his phone more than a dozen times in over an hour, and kept looking at his watch. He became absent-minded after dinner. Maybe someone was waiting for him at home.
Ning Yifan was shocked. This time he was not forced to stay. What was he waiting for? He had to get up quickly. Otherwise, if he changed his mind later, he would have nowhere to run.
So he immediately stood up and put on his clothes, explaining as he did so, "I really have something to do, so I'm leaving now. I'll come back often in the future. Bye, Mom and Dad!"
After saying that, he left quickly, like an arrow from a bow, without stopping for a moment.
"Hey, kid, go slower..." Zhang Wan followed him out and warned him.
Ning Changyuan sat steadily on the sofa, reading the newspaper and complaining about her: "Everyone is gone, and you're still reading..."
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wan started to blame him at this time.
She had just looked at Ning Yifan's receding figure with a loving face, but now she walked up to Ning Changyuan angrily: "Why did you let your son go? Do you know how difficult it is to get your son back? Do you know how much effort I put in..."
Zhang Wan's nagging was a great blow to his ears. It was like a hail of bullets aimed at him, leaving him unable to fight back.
He reluctantly put down the financial newspaper he was reading, stood up, comforted Zhang Wan to sit down, and patiently explained to her, "You are usually so smart and good at judging people, so why are you so clueless when it comes to your son?"
Zhang Wan, who was originally still angry, became confused after hearing what he said: "What do you mean?"
Ning Changyuan smiled: "Ever since Yifan came back, your eyes have been on him, haven't you noticed?
He checked his phone more than a dozen times during the one-hour meal, clearly waiting for messages. After finishing his meal, he became distracted, constantly checking his watch. This suggests he's in a hurry or... anxious to see the person he was waiting to message! He's in such a hurry to get home, maybe someone's waiting for him back home... "
After listening to Ning Changyuan's analysis, Zhang Wan recalled the details she had just missed, and it seemed to be just as he said...
"Tell me, your son won't fall in love again, right?"
Ning Changyuan laughed out loud, "You, you worry about nothing all day long!"
After saying that, he returned to the bedroom with the unfinished newspaper.
At this moment, she couldn't help but think of the call she received from the hospital a few days ago.
After a while, Ning Yifan returned home.
He opened the door and saw the light on in the living room. When he got closer, he saw Shen Yueyan lying on the sofa. But she didn't seem to notice him.
He coughed twice, deliberately making heavy breathing sounds, then took a glass of water and sat down.
"Why are you up?" Ning Yifan took off his coat, put on slippers, and walked towards Shen Yueyan.
Shen Yueyan was startled.
She had just hung up the video call with her aunt.
"Didn't you go home to have dinner with your parents? Why are you back so soon?"
It's been less than two hours since he left. Why is he in such a hurry to come back? Does he think she will do something bad if she leaves him alone?
Really...
"It's all to see you sooner!"
He put down the cup, wiped the sweat off his face with a pretentious gesture, and said with a heavy breath, "I ran through three red lights along the way, got out of the car and ran home at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, just because I was worried about you!"
After saying that, he didn't forget to raise his eyebrows: "How about it, are you very touched?"
Shen Yueyan frowned uncontrollably, showing a physiological disgust towards his exaggerated and greasy performance.
He thought he had performed flawlessly, but in fact she had just seen it all. She was on the balcony talking to her aunt on the phone, but saw Ning Yifan suddenly rush into her sight, running around downstairs, doing jumping jacks and push-ups. She thought he was exercising, but he didn't seem to be doing it so quickly, so she waited to see what he was doing. As a result, he said this when he came back.
She was too lazy to expose him and replied without emotion: "I'm so touched."
He entered the bedroom in a wheelchair.
Ning Yifan was puzzled...
What went wrong? She seemed completely unresponsive, completely emotionless.
I ran through three red lights and rushed back breathlessly because I was worried about her.
Could it be that three red lights are too few?
It really gives him a headache.
In the past, women always rushed to please him, sticking to him like chewing gum and impossible to get rid of. But why is this woman so indifferent to him? It's difficult to deal with!
But no matter how difficult it is, he doesn't believe he can't do it.
If he can't even handle a woman, where will his reputation as Young Master Ning be?
But looking at the closed door, he collapsed on the sofa, thinking about his next move.
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