That very night, he learned that Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan's marriage was merely a temporary arrangement, and that the two had never consummated their marriage.
Moreover, she knew that her grandparents were worried that Rong Zhaonan's frequent business trips would eventually lead to him and Ning Yuan being unable to stay together.
They were even worried that their big white goose would steal Ning Yuan away.
He was so embarrassed in the bathroom that he could dig three bedrooms and a living room out of his toes. Did he really look that immoral?
Ning Yuan was at a loss for words. Ou Minglang had left after using the restroom that time, and she had no idea that there was this other matter.
Occasionally, Ou Minglang would look at her with a sympathetic gaze, which was rather strange.
So he genuinely sympathized with her becoming a divorced woman?
"Why are you worrying about things I don't even care about!" Ning Yuan waved her hand dismissively.
She doesn't plan to work for any company; she'll find her own way to make a living.
They don't care that these days divorced women are considered to have bad morals and that it will affect their chances of getting into good companies and good positions.
Ou Minglang didn't care that Ning Yuan had become a divorced woman. Hearing her nonchalant attitude, he felt a little relieved.
Ou Minglang said very seriously, "I swear to Marx on my integrity—I will keep your secret!"
Hearing the nineteen-year-old boy's earnest yet innocent vow, Ning Yuan felt a warmth in her heart.
This era has its pure and innocent hearts.
As they spoke, they arrived at the entrance of Ning Yuan's courtyard. Ou Minglang jumped off the tricycle: "We're here!"
Just as Ning Yuan was about to take the vehicle, a large hand suddenly reached out and pressed on the tricycle handlebars, taking the vehicle from her.
Rong Zhaonan's tall figure also blocked the two of them. He looked coldly at Ou Minglang and said, "Thank you for bringing Xiao Ning back. You should leave now, Ou Minglang."
Ou Minglang looked at him, a slight smirk playing on his lips, then suddenly jumped up like he was shooting a basketball, tilting his head towards Ning Yuan: "See you at school tomorrow, hey!"
After saying that, he slung his satchel over his shoulder and ran off in a flash.
Ning Yuan stared at the half of Ou Minglang's face that was peeking out from Rong Zhaonan's shoulder. She was stunned for a few seconds and almost burst out laughing.
That kid's got some nerve!
"Isn't that interesting? Don't I look like the kind of parent who tries to stop a boy from dating a girl?" A cold voice rang out above Ning Yuan's head.
Ning Yuan looked up and met a pair of dark, cold phoenix eyes. She choked for a moment: "No...no..."
Looking at the girl in front of him, who looked like she'd been caught dating her crush, Rong Zhaonan's delicate lips curled into a sharp smile: "Go back to your room, I have something to say."
He locked the door and disciplined his wife; it seems his young wife really needs a good beating.
Ning Yuan didn't know why, but looking into his oppressive eyes, she felt a sense of fear: "I don't... um, I still need to tidy up a bit."
...
“You don’t need to pack anything, Grandma Xia and Old Man Tang will help.” Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes.
His hair was slightly damp, and he had a fresh, familiar soapy scent after a shower—a scent she knew well, one that had always made her feel safe.
But the danger emanating from him at that moment inexplicably frightened Ning Yuan, like being stalked by wolves in the mountains.
She gave a dry laugh: "No...no...they're too old, this isn't good."
After saying that, she turned and ran into the yard.
She didn't even know why she was running; she just instinctively wanted to get away from the man in front of her, otherwise something she was afraid of would happen.
But the next moment, she suddenly felt as if she had lost all weight—
Rong Zhaonan simply picked her up, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode into the room.
“Rong…cough cough…Rong Zhaonan…put me down…Grandpa…Grandma…” Ning Yuan was being carried upside down like this, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and she couldn’t even scream.
As soon as she opened her mouth, she choked on her own saliva and coughed, unable to even call for help!
He must have done it on purpose!
Once inside the room, Rong Zhaonan threw her onto the bed and then deftly locked the door behind him.
Although she was thrown onto the bed, somehow Ning Yuan didn't feel any obvious pain from the fall.
only……
Hearing the crisp "click" of the door locking, she jumped up and looked up at Rong Zhaonan: "You... why did you lock the door?"
The man raised his dark eyes, loosened the cufflinks of his white shirt, and walked towards her.
To put it nicely, it's like a hunter gracefully approaching his prey with his knife.
To put it bluntly, it's like decades later, the cannibalistic doctor Hannibal Lecter, scalpel in hand, heading towards his "snack."
"You...you...you...Stand there and speak properly!" Ning Yuan instinctively jumped back.
She suddenly darted to the corner of the window and then realized—how could she have jumped so far on the bed?
Hey, guess what?
That's because the two beds were somehow pushed together, making it wider...
Ning Yuan broke out in a cold sweat immediately. She wasn't an innocent girl, and if she hadn't sensed something was wrong by now, wouldn't that be just showing off?
"What did you say?" The handsome 'butcher' smiled, rolled up his other sleeve, and walked toward his rabbit.
"Speak like a human being, don't do this, I'm scared!" Ning Yuan shouted at him, grabbing the blankets of both of them as a temporary obstacle in front of her.
Although she knew it wouldn't do much good, something was better than nothing.
Rong Zhaonan stopped by the bed and said slowly, "Ning Yuan, you are my woman, and I have no intention of getting a divorce."
Ning Yuan was stunned; this was the first time she had ever heard him say that.
"Are you alright? That's not what you said before!" Ning Yuan couldn't help but raise her voice.
Rong Zhaonan stood there, his strong, long, and powerful forearms casually tucked into his pockets, looking down at her like an interrogator.
“If you didn’t kiss, hug, and touch me, then you should indeed stick to the original plan.”
Ning Yuan's eyes widened instinctively: "When...what..."
Halfway through her sentence, Ning Yuan choked under his cold and oppressive interrogation gaze.
This was the first time she had directly felt the oppressive force of his presence, like a tangible blade, which was truly overwhelming.
Ning Yuan hugged her pillow, nervously looking away, "Those...those were all accidents, just one or two...times!"
She forgot that most people in this era were still very conservative about relationships between men and women.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes: "Hmm, how many more times do you want?"
Ning Yuan was a little anxious and tried to explain, "No, that's not what I meant, but this isn't true either..."
"I don't know where you got your Westernized and decadent ideas from, but I'm not as casual as you," Rong Zhaonan coldly interrupted her.
Ning Yuan stiffened, her face flushing red: "I wasn't being casual, I was doing it for your own good..."
"Discussion over. You don't have a sufficient reason to convince me, Ning Yuan." Rong Zhaonan glanced down at his watch and said calmly.
Ning Yuan was stunned, not yet able to react: "What..."
Suddenly, the tall, cold figure in front of him knelt on the edge of the bed.
Before she could react, she was pulled out from behind the covers and shoved onto the bed.
The man's long, slender fingers, calloused from gun practice, gripped her shoulders and chin, pressing her down into the soft blankets.
The next moment, her delicate lips were fiercely sealed by the man's cold, thin lips.
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