Ning Bingyu's speech always felt like a gentle breeze, and he was very refined. He even referred to his re-education through labor as "work."
Rong Zhaonan replied succinctly, "Yes."
His gaze swept over Ning Bingyu's deep, handsome eyebrows, large eyes, and high nose.
Ning Yuan doesn't particularly like her own appearance.
She has big, round, dark eyes, a small round face, a small mouth, and a not-too-high nose.
An overly typical youthful appearance.
She was so thin and small that even though she was twenty-one years old, she still looked like a teenage girl of about fifteen or sixteen.
But apart from her nose, her willow-leaf eyebrows, big eyes, and deep brow bone contours are almost identical to Ning Bingyu's.
Ning Bingyu's features were more sharp, but he was just as handsome.
Rong Zhaonan thought Ning Bingyu would ask more questions, but the other party just smiled and continued taking pictures.
...
In the other car, Director Ou pushed up his glasses, frowned at his youngest son, and said, "What's wrong with you today? The way you treated Captain Rong, did you even know him when you were in the county?"
The only possible connection between her little brat and Rong Zhaonan was in that small county town in the southwest.
Ou Minglang said lazily, "I don't have any particular attitude. I just don't like how arrogant he is."
Director Ou was baffled: "Where did they get the arrogance? I think you look arrogant, and they have the ability to be arrogant!"
Ou Minglang twitched the corner of his mouth but remained silent.
Director Ou sighed, “The fact that you, a clueless kid, were able to participate in this mission is purely because the higher-ups think you had a good relationship with the Ning family in Hong Kong when you were a child. It doesn’t mean you’re really capable. When they were your age, they had outstanding military achievements, while you were still playing in the mud…”
Ou Minglang said sarcastically, "Alright, alright, I know, I'm no match for that hypocritical and sanctimonious Rong Zhaonan, okay?"
Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan had a falling out. He thought that guy had abandoned his friend and gone to Beijing, but he didn't expect him to come to Shanghai again.
Ou Minglang was upset.
In the few months since enrolling, in addition to his regular courses at Jiaotong University, he has been extremely busy—attending a flight school for intensive training in skydiving and flying.
I haven't had time to visit Ning Yuan, but I've written her a few letters. I wonder how she is doing now.
Ou Minglang stared blankly at the azure sky outside the window.
By participating in his dad's "activity," he should have a chance to visit Ning Yuan at Fudan University!
...
This time, they stayed at the Jinjiang Hotel in Shanghai, which is specially designed to receive foreign guests.
Ou Minglang and Rong Zhaonan were also assigned rooms.
Ning Bingyu was staying in a suite. He handed his coat to his secretary, then looked at Ou Minglang and smiled, "Ah Lang, do you have time? Come sit here for a while?"
Ou Minglang was about to enter the room when he heard this and raised his chin: "Okay, Brother Yu."
As he spoke, he walked straight through the corridor, following Ning Bingyu and his secretary Vivian into the room as if he hadn't seen Rong Zhaonan.
Director Ou said awkwardly, "This kid..."
Rong Zhaonan said indifferently, "It's okay, it's normal for kids to be a little rebellious."
As Ou Minglang was closing the door, he heard his words and his fair, handsome face turned ashen with anger. What did he mean by "child"?
At his age, he could easily get Ning Yuan pregnant and have a child, which would infuriate Rong Zhaonan!
But Rong Zhaonan had already gone into his room and closed the door.
Ou Minglang slammed the door shut and sat down on the sofa.
Ning Bingyu looked at Ou Minglang and found it somewhat amusing: "What, you and that Inspector Rong don't get along?"
In Hong Kong, police officers are called "Ah Sir," and Ning Bingyu felt that Rong Zhaonan had the air of an Ah Sir.
He guessed that the other party might be an undercover officer.
Although Ou Minglang didn't like Rong Zhaonan, he wouldn't hold him back. He simply said, "It's nothing. My dad always compares me to him."
Hearing his childish words, Ning Bingyu couldn't help but smile and patted his head: "Langzai is the best."
Ou Minglang felt even more heartbroken and slapped his hand away: "...Brother Yu, I'm twenty years old now, not the seven-year-old Langzai I used to be!"
Brother, stop trying to comfort me like you're a child. I'm not being comforted at all!
Ning Bingyu sat down, elegantly rolled up his sleeves, and loosened his tie: "Yes, Ah Lang has grown up. Can you do me a favor?"
Ou Minglang asked, puzzled, "What kind of help?"
The Ning family is one of the four most powerful families in Hong Kong, with businesses spanning Hong Kong and overseas. The only things that Ning Bingyu would ask him for help with are matters in mainland China.
Ning Bingyu said, "You remember, my mother gave birth to five brothers, but I should actually have a younger sister."
Ou Minglang was stunned: "What?!"
Ning Bingyu sighed: "We left in batches. My mother was in an unstable pregnancy and stayed in bed to rest until the very end."
"On the day she had to leave, she suddenly had an attack and gave birth to her youngest sister in the ancestral hall."
Ning Bingyu looked out the window with a complicated expression: "At that time, an accident happened in the mansion, and my father's wet nurse took my younger sister and hid outside the mansion first."
"But since we had to catch the ship to leave, my father had no choice but to take my mother with him first. He originally planned to settle down in Hong Kong first and then come back to find my younger sister."
He gave a wry smile: "Who knew that once we went there, the border would be closed, and we haven't been able to return to the mainland for so many years."
Ou Minglang suddenly understood: "So, Brother Yu, you came back this time not only for 'investment cooperation' with the mainland, but also to find your little sister."
Ning Bingyu nodded: "My maternal grandfather has been bedridden for many years and hopes for a family reunion. My mother also sets out a set of chopsticks and bowls for my little sister every day. The family always prepares clothes for my little sister according to her age."
He said softly, "The family is missing a child; their fate must be known."
Ou Minglang sighed and asked, "Brother Yu, why don't you ask my dad? He can help you more than I can!"
Ning Bingyu paused for a moment: "I came back this time on official business. If I go to see Uncle Ou, it will become official business. My family's idea is not to make a big fuss and cause unnecessary trouble."
Ou Minglang understood: "I understand, I will try my best to find a way."
The "investment cooperation" brought by the Ning family this time is very special, and everyone should keep a low profile as much as possible.
The Ning family's concerns are valid.
Ning Bingyu smiled faintly: "I'll have my secretary Vivian give you all the clues we've been able to find over the years."
...
After Rong Zhaonan picked up Ning Bingyu, the group spent three days staying in the heavily guarded Jinjiang Hotel and didn't go anywhere else.
December is just around the corner.
On the fourth day, he received a call from Chen Chen at the Jinjiang Hotel.
"We've received news from the capital that, in addition to trying to prevent your reinstatement, the Xiang family has indeed tried to influence Ningnan as well, but there's no direct evidence."
"He Su and Rong Xiangdong seem to be fine, but Qin Hongxing received several calls from Ningnan City, including..."
Rong Zhaonan listened to Chen Chen's phone call with a blank expression.
"In other words, they are all suspects, but there is no direct evidence to prove who colluded with Tang Jun?"
Chen Chen cautiously replied on the other end of the phone, "Mmm..."
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his phoenix eyes, took a box of Zhongnanhai cigarettes from the TV cabinet, took one out and lit it.
Chen Chen did not hang up the phone, but waited quietly for the next instruction.
This time, Rong Zhaonan, unusually, didn't just light a cigarette; he took two puffs, the smoke blurring his cold, menacing eyes—
"Then tell Ah Heng to send each of them a Winter Solstice 'surprise' for me, since they're not wronged!"
Chen Chen gasped. Was the captain just firing indiscriminately like a Gatling gun?
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