Rong Zhaonan watched her go to fetch water and glanced at the kettle on the table.
He picked up the kettle without much expression: "I'll go get some water too."
Seeing this, Wei Heng also stood up, picked up a cup, and said, "Me too..."
"Battalion Commander Ning, please don't go to fetch water yet. I saw you use a chokehold earlier, it was really impressive. Can you teach me?"
Chen Chen grabbed Wei Heng's narrow waist and suddenly became incredibly quick-witted, as if he had 'missed his usual performance'.
Wei Heng felt a chill run down his spine as he was hugged: "Okay...okay, let me go first."
What's wrong with Rong Zhaonan and his men? Why do they all like to touch and hug their own people all the time?!
Chen Chen also realized that he was using the same tricks that he used to annoy his own team leader on Wei Heng.
He awkwardly let go of her hand, scratching his head: "Hehe, sorry, I just got excited for a moment."
Ou Minglang watched Rong Zhaonan's retreating figure, let out a low snort, crossed his arms, turned his face away, clearly in a bad mood.
This time, he was locked in the toilet and didn't even help his friend when he was in the most danger.
In the end, it was Rong Zhaonan and Brother Wei Heng who made the move.
For the first time, he felt that he was a useless scholar!
...
The dining car had been emptied and there were no other passengers. There was a relatively secluded corner at the rear of the car, near the water tank.
Ning Yuan was holding a water glass, lost in thought.
"What are you worried about?" Rong Zhaonan's cold voice suddenly rang out behind Ning Yuan.
Ning Yuan was taken aback, not expecting him to follow her.
She rubbed her temples: "It's nothing, it's just like you said, it seems like I'm always being chased by trouble, I don't know what kind of luck I have."
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow slightly: "Since you don't want to stay at home and want to venture out, I thought you should have been prepared for this long ago. Why are you suddenly so depressed?"
He assumed she had made thorough preparations long ago.
Ning Yuan was silent for a while, then sighed: "Maybe people from the southwest coast are more superstitious when doing business. They feel that if they encounter problems on the road, their business will not go smoothly."
She couldn't really say she was reborn; it felt a bit strange that she had such good luck.
It seems that every step I take is fraught with obstacles, and I experience many ups and downs.
As soon as she finished speaking, she was pulled into a broad embrace.
"If anything goes wrong, I'll be there for you. Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?"
Rong Zhaonan's cold voice rang out above her head.
Ning Yuan was taken aback, leaning against his chest, listening to his firm and steady heartbeat.
All the initial anxiety seemed to dissipate with the sound of that heartbeat.
She leaned against his warm, broad chest, wrapped her arms around his slender waist, and her eyes brightened: "Mmm!"
Yeah, what's there to be afraid of?
Even if fate hadn't allowed it, she'd still come this far. Let's try a different approach—
What doesn't kill me will ultimately make me stronger!
Rong Zhaonan felt as if the girl in his arms had regained her vitality and stubbornness.
A faint smile flickered in his eyes as he looked at her hand: "Besides, if you're superstitious enough, you should believe—that it should be a bloody sign right from the start."
Ning Yuan was taken aback and followed his gaze to her hands.
But there was still splattered red blood on the back of his hand and elbow.
That was the blood that splattered from when she cut the middle-aged intellectual's hand with a fruit knife.
Isn't that just asking for trouble right from the start?
Ning Yuan quickly let go of him and went to the sink, muttering as she washed her hands, "Oh, that's right, a lucky start is auspicious."
Rong Zhaonan leaned against the train window, arms crossed, watching her with a half-smile.
"With your ferocity, you'd hurt someone the moment you laid a hand on them. Only I would dare to take you in."
Ning Yuan wiped her hands as she looked at him with her big, smiling eyes, revealing two sharp little canine teeth.
"Yeah, if you dare hold another woman's hand, I'll stab your hand too!"
She had just finished speaking when she suddenly stopped, as if remembering something.
She looked down at the dried bloodstains on the back of her hand and sleeve.
"What is it now?" Rong Zhaonan looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
Ning Yuan thought for a moment, then gestured for Rong Zhaonan to lower his head and whispered a few words in his ear.
Rong Zhaonan glanced at her sleeve and raised an eyebrow: "Alright."
The two returned to their carriage and saw another train police officer leading four or five passengers with long faces to the side to inquire about the situation.
When Wang Zhihe saw them coming, he said somewhat embarrassedly—
"Well, after we get off the bus, Captain and Cousin, you two might have to come with me to the station to register. It'll take up your time."
They are also among the parties involved.
Ning Yuan shook her head, looking at a couple among the passengers who were crying so hard their knees were weak: "It's nothing. What, are there other victims?"
Comrade Wang Zhihe scratched his spiky short hair in frustration.
"With New Year's Day and Chinese New Year coming up in quick succession, these bastards all want to pull off a big heist on the train. Just now, several passengers came over to call the police."
"Money gone, children gone, wives gone... These bastards leave marks on their targets as soon as they get on the bus, so we have to check the situation one by one."
The workload is enormous!
The train routes from Shanghai to Guangzhou and Beijing are frequented by relatively wealthy people.
Especially after the reform and opening up, many merchants went to Guangzhou to resell goods, and there were many "easy targets," so naturally, many of them suffered losses.
Ning Yuan flipped through the thick notebook in his hand and sighed, "There are indeed many things to deal with, and many people are suffering as a result."
She turned and whispered to Wei Heng, "Brother, I accidentally hurt someone just now..."
After talking for a while, Wei Heng frowned slightly before nodding and saying, "Alright, little sister, you can go now."
Then, Ning Yuan bought a pound of sunflower seeds, a pound of peanuts, and five eggs from the flight attendant.
He also asked Wei Heng for the bandages, cotton, and Tiger Balm that Wei Heng always carried with him.
She carried her things back to the carriage she had just been in.
The gaunt intellectual was talking to his wife, touching the child in her arms, when he saw Ning Yuan coming over with some things.
He pushed up his glasses in surprise: "Young lady, what's wrong with you...?"
Ning Yuan put her things on the table and said apologetically—
"I'm so sorry, brother. I don't know what you do or how to address you. I feel really bad about what you did earlier. These things are just a small token of my appreciation."
The intellectual hurriedly pushed it back with a wry smile: "My surname is Zhang, and I am a middle school teacher. I was in the wrong just now, so how can I accept your things?"
Ning Yuan looked at the gentle middle-aged woman who was coaxing her child to sleep: "Sister-in-law Zhang, does Teacher Zhang's refusal to accept my gifts mean he won't forgive me?"
The gentle middle-aged woman was taken aback: "What are you saying, young lady?"
Having said all that, the couple accepted Ning Yuan's apology gift.
Ning Yuan sat down and looked at the wound on Teacher Zhang's hand, which was casually bandaged with a handkerchief.
She quickly took out bandages, absorbent cotton, and Tiger Balm: "Teacher Zhang's hand is injured and hasn't been properly treated yet."
Teacher Zhang hesitated slightly this time, but did not refuse: "Then I'll trouble you, young lady."
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