Rong Zhaonan paused for a moment, then, with the pitying look a doctor gives a patient's family member, said a few words that made Ning Yuan want to hit him—
"Family members, please accept our deepest condolences."
"When the fire department arrived, most of my clothes were burned. The fire department had to spray water to put out the fire, and water got into my radio."
Ning Yuan stared blankly, clutched her chest, and collapsed onto the bed.
If electronic components get wet, they're basically ruined!
Overwhelmed with grief and anger, she pounded the bed with her uninjured hand, and in an extremely hoarse voice, she let out a perfectly fluent cry—
"I curse that Zhang bastard's ancestors for eight generations! I'm going to kill him! Kill him!!!"
This whole trip was a complete waste! Her money! Her goods!!
Ning Yuan couldn't help but curse in her mind again!
Murder is nothing, she wants to be a serial killer and stab all those guys to pieces!
Dr. Rong added, "The bandit leader surnamed Zhang is already in the morgue, he's dead, no need to kill him."
Ning Yuan raised her big eyes and glared at him fiercely, but she couldn't utter a coherent sentence.
This person has a bad streak; there's no point in tolerating it anymore. He's started teasing her again, enjoying seeing her make a fool of herself.
She simply grabbed his notebook that was lying to the side, randomly flipped to a page, and wrote a line of large, crooked characters with her left hand—
"What are you gloating about? Don't forget that half of that money is yours!!"
Dr. Rong stared at the line of angry words and fell silent.
Oh, he was so busy making fun of the curly-haired rabbit that he forgot about this: half of it was his money!
"Fortunately, I personally saw him off on his journey." Dr. Rong patted his chest with emotion, adept at comforting himself.
Although he only has 45.68 yuan on him right now.
“But it doesn’t matter, I can still swindle some more money from my old man.” Dr. Rong came up with a good idea.
If he remembered correctly, Chen Chen still had several thousand yuan, which was almost half of his father's retirement money!
Anyway, even if his father has no money, he can still eat in the canteen or mooch meals from the neighbor's house in the compound, so he won't starve to death.
Although Ning Yuan knew that her husband was a scoundrel, she didn't expect him to be this cunning.
Ning Yuan glanced at him disdainfully; this man was truly powerful because of his filial piety!
I've read so many novels in my past life, but I've never seen a book where a big shot is like him, so poor yet so self-righteous about sponging off his parents!
But thinking about it, he's such an unfilial son; he's spent all the money he's swindled on her clothes and investments.
She sighed and continued writing, her handwriting crooked and uneven—
"Well, at least we have a coffee shop; it still generates some profit and revenue."
That was her father-in-law, whom she had never met. No matter how awful Rong Zhaonan was as a son, his parents probably thought it was all her doing.
Ning Yuan rubbed her temples and wrote in her notebook in a crooked hand: "Where's my brother? I haven't seen him at all?"
Rong Zhaonan calmly replied, "Oh, he came once, but my brother is a talented person. He has to stay in the equipment department. They can't do without him there, so he didn't have time to come over."
Ning Yuan looked at him with some suspicion. Her older brother had always taken good care of her, so why had he only looked at her once?
and……
Rong Zhaonan's words sounded like she was trying to sow discord between her and her older brother.
Look, you're injured, and your older brother is so busy with work that he doesn't even come to see you or care about you! Only I care about you!
But Young Master Rong's expression was too calm, and he didn't look like a vicious green tea at all. He was just stating a fact.
She thought she had probably misunderstood him.
“My brother is busy, there’s nothing I can do…” Ning Yuan wrote in her notebook.
Rong Zhaonan looked down, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes, but when he looked up, he was nonchalant again: "Hmm."
Ning Yuan rested her chin on her hand, frowning as she pondered her important business.
Although the initial investment in the coffee shop was substantial and it hasn't been recouped yet, it generates income as soon as it's open, so let's save up slowly.
And her sparkling water business...
Speaking of sparkling water, Ning Yuan suddenly remembered something she had forgotten, and quickly continued scribbling on the paper—
"By the way, what's going on with Ning Bingyu? I remember he wanted to see me, didn't he?"
She was injured and fainted for three days, so she couldn't see Young Master Ning.
Rong Zhaonan said, "I canceled the meeting with him, and now he is waiting for your news."
Ning Yuan's eyes sparkled as she pointed outside the door: "...A date...Young Master Ning!"
Rong Zhaonan glanced at the gauze on her neck: "With your injuries like this, it's not appropriate for you to see him."
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes and continued writing her scribbles without any politeness—"You were so ruthless yesterday, didn't you feel it was inappropriate?"
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "You started it first, you asked for it."
Ning Yuan was furious. She threw down her pen and reached out to punch him: "But...you...hit...hard..."
She struck first, but she didn't let him stab her so hard!
That bastard, as soon as he's done sleeping with me, he starts hurling insults at me!
Rong Zhaonan caught her little fist as it pounded towards him, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply, silencing her with a kiss.
He didn't plan to touch her for three days, so he'd just have a quick fix.
Ning Yuan was kissed so much by him that she became like a soft, limp animal, nestled on his shoulder, panting with wet, dreamy eyes.
Rong Zhaonan stroked the girl in his arms like petting a rabbit, his fingertips running through her loose, curly hair. "You're not planning to ask Ning Bingyu for money, are you?"
Ning Yuan hummed in agreement, her eyes squinting comfortably as he massaged her, and lazily uttered only two words: "Cooperation."
Why not take advantage of it? Ning Bingyu promised to invest in her and cooperate with her.
But he refused to apply directly and instead went to the school to apply for scholarships, which took a long time.
If she really is the Ning family's lost youngest daughter, why doesn't she try to make a quick buck from her "brother"?
"You said earlier that you hadn't decided whether to acknowledge the relationship or not, but now you're planning to squeeze money out of people. Aren't you afraid of being indebted to them?"
Rong Zhaonan leaned against the bed, his narrow eyes flashing with uncertain light, and reached out to pat her bottom that was sticking up on his lap.
Curly-haired rabbit probably doesn't know what the "textbook" means by arching its back and sticking out its butt in bed.
Ning Yuan instinctively covered her bottom, and looking at his serious yet lewd expression, she couldn't help but blush.
She coughed lightly, sat back down, and picked up a pen with her left hand to write crookedly in her notebook: "Don't be afraid, I'll eat your rice even if I have to, I learned it from you!"
Ning Bingyu's demeanor definitely suggests ulterior motives.
Since they're not purely family, she'll have to be ruthless and do business with no upfront costs!
A faint smile appeared in Rong Zhaonan's aloof and auspicious eyes. He pressed her down again and slipped his hand inside her clothes: "Aren't we cut from the same cloth?"
One is eyeing his father's wallet, and the other is eyeing his own brother's wallet.
It doesn't sound like a good thing at all.
"No..." Ning Yuan covered her collar and pushed his chest.
Didn't he say he wouldn't touch her for the next three days?
Rong Zhaonan said calmly, "I'm not going in, I'm just having some fun."
Ning Yuan blushed and looked at him in disbelief.
He wants to play with her. Is she some kind of toy?
How could that bastard use that aloof face to say such filthy and vulgar things?
Yet he said it so calmly.
Rong Zhaonan leaned down and whispered in her ear, "The 'Hong Kong textbook' says you can say whatever you want to your woman in bed, that's called romance, so..."
His hot, moist lips nibbled at her delicate earlobe: "Ning Yuan, I just want to tell you something from the bottom of my heart."
Ning Yuan blushed furiously. "Your inner thoughts are quite provocative!"
But her little ears were most sensitive. Once he found her weakness, she would involuntarily go limp in his arms.
Her carefully cultivated eloquence was useless, especially since her voice was hoarse: "You...you..."
Young Master Rong pressed her down on the bed and coaxed, "Wife, just play for a little while. I have training tonight."
My wife's sweet and soft body is really interesting. No wonder some people in the brigade used to think about their wives every day after they got married.
Ning Yuan blushed and her ears turned red: "..."
Marx above, she was wrong; she pointed him out to open a door to evil!
Look at what's happened to Rong, the innocent country dog who used to cuddle with her and rub her belly!
Unable to resist her persistent pestering, she could only mumble a vague "hmm".
There's nothing we can do about it; with that kind of face, even the bastards he utters seem sexy and exciting.
Being handsome always makes it easier to receive preferential treatment.
...
Rong Zhaonan's antics and silliness meant that by the time Ning Yuan woke up, it was already dinnertime.
She reached out to the bedside, but the person was already gone; it was already dark outside.
He kept his word and didn't actually take the final step with her; he just enjoyed her. How wicked!
She dragged herself out of bed, still half asleep. Just as she was about to go to the bathroom, she heard a knocking sound at the door.
"My benefactor, are you there?" A voice in Cantonese called from outside the door.
Ning Yuan was taken aback. Why were Liang Xin and Chen Jiale here again?
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