Three days later, Ning Yuan was able to speak smoothly, but her voice was still hoarse and she couldn't speak for too long.
But she was already very satisfied.
"Don't waste your breath on him." Rong Zhaonan handed her a cup and some anti-inflammatory medicine for her throat.
Ning Yuan tied her hair up in front of the mirror and took the cup: "I know, but it's just that I have to look hoarse and pitiful like this so I can scam money."
Dr. Rong couldn't help but scoff lightly: "..."
This little woman really did grow up sleeping in the same bed with him.
The two then went out, boarded a bus, and headed towards Beijing Road.
When they arrived at the agreed-upon restaurant, Ning Yuan looked up at the signboard—Taiping Restaurant.
This is a well-known old brand in Guangzhou. The storefront is not large, but it has been the first Western restaurant frequented by the old military and political figures since before liberation.
After the public-private partnership was established, two great figures visited the site, and the number of seats was increased from two hundred to five hundred.
Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan arrived at the private room they had agreed upon beforehand.
They arrived fifteen minutes early, so there was no one inside yet.
Ning Yuan looked around at the elegant and retro environment, secretly comparing it to the decor of her own coffee shop.
"What kind of tea do you want to drink?" the waiter asked.
Ning Yuan thought for a moment, then spoke in Mandarin instead of Cantonese: "Chrysanthemum Luo Han Guo".
Rong Zhaonan could understand it, but he couldn't speak Cantonese.
If they start by speaking Cantonese, everyone will definitely continue to speak Cantonese, which will inevitably make Rong Zhaonan feel isolated.
The waiter was taken aback, and could only say in broken Mandarin, "Okay."
Although Mandarin education had already been implemented by then, locals still preferred to communicate in Cantonese, except when students were in class.
Soon after, the waiter brought out the chrysanthemum and monk fruit tea, pouring out two cups of brown, sweet tea.
Rong Zhaonan sat to the side, looking at Ning Yuan with a subtle tenderness in his eyes. He knew, of course, that Ning Yuan was doing this to take care of him.
He smiled faintly: "Will you be nervous when they arrive?"
Ning Yuan shook her head, took a sip of tea, and smiled, "A little. I'm worried that if I'm not the real Miss Ning, I might not be able to swindle Ning Bingyu out of his money."
Although Liang Xin and her husband insisted on covering her expenses, she wanted to squeeze money out of some people with ulterior motives.
Let them know she's not someone to be trifled with.
Rong Zhaonan's narrow eyes flickered slightly. Her mischievous look was really making him itchy to grab her and squeeze her round face.
As they were talking, the door opened, and a figure wearing a black pure wool coat and a white cashmere sweater appeared in the doorway.
The handsome and mature Hong Kong gentleman was dressed relatively casually today, but still exuded elegance.
Ning Yuan and he locked eyes, and both saw complex emotions in each other's eyes.
—Is this seemingly refined scoundrel really my brother?
—Is this cunning and treacherous woman really my sister?
Both of them were adults, especially Ning Bingyu, who immediately smiled gently: "Ning Yuan, it's been a long time."
His amiable demeanor, coupled with his affectionate eyes that seemed to gaze even at dogs, made it easy for people to perceive him as a tender and affectionate person.
Ning Yuan also stood up, looking rather emotional: "Yes, I almost didn't get to see Young Master Ning today."
Since the girl in front of him had said that, Ning Bingyu also noticed that she was wearing a red wool coat, and there were some small burn marks on the fabric.
In addition, she had a bandage wrapped around her neck and a gauze pad on the side of her round face.
She looked frail and delicate, and pitiful.
Ning Bingyu's eyes flickered, and his attitude softened and became increasingly apologetic.
"After hearing the news, I was extremely anxious, but Anan said you were staying in the internal hospital and guesthouse, so he couldn't see you. He sent someone to deliver gifts, but..."
He sat down and looked at Rong Zhaonan with some helplessness: "Anan is too principled and refused to accept it, which made me worried. I am only relieved to see you now."
Ning Yuan smiled and said, "Of course it's not appropriate to accept it. After all, what if I'm not the person Young Master Ning found? Wouldn't I have to return it?"
So you really enjoy playing the role of a devoted older brother? That's great.
Ning Bingyu seemed not to understand her implied meaning.
He just smiled faintly: "Even if it's not, we both have the surname Ning, and we were family five hundred years ago. It's fate. When you give gifts to relatives and friends, there's no reason to take them back."
The two exchanged pleasantries, each harboring their own ulterior motives, before launching into a series of probing questions and polite exchanges.
Ning Bingyu remained very calm and said gently, "Taiping Restaurant also has a branch in Hong Kong. Since you are injured, you should not eat any foods that may aggravate your condition. How about I order?"
Just as Ning Yuan was about to speak, a woman's smiling voice came from outside the door: "It's rare to see my brother so enthusiastic. I haven't even arrived yet."
Ning Bingyu frowned slightly, his gaze turning icy as he looked at Vivian and another male assistant at the door.
This is his private matter. Although Cha Meiling is his fiancée, she should not appear here without permission.
Both of them froze, wondering how the Sixth Miss had ended up here. It must have been one of them who had accidentally let it slip.
But Ning Bingyu didn't react in the end. He looked at Ning Yuan, who had a curious expression, and smiled: "This is your sister-in-law. We will get engaged when we return to Hong Kong this time."
Ning Yuan was extremely curious. The woman outside the door spoke Cantonese in a melodious, slightly husky voice, which was very alluring.
What kind of person could tame the eldest son of the Ning family?
With the boss speaking, Vivian and her male assistant naturally had to make way.
A glamorous figure wearing a Dior haute couture red wool coat entered through the door. Her beautiful face, which resembled Rosamund Kwan's, immediately caught everyone's attention as soon as it appeared at the entrance of the private room.
She smiled and sat down next to Ning Bingyu, playfully scolding, "Why did you leave so quickly without waiting for me, big brother?"
But Rong Zhaonan only glanced at her twice before focusing all his attention on Ning Yuan beside him.
because……
It was a rare sunny midday, with bright and clear skies.
Sunlight streamed into the private room through the Southeast Asian-style wooden shutters, casting dappled shadows.
When Ning Yuan saw the person who came, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave. Her face turned pale and she felt dizzy.
She couldn't help but whisper, "Mrs. Cha... Mrs. Cha Meiling..."
It was her; even after so many years, she still remembers the face that had been repeatedly named "Most Beautiful Lady" by foreign media.
After all, she had seen this lady many times throughout her long life, both on television and in magazine interviews.
However, Cha Mei-ling was already quite old at that time, over fifty years old, and her charm was more gentle, dignified, and approachable.
Even through television and magazines, it has won the hearts of many ordinary people.
Cha Meiling—Rong Zhaonan's only wife in his past life, and the woman he deeply loved!
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