She didn't respond to Ding Lan's question, but instead suddenly asked a completely unrelated one—
"Haven't you found out why those thirty-odd people were playing with knives at the back gate of the school yet?"
Ding Lan froze for a moment when she saw the cold smile in Ning Yuan's eyes: "..."
Her expression changed, becoming incredibly sincere: "I was just joking before. I came here to tell you that you can rest assured I won't ruin your plans."
Ning Yuan looked at her and smiled enigmatically: "I hope so."
Ding Lan is the kind of person who has no bottom line and only cares about what is in her own interest.
When using this kind of person, you must be able to control her, otherwise you will suffer the backlash.
Seeing Ning Yuan about to turn and leave, Ding Lan's eyes showed a lot of resentment—
"Chu Hongyu is truly blessed to have a friend like you. I have so many friends, but none of them are as useful as you."
Ning Yuan turned to look at her: "You want a friend like me because you hope I can be your ladder to climb up or save you from some abyss?"
Ding Lan said innocently, "Shouldn't good friends help each other? Aren't you helping Chu Hongyu too?"
Ning Yuan said calmly, "Yes, that's why we can never be good friends. We're done with this."
After she finished speaking, she turned and left without saying a word to Ding Lando.
You can't be friends with people who only compete with those who share your interests but whose values don't align with yours.
Ding Lan stared blankly as she walked away, then her face darkened, and she muttered disdainfully, "Who cares? I have plenty of friends."
She didn't find out why those people were "self-harming".
However, after learning that the local thugs and bullies dared not mess with Ning Yuan, she vaguely felt that there was a connection between the two.
That's why I wanted to find Ning Yuan to pledge my loyalty—
She is very sensitive to danger, and Ning Yuan made her feel dangerous, so she decided not to provoke Ning Yuan for the time being.
We'll talk about it later.
...
In the blink of an eye, another day has passed.
The plane carrying the Ning family landed at Hongqiao Airport at 10:00 AM this morning.
Ning Yuan was somewhat distracted in class today and was punished by the professor who teaches Western economics, who made her stand for the entire class.
She was standing there daydreaming, which infuriated the professor, who ordered her to write a self-criticism.
If she weren't Tang Lao's disciple, she would definitely have made sure this little girl failed this course!
When get out of class ended, Ning Yuan quickly packed her bag and went to Rong Zhaonan's dormitory.
Rong Zhaonan was already waiting for her downstairs.
He looked at her and said calmly, "Get in the car. Madam Ning and the others arrived this morning and will be waiting for you to finish class so we can have dinner together tonight."
He went to the airport early in the morning to pick people up, and then came to pick up Ning Yuan in the evening to attend a banquet.
"Ah... um." Ning Yuan paused for a moment, then nodded.
Seeing her absent-minded look, a strange glint flashed in Rong Zhaonan's cold eyes.
I've never seen the curly-haired rabbit spirit so flustered.
Perhaps it was because of a sense of trepidation despite their closeness that Madam Ning was the only relative she could hold onto with hope.
As the car drove out of the school, Ning Yuan looked at her face in the rearview mirror and suddenly asked, "How does Second Madam Ning look? Does she resemble Ning Bingyu?"
Rong Zhaonan knew she wasn't asking about Ning Bingyu and Madam Ning's appearance, but he still said, "They don't look alike. Ning Bingyu and you should resemble the second master of the Ning family."
He noticed a hint of anxiety on Ning Yuan's round face and continued, "Madam Ning is different from Ning Bingyu. When you meet her, you'll see for yourself. Personally, I think she's easy to get along with."
He didn't define that lady; everything should be based on Ning Yuan's own feelings.
"Whether others say it's good or bad, you have to experience it for yourself," Rong Zhaonan said calmly, steering the wheel.
Ning Yuan lowered her large, dark eyes and said, "Mmm."
Half an hour later, the car entered a large archway.
The Ning family stayed at their usual spot again – the Jinjiang Hotel.
This time, however, the guard was much looser.
The final round of goods was replenished with funds from the Ning family's own pocket, marking the end of the transaction. Everything that needed to be kept secret and everything that needed to be taken away was taken away.
Rong Zhaonan led Ning Yuan out of the car, and after undergoing basic checks, they entered a private room in the Jinjiang Hall.
Before he went inside, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
His warm, dry, long, slender hand enveloped the back of her hand, and that warmth spread through the veins in her arm to her heart.
When Ning Yuan met his eyes, her anxiety and restlessness instantly eased, and she nodded slightly: "Mm."
Rong Zhaonan led her forward, and the waiter opened the door to the private room.
As Ning Yuan entered, she saw a magnificent crystal chandelier. Under the chandelier, although there wasn't exactly a scene of elegant attire, the people dressed in fine clothes all looked at her.
Ning Yuan paused, feeling a little dizzy from the crystal chandelier. There were more people in the room than she had expected.
At the round table in the private room were Ning Bingyu, Cha Meiling, Cha Meiling's secretary Anderson, and two capable-looking men who seemed to be special assistants beside Ning Bingyu, making a total of five people.
Then there were two unfamiliar women among them.
She looked to be in her early thirties, with long, curly hair styled in an elaborate updo, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with spring, and wearing gorgeous gold earrings.
But her drooping lips gave her an air of arrogance and meanness amidst her wealth and beauty.
The other one looked to be in her early forties, with short, bouncy curls that reached her ears, and wearing an Australian pearl necklace and earrings.
Although she had sharp, almond-shaped eyes like Wang Xifeng's, her gaze was gentle and warm, and her jawline was round and soft, making her look dignified and approachable.
The moment the two men saw her, their faces showed an expression that could only be described as shock.
But……
Ning Yuan was a little confused; neither of these two looked like her mother!
Ning Bingyu is already thirty-five. Rong Zhaonan said that her mother gave birth to Ning Bingyu at twenty-two, so he must be fifty-seven.
Which of the two people in front of me looks like a 57-year-old aunt?
But soon, she probably found out.
The dignified and gentle woman in her early forties stood up abruptly, her phoenix eyes filled with shock and slowly welling up with tears.
She murmured absentmindedly, clutching her chest, "So much like her... so much like her... those eyebrows... that hair... that's my little sister..."
He watched as the woman wept with emotion, her body trembling as she stared intently at him.
Ning Yuan felt inexplicably flustered, and she had a strange urge to back away.
Her greatest anticipation for the Ning family reunion was meeting Ning Bingyu at the Taiping Pavilion in Guangzhou.
Even between siblings, accounts should be kept clear!
Who would have thought this... that Madam Ning would be so agitated, so agitated that it made her heart race!
Seeing that Madam Ning was about to come over, Ning Yuan's body reacted faster than her brain, and she subconsciously took a step back.
Madam Ning froze, turned her head, and hurriedly wiped away her tears: "I'm sorry... I was too excited and scared you... I didn't mean to."
Seeing this, Ning Bingyu frowned slightly as he looked at Ning Yuan. This cunning girl actually had a moment of fear?
Seeing this, Cha Meiling immediately stood up and smoothed things over with a smile: "After all, mother and daughter are of one heart. My little sister's hair and eyebrows are clearly inherited from her godfather, just like her older brother's."
She then stepped forward to support Madam Ning, Wen Huifang, and said affectionately, "Little sister's nose and mouth are most like yours, Mother. We can tell at a glance that we are mother and daughter."
This is why the Second Madam was so excited when she saw Ning Yuan.
After the blood relationship was revealed, one look at her beautiful and delicate eyebrows and eyes told one that she was definitely a member of the Ning family.
The other woman, who looked to be in her early thirties, suddenly let out a cold snort—
“Ah Yu, I can tell at a glance that this is a characteristic of our Ning family, but you didn’t see it at first, which caused so many misunderstandings, and now my little sister avoids her aunt.”
Ning Yuan's gaze fell on her, even though this woman was speaking up for herself.
But she didn't sense any goodwill from the other person; instead, she felt hostility.
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