In the private room
Ning Yuan felt uneasy for some reason.
She looked out the window, wondering if Rong Zhaonan and Aheng had seen their older brother yet.
She felt uneasy...
A warm, soft hand gently covered the back of her hand: Madam Ning's gentle voice sounded in her ear: "Ningning, what's wrong? Is something on your mind?"
Ning Yuan looked at Madam Ning and casually shook her head: "It's nothing."
She has long since passed the age of feeling lost and helpless when she encounters problems and asks her parents for help.
Seeing her calm demeanor, Madam Ning felt a little disappointed, but she still smiled and tried to find a topic to talk about: "Ningning, I heard that you own your own shop, and that you have a lot of ideas and creativity?"
Ning Yuan nodded and said politely, "Yes, it's just a small business to earn some living expenses."
Madam Ning was stunned for a moment, her eyes instantly reddening. She gripped her hand tightly and choked out, "I'm sorry."
Ning Yuan was stunned. Ah, what's going on?
Madam Ning couldn't help but feel sad: "It's my fault. If I hadn't let you wander outside, you wouldn't have had such a hard life. You were so young back then..."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with sorrow, and tears streamed down her face.
Ning Yuan could only gently pat her back: "It's nothing, it's all in the past. Besides, everyone lives like this. I'm doing just fine on my own now."
"Are you still blaming me?" Madam Ning couldn't help but ask cautiously.
Ning Yuan knew that if she were smart, she should have answered that she didn't blame anyone, but she simply said calmly, "It doesn't matter whether we blame anyone or not. What's done is done, and we should look forward."
Seeing her unfamiliar manner, Madam Ning felt sad. She forced back her tears and nodded, "Yes, look forward."
Ultimately, the daughter blames her...
Seeing that Madam Ning was suppressing her sadness, Ning Bingyu frowned slightly. What was wrong with this woman comforting her mother again?
He couldn't help but say, "Ning Yuan, can't you be a little more magnanimous? Mommy has never forgotten you..."
Ning Yuan's face turned cold, and she tried to pull her hand back.
But before she could speak, Madam Ning Er had already given Ning Bingyu a cold look—
“Ayu, you’re not the one who was abandoned, and you’re not the one who suffered the most. That’s why you can sit here and demand my forgiveness with such self-righteousness. Is this how I taught you to be a person? Apologize to me!”
Ning Bingyu looked somewhat embarrassed. Over the years, he had been the president of Ning's Group and had rarely been reprimanded in public, except for his uncle, the chairman Ning Zhengkun.
But it was his mother who scolded him, so he could only look at Ning Yuan helplessly and angrily: "I'm sorry."
Ning Yuan said calmly, "No need. I can't accept your apology, Mr. Ning."
Ning Bingyu's forehead veins throbbed, and he remained expressionless and silent.
Arguing with a girl in her early twenties is truly undignified.
If Mommy loves to spoil her, then let her spoil her.
Madam Ning looked at Ning Yuan and quickly said, "Ningning, don't be angry. Your eldest brother is spoiled by the people around him."
Ning Yuan felt a little soft-hearted looking at her gentle and careful manner, so she went along with it: "Well, if... Madam wants to see my shop, I'll treat you to coffee next time you come to Shanghai."
Madam Ning, as if she had received something wonderful, instantly smiled and became happy: "No need for next time, tomorrow or the day after, whenever you have free time, take me to visit, okay?"
Ning Yuan, Ning Bingyu, and Cha Meiling were all stunned at the same time.
Ning Bingyu couldn't help but frown: "Mommy, our flight is tomorrow morning, and we only have three days left to get our entry permit into the mainland!"
Madam Ning gave an unceremonious order: "Don't you pride yourself on being capable, saying you can return to Hong Kong whenever you want? You'd better figure out a way to get the travel permit."
Ning Bingyu's handsome face fell, and he rubbed his temples: "Mommy, I'm leaving the Hong Kong government for half a month this time. I don't know how many cases there are to be done in the office!"
Madam Ning held Ning Yuan's hand and said calmly, "Then you can go back if you want. Anyway, I'm going to stay in Shanghai for a while longer."
Ning Bingyu was at his wit's end and couldn't help but want to glare at Ning Yuan. It was all her fault for inviting her mother to look at that store!
Ning Yuan narrowed her large eyes and looked at Madam Ning the Second: "How about we forget about it? I think Young Master Ning..."
"Ignore him. He's not right in the head, and his character only gets worse as he gets older." Madam Ning gave Ning Bingyu a cold glance, a silent threat.
You dare glare at your little sister again?
Ning Bingyu held his breath, his face ashen, yet he dared not utter a word: "..."
At least half of the anger he suffered during this period came from Ning Yuan.
Cha Meiling smiled gently and tried to smooth things over: "Big brother, if you're busy, go back to Hong Kong first. If Mom wants to stay, then stay. We're currently negotiating a department store cooperation with Shanghai. You'll feel more at ease if Mom is here to oversee things."
She spoke very tactfully and thoughtfully, giving everyone a way out.
Madam Ning then said coldly, "Yes, I will keep an eye on this cooperation deal for you."
Ning Bingyu could only say helplessly, "Mommy, I'll leave someone here for you."
It seems the only option is to ask Rong Zhaonan if he can help extend Mommy's travel permit.
The thought of that bastard's arrogant manner made him angry again.
But seeing Ning Yuan sitting there completely oblivious, Ning Bingyu suddenly felt a rare pang of guilt.
If Mommy found out what I had done, given how biased she was towards my younger sister, I'd most likely be in deep trouble.
Madam Ning looked at Ning Yuan and smiled gently: "Ning Ning, when do you have free time when you're not in class?"
Seeing the expectation on her gentle and dignified face, Ning Yuan paused, her heart softening. She lowered her head, feeling a little awkward, and said, "I'm not sure right now. Maybe the day after tomorrow, if you're free..."
Madam Ning nodded hurriedly: "Okay, whatever you want."
As she spoke, she suddenly remembered something and glanced at Cha Meiling: "Annie, why don't you and Ayu go for a walk to digest your food?"
Although Cha Meiling wanted to stay and see what they had to say, she still obediently looked at Ning Bingyu and said, "Big brother, we're going back to Hong Kong tomorrow. Shall we go for a walk?"
Ning Bingyu got up and left without much emotion, followed by Cha Meiling and her entourage.
The door to the private room closed, and Madam Ning looked at Ning Yuan and sighed softly: "Your eldest brother was chosen by the old man as the heir of the Ning family when he was fourteen years old, and he has always been raised by the old man and your uncle."
She paused, then gave a wry smile, somewhat helplessly: "He may have been raised to be a qualified and excellent heir, putting the family's interests first in everything, but he may not be a good older brother."
Ning Yuanqing looked at Madam Ning with clear, sharp eyes: "Ever since I first learned that he was my blood brother, I no longer expected him to be a good brother, not even..."
“I didn’t even expect to be a good mother.” Madam Ning chuckled lightly.
Ning Yuan did not refute, but simply took a jade chili pepper from her collar and placed it on the table.
“I know you all want this. Actually, you don’t need to scold Young Master Ning like you did just now. I will take this out anyway.”
...
On the terrace not far from the door, Ning Bingyu suddenly asked Cha Meiling, "Sixth Sister, do you think Little Sister will bring out the Jade Chili Pepper this time?"
Cha Meiling lowered her eyes: "I don't know either, but if Mommy persuades her, she might take it out."
She had hinted to Ning Yuan before that this jade chili pepper could be exchanged for more benefits.
If Ning Yuan wasn't stupid, she wouldn't have handed it over so easily.
By now, Tang Zhenzhen must have already succeeded, right?
Ning Bingyu didn't speak, lit a cigar, and suddenly asked, "Sixth Sister, has the Cha family's business recently expanded into the Strait of Malacca?"
Cha Meiling was distracted and didn't hear Ning Bingyu's question clearly: "Hmm?"
If Tang Zhenzhen still can't win over Wei Heng with those medicines, she's a complete waste.
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