Madam Ning patted Ning Yuan's hand: "We are a family with many suitors. Back in the day, my mother had a very good sister in Shanghai, who was the eldest daughter of the Zhou family."
“The Zhou family’s family background and strength are no less than the Sheng family back then. At that time, she had just given birth to her son and made an agreement with me, saying that if I had a daughter, I would marry her son.”
Ning Yuan almost choked: "???"
Seriously? There's such a plot twist?
Seeing the regretful expression on Madam Ning's face, Ning Yuan said nonchalantly—
“Mom…this is the new China, arranged marriages are unacceptable! Besides, you never mentioned this before, so the son of this family is either dead or already married, right?”
Madam Ning poked her daughter's forehead: "You are quite clever and witty, but the Zhou family's child is still missing."
Upon hearing this, Ning Yuan became interested: "That child is missing, like me, abandoned on the mainland?"
Madam Ning shook her head, looked at Ning Yuan meaningfully, and said—
"My sister was blinded by love and married a poor boy who was not her match. She also gave the boy a lot of financial support."
She paused, then said calmly, "Later, the poor boy took my sister's money, bought guns and cannons, started a gang, and led people to join the army. He fought in the north and south, risking his life. He was quite capable and became successful, but he cut ties with her."
Ning Yuan coughed lightly: "And then?"
Another story of a "phoenix man" (a man from a poor background who achieves success)?
Madam Ning's eyes were filled with sadness and regret: "After my sister got divorced, she took her child to England. She worked hard every day for more than ten years in England, and as the head of the Zhou family, her health collapsed."
She paused for a moment, then continued, "When her health deteriorated, internal conflicts broke out within the Zhou family. In order to save her child's life, she had no choice but to send the child back to his father in China. Now, nobody knows whether the child is dead or alive."
Ning Yuan frowned upon hearing this and said disapprovingly—
“If I were the eldest daughter of the Zhou family, I would send my child here with you. We have known each other well for so many years.”
Men are not necessarily as reliable as your own sisters.
After all, with a stepmother comes a stepfather.
Madam Ning said calmly, "It's probably because she never let go of that man in her heart, and she no longer has a powerful backer. But you are different. If your Aunt Zhou hadn't passed away, her son would also be a well-mannered, considerate, and gentle gentleman."
Only a boy like this is worthy of Ningning.
"Mom, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Ning Yuan held her hand, feeling a warmth in her heart.
Her mother said this to tell her not to compromise too much, because she was no longer an orphan without any support.
Ning Yuan tried her best to make her words sound as objective as possible.
“Mom, Anan is actually a good person. He has a strong sense of responsibility and is very capable. I chose to marry him not only because of the circumstances, but also because I approve of his character.”
Having chosen her lover, she was quite confident in his character.
Madam Ning hugged her gently and helplessly: "You young people's affairs are your own business, Mommy won't interfere."
She believed her daughter was a smart girl and that she could handle the situation well.
After seeing off Madam Ning, Ning Yuan stared at a page of a book for ten minutes without being able to concentrate. She sighed deeply, put it down, got up, and went to the balcony.
As expected, Young Master Rong has excellent execution skills. In such a short time, she has dealt with Xiang San from other aspects, and everything seems to be done exactly according to her will.
He remembered that she had her period a few days ago, and he even made her some brown sugar water and took care of her.
But he avoided seeing her, probably because he didn't want to argue with her about the past.
But what he didn't know was that she would never argue with him about Ye Qiu's affairs, and if he really didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't force him.
Ning Yuan was helpless...
I don't know how to describe this feeling...
If she were truly a 21 or 22-year-old girl, she would probably give the food he had Ah Heng deliver to someone else, and throw the brown sugar water in the trash.
But for the rest of her life, she chose to eat the food and drink the brown sugar water he gave her.
Ning Yuan looked at the moonlight and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Maturity is sometimes a choice made out of necessity, and loving someone is often a choice made out of necessity as well.
She gently touched a row of roses covered in dew on the balcony, and then simply picked a small handful of roses to bring in.
Forget it, I can't concentrate on my studies, I'll just take a shower and go to bed. The exam is next week, and if I fail, I'll have to repeat the year.
She had agreed to accompany him back to the capital in mid-July, and she didn't have time to waste. Tomorrow, Sister Manhua was going to deliver the account books, and she needed to check the accounts.
Ning Yuan took a bathrobe and went to the bathroom to take a shower. Before entering the bathroom, she thought for a moment and ordered a glass of milk.
The bathroom has a bathtub, and the hotels that cater to foreign guests generally have very good environments.
After washing her hair, Ning Yuan lazily draped a towel over her forehead and rested her slender, snow-white arms on the bathtub.
Roses floated on the surface of the bathtub, making her skin appear even whiter and more delicate.
She sighed softly, took a sip of milk, and
Why do so many people aspire to financial freedom?
Because the benefits of being rich are so obvious—if you're in a bad mood, just spend money to make your body feel better.
Back in the 1980s, when most people didn't even know what a shower was, I was already enjoying a rose-scented spa in the bathtub.
"call--"
The bathroom door suddenly opened, and a man's cool voice rang out: "Such capitalist enjoyment would have landed you in a cowshed a couple of years ago."
The tall figure that appeared at the doorway instantly caused Ning Yuan to spit out a mouthful of milk.
Ning Yuan choked until her face turned red: "Cough cough cough..."
The man said calmly, "Drink slowly, why are you so surprised?"
He bent down and patted her back.
Ning Yuan hadn't reacted yet and instinctively dodged.
Rong Zhaonan's face remained expressionless; he simply withdrew his hand and said, "Why are you dodging? Do you think my hands are dirty?"
As he spoke, he glanced at his hands, which were covered by a half-glove for holding a gun, with faint dark red stains on his long, slender fingertips.
He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Yeah, it's pretty dirty."
He then straightened up, went to the sink, and took off his gloves to wash his hands.
After a moment of stunned silence, Ning Yuan looked at him, remained silent for a while, and then asked as if nothing had happened—
Why did you come at this hour?
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