Ning Yuan rushed back to the hotel.
Just as I was about to enter the elevator, I saw my cheap brother with his men inside.
"What's the situation with the workers now?" Ning Bingyu was taken aback, then took a step back and asked decisively.
Ning Yuan didn't mince words and immediately followed him into the elevator: "The worker is doing alright now. He had stitches, didn't lose much blood, and doesn't need surgery."
Ning Bingyu was probably rushing to the scene to see Assistant Ye, but after seeing himself first, he decided to find out what was going on first.
“Let’s talk in the conference room,” Ning Bingyu said directly.
A secretary immediately pressed the elevator button and went straight upstairs.
The group went straight back upstairs.
Upon entering the conference room, Ning Bingyu took off his coat and tossed it to his secretary: "What exactly happened between you and that Engineer Xiang? Why has it gotten so big? The police have already gone to the construction site. Is someone behind this?"
Ning Yuan sighed softly. As expected of a business tycoon, she saw through the contradiction at a glance.
She looked at the room full of Hong Kong government officials and politely asked, "Could you all please sit down next door for a moment? I have something to discuss with Young Master Ning privately."
Nobody moved.
Ning Bingyu raised an eyebrow, then nodded, and everyone got up and left.
Only Ning Bingyu and his secretary remained in the room.
The secretary brought over coffee, which Ning Yuan accepted and sat down. "That's right. If this isn't handled well, it could affect the project's progress and the cooperation between the Hong Kong government and the mainland."
Ning Bingyu frowned slightly as he listened to Ning Yuan's words: "Is someone on the mainland obstructing the project?"
Ning Yuan was once again impressed by Ning Bingyu's business and political acumen; he truly deserved to be the tycoon who would lead the Ning family into the world's top ten conglomerates decades later.
After a moment's thought, she picked out what she could say and said it: if Ning Bingyu knew nothing about the matter, it would put the Ning family's cooperation in the mainland in a huge passive position.
But she only briefly mentioned Ye Qiu, the source of the chain reaction.
But Ning Bingyu still sensed something was off. He gave Ning Yuan a deep look and said, "You do have some brains."
Char Siu Girl didn't cause any trouble with Rong Zhaonan and knew how to grasp the key points in male-female relationships, which is quite like the true nature of the Ning family's businessmen.
Ning Yuan gave a self-deprecating chuckle and didn't respond.
She lowered her bright eyes, held her coffee, and asked calmly, "What are your plans for handling the next steps? I'm afraid the Xiang family will take this opportunity to make trouble."
The fact that Xiang Ziying dared to call the police, essentially crying "stop thief!", shows that the Xiang brothers were confident they wouldn't leave any trace.
Ning Bingyu paced back and forth a few times, then lit a cigar and narrowed his cold eyes: "Anan has a lot of trouble on his hands."
Another mortal enemy, another deceased confidante who has implicated all parties, and even such a large project and Char Siu Girl have been affected.
Ning Yuan knew that Ning Bingyu always called Rong Zhaonan "A'nan" in a friendly manner, but that was just a way for him to build rapport with his business partner.
This doesn't mean he truly considered Rong Zhaonan a friend.
This older brother, whose family and business interests are paramount, probably finds Rong Zhaonan troublesome and wants to kick him out.
Ning Yuan put down her coffee cup and reminded them, "The Ning family has cooperated with Anan before, and they must have enjoyed a lot of convenience and benefits from him last time. There's a saying—'If you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight.' It's not a good quality to kick someone after they've crossed the river."
Although she was involved in his life, Rong Zhaonan's life trajectory might have been different.
But with his abilities and methods, he is no ordinary person and will rise to a high position sooner or later.
Ning Bingyu gave Ning Yuan a cold look and dusted off his cigar ash: "You're quite protective of him."
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.
That's quite an interesting point. The girl with the char siu (barbecued pork) is quite eloquent in protecting her man.
Women are women after all; they easily let their emotions cloud their judgment when it comes to men.
"Don't worry, businessmen are profit-driven, but doing business only for short-term gains won't last. Don't get involved in this matter; I'll handle it myself," Ning Bingyu said leisurely, exhaling a puff of smoke.
He acknowledged Rong Zhaonan's abilities.
As a partner, he genuinely admired the methods and problem-solving abilities the other party demonstrated over the past year.
Ning Yuan felt slightly relieved after hearing this: "I'll call Director Qiao."
Ning Bingyu has a sharp eye; she has no interest in being caught in the middle between the Ning family and the man she loves.
Ning Yuan picked up the phone and called Uncle Qiao.
Uncle Qiao did receive news of the accident at the construction site, but he wasn't too worried. He simply told Xiao Ning over the phone, "Xiao Ning, take good care of yourself since you're injured. I'll handle things here."
With Uncle Qiao's words, Ning Yuan finally felt a little relieved.
Ning Bingyu frowned slightly as he looked at the cuts on her hand and instructed his secretary, "Take Miss to Dr. Chen and have him examine her injury. Medical care in the mainland is limited."
Ning Yuan found it somewhat amusing; Dr. Chen was the accompanying family doctor who had come to the mainland with Ning Bingyu.
But it's just a scratch. Medical care in mainland China is limited, so she's unlikely to die from it; at most, she'll recover slowly.
Seemingly sensing Ning Yuan's disapproval, Ning Bingyu said calmly, "Don't let Mommy worry."
Ning Yuan was taken aback for a moment, but still nodded: "Okay."
She stood up, preparing to leave with her secretary, when Ning Bingyu flicked his cigar. Suddenly, he blurted out—
"Problem-solving ability is the primary criterion for evaluating a leader. If he cannot resolve the crises around him, you need to consider whether you should continue to 'hire' him as your man, lest you hurt yourself and implicate your family."
Ning Bingyu's words were cold and sharp.
But Ning Yuan sensed something else in it. She paused, her big eyes crinkling into a smile, and slowly said in Cantonese—
"But brother, I like him, I like him a lot."
She said, slowly and deliberately, "He will protect me, and I will protect him."
After saying that, she waved her hand and left with her secretary.
Ning Bingyu was silent for a while, then snorted sarcastically with a cigar in his mouth: "You're so obsessed with love, it would have been better to have given birth to a piece of barbecued pork than to have you."
Never mind, he already reminded me.
Hmph! That char siu girl actually called that man "big brother" for the first time because of him!
When she finds out about the textbooks... humph...
She'll never know, huh!
...
The secretary, watching her young master humming and groaning, her face shifting between light and dark, felt a little uneasy.
Is the young master alright?
...
Ning Yuan returned to her room and didn't go anywhere. It wasn't until after nine o'clock at night that she heard a knock on the door.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a familiar, tall figure appear in the doorway.
"You're back. Take a shower first. I ordered you noodles with poached eggs, mushrooms, and greens." Ning Yuan smiled, hiding her hands behind her back.
Rong Zhaonan's handsome face was somewhat gloomy. After entering the room, he leaned against the window and whispered, "Xiang San has someone backing him. They got him released on the grounds of insufficient evidence."
Ning Yuan nodded: "I expected it."
"Even a centipede dies but doesn't fall down, truly... especially since they're not dead yet." Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes, subconsciously reaching for a cigarette.
But remembering that he never brought cigarettes when he came to see her, he casually picked up an apple from the table and held it in his hand.
Ning Yuan took a fruit knife and handed it to him helplessly: "Peel it."
Rong Zhaonan suddenly lowered his head and rested his forehead on hers with a roguish air: "Wife, help me peel..."
Ning Yuan hadn't figured out how to tell him about her injury when he suddenly leaned against her, and she bumped her head on the bump—
"hiss!"
She couldn't help but gasp.
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