Ning Yuan looked at him with his eyes closed, his long, dark eyelashes like a tired butterfly resting on her palm.
Her heart softened, and she said softly, "Don't be held back by the shadows of the past, Rong Zhaonan. You are no longer the child who was powerless against everything and could only live under your father's wing."
She understood his resentment and hatred, as well as his conflicted and painful feelings towards his father, Rong Wenwu.
Having lost his mother, the boy who once longed for his father's love, unable to get what he wanted, simply gave up on it altogether.
"I know that if you weren't so unwilling to accept that the person who hurt you is still alive and well, you wouldn't want to come back at all." Ning Yuan knew that at this moment, it was not appropriate for her to advise him to let go of his resentment.
Do not advise others to do good if you have never experienced their suffering.
“But… since you chose to bring me back, don’t forget why you came back in the first place,” Ning Yuan said softly.
Rong Zhaonan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly reached out and hugged Ning Yuan tightly, burying his face in her soft shoulder: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Ning Yuan gently patted his broad back: "Everything will be alright, and the bad guys will be punished."
Although these words sounded utterly foolish, they seemed to work in coaxing the young master Rong, who was in a completely off state.
Sure enough, the person covered in sharp spikes in his arms gradually calmed down and said, "Mmm."
On the balcony not far away.
He Su coldly observed the scene in the backyard, then turned and carried the herbal tea to Rong Wenwu, who was listening to a patient's heartbeat while reviewing documents, and said with a smile—
"Zhao Nan's temper flares up quickly but subsides just as fast. He was arguing with you just now, and he's already hugging his wife in the backyard. Don't be angry!"
Upon hearing this, Rong Wenwu's stern and cold face darkened further, and he stood up and walked towards the window.
Secretary Qiu couldn't help but frown slightly. The old leader had just had a fight with his son. The son didn't care about his father, but went to flirt with a woman. Who could feel comfortable hearing that?
Especially in the backyard, the old leader was rigid in his thinking. Even though there was no one in the backyard, in his eyes it was still a matter of not paying attention to the impact in public and a bad conduct.
I'm afraid I'll have another big fight with my son soon!
He glanced at He Su, but couldn't say anything; after all, this was his former boss's family matter.
Sure enough, Rong Wenwu stood by the window, looking at the two embracing in the backyard, and his expression became even more unpleasant.
Secretary Qiu winked at his second secretary, signaling him to go find Sister Qian to avoid another family fight later.
Back when he was first assigned to work alongside his old boss, he witnessed the father and son arguing.
The old man whipped the boy with a horsewhip, while the young boy struggled and charged at people like a madman, causing both father and son to bleed.
But……
Rong Wenwu stood by the window staring at the courtyard, about to get angry, when he saw the girl in the courtyard suddenly look up and gently touch the back of her son's head.
He suddenly froze, and his originally ugly and cold expression gradually softened.
He stared blankly for a long time, his gaze wandering off somewhere, and even a hint of gentleness appeared on his usually cold face.
Rong Wenwu was born with good looks, and despite years of trials and tribulations, his once outstanding features are still evident.
When his expression softened, he resembled Rong Zhaonan, but with a more mature and rugged handsomeness.
He Su clearly saw the change in his expression from the side. She lowered her eyes and slowly squeezed the bowl of medicinal tea in her hand.
Oh……
Is he thinking about that woman from his past?
What does that Miss Zhou look like? She's never seen her before.
No matter what she did, this man always seemed to have this cold and aloof demeanor, never showing her that gentle expression.
But...it's ridiculous. The person has been dead for so many years, why pretend to be so affectionate? If they were truly affectionate, why did they get divorced in the first place?
He Su coldly turned to look at her lover downstairs.
Youth is foolish; you only realize how important power is when you've suffered setbacks.
...
Rong Wenwu watched for a while, then suddenly reached out and drew the curtains, giving a casual order: "Have Zhao Nan come to see me alone in an hour."
He paused, then added, "Let that little girl come up too."
Secretary Qiu nodded: "Yes."
He Su gently stepped forward and asked, "Shall I ask the kitchen to wash some fruit and bring it up?"
Rong Wenwu glanced at her and said, "Zhaonan has a grudge against you. You should go back to your room and rest."
He Su sighed and put her hand on Rong Wenwu's shoulder: "That kid is still blaming me. I understand, but Rong, your heart hasn't been feeling well lately. Don't argue with him. If he scolds or criticizes me, don't argue back. He's grown up and has his own ideas."
Rong Wenwu nodded with a softened expression: "You've always been sensible, go ahead."
He Su nodded, then inquired carefully about Rong Wenwu's condition from Dr. Zhang before leaving.
After He Su left, Secretary Qiu went to the backyard in person and told Rong Zhaonan and Ning Yuan about the matter.
This time, Rong Zhaonan said expressionlessly, "I understand."
Hmph—the old man made Ning Yuan go up with him, he's smart to admit it!
Ning Yuan could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression...
She rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. Oh well, his willingness to agree was progress enough. Today, Tai Sui was in his mentally challenged form, his brain wasn't working properly.
As if she were participating in his past that he hadn't had a chance to participate in.
...
An hour later, Aheng came out and called Rong Zhaonan: "Captain... Brother, your uncle wants you to go upstairs."
Aunt Qian followed them out, looked at Rong Zhaonan, and whispered, "Your dad's heart hasn't been feeling well lately, so please be considerate of this old man."
As she spoke, she glanced at Ning Yuan: "At least don't make things difficult for Xiao Ning because of you."
Rong Zhaonan lowered his eyes: "As long as he doesn't make things difficult for my wife, that's fine."
This is the bottom line.
As Ning Yuan watched him lead her upstairs by the hand, a question suddenly popped into her mind—what if Ye Dong or the Ye family made things difficult for her?
She shook her head, stopped thinking about it, and followed him upstairs.
Secretary Qiu opened the door and invited them in, smiling as she placed the washed fruit on the table: "We'll get back to work now, Comrade Xiao Ning, please make yourself at home."
Ning Yuan nodded, and Secretary Qiu closed the door.
The large study was now empty except for Rong Wenwu, Rong Zhaonan, and Ning Yuan, who were sitting behind their desks.
Rong Wenwu ignored her, stood up and looked at Ning Yuan, asking casually, "Xiao Ning, could you go to the bookstore next door and find me a copy of 'Marxist Philosophy'?"
Ning Yuan looked to the side of the study and saw a small door. She immediately understood and was about to let go of Rong Zhaonan and walk to the side: "Okay, Uncle Rong."
However, Rong Zhaonan did not let go of her hand and said coldly, "There is no conversation between us that my wife cannot hear."
Rong Wenwu frowned: "You..."
"What if Uncle Rong wants to talk to you about work?" Ning Yuan asked Rong Zhaonan before Rong Wenwu could speak.
Meeting Ning Yuan's clear, bright eyes, Rong Zhaonan paused for a moment, then, remembering his promise to her, he suppressed his discomfort and released her hand.
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