Rong Zhaonan looked at Ou Minglang with icy eyes: "Ou Minglang, let go!"
Ou Minglang rolled his eyes at him: "Let go of what? When you carried Ye Dong to the hospital today, did Xiao Ning tell you to let go?"
Today, after hearing what Ah Heng told him about what happened, he was so angry that he almost fainted. How could these northern soldiers be so outrageously rough!
"Besides, you were able to carry Ye Dong to the hospital, so you should be able to understand why I helped my drunk sister to her room, right?" Ou Minglang curled his lips in a mocking smile.
Rong Zhaonan paused, then expressionlessly put his arm around Ning Yuan's waist: "This is a matter between my husband and me, it's none of your business!"
Ou Minglang raised an eyebrow and pressed Ning Yuan's head against his shoulder: "She's my sister, this is a matter between us siblings! Don't be so hypocritical, OK? If you can take care of Ye Dong, I can take care of Ning Yuan!"
Ning Yuan's head was suddenly pressed down, and she was probably not very comfortable, so she rubbed her face against his neck several times.
Rong Zhaonan's handsome face instantly darkened: "Ou Minglang, don't force me to beat you up, let her go!"
Ou Minglang looked at him coldly: "Everyone says Rong Taisui is powerful, but I think you're just a brute. Don't tell me you're half Shanghainese. We Shanghai men can't see through those disgusting little tricks!"
Ning Yuan was being pulled around by the two of them, with Ou Minglang holding her head and Rong Zhaonan's waist around her waist. They kept pulling her back and forth, and her eyes were filled with stars. She felt like everything in front of her was spinning.
Rong Zhaonan glared at him sharply, tightening his grip on Ning Yuan's waist: "I can't say whether I can see through other people's methods, but you're not planning to hide your intentions, are you?"
"What I think about my sister is none of your business!" Ou Minglang grabbed Ning Yuan's arm and shoulder, speaking coldly and without any politeness.
Don't you like double standards? Then go all the way with double standards!
Ning Yuan murmured softly, "Stop talking nonsense..."
Rong Zhaonan noticed that Ning Yuan's expression was off and frowned: "Let go of her. Didn't you notice she's uncomfortable?"
Ou Minglang said bluntly, "Then why don't you let go!"
Ning Yuan felt that the two guys were arguing next to her, making her head buzz.
The noise was so loud that she couldn't help but struggle, furiously scratching them both: "Let go, stop pulling, I want to—vomit!"
Ning Yuan was petite to begin with, and she was hunched over in discomfort, only scratching the chins and necks of the two men, but they immediately let go.
Ning Yuan rushed to a large tree, leaned against it, and began to vomit: "Yue—Yue!!"
Ou Minglang hurriedly took out his handkerchief and rushed over: "Ning Yuan, slow down!"
He slipped the handkerchief into Ning Yuan's hand and gently patted her back.
Seeing how badly she was vomiting, Ou Minglang said remorsefully, "I shouldn't have pulled you up, I'm sorry."
He was so angry that he was so focused on arguing with Rong Zhaonan that he didn't even notice that Ning Yuan was feeling unwell.
Seeing Ning Yuan's pale face, Rong Zhaonan didn't rush over. Instead, he turned around, grabbed a cup, poured a cup of hot tea, and then walked to Ning Yuan's side.
He gently pushed Ou Minglang aside and handed him a teacup: "Drink some hot tea and rinse your mouth, otherwise the taste in your mouth will make you want to vomit."
Ning Yuan felt nauseous, so she quickly grabbed a cup of hot tea to rinse her mouth, spat it out, and repeated this several times before she felt better.
Ou Minglang looked at her with concern: "Are you alright?"
Ning Yuan vomited up what was in her stomach, barely managed to wipe her mouth with a handkerchief, and somewhat dazedly held out her hand to Ou Minglang: "Thank goodness, where am I... am I home?"
Rong Zhaonan stiffened when he saw her extend her hand directly to Ou Minglang.
Ou Minglang ignored Rong Zhaonan, stepped forward, bypassed him, took Ning Yuan's outstretched hand, and carefully led her home: "We're home, we're home!"
Rong Zhaonan watched as Ning Yuan walked slowly, like an old empress dowager, holding onto Ou Minglang's hand.
He suppressed the urge to go up and carry her away, and silently followed behind.
Ou Minglang helped Ning Yuan upstairs, and Ning Yuan still knew where her room was.
Ning Yuan muttered as she walked towards the shower room, "I want to take a shower, I want to take a shower..."
Ou Minglang quickly helped her onto the bed, squatted down and took off her shoes: "Go to sleep first, you can wash them tomorrow. If you wash them like this, you'll fall headfirst into the toilet pit."
As soon as Ning Yuan touched the bed, she hugged her pillow and fell asleep.
Ou Minglang pulled a thin towel to cover her, and only after watching her sleep peacefully did he get up and look at the man standing behind him, coldly watching him.
Rong Zhaonan crossed his arms and asked with a gloomy expression, "She's asleep. You can leave now. Don't tell me your younger brother is going to stay here to take care of her."
Ou Minglang's handsome face turned cold: "What if I said yes?"
Rong Zhaonan said coldly, "Don't push your luck. I asked you to help her up because I didn't want her to be in too much pain."
Ou Minglang walked out with a cold face: "Then why don't you think about why she subconsciously doesn't want you to help her up, since you're her man!"
As soon as they stepped out of the room, Ou Minglang suddenly turned to look at him: "Back when Xiao Ning was with you, I told her that you had a lot of messy affairs in Beijing and advised her that she shouldn't have been with you! When you broke up with her, I thought it was a good thing, and now it has been proven that my thinking was right."
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Ou Minglang!"
Ou Minglang said calmly, "Ning Yuan once said that adults should only choose, not change, their partners, because it is foolish to try to change someone's mind."
He paused for a moment: "But once she makes a choice, she won't easily give up the person she loves. It's a mistake that she likes you. If I were her boyfriend, I wouldn't let her suffer these kinds of troubles."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.
With a loud bang, the door to the room behind them was slammed shut by someone in a fit of anger.
Ah Heng walked in from outside the courtyard, glancing behind him with some puzzlement: "What's going on?"
Ou Minglang looked at Aheng and shook his head: "It's nothing, I'll go back first. Please take good care of Ning Yuan."
Watching Ou Minglang leave, Aheng looked up at the second floor, completely bewildered. The lights were on, which meant that his team leader had taken over Ning Yuan's care.
She scratched her head and went back to her room.
She definitely had to side with her brother and hoped they would reconcile soon.
Ou Minglang walked along the deserted night road, gently touching his neck.
There seemed to still linger the feeling of his hand accidentally brushing against Ning Yuan's face and lips a few times when she struggled as he held her down... soft and wet.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his frustration, and slowly walked home.
He is a successor to socialism, and cannot be without morality.
...
In the room
Rong Zhaonan looked at the sleeping petite figure with a deep and complicated gaze, and touched the velvet ring box in his pocket.
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