Rong Zhaonan and Secretary Qiu nodded slightly, and the door to the private room opened. Ning Yuan was seeing off several elderly people and Lao Zhuo.
Old Zhuo was pondering Ning Yuan's words when he suddenly noticed Rong Zhaonan standing at the door. He was taken aback and asked, "Zhaonan, what brings you here?"
Rong Zhaonan nodded politely to him: "Uncle Zhuo, I've come to pick up my wife."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Ning Yuan.
Seeing Rong Zhaonan staring at her, Ning Yuan ignored him and simply smiled gently at the grandparents, saying, "Grandpa and Grandma, please take care."
The old folks glanced at Rong Zhaonan again, then smiled and said to Ning Yuan, "Oh, this young man is the one you've been waiting for, isn't he? We've kept the young people waiting for their dates. Go on, go on."
Rong Zhaonan smiled politely and gently: "It won't take up any time, Grandpa and Grandma, we'll be going now."
As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed Ning Yuan's small hand, their fingers intertwined.
Ning Yuan frowned, unable to break free immediately, and not wanting to struggle in front of everyone, she just pursed her lips and remained silent.
What is he doing in public?! These days, holding hands in public isn't allowed!
The old man didn't recognize the younger generation of children, but looking at the couple in front of him, the boy, though handsome, had a calm demeanor, while the girl was charming and lively; they seemed like a perfect match.
The elderly women and men exchanged glances, and could tell that the two were having a disagreement.
An old man patted Rong Zhaonan's arm with a smile: "Good young man, you are tall and strong. If you do something wrong, just let your wife give you a beating."
The elderly people all nodded in agreement with smiles.
Old Zhuo is still in a daze, oh ho?
This little girl is Zhao Nan's wife? Then... what's going on with Lao Rong? He acted like he didn't recognize her just now!
But seeing that the elderly people were tired and about to leave, he quickly followed them to see them off.
Seeing that everyone had left, Ning Yuan withdrew her hand and looked at Rong Zhaonan indifferently: "Why did you come?"
Rong Zhaonan stared at her intently: "Since you're here, I've come."
Her greatest skill is speaking to you calmly, without giving you the silent treatment or getting angry, yet she can make you feel incredibly uncomfortable in her polite manner.
Ning Yuan pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She looked at Secretary Qiu, who was standing far away as a background figure, and asked, "Secretary Qiu, where is Uncle Rong? Could you please take me there?"
Right now, she had no time to pay attention to him; she just wanted to know what was going on with her mother.
Secretary Qiu coughed lightly: "I'll take you there."
Anyway, the boss is going to see Ning Yuan, so having Zhao Nan as an unexpected addition isn't so bad... I guess...
………………
In another private room.
Seeing that Director Ou had left the woman who looked like an overseas Chinese and him in the private room, and was about to leave, Rong Wenwu was immediately confused and quickly asked—
"Old Ou, who is this?"
Before Director Ou could speak, Madam Ning had already sat down and said coldly, "Rong Jiuyu, it's been many years. What, don't you recognize me?"
The moment that name was uttered, Rong Wenwu froze completely, as if he had been frozen in place.
Old Ou was also taken aback when he saw this. His old friend still had this name?
He wisely left immediately and closed the door.
Rong Wenwu slowly turned his head, his face stiff, and looked at Madam Ning: "You...you are..."
"I am Wen Huifang. Don't you remember me? Or have you done too many bad things that you dare not recognize an old friend?" Madam Ning poured a cup of tea indifferently and looked at him.
Rong Wenwu was somewhat dazed. He looked at her, his voice stiff: "You are... Sister Huifang, when did you come back?"
Madam Ning took a sip of her tea and smiled, "You wish we old friends could never set foot in the interior again, so that no one would know how you so ungrateful and heartless, abusing your first wife's son?"
That bastard, how dare he bully her daughter! She saw it all from the side!
Madam Ning immediately launched into a barrage of calm and unhurried, even harsh, interrogations, which made Rong Wenwu's face turn even uglier.
He toned down his imposing aura and simply closed his eyes: "I... didn't!"
"You didn't? Then tell me, Xiao Ai... what kind of life has Zhao Nan lived all these years? Do you dare to swear to Zhu Jun's spirit in heaven that you have treated the child she risked her life to give birth to properly!" Madam Ning slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and sneered.
Upon hearing the name "Zhu Jun," Rong Wenwu was momentarily dazed, and a stunningly beautiful face flashed before his eyes.
Just like that clear and gentle "Jiuyu" that came across decades of time and space, piercing through the gunfire.
Then, that peerless figure smiled at him, shattering into countless pieces like a mirage.
His tall frame swayed and he slumped onto the stool. An expression of extreme pain appeared on his still resolute and handsome features. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.
"Speechless, is that it? Back then... I advised Zhu Jun that you would ruin her life sooner or later, but she stayed with you without hesitation, and now it has come true!" Madam Ning looked at him coldly.
Rong Wenwu closed his eyes tightly, clenching his fists with bulging veins, so that no one could see the turmoil in his heart.
Madam Ning chuckled calmly, "Who are you putting on this act for? The person you should be asking for forgiveness for has long since died in a foreign land, and you've already remarried back home. Have you forgotten who she is?"
Rong Wenwu blurted out instinctively, "I didn't..."
But the second half of the sentence remained unsaid.
Seeing that he remained silent, Madam Ning became even angrier and said coldly, "She was clever in everything, but foolish when it came to matters of the heart. Even on her deathbed, she never forgot you and wanted to send the child to you so that you could love that child for her. And what did you do?"
Rong Wenwu silently accepted Madam Ning's sarcastic remarks.
Only then did he try to explain in a hoarse voice: "Sister Huifang...you don't understand, I did it to protect Zhaonan...the situation back then..."
Madam Ning sneered and interrupted him: "You can explain these words to Zhu Jun after you die. If I had known you didn't care about that child, I should have brought him to my side. Even if my Ning family is in dire straits, I can still give him a peaceful and worry-free life!"
After a long silence, when confronted with the questioning, Rong Wenwu lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "It was me... I'm sorry to Zhu Jun, but I've never cared about her and my child."
I care too much. Every time I see him, it's like seeing an old friend... someone I can't have, someone I'm separated from by life and death.
"Is that so? You care about that child so much that you almost drove him to his death? You've spent your life on the battlefield, yet you've been muddle-headed your whole life. You're busy fighting outside every day, and you probably never even saw clearly what kind of person you married!" Madam Ning sneered.
Rong Wenwu frowned: "He Su, she..."
"Bang!" Madam Ning Er smashed the teacup at his feet.
Although Rong Wenwu's face was stiff and ugly, he kept quiet.
Madam Ning said coldly, "Rong Jiuyu, if it weren't for Zhu Jun's child, Xiao Ai, being by your side, and if it weren't for my daughter accidentally falling into this fire pit of yours, do you think I would care what kind of beast you married!"
Rong Wenwu was stunned for a moment, looking at Madam Ning in disbelief.
...
Two people were squatting in the orange tree outside the window.
Not far away, Secretary Qiu, looking nervous and furtive, was keeping watch.
Ning Yuan glanced indifferently at the man squatting beside her: "Rong Xiaoai, do you understand what my mother is saying?"
Her mother is so powerful and domineering that she can actually intimidate someone who comes from a vast army!
As expected of father and son, they even look exactly alike when arguing with women.
Rong Zhaonan's handsome face was also a little pale. He was in a daze and didn't notice what Ning Yuan called him: "..."
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