Rong Wenwu rubbed his aching temples and said in a hoarse, bitter voice, "Zhaonan is my and Zhujun's child. How could I not care about him? I just really want him to be outstanding..."
“Rong Wenwu, you have lived up to the righteousness and responsibility you shouldered, and you have lived up to everyone, but you have let down Zhu Jun and your children. You owe them too much.”
Madam Ning suddenly sighed deeply.
Rong Wenwu's eyes stung, and he couldn't utter a single word.
“Rong Jiuyu, if you’re going to call me sister again, then promise me—for the sake of your second wife, which forced you to marry her; for the sake of how she made… Zhao Nan treat you like a stranger all these years, thoroughly investigate everything she’s done and everyone she’s been in contact with.”
Madam Ning looked at him sharply—
"Someone like you either didn't think of investigating, but if you really wanted to, you wouldn't be able to find nothing."
Rong Wenwu fell silent. If someone else had made such a request to investigate his wife, he would have thought it was unreasonable.
After all, He Su had undergone a political vetting process back then.
But when Huifang mentioned it... she was his benefactor and also Zhujun's close friend.
When Sister Huifang stood in front of him, he always felt as if an old friend was still there.
Of all the requests Zhu Jun made, the only one he couldn't fulfill was to leave with her.
Rong Wenwu raised his eyes and said, slowly and deliberately, "Okay, I promise you."
A cold glint flashed in Madam Ning's eyes; she would absolutely not allow anyone to have designs on her daughter.
"As for Ning Yuan, I will determine whether she acknowledges you as her father-in-law based on the results of your investigation. After all, my family can afford to raise not only two children, but even two hundred."
After speaking coldly, Madam Ning turned around, grabbed her bag, and walked towards the door.
For some reason, after hearing everything about He Su, she really hated that woman.
Just from how she treated Xiao Ai, you can tell she's a snobbish, mean, ruthless, and despicable vixen.
That kind of scum dares to be compared to Zhu Jun?!
Unfortunately, if this weren't the mainland.
In the Hong Kong government, she had her own methods for dealing with Ho Su.
...
Upon hearing the commotion inside the window, Ning Yuan ignored Rong Zhaonan and quickly crawled away in another direction.
Otherwise, the people inside will easily notice something is wrong when they come out!
Sure enough, as Ning Yuan crawled out of the bushes, she heard Secretary Qiu call out in a strained voice, "Hello, Ms. Wen!"
Ms. Wen glanced coldly at Secretary Qiu: "Where is Consultant Ning?"
Ning Yuan: "..."
She climbed even faster, and within minutes she emerged from the bushes along a narrow path on the other side of the private room, where no one ever passed by.
"Phew—!" Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and patted the bits of grass off her shoulders and hair.
I heard so many stories from the past today...
She turned her head and saw a tall, aloof figure standing behind her.
Ning Yuan was startled and frowned. This guy had actually followed her out; she hadn't heard a sound at all.
I thought he was still standing there in a daze.
Rong Zhaonan simply put on his hat, which actually complemented his shirt and workwear outfit, giving him a somewhat unconventional and carefree look.
However, the corners of his narrow, upturned eyes were red, and even his usually deep and aloof eyes were clearly bloodshot.
He looked unusually lost, as if he had lost his soul.
Ning Yuan looked at him, frowned, and didn't want to pay him any attention.
Her mother is still waiting for her!
“Go back now. I have something to do. Your father wants to see me alone. Anyone can tell something is wrong with you looking like this.”
Ning Yuan straightened her clothes as she exited through another path, pretending that she had just arrived.
As she was about to step out of the alley, she suddenly felt her sleeve being pulled.
Ning Yuan turned her head and saw that the person behind her was still following her, even tugging at her sleeve.
but……
He kept his eyes downcast, saying nothing, and simply followed her.
Ning Yuan said calmly, "Rong Xiao'ai, after hearing so much about the past, what are your thoughts?"
Faced with the greater good of the nation, his parents sacrificed their youth, choosing to abandon the people they deeply loved and go their separate ways. It's hard to say who was right or wrong.
In this perilous era of war and chaos, everyone had an erupting volcano above their head, their flesh and bones reduced to ashes.
Each generation has its own destiny and its own tasks.
In those years, millions of people put love, family, and life after their ideals, which is why, decades later, in this world of ordinary people, there is plenty of time to calmly and freely act out all kinds of joys and sorrows, and heart-wrenching moments.
Rong Zhaonan stared blankly at Ning Yuan. After a long while, he seemed to suddenly realize what she was calling him.
His neck flushed bright red instantly, and he turned his face away as if calmly pretending not to have heard, saying—
"I have no opinion. I'm no longer the child who needed a father. Everything is judged by actions, not intentions. I remember what he did..."
Ning Yuan looked at him and said, "But Rong Xiaoai, he doesn't actually treat you that way because of your mother, as you think."
Rong Wenwu was an irresponsible father, but at least he didn't abandon his wife and children for his future, as she had initially thought.
If Rong Zhaonan didn't care about his father, he wouldn't react so strongly every time he saw Rong Wenwu.
A complex expression flashed across Rong Zhaonan's face. He paused, then said expressionlessly, "I don't want to discuss him. Your mother-in-law is waiting for you, isn't she? And... don't call her by that name."
Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow: "What's your name?"
Rong Zhaonan: "It's that one..."
Ning Yuan asked bluntly, "Which one? How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?"
Rong Zhaonan's beautiful eyes, hidden beneath the brim of his hat, were reddened—this time from embarrassment and anger.
He gritted his teeth: "Xiao Ai!"
“Okay, little ah, let’s go. My mom and your father are waiting for me.” Ning Yuan nodded, readily agreeing.
"You—" Rong Zhaonan's fair face turned as red as if it were about to bleed as he stared at Ning Yuan and suddenly grabbed her.
"What? Didn't I call you Xiao Ai? I have something to do!" Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow.
Rong Zhaonan's fair ears throbbed with heat, and his usually cool eyes were now filled with anger. His face flushed, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "And you're not allowed to call me that, or else I...I..."
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