"Third Brother, I told Big Brother that you can play with these foreign gadgets, but I can't give you the bullets," the tall man said with a hint of helplessness.
Xiang Ziying scoffed, "What's the point of talking when you're out of bullets? Big brother, you don't trust me, are you worried I'll blow that country girl's head off?"
As he spoke, he tossed the sniper rifle back to the man: "I'm not that stupid. Shooting that woman in the head in the street in Beijing, wouldn't that give others leverage? This isn't the way to avenge Xiao Si'er, I know!"
The man caught the gun and said politely, "Brother Xiang is a sensible man."
Within the boundaries of Beijing, to act recklessly is tantamount to going mad before the King of Hell—a death wish.
Rong Zhaonan didn't even need to lift a finger; he could just sit on the sidelines and watch the show.
Xiang Ziying coldly looked at the slender figure sitting in the private room of the restaurant across the street: "I'm just curious, what is it about that woman that she can make all these people fawn over her?"
That Madam Ning the Second treated Ning Yuan almost like her own daughter, and even introduced her to many people.
While in Shanghai, he also supported Ning Yuan's participation in the project through the Ning Group, thus opposing him.
And people from those organizations in Shanghai are helping Ning Yuan oppose him!
"Is it because of Rong Zhaonan's status as his wife that he received so many benefits? Hmph, Rong Zhaonan prides himself on separating public and private matters, but he's just as abusing his power for personal gain." Xiang Ziying sneered contemptuously.
The man on the side remained silent for a while, and based on the information he had gathered, he still spoke a fair word: "Many people who know this Ning Zhiqing do not know that she is Rong Zhaonan's wife, or even that she has any connection with the Rong family."
Xiang Ziying paused, recalling his teacher's advice: "Although that girl doesn't understand architecture, she understands projects, she's good at communication, and she's very capable. You should learn more about how to conduct yourself from her."
He sneered contemptuously: "To put it bluntly, she's just a woman who knows how to flatter. If this were before liberation, she would have been a socialite, someone who could get into a man's bed if she had any skills."
The man on the side remained silent. This third young master of the Xiang family had become extremely irritable due to repeated setbacks, making him unable to objectively evaluate his enemies and falling into a state of simply venting his emotions.
He just needs to listen to what the eldest young master says and keep an eye on the third young master to prevent him from acting too impulsively.
Xiang Ziying stared at Ning Yuan's petite and slender figure across the street and said coldly, "She's good at coaxing people, and she's probably also very good at serving people in bed. That's why she managed to coax Rong Zhaonan and prevent him from going to Ye Dong's place."
The Ye siblings are all useless!
"How's it going to get that good-for-nothing Ye Yuan here?" Xiang Ziying asked coldly.
The man on the side nodded: "I've already had someone find a way to take care of it."
Xiang Ziying snorted: "If listening to that woman He Su again doesn't work this time, I'll take matters into my own hands."
That woman is like a maggot in a sewer, using roundabout, insidious, and inefficient methods every day. It's really annoying.
If he comes, just like in Shanghai, he'll take care of certain people, causing chaos and fear among Rong Zhaonan and Ning Yuan's group.
...
Ning Yuan didn't enjoy the meal very much, even though the white goose that had been conscripted to do free work finally had time to come and eat with her, sitting down beside her and chattering away.
She couldn't help but keep an eye on what was happening to her older brother and Ah Heng.
Every time she turned her head, she could see Ah Heng and Xiao Liuzi happily eating, while her own older brother sat silently in silence.
But the most speechless scene for her was—
"Little sister, why does Xiao Liu keep calling Aheng—Hengjie? Isn't Aheng's name Zhou Heng? Hengjie... is it a nickname in commemoration of liberation, or is it some other nickname?"
Wei Heng remained silent for a long time, then suddenly looked at her and said this.
Ning Yuan: "..."
Brother, you still don't know if Aheng is a man or a woman. Xiao Liuzi is already being called "my baby" by Aheng.
Ning Yuan remained silent for a long time. She had promised Ah Heng that she would never tell anyone about what happened that night.
"Why, do you need to think about this for so long?" Wei Heng asked, somewhat puzzled.
Ning Yuan looked at him and casually said, "Because Aheng is a woman, Xiao Liu calls her Sister Heng, not Jie as in liberation."
Seeing Wei Heng's momentarily blank expression, she silently lowered her head and drank her soup.
Saying that Aheng is a woman did not reveal what happened that day, and besides, Xiao Liu already calls Aheng "Sister Heng," so it wasn't her who let it slip.
Wei Heng's mind went blank, but his eyes drifted uncontrollably toward A Heng.
At a glance, you could see her sitting there with an air of superiority, saying something and laughing arrogantly, before delivering a powerful punch to Xiao Liu's chest.
Even though Xiao Liu was a former soldier, his face turned pale, and he awkwardly clutched his chest and coughed.
A woman...a woman...a woman who could kill a small-time thug with one punch.
He remembered that Aheng was also a special reconnaissance soldier...
Then a scene flashed through my mind, and for some reason, an image floated into my mind: a dimly lit room, showing him struggling and wrestling with a strong, lean waist.
It's like venturing into some humid, narrow rainforest and fighting to the death with someone, only to be pulled out of the river soaking wet.
Yet, I inexplicably experienced a bone-chilling pleasure during this battle.
This wasn't the first time such a strange image had suddenly flashed through his mind.
Wei Heng's Adam's apple bobbed instantly, his whole body trembled, and he turned his head sharply, pressing his forehead to his forehead. Sweat beaded on his nose, and his face turned pale instantly.
"What's wrong, brother?" Ning Yuan noticed Wei Heng's strange expression and immediately reached out to support his arm.
Wei Heng stood up, his face pale. "I'm not feeling well. I'll let Director Ou know in a bit."
Ning Yuan helped him up with concern, saying, "I'll see you out."
Ou Minglang also noticed that Wei Heng was not right, and he held Wei Heng's other arm with some concern: "Are you alright, Brother Wei Heng? I'll go and talk to my dad for you."
After saying that, he immediately went to find his father.
Ning Yuan looked at Aheng, who was tearing apart a chicken with Xiao Liu, and wanted to ask Aheng to give it away: "Aheng..."
Wei Heng suddenly grabbed her arm: "I'm fine, you can take me."
Ning Yuan knew that Wei Heng had something to say to her.
She nodded and helped Wei Heng out the door.
Around 7 p.m., the streets were still bustling with traffic, and the area around the busy intersection was full of small businesses selling snacks, shining shoes, repairing umbrellas, and inflating tires.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, a slightly stuffy night breeze blew by. Wei Heng closed his eyes and felt a throbbing pain in his head.
He looked down at Ning Yuan's worried face, took a deep breath to keep himself from showing his distress, and took out his bankbook from his pocket and put it in her hand.
"Little sister, you've had a tough time in the capital. Remember to call me if you need anything. This is the dowry I've saved for you."
Ning Yuan was stunned, and a lump formed in her throat. She pushed open the bankbook: "Brother, I have money..."
This was the dowry her brother risked his life for.
“I know you’re not short of money now, but I’ve saved up for you for many years. It’s my heartfelt gift. I’ve always thought that even after you get married, I’ll stand up for you. No one can bully my little sister. Here you go.” Wei Heng looked at her, his eyes flashing with complex emotions and sadness.
She's the little sister I've watched grow up... and can only ever be a little sister.
Ning Yuan was no longer the naive girl she used to be. At this moment, when she met Wei Heng's eyes, her heart suddenly trembled.
Suddenly, I remembered how my older brother was framed and slept with Tang Zhenzhen in my past life. When I saw her standing at the door with a shocked expression, his handsome face instantly turned pale, his eyes looked away in pain, and...
He didn't even smile once during his wedding.
There's also Tang Zhenzhen's increasing harassment and inexplicable hatred towards her.
Ning Yuan suddenly felt a sharp pang in her heart: "..."
The next moment, Wei Heng gently hugged her petite body: "That kid Rong Zhaonan, although he's a bit of a jerk, isn't a bad person. He's also smart. The key thing is... he really, really likes you. I can tell."
Ning Yuan felt him slowly loosen his grip on her, as if he were letting go of something he had been carrying for a long time.
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