Rong Zhaonan stomped his foot on the bicycle, a smile that went from warm to sinister on his handsome face: "Do you want to die?"
Chen Chen felt a chill run down his spine, immediately picked up the bicycle, and bowed deeply: "Dad, this was a mistake, a mistake."
Rong Zhaonan looked at the efficient and compliant lackey, adjusted his glasses, and said coldly, "You can get lost now!"
Why would he have such a foolish subordinate? And how could this fool win first place in the army-wide competition?
It's true what they say: when the cat's away, the mice will play.
Chen Chen was stunned: "Huh? No, Captain, didn't you say you wanted me to stay the night?"
He was still imagining the scene of sleeping in the same bed with the captain, and he wanted to hug the captain and cry together, and talk about the longing he had felt over the years!
Rong Zhaonan: "There aren't that many beds at home. Do you want me to sleep on the floor while you share a bed with Ning Yuan?"
Chen Chen was startled: "No, no, no...it's not!"
Rong Zhaonan said coldly again, "If you still want your ass, then get lost!"
Otherwise, he wouldn't mind kicking him so hard he couldn't get out of bed.
Chen Chen rode away sadly on his old bicycle, singing a melancholy song as he went: "The shining red star guides me into battle, but the captain only kicks my butt~~~"
He found out that the captain didn't want to cry with him, but only wanted to hug his sister-in-law and laugh. This was truly heartbreaking.
...
Ning Yuan was worrying about how to allocate the beds for the night in the cowshed when she saw Rong Zhaonan walk in alone.
She picked up her teacup and looked behind Rong Zhaonan with some confusion: "Hey? Where's Chen Chen?"
Why is there no one behind him?
Rong Zhaonan went inside and closed the door, casually saying, "He said he misses his mother, and he can't sleep at night without her telling him stories."
Ning Yuan: "Pfft—cough cough!"
She spat out a mouthful of tea, choking and coughing: "But isn't he from Beijing? Does he have to bring his mother to work?"
Chen Chen is so big, can't he sleep without his mother? What kind of mama's boy is this?
Rong Zhaonan said casually, "Yes, they have a deep bond between mother and son."
Ning Yuan: "I never expected this..."
Her worldview was completely shaken.
Rong Zhaonan casually handed her a handkerchief: "What, do you really want him to come and stay with us?"
Ning Yuan wiped her mouth while asking in bewilderment, "Didn't you invite him to stay?"
Why does this person seem a bit sarcastic? Is it just her imagination?
Um... Give us back our home...
As Ning Yuan listened to his description of the small house they lived in, she felt a strange feeling in her heart. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she was just a little happy.
Rong Zhaonan asked casually, "You have a good impression of him, thinking he was a hero who saved the damsel in distress?"
Ning Yuan muttered bluntly, "Hero saves the beauty? I was already out of danger when he finally showed up. He's like those police officers in crime dramas who only appear after the villain has been defeated!"
Seeing that Ning Yuan didn't have a good impression of Chen Chen, Rong Zhaonan smiled slightly and asked, "What's a crime drama?"
Ning Yuan: "Uh..."
That foul mouth of hers, she said something she shouldn't have again! These days it's all model operas, there aren't any crime dramas at all!
She coughed lightly, trying to change the subject: "Chen Chen is a very outgoing person, always smiling. I didn't expect that he and you are old comrades-in-arms."
Rong Zhaonan could tell that she didn't want to explain, so he didn't press her for an explanation, since pressing her would only lead to more lies anyway.
He simply said, "Yes, we fought together. I was demoted and left the team."
Ning Yuan was about to say something when she said, "Then..."
But the next moment, her stomach suddenly made a loud "gurgling" sound.
There was a moment of silence in the air.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her: "Didn't you eat?"
Ning Yuan touched her stomach and smiled awkwardly: "No, I didn't think of it after I left the police station. I was just worried about how to get back to the village. I'll eat some cookies later."
Rong Zhaonan suddenly stood up, walked to the table, and opened the lids of several lunchboxes on the table: "I saved some food for you, eat up."
Ning Yuan looked and saw a bowl of egg fried rice full of fragrant cured meat, a plate of stir-fried water spinach stems, and a bowl of clam and vegetable soup.
It truly has a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste, and is also rich in nutrients.
She stepped forward and touched the bowl, only to find it was still warm. She was extremely surprised: "Hot? Have you been keeping it warm for me?"
But how could he know when she would come back, or whether she had eaten? It only meant that he would keep her warm for a while.
Who would have thought that the hands of a big shot who holds guns and official documents could also have such a considerate side!
Ning Yuan couldn't help but look at Rong Zhaonan.
He lowered his eyes, adjusted the frame of his glasses, and said expressionlessly, "I made extra food tonight, but it wasn't specially saved for you."
Ning Yuan felt a warmth in her heart, her big eyes crinkling into a bright smile as she looked at him: "Thank you!"
He was willing to wait for her at the village entrance because he was worried about her safety. He was a tough-talking but soft-hearted boss!
Looking into the girl's bright, sparkling eyes, Rong Zhaonan scoffed, "Go wash your hands, you're all dirty."
Ning Yuan smiled, turned around, and said happily, "Okay!"
After she washed her hands and came out, she sat down and ate with Rong Zhaonan while telling him about what had happened that day.
Watching Ning Yuan eat with gusto, leaving not a single dish, Rong Zhaonan felt a strange, tender feeling in his heart.
Just like when he was a child, he would feed his favorite imported Angora rabbit and feel that sense of satisfaction watching it eat with relish.
After finishing her meal, Ning Yuan took a shower and came out late at night. She was so sleepy that she climbed into bed.
Rong Zhaonan was already lying on the bed when he suddenly said, "From now on, when you go to the city to sell mountain products on weekends, I'll have Chen Chen look after you and bring you back. Otherwise, it's too dangerous."
Ning Yuan yawned: "Oh no, even if you're comrades-in-arms, it's not good to keep troubling people. I'll be careful when I go out."
Rong Zhaonan said calmly, "He owes me a lot of favors in the past, and now he still needs my help. It's not a trouble for him."
Ning Yuan rubbed her eyes and muttered, "Oh well, he'll miss his mom if he comes home too late..."
Rong Zhaonan: "..."
He turned to look at her: "Ning Yuan, be good."
Ning Yuan was so sleepy that she didn't understand what he was saying at all. She just mumbled and pulled the blanket over herself, "Oh...oh...it's a little cold today..."
Hmm, it's winter now, a bit cold.
Rong Zhaonan watched as the petite girl unconsciously crawled from her bed to his arm for warmth.
Rong Zhaonan didn't move until he saw her lean on his shoulder and fall into a deep sleep.
After a long while, listening to Ning Yuan's even breathing, he suddenly reached out and poked Ning Yuan's soft little face—this was something he had always wanted to do.
He recalled Ning Yuan's bright eyes, her small mouth opening and closing, her rosy and delicate appearance...
Rong Zhaonan gave a dark sneer, "He really does look like a rabbit."
His long, slightly cold fingertips slowly slid from the tip of her nose to her soft little mouth.
The kind of soft, squishy rabbit that, if you're not careful, might get caught, skinned, roasted, and eaten.
However, even if Ning Yuan is a rabbit, she's the kind of rabbit that kicks an eagle.
I just hope that she really is just a naturally clever rabbit, and not a fox disguised as a rabbit.
"Mmm...cookie..." Ning Yuan opened her mouth groggily, unconsciously putting the fingertip of her finger near her lips into her mouth.
It even licked it and smacked its lips.
Rong Zhaonan froze, feeling as if the damp warmth and sucking sensation on his fingertips were a tiny yet stimulating flame.
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