Ning Bingyu didn't wait long. About ten minutes later, Tony suddenly said, "Young Master, the bathroom light upstairs is on."
He glanced at his watch, puzzled: "Why is the time so short..."
After saying that, Tony realized he had misspoke.
Miss Seven's flight landed more than half a day ago.
They haven't eaten yet, and Miss Seven and Mr. Rong have spent quite a bit of time together.
Ning Bingyu glanced upstairs, then said indifferently, "Take the packed food upstairs and tell them that the Second Madam sent it."
Tony was taken aback: "Isn't the young master going up?"
Ning Bingyu exhaled a puff of smoke and chuckled lightly, "No, it would be too deliberate for me to go up. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and there's no need to spoil other people's fun. Anan is a smart man; he understands what I mean."
Tony nodded. The young master always has his reasons for doing things.
He picked up his things and went upstairs.
...
Ning Yuan was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair when she suddenly heard a knock at the door. She asked while drying her hair, "Is it Chen Chen and the others?"
He then walked towards the door.
Rong Zhaonan came out of the bathroom wearing pajama bottoms and shirtless, and saw Ning Yuan wearing an imported silk nightgown, revealing her snow-white collarbone and slender calves.
He stopped her from opening the door and walked towards it himself, saying, "You dry your hair, I'll open the door."
Ning Yuan looked down at the pink silk nightgown she was wearing. Her mother had bought it for her. Wasn't it fine? It wasn't revealing at all.
As soon as Rong Zhaonan opened the door, he saw Tony standing at the entrance.
Tony looked at him and immediately noticed the marks on Rong Zhaonan's neck and chest. He lowered his eyes somewhat embarrassedly.
Miss Seven is quite "fierce".
Tony coughed lightly: "Mr. Rong, the eldest young master and the second madam know that the seventh young lady and you have returned, so they specially asked me to bring dinner over."
He politely handed over the lunchboxes he was carrying.
Rong Zhaonan paused, took the document, and said calmly, "Have your young master wait downstairs. I have something to say to him later."
Tony nodded: "Yes."
Rong Zhaonan closed the door and put the lunchbox on the dining table.
Ning Yuan leaned closer curiously: "Did my mom send over some food?"
She had just finished showering, and the languid charm from the bed still lingered in her eyes and brows. Her long, beautiful, naturally wavy hair reached her waist, and she sat at the table like a pretty doll.
Rong Zhaonan's eyes deepened slightly. He reached out and pulled her to his slender waist, placing her on his lap. "It should be your older brother who's here."
Ning Yuan sat on his lap, looking at the several exquisite imported lunch boxes, and muttered, "Ah, that guy really doesn't let a second go by, seizing every opportunity. It's really disgusting!"
She had just returned from the capital when her sugar daddy rushed over, showing how "deeply in love" she was with her man.
Rong Zhaonan smiled and reached out to open the lunchbox: "The food at Jinjiang Hotel isn't something ordinary people can afford; it's very expensive. Eat up, it's already eight o'clock, you must be hungry."
On the way back, Ning Yuan had already told him in detail why Ning Bingyu, this busy man, had been unwilling to leave Shanghai.
Ning Yuan opened several lunchboxes and found that they contained dishes she usually liked to eat at the Jinjiang Hotel, and even one or two of them were Rong Zhaonan's favorites.
She raised an eyebrow: "If I didn't know what kind of person my brother-in-law is, I would be so touched."
It's so sweet!
Ning Bingyu knew her preferences perfectly, and even remembered Rong Zhaonan's tastes when he occasionally visited Jinjiang. It was truly...
Ning Yuan: "Whether you use this approach on business partners, clients, or women, it's sure to leave a lasting impression, right?"
No wonder her older brother is the number one dream lover of Hong Kong women.
Ning Yuan picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs, the sweet and sour sauce melting between her lips and teeth. She squinted her eyes, like a satisfied cat.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her like this, and the smile in his eyes grew stronger.
Rong Zhaonan poured her a cup of tea and said calmly, "Your elder brother is very shrewd and meticulous; he is a qualified businessman."
“That’s right. If this were ancient times, he would definitely look like a treacherous minister.” Ning Yuan pouted.
She knew her older brother, whom she considered cheap, all too well. He appeared gentle and refined on the surface, but was actually ruthless and would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
The reason he was so attentive to her was simply because he couldn't get a plane ticket so quickly while they were in Beijing.
She also went to the retirement home to ask the elderly women and men in the economic field whom she knew before to gauge the situation.
Most importantly, Rong Zhaonan is with her.
Capitalists aren't lacking in emotional intelligence; in fact, they're quite intelligent. It just depends on whether they're willing to use their emotional intelligence on you and whether you have that value.
...
After the meal, Ning Yuan cleared the dishes, while Rong Zhaonan went downstairs to see Ning Bingyu.
Tony watched as Rong Zhaonan came down, nodded to him in greeting, then turned and walked away to make room for his superior to talk.
Ning Bingyu, dressed in a well-tailored suit, leaned against the car, elegantly smoking a cigar.
The dim streetlights shone on him, outlining his tall and slender figure.
Seeing Rong Zhaonan come down, Ning Bingyu took the cigar from his lips, straightened up with a smile, and greeted him casually: "Anan, long time no see."
Rong Zhaonan merely glanced at him indifferently, nodded slightly, and said in a lukewarm tone, "Young Master Ning."
He wore a simple white shirt, looking casual and unrestrained.
"Want one?" Ning Bingyu took a box of cigars out of his pocket, handed it to Rong Zhaonan, and asked casually.
The aroma of the cigar lingered around his fingertips, adding to his mature masculine charm.
Rong Zhaonan didn't even look at it, just put his hands in his pockets, leaned lazily against the car behind him, and said in a light tone: "No need, Aning doesn't like it."
Ning Bingyu paused, reached up and pushed up his frameless glasses, concealing the fleeting glint in his eyes, and asked with a gentle smile—
“Ah Ning, why are you calling me Seventh Sister? I also have the surname Ning, and I have a bunch of brothers and sisters with the surname Ning. If we call you that when we get to Hong Kong, everyone will turn around…”
Rong Zhaonan glanced at him but didn't explain further: "I only have one Aning."
Ning Bingyu paused, then laughed: "Ning Yuan's classmates either call her Xiao Ning or Ningning, or Xiao Yuan or Yuanyuan. Nobody calls her A Ning in a strange way, right?"
I want to be unique.
Rong Zhaonan took his hand out of his pocket and gently tapped the car body with his slender fingers, making a "thump thump thump" sound that was particularly clear in the quiet night.
He tilted his head slightly, his sharp gaze fixed on Ning Bingyu, and went straight to the point: "This time, representatives from the Guo and Zheng families went to the capital and stayed for at least a month. They haven't left yet. Is this the reason why Young Master Ning has been staying in the mainland?"
Ning Bingyu smiled and, without beating around the bush, said directly, "Yes, Ningning told Anan, right? Whether mainland customers can continue to cooperate with our Ning family is related to whether I can stay in my position as CEO."
Rong Zhaonan hummed in agreement: "She did tell me."
Ning Bingyu took a deep drag on his cigar, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke that blurred his expression.
"The Guo and Zheng families only rushed in after we took the first bite of the 'cake.' But even though my grandfather was bedridden, he actively promoted cooperation between the Ning family and the mainland for several years."
He paused for a moment: "Even though we lost so much on the last deal, it was like a cake, but we didn't get any sweetness. My family has always cleaned up our own messes. This is not only to show sincerity in terms of profit, but also because of the Ning family's family motto and the old man's heart."
Rong Zhaonan's deep eyes looked at Ning Bingyu: "..."
Ning Bingyu took off his frameless glasses and calmly looked directly at Rong Zhaonan: "Businessmen are born for profit, but the Ning family will never betray the country for profit."
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