“This family motto has been enshrined in the ancestral hall for generations since the Ning family started doing business more than a hundred years ago. With Anan’s intelligence channels, he should know very well that I have never lied.”
Rong Zhaonan remained silent for a while, without saying anything.
He glanced at the lit area upstairs and said, "I'm leaving now. Aning is waiting for me. We're going to Grandma Xia's house later."
Ning Bingyu received no response, but he was not discouraged and showed no sign of displeasure.
He just smiled helplessly: "Okay, that old woman is really terrifying, but you can tell she loves Seventh Sister very much."
Rong Zhaonan nodded slightly, turned and went upstairs. Reaching the top of the stairs, he suddenly turned back and said calmly—
"The mainland guests asked me to tell you that they have seen the Ning family's responsible attitude, and they will still prioritize cooperating with the Ning family. You don't need to stay in Shanghai for a long time; just continue with what you need to do."
After saying that, he went upstairs by himself.
Upon hearing Rong Zhaonan's words, Ning Bingyu's fingers tightened instantly, gripping the cigar so tightly that he almost crushed it.
He didn't care at all when expensive cigar ash fell onto his pricey suit.
The man's usually gentle lips were pressed tightly into a straight line.
A night breeze brought a touch of coolness, but Ning Bingyu felt burning hot all over, as if a fire was burning in his eyes.
After a long while, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, as if trying to expel all the pent-up emotions from his chest. Only then did his whole body relax, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips: "Ha—!"
"Young Master?" Tony walked over and asked with some surprise when he saw Ning Bingyu's expression.
Ning Bingyu pursed his thin lips, like a king who had finally steered the game of fate in his favor.
He casually stubbed out his cigar: "Let's go back to Jinjiang. It's time to report the progress to our Chairman Ning."
He was really looking forward to seeing his older cousin's expression at the meeting tomorrow morning; it was sure to be quite a sight.
Ning Man'an and those old fogies are trying to oust him from his CEO position; he'll get his revenge sooner or later!
Tony knew at a glance that the matter was resolved and his boss was doing well, so his subordinates would naturally have an even better life.
He smiled and said, "Yes, young master!"
But then he paused, took out a stack of crumpled things, including a large piece of paper torn in two: "Would you like to take a look at this?"
Ning Bingyu took it in a good mood: "What?"
But when he looked at the calligraphy and content under the streetlight, his sharp eyes turned cold, and the smile on his lips gradually faded: "What kind of...big-character poster is this? Where did it come from?"
The contents of the paper were a detailed "charge" against Chu Hongyu, filling the entire page with evidence and reasoning, a mixture of truth and falsehood.
Even though he only glanced at it briefly, Ning Bingyu could tell that the person who wrote these words had a very good writing style and was very good at stirring people's emotions.
Tony stood to the side, his brow furrowed, and explained in a low voice, "While you were talking, I wandered around the neighborhood and saw several school teachers tearing this thing off the wall and throwing it into the trash can."
“I heard them mention Hongyu’s name, so I picked it up and tore it off along with some letters and photos. It must have been done on purpose, because the teachers said that not long after it was torn off, someone put it back on.”
He and Chu Hongyu used to be colleagues. Hongyu was someone the young master wanted to promote, so he paid extra attention to this kind of thing.
Tony's gaze fell on the torn pieces of paper, his tone tinged with resentment and bewilderment—
"It's obvious that someone is deliberately targeting Chu Hongyu. The things on this list range from her private life to her character, and even say that she has corrupted the school's atmosphere and reduced its social influence. It's a case of 'wanting to find fault, one can always find a pretext'!"
Chu Hongyu was just standing in the school with her new boyfriend, but now she doesn't know what's going on.
Ning Bingyu glanced at the letter, his face showing little surprise, but he raised an eyebrow: "The atmosphere in the mainland is already very conservative, and now, when it comes to punishing people in the mainland, it's really simple and crude and effective."
He casually handed the items to Tony: "Go upstairs again and give this to that char siu. Tell her to stop getting intimate with the man. Let's go back."
Tony: "Young Master, you're not going to get involved?"
Ning Bingyu scoffed, "What does this have to do with me? Your young master has so much free time that he's bothering with this childish stuff? If he can't even handle this much, how will he help me in the future?"
He got into the car and said, "I'm going to book a plane ticket home. I haven't been to the stables of my new racehorse that's been there for so long."
Tony: "Yes."
The eldest young master is truly heartless... There's no need for the seventh young lady anymore; she'll immediately be transformed from the seventh sister into char siu.
She simply dumped the assistant's duties on Miss Seven and ignored them.
...
Ning Yuan changed her clothes and then heard another knock on the door.
She opened the door and saw Tony give her an awkward smile, handing her a stack of things that looked like trash.
Ning Yuan asked in confusion, "What is it?"
What's wrong with that sausage?
But she accepted it anyway.
"This is about Chu Hongyu, Miss Ningning, please take a look. I'll go back to the hotel with Young Master Che first," Tony said politely before going downstairs.
Ning Yuan flipped through the crumpled pages one by one, her gaze gradually becoming serious.
The handwriting on the paper was malicious; these were clearly anonymous letters filled with malice.
The contents of the letter were obscene, portraying Chu Hongyu as a promiscuous and morally corrupt woman.
How could anyone use such vicious language to attack Chu Hongyu?! A surge of anger rose in Ning Yuan's heart. These baseless accusations were simply a trampling on a woman's dignity!
"Are these people crazy? What business is it of theirs whether a woman is a virgin or not? Did they eat our rice?" Ning Yuan couldn't help but mutter under her breath, her voice filled with suppressed anger.
"What's wrong?" Rong Zhaonan walked over with a water glass in his hand.
Seeing Ning Yuan's angry expression and glancing at what she was holding, his eyes turned cold: "Even though things have been reformed, there are still some people who can't shake off the bad habits brought on by the Great Movement."
Ning Yuan closed her eyes and slammed the things onto the table: "But undeniably, this kind of thing is still very effective."
The early 1980s in mainland China was still an era of pure and innocent, or one could say conservative, social atmosphere.
Even after her brief separation from Rong Zhaonan, she and her husband did not hug or hold hands in public.
Decades from now, her husband's circumstances mean he'll sleep with no fewer women than her cheap older brother.
If Young Master Rong were willing, he could sleep with a different beautiful woman every day, just like the son of a certain richest man, for 365 days straight without repeating a single one.
But this young man is so naive that he decided he would marry no one but her after being kissed once by her in the countryside, which shows that people's hearts are still conservative these days.
Hongyu was eighteen years old when she had sex with Su Xueming because she wanted to get married.
But they never got married. Sleeping with another man before marriage would be considered "loose shoes," "indecent," "morally corrupt," and "shameless" in this day and age.
Now people are making a big fuss about this...
Ning Yuan rubbed her temples, feeling helpless and with a headache.
"Who exactly did Chu Hongyu offend?" Rong Zhaonan glanced at the things on the table.
A chill flashed in Ning Yuanming's bright, dark eyes: "These letters must have been from Su Xueming's family. Someone at the school colluded with Su Xueming's family to set up this simple, crude, but effective scheme."
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