Ning Yuan tightened her grip on the enamel cup.
She simply turned her face away: "Don't talk nonsense. Why would I be jealous? I'm worried that your fiancée might be jealous and misunderstand us."
Rong Zhaonan looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "What misunderstanding? We've registered our marriage. Now you're the person on my marriage certificate."
Ning Yuan's mind was in turmoil. What did she mean by saying all this?
We are clearly not a real couple at all.
Ning Yuan simply gulped down her tea in a sullen voice: "That's your business... Anyway, you just need to tell me in advance if you need to get a divorce certificate."
After saying that, she got up, grabbed a basin, and prepared to fetch water to take a bath.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her petite figure from behind, and his good mood vanished instantly.
His eyes turned cold: "You're so eager to get a divorce certificate? What, is it because someone's waiting for you to get a divorce?"
This long-haired rabbit is making a fuss about sleeping in separate beds, and can't wait to get a divorce certificate?
Is this an attempt to get him to make room for someone else?
Ning Yuan never expected that he was turning the tables on her. She turned to look at him speechlessly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't we agree to wait two years to get the divorce certificate, so that neither of us would hold the other back?"
He spoke as if she were having an affair.
Even if he were to keep a lover, what business is it of his? Doesn't he already have a fiancée?
Rong Zhaonan said coldly and sarcastically, "You said you'd wait two years, and only half a year has passed. You don't care about your reputation, but I've just returned to work, and I do!"
No one should hold anyone back? She was probably afraid that he would hold her back. Li Yan even dared to use the phrase "too good for a good match" to her face to advise her to get a divorce!
“This…” Ning Yuan bit her lip and couldn’t say anything for a moment.
Yes, unlike decades later, divorce is no longer a major event that would negatively impact people with jobs.
If his colleagues found out, they would gossip about him behind his back, calling him a heartless man who abandoned his wife in the countryside after getting his job and benefits back.
So... in other words, he has an engaged fiancée, but he can't break up or divorce her immediately.
Ning Yuan felt a little down. She said with a straight face, "I know. You decide what to do. As long as your fiancée doesn't cause trouble, I'm going to take a shower."
Ning Yuan then strode out the door and slammed it shut behind her.
A vein popped out on Rong Zhaonan's forehead as he sneered, "Short legs, but quite a temper."
Haha, she's quite decisive, always bringing up divorce.
It's as if getting a divorce certificate is as trivial as going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy soy sauce; she seems completely unconcerned about the impact of the divorce on her.
These days, which woman gets divorced so easily? Some women would rather jump off a building than get a divorce.
She's nothing like the girls you'd expect these days! Her thinking is way too open!
Rong Zhaonan grew angrier the more he thought about it. He slammed down his enamel cup and sat down at the table, his cold eyes suppressing his anger.
It's hard to say for sure. This woman might be a former spy with a questionable background, and her openness is due to the influence of Western education.
Or perhaps it was an enemy of the old man who specifically sent someone to mess with him—for example, by accusing him under the guise of being his wife.
If she were that kind of person, in the past six months, she hasn't tried to extract information from him or frame him; on the contrary, she has protected him more than once.
But her words and actions revealed a bunch of strange little clues—
The things he said unintentionally and his insights were nothing like those of an ordinary city dweller.
She tried very hard to cover up the inconsistencies in her actions and words, thinking that no one knew!
If he were so easily fooled, how could he have survived until now? What kind of "little spy" is she anyway?
It's been almost half a year, and he still hasn't figured out her background. Is it that his investigative abilities have declined, or is the 'enemy' too cunning?
Rong Zhaonan's face darkened, and a burning anger flared within him.
He poured himself another cup of tea, got up and walked to the window, put one hand in his pocket and let the winter wind blow through him to calm himself down.
Since he would absolutely not do as the old man wished and return to the capital to be used by others at will.
Having a nominal "wife" isn't bad; it's a good shield.
Rong Zhaonan took a sip of tea, his cold, star-like eyes gazing at the gloomy sky outside the window.
Now that we're outside the game, we can see exactly what all the different factions in the murky waters of Beijing are up to.
Since he had nothing better to do, he insisted on holding down that strange, long-haired rabbit and stripping her underwear completely!
Let's see who she really is!
Rong Zhaonan had found a good reason for himself, and his anger at Ning Yuan had subsided considerably.
In this moment of calm, he noticed that Little White was still wagging its tail around Chen Chen's tall figure in the yard.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes: "What, you haven't started training yet? Looks like you think the 10km weighted cross-country run is too easy?"
Chen Chen was startled and immediately cowered, shaking his head: "Reporting, Captain, no!"
He originally wanted to linger a bit longer, to see if his sister-in-law could say something nice on his behalf.
But just now my sister-in-law slammed the door and left, clearly she had a fight with the team leader, so there's no hope left.
Chen Chen could only wear a long face and, with a "whoosh," grabbed Xiao Bai's four paws and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
"Waaaah—" Little White struggled, looking completely bewildered.
The next second, after seeing Rong Zhaonan's cold gaze standing by the window, it obediently turned into a second quail and stopped moving.
Rong Zhaonan smiled as he sipped his tea, then uttered two words: "Get out."
Chen Chen carried the wolf, gave Rong Zhaonan a mournful look, and then strolled outside.
He's doing a 10-kilometer cross-country run with heavy loads in the unfamiliar Daqingshan Mountains. It would be a miracle if he could even get out of the mountains by tomorrow morning.
The silly wolf on his back only weighed about 20 pounds, but it was alive! The captain wasn't afraid of it biting anyone!
What a cruel heart!
A big man carrying a wolf wandered sadly out of the yard.
Ning Yuan was washing her face at the bathroom door when she looked up and saw this scene, and she was dumbfounded: "..."
What is this... a dinosaur carrying a wolf??
She couldn't help but look at Rong Zhaonan standing by the window.
He leaned against the window, his tall and handsome figure like a sharp sword, revealing his fair collarbone.
Their eyes met briefly, and Rong Zhaonan expressionlessly buttoned up his collar, turned around, and left.
Ning Yuan was really annoyed. If you're going to leave, just leave. Why are you buttoning your collar?
It was as if she were some shameless woman coveting him.
This guy... is getting more and more annoying!
...
Beijing
In late autumn, by a lake on the outskirts of Beijing, there are several detached houses within a heavily guarded compound.
Beside the arched window of one of the Zhongshan-style buildings stood a middle-aged man in his fifties with a stern and resolute face and a few strands of white hair at his temples.
His dark green woolen Zhongshan suit made him appear calm and serious, and his hands behind his back made him look so imposing that people dared not look him in the eye.
He had a telegram in his hand, signed by the Southwest Province.
The man suddenly asked the person behind him, "Secretary Qiu, that kid doesn't want to come back. Does he still hate his old man, me?"
Secretary Qiu, standing behind him, adjusted his glasses and said respectfully, "Old Chief, Captain Rong will understand your good intentions in the future."
Rong Wenwu frowned: "He doesn't understand anything. He didn't even send a telegram home before secretly getting married. I think he plans to stay in that mountain valley forever and never come back!"
Secretary Qiu fell silent. This was an internal conflict within the old leader's family, and even as the top confidential secretary, it was inconvenient for him to interfere.
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