Back in her room, the first thing Ning Yuan did was lock the door from the inside, and then she buried herself in the soft bed.
The Ning family mansion exudes luxury, yet she felt no sense of relaxation; instead, she felt a strange sense of oppression.
Perhaps it's because so many unfamiliar "family members" have suddenly appeared, whose identities are hard to discern.
Perhaps it was the overwhelming amount of information she received that made her feel a little overwhelmed.
Especially regarding the intricate grudges and feuds within the Ning family, she didn't think Ning Laosan was such a boring person.
The information I shared with her today will most likely involve a struggle for inheritance and the internal division of interests.
It's fortunate that Ning Laosan was able to tell her this in a gossipy way.
This third brother should become the boss of a super gossip magazine like Next Magazine; he would definitely be able to make this industry bigger and stronger.
Ning Yuan took a hot shower, changed into a bathrobe, walked to the dressing table, picked up a comb, and began to comb her long, curly hair.
Her gaze suddenly fell on the antique Patek Philippe watch on the table.
Ning Yuan picked up the watch and gently stroked the delicate engravings on the dial. Rong Zhaonan's angular face and his deep, night-sky-like eyes came to mind.
What is he doing now?
She had only parted ways that morning, but she already missed him, and she missed her familiar friends from the mainland, as well as her grandfather and grandmother…
...
The next day, Ning Yuan woke up earlier than usual, perhaps because she was having trouble sleeping in a new bed. She hadn't slept well the night before, and her groggy state had given her a headache.
She got up and walked to the window, drew back the heavy curtains, and golden sunlight poured in.
Not far from the window was the shimmering shallow bay, a beautiful view. No wonder it was as popular as Mid-Levels. She remembered that there was a large terrace on the roof of the villa, and thought about going up to enjoy the view.
Morning light streamed through the stained glass windows, casting dappled shadows on the wooden floor.
At the corner of the corridor, a door was half open, and Ning Yuan curiously peeked inside.
The room was large, and right in front of the door stood a white grand piano that even a layman like her would find extremely beautiful and expensive, like a work of art.
"Seventh Miss, please wait. This is the Fourth Young Master's music room. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter."
Angela's voice suddenly rang out from behind, her tone tinged with displeasure.
Ning Yuan turned around and saw Angela walking out of the elevator with two Filipino maids.
"What, you don't let people see this room?" Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow. She had only glanced at it once; was it really necessary to act like she was guarding against a thief?
“There’s nothing to see!” Angela said, directing the maid to close the door.
She looked at Ning Yuan expressionlessly—
"This is the Fourth Young Master's private music room. We just opened the door to clean it. The temperature and humidity inside are usually well controlled. Except for cleaning, the Fourth Young Master does not allow anyone to enter."
Angela's tone was firm and unyielding: "Moreover, this Sterinborgh & Sons piano is a custom-made piece, worth millions. Miss Seven, you'd better not touch it casually."
Ning Yuan frowned: "First, which eye of yours saw me planning to go in and mess around? Second, although I can't play the piano, I have a piano in my room. If I really wanted to mess around, I could do it in my room."
She has never broken into someone else's room or touched their things without permission.
These people speak with such an air of superiority, even foreign workers talk like that!
"Oh, little sister, if anyone messes with your fourth brother's piano, he'll throw a tantrum. The one in your room is a toy your second aunt gave you; it's completely different."
Just then, a languid female voice broke in.
Ning Yuan turned her head and saw Ning Manfei walking towards her, wearing a silk nightgown and a mocking smile on her face.
"Of course, the piano in your room is also a Steinway, but your aunt just wanted to add something to your room. Nobody expects you to be able to play a Steinway, little sister. It doesn't matter if you break it."
Ning Manfei looked at Ning Yuan and chuckled: "Oh, I'm sorry, all the servants in our family know Sterinborgh & Sons, but little sister, you probably don't even know what Steinway is. Remember to remind your second aunt not to let you 'play the piano randomly' at the auction banquet!"
Faced with this situation from their employers, the servants, clearly well-trained, bowed their heads without changing their expressions.
Angela even looked righteous, but the mockery in their eyes was genuine.
Ning Yuan looked at Ning Manfei and raised her eyebrows slightly: "Second sister, I'm just a mainland girl who's not well-informed, but you're a real socialite from Hong Kong. I thought that even if you couldn't reach my mother's level, you should at least be on par with my sixth sister, Cha Meiling, right?"
Ning Manfei's expression changed instantly: "You..."
Ning Yuan: "What about me? No matter what Cha Meiling thinks, she has never been as sharp-tongued and sarcastic as you, as if she is afraid that others will not know that you come from a wealthy family. She has always been very proper."
Ning Yuan asked with a smile, looking eager to learn, "What, these days, even Hong Kong socialites are divided into different levels, right? So Sixth Sister's title of Hong Kong's No. 1 socialite is well-deserved, isn't it?"
Ning Manfei was so angry at Ning Yuan's direct sarcasm that her face turned ashen. She gritted her teeth and gripped her silk nightgown tightly with her fingers, which were painted with bright red nail polish, almost tearing the soft fabric.
"You...shut up! What right do you have to make comparisons here!" Ning Manfei's chest heaved violently with anger, but she couldn't find the words to refute her.
Ning Yuan is right. Although Cha Meiling is scheming, she is good at maintaining appearances and has an excellent reputation in Hong Kong's high society. She is recognized as the number one socialite.
She wasn't without jealousy, but did this northern girl even have the right to mock her?
"Oh, is Second Sister in a hurry?" Ning Yuan crossed her arms and looked at her with a half-smile.
"I'm just stating the facts, why are you getting so worked up? Did I say something wrong?"
Ning Yuan's smile vanished, her gaze sharpening as she stared at Ning Manfei—
"Second sister, I've always been curious."
"Why have you been targeting me all this time? I felt something was off about you ever since we were in mainland China. Now that I think about it, you didn't even know if I would be recognized again, and you had already started targeting me."
Ning Manfei was stunned by Ning Yuan's blunt question. She didn't expect Ning Yuan to openly break off relations with her in front of so many servants.
She immediately avoided Ning Yuan's gaze and sneered, "Me targeting you? What a joke! Why would I target a country bumpkin like you from the mainland?"
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