After a day of activities, Ning Yuan returned to her room, took off her elaborate evening gown, and casually tossed it aside.
She went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over her tired body.
The bathtub was already filled with hot water, and the faint scent of lavender filled the air, making one want to relax.
Although a significant amount of money was indeed donated to Po Leung Kuk and elderly homes during the day's activities, we still had to coordinate with promotional activities.
All those fake smiles and social obligations are exhausting enough.
As a result, I ran into Ning Manfei at an event and couldn't help but make sarcastic remarks to her, as if she had stolen her treasure.
"She clearly just looked down on me a bit back in mainland China, but now I don't know what's gotten into her! There are always weirdos everywhere!"
Ning Yuan muttered something to herself, grabbed a water ladle, and poured the warm water onto her fair shoulders.
It's as if this can wash away all the fatigue.
Ning Yuan soaked in the bathtub for a full half hour before lazily getting up.
Ning Yuan felt much better after the shower. She was going to soak her feet in herbs later, so she was too lazy to wear pajamas. She simply dried herself off and changed into a comfortable silk robe.
Then, humming a cheerful Soviet tune, she went out while drying her hair.
"Katyusha stands on the steep bank, her song like the bright spring sunshine... to the soldiers on the distant frontier, to convey Katyusha's greetings..."
However, as soon as she reached the door, she stopped in her tracks, and her delicate face instantly went expressionless.
Ning Yuan took a step back, returned to the vanity mirror, and casually picked up a long, ornate, and sharp metal hairpin.
Then, as she casually tied up her long, black hair, she continued humming a Soviet tune as she walked out.
"She sings of her beloved, and she still keeps his letters... The young soldier stationed on the frontier longs for the girl far away..."
As she reached the bedside, a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, holding her tightly in their embrace.
Ning Yuan reacted extremely quickly, seemingly not frightened at all. Without hesitation, she viciously stabbed the hairpin in her hand towards the person behind her.
"Sizzle—"
The sharp hairpin sliced through the air, but stopped just centimeters from the other person's throat.
The other party was clearly prepared, easily grabbing her wrist with a wave of his hand.
Ning Yuan winced in pain and before she could react, the other person grabbed her waist and trapped her in a hard, hot embrace.
"Hmm..."
Ning Yuan struggled, but found that she couldn't budge the other person at all.
Damn! That's incredibly strong!
Ning Yuan narrowed her eyes instantly, kicked the art-themed round coffee table with flowers on it, and then, using the force, suddenly raised her head and slammed the back of her head into the other person's nose!
Rong Zhaonan had taught her that a person's nose is very fragile, but the back of the head is very hard and can shatter the nose bone of an enemy who is strangling you!
"Bang!"
With a muffled groan, the other party was clearly badly hurt by the impact.
Ning Yuan's head was buzzing from the pain, but she was stunned for a moment, then turned around abruptly, her eyes wide with disbelief.
In the dim light, a man wearing a thick black combat mask, revealing only his mouth and eyes, was covering his chin with one hand.
At the critical moment, his years of practical experience made him immediately look up, but his chin was almost dislocated from the impact.
But those deep, sharp phoenix eyes seemed to possess a captivating magic, allowing Ning Yuan to instantly recognize who it was!
"Honor..."
Just as Ning Yuan was about to speak, the man suddenly lowered his head, precisely grabbed her chin, and kissed her fiercely.
The kiss was intensely aggressive and possessive, as if it wanted to engulf her completely. Ning Yuan was caught off guard and her mind went blank.
His familiar masculine scent was mixed with a hint of gunpowder and blood, and even the faint fragrance of shower gel couldn't mask the chilling aura emanating from him.
He had clearly washed himself carefully and changed into clean clothes, but the smell still lingered, as if it came from his very bones, which was quite unsettling.
Ning Yuan struggled to push him away to speak, but he forcefully pressed the back of her head down, deepening the kiss.
His tongue pried open her pearly teeth, wantonly sweeping through her mouth and stealing her breath.
"Ugh..." Ning Yuan felt like she was suffocating. She pounded on his chest with all her might, but it was like hitting a piece of hard steel, with no effect whatsoever.
The man finally released her, but still held her tightly in his arms, spreading his long legs and sitting unscrupulously on her soft bed, as if he were holding his toy and hostage.
A man's voice, hoarse and deep, sounded in her ear: "It's been a while, Miss Ning Qi. Did you miss me?"
His low, hoarse voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue, but his seemingly indifferent eyes burned with a chilling flame.
His obsidian-like eyes were fixed on her, and his hand rudely slipped inside her clothes.
Ning Yuan blushed subconsciously and gasped for breath.
This was a man she had never seen before; he wasn't the quiet, unassuming young convict from the countryside.
She was neither the aloof beauty she was when she wore a police uniform in mainland China, nor the special forces commander she was when dealing with the Xiang brothers.
Even when he was acting recklessly in mainland China, he always maintained a sense of restraint and asceticism, with an underlying righteousness.
But at this moment, he was clearly a person, yet he was unfamiliar and wild, even crude. The strange and violent aura emanating from him made it impossible to associate him with the person from the mainland.
He doesn't look like a policeman, he looks like a ruthless bandit.
Ning Yuan's eyes flushed slightly, and she instinctively squeezed his hand: "Wait...wait a minute..."
What happened to him? Why is he here?!
Also, now is not the time to do this kind of thing!!
"Waiting for what? Is Miss Seven waiting for your third brother who isn't related to you by blood?" He chuckled lightly, then lowered his head and bit her soft earlobe.
Ning Yuan was both amused and exasperated by his sudden question. He was probably jealous because he had seen Ning Bing'an spending time with her these past two days!
Just as she was about to explain, a commotion erupted at the door, accompanied by hurried footsteps and Ning Manfei's shrill voice:
"What's going on? What are you doing so late at night!"
"Oh dear, my second young lady, please be careful not to slip and fall on the stairs!"
Ning Yuan sighed, "Well, what I feared most has come to pass."
When she was sparring with Rong Zhaonan just now, she got excited and kicked over the table, which probably alerted the servants and bodyguards outside.
The soundproofing in this villa is quite good, but the noise she made was so loud that it's normal for someone to hear it.
"Go ask her what she's doing in the room, is she tearing the house apart?" Ning Manfei's impatient voice rang out.
"Seventh Miss, are you alright?" Angela's voice rang out from outside the door.
"I'm fine, I just accidentally bumped into the table."
Ning Yuan responded, while also glaring at the man sitting on the bed who seemed completely unconcerned!
It's all his fault for climbing in through the window and launching that surprise attack!
"Bumped into the table?" Ning Manfei's sneer came from outside the door—
"Mainland girls from the north have no manners. What's with all this kicking and shoving late at night? Anyone who didn't know better would think they were here for revenge!"
While holding down the man's hand that was still groping her, Ning Yuan retorted through the door, "Because I have no manners, aren't you just asking the obvious?"
Ning Manfei choked: "..."
Even Angela, the head maid, and several servants and bodyguards standing nearby almost couldn't help but laugh.
Ning Yuan looked at Rong Zhaonan and reached out to push the man's face away, but he didn't budge: "Could you let go of me first..."
If Ning Manfei were to see a man in her room, her "improper" behavior would make the headlines of the Hong Kong government's entertainment section tomorrow!
Before she could finish speaking, the man grabbed her hand that was pressed against his lips.
“No, Young Master Ning will take care of them.” He lowered his head, turned around and pressed her down, his voice cold and husky: “I am a mercenary he hired. It’s only natural that he would use his own sister to pay for it.”
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