Ning Yuan was so angry at his words that she almost laughed. Had this man lost his mind? Mercenaries, paying bills—did he think he was filming some kind of Japanese adult film?
They were really corrupted by that scoundrel Ning Bingyu!
Outside the door, Ning Manfei continued to knock relentlessly, her sharp voice like fingernails digging into glass, sending chills down one's spine.
"You little brat from the north, you think you're all grown up now! You think you're so great just because you have your second aunt backing you up! Someone like you dares to go out with Bing'an? You come out here right now!"
Inside the room, Ning Yuan couldn't help but rub her forehead. None of the elders in the family were home tonight, and even the old man had been admitted to the hospital's convalescent ward because he wasn't feeling well. No wonder Ning Manfei dared to be so arrogant!
Ning Manfei banged on the door: "Come out here! Don't think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding in your room!"
Before Ning Yuan could come up with a solution, Ning Bingyu's cold voice came from behind Ning Manfei, tinged with sarcasm: "Little sister, I've got your back!"
Ning Manfei turned to look at Ning Bingyu. Besides Tony, he was followed by two fully armed bodyguards.
Ning Manfei froze, but still refused to admit defeat: "Brother Yu, I'm not trying to criticize you, but look at the kind of people you've brought back..."
Inside the room, Ning Yuan was pinned down by Rong Zhaonan and unable to move. Listening to Ning Manfei cursing like a shrew outside, a surge of anger rose in her heart.
She was about to get up when Rong Zhaonan grabbed her arm.
He casually lifted her robe, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin.
"What are you doing?!" Ning Yuan exclaimed, instinctively trying to pull her robe back, but he grabbed her wrist.
Rong Zhaonan ignored him, his long, slender fingers gently caressing her delicate skin.
He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her again, smiling wickedly as he said, "When did Miss Seven become so obedient, doing everything the family arranges for you?"
"Ugh..." Ning Yuan struggled for a moment, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed it above her head.
"Shh..." The dangerous yet sexy man gently pressed his index finger against her lips and said coolly, "Don't talk, let's get down to business."
He had already pounced on her and pinned her down!
...
Outside the door.
Ning Bingyu, a cigarette between his fingers, interrupted Ning Manfei: "Second sister, what's your opinion on Uncle's arrangement for Bing'an and my younger sister to attend the event?"
Ning Manfei wanted to say something more.
Ning Bingyu coldly ordered, "Someone, escort the Second Miss back to her room."
Tony then led his men toward Ning Manfei, who screamed in anger, "How dare you!"
The other servants looked at each other in bewilderment.
They all sensed the impatience flashing in Ning Bingyu's eyes, the future heir, and the cold, oppressive, and suffocating aura emanating from him.
This young master usually appears to be quite gentle and refined, and he has never been bossy towards the servants.
But no one forgot that Young Master Ning is the family heir, and he has the same temperament as the old master and the eldest master. However, as times have changed, he has become more autocratic and domineering, though he hides it under a mask of elegance.
Ning Manfei wasn't stupid; she also sensed that something was wrong with Ning Bingyu's aura.
She even noticed the bloodstains on Tony's boots that hadn't been wiped clean.
Ning Manfei suddenly remembered that when her father and eldest sister were talking, they mentioned that Ning Bingyu was so appreciated by the old master and chosen as his successor.
Besides his business acumen, he was also very talented at handling shady matters, and he was ruthless, much like the old man who had fought alongside his family during the war years.
Ning Manfei was startled by the ruthlessness in Ning Bingyu's eyes and felt a chill run down her spine.
Her heart skipped a beat, and her momentum immediately diminished.
Ning Manfei said defiantly but weakly, "I can walk by myself, you don't need to touch me!"
Tony raised an eyebrow, turned to look at Ning Bingyu, and saw him nod slightly. He then waved his hand, signaling his men to leave.
“Second Miss, please.” Tony gestured for her to enter, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm.
Ning Manfei was so angry that she trembled all over. She glared fiercely at Ning Yuan's door, then stomped away in her high heels, swaying her hips.
The room finally quieted down, and Ning Bingyu waved his hand impatiently: "Get out, all of you."
The servants, as if granted a pardon, filed out, closing the door behind them, leaving only Tony standing there.
"That guy is too much! We asked him to bring people to Repulse Bay to discuss things, and instead he came here to sleep with my sister!"
Ning Bingyu pointed to the tightly closed door, lowered his voice, but his tone was full of gritted teeth.
Tony smiled helplessly and subtly changed the subject: "Mr. Rong and Miss Seven are husband and wife. When he finished his mission and led his men to Repulse Bay, you hadn't returned yet. It's not unreasonable for him to catch up with Miss Seven. Besides..."
He paused, glancing at Ning Bingyu's expression, and continued:
“Three of our team members were injured this time, and that old fox Cha Shenlou is dead, so the mission was a failure. Mr. Rong was already holding back his anger, and now that he sees you, Young Master, arranging for Young Master Bing'an to be Miss Seven’s companion…”
Tony didn't say anything more, but Ning Bingyu already understood what he meant.
Anan is very possessive of his food; the fact that it didn't explode this time is already a big favor.
Thinking of this, Ning Bingyu couldn't help but sigh again.
He rubbed his aching stomach and said to Tony, "Never mind, go tell him I'll wait for him to come out for a midnight snack."
After saying that, he turned around and went downstairs.
Tony was silent for a moment, then walked to the door and listened for a while. There was no sound coming from inside the room, so he couldn't hear much.
So he took out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote a line of text, and slipped it under the door.
Finally, he knocked on the door and raised his voice to say something ambiguous: "Seventh Miss, the eldest young master left you a message."
After saying that, Tony went downstairs.
An hour and a half later.
Ning Bingyu was in his study, having smoked almost a whole cigar, when he heard footsteps at the door.
"Knock knock".
Ning Bingyu said in a deep voice, "Go in."
Tony opened the door.
A slender, fully armed man wearing a hood stood at the door with two equally masked team members. Even just standing there quietly, they exuded a chilling aura of killing intent.
In stark contrast, Rong Zhaonan's nonchalant demeanor resembled that of a satiated leopard.
With one hand in his pocket, he instructed, "You all wait outside."
He then went straight into the study.
The two team members immediately turned around, placed their hands on the guns at their waists, and stood at attention by the door.
Tony closed the door again.
Ning Bingyu frowned, looking at the black mask on the man's face, and raised an eyebrow: "Anan, are you planning to wear this thing all the time? Doesn't it get stuffy?"
The man walked to the sofa and sat down, his posture casual, but his tone carried an unyielding firmness.
"Yes, that's the rule. As long as we're still in Hong Kong and still Ning's 'mercenaries,' we have to wear it."
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