Rong Zhaonan's eyes darkened: "Ning Yuan, I just..."
“You’re just being influenced by Cha Meiling and you’re jealous for no reason,” Ning Yuan interrupted him, looking at him.
Rong Zhaonan did not avoid her gaze, and suddenly chuckled softly—
"Perhaps it's because I'm jealous that Wei Heng has a different meaning for you."
He paused, then said softly, "I'm jealous of those past things related to you, jealous that they had your smiles and your care. Doesn't that make me seem like a fool?"
Although he knew that Ning Yuan didn't have those kinds of feelings for Wei Heng.
But sometimes I can't help but think that Wei Heng once said he was not suitable for Ning Yuan and would only bring her trouble.
Even if it weren't Wei Heng, but now...
His cool voice carried a hint of self-mockery: "Compared to those young masters of the Hong Kong government, I can't give you anything. I'm just a common soldier, right now..."
He recalled Ning Bing'an's image of holding Ning Yuan's arm on television, lowered his eyes, and chuckled lightly: "I can't even take off my hood and stand openly beside you."
Ning Yuan looked at him quietly, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
She put down her water glass, reached out and touched Rong Zhaonan's face, forcing him to look into her eyes.
"Rong Zhaonan, look at me." Her tone carried a hint of command.
“You are you, the one and only Rong Zhaonan, and you are my man, what is there to compare with others?” Ning Yuan said, word by word.
She looked steadily into his eyes: "You don't need to look back. You just need to know that in my future, it will always be you."
Rong Zhaonan's breath hitched as he met Ning Yuan's clear, unwavering eyes, which seemed to see right through all his dark and hidden thoughts.
He silently and awkwardly tried to look away: "..."
She reached out her uninjured hand and gently stroked the back of Rong Zhaonan's neck, preventing him from turning his head, as if soothing a restless and agitated beast.
What you can give me is something those young masters can't.
Rong Zhaonan simply looked at her with a complex and profound gaze—
"But you deserve better. They can give you everything that matches your status, while I will only bring you danger, and I can't even support my own wife..."
He was no longer the young master of the Zhou family, and she was no longer the young educated youth from the countryside who had to go to the river to set shrimp traps to fill her stomach.
He had even told her that if she stayed at home as a housewife, her salary would be enough to support her without worrying about food or clothing.
Now he realizes that what he said was a joke, and his salary can't even buy her a pair of earrings.
The man's well-defined knuckles covered the back of her hand. Years of holding a gun had created thin calluses, which only made him appear more sexy and abstinent.
Ning Yuan grasped his hand in return, her big eyes crinkling into a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'll take care of you."
She reached out and touched his chest, feeling the tension and warmth of his muscles through the camouflage, a sly smile playing on her lips—
"After all, Captain Rong is quite attractive, with a great figure and good skills. I'm very satisfied."
Rong Zhaonan: "...We're talking about serious matters."
She only dared to flirt with him like that because his teammates were all at the entrance, right? She's really bold.
Ning Yuan suddenly propped herself up, cupped his face in her hands, and looked down at him: "Seriously, you fight for the country, and as a taxpayer of this country, I support you, it's only natural!"
Rong Zhaonan was stunned: "..."
Is the lack of a taxpayer concept in mainland China a result of learning from the Hong Kong government?
but……
He took a deep breath, then chuckled softly, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. He reached back and cupped Ning Yuan's head, then lifted his head and kissed her lips.
"Taxpayers... It seems I'll be living off my wife for a long time."
The kiss carried a hint of punishment, yet it was also filled with suppressed, overwhelming emotions.
"Mmm..." Ning Yuan was caught off guard by Rong Zhaonan's sudden kiss and was somewhat taken aback.
But she paused, lowered her head and gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her bright eyes crinkling – You're welcome, Comrade Rong Zhaonan.
...
Ningjia Shallow Bay Villa
In Ning Bingyu's study, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood incense. Amidst the faint smoke, Ning Bingyu pushed a cup of aromatic black coffee in front of Rong Zhaonan.
"Anan, have a taste. These are coffee beans brought back from Brazil. They taste much better than the bland stuff from the port city."
Rong Zhaonan took the coffee but didn't drink it right away. His cool and dark gaze fell on a map of the port city spread out on the desk.
"I've already interrogated Ah Hu and Cha Meiling once. I've verified all their statements."
Rong Zhaonan's tone was indifferent and without any ripples: "Zha Shenlou is indeed still alive."
"Heh, I knew that old fox wouldn't die so easily." Ning Bingyu sneered, lighting a cigar between his fingers.
The crimson flames flickered in his deep eyes, reflecting a refined, handsome, yet cold face.
“The Aberdeen Typhoon Shelter area is a mixed bag, with thousands of fishing boats and floating communities. Ah Nan, how do you plan to find it?”
Rong Zhaonan took a sip of coffee: "That's right. Thousands of fishing boats, floating villages, a mixed bag of people, it's the perfect place to hide. I have limited manpower, and most of them are unfamiliar faces who don't speak Cantonese. If I alert them, Cha Shenlou could easily escape again."
"So, you want the Hong Kong police to help you?" Ning Bingyu raised an eyebrow.
Rong Zhaonan nodded.
"You overestimate those people in the Hong Kong government." Ning Bingyu chuckled, took a deep drag on his cigar, and exhaled a ring of smoke.
"Although the Independent Commission Against Corruption (ICAC) has been established now, and the police force is not as corrupt as it was in the 1970s, don't forget that there are still many factions within the police force, each with its own sphere of influence."
"Cha Shenlou was able to escape on the way to the mainland because there was a mole in the police force who tipped him off. I can't guarantee that the news won't leak this time."
“Then we’ll draw manpower from both the legitimate and criminal worlds, mobilizing all reliable personnel. Young Master Ning should have the ability to do that,” Rong Zhaonan said calmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt.
"Oh? You're planning to have me go and pay my respects to Guan Yu too?" Ning Bingyu raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile—
"Sun Yee On, Wo Shing, or Hung Mun? Ah Nan, can you point me in the right direction?"
“I’m just a ‘mercenary’ for the Ning family.” Rong Zhaonan put down his coffee cup.
A cold, indifferent smile curved his lips: "How to solve the problem is Young Master Ning's business. I'm only responsible for leading the people to deal with Cha Shenlou."
Ning Bingyu remained silent for a moment before stubbing out his cigar in the ashtray.
A helpless smile appeared on his handsome face: "Anan is indeed a straightforward person, I like him. Don't worry, I will naturally arrange what I am supposed to do, but..."
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