Ning Bingyu naturally understood the meaning behind Rong Zhaonan's words. He helplessly rubbed his temples, trying to appease this troublesome man.
“Anan, I know you don’t like Bing’an, but we really can’t get away with what’s going on tonight… We still need Director Erwin to handle things.”
Rong Zhaonan walked towards the door with a cool smile: "YES SIR! Don't worry, young master, I just want to see what kind of charm that young master Bing'an has. I will protect you and the young lady well."
After saying that, Rong Zhaonan ignored Ning Bingyu, who was speechless, and turned to walk out of the study.
The study door was slammed shut, causing the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists on the walls to shake.
Ning Bingyu rubbed his temples helplessly. Every word Rong Zhaonan said was like a nail driven into his mind, yet he couldn't retaliate.
Would he really offend this man for Ning Bing'an's sake?
"Tony!" Ning Bingyu irritably loosened his tie and called out towards the door.
Tony, dressed in a black suit, quickly appeared at the door, his face stern: "Young Master, what are your orders?"
"Go, keep an eye on Rong Zhaonan!" Ning Bingyu rubbed his temples.
His tone carried a lingering weariness: "Don't let him clash with Bing'an. If they really fight, even ten Ning Bing'ans wouldn't be enough for him to handle."
Tony frowned slightly: "Young Master, Mr. Rong is not a man without sense. Tonight you are going to meet with the 14K and Sun Yee On people. Uncle Qiang from the Hung Society is not here, so I have to protect you closely!"
Ning Bingyu waved his hand impatiently: "Those are all seasoned veterans. They know the principle of making money through harmony. What can they do to me? Besides, this isn't the first time I've dealt with them. Is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"
“Even if gang members kill without blinking an eye, they value face and loyalty the most, and they have principles. On the contrary, these so-called righteous people are the most unpredictable and the most difficult to deal with.”
Those British were arrogant and conceited, and the "guests" from the mainland already disliked them.
Ning Bingyu said impatiently, "You go and keep a close eye on Rong Zhaonan, don't let him cause any trouble!"
If things really get out of hand at the banquet, then even a god couldn't save them.
Tony had no choice but to nod in agreement: "Yes, young master, I will arrange for people to protect your safety."
After saying that, he turned and left the study to make arrangements for the staff.
...
When Ning Yuan received Angela's notification about tonight's dinner, she frowned slightly.
The building under construction is still under lockdown, and apart from Rong Zhaonan coming to her, she has no way to contact him.
Thinking of this, Ning Yuan picked up the phone and dialed Ning Bingyu's number.
"Brother, please tell Anan about the banquet tonight. I'll try to come back as soon as possible."
On the other end of the phone, Ning Bingyu was silent for a moment before saying calmly, "Rong Zhaonan is coming to pick you up. Tonight, he will be your and Ning Bing'an's bodyguards."
Ning Yuan was speechless for a moment: "Young Master, you want him to be a bodyguard? Are you out of your mind? Aren't you afraid he'll clash with Ning Bing'an?!"
She knew Rong Zhaonan's personality all too well; that guy was practically a walking jealous pot.
Last time, she dislocated Ning Bing'an's wrist just because he helped her tie her shoelaces.
But when attending a social dinner, as a female companion, it's inevitable to hold the male companion's arm. Would her jealous husband find an excuse to dislocate Ning Bing'an's arm?
Ning Bingyu's voice sounded somewhat gritted and gloating: "You think I want him to go? I can't stop him. You'd better watch out. That's your man!"
"What nonsense are you spouting, you pink sausage..." Ning Yuan was practically going crazy.
Ning Bingyu offered another perfunctory reassurance: "Little sister, your big brother believes you can handle things. Tonight I've arranged for those gang leaders to pay respects to Guan Yu (a legendary figure associated with gangs), and they won't be easy to deal with. Tonight, I'm counting on you to keep things in order!"
Ning Bingyu hung up the phone before she could finish speaking.
Beep beep beep—
Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Ning Yuan couldn't help but roll her eyes. This guy is just unreliable!
Expecting her to "keep things in check"? Does Brother Pink Sausage have some misunderstanding about what "keeping things in check" means?
Ning Yuan rubbed her temples, finally sighed resignedly, and hung up the phone.
Since we can't avoid it, we can only deal with it as it comes.
Her mother, Madam Ning, flew to France a couple of days ago for an event and hasn't returned yet. Otherwise, her mother could keep an eye on Rong Zhaonan and prevent that jealous woman from following him.
At that moment, Angela suddenly knocked on the door, after Ning Yuan gave her permission.
She entered in single file, accompanied by a line of servants.
Each person held an exquisite and gorgeous dress in their hands, with all sorts of styles and colors, dazzling the eyes.
“Seventh Miss, these are evening gowns specially prepared for you by Young Master Bing’an. Please choose one,” Angela said respectfully, with a professional smile on her face.
Ning Yuan glanced at it, her delicate brows furrowing slightly.
"Angela, please take away all the low-cut, backless, and waist-high slit dresses for me." She pointed to some of the clothes.
Angela paused for a moment, then said somewhat awkwardly, "But Miss Seven, these are all the latest styles from major brands. Look at this black sequined Versace dress, and this one... they're all the most fashionable styles."
Seeing Angela's troubled expression, Ning Yuan decided to take matters into her own hands.
Before long, she finally chose a Dior 1960s retro-style high-necked sleeveless fitted waist ball gown from the pile of fancy dresses.
The elegant off-white color accentuated her fair skin. The high-neck design concealed her slender neck, revealing only her shapely arms, creating a look that was both conservative and stylish.
"Seventh Miss, isn't this... a bit too old-fashioned?" Angela hesitated before speaking.
"This isn't old-fashioned, it's elegant. This is the one." Ning Yuan looked at herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.
She knew that the Hong Kong economy was doing very well, and that women preferred avant-garde, sexy, and daring clothing.
These "new-age women" love high shoulder pads and super short skirts, wanting to wear as little as possible to show off their curves.
Being sexy, avant-garde, and bold isn't bad, but today's situation is special.
Although Rong Zhaonan lived in England before she was thirteen, she heard from her mother that Aunt Zhou had raised her to be a gentleman in the old days.
Not to mention that even after his values were fully formed during adolescence, he still lived in the conservative mainland of the 1980s.
Telling him about freedom of dress is only appropriate when she doesn't have a male companion.
Even if that handsome guy can't win an argument with her, he'll probably feel wronged again, just like a few days ago, and might even resort to sarcasm and teasing.
He's not the type to bottle up his grievances and hold a grudge, so... Ning Bing'an will have to be the scapegoat.
Ning Bing'an hadn't offended her either.
To put it bluntly, we are all "colleagues" who cooperate to do things for various reasons, so there is no need for us to harm each other at the "lower levels".
Angela ultimately dared not say anything; she had experienced firsthand how formidable this seventh young lady was.
...
Ning Yuan finished tying her hair and went downstairs. She saw Ning Bing'an standing there in a crisp, gray-blue Zhongshan suit, quietly looking out the window like a bamboo shoot, waiting for her to come downstairs.
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