The moonlight streamed in through the French windows, casting a soft glow on Ning Bing'an, making him appear even more handsome and refined.
Hearing the sound of high heels, Ning Bing'an looked up and saw Ning Yuan walking down gracefully.
Her long, wavy hair was tied up with a pearl hair clip, with a few strands hanging down by her ears. She wore a retro-style off-white high-necked sleeveless dress with a fitted waist and a pearl-embellished Dior belt around her waist.
With long eyelashes, big eyes, a pretty nose, and red lips, she is completely different from the current vibrant and unrestrained Hong Kong style.
She looked like a limited-edition, haute couture, elegant lady doll bearing the Dior label.
Ning Bing'an paused for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Seventh Sister looks stunning and special today."
Ning Yuan, carrying her small bag, smiled politely at him: "Brother Bing'an is still very stylish."
"Let's go, the car is waiting outside," Ning Bing'an said, gentlemanly extending his hand to help Ning Yuan with her bag.
Ning Yuan took a small step back, avoiding his hand, and said with a smile, "No need, I can carry it myself, it's not very heavy."
For everyone's safety's sake, it's best to avoid suspicion at times like this. Who knows where that elusive jealous person might be hiding?
Especially since Mr. Vinegar is also a bodyguard today.
Ning Bing'an's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes darkening almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure.
He acted as if nothing had happened, simply giving a faint "hmm" before turning and walking out first.
The two walked out one after the other. A black Bentley was parked in front of the door. When the servant saw them come out, he quickly opened the car door.
Ning Yuan looked around in confusion but didn't see Rong Zhaonan. Was the jealous guy waiting for her at the venue?
Ning Bing'an gentlemanly gestured for Ning Yuan to get into the car first. Ning Yuan did not refuse, nodded slightly, and bent down to sit in the car.
But just as she got in and was about to close the door, she heard Ning Bing'an ask the driver warily, "Where's Uncle Chen? Why are you driving?"
Ning Yuan then noticed that the tall man driving the car was dressed in black clothes, black sunglasses, and a mask, making it impossible to see his face. It was very strange.
Before the driver could answer, the car door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a long, strong hand was placed on the door.
The man was also dressed in black, wearing sunglasses and a mask. He sat down silently, bending over and sitting close to Ning Yuan.
He exuded an undeniable sense of oppression.
"Drive." The man's voice was indifferent, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.
The driver didn't seem surprised by his appearance and immediately started the car. The black sedan sped away like an arrow.
The man turned slightly to the side, but remained cold and aloof, as if speaking to a subordinate: "Today, Ah Chen and I are responsible for protecting Miss Seven and Mr. Ning's safety."
Although his face was hidden by a mask, Ning Yuan recognized him instantly just by looking at his exposed eyes. It was either Xiao Ai or a ghost!
She knew the jealous guy wouldn't give up so easily. He appeared without a word, wrapped up like a dumpling, making it look like he was there to kidnap her.
"This... there's no need to be so nervous. I'm just going to a banquet." Ning Yuan's eyes twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but rub her temples.
"Better safe than sorry," the man said, his tone still indifferent.
Ning Bing'an was clearly also suspicious. He subtly sized up Rong Zhaonan and the driver: "No one informed me that the bodyguards and driver had been changed. Who arranged this for you?"
Rong Zhaonan said indifferently, "Since Cha Shenlou has fled, this is a critical time. The entire Ning family has strengthened security measures. President Ning Bingyu specifically instructed that during this period, I will be in full charge of the safety of all Ning family members."
Ning Bing'an frowned: "Since you're a bodyguard, you should sit in the passenger seat. That's the rule. How can a bodyguard and the host squeeze into the back seat together?"
Rong Zhaonan remained calm and composed, stating matter-of-factly: "In the field of security, I am the rule."
Upon hearing this, Ning Bing'an suddenly remembered something, his gaze sweeping over Rong Zhaonan, his eyes turning icy.
He had clearly felt the innate sense of oppression emanating from Rong Zhaonan in some other people.
Especially those eyes... deep as ink, indifferent yet revealing a ruthless edge that sends chills down your spine.
“I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before,” Ning Bing’an said coldly, scrutinizing him.
Rong Zhaonan merely curled the corner of his lips beneath his mask slightly, his tone calm and unwavering: "Young Master Ning Bing'an, you must have a bad memory. Is your hand healed?"
Ning Bing'an instantly remembered the security guard who had shaken his hand on the stairs that day, but had dislocated his wrist!
He would never forget that ruthlessness, those eyes that seemed to see through everything.
His face instantly darkened, and he looked at Rong Zhaonan with icy eyes, saying each word clearly, "It's you again!"
Rong Zhaonan's tone was somewhat nonchalant: "It's me. I'm sorry for hurting you last time, young master. I will definitely make it up to you this time and will protect you well."
The atmosphere inside the carriage instantly plummeted to freezing point, thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Anger flashed in Ning Bing'an's eyes; even a fool could hear the provocation in the other party's words.
He said expressionlessly, "Then I'll have to trouble this clueless bodyguard. I hope your skills are as sharp as your tongue."
Rong Zhaonan chuckled lightly: "Don't worry, you'll definitely experience it."
The atmosphere in the carriage was tense once again. Ning Yuan, sitting between the two men, felt like a sandwich filling, as if she could be crushed by the tense atmosphere at any moment.
Ning Yuan wanted to ask the heavens in utter silence, slap her thigh and curse—what a disaster!
How did I end up in this predicament, caught between two men, feeling like I'm sitting on pins and needles?
She had to maintain an elegant and proper smile, pretending to admire the night view outside the window, trying to smooth things over, "The stars are so many and so bright tonight..."
Before she could finish speaking, Rong Zhaonan coldly interrupted her: "It's cloudy today, so you can't see the stars."
Ning Yuan subconsciously followed Rong Zhaonan's gaze to the window, only to see that the sky outside was pitch black, with no stars in sight and not even a moon.
"Seventh Miss, your eyesight has been poor lately. You're mistaking everything, whether it smells good or bad, for stars and the moon?" Rong Zhaonan added expressionlessly.
Ning Yuan gritted her teeth! Why is this person making veiled accusations?!
What sins did I commit in my past life to deserve being stuck here suffering because of you two? It's so hard to earn money and so hard to get by!
It's all Ning Bingyu's fault!
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