Before Ning Yuan could speak, Rong Zhaonan suddenly looked at her smooth arm through his sunglasses, especially her left arm which was pressed against Ning Bing'an.
His tone remained indifferent: "Seventh Miss, it's freezing cold, aren't you cold dressed so lightly?"
Ning Yuan: "...Cold."
Brother, if you hadn't insisted on squeezing to the back, I wouldn't have needed to sit next to Ning Bing'an! Wake up!
Ning Bing'an's icy voice interrupted: "What the master wears is none of your business as a security guard. Besides, didn't you see that Miss is holding a mink coat?"
He paused, then said coldly, "It seems this security expert isn't very good at judging things. I don't know how you managed to hire such an unprofessional person."
Rong Zhaonan's voice was mocking: "Young Master Bing'an has already tested my skills. You should know very well whether I'm professional or not."
Ning Yuan: "..."
The temperature inside the carriage seemed to drop several degrees, and Ning Yuan felt as if her breath was about to freeze.
She wanted to jump out of the car. Who said she could hold the line?!
These two are both incredibly difficult to deal with!
Ning Yuan, unable to bear it any longer, growled, wrapped the mink coat around herself, and said through gritted teeth, "Shut up! It's too noisy!"
While she was getting dressed, she reached out and pinched Rong Zhaonan's waist hard, signaling him to tone it down.
Before she could retract her hand, Rong Zhaonan grabbed it, interlocking their fingers and holding it firmly in his palm.
The man's long, slender hands, gloved with thin leather, rubbed his fingertips against her delicate palms, sending a tingling, electric current through her heart.
Ning Yuan blushed instantly and froze on the spot—this guy!
Rong Zhaonan didn't look at Ning Yuan, and unlike his actions, his tone remained indifferent: "Seventh Miss, put on your clothes, don't catch a cold."
Ning Bing'an listened to him and didn't bother arguing with Rong Zhaonan. He said coldly in Cantonese, "Minding your own business and interfering with your customers is really absurd."
After saying that, he turned to look out the window and stopped talking, as if he wanted to avoid seeing it altogether.
Ning Yuan immediately seized the opportunity to glare at Rong Zhaonan, using her eyes to accuse him of his despicable behavior.
Rong Zhaonan then released his grip, sat up straight with a blank expression, as if nothing had happened.
Finally arriving at the venue, the car slowly came to a stop. Ning Yuan let out a soft breath, finally escaping from the suffocating car.
Rong Zhaonan got out of the car first, then naturally extended his hand to her. Ning Yuan glanced at his slender hand, then at Ning Bing'an, whose face was gloomy beside him, and finally took his hand.
Anyway, Rong Zhaonan is her bodyguard, so what's wrong with that?
Ning Yuan used his strength to get out of the car, gracefully pulled her hand back, gave him a "polite" smile, but actually glared at him secretly: "Thank you."
Ning Bing'an glanced coldly at their clasped hands, said nothing, and got out of the car.
Soon after, Tony's car arrived. He quickly walked to Ning Bing'an's side and asked in a low voice, "Young Master Bing'an, are you alright? Did anything happen on the way?"
Tony breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the man's hands and feet were intact.
"What could possibly happen? Would he dare to take my hand apart again?" Ning Bing'an said calmly and indifferently.
Then, he looked at Tony and frowned: "What about you? Why did you come along too? Weren't you supposed to be with Big Brother?"
Tony was Ning Bingyu's confidant, one could even say he was a loyal follower.
Tony cleared his throat and recited his prepared explanation: "The villa's security system has recently been upgraded, and the personnel deployment has also been adjusted. It was all designed by British security experts to ensure everyone's safety..."
"So, security upgrades mean you all have to change into this outfit?" Ning Bing'an sneered, watching several Ning family bodyguards get out of Tony's car, all wearing sunglasses and masks.
Tony felt helpless, but he still maintained a professional smile: "Yes, it was all planned by British experts, and the staff's attire has also been completely upgraded."
"Wearing sunglasses and a mask at night is considered an upgrade? If the kidnappers dressed like that, would we still be able to tell them apart? What kind of expert is this, a prank expert?" Ning Bing'an mocked.
Tony didn't refute it, he could only smile.
Young Master Bing'an rarely shows his emotions so openly; he must have been really angered by Mr. Rong.
Fortunately, Rong Zhaonan only brought one person with him; the rest were his men. That way, if anything happened, Ning Bing'an wouldn't... well, that's too tragic.
Ning Bing'an didn't continue to mock Tony, after all, Tony was Ning Bingyu's man.
Compared to his own powerless adopted son, Ning Bingyu was the most influential heir to the Ning family business. Even though Tony was Ning Bingyu's confidant, he had to give him face.
He walked into the banquet hall expressionlessly.
Taking advantage of this moment, Ning Yuan walked towards the banquet hall entrance while lowering her voice to ask Rong Zhaonan, "Big brother, what exactly are you going to do!"
Rong Zhaonan followed her casually with his hands in his pockets, and said coolly, "Being your bodyguard, Miss Seven? Don't be so nervous, I'm not going to eat you."
Ning Yuan was a little anxious, so she quickly said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:
"Big brother, I have to dance at least two dances tonight. The first is with Director Erwin, and the second is with, um, Ning Bing'an. Then my feet will start to hurt, and I won't be able to dance with anyone else. Let's leave in a bit, okay?"
She stared at Rong Zhaonan's expression, afraid that he would explode at any moment.
To everyone's surprise, Rong Zhaonan just stared at her expressionlessly for a while before suddenly saying, "Seventh Miss, I'm not your eldest brother. You have enough brothers already, there's no need to acknowledge another one."
Ning Yuan: "..."
This man's ability to be sarcastic and unsettling is getting better and better!
Rong Zhaonan's eyes, which always carried a coldness, appeared exceptionally deep and dark behind his sunglasses. He lowered his gaze and said indifferently, "Go ahead."
Ning Yuan's eyes widened: "Huh?"
You agreed so easily? Was it that sudden? Isn't this a rather dramatic emotional shift?
Before she could recover from her shock, Ning Bing'an had already walked over.
"Little sister, we're about to enter. Director Erwin is waiting for us."
His refined features carried a hint of coldness. He didn't glance at Rong Zhaonan, but simply nodded slightly to Ning Yuan, then extended his arm, gesturing for her to take his arm.
Seeing this, Tony immediately moved closer to Rong Zhaonan, stood up straight, and subtly blocked Rong Zhaonan's view.
“Mr. Rong, you see, we all have our own tasks…” Tony lowered his voice and gestured to Rong Zhaonan with his eyes to calm down.
He was terrified that this guy would try to take Ning Bing'an's arm, which would be disastrous.
Ning Yuan glanced at Rong Zhaonan subconsciously, only to see him standing motionless, unresponsive...
She had no choice but to suppress her doubts, gently place her hand on Ning Bing'an's arm, and walk into the banquet hall with him.
Watching Ning Yuan and Ning Bing'an walk into the brightly lit and magnificent venue, they were greeted and exchanged pleasantries with everyone, accompanied by melodious music.
The man in front of him didn't make any move, and Tony finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Hong Kong government Commissioner Irwin, one of the initiators of tonight's charity dinner, had brown hair styled in a slicked-back look and appeared to be in his fifties.
Upon seeing Ning Bing'an and Ning Yuan, he immediately greeted them with a smile.
"Mr. Ning, Ms. Ning, welcome, welcome!" Director Erwin, speaking fluent English, shook hands with Ning Bing'an and exchanged a few pleasantries.
Then, after Ning Bing'an introduced them, he turned to Ning Yuan and gave her a gentlemanly kiss on the hand, saying, "Beautiful Miss Ning, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Ning Yuan smiled politely and replied in English, "Director, you flatter me. I am also honored to attend tonight's charity gala."
"Haha, Miss Ning, you're too kind. May I dance with you?" Director Erwin laughed heartily.
Ning Yuan glanced discreetly at Rong Zhaonan and Tony, who had led people into the venue and were now standing against the wall like bodyguards.
She smiled and said, "Of course, but I twisted my ankle yesterday, so I probably didn't jump well."
She just hoped that Xiao Ai would behave for two more songs and not get angry, anything was fine with her!
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