Ning Yuan raised an eyebrow, seemingly somewhat surprised by Ning Bing'an's frankness—
“Brother Bing’an thinks highly of me, but I don’t like playing games. Besides, I’m already married in mainland China and I don’t plan to remarry or live off two families, nor do I intend to betray my elder brother.”
Ning Bing'an chuckled and took a sip of coffee: "How can this be called playing both sides or betraying your elder brother? Since I've already helped you secure the development rights for the Maritime Building site, hasn't the cooperation already been completed? Besides..."
He paused, then said calmly, "Putting aside the fact that your husband in the mainland is in a precarious situation and most likely won't be able to return, just consider that you are currently unmarried under the Hong Kong government's regulations. How can that be considered bigamy?"
"His fate is uncertain, he may not come back?" Ning Yuan's smile vanished abruptly.
Her expression suddenly turned cold, her previously smiling eyes instantly frosted over, and her tone became sharp—
"Brother Bing'an is certainly well-informed. However, you needn't bother with my personal matters. We're still friends, so let's not treat each other as enemies."
Even Ning Bing'an was intimidated by Ning Yuan's gaze.
But he quickly regained his composure, remaining as refined and peaceful as ever, his cool and aloof demeanor making it difficult to feel anger towards him.
"Little sister, don't get agitated. I meant no harm; I was just stating the facts. Besides, getting angry isn't good for the baby."
He slowly stood up and straightened his suit: "Little sister, there's no need to rush to refuse me. You can think about it first."
After Ning Bing'an left, Ning Yuan sat alone in the room, her face so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.
Ning Bing'an's words kept echoing in her mind—"Your husband on the mainland is missing, and most likely he won't be coming back..."
These seemingly casual words were like a sharp knife, piercing Ning Yuan's heart.
She suddenly stood up, walked to the window, and pushed it open, letting the cold wind from Repulse Bay blow against her face.
The names she wanted to bury in her heart, the emotions she wanted to hide, the sorrows she refused to think about, all blew in with the sea breeze, making her eyes redden again, and she gripped the window frame tightly.
She closed her eyes tightly...
Rong Zhaonan, you bastard! You've only been gone for a few months, and someone's already eyeing me!
You're so jealous. If I really agreed to marry someone else for money, would you still be angry, would you still come and take me away...?
...
Ah Heng leaned against the window at the end of the corridor, puffing on a cigarette, looking nonchalant.
The swirling smoke blurred her pretty features, and her denim outfit made her look more like a carefree playboy.
She caught a glimpse of Ning Bing'an coming out out of the corner of her eye, immediately stubbed out her cigarette, and strode over. Just as she was about to question him, Ning Bing'an beat her to it.
"My sister is pregnant, so it's best if the people around her don't smoke." Ning Bing'an said calmly, as if he were just stating a perfectly ordinary fact.
As he spoke, he reached out and easily snatched the still-burning cigarette butt from Ah Heng's fingers, then crushed it out between his fingertips.
Ah Heng was stunned and didn't react for a moment.
This man, who looked so refined, moved so quickly that even she, a reconnaissance soldier who lived a life of constant danger, was caught off guard.
Ning Bing'an seemed oblivious to Aheng's stunned expression, and said calmly, "I'm entrusting my little sister to your care."
He patted Ah Heng on the shoulder, then turned and left.
Ah Heng remained standing there, completely bewildered.
She looked down at her shoulder, then at Ning Bing'an's retreating figure, and only two words echoed in her mind—"Damn it!"
At that moment, Chu Hongyu came out of the study on the third floor with the documents in her hand and witnessed the whole thing.
She suppressed a laugh, greeted Ning Bing'an, and politely watched him and his secretary take the elevator downstairs.
Once they were out of sight, Chu Hongyu finally couldn't help but burst out laughing—
"Ah Heng, even you have your moments of defeat! This is truly a different kind of 'scholar meets soldier,' but you, the soldier, are completely outmatched by the scholar!"
Chu Hongyu walked over to Aheng and tapped him on the shoulder with a file: "But you, a girl, why do you have to learn this bad habit of smoking from male soldiers? You're not allowed to smoke anymore! It's really bad for Xiaoning, who's pregnant!"
Ah Heng frowned, watching the elevator indicator light continue to drop, and suddenly said, "Ning Bing'an's skills are not simple."
Chu Hongyu stopped laughing and looked at her with confusion: "You mean Ning Bing'an? How is he not simple?"
Ah Heng's eyes sharpened as she recalled how easily Ning Bing'an had taken the cigarette from her hand.
"He was able to take the cigarette from my hand in an instant, which is not something an ordinary person can do. I used to be in the army, and my reaction speed was top-notch, but his move just now was so fast that I barely had time to react."
Chu Hongyu's smile gradually faded, and she began to think seriously: "Young Master's skills are not bad either. Maybe these rich young masters from Hong Kong have all trained to avoid being kidnapped."
The current Hong Kong government is an adventure paradise in the East, where opportunities, wealth, and danger coexist.
Meanwhile, in the elevator, Ning Bing'an turned to his secretary and casually instructed, "Find someone to follow Miss Seven from a distance and see what she's been doing and who she's been meeting these past few days."
The secretary nodded: "Yes."
He muttered to himself that Ning Bing'an was paying far too much attention to this northern girl. However, he was just a lowly secretary; how could he possibly fathom his boss's thoughts? If he guessed wrong, losing his job was a small matter, but losing his life was a big deal.
The elevator slowly descended. In the silent space, Ning Bing'an didn't look at him; his gaze remained fixed on the constantly changing floor numbers, his tone still indifferent.
“Today I looked at my younger sister’s belly, it looked like she was only one or two months pregnant at most, you couldn’t tell she was pregnant at all, but she’s been in Hong Kong for almost three months, this child… doesn’t look like it was conceived on the mainland.”
The secretary paused, her expression turning somewhat strange: "You mean... Miss Seven's husband went to the Hong Kong government, and died there?"
He secretly wondered if the old master, the chairman, or the eldest son had ordered the Seventh Miss's husband to be eliminated to make way for Young Master Bing'an.
Ning Bing'an gave him a cold look: "You'd better not think nonsense. The old man and the others aren't that confused."
He paused, a hint of self-deprecation in his voice: "My sister's husband is probably related to what happened at Aberdeen Pier a while ago."
Ning Zhengkun kept quiet about the matter, and the old man didn't say much either. He wasn't even allowed to stay in the study that day.
His tone became even more indifferent: "The Ning family, those who are not at the center of power, are not qualified to know too much."
He waved his hand: "Just have someone follow your little sister from a distance. Don't let her find out."
"Yes," the secretary replied, but her mind was in turmoil. What about the Aberdeen Pier incident?
Isn't that the time the Hung Hing and 14K gang clashed in the newspapers, resulting in countless deaths and injuries? What does that have to do with Miss Seven's husband?
He dared not ask any more questions and could only keep his doubts to himself.
That day, after finishing dinner, Ning Yuan slept soundly in the Ning family mansion. When she woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.
I became extremely sleepy after becoming pregnant.
She slowly changed her clothes and went downstairs. Ah Heng was flipping through a magazine, looking bored.
"Aheng, let's go, let's go to Uncle Si's shop again," Ning Yuan said to her.
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