Rong Zhaonan exuded a chilling aura that was as sharp as a blade and filled with oppressive force.
Qin Hongxing's face paled, and her proud, straight back trembled involuntarily.
Even with her proud nature, she knew she had said the wrong thing.
She shouldn't use Uncle Rong to pressure him just because he's now back at work and even in a higher position.
After Rong Zhaonan was forced to leave the army, his relationship with his uncle Rong deteriorated to the point that they had almost no contact during holidays.
Not to mention Aunt He, the stepmother. Although everyone thinks Aunt He is gentle and kind, Nan-ge has always disliked her.
Qin Hongxing raised her chin, trying to project an air of authority: "That's not what I meant. I just think there's a misunderstanding between Uncle Rong and you. You should listen to what he has to say..."
Rong Zhaonan suddenly scoffed contemptuously, interrupting her explanation: "I was disobedient? He told me to go to the grassroots level to temper myself, that hardship could temper my will, and I was very obedient, wasn't I? Now that I haven't tempered my will enough, what am I going back for?"
The old man used the threat of disbanding the brigade to force him to leave the army and be sent to the countryside. He listened to him; he was the old man's most 'obedient' son.
Qin Hongxing stood up, forcing a smile, trying to take back what she had said: "Brother Nan..."
Rong Zhaonan had already turned his back, his hands in his pockets, and said coldly, "Alright, that's all I have to say. Our rural place can't host comrades from the capital for dinner. Go back."
Qin Hongxing's eyes flickered. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, forcibly suppressing the tears of grievance and anger that welled up in her eyes.
She said coldly, "Fine, I'll go back first, but you can't be so depraved as to be with a village woman!"
“Ning Yuan is from Ningnan City, not a village woman. Even if she were a country woman, she would still be my wife,” Rong Zhaonan said expressionlessly.
Qin Hongxing pursed her lips coldly: "Brother Nan, you've been in the countryside for too long, your brain isn't working properly... As your future wife, I'll give you time to think it over. I'll come again next time!"
So what if it's Ningnan City? In her eyes, this remote province is just the countryside.
Rong Zhaonan walked out coldly: "We have no relationship. It's better to go our separate ways. If you keep coming, my wife will misunderstand!"
"Rong Zhaonan! You've gone too far! I'm going to tell Uncle Rong how depraved you've become for a village woman!!!" Qin Hongxing finally couldn't maintain her aloof mask anymore, and tears streamed down her face.
She stomped her foot in anger and frustration, then turned and ran out the door.
The sound of motorcycles started outside the door and gradually faded away, and the voices of the villagers who had gathered around also slowly dispersed.
Rong Zhaonan, holding a teacup, looked out the back window and suddenly said, "Have you heard enough? If you have, come out."
But no one was moving at the foot of the window.
Rong Zhaonan simply walked out and looked down at the petite figure squatting on the ground: "What, haven't you heard enough yet?"
Ning Yuan looked up at him and said with emotion, "You are really cold and heartless. You don't give your childhood sweetheart, who has come from afar, any face at all."
Hey, but seeing Rong Zhaonan roast that aloof woman from Beijing like that, she felt inexplicably satisfied.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes and raised them dangerously: "You really don't give me any face either, eavesdropping on secrets and not wanting to leave. If I were still in the army, you would be arrested and shot as a spy."
Ning Yuan was startled and pointed dryly to her leg: "It's not that I don't want to give you face, it's just that my foot is numb."
Well, she was squatting down to eavesdrop on gossip without daring to move, and as a result, her legs went numb and she couldn't move. How was she supposed to walk?
Rong Zhaonan was so angry he laughed. He reached out, grabbed her slender arm, and lifted her up with a swift motion.
Ning Yuan suddenly felt a rush of blood flow through her legs, and countless needle-like numbness crept up her veins.
Her round face scrunched up like a bun, and she gasped, "Hey, slow down, it's so numb!"
Seeing her staggering and miserable face, Rong Zhaonan simply bent down, picked her up by the waist, and carried her into the house.
"What are you doing?" The feeling of weightlessness made Ning Yuan instinctively hug his neck, startled.
Rong Zhaonan carried her into the house and put her on a stool, saying coldly, "I won't eat you after all."
Ning Yuan lowered her head awkwardly. "Don't talk like that, sir. She might misunderstand."
Rong Zhaonan sat down opposite her: "No need to thank me, I'll need your help in the future."
Ning Yuan was taken aback, and looked up in confusion: "Where?"
Rong Zhaonan sneered coldly: "My old man wants me to marry Qin Hongxing. He owes me a favor, and I have to repay it. You saw it yourself..."
“You’re unwilling, but you’re engaged to her and have protected her whole family for several years, so you’ve already made amends!” Ning Yuan replied crisply.
The son has already paid for the father's debts!
She also disliked Qin Hongxing's aloof and arrogant temperament!
Rong Zhaonan looked at her and smiled meaningfully: "It seems you were listening quite carefully. What else did you hear?"
Ning Yuan turned away guiltily to pour herself some water: "I was just listening casually."
Those are all kinds of gossip from the high-class courtyards of Beijing. How could ordinary people know that? Who wouldn't be curious?
Rong Zhaonan looked at her with a serious expression, and suddenly said, "Just listen and forget about it. Don't go out and talk about it. It won't do you any good."
Looking at his expression, Ning Yuan felt a sudden pang of fear.
She nodded vigorously, making a sealing gesture over her mouth: "Understood, absolutely confidential, not even the King of Heaven himself would leak it."
but……
Given his skills, if he knew she was eavesdropping under the window, why didn't he stop her? Unless...
"You let me hear your conversation because you want me to help you reject your childhood sweetheart, Qin Hongxing?" Ning Yuan asked tentatively.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her bright eyes, her expression like that of a gossipy old woman watching a spectacle, or more like a rabbit peeking its furry head out of its burrow.
He twitched his fingertips, suppressing the strange urge to rub her head and face, and lowered his eyes: "Well, even if it weren't Qin Hongxing, my family would probably spare no effort in arranging my marriage."
Ning Yuan continued nodding: "Mmm-hmm..."
He didn't return to the capital so soon, and it seemed that his relationship with his so-called fiancée wasn't close.
She didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably much lighter, perhaps because she no longer had to be a "mistress".
Rong Zhaonan: "So, your status as my 'wife' is very useful to me now."
Ning Yuan was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then suddenly moved closer to him.
She draped her slender arm over his shoulder, looking troubled. "I understand, Comrade Rong Zhaonan, you're trying to use me, a country bumpkin, as a shield before returning to the capital, but..."
She hesitated, then leaned her soft, petite body against his shoulder, causing Rong Zhaonan's tall, slender frame to straighten involuntarily.
He spoke calmly, "What, is this task difficult?"
Ning Yuan sighed with emotion: "The task is arduous—I imagine my fragile heart will have to face the storm of 'destruction' from your powerful family and your ex-fiancée in the future, so will I get any reward?"
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes as he looked at her: "Tell me, what conditions do you want?"
Is this little spy trying to take advantage of him?
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