She had the nerve to say she didn't want to make things difficult for him and that her demands weren't high, yet she immediately asked him to find several bodyguards of Chen Chen's caliber.
This Angora rabbit has short legs, but it has a very big mouth!
Rong Zhaonan snorted coldly.
"Hey, hey, hey—just talk, why are you hitting me? My face is getting pinched so hard it's going to get chubby!" Ning Yuan was so angry that she almost cried when he pinched her cheeks.
She had a round, rosy face since she was a child, and everyone loved to pinch her cheeks. But as she got older, her jawline started to widen.
She firmly believed that this was because she had been pinched too many times, and that she would never forgive anyone who pinched her face in her entire life!
Rong Zhaonan felt inexplicably relieved as he watched her angrily grab his wrist.
This short-legged rabbit keeps saying he's gone or that he's gone back to the capital, as if it can't wait for him to leave. Who is it planning to make room for?
Ha, is he so easily manipulated?
Ning Yuan struggled fiercely, using both her hands and feet, and even tried to grab Rong Zhaonan's handsome face to force him to let go of her—
"I thought he was a simpleton, but I never knew he was so skilled. What will I do if you're gone, and I don't know any other people who are good at fighting?"
The man surnamed Rong stopped wearing glasses and returned to work. It was as if a seal had been broken; he was no longer gloomy or taciturn, but began to be arrogant and outspoken!
Ugh, this is so annoying! The old stuffy, sullen look was much better!
Rong Zhaonan almost got caught in her eyes, and when he heard her start emphasizing again that the other person was gone, he was so angry that his teeth itched.
He simply released his grip on her cheeks, grabbed her wrist without hesitation, and with a swift movement of his long leg, slammed her onto the table like a turtle flipping over.
Rong Zhaonan lowered his head, giving the girl beneath him, who was slumped like a turtle, a dangerous glare: "Can't you wish me well for once? Even if I'm not by your side, I'm still on your household registration. If I'm gone, you'll be a widow!!"
Ning Yuan's face wasn't hurting as much anymore, but she was pinned down and couldn't move. She forced a smile and said, "That's not what I meant! Are you going to help me find someone or not? If you're not going to, don't agree so readily!"
It's infuriating! My fighting skills are far inferior to theirs, and I can't even retaliate effectively!
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes: "You really are a born businessman, you never suffer a loss!"
Ning Yuan tried to secretly kick his shin: "Didn't you say I could make demands? Without a shrewd businessman like me, who would support you? You're always getting harassed and bullied at home, who's going to protect you!"
They say we should never forget the well-digger when we drink water, but he's different. Now that he has plenty of water, he starts bullying the well-digger.
Rong Zhaonan's expression suddenly turned a little off. He frowned and said coldly, "Stop being so stubborn! You're not a maggot, why are you so stubborn!"
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes and continued wriggling beneath him: "Let me go! I'm a maggot, what are you? The male fly on my household registration page?!"
Where there is oppression, there is resistance; she wouldn't tolerate him!
Rong Zhaonan tried to hold back, but he couldn't!
He grabbed her slender waist to stop her from moving, his eyes reddening as he growled in a low voice, "I told you, I'm making you act awkward!"
Ning Yuan froze, because she finally, possibly, probably understood why he hadn't let her twist.
Suddenly, a knife appeared on someone's body and was pressed against her waist.
Having been through it all, she knew exactly what it meant to be bluntly confronted, and her expression instantly stiffened.
The next second, Rong Zhaonan suddenly stood up, turned around and went to the window, his voice clear and hoarse: "Alright, I'll keep my promise to you. I'll find someone for you in a few days!"
Ning Yuan quickly sat up from the table and pretended to tidy her hair: "Um, no rush, no rush."
It's overwhelming—awkward, tsk, this young man's temper is too hot!
She jumped off the table, quickly got up and headed towards the door: "Um, I'll go get a bowl and get ready to eat."
"..." Rong Zhaonan stood by the window, without turning around or saying a word.
The setting sun cast a captivating and alluring glow upon his aloof silhouette.
Ning Yuan didn't dare to look any longer, pretending nothing had happened, and ran to the backyard with lightning speed.
Rong Zhaonan rested his hand on the window, watching the fiery sunset, and squinted his eyes. He wanted to smoke again.
Cigarettes are addictive, and anything addictive is bad.
Like that suspicious-looking short-legged, long-haired rabbit...
Ning Yuan dawdled for at least half an hour, estimating that he had calmed down and was ready to serve, before slowly setting the dishes on the table.
Rong Zhaonan had already cooked the meal; it only needed to be heated slightly on the earthen stove before it was ready to eat.
The two tacitly avoided mentioning what had happened before and simply ate their meal in silence.
After finishing the meal, Ning Yuan took the initiative to clear the dishes—it was an agreement that whoever cooked would wash the dishes.
Rong Zhaonan went to boil water early; he was actually a bit of a germaphobe.
But whether he was in the army or in the countryside, there was never a time when he could indulge in his "germaphobia," so he just put up with it.
Now that conditions are better, he naturally can't stand it anymore. Even in the freezing cold, he takes a shower every day, more often than Ning Yuan.
However, Rong Zhaonan usually goes to the back mountain for exercise after dinner, and he will first help Ning Yuan boil water.
After Ning Yuan finished washing up, she would boil water for him while reading, so that they could save time for each other, which was also a testament to their tacit understanding during their half-year of being roommates.
It was too cold, so she didn't sweat. She only washed herself every two days, washing her face, feet, and genitals, and changing into new underwear.
Ning Yuan had just finished soaking her feet and boiled water, intending to gather her change of clothes, when she heard Grandma Xia's voice from outside the door: "You brat, are you home?"
Ning Yuan put down the washbasin and hurried out: "Grandma, why are you here at this hour?"
Grandma Xia glanced at her room and patted the little white dog whimpering at her: "At this hour, shouldn't the brat have gone up the mountain for some exercise?"
"Would you like to come in and sit down?" Ning Yuan understood that Granny Xia had come to talk to her while Rong Zhaonan was away.
Grandma Xia waved her hand and said, "I won't go in. I just want to say a few words to you."
She paused for a moment: "Nan's family background is extraordinary. His father is the kind of person who can be on the front page of the newspaper, but he is a man of his own mind. Even his father can't control him, so don't be afraid."
As she spoke, a contemptuous expression appeared on her gaunt face: "Those girls in Kyoto, their families have been peasants for three generations, living off their fathers' achievements, really acting like pampered young ladies, ignoring the grassroots. Bah!!"
Ning Yuan wholeheartedly agreed; Qin Hongxing and his group were nothing compared to the true lady of a prestigious family, Grandma Xia.
The old lady came to comfort her because she was afraid she would be wronged.
After all, it's quite rare for a cold beauty from the capital to come to see her ex-fiancé in a carriage; this matter is bound to become known throughout the village.
She felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, "Don't worry, Grandma, I wasn't bullied. She didn't have time to talk to me. Zhao Nan shut her up."
Grandma Xia then snorted coldly, "I knew it! That boy Nan wouldn't be interested in such superficial things. Don't worry, you two are legally married. After you get into university, give him a big, healthy son, and his father won't even acknowledge his grandson!"
She's the kind of person who dares to criticize her brat, even though she's the only one who can criticize her!
Ning Yuan couldn't very well say that her marriage with Rong Zhaonan was a sham, so she just gave a dry laugh and said, "We'll see."
She chatted with Grandma Xia for a while longer, and then heard a noise coming from the bathroom. She guessed that Rong Zhaonan had returned, but didn't think much of it.
After sending Xiaobai back to the house with Grandma Xia, Ning Yuan turned around and went back to her room.
As soon as she entered the room, she saw Rong Zhaonan standing by the table, wearing an old pair of military green pants and a white shirt that she had just bought for him, which was open on his upper body.
He had just washed his hair, and was drying it with a towel in one hand. Water droplets slid down his fair, slender neck, down to his well-defined, firm chest and narrow waist.
Ning Yuan quickly looked away; tsk, she really couldn't stand this.
"Are we going to sleep in separate beds tonight?" Rong Zhaonan asked casually, glancing at the bed as he dried his hair.
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