Chu Hongyu was taken aback: "What if the other party really has no weakness?"
Ning Bingyu smiled and said with a smile, "Then let's create a weakness."
Chu Hongyu's heart skipped a beat, and a chill ran up from the soles of her feet.
So... was Mr. Luo's "degeneration" in Macau a coincidence, or a "weakness" he deliberately created?
Beneath this handsome and elegant exterior lies unfathomable cunning and ruthlessness; he is truly a formidable character.
Fortunately... he and I are not enemies.
Ning Bingyu seemed to sense Chu Hongyu's alarm and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about?"
Chu Hongyu lowered her long eyelashes, concealing the complex emotions in her heart: "It's nothing..."
She suddenly realized that her understanding of Ning Bingyu was perhaps only the tip of the iceberg.
At this moment, the waiter brought over the hangover soup. Ning Bingyu casually handed the soup to Chu Hongyu: "Wake up. You just drank a lot of mixed liquor. Mixed liquor is the easiest to get drunk on."
Chu Hongyu took the hangover soup and sipped it slowly, the rising steam blurring her delicate features: "Thank you, young master."
Actually, she's different from Ning Yuan's group, who gets drunk after just two ounces of beer. She inherited her mother's ability to drink; she's naturally a heavy drinker.
Ning Yuan once said that no one would have guessed that the biggest drinker in the dorm wasn't a tough girl from Northeast China, but a pampered young lady from Shanghai...
Chu Hongyu suddenly raised her fox-like eyes and looked at Ning Bingyu earnestly, asking, "Young Master, can I learn something from you?"
Ning Bingyu looked at her, raising one of his eyebrows: "That's a redundant question. Aren't you learning from me right now? You're around me every day, being constantly exposed to what you're learning. How could you not be learning something?"
Chu Hongyu paused for a moment, put down the soup bowl in her hand, and spoke earnestly—
“Disciples are divided into closed-door disciples and ordinary disciples. Young master, I will only stay in the Hong Kong government for a few years. At most, I will graduate with a master’s degree from the University of Hong Kong and then I will return to the mainland. The pace of opening up is so fast, I want to learn more and faster.”
Ning Bingyu looked at her with a half-smile and said coolly, "You wish! What 'tuition' can you afford? Why should I teach you? You think you can morally blackmail me just because you're a penniless pauper? But what can I do if I have no morals?"
Chu Hongyu couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly, suppressing the urge to punch him.
This man is really... annoying!
Every time I feel a liking for him, he can make me fall for him the moment he opens his mouth!
It can anger the dead back to life, and the living to death!
She was about to argue that she had indeed helped him manage his projects in Shanghai when she caught a glimpse of someone sneakily taking pictures not far behind Ning Bingyu.
Immediately afterwards, a woman in a fiery red tight-fitting dress swayed her slender waist and walked towards them in high heels with a charming and alluring manner.
In a flash, Chu Hongyu suddenly reached out and hugged Ning Bingyu's waist, tilting her head back to press her lips to his chin.
With a "click," the flash went off, and from the angle behind Ning Bingyu, it looked like the two were kissing.
Chu Hongyu leaned close to Ning Bingyu's ear and whispered, "Someone is taking pictures of us, and a woman has come looking for us."
Ning Bingyu stiffened slightly, then naturally wrapped his arms around her slender waist, his fingertips lightly caressing her waist, his voice low and teasing: "Throwing yourself into my arms doesn't count as 'tuition'."
Chu Hongyu glared at him angrily, then simply clung to him, whispering affectionately in his ear through gritted teeth, "Young Master Ning, you know perfectly well that I'm just doing my duty!"
Didn't he say that if you encounter paparazzi, you should pretend to be close to them?
Ning Bingyu remained noncommittal, only letting out a meaningful "Oh," the last syllable rising slightly with a hint of amusement.
The beautiful woman in the red dress and short hair walked closer and saw the two's intimate actions; her face instantly turned ashen.
She coughed loudly, trying to get their attention.
But Ning Bingyu and Chu Hongyu seemed not to hear, and continued to maintain their intimate posture.
He tightened his grip on her waist, and the two were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath, their warm breaths mingling together.
Chu Hongyu could even feel the heat from his chest cavity, which was clearly transmitted to her chest.
She tilted her head slightly, meeting his deep, cool, peach blossom eyes, and for a moment she froze.
Those eyes were like a bottomless pool, as if they could suck one's soul in.
The woman in the red dress finally couldn't hold back and raised her voice: "Brother Yu! It's me, Kelly! How come you... are so intimate with this lady?"
Unable to hide the bitterness in her tone, she added, "I came to ask about Annie. They were supposed to get married at the end of last year, so what happened? Meiling has been missing ever since. We grew up together, and I want to ask her what happened!"
Ning Bingyu remained unresponsive, as if the person standing behind him wasn't a living person, but rather an obstructive pillar.
Seeing the woman's anxious expression, Chu Hongyu whispered in his ear, "It seems to be Miss Cha Meiling's close friend."
She paused, then quietly added, "However, judging from her appearance, she probably didn't come to talk about her best friend Cha Meiling, otherwise she wouldn't have secretly brought reporters along."
Ning Bingyu suddenly buried his face lazily in Chu Hongyu's snow-white shoulder, and said without turning his head—
“Li Kaili, the second young lady of the Li family, one of the four major wealthy families in Hong Kong, is indeed a good friend of Cha Meiling, but she is also the new marriage partner that my uncle found for me. Please take care of her.”
He's not crazy. The woman his uncle found for him is definitely someone his uncle uses to control him.
This was also the reason why he was reluctant to replace Cha Meiling in the first place—Cha Meiling was chosen for him by the old man and had been raised by her mother since she was a child, so she would not be easily controlled by her uncle.
Chu Hongyu's fox-like eyes flickered slightly, and a sly smile curved her crimson lips. "Then... if I get Miss Li to break off her engagement with you, will the young master accept me as his last disciple?"
Ning Bingyu leaned against her, not turning his head to look at the woman behind him, and simply said coolly, "No time, learn by yourself."
As he spoke, he pinched Chu Hongyu's slender waist with a hint of punishment: "Time to get to work. Don't even think about slacking off in front of the boss!"
Chu Hongyu winced in pain, muttered "stingy" under her breath, then turned to Li Kaili and said crisply—
"Ms. Li, hello, I am the young master's personal assistant. The young master is currently quite drunk and is not available to see guests. If you wish to see him, please make an appointment in advance."
Li Kaili's face darkened instantly, and she angrily retorted, "Who do you think you are! How dare an assistant stop me?"
He was about to step forward and pull the "drunk" Ning Bingyu away.
Ning Bingyu suddenly whispered in Chu Hongyu's ear, "If that woman runs into me and gets photographed... if tomorrow's tabloids have headlines like 'Two women fight one man, three people locked in a fierce battle outside a high-society party corridor,' you'll have your performance bonus deducted this month."
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