Ning Zhengkun's tone was sharp and quite impolite: "Since you each have your own version of events, then let the evidence speak for itself. At your age, do you need me to teach you how to do things? Compile a list of the pros and cons of the Tsim Sha Tsui and Whampoa Garden projects and submit it to the board of directors for a vote!"
"We should increase capital if necessary, and we should postpone it if necessary! But before a decision is made, no one is allowed to act recklessly. This is not just Ning's family for one person, but the foundation of the entire family!"
Ning Bingyu's jawline was taut, and his expression was indifferent.
Ning Zhengkun's last words were a self-reflection.
Ning Man'an's lips still held a gentle and composed smile: "It was my fault for being ignorant. Listen to Daddy, handle business as it is, I have no objection."
A cold glint flashed in Ning Bingyu's eyes as he calmly replied, "Yes, I will prepare all the project data and information."
He knew better than anyone the ambition hidden beneath his eldest sister's calm demeanor.
Ning Zhengkun naturally knew that although the two answered each other amicably on the surface, the underlying tension between them was undeniable.
Ning Zheng frowned impatiently: "Alright, all of you get out and reflect on yourselves!"
Then he waved his hand, signaling them all to get lost!
Ning Bingyu was the first to walk out of the conference room, his tall figure carrying suppressed anger: "Uncle, I'm leaving now."
Ning Man'an followed her out with a calm expression.
As they exited the conference room and approached the elevator, Ning Bingyu suddenly spoke coldly: "Big sister, are you officially declaring war?"
Ning Man'an said slowly and deliberately, "Ayu, I told you you misunderstood. I wasn't clear just now. From now on, it's up to us to see who has the best skills."
Ning Bingyu held back for a moment, then looked at her and sneered: "Yes, it's all about ability. I'm waiting for you to make another attempt to become CEO."
After saying that, he went straight upstairs to his study.
He needed to calm down and consider how to deal with Ningman'an's increasing pressure.
Seeing that Ning Bingyu had left without even saying goodbye.
She crossed her arms and chuckled lightly, "She's really spoiled."
She then turned and went to the restroom, where she touched up her makeup in front of the mirror. The exquisite makeup concealed all her emotions.
She looked at her slightly aged and sagging face in the mirror and sighed softly.
His usually calm and indifferent eyes were now filled with a dark and weary ambition.
...
Qianhai Bay Villa
Ning Yuan and Ning Bing'an entered the villa's courtyard.
The garden was dimly lit, with only a few wall lamps casting long shadows of the trees.
Ning Yuan stopped, took off her coat, and handed it back to Ning Bing'an: "Thank you."
Ning Bing'an took the coat, but did not put it on immediately.
He looked at Ning Yuan and suddenly said, "Annie wasn't like this before. Although she was a bit proud, she wasn't... this harsh."
Ning Yuan sneered, making no attempt to hide the sarcasm in her eyes: "You're very familiar with Miss Cha? How do you know what she was like before?"
Ning Bing'an pondered for a moment: "Although we are not particularly familiar with each other, she is my eldest brother's betrothed. We brothers and sisters grew up together in the mansion. She has always been proud and aloof, but she is also dignified and generous in public. She is the most typical lady of a prominent family, and she has never been like this now... shallow, wicked and superficial."
He paused, then sighed softly, "It's probably because her family went bankrupt, turning her from a phoenix fallen from grace."
Ning Yuan said coldly, "What she is is none of my business, but if going bankrupt makes her a vermin, then she should stay hidden in the gutter and not come out to disgust people. If she comes out to disgust me, I'll have to swat her to death!"
After two years in the Hong Kong government, do these people really think she's some kind of refined person?
Ning Bing'an looked at her and said, "Little sister, although I don't know anything about your ex-husband, from what I heard you talking just now, your husband and Zhou Yan are twin brothers."
Ning Yuan didn't speak, she just stared at him coldly.
Ning Bing'an's expression became somewhat complicated: "Although Annie went too far, no matter how similar two people look, they are not the same person."
Not long ago, Zhou Yan had also arrested Ning Yuan, his sister-in-law.
Ning Yuan's expression grew even colder, and her tone became even more rigid: "Thank you for helping me out today, but this is none of your business."
The man's cool voice sounded particularly deep in the quiet night: "I understand how you feel. I have also lost the most important person in my life, and more than once."
Ning Yuan paused in her steps.
Ning Bing'an said softly, "Some pains are unforgettable, etched into the bone, and linger in the midnight dreams, even giving rise to resentment."
His calm tone carried a subtle, almost imperceptible chill.
Ning Yuan remained silent for a while, then nodded gently.
Her tone softened slightly: "I have to go back now, it's getting late."
Ning Bingyu smiled faintly, his tone unusually teasing: "Also, that sounds like taking advantage of someone's misfortune. A girl like you isn't short of partners, so why don't you seriously consider me? How about we work together?"
Ning Yuan looked at him, somewhat speechless: "I have no intention of engaging in a business marriage with anyone. You've always known that, Brother Bing'an. I have no interest in becoming Uncle's pawn."
After saying that, she walked past Ning Bing'an and headed straight into the villa: "Good night."
Ning Bing'an watched Ning Yuan's retreating figure, his eyes dark and unfathomable: "Good night."
...
Ning Yuan returned to her room and gently closed the door. The nanny nodded to her, indicating that the baby was asleep.
Ning Yuan gestured to the nanny that she could leave and rest.
The room was filled with a faint milky scent, and little Jiajia was sleeping soundly.
The little one's face was rosy, and her breathing was soft.
Ning Yuan walked to the crib, bent down, and gently kissed the baby's forehead.
The little one seemed to sense its mother's presence in its sleep, its little mouth twitched twice, and it let out a soft, babyish hum.
Looking at her daughter's face, Ning Yuan felt a surge of warmth in her heart.
But soon, this warm current was replaced by a chilling cold.
She got up, curled up wearily on the sofa, hugged her knees with both hands, and rested her chin on her knees.
Even though Zhou Yan wasn't Rong Zhaonan, seeing him standing with Cha Meiling was so jarring, so suffocating.
In the news footage from her past life, Cha Meiling appeared at various occasions, arm in arm with Rong Zhaonan, smiling sweetly.
Those images haunted her, gnawing at her heart.
It felt like a huge rock was pressing on my chest, making it difficult to breathe.
It's as if fate, watching her rise to prominence with cold indifference, still wants her to see that the main thread of destiny will cruelly mock her "efforts" in another form.
She closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath, and forced back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes.
What's the use of crying? It will only make the enemy more smug.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turbulent emotions inside her.
After a long while, Ning Yuan opened her eyes, got up and walked to the dressing table.
She tidied her messy hair and clothes in front of the mirror, and composed her expression.
Then, she stuffed all the gifts Cha Meiling had given her in the past and present into a jewelry box, called her fourth uncle, and said she wanted to sell a batch of jewelry.
After hanging up the phone, she pulled a neatly folded telegram from her drawer, then turned and walked toward the door.
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