But when Zhou Yan's shirt was completely open, revealing his muscular upper body, Ning Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
His body bore only a shallow bullet hole on his shoulder and two inconspicuous old scars; otherwise, there were no other marks.
That's not right!
Rong Zhaonan has many more scars, big and small, than this!
Those are his medals for risking his life to protect his country!
She ripped open Zhou Yan's shirt and shoved him around abruptly.
She raised her hand and pressed hard on his shoulder blade, her tone urgent and suppressed: "Anything else? Anything else?"
Zhou Yan lazily turned to look at her—
"Sister-in-law, what kind of erotic game are you playing? Even if you're in a hurry, there's no need to be so impatient, is there?"
Ning Yuan ignored his teasing and stared intently at his muscular, well-defined back.
There were no familiar scars there, no marks that she had touched time and time again, marks that she could clearly trace every line of.
Ning Yuan was momentarily dazed, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe.
Zhou Yan turned around and looked down at her, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Sister-in-law, what are you looking for? Are you looking for something on me that's different from my brother?"
He suddenly placed her slender hand on his hot, firm chest and pulled her into his arms.
The man's fingertips slid from her cheek to her ear: "How about this, we just try it out? After that, you should be able to clearly know whether I am him or not."
Zhou Yan lowered his head and whispered maliciously in her ear, "I have a condom in my pocket, so I don't care... Sister-in-law treats me like an older brother, guess if other parts of our bodies look the same..."
Ning Yuan stared at him with cold, gloomy eyes, her hands slowly clenching into fists, just as she was about to knee him in the knee to try and make him lose his fertility...
"Knock knock knock!"
A sudden, urgent knocking broke the suffocating silence.
Cha Meiling's gentle voice rang out from outside the door: "Ayan, are you inside? I need to talk to you."
Ning Yuan looked coldly at Zhou Yan, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust: "Get out!"
She pushed Zhou Yan away forcefully, but before he could react, she turned around and unlocked the door to the lounge with a "click," then pulled the door open.
Cha Meiling was holding up her hand, ready to knock on the door again.
"Ayan, you..."
Cha Meiling's gentle tone came to an abrupt halt when she saw the ambiguous scene in the room.
She stared in disbelief at the scene before her—
Ning Yuan stood neatly dressed at the door with a cold expression, while Zhou Yan was disheveled, revealing his sexy and muscular chest.
Cha Meiling's face turned deathly pale instantly, her voice sharp and distorted: "What...what are you doing?!"
Ning Yuan ignored Cha Meiling's questioning, only glancing contemptuously at Zhou Yan, her tone mocking: "Superintendent Zhou, your fiancée is waiting here eagerly. You should just stick with Miss Cha and stop having those unrealistic daydreams."
After saying that, she didn't even glance at Cha Meiling before turning to leave.
"Stop!" Cha Meiling could no longer remain calm.
She grabbed Ning Yuan's hand and demanded sharply, "What did you do to Ayan?"
Ning Yuan was already in a terrible mood, like a volcano about to erupt. Now, being pestered by Cha Meiling, she could no longer suppress her anger.
With a swift backhand, she twisted Cha Meiling's arm behind her back and slammed her against the coffee table.
"Ah!" Cha Meiling cried out in pain.
"I'm warning you, Cha Meiling," Ning Yuan's voice was as cold as ice, "Don't mess with me, or you'll be foolish!"
Cha Meiling was frightened by the ruthlessness in Ning Yuan's eyes; she had never seen Ning Yuan like this before.
He seemed like a completely different person, radiating a chilling murderous aura.
Tears streamed down Cha Meiling's face from the pain. She could only look to Zhou Yan for help: "Ayan... Ayan, save me..."
But Zhou Yan just slowly buttoned up his shirt without even lifting his eyelids, as if he didn't see Cha Meiling's disheveled state.
He said in a calm tone, "Seventh Miss, it's best to stay away from Ning Bing'an. This isn't a warning, it's advice. Don't get involved with him and the people and things behind him."
Ning Yuan sneered and retorted without any politeness, "Inspector Zhou, you have time to give me advice, so I might as well give you some advice too: it's best to stay away from my former sixth sister, the eldest daughter of the Cha family. The eldest daughter of the Cha family has a life like a spear stuck with excrement; whoever she stabs is doomed."
She glanced at Cha Meiling, who was slumped on the ground, rubbing her wrist in a disheveled manner, her tone contemptuous—
"How pitiful, Miss Cha. What kind of trashy fiancé did you choose? His fiancé is being bullied like this, and he doesn't even dare to say a word."
Cha Meiling glared at Ning Yuan with icy eyes, wishing she could tear her to pieces: "Ning Yuan, you..."
Ning Yuan didn't bother to listen, and without giving the two of them another glance, she strode away.
Cha Meiling slumped weakly, barely managing to stand up and maintain her last shred of dignity.
Zhou Yan finally buttoned up his shirt and suit jacket. He walked over to Cha Meiling, looked down at her, and spoke in a flat tone—
"If you're not busy, fix your makeup. The banquet is still going on. Weren't you going to announce our engagement to everyone?"
After saying that, he turned and left.
Cha Meiling looked at him, and her heart skipped a beat.
She felt he shouldn't have treated her like that...
...
Ning Yuan did not return to the banquet hall, because next, Cha Meiling and Zhou Yan were supposed to announce that they were engaged.
She went straight to the garden, where it was quiet and she could get some fresh air.
She just didn't expect that there were already people in the garden.
Ning Bing'an was also there. He sat on the swing, closing his eyes to rest. His aloof and otherworldly temperament seemed out of place in this noisy world.
Ning Yuan occasionally saw the shadow of Rong Zhaonan from long ago in Ning Bing'an, that indifferent and aloof feeling.
Sensing Ning Yuan's approach, Ning Bing'an looked up.
His gaze was like moonlight reflected on a lake, calm and undisturbed: "Little sister, why are you out here?"
Ning Yuan didn't answer his question. Instead, she walked straight to another swing, sat down, and asked, "Does Uncle... like my eldest sister Ning Man'an more, or do he like you, his adopted son, more?"
Ning Bing'an was taken aback, seemingly not expecting her to ask so directly.
He lowered his eyes slightly and said thoughtfully, "It should be different. Daddy feels more guilty towards me because of my mother."
He seemed to be carefully choosing his words, or perhaps recalling those long-forgotten memories—
“My mom and daddy were each other’s first love. Back then, my daddy had to marry the first wife according to the family’s arrangement. My mom… was actually pregnant at the time. After leaving my daddy, she lost the baby because of many things that happened.”
Ning Bing'an's voice was calm, as if he were telling someone else's story—
“At that time, the situation was still turbulent. My mother lived a life of wandering and eventually married my father. But my father died before I was born. If my fourth uncle hadn’t taken pity on my mother and me and offered a helping hand, we probably would have… died.”
Ning Yuan could imagine the hardships a pregnant woman who had lost her husband and had a young child would face in turbulent times.
Ning Bing'an: "After Ning Zhengkun met my mother again, he treated me like his own son. It was probably because... he was reminded of the child my mother had conceived for him, my brother or sister... it was a kind of transference and compensation."
Ning Yuan remained silent for a long time after hearing this.
The garden was quiet, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the occasional soft creaking of the swing.
After a long pause, she asked softly, "Why are you telling me so much?"
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