Uncle Si's laughter subsided, and his tone became earnest again: "However, Ning Yuan is a descendant of the Sheng family's daughter, and she looks most like her. Anzai, I still hope you can treat her well."
"You two need to have another child and change the surname back to Sheng. That would be perfect! In the end, won't the Ning family's assets still fall back into the Sheng family's hands?"
Ning Bing'an lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the dark and unpredictable emotions in them.
Uncle Si waited a while on the other end of the phone, but received no response. He astutely realized something was amiss—
"What's wrong, Anzai? You don't like Ning Yuan, do you?"
Ning Bing'an's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around the phone.
He said calmly, "It's not that I don't like her. I admire her quite a bit. She's different from the rest of the Ning family. She... doesn't treat me like an outsider."
Uncle Si laughed heartily: "I knew it! She would never stoop to the level of those people!"
Ning Bing'an: "She didn't treat me like an outsider, but she also didn't treat me like a human being."
Fourth Uncle: "..."
The old man was silent for a moment: "Then what should we do?"
Ning Bing'an said coolly, "...an ATM, and she inexplicably has a bit of a grudge against my ATM. I think she might have guessed that we're using her to smuggle other things."
Fourth Uncle: "..."
I don't know why, but it sounds like something that little bastard Ning Yuan would do.
Fourth Uncle coughed and said, "Alright, alright, what's the big deal about a young couple's little romance? Think it over carefully. Anyway, I don't care what you think, you're going to be the Sheng family's grandson-in-law!"
“Your mother is a daughter of a collateral branch of the Sheng family. Although she is not from the main branch of the Sheng family in Shanghai, since you and Ning Yuan are married, your child will also have the surname Sheng, which is considered as returning to the family line!”
Ning Bing'an responded calmly, "Fourth Uncle, have you considered that Ning Yuan might agree to have my child?"
Fourth Uncle chuckled lightly: "Don't forget I'm her biggest financial backer. The Ning family will be too busy to take care of themselves. What will happen to her if I withdraw my investment?"
Ning Bing'an remained silent: "..."
Uncle Si muttered, "Alright, I need to contact the people we've planted in the Swiss bank. You can get back to work."
After hanging up the phone, Ning Bing'an gave a light sneer, his eyes completely indifferent.
like?
Ha... For them to talk about liking someone at this point is just too ridiculous.
Ordinary people don't have much wealth to pass on, and they have time to indulge in love, since their lives are pretty much over.
For their class, marriage is most important as a bargaining chip, an alliance, and a means to prevent their class from falling and to consolidate their interests.
If something that can be called "love" is used to decorate these purposes, then that is naturally good.
After all, it's hard to completely hate someone you're going to spend your life with, but it's okay to not love them.
Whether he likes Ning Yuan or not, it doesn't matter.
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Meanwhile, Cha Meiling left the Regent Hotel.
She got into her brand-new Bentley and instructed her secretary, "To Genting Highlands."
The secretary nodded and drove into traffic.
Looking at the velvet box containing the jade chili peppers in her hand, Cha Meiling's mood, which had been ruined by Ning Bing'an's words, improved considerably.
"Ha... a lowly adopted son..."
He was just like-minded and hurt her; he was jealous of her, which is why he was so sharp-tongued and mean.
But in order to divide up the Ning family, they still have to cooperate with me.
Deep in her eyes, weariness and gloom still lingered. She then leaned back in the leather seat and closed her eyes to rest.
She didn't get out of the car until they arrived at the Genting Hotel, and went upstairs alone.
After giving her her name, the waiter led her into a private room on the second floor, poured her tea, and then served four dishes and a soup.
The dishes were exquisite and delicious.
Cha Meiling glanced at her watch, then continued to sit at the large pear wood round table, closing her eyes to rest.
The door to the private room was silently pushed open, and a chilling aura instantly rushed in.
Zhou Yan walked in, dressed casually in a black shirt and jeans, but his imposing aura and the coldness between his brows remained undiminished.
He took off his sunglasses, and his beautiful phoenix eyes swept coldly over Cha Meiling, without any emotion.
"What's up?"
The man's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.
Cha Meiling raised her eyes, and a gentle and graceful smile immediately bloomed on her face, as if the hysterical and disheveled woman from a few days ago was just an illusion.
She picked up the small purple clay teapot and poured the amber-colored tea into the teacup in front of Zhou Yan: "Ah Yan, you've come."
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