Rong Zhaonan ignored her words and pulled Ning Yuan upstairs by the wrist.
Ning Yuan originally intended to say something sarcastic to Qin Hongxing, but seeing Qin Hongxing's pale face as if struck by lightning, she was surprised.
She thought about it... and decided against it.
This aloof young lady from the capital was clearly too well protected; the tides of the times had not affected her at all.
Now, being publicly humiliated and mocked by the man she admires in front of another woman is enough to make her feel terrible.
Rong Zhaonan held Ning Yuan's hand until they returned to their room on the second floor before letting go of her wrist.
After Qin Hongxing's outburst, the strange atmosphere between the two seemed to have disappeared.
Besides, after a long day of running around, they were already exhausted. The thought that Qin Hongxing actually lived next door only made them more speechless.
Ning Yuan simply looked around the room, perhaps because Chen Chen's letter of introduction from the provincial capital work group was too impressive.
The receptionist actually booked them a suite, which not only had a small living room but also a private bathroom.
This should be one of the best suites in the county guesthouse, reserved for higher-level leaders.
"Um... I'm going to take a shower, you can shower later?" Ning Yuan looked around the room and went to get a washbasin and a kettle.
Rong Zhaonan nodded lightly, sat on the sofa in the small living room, spread his long legs apart, closed his eyes, and rested one hand on his brow, as if trying to sober up.
He seemed listless and aloof, with a touch of languid detachment.
Ning Yuan didn't dare to look at him too much, otherwise she would have to wonder what he wanted to do when he lowered his head to her on the stairs.
He's drunk? Or...?
She shook her head to stop herself from thinking too much, picked up the toothbrush she had just bought from the waitress, and turned to go into the restroom.
Ning Yuan used her handkerchief as a towel to splash cold water on her face to calm herself down before washing her hair and taking a shower.
Although it was cold, she had been running around all day and sweated a lot, so she couldn't stand not taking a shower.
When she came out with her damp hair, she found that there was no one in the living room or the inner room.
Rong Zhaonan has disappeared.
She was a little puzzled. Could it be that Chen Chen had come up?
While wiping her seaweed-like long hair with one hand, Ning Yuan carried the kettle to the nearby water room to fetch another kettle of hot water for Rong Zhaonan.
She opened the door, looked around first, and was a little worried about running into Qin Hongxing. That woman was upset and might throw a tantrum at her, which would be very annoying.
The corridor was empty, with no one on either side. Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and took the kettle to the end of the corridor to get hot water.
As she walked to the end of the corridor, she glanced into the courtyard and saw a tall, slender figure standing with Qin Hongxing.
Ning Yuan was taken aback; it turned out that Qin Hongxing had called Rong Zhaonan out.
She thought Rong Zhaonan wouldn't pay any attention to Qin Hongxing, but unexpectedly he still went out.
She subconsciously took a step back so they wouldn't see her in the second-floor corridor, but when she heard what sounded like an argument, she couldn't help but prick up her gossipy ears.
Qin Hongxing seemed to be crying very hard, and she grabbed his sleeve emotionally: "Uncle Rong, he always..."
There was still some distance between them, and Ning Yuan still couldn't hear what they were saying clearly.
She only noticed that Qin Hongxing was standing very close to Rong Zhaonan, and Rong Zhaonan's expression was unreadable.
Under the quiet moonlight at midnight, the two stood there, both tall and slender, with remarkable bearing, seemingly a perfect match.
Ning Yuan felt a mix of emotions. If Rong Zhaonan hadn't met with misfortune, perhaps the engagement wouldn't have been broken off.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly raised his eyes, his sharp and cold gaze sweeping over.
Ning Yuan was startled and immediately squatted down, her heart pounding wildly.
That was terrifying! I almost got caught eavesdropping!
Ning Yuan quickly bent down, grabbed the thermos, and tiptoed back into her room like a rabbit, hugging the wall of the corridor.
She put down the thermos and tidied up the bathroom, realizing that Rong Zhaonan hadn't brought any toiletries since she was only staying there temporarily.
She washed her large handkerchief, hung it on a hanger in the bathroom, and left him a note—
If you don't mind, you can use her handkerchief as a towel in an emergency.
After Ning Yuan finished tidying up, she sat by the stove and dried her hair, but she didn't see anyone come back.
She raised her bright eyes and looked out the window. Were they still talking?
Ning Yuan frowned, tucked her long hair behind her ears, and decided to go to the room to rest first. But then she noticed that there was only one quilt on the bed.
She hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should go to the front desk and ask a waiter to get him a blanket?
But the next moment, she shook her head and thought, "Never mind... I don't know when he'll be back."
If he doesn't see the blanket, he can go find it himself. Why worry about it? He might not even come back.
Ning Yuan gave a self-deprecating smile, nestled in the blankets, and looked out at the white moonlight.
The love-hate relationships among the children of Beijing's elite families are far removed from ordinary people like her. What does it have to do with her?
The blankets at the county guesthouse were clean and quite thick.
After a long day of running around and being frightened, exhaustion washed over her like a tide. The cold wind was howling outside the window, and she wrapped herself in her blanket and fell into a deep sleep.
In her past life, she always suffered from insomnia, and only after going to the hospital did she learn that it was due to severe depression and severe anxiety.
In this life, I must be a carefree person. No matter how big the world is, no one can disturb her sleep!
An hour later, when Rong Zhaonan returned, he saw the girl on the bed in the room curled up like a silkworm, fast asleep.
It even makes very faint snoring sounds.
A faint smile flashed in Rong Zhaonan's eyes. This greedy little short-legged fellow, no matter what trouble he's caused or what, always sleeps like a pig. He's got a big heart.
Was she the one spying in the hallway just now?
"Captain, are you still dizzy?" Chen Chen accompanied Rong Zhaonan upstairs, stood at the door, lit a cigarette, and subconsciously glanced at the room.
Rong Zhaonan turned around and stood in front of him, preventing him from seeing the girl's sleeping posture in the room: "It's okay, you're almost sober now, you can go back first."
Chen Chen didn't think much of it and nodded: "Okay, my sister-in-law jumped on my bicycle a few times today, but I just borrowed some tools and fixed it. You can ride your bike back with her tomorrow morning."
Rong Zhaonan agreed, but then suddenly added, "Don't tell anyone except you about the matter of me asking you to investigate Ning Yuan's background."
Chen Chen nodded solemnly: "I know the stakes, Captain, don't worry."
He paused, looking at Rong Zhaonan as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally asked with a frown, "Captain, if your wife really has a problem, what do you plan to do?"
He could tell that the captain cared about this young woman quite a bit, at least more than the captain said he did.
Rong Zhaonan took the cigarette from his hand and lit it, the smoke blurring his handsome, indifferent face: "What should we do, what should we do?"
His voice was calm, but Chen Chen sensed a chill that went straight to his bones.
The captain never showed mercy to enemies and traitors; execution was the least of his worries.
Chen Chen hesitated for a moment: "What if my sister-in-law has no problem?"
He learned from the village secretary that the team leader and his sister-in-law's marriage was a last resort under special circumstances.
I also know that the old leaders in Beijing are very dissatisfied with the captain's hasty and casual marriage.
Rong Zhaonan lowered his eyes, the glow of his cigarette flickering, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes, as if he were pondering this question.
This time, Chen Chen watched as his captain took two cigarettes from him. Normally, he would only take one or two puffs at most, but he actually finished both cigarettes for the first time ever.
Rong Zhaonan seemed to have made some important decision. He exhaled smoke, licked his back teeth with the tip of his tongue, and a nearly wicked smile appeared on his usually aloof face.
"Do what you have to do with her."
Chen Chen didn't understand what this meant.
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