His gaze was too profound.
Ning Yuan was incredibly clever; she raised an eyebrow and asked directly, "Does Brother Bing'an like me, or my abilities?"
Sheng Bing'an noticed Ning Yuan's impatience, but asked with a calm and aloof expression, "Isn't your ability part of you? Who doesn't like a capable person?"
His words were so correct that Ning Yuan was speechless for a moment: "..."
She noticed that the men who grew up in the Ning family had a certain characteristic—
Perhaps because they are rich, good-looking, and capable, they are too lazy to pretend when it comes to matters of the heart.
Ning Manfei thought she had given so much love, but it turned out to be just self-pity and a frivolous display of emotion. Even her once-bright and flamboyant personality became tiresome...
Ning Yuan sighed and smiled: "Brother Bing'an, thank you for giving me the jade chili pepper. But I'm sorry, I don't like you."
Most men in this world are much more realistic than women. Once they suffer a setback in a relationship, they feel that everyone in the world has wronged them, an honest man.
He's become completely materialistic and no longer believes in love. Anyone who doesn't love me does so because I'm poor and they're taking advantage of my poverty when I was young.
Women's age-old tendency to be obsessed with love is hard to cure, as evidenced by the stark contrast between Ning Manfei and Ning Man'an.
The contrast is stark: raising a daughter without any wolf-like qualities and failing to manage finances leads to disastrous consequences.
Sheng Bing'an showed no displeasure at her rejection; on the contrary, his expression softened even more.
"Really? But I heard from Brother Yu that Zhou Yan used to look quite similar to me when he was in mainland China. You actually like my type, right?"
The question was asked casually, yet it was like a fine needle saying, "If it weren't for him, you would have chosen me," precisely piercing a hidden corner.
Ning Bing'an glanced discreetly towards the crack in the door.
Ning Yuan noticed his expression and her heart skipped a beat. She subtly glanced towards the door from the corner of her eye.
The crack in the door had somehow widened slightly.
A tall and slender figure could be vaguely seen standing outside the door.
Her smile remained unchanged, even carrying a perfectly measured hint of contemplation: "Perhaps."
Everyone has a preferred type of appearance, and that's not an exaggeration.
Sheng Bing'an's lips curled into a meaningful smile—
"Really? Then I'm quite happy. If you ever become a widow, you can come to America to see me anytime. I'll give my phone number to my fourth uncle, and I'll be waiting for you."
I'll make him furious, I'll make that annoying jerk furious! Now I can happily be a widow again!
Before the words were finished—
With a loud "bang!", the study door was suddenly pushed open!
Rong Zhaonan, exuding a dangerous and oppressive aura, stood at the door with a livid face: "You! Don't! Think! Of! It!"
His handsome features were filled with a palpable killing intent as he stared intently at Sheng Bing'an.
Ning Yuan seemed oblivious to his fiery glare.
She simply raised her wrist and tapped the watch face: "Brother Bing'an, it's almost time. You should go to the airport."
Sheng Bing'an nodded gently: "Little sister, until we meet again."
He walked out of the study, and the pheasant at the door immediately stepped forward and handed him a suitcase.
Sheng Bing'an took the suitcase, ignored Rong Zhaonan, and left without looking back.
Ning Yuan stood at the door of the study, not going to see them off.
She couldn't deliver it either.
Because Rong Zhaonan was clinging to him like an octopus, staring at Sheng Bing'an's back with hostility and malice.
He regretted it. Even if he hadn't shot the bastard, he should have at least put him in jail!
As soon as Sheng Bing'an left, his fourth uncle's men came to kick him out without any politeness.
Fourth Uncle also hates the guy who stole his goddaughter-in-law!
Rong Zhaonan followed Ning Yuan out with a sullen expression, the hostility he felt from Sheng Bing'an's provocation still lingering.
Ning Yuan raised her hand and rubbed her temples: "Alright, they're gone. Do you still want to chase them all the way to America and have a fight?"
Rong Zhaonan lowered his head, his gaze fixed intently on her, his handsome face full of hurt and accusation—
"How am I any like him? His boxing skills and Taoist cultivation are far inferior to mine!"
They both originated from Taoism, but one is a fake and the other is the real thing!
Ning Yuan met his almost fiery gaze and calmly asked in return—
"I was just going along with what he said and giving him a perfunctory reply. Why are you getting so worked up? I wasn't this worked up when you and other women were showing affection in front of me."
Rong Zhaonan's heart tightened suddenly, as if he had been pricked by fine needles.
But then, I suddenly felt a sense of pleasure.
She's expressing her displeasure!
It's a good thing that she's willing to have emotions about herself!
Ning Yuan frowned as she watched him, his fierce aura suddenly dissipating, looking as if he had thought of something good.
She didn't bother to look at him, and simply said, "I have some things to do at the company, and I have to go back to the mainland in a couple of days. If you're free, you can go to the villa and keep Jiajia company."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
Rong Zhaonan instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Ning Yuan paused, frowned, and turned back: "Is there anything else?"
Rong Zhaonan swallowed hard, looking into her clear yet still distant eyes, and felt only a dull ache in his heart.
He pursed his lips, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of vulnerability—
"I haven't been feeling well lately, and I have an appointment with the doctor to check on my old injury. Could you... come with me? I hate hospitals the most."
As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and coughed softly, "Cough cough..."
Ning Yuan was taken aback and remained silent.
Her gaze unconsciously swept over his injured left shoulder, and she recalled those shocking photos she had seen.
In the end, I still couldn't harden my heart.
"……good."
A strange, dark light flashed across Rong Zhaonan's eyes.
He has been with her for the past few months.
He could have a very long time to ease her inner turmoil, but Sheng Bing'an's presence made him feel he couldn't wait any longer.
The car drove smoothly towards a top-tier private hospital in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island.
The hospital's interior is understated yet luxurious, with a faint smell of disinfectant permeating the air.
There were very few people, and the environment was extremely quiet and private.
Rong Zhaonan was clearly a regular here; the medical staff all addressed him respectfully as "Mr. Zhou."
Ning Yuan followed him in silence the whole way.
Inside the VIP consultation room, a white-haired, refined-looking foreign doctor received them.
The doctor spoke fluent English with Rong Zhaonan, inquired about his recent health condition, and quickly arranged a series of tests.
Rong Zhaonan was taken by a nurse to undergo a series of examinations.
Ning Yuan was led by the nurse to an elegant private lounge to wait.
The lounge had comfortable sofas and the latest magazines, but Ning Yuan had no interest in reading them.
She recalled the injury reports about Rong Zhaonan that she had read before, and her heart always felt heavy.
After some time, she got up to ask what was going on, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure push the door open and come in.
The man was wearing a well-fitting dark suit, and had a lean and upright figure; it was Old Xu.
Ning Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously asked, "Old Xu? What are you doing here?"
Old Xu looked as if he hadn't expected to run into her here, a perfectly timed hint of surprise flashing across his face—
"Sister-in-law? I'm here to pick up the team leader's test report. I just finished listening to the doctor's interpretation, and I need to report it later."
He was indeed holding a file folder in his hand.
Ning Yuan's gaze fell on the file folder: "How...how is he? What did the doctor say?"
Old Xu sighed softly: "The doctor said... the recovery is going fairly well. After all, the captain has a good foundation and an incredibly strong will..."
Ning Yuan's heart had just begun to relax a little.
Old Xu's tone suddenly changed, becoming heavy: "But some damage is irreversible. The aftereffects of those injuries on his body are unavoidable."
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