After saying that, she slammed the phone down.
He didn't even care that Ning Jinyun was jumping up and down on the other end of the phone.
With her hand on the black dial phone, Ning Yuan felt conflicted.
Her sudden 'rebellion' would definitely cause a falling out between her mother and aunt.
Only in this way could she have the opportunity to discover the truth about her own origins from the conflict between the sisters.
However, these things are not only family scandals, but also one of my own secrets.
It's not time to explain this to Rong Zhaonan in detail yet.
Ning Yuan lowered her eyes and said calmly, "Yes, you've met my aunt. After she complained, my parents were very opposed to me marrying you."
"You know their reasons: because you are a sent-down youth, my marriage to you would be a burden on my brothers and sisters, including them."
Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan in silence for a long time before finally uttering these words.
Even though it sounded perfectly reasonable, he still keenly sensed that she hadn't said everything.
He raised an eyebrow slightly: "It's normal that your aunt objected last time, but now that I've returned to work, they probably won't object anymore."
Ning Yuan chuckled self-deprecatingly: "Yes, if they knew you had resumed your job in the capital, they would probably ask you for a hefty dowry, or they would ask you to help them find some good job or something."
Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, but Rong Zhaonan went from being a despised exile to a highly sought-after cadre in Beijing.
It's only been a few months.
Life's encounters are truly wondrous.
“If they want it, I can give it to them,” Rong Zhaonan said thoughtfully.
If Ning Yuan and her family have a clean background, she is his woman, and he can fulfill any of her requests.
After all, she will be the mother of his child in the future.
Ning Yuan replied bluntly, "There's no need. First, we're not really getting married, so you don't owe me anything. Second, I don't get along well with my family, and I don't want them to take advantage of me."
When Rong Zhaonan heard Ning Yuan mention "first place," his eyes turned cold.
His voice was calm, but he continued to ask, "You don't have a good relationship with your family? Didn't your older brother send you cookies and money from Shanghai?"
Ning Yuan was silent for a while before saying, "My older brother is my parents' adopted child. Both of his parents were martyrs. They used to live in our workplace compound. He was the kindest person to me in the family."
When the eldest brother, Ning Weihuan, came to our home, he was already nine years old. Ning Jinyun and her husband adopted him because the orphans of martyrs received a monthly allowance.
Ning Weihuan was able to join the army at the age of sixteen as a family member of a martyr, and stay in the army, where he received a stipend of several dozen yuan every month.
After raising a child for a few years, they can join the army. Not only will they send money home every month, but adopting the orphans of martyrs also brings a good reputation. Who wouldn't want to do such a good thing?
Ning Jinyun was at least superficially quite nice to Ning Weihuan.
Ning Weihuan probably sensed that his younger sister was the least favored in the family, so in addition to sending money home, he would always secretly give Ning Yuan some money.
"Judging from this, your older brother seems like a good person," Rong Zhaonan said.
Ning Yuan said with a hint of self-deprecation, "Yes, and even though my older brother is adopted, he's spoiled even more than I am, his 'biological' brother."
Rong Zhaonan didn't say anything more.
When they arrived at the village entrance, where they were to get out of the car, Rong Zhaonan braced himself with his long legs and helped Ning Yuan out of the car.
He raised his cool eyes and looked at Ning Yuan, saying calmly, "There is a saying in Taoism that one's kinship with relatives is shallow and one's relationship with parents is weak. Some things should not be forced."
Ning Yuan paused for a moment, then reached out and covered Rong Zhaonan's mouth: "I'm sorry to bother you, but even though the situation and atmosphere are clear now, it's best to avoid talking about these feudal superstitions. You've just returned to work!"
Her ability to be reborn back to her teenage years is so bizarre that there's no other explanation besides metaphysics, but we're not open-minded enough to casually mention "feudal superstition" yet.
Rong Zhaonan looked down at the girl in front of him, who was looking around nervously.
The girl's slender fingers were somewhat rough from working, but her palm, pressed against his lips, remained soft and warm.
A deep, amused glint flashed in Rui Feng's narrow eyes: "Worried about me?"
Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the villagers passing by hadn't noticed them.
She couldn't help but mutter, "You were once a special forces captain, how come you keep talking about Taoism? At least don't mention it in front of others."
He even meditated and repaired his chain in the middle of the night before; this guy is quite a strange creature.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed her eyes. She brought up the topic of special forces again, a branch of the military that is only established abroad, while domestically there are only reconnaissance soldiers. However, she couldn't quite put her words into words.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a half-smile in her palm, "Hmm, are you worried about me?"
Ning Yuan suddenly froze, as if she had been electrocuted, and quickly withdrew her hand. She clenched her fist and stared at Rong Zhaonan as if she had seen a ghost.
She felt like he had kissed her palm!
Rong Zhaonan's expression remained unchanged as he looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ning Yuan looked at his calm and aloof expression. He still had that unapproachable and aloof demeanor. Maybe it was just her imagination?
Hmm, it must be her imagination!
A gentleman like Boss Rong would rather lock himself in a water tank and soak in it all night than touch her!
How could someone who is so abstinent that he would be furious as if he had lost his virginity if she accidentally touched his mouth?
Ning Yuan coughed lightly, unconsciously clenching her slightly damp and itchy palms: "It's nothing, let's go back?"
She was the one who pressed her lips against someone else's first, so it's normal for her lips to get a little dampness on them.
She even accidentally licked him.
Ning Yuan convinced herself and turned to follow him toward the cowshed.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her silly expression as she tried to convince herself, but clenched her fists tightly. A smile flashed in his eyes: "Okay, let's go."
Petting rabbits should be done slowly and patiently, as some breeds of rabbits can bite.
In any case, he doesn't plan to return to the capital for the time being. He'll investigate her background while gradually getting her used to things.
But the next second, he saw Ning Yuan walk along while unconsciously stretching out her hand and quietly wiping her palm clean on her trouser leg.
As Ning Yuan wiped her palms clean, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Oh my god, even if it's a handsome guy's saliva, it's still someone else's saliva. It's a bit disgusting."
No wonder Boss Rong was disgusted when she accidentally licked him, mistaking him for a mint.
In her past life, after watching those movies and reading those novels, she never understood the act of kissing and exchanging saliva, and she had never kissed Li Yan. Of course, Li Yan wasn't interested in kissing her either.
How could anyone enjoy kissing, which involves exchanging saliva and bacteria? Won't it spread germs?
The smile in Rong Zhaonan's eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, icy light: "..."
So disdainful? Very well, he'll remember that!
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