Cha Meiling looked at her, gently smoothed her curly hair, and instead of answering directly, asked, "Do you think the Ning family is very poor?"
Ning Yuan sighed: "Who would complain about having too much money?"
Cha Meiling said noncommittally, "That's true, but the Ning family wouldn't go so far as to accept the token and then abandon the person, after all..."
She paused, looked at Ning Yuan and smiled: "Raising another daughter is nothing. When she gets married, at most we'll give her the property of a building as a dowry. You underestimate the Ning family's wealth."
Ning Yuan paused, sensing a silent contempt.
Although it was hidden beneath Cha Meiling's well-mannered exterior, her true nature was no different from Vivian's outright contempt for her.
Cha Meiling smiled and gently put her arm around Ning Yuan's shoulder.
"However, you are right about one thing: it's better for you to keep the jade chili pepper yourself than for someone else to keep it. It's your own property, so don't give it away easily. You're a smart person."
A strange light flashed in Ning Yuan's eyes. What was Cha Meiling implying to her?
There's one thing I said that I was right about. What was it?
Cha Meiling told herself not to easily hand over the Jade Chili Pepper and encouraged her to go against Ning Bingyu.
Cha Meiling didn't continue, but patted her hand: "We'll be very sorry that you can't come to my and my brother's engagement, but I believe it won't be long..."
"I believe I'll be able to attend your wedding soon," Ning Yuan smiled, without asking any further questions.
Even when asked, people wouldn't tell her; Cha Meiling speaks very tactfully.
She felt a pang of emotion; it turned out that the kind, generous, and gentle Mrs. Cha Meiling in her past life was, in her youth, the same kind of person as her elder brother.
I wonder if Young Master Ning knows that his sixth sister is secretly urging him not to give him the jade chili pepper?
They're a good match, I wonder why they broke up in their past lives.
In this life, the two of them must be locked together, enjoying wealth and honor for generations to come.
After both sides finished speaking, they went out and left Taiping Inn.
Cha Meiling and Ning Bingyu rode in the same car back to the hotel.
Ning Bingyu suddenly spoke up: "What did Sixth Sister say to her just now?"
His question wasn't very polite.
Cha Meiling smiled and replied, "It's nothing. I just gave her some money, just like my older brother. I felt bad seeing my younger sister so poor."
Ning Bingyu said calmly, "Sixth Sister has always been obedient and good at understanding people's hearts. She knows me very well."
Cha Meiling knew from the tone of his voice that Ning Bingyu was giving her a warning—
Today, she overstepped her bounds, daring to investigate his whereabouts and follow him all the way to participate in the Ning family's internal secrets.
Cha Meiling had mixed feelings and sighed softly, "Brother, I'm your fiancée. Everything I do is to make you happy."
If a female PR person or female celebrity had said something so humble, Ning Bingyu might have readily backed down, giving the beauty some face.
However, Cha Meiling's words sounded more like a threat, reminding Ning Bingyu of his uncle Ning Zhengkun, a business tycoon who dominated Asia.
He suddenly reached out and gently stroked the back of Cha Meiling's neck, then abruptly pulled her into his arms—
“Some happiness is only real when the person involved is happy. Sixth Sister should know what it means to not be self-righteous.”
Cha Meiling never imagined that Ning Bingyu, such a refined gentleman, would suddenly become so fierce.
She nestled in his arms like a cat with its neck pinned down, unable to even lift her head to look at him.
Despite the humiliation, Cha Meiling raised her hand and pressed down on his leg with difficulty, saying softly, "I understand, brother. I will be more careful next time and not act on my own."
She knew she had crossed his line and angered him.
Ning Bingyu was in a terrible mood today. Both of his younger sisters were disobeying him, and he hadn't gotten his hands on the jade chili peppers.
I was almost threatened with a gun to my nose—
Rong Zhaonan always carries a gun; he's seen it on the lower back or the outside of the calf, usually hidden by his clothes. He doesn't know if it's anywhere else.
He released her hand, took a cigar, lit it slowly, and said in a calm voice, "Sixth Sister, don't blame your elder brother for being harsh with you, but you are going to marry into the family and become the eldest sister-in-law. Don't think too much about things you shouldn't think about. Just be a peaceful young mistress of the Ning family."
Cha Meiling tensed up, almost thinking he knew something.
But if he knew, why would he marry her?
Cha Meiling calmly took the blowtorch lighter from his hand and seductively lit his cigarette: "I understand, how about I apologize to my brother?"
As she spoke, her other slender hand, painted with bright red nail polish, pressed down between his long legs without any hesitation, reaching to unzip his suit trousers.
Ning Bingyu frowned slightly: "You are the eldest daughter of the Cha family, my fiancée. There is no need for you to do such a humiliating thing."
As he spoke, he removed her hand.
Cha Meiling's expression changed slightly, but she sighed softly and leaned on his shoulder: "Big brother feels sorry for me."
She would be happy if he were as fierce and forceful as before; being subservient in bed wasn't really being subservient.
But he did nothing, which made her feel incredibly inferior.
She knew she was merely a "token" of the marriage alliance between their two families.
Even he himself is just a "token," so it would be a luxury for two "tokens" to talk about true feelings and love.
Back at the guesthouse, Ning Bingyu returned to his usual gentle and gentlemanly demeanor, as if the momentary ruthlessness he displayed in the car was merely an illusion.
Cha Meiling leaned wearily against the wall after returning to her room.
Anderson brought her some hot water and gently asked—
“Miss Anne saw that jade chili pepper today. If we really can’t get the real thing, how about we trick that woman from the mainland into giving us a similar one?”
Cha Meiling took a sip of hot water and leaned back on the sofa: "Master Zhong Ling's works are perfectly crafted and ingenious. It would be very difficult to replicate them exactly."
She paused, then chuckled lightly: "However, the Ning family's youngest sister is no simple character. I've already given her some information. She's smart enough to stick to her principles and won't give that chili pepper to anyone."
Her voice trailed off, tinged with an inscrutable smile.
“You only have a chance to get it because the Jade Chili is in her hands. I will contact the Tang family,” Anderson said.
Cha Meiling glanced lazily at Anderson: "You're both secretaries, but Vivian is far inferior to you."
Anderson smiled, not taking credit: "That's because Tony, the young master's real first secretary, is in the United States, and Assistant Ye is in charge of the Hong Kong government, so Vivian was temporarily allowed to stay with the young master."
Cha Meiling said thoughtfully, "That idiot Vivian, who fawns over the powerful and bullies the weak, might still be useful. You should win her over and make her stick close to Big Brother."
Anderson nodded: "Yes."
...
Ning Yuan returned to the guesthouse, completely letting loose. She put down her lunchbox and collapsed onto the bed.
She hugged her pillow and muttered lazily, "I'm so tired, dealing with those Hong Kong government business elites."
My nerves were on edge, just in case I fell into their trap.
Rong Zhaonan stepped forward and gently patted her upturned buttocks, his eyes deepening: "What kind of image does a girl have when she's facing a man with her back arched and her big buttocks sticking out?"
"Alright, stop lecturing me, Uncle Rong. What's our relationship?" Ning Yuan yawned, tears welling up in her eyes.
It's midday, and after a big meal, all the blood goes to my stomach, making me sleepy.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly reached down and pinched a soft spot through the clothes.
Ning Yuan instantly shrank to the side, no longer sleepy, glared at him, and stammered, "Where...where are you pinching me?!"
Rong Zhaonan raised an eyebrow: "That day before we went to bed, you pinched me here, and I pinched you there. What happened? Didn't that make you instantly energetic?"
Ning Yuan blushed and muttered under her breath, "Pervert!"
She pinched his crotch, but how could a grown man do the same thing...?
Rong Zhaonan asked casually, "What did Cha Meiling say to you?"
Ning Yuan raised her eyes and stared at him intently: "What, are you bothered by this?"
Rong Zhaonan hardly pays any attention to women, so it's rare to find someone who would open their mouth and ask him questions.
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