He didn't mind personally trying to get information out of her.
Sacrificing one's appearance is nothing; ultimately, it's for the sake of achieving a goal, and can be considered a form of "sacrifice and dedication" in some way.
Rong Zhaonan slowly sipped the noodle soup, a slight smile curving his lips.
...
Although Ning Yuan was a little annoyed, she was still impressed by his clean appearance as he sat in front of her, quietly eating the meal she had cooked. He looked both aloof and handsome.
The poster was just as nice, and for some reason, my frustration dissipated quite a bit.
Being good-looking is an advantage; it's easier to get forgiven for bad deeds.
Ning Yuan despises herself for being unprincipled and lacking principles, living into the next century and being spoiled by Generation Z with a distorted aesthetic that favors pretty boys. She deserves to be despised!
But she actually knew that she had always liked people who looked aloof and refined, and Li Yan was not one of them.
Besides, Brother Rong may have a pretty face, but he's actually quite handsome and well-built. As the old saying goes, a slim waist and broad shoulders indicate strength.
She had witnessed his skills and ruthlessness, comparable to a top special forces captain decades later. He wasn't some trashy pretty boy actor on television that even actresses couldn't lift.
This guy, how could he be bullied by a country bumpkin like Aunt Wang San...
Ning Yuan was originally secretly admiring the handsome guy while eating her rice.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "She insulted you so horribly, aren't you angry?!"
He's not usually that good-tempered.
He had been teased by her before, and he made a fuss about sleeping in separate beds and gave her a hard time for days.
Rong Zhaonan paused in his chopsticks, then said emotionlessly, "What she said isn't true, so there's no need to waste your energy getting angry."
Ning Yuan stared at the chicken wings in her bowl, opened her mouth in an annoyed tone, and took a big bite: "Isn't it true?"
Rong Zhaonan glanced at her: "I'm neither small nor weak, and I'm not a woman."
Ning Yuan rolled her eyes at him: "What do you mean by not small, not soft, not womanly... cough cough cough cough..."
This time, she choked on the chicken just like Chen Chen.
Rong Zhaonan reached out and patted her back, saying calmly, "Eat slowly."
Ning Yuan's face flushed, and she quickly drank water while slapping his hand away: "But who knows!"
However, as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she had said the wrong thing.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her with a pair of deep, cold eyes, his expression somewhat strange: "What, do you want to see, or do you want to know?"
Ning Yuan blushed instantly from head to neck, trying to ignore what he said, and deliberately changed the subject: "I mean—if anyone in the village bullies you in the future, will you just put up with it like this?"
Rong Zhaonan paused, then calmly replied, "Mm."
Upon hearing this, Ning Yuan's already flushed face became even hotter—she was furious.
She narrowed her eyes and sneered, "You still say 'yeah'? Then why didn't you tolerate Wang Jianhua and his gang beating you back then? They were also members of the people!"
Rong Zhaonan calmly said, "They planned to maliciously injure people; they are internal criminals, so we can intervene."
Those ignorant village women are not like Wang Jianhua, a hypocritical and thuggish criminal.
Ning Yuan was so angry she laughed. She slammed down her chopsticks: "Aunt Wang throws cow dung at you and insults you with foul language, but she's not a criminal, so you just let her have her way? I didn't know you were such a saint!"
He's quite principled, and he even understands the difference between the "Regulations on Administrative Penalties for Public Security" and the "Criminal Law" decades later?
He's incredibly patient!
As Rong Zhaonan picked up some food, he said calmly, "What is a Holy Mother? She's always been like this, there's nothing she can't tolerate."
The calm tone made Ning Yuan's expression and heart inexplicably clench.
He raised his deep eyes to look at her, his voice cool and gentle: "Besides, haven't you always been standing in front of me?"
Ning Yuan was taken aback, and pursed her lips somewhat awkwardly: "Well... well, I can't always be by your side all the time... you know, protecting you."
How could someone who is so aloof and cold so easily say something so incongruous about having a girl like her protecting him?
And why is this person suddenly not being so foul-mouthed today...?
Strange...
Her ears started burning again, and she quickly picked up her rice bowl and shoveled food into her mouth: "Things are different now. If you encounter a shrew like that, and you can't fight back, just walk away immediately. She can't catch you. Don't just stand there like an idiot and let her bully you."
This isn't like a few years ago, when we could just let people bully us!
Rong Zhaonan looked at her and said, "Okay."
Ning Yuan thought for a moment and then added, "Once we move to the county, this kind of thing won't happen again!"
Ultimately, we still need to get this young man to the county. As for where he'll stay, we can just rent a place.
He smiled faintly and said, "Okay."
Ning Yuan felt puzzled and increasingly uncomfortable under Rong Zhaonan's gaze.
Why has this guy suddenly become so "obedient" and listens to her? He's clearly a rebellious person.
In the words of decades to come, it would be like the wolf king turning into a puppy.
But for some inexplicable reason, she felt a little proud—the future big shot, someone to be looked up to, was now being supported and protected by her.
Twenty years from now, if this gets out, it'll be worthy of a news report!
As Ning Yuan pondered this, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile while sipping her soup.
Tsk tsk... To be honest, she felt that she had done pretty well in her life after standing up for herself.
Rong Zhaonan looked at Ning Yuan's smug eyes and the way her little mouth was turned up.
This curly-haired rabbit can be so easily provoked with just a few words; if he were a spy, he'd be the worst performer in the spy training class.
He lowered his long, dark eyelashes and slightly tugged at the corner of his lips.
After the meal, Rong Zhaonan took the initiative to stand up and clean up the dishes, pots, and stove.
Ning Yuan was very satisfied with the results of her "training" of her "roommate".
When two people live in the same house, they have to do the housework together; there's no such thing as one helping the other.
When Rong Zhaonan finished washing the dishes and tidying up in the backyard, he came in wiping his hands with a handkerchief. Ning Yuan was already engrossed in writing her exam paper.
Grandpa Tang happily gave her ten sets of newly published exam papers as a spring gift!
Rong Zhaonan found it somewhat amusing to see her looking so unlucky, biting her pen and deep in thought.
"Oh, right, this is for you." He handed Ning Yuan the small cloth bag he had brought back today.
Ning Yuan was frustrated because she hadn't solved the math problem. She bit her pen and frowned as she looked at the bag in his hand: "What's this?"
Seeing that she didn't intend to take it, Rong Zhaonan took out a few small rolls of cloth from the small cloth bag and placed them on the table.
The fabric of the roll shimmered with a soft, delicate sheen and was covered with a silk label.
Once laid down like this, they scattered into individual triangles...
Ning Yuan was stunned: "This is—???"
Rong Zhaonan said casually, "These are women's underwear. I asked a comrade to bring them over from Hangzhou. They're pure mulberry silk, and I heard they're very comfortable to wear."
Ning Yuan's eyes twitched as she listened: "You...you had your comrade come all the way from Hangzhou to buy me silk underwear? Can you please stop buying random things from so far away??"
Rong Zhaonan looked at her, who seemed completely stunned. What did she mean by buying things randomly? Was she afraid he would buy the wrong size?
He raised an eyebrow and analyzed deftly: "You have a slim waist and are thin, so you should wear a small size, but firstly, I noticed that the underwear you're drying is a bit too big."
He paused, his cool gaze falling on her lower body: "Secondly, your body proportions are unusual, with an excessively thin waist and a large difference between your waist and hips—you should wear a plus size women's clothing; I would never buy the wrong size."
When he was sniping, he never made a mistake in observing the wind direction, distance, and target size!
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