Ning Yuan shrugged, her tone nonchalant: "Since there's no evidence, let's wait until you have it before we talk."
She paused, then said, "If I say that Cha Mei-ling isn't clean, does Inspector Zhou expect me to provide evidence? Mind your own business and your good fiancée's business is none of your concern!"
Seeing Zhou Yan's face darken instantly, Ning Yuan's smile was cold and indifferent. "Congratulations, Zhou Sir. Your fiancée is so capable. Remember to come to my wedding and give her a big red envelope."
Then, she glanced at the distance and said, "Alright, my future husband is coming to pick me up. It would be best if Mr. Zhou didn't show up here, lest my husband and your fiancée... have any unnecessary misunderstandings."
Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them.
He suddenly reached out and covered Ning Yuan's mouth, then swiftly and decisively shoved her behind a thick pillar.
Ning Yuan was caught off guard and didn't expect him to be so crazy. She instinctively tried to struggle.
But Zhou Yan seemed to have anticipated her every move, and each attack precisely blocked her offensive, countering her moves and firmly suppressing her.
Ning Yuan, her mouth covered and her hand pressed against a pillar, felt her heart pounding.
Zhou Yan's breath sprayed onto her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.
The fougère scent emanating from him, mixed with a faint tobacco aroma, enveloped her, causing her to frown uncomfortably.
She could clearly feel the dangerous aura emanating from him, like an enraged beast that might devour her at any moment.
She was furious, but unable to make a sound.
That bastard!
At this moment, Ning Bing'an came out of the bathroom but did not see Ning Yuan.
He was a little puzzled, so he raised his voice and looked around: "Little sister, where are you? The car is here."
Zhou Yan looked down at Ning Yuan, who was struggling in his arms, and remained unmoved. He said in a very low voice, "You better behave yourself, or I can't guarantee what I might do, sister-in-law!"
Ning Yuan felt his hand on her waist moving upwards, and she froze, unable to move.
Ning Bing'an didn't see Ning Yuan, but he wasn't in a hurry. He just stood there, looked down at the time on his watch, and waited silently.
At this moment, his assistant jogged over and reported in a low voice: "Young Master An, the newly arrived pastry samples have been properly placed in the Regent Hotel's private kitchen as you instructed."
Ning Bing'an replied calmly, "Okay, I understand. However, I might not have time to go see it tonight. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Tell the people over there to keep a close eye on things and make sure nothing goes wrong."
The assistant quickly assured him, "Don't worry, Mr. An, your private kitchen has always had double security, with fingerprint locks and 24-hour guards. Not even a fly can get in."
Ning Yuan heard it clearly from behind the pillar, and her brows furrowed.
Snack samples? What kind of snacks are so precious that they need to be guarded by special personnel and have fingerprint locks?
She also saw the so-called "private kitchen" when she went to Regent, which was full of various ingredients for making desserts and high-end kitchen equipment.
But there are indeed fingerprint locks. Now that I think about it, is it really necessary for a kitchen that makes desserts?
Ning Bing'an waved for his assistant to go back first, then turned and walked towards the venue: "I'll go to the venue to look for Xiaomei, I don't know if she's gone back yet."
As soon as Ning Bing'an's figure disappeared around the corner, Ning Yuan immediately struggled, trying to break free from Zhou Yan's grip.
But Zhou Yan seemed to have anticipated her move, and he tightened his grip, holding her firmly in his arms.
He lowered his head, his warm breath brushing against her ear, tinged with a hint of teasing: "It's strange, isn't it? What kind of dessert would require someone as busy as Ning Bing'an to specially arrange for someone to keep a close watch on it? Does he really enjoy making desserts that much?"
Ning Yuan struggled for a moment, but Zhou Yan's hot breath sprayed on her ear, making her feel hot all over, yet she couldn't move.
He whispered in her ear, his voice low but clear enough to reach Ning Yuan's ears: "My intelligence indicates that... Ning Bing'an was involved in arms dealing when he was in the United States."
Ning Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and the scene of their first meeting flashed through her mind—
In the interrogation room, Zhou Yan's cold face and his resounding question, "Did you know that besides smuggling antiques, that dock also transports weapons?"
Seemingly noticing Ning Yuan's stunned expression, he continued slowly and deliberately, "Sister-in-law, those weapons were brought into the port through the same dock where you picked up Uncle Si's goods last time."
Ning Yuan turned her head with all her might, as if she wanted to say something.
Zhou Yan released her hand, but the moment she turned around, he grabbed her slender waist, lowered his head, and kissed her fiercely.
The kiss came so suddenly that Ning Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, and her whole body trembled.
She placed her hands on Zhou Yan's chest, trying with all her might to push him away: "Ugh... what are you doing!"
However, Zhou Yan was like a wild and untamed tiger, fiercely and domineeringly invading her lips and teeth, giving her no chance to breathe.
"Ugh!" Ning Yuan was furious. She raised her right hand high and slapped it hard at Zhou Yan's cheek.
A crisp slap echoed in the air, but Zhou Yan remained unmoved, instead deepening the forceful kiss.
Ning Yuan was trembling with anger. She raised her leg and kicked Zhou Yan's shin, but he nimbly dodged it with a sidestep.
Not to be outdone, she kicked several more times, but Zhou Yan swiftly and decisively clamped her legs between his own, rendering her unable to move.
The two were entangled, their movements resembling both a fierce fight and a passionate kiss.
Ning Yuan pounded and punched Zhou Yan's chest with her hands, but Zhou Yan ignored her and instead hugged her even tighter.
His lips and tongue forcefully pried open hers, wantonly stealing her breath.
"Little sister?!" Ning Bing'an's cold voice rang out behind them, tinged with anger.
Ning Yuan froze, then bit Zhou Yan hard.
Zhou Yan groaned in pain, and a sweet, metallic taste spread between their lips and teeth.
He finally let go completely, but his hand still lingered loosely around her waist, like a lurking beast ready to attack again at any moment.
Ning Yuan, both angry and embarrassed, pushed him away: "Let go!"
Ning Bing'an swiftly pulled her behind him, glaring at Zhou Yan with a wary expression, his gaze behind his glasses sharp as a knife: "Zhou Yan, what do you want to do?!"
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