Chapter 39 After all, in this matter, he was the one who initiated it…
The atmosphere between the two plummeted to freezing point. Ning Yiwen was not going to back down on this kind of thing, and Ning Yao, with her stubborn temper, would hold her tongue rather than back down.
The wedding, which should have gone smoothly, has been delayed indefinitely.
In May, news came from Beijing that the higher-ups had agreed to part of the Twenty-One Demands from Japan, causing a sensation throughout Shanghai.
Ning Yao's blood was boiling, and on impulse, she followed her classmates out to the street.
Chanting slogans, marching, and demonstrating.
The entire procession was vast and impressive. Ning Yao was mixed in with them, and she was caught up in the excitement, gradually getting carried away and joining in the frenzy.
It wasn't until she saw someone in front of her angrily throw a bicycle from a passerby to the ground and trample it to pieces that her heart skipped a beat, and she came to her senses.
She's crazy, but not that crazy.
Her family also had bicycles, and she had done some research when buying them; the bike... seemed to be a German brand. But so many people, without any regard for the consequences, smashed the bikes simply because they thought it was a Japanese product.
Ning Yao instantly regained her senses.
She slowed her pace and gradually moved away from the frenzied crowd.
Watching the crowd continue to smash what they perceived as "Japanese" products, Ning Yao felt a strange sense of fear.
Is this the right thing to do?
After Ning Yao completely withdrew from the crowd, she began to reflect. Unexpectedly, she bumped into someone from behind.
"Ning Yao, come with me." A familiar voice rang out.
It is Sun He'an.
Ning Yao turned around, "Brother Sun."
Sun He'an's rugged face remained expressionless; he simply nodded, turned, and disappeared into the alley. Ning Yao followed him.
Unbeknownst to Ning Yao, Ning Yiwen, who had been searching for her for a long time, happened to witness her following Sun He'an away.
Ning Yao followed Sun He'an into the alley. The alley was narrow and somewhat dark, with buildings on both sides blocking the sunlight, so visibility was not high. But Ning Yao didn't feel scared. She had a good sense of direction and had been to this area before. "I think if I go straight along this road and turn left, I'll get to your house?"
Sun He'an, who was walking ahead, paused upon hearing this, "Yes, you have a very good memory."
Actually, this is no longer within the scope of memory, because last time they came they went from east to west, but this time they went in the opposite direction. His house is in the east, and the two of them went from west to east.
Receiving a definite answer relieved Ning Yao considerably; at least she now knew where she was going.
"Thank you, Brother Sun." If it weren't for him, staying in the crowd might not have been a good thing.
Sun He'an wasn't used to such politeness. "No, that's not true." He also wasn't used to being alone with Ning Yao, a woman, and didn't even turn his head when he spoke.
The two chatted idly as they walked through the alley. Just as they were about to turn a corner, Ning Yao sensed footsteps approaching rapidly behind her.
A large hand gripped her wrist.
From the moment she heard the hurried footsteps to the moment her wrist was grabbed, the time was very short. Ning Yao was startled and could only subconsciously bend down, turn around, and try to pull her hand out of the grasp of the person behind her.
With a twist of her wrist, Ning Yao easily pulled her hand away. Her body moved swiftly and gracefully behind Sun He'an.
At the same time, Ning Yiwen's voice came through, "Ning Yao, it's me."
Ning Yao breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at the person who had come, and complained, "Brother Ning, why did you grab my hand without saying a word? You scared me to death."
Sun He'an followed behind and greeted Ning Yiwen, "Hello."
Ning Yiwen's gaze slid over him, then down to Ning Yao behind him. The way Ning Yao and Sun He'an stood one in front of the other was extremely irritating to Ning Yiwen's eyes.
"Aren't you coming over here?"
Ning Yao stepped forward and introduced him with great interest, "Brother Ning, this is..."
“Sun He’an, I know him,” Ning Yiwen said softly. “You introduced him to me once when we were at the police station last time.”
"Well, Brother Ning, your memory is pretty good," Ning Yao said awkwardly.
She wanted to say something more, but Ning Yiwen pulled her behind him.
Ning Yiwen squinted at Sun He'an, "I heard you're a war correspondent."
Upon hearing this, Ning Yao suddenly shuddered.
Sun He'an didn't react much. He assumed it was Ning Yao who said it, and nodded generously, admitting, "Yes."
Ning Yao quickly grabbed Ning Yiwen's sleeve, "Brother Ning, it has nothing to do with him."
Ning Yiwen grabbed the hand that was tugging at the cuff, but he didn't even turn his head. He just said to Sun He'an, "Ning Yao told me that she wants to be a war correspondent."
The tone of voice was flat, yet it evoked many unfounded associations.
Ning Yao, upon hearing these words, felt as if she had been punched hard.
Sun He'an was surprised. He looked at Ning Yao, then back at Ning Yiwen, and said objectively, "It is indeed not very suitable."
After hearing this, Ning Yao was completely deflated.
Ning Yiwen nodded, "Then I'll take Ning Yao back first."
Sun He'an: "Please."
Ning Yiwen then led the silent Ning Yao home.
The two walked without exchanging a single word until they arrived home. Only then did Ning Yiwen release Ning Yao's hand and say, "You were too impulsive today."
"Impulsive?" Ning Yao looked up at Ning Yiwen, her eyes filled with sadness and disappointment. The anger she had been holding back all the way finally exploded at this moment. "So, Brother Ning, you think I've been led astray by the friends I've made outside, is that right?"
The cold war between the two for many days had left Ning Yiwen physically and mentally exhausted. Now that Ning Yao had exploded, the fire in Ning Yiwen's heart was also ignited. "Then tell me, whether it's what you call a war correspondent or your protest today, do you think you did the right thing?"
"So what if it's right? So what if it's wrong?!" Ning Yao shouted, her eyes reddening again, her eyes brimming with tears, instantly extinguishing the fire that had just ignited in Ning Yiwen's heart.
"I just hope you'll consider your own safety first in everything you do." Ning Yiwen's voice softened as he raised his hand to wipe her eyes and sighed, "I didn't say you were wrong."
Ning Yao, who was easily swayed by gentle persuasion but not by force, was taken aback by Ning Yiwen's softened attitude. However, the discomfort in her heart had not subsided, but she could not retaliate, so she could only stubbornly turn her head away.
Ning Yiwen chuckled, stepped forward, took her hand, held it in his palm, and squeezed her slightly chubby palm. "Ning Yao, I was just worried about you."
Ning Yao glanced at him, feeling as if she had punched cotton. It was always like this: whenever she got angry, he would soften and start coaxing her, like coaxing a child.
She's all grown up now!
I'm not a child anymore!
“Brother Ning,” Ning Yao said seriously, “I’m all grown up now. Can you please stop treating me like a child every time?”
Ning Yiwen chuckled, the smile on his lips deepening. "I'm about to marry you, how can you say I'm treating you like a child?"
These same soft, gentle words again left Ning Yao with a lump in her throat, unable to swallow or spit them out.
Ning Yao felt a tightness in her chest and naturally didn't want to look at Ning Yiwen, but since he was still holding her hand, she couldn't easily pull it away. So, she awkwardly turned her head to the side.
At this moment, she and Ning Yiwen stood in the courtyard. Beside her, beside Ning Yiwen, was the osmanthus tree. It was summer, and the osmanthus tree was lush and upright, with a swarm of small ants scurrying about in its brown bark.
Ning Yao's gaze followed the lead ant as it moved upwards step by step.
Then, her cheeks were cupped in two hands, followed by an overwhelming masculine scent as he lowered his head and kissed her.
His palms were burning hot, making her cheeks feel as if they were on fire as well. His lips were repeatedly licked, the soft, wet touch like a series of sparks, sending shivers down her spine.
Ning Yao's pupils widened slightly, her misty eyes staring blankly at the person in front of her. His eyes were closed, his eyelashes curled, and the slight tilt of his head perfectly showcased his jawline.
At this moment, he was exceptionally...alluring.
"Brother Ning..." Ning Yao opened her lips slightly to speak, but was taken advantage of.
Not only that, but their eyes were also covered by a large hand.
The world was plunged into darkness.
The only sound was the faint, delicate noise he made as he stirred things in her mouth, which amplified and amplified in her ears.
A series of sensations—sour, numb, tingling, bloating—overwhelmed her.
At this moment, the hands that were originally on her cheeks were now wrapped around her waist and behind her neck, each holding her tightly in their embrace.
After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yiwen stopped when Ning Yao's legs went weak and she leaned against him. He then pulled her head against his chest, bringing her close to him so she could feel his heartbeat and all his reactions.
He sighed and said, "So, do you still think I treat you like a child?"
"Huh?" Ning Yao's mind was completely blank at this point, and she stared at him with wide, bewildered eyes.
"Heh." Ning Yiwen laughed, the laughter coming from his chest, his deep voice lingering in her ear. He simply bent down, picked her up by the waist, and placed her on the stone table.
He braced his hands against the stone table, encircling her in his arms. "Good girl, Ningyao, be good, okay?"
The sunset had faded, and the sky had darkened. She looked at Ning Yiwen with a cute expression, her arms wrapped around his neck obediently. She didn't know what he was saying, but she nodded softly.
This action pleased him even more. Looking at her encircled in front of his chest, he couldn't help but lean forward and once again capture her slightly swollen lips in front of him.
"Ning Yao".
"Ning Yao".
The man held her tightly in his arms, kissing her again and again, as if in a dream, indulging in wanton abandon.
...
Ning Yao didn't fully wake up until after dinner and a shower, when she was lying alone in bed.
Good heavens! Ning Yao buried her head in the blanket, realizing for the first time what it meant for beauty to be misleading.
However, regarding her inability to control herself, she felt she couldn't entirely blame herself. It must have been because the enemy was too cunning and too skilled.
Thinking of this, Ning Yao's cheeks flushed red again.
Her face must have turned red from being covered by the blanket. She got out of the blanket to let her face come into contact with the air and cool down.
Tomorrow, she must tell Ning Ge that her dream will not change.
Although it was her fault for going back on her word, Ning-ge... can't be said to be entirely without fault, can he? After all, he was the one who used his charm first in this matter.
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