Chapter 49 Chapter 49 Isn't that two days later?
Ning Yiwen sensed Ning Yao's surprise. When he looked down at her, his calm, deep eyes instantly softened, and he asked earnestly, "What's wrong?"
At the same time, Zhao Yishi's gaze also fell on Ning Yao.
Ning Yao stared blankly at Ning Yiwen. His lips curved into a smile, displaying his most humble demeanor. Yet, beneath that humble appearance seemed to lie a barely perceptible pain. At the same time, she felt the burning gaze emanating from Zhao Yishi…
The story Zhao Yishi told her last night about Yu Wang echoed in her mind. She imagined Ning Ge must be feeling bad too.
Thinking this, Ning Yao gripped Ning Yiwen's hand tightly, her voice carrying a hint of feigned ease, "Brother Ning, I'm hungry."
Ning Yiwen paused for a moment, a gentle light flashing in his eyes, and then smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll go cook."
Having said that, he didn't even glance at Zhao Yishi before heading straight into the kitchen.
Watching his retreating figure as he headed towards the kitchen, Zhao Yishi lingered closer to Ning Yao, "Miss Ning Yao, look, Yiwen is like this..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ning Yao interrupted him with her raised hand.
“I’m sorry,” Ning Yao said, her gaze fixed and her face showing a troubled expression, “there’s a life involved… I can’t help you with this.”
She didn't know if Ning would agree with her if she spoke up, but she didn't want to. She always wanted to respect Ning's choices.
Zhao Yishi was already quite annoyed by Ning Yiwen's lukewarm attitude, but he held back for the time being, hoping that Ning Yao could smooth things over.
Upon hearing Ning Yao's clear refusal, Zhao Yishi could no longer hold back and roared in fury, "Fine, fine, fine!" He pointed at her with his index finger, "You two are truly a perfect match. I went through so much trouble to find you, bring you back to Shanghai, and reunite you, and this is how you treat me!"
Zhao Yishi's voice was loud, drawing Ning Yiwen out of the kitchen. Seeing Zhao Yishi yelling at Ning Yao, Ning Yiwen shouted angrily, "Zhao Yishi, who are you taking your anger out on!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yishi turned around and said in despair, "At her! At you! At all of you! Is that enough?"
"Never mind, Brother Shi..." Lin Wang tried to pull him back, but he waved his hand away.
"I said, who am I working so hard for? I've done so much, following you around for over a year, have I said anything? I wanted you to return to the literary society, was that for my own sake? Why should all of us have to take the blame for Yu Wang's decision? Huh? Huh?" Zhao Yishi's voice grew louder with each word.
"Look what the Jianghe Literary Society has become. It doesn't even have a decent leader. It might as well just disband."
The only sound in the courtyard was his angry voice. He roared and howled like a trapped beast.
Zhao Yishi's anger failed to affect Ning Yiwen.
He walked forward and stood in front of Zhao Yishi. His eyes were expressionless, and he coldly said, "Then disband." His voice was as cold as winter frost.
Zhao Yishi's eyes widened in anger as he looked at Ning Yiwen, "You..."
Ning Yiwen continued, "Back then, I was an indirect murderer of Yu Wang. Weren't you all murderers too? Everyone who didn't stop him is a murderer. You still think it was just Yu Wang's own decision." At this point, Ning Yiwen sneered, "Your blood is colder than I imagined."
"I'm cold-blooded?" Zhao Yishi pointed at himself, then at Ning Yao. "If I were cold-blooded, would I be able to bring people back? Let me tell you, Ning Yiwen, anyone can call me cold-blooded, but not you!"
Having said that, he was too lazy to argue anymore. He took Lin Wang's hand and led him out of the courtyard.
When they left, they slammed the gate of the courtyard shut with a loud bang.
"Bang……!"
Ning Yao shuddered, turned to look at Ning Yiwen, walked towards him, took his clenched fist, and asked, "Brother Ning, are you alright?"
Ning Yiwen's eyes darkened, and he shook his head at Ning Yao, "I'm fine, I'll continue preparing food for you. You should go back to your room first. Also, the study has been converted into Uncle Zhao's room, so if you want to find books, you can go to my room."
After saying that, he went back to the kitchen on his own.
As Ning Yao watched his retreating figure as he went back to the kitchen, her heart felt heavy. She always felt that he had too many things on his mind.
With Ning Yiwen gone, only Uncle Zhao and Ning Yao remained in the courtyard.
Uncle Zhao glanced cautiously at Ning Yao and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Miss Ning Yao..."
Ning Yao smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, it's nothing, it's my own fault." She wanted to buy the courtyard at the time, but she was so secretive that she didn't even want to give an alias.
If she had simply mentioned "Ding Xunwen," Uncle Zhao would have known it was her, and she and Ning Yiwen wouldn't have needed to go through such a long and complicated process to meet again.
Although Ning Yao didn't mind anymore, Uncle Zhao still felt very guilty and explained a lot, going on and on, which made Ning Yao's head spin.
He left with the words, "I'll go see what Brother Ning is busy with in the kitchen..." and hurriedly went into the kitchen.
The kitchen was a bit warm, the flames in the stove were leaping, and a chicken was simmering on the stove.
Ning Yiwen was watching the fire, and the flames reflected on his deep-set face, making him look indescribably handsome.
Ning Yao mustered her courage, reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and peeked out from behind him, saying, "Brother Ning, this fire seems to be getting a bit too big, doesn't it?"
She could tell he was lost in thought.
Ning Yiwen snapped out of her daze, her left hand instinctively gripping the small hands around her waist. She listened intently to the sounds coming from the pot, then smiled and said, "It seems so."
He then began to remove the firewood from the stove that had not yet burned completely.
Seeing that Ning Yiwen didn't make any other moves, Ning Yao simply leaned her head against his back and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Ning, you seem to have something on your mind."
Ning Yiwen paused for a moment, but didn't hide anything, simply giving a soft "hmm".
Ning Yao pursed her lips. "Is it because of Yu Wang, who died?"
Ning Yiwen fell silent and simply nodded.
Ning Yao wanted to ask, but didn't know where to begin, so she changed the subject, "When are we getting married?"
Ning Yiwen tightened his left hand and slowly said, "When do you want to?"
"The sooner the better!" Ning Yao said without any shyness. "I think we can do it tomorrow!"
Ning Yiwen couldn't hold back any longer. He turned around, looked at Ning Yao's radiant face, and teased, "If we get married tomorrow, you'll only be my little black-faced bride."
Ning Yao: ? ? ?
She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her face, "Am I that dark now?"
But when he looked down and saw his hands clasped together with Ning Yiwen's, he fell silent.
Judging from the skin on her hands, they were indeed two shades darker than his.
Ning Yao: "..."
So annoying.
He muttered, "So, do you dislike the dark-skinned bride?"
She thought, if he said he disliked it, then... After thinking it over and over, it seemed like she couldn't do anything.
She couldn't bear to talk about him, scold him, or leave him.
Ning Yiwen shook his head with a smile, "Ning Yao, you've regressed."
Ning Yao was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"
“If I had said this to you three years ago, you would definitely have arranged a pretty boy groom for me.” Ning Yiwen looked at Ning Yao’s stunned face, his eyes full of laughter.
Ning Yao finally realized he was teasing her, and couldn't help but roll her eyes, muttering, "That's too much. I can't bear to say anything to you now."
She thought that Ning-ge would probably never understand the feeling of losing something and then getting it back.
Although her voice was soft and the kitchen was quiet, Ning Yiwen could still hear it completely, and his heart immediately melted.
He couldn't help but pull her into his arms and coax her softly, "I'll have Uncle Zhao find someone to calculate an auspicious date soon, and we'll choose a good day to get married, how about that?"
"Okay." Ning Yao nodded obediently.
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The next day, the sun shone brightly, and the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, which was even more lush than three years ago, was covered with golden osmanthus blossoms. The blossoms fell to the ground, filling the courtyard with their fragrance.
Ning Yao got up very early, stood at the door and stretched, taking a deep breath of the osmanthus fragrance. She saw Uncle Zhao just coming in from the courtyard gate and greeted him with a smile, "Uncle Zhao, so early? Where have you been?"
Zhao Bo's wrinkled face scrunched up into a wide smile. "I've had someone calculate a good date. The closest one is September 28th."
"So soon..." Ning Yao was caught off guard. "Isn't that in two days?"
Although she was anxious, two days... wasn't that too rushed?
"How could that be?" Uncle Zhao said with a smile. "I've already asked. Registering for marriage will be done in no time. We can even take a picture next door as a memento."
Registering. Ning Yao immediately came to her senses. Registering wasn't like having a wedding, where they could just go whenever they were free.
From this perspective, it doesn't seem to be in a huge rush.
He nodded, "Okay, then September 28th it is!"
After looking left and right but not seeing Ning Yiwen, he asked curiously, "Brother Ning, you haven't gotten up yet?"
Uncle Zhao said, "I left home very early in the morning, before dawn."
Ning Yao said "Oh", "Then I'll go to Brother Ning's room to find some books to read."
She didn't want to spend too much time alone with Uncle Zhao. He was an old man, and he was very talkative, which she didn't like to listen to.
He turned around and slipped into Ning Yiwen's room.
Ning Yiwen's room was still the same room, with almost no change in the furnishings. The only difference was that a bookcase had been added to the wall to the left of the bed, which was filled with many books.
Ning Yao felt a little nostalgic; it had been a long time since she had had the leisure and peace of mind to sit down and read a book properly.
Thinking this, Ning Yao stepped forward, past the desk, and approached the bookshelf.
Her hand inadvertently bumped into a sandalwood box next to Ning Yiwen's desk.
The box fell to the ground with a "thud," and two paper cranes fell out.
Ning Yao lowered her head and quickly bent down to pick up the box and paper crane.
When she picked up the paper crane, she could tell that one was relatively new and the other was quite old.
The old one... looks a bit like the one Ning Ge pulled out of her pocket yesterday; it's a letter she wrote when she went abroad, pouring out her heart.
At that time, she was too embarrassed to give it to him directly, so she hung it in the study, hoping that Ning-ge would find it on his own one day.
The other one… Ning Yao thought for a moment, then picked it up and examined it carefully in her palm.
The origami technique... She took out the paper crane she had taken from Lin Wang from her bosom and compared it carefully. She could see the same technique on the folds. It turned out that Ning Ge had folded them.
Ning Yao blinked, and as if possessed, she opened the new paper crane in the box.
Sure enough, there were words inside.
“Ning Yao, seeing this letter is like seeing you in person…” It was written to her.
With this thought in mind, Ning Yao continued reading with a clear conscience.
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Author's Note: [Lop-eared Rabbit Head] is coming to an end. Preparing a new story. Could you lovely readers please add my new story to your favorites' reading list?
The new text is as follows:
Arranged marriage, love blossoms | The female lead loves her career, the male lead loves the female lead's love | The female lead's entrepreneurial story of rising from A5 to A8
"We're not a good match."
Tang Wan stared at her boyfriend in disbelief, "We've been together for four years, and now you're telling me at the Civil Affairs Bureau that we're not a good match?"
On her wedding day, Tang Wan was dumped by her scumbag boyfriend.
She should have been secretly heartbroken, but as soon as she stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she saw a super handsome guy.
The man stood at the corner of the Civil Affairs Bureau, head down, smoking.
A white shirt and black trousers couldn't hide the air of arrogance emanating from him.
She realized that her ex-boyfriend was right; they really weren't a good match.
Tang Wan mustered her courage and stepped forward, wanting to get to know the man, but the words that came out of her mouth were incoherent:
"Handsome guy, how about we get married?"
Tang Wan was killed on the spot. She wanted to turn around and leave, but the man grabbed her wrist.
The man asked her, "Really, are you going to marry me?"
Tang Wan, the most stubborn woman in the entire group, nodded, thinking the man would refuse, but to her surprise, the man finally said, "Okay."
The Civil Affairs Bureau was right next door, and the two fresh little red certificates were quickly issued.
Tang Wan smiled, inwardly cursing, "Why don't you need a household registration book to get married anymore?"
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Jiang Yang is handsome, arrogant, ruthless, and has a sharp eye. In just three years, he has become one of the most untouchable figures in the business world.
Countless women have fallen for him, yet he has never laid a hand on them.
Everyone thought that no woman could move him.
It wasn't until a passerby took a picture and said that the couple in the photo were her dream couple that she realized how true it was.
Business people from all walks of life: Shocked.jpg
It was Jiang Yang, carrying a woman on his back. His eyes were gentle, and a smile played on his lips.
Good heavens, is this still the same Jiang Yang they know, the decisive and ruthless one?
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Tang Wan: "You are so beautiful. If I had seen you before, I would never have forgotten you."
Jiang Yang smiled and remained silent.
Inner monologue: You little liar.
I've accompanied her to mountains and seas, and we even shared a hug. Yet, she still doesn't remember me.
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