Chapter 52 A beast? She'd only just gotten up!
In the dim light, the two men held their cups together, their eyes locked, so close that they could see the fine downy hairs on each other's faces.
Ning Yao's heart was pounding rapidly.
She blinked, looking at him. His wrist, holding the glass, was steady, and his eyes were clear and bright, making it impossible to tell whether he was drunk or not.
Ning Yao brought the cup closer and took a small sip. The wine wasn't good; it was slightly spicy and a bit pungent. But thinking it was a toast to the deceased, she took another sip. It took three small sips to finish the wine in the cup.
She doesn't like drinking alcohol, and she didn't drink much during her meal.
But Ning Yiwen drank quite a bit. She couldn't help but wonder, could Brother Ning be a hidden alcoholic?
After all, the person opposite her had already downed the drink in one gulp and had been waiting for her in that position.
"Finished drinking?"
Ning Yao nodded. She wasn't drunk yet, but one glass of wine had left her feeling slightly tipsy.
She had barely nodded when the man swept her up in his arms.
Ning Yao instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice weak, "Brother Ning, put me down, I'm afraid you're drunk and won't be able to walk steadily..."
Ning Yiwen noticed a slight daze in her eyes and chuckled to himself, thinking, "It's not me who's fainted." But he didn't say anything. He picked her up and, with a few strides, the two returned to the room.
His room.
Ning Yao jolted awake, her half-closed eyes widening as she gripped the clothes on his shoulders tightly with both hands.
Sure enough, he put her on the bed.
The mattress was newly changed to red, and even the bed curtains were red. This red hue distracted Ning Yao quite a bit.
Her eyes lingered on the vast expanse of red, and she sighed, "Brother Ning, you've done so much! How did you even arrange all this?"
She did nothing, not even thinking of inviting her own friends.
The atmosphere, which should have been incredibly romantic, stopped Ning Yiwen, who was about to pounce on him, upon hearing these words.
He could barely hear her, no more than a fist's width away.
His breath, tinged with the scent of alcohol, brushed against her face as he whispered, "Do you like it?"
Ning Yao nodded, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling. "I like it."
Ning Yiwen smiled and asked, "What do you like?"
"I like you!" As if to prove that what she said was true, Ning Yao opened her eyes, sat up straight, leaned forward, and smacked him on the side of his cheek. "I like you so much."
The flame in Ning Yiwen's eyes was instantly ignited.
"If you like it, you should do it this way. I'll teach you." He tilted his head and began to savor her lips as if they were a delicious dish.
Their breathing began to become erratic...
"Have you learned it?" After an unknown amount of time, Ning Yiwen stepped back and looked at Ning Yao, who was now completely dazed and disoriented, her face flushed red, whether from embarrassment or drunkenness, he couldn't tell.
Ning Yao: ? ? ? What is she going to learn?
The man understood her look, but deliberately said, "Didn't you learn it? Then let's try again."
Ning Yiwen was more unrestrained this time.
He pinched her chin, pressed his lips to hers, and brazenly swept over every corner of her mouth.
Ning Yao went limp and could only collapse on him, panting. She felt a slight pain even in the back of her tongue.
"Have you learned it?"
Ning Yao blinked, her mind a complete mess, and nodded dazedly, "I've learned it."
She didn't know what to learn, but she had a feeling that things might not go well if she didn't learn it.
Ning Yiwen coaxed in a low, husky voice, "Then give it a try. You do it."
Holding her, he turned around and instantly found himself in a woman-on-top position.
Ning Yao was momentarily dazed, then stared blankly at the person beneath her. "Me?"
What's coming?
She recalled the book she had secretly read yesterday, the actions of the two little figures in it, and then looked at the figure beneath her with its hands outstretched, letting her do as she pleased. She couldn't help but swallow hard, wanting to start, but not knowing where to begin.
But over the years, what she has learned most is that you can't back down.
Ning Yao's gaze moved down from his dark, emotionless eyes to his straight, prominent nose, his thin lips now red and glistening, his delicate chin, and the unbuttoned collar revealing his translucent white collarbone beneath the loose collar...
Everything about it was so beautiful that her gaze grew increasingly intense.
Let's give it a try.
Ning Yao lowered her head and chose the spot that interested her the most...
*
The next day, bright sunlight streamed obliquely into the room through the window.
Ning Yao opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was the ceiling of her bed. There was no one beside her, and her whole body felt like it was falling apart. Her back and waist ached so much that she wondered if she had been beaten up last night.
As she stood up and saw the sunlight on the ground, the drowsiness in her mind slowly dissipated, and the absurdity of the previous night suddenly returned to her mind...
This is outrageous. Ning Yao covered her eyes, thinking. How could she...?
Thinking of this, Ning Yao quickly patted her forehead, telling herself to stop thinking about it, or she would probably have to stay in bed all day.
Ning Yao got up, changed her clothes, and after a while, when she was able to get used to the discomfort, she left the room.
Sure enough, the sun was already setting, and it was past two in the afternoon.
"She's awake." Ning Yiwen heard the voice, came out of the study, and sure enough, saw Ning Yao standing at the door of the room.
He stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and asked, "Is anything bothering you?"
Ning Yao's face immediately turned red, but then she thought about how many times she had said "enough" last night, and how this person kept coaxing her with "one more time" and "the last time." She couldn't help but look away and hummed, "I'm hungry."
Ning Yiwen nodded and smiled, "I know, I've warmed some porridge on the stove, I'll go get it."
After Ning Yao awkwardly finished two bowls of porridge, she realized that someone seemed to be missing from the courtyard.
"Where's Uncle Zhao? Did he go out?"
Ning Yiwen shook his head, "Uncle Zhao left with Zhao Yishi."
Uncle Zhao came here to help him guard the house. Now that he's back, and Ning Yao is back too, the young couple is living together, so Uncle Zhao naturally knows to avoid them and plans to go back to his hometown to visit.
Ning Yao nodded. "So Zhao Yishi and the others left too? They went back to Beijing?"
Ning Yiwen: "Yes, I delivered it this morning."
"So, Ning-ge, why don't you want to go back to Jianghe Literature Society?" Perhaps because the two had become closer, Ning Yao blinked and asked the question she had been curious about for a long time.
Ning Yiwen's smile faded slightly, and his voice deepened as he said, "Let me tell you a story."
The protagonist of the story is Yu Wang.
When Ning Yiwen met Yu Wang, Ning Yiwen was only thirteen years old. He encountered a boy of about ten years old who was being cornered in an alley by a group of people. That boy was Yu Wang.
Yu Wang has had a bad temper since he was a child. That time, he provoked an entire class because of what he said. The group of students couldn't stand it, so they blocked him in the alley after school.
He saved Yu Wang.
At this point, Ning Yiwen smiled and reminisced, "Yu Wang's temper has never changed since he was a child. He told me that he's been cornered so many times, but he's thick-skinned and not afraid."
When he heard Yu Wang's name, he had a premonition that he was the person who would stir up a storm in the literary world more than ten years later. The name and the temperament matched perfectly.
“After that, Yu Wang and I became good friends. However, when I was fifteen, Yu Wang’s family moved to Nanjing, but I didn’t plan to leave Shanghai. So we became pen pals, exchanging letters every month. Later, Yu Wang went to Beijing and joined the Jianghe Literary Society. It was also he who recommended me to join the Jianghe Literary Society.”
At this point, Ning Yiwen gave a wry smile, "Perhaps I was too arrogant. I encouraged Yu Wang to found the Jianghe Daily in Beijing."
Ning Yao could hear the distress in his voice. She took his clenched fist on the table and comforted him, "You can't predict the future, it's not your fault."
Ning Yiwen shook his head. He was reborn, which gave him the ability to foresee the future.
He knew that the Jianghe Daily would rise to fame in the future, and he also knew about many things that would happen in the future, and even more so about the impending war! At that time, he just felt that since he was going to start the newspaper sooner or later, it shouldn't matter if he did it sooner.
Ning Yiwen didn't say these words, but continued to tell the story between him and Yu Wang.
“Yu Wang and I have done many things with the newspaper. Articles are just one of them. Jianghe Daily has also done things like stirring up people’s hearts and creating public opinion.” Ning Yiwen was very frank. He looked at Ning Yao and asked, “Don’t you think I’m a despicable person too?”
He stole the fruits of Yu Wang's future and used his prophecy to befriend many people, leading them to pave the way for him.
He acquired money and power more than a decade earlier than in his previous life.
“How could that be?” Ning Yao frowned. “Brother Ning, your Jianghe Daily has published so many excellent articles, pointing out the way for many people, and there’s also the Communist Manifesto…”
Ning Yao was interrupted by Ning Yiwen's cold laugh before she could finish speaking. "Yes, The Communist Manifesto."
An article that shouldn't have been circulated so early showed him what it means to be a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
“You know, the Jianghe Daily owes its existence to it,” Ning Yiwen said dejectedly.
In the mighty torrent of history, he, a man who had been fortunate enough to awaken and know the future, actually thought he could transcend history and even fantasized about changing it!
Because of his idea, the entire Jianghe Daily was shut down, investigated, and its staff were arrested. Even Yu Wang, who should have been living a good life, died in his place.
Ning Yiwen admitted that when he learned about this, he panicked.
Ning Yao is gone, and Yu Wang is dead. They've even dragged so many people down with them.
For a long time, he couldn't sleep at night.
Every night before I fall asleep, I can't help but think that it's all because of him! I thought I had everything under control. In the end, it was the people closest to me who were hurt.
Later, finding Ning Yao became his only obsession.
What does the future have to do with him?
“But Brother Ning,” Ning Yao sighed, seeing him lost in deep self-blame, she couldn’t help but move to his side and hug him, saying, “You didn’t mean it. Life is unpredictable, how can everything go as you wish?”
Ning Yiwen understood what she meant and said self-deprecatingly, "You can't erase your mistakes with just one sentence like 'it wasn't intentional'."
Ning Yao shook her head, resting her head against his chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat. After a while, she stood up, placed her hand on his chest, and said, "But this place tells me. It says it was indeed an unintentional mistake. And, Brother Ning, blaming yourself won't change anything."
Seeing that Ning Yiwen remained silent, Ning Yao pursed her lips and said, "Besides, Brother Ning, if you really feel guilty, why don't you consider doing something?"
Ning Yiwen: "I did some. But it's probably still not enough."
He gave all the money he had saved to the families of those who suffered.
“Then let’s continue.” Ning Yao opened her eyes, her gaze clear. “You can also fulfill their unfinished wishes.”
At the same time, Ning Yiwen recalled Yu Wang's words from back then: "I, Yu Wang, will make everyone know the good name of Yu Sansi in the future!"
He was stunned. He looked down at Ning Yao in his arms, who was still trying to comfort him.
He couldn't help but tighten his embrace, his eyes regaining their light, his heart surging with emotion, "So that's how it is! Ning Yao, you're amazing!"
"That's right." Having comforted the person and received praise, Ning Yao's eyes sparkled. "So, how does Brother Ning plan to reward me?"
Ning Yiwen's three-year-long inner conflict vanished, and his mind was now clear. Seeing her happy expression, he asked, "Have you finished eating?"
"Have you finished eating?" Ning Yao was a little confused; why did the conversation suddenly turn to food?
Ning Yiwen nodded, "It's good that you're eating well."
He picked her up and said, "Then I'll reward you properly by doing it myself."
Ning Yao: !!! What a beast! She just got up!
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