Chapter 50

She wouldn't go back to the village and live with people like Zhiqing Point, Tang Zhenzhen, and Wang Jianhua.Rong Zhaonan watched as she put down her luggage, her determined expression telling him s...Ning Yuan was very puzzled. Didn't he just take a shower Why did he want to take another one

It's almost November now, it's not so hot anymore, right

Ning Yuan sat there for a while, then simply got up and sat down properly. She was about to braid her hair before going to sleep.

She suddenly felt a slight ache in her lower back, so she bent down and lifted her shirt to take a look.

Below the clothes, several long and reddish fingerprints, like some kind of special trace.

Ning Yuan blushed involuntarily after a moment.

She quickly covered her face, then picked up a porcelain cup from the side and drank some water.

I shouldn't have argued with people like that just now. After all, Rong Zhaonan is married now.

In her impression, gossip media later dug up that Rong Zhaonan's wife was also a well-connected second-generation socialite.

One should still remain calm, yes, and avoid worldly desires like marriage or romantic relationships.

Just because the fallen noble has high martial arts skills and good looks, she shouldn't be daydreaming.

Men, once married, all follow the same path: making money, furthering their education, and striving for self-improvement. These are the main goals in their lives.

Getting a boyfriend is not in the plan! Don't let yourself fall into love.

After preparing herself mentally, Ning Yuan thought about her married life in her past life. Her flushed face turned cold.

She let out a soft sigh, got up to blow out the lamp and remove the candle wicks, lay down, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Outside the door, Rong Zhaonan stood watching the lights flicker inside, casting the girl's slender figure in dancing shadows. It outlined her undulating chest and graceful waist.

The late October winds were a bit cool, yet they seemed unable to extinguish some kind of fire.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, which Chen Chen had stuffed into his hand when he left today. As he was leaving, the man secretly pressed two hundred yuan under the teacup.

I don't know if it was given by the old man, or if that kid saved it himself.

Rong Zhaonan lit one and took several puffs, exhaling smoke as if dispelling the sweet fragrance that had clung to the girl's breath just moments ago.

This finally quelled the restlessness deep within.

This, he vaguely understood why some people couldn't resist "sugar-coated bullets."

Men, these things, really... two brains. The lower brain gets dizzy, and it's easy for the upper brain to get dizzy too.

He let out a scoff, took another two hard drags from his cigarette, and ground it out on the ground.

Rong Zhaonan raised his eyes to look at the sky like black velvet, his gaze slowly returned to its coldness, and he turned to go to the bathroom.

A few buckets of cold water poured from head to toe, extinguishing the fire and anxiety in my heart.

By the time he had dried his hair, the lights in the room were already off.

He didn't blame Ning Yuan for turning off the lights early. Instead, he felt a strange sense of relief; at least he wouldn't have to see her smiling face.

Entered the room, gazing at the graceful figure undulating on the bed.

Róng Zhāo Nán's ears twitched, and he could keenly hear her uneven breaths, knowing that Ning Yuán wasn't asleep yet.

Rong Zhaonan fell silent for a moment, took a sip of water, and with a light leap, flitted past her like a ghost, landing on the inside of the bed.

Apart from a slight wobble in the bed frame and a barely audible squeak, there was almost no movement.

Níng Yuán closed her eyes, but she was nonetheless astonished in her heart.

That's why he hasn't made any noise coming in and out before.

I felt the person behind me lie down. In the darkness, it was as if all my senses were heightened.

Ning Yuan even felt she could smell the warmth of his breath mingled with water vapor, spreading bit by bit and permeating her thin pajamas.

A thought flashed through his mind—him pinning her beneath him, his usually cold eyes gleaming with amusement as he looked at her.

She couldn't help but bite her lower lip, closing her eyes even tighter.

Well, sleep, sleep, long-term love hurts the wallet...

......

The two people, each with their own thoughts, didn't know how they fell asleep.

The next day, Ning Yuan only felt a little haggard. She looked in the mirror and sure enough saw two small dark circles under her eyes.

Well, it's not too bad.and quickly sent them off.Ning Yuan looked at the marriage certificate printed with the leader's quotations, suppressing her racing heart, and walked out of the office with Huazi.Out the door, she fin...