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Psst! We're moving!
Ying Jing’s voice message was too loud, so Chu Ning held her phone farther away, her brows furrowed in distaste.
Just as she was about to reply, the doorbell rang.
Chu Ning was startled, quickly gathered the messy items on the table, and then hastily threw them into the bedroom. Slipping on her slippers, she peered through the peephole and immediately relaxed.
“I thought it was someone else,” Chu Ning said, opening the door.
Guan Yu walked in, holding a bag of large bread. “Who did you think it was?”
She changed her shoes, walking barefoot to the living room, tossing the bag of bread casually, then went to the kitchen for water.
Chu Ning found a new pair of slippers for her, handing them over. “Why have you been so elusive lately?”
Guan Yu scoffed, rather disdainfully. “Clearly, you’re the one who’s been traveling everywhere, and you’re blaming me. How was Danba, was it fun?”
Chu Ning had sent her many beautiful landscape photos back then, and it was obvious who she was with.
Guan Yu pointed at the bread on the table. “The one you usually eat, freshly made.”
The whole house was filled with a faint milky scent. Chu Ning rummaged through the bread, feeling in a good mood. “It was fun, really beautiful. You should go see it sometime too.”
“I don’t have the chance, I don’t have a boyfriend there.”
Chu Ning glanced at her, a smile still on her lips.
Guan Yu leaned in and sniffed. “Tsk, you smell like romance.”
“And I’m a romantic fairy,” Chu Ning retorted, calling her exaggerated.
Guan Yu giggled, pulling back, scrutinizing her from top to bottom, drawing out her words mischievously: “Oh, you’re even perkier now.”
Chu Ning spat crisply! “Pervert.”
Guan Yu lived up to her reputation, even extending her hand pretentiously. “Let me feel.”
Chu Ning dodged swiftly. “Not as big as yours.”
The two laughed and played. After that bout, Guan Yu complained about the heat, lowered the room temperature a bit, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, drinking iced water, chatting idly, showing no signs of anything amiss.
Chu Ning picked a piece of bread and sat beside her, eating it, casually asking, “Hey, you haven’t had any problems recently, have you?”
“No, nothing.”
“Don’t mind me saying this, but if you have something, don’t bear it alone. Speaking out might bring more people to help find a solution.”
Guan Yu scoffed. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Chu Ning looked at her, always direct, and said, “Did you borrow money from Feng Ziyang?”
This was a private matter, and for anyone else, asking this would indeed be inappropriate. But she and Guan Yu were not ordinary friends. Chu Ning was emotionally distant, a very difficult person to confide in, whether in love or friendship.
In Guan Yu’s words, she exuded an air of sexual indifference from inside out, keeping people at bay.
But if she truly regarded you as her own, then she would naturally bare her heart without hesitation.
Guan Yu raised an eyebrow. “Feng Ziyang really does favor you, telling you everything.”
“Don’t be sarcastic. He meant no harm, and he’s not stingy, he’s purely concerned.” Chu Ning bit into half a piece of bread, her cheeks puffed, and swallowed before continuing: “Why did you suddenly need so much money? Are you covering your stock margins again?”
Guan Yu smiled frankly. “No more covering. Didn’t I invest in a Tmall store? The initial operations were pretty good, but it’s definitely losing money at the beginning, so it was just for cash flow. But it’s fine now, I’ve recovered.”
Chu Ning had heard about this. Unlike her, Guan Yu wasn’t singularly focused on one business. This person was naturally restless and liked to dabble in many things, operating flexibly and cashing out quickly. She seemed flighty and unreliable, but with her small ventures, she had indeed accumulated a lot of money.
Not comparable to large capital, but more than enough for a woman to spend on herself.
Seeing her so candid, Chu Ning also felt relieved. “As long as you understand the ins and outs. But, if you really need money, tell me first.”
“Got it! Rich lady!” Guan Yu raised an eyebrow. “But you have a young boyfriend to support now, so the pressure must be immense, right?”
“Get lost, he doesn’t need me to support him.” Chu Ning’s eyes couldn’t hide her pride. “You don’t know how amazing he is. He quietly participates in all sorts of competitions, and his personal fortune is especially full.”
Guan Yu smiled, her expression calm. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Chu Ning rarely showed such genuine emotion. “Our little Jing’er is really sweet.”
Guan Yu immediately rubbed her arm. “I can’t stand it!”
She didn’t stay long at Chu Ning’s place before preparing to leave. Chu Ning called out, “Wait.”
Then she went back to the bedroom, and when she came out, she handed her a rough linen bag with a woven charm inside.
“I bought it in Danba. The old lady is over eighty and almost blind. It’s not easy for her to make a living doing handicrafts. They say it brings peace and safety, so it’s for you.”
Guan Yu quite liked it, feeling the front and back, then held it in her palm, blowing a kiss into the air. “Thanks, Ning’er!”
Chu Ning lifted her chin. “Go on now.”
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Two days later, Ying Jing returned to Beijing from Xingcheng.
Chu Ning specifically left work early to pick him up. Before getting out of the car, she touched up her makeup, specifically outlining her lips to be a vibrant red. She smacked her lips twice, like a flower. Today, she was dressed casually, not even wearing high heels, opting for white sneakers, jeans, and a loose, thin boyfriend-style trench coat. Her hair was tied up, making her look incredibly youthful.
At the same time, on the platform, the train doors hissed open, and the first person to burst out was like a small rocket, rushing out with fierce momentum.
Ying Jing stood out in the crowd, quite striking.
Chu Ning had just been pacing and counting beats. Looking up again, she saw Ying Jing five meters away.
He grinned, his teeth perfectly white.
Three meters.
Chu Ning’s eyes sparkled, and she unhesitatingly opened her arms.
One meter.
Their eyes met with an electric spark.
“Ah!” Chu Ning gasped, enveloped in his embrace.
Ying Jing was strong. He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her around, lifting Chu Ning off the ground. The hem of her trench coat flared out like a blooming flower.
Forehead to forehead, intimate kisses followed.
Ying Jing was like a hungry wolf emerging from its den, his tongue savagely intertwining. Chu Ning passively accepted, her body yielding first. Within seconds, she fully immersed herself in his rhythm.
“Did you miss me?” Ying Jing asked in a hoarse voice.
Chu Ning kissed his cheek. “What do you think?”
Ying Jing pinched her waist. Their eyes met, and the two mischievous souls tacitly walked towards the car.
An hour later, in the apartment.
The bedroom door was ajar, a jacket, a knit sweater, and a black bra were scattered about, leaving only a thin layer of sheer fabric. Slippers were overturned on the floor, scattered haphazardly, a total mess.
Through the crack in the door, the spring light shone brightly.
In the half-length mirror, only the man’s solid back was reflected, and two feet dangled from his waist.
Chu Ning couldn’t take it anymore. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes unfocused, but she still reached for the pillow on the bedside table, always wanting to hold onto something for security. But as soon as she moved a few centimeters, her waist tightened, and Ying Jing forcefully pulled her back down.
Chu Ning didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, kicking him with her feet. “Are you a bull?!”
He seemed to have endless energy.
Ying Jing was shameless and replied, “I’m a snake, completely wrapped around you.”
Chu Ning was indignant. “Shut up.”
Ying Jing whispered in her ear, his voice deep: “Ning’er, say it a couple more times. It sounds so good.”
Chu Ning was so exhausted by him that she felt like a salted fish, yet he was still full of energy, which was simply infuriating. So, she wasn’t kind and retorted indignantly: “Two sounds—mm, I’m done.”
Ying Jing was amused, pressed down, full of mischief: “That’s not how you say it. Come, let me remind you.”
The earth shook, again and again.
Chu Ning closed her eyes, wanting to cry. She had thought before that the box of stuff would last forever. Now, she really bit her tongue, feeling melancholic!
After their passionate interlude, Chu Ning lay on his chest, weakly saying, “Next time, don’t come back. Just stay in Xingcheng forever.”
Ying Jing thought she was saying one thing but meaning another, and stated plainly, “You’re lying, you were clearly moaning just now—ugh!”
The word wasn’t fully uttered before Chu Ning covered his mouth.
Ying Jing mumbled, completing his sentence: “...four times.”
Chu Ning wanted to sit up cross-legged, but as soon as her waist moved, the pain was excruciating. She secretly swore to herself that from today onwards, she must brainwash her boyfriend and teach him what restraint and moderation mean!
“I went home this time and confessed to my parents,” Ying Jing suddenly said.
Chu Ning almost bit her tongue, frowning. “Confessed what?”
“About us. I told them I have a girlfriend, named Chu Ning. Guess what my mom’s first reaction was?” Ying Jing still found it amusing: “She was so horrified, she thought I was selling myself out to get investment!”
Chu Ning laughed, not feeling embarrassed at all, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t that right?”
Ying Jing raised his arm, his small muscles bulging, looking quite interested: “President Ning, how much are you willing to invest in me?”
Chu Ning leaned halfway into his arms, pulling a corner of the blanket over her chest. After their lovemaking, her skin was faintly red. She smiled, “I’m putting my entire dowry on you.”
These words were true.
Ying Jing paused, then became sullen. He spread his legs and clamped her underneath him, clinging like an octopus.
Chu Ning didn’t move, secretly catching her breath. She stroked his soft hair and whispered, “I never regret my decisions, Xiao Jing. You are excellent, and you are very worthy.”
Ying Jing didn’t speak, holding her, his voice muffled, “Chu Ning.”
“Hm?”
“Take me to meet your parents.”
Ying Jing’s idea wasn’t a whim.
The Ying family was a genuinely red family, with deep roots. Their family traditions and values were, at their core, very traditional and responsible. For major events, for instance, they still upheld the old customs: matchmakers, elaborate wedding processions, and a proper status.
Chu Ning figured it out—
Ying Jing was asking for a proper status with her!
Her heart immediately filled with mixed emotions.
No woman could resist such tenderness from her lover. This tenderness carried a certain resilience, fulfilling and powerful, a future that could be clearly seen.
“Okay.” Chu Ning solemnly agreed. But.
“Give me some time, I’ll arrange it, okay?”
Ying Jing expressed understanding, scratching the “hickeys” he had left on her chest. Hmm, this time the “planting” wasn’t swollen enough, he’d definitely try harder next time.
Chu Ning closed her eyes. Her body, though exhausted, couldn’t fall asleep at this moment.
She wondered how she could make Chen Yue accept Ying Jing.
Before she could sort out her thoughts, the phone on the table “buzzed”—a sudden movement, like a thunderclap in the quiet night.
Chu Ning looked at the screen and frowned.
And she had never thought that Ying Jing and the Zhao family’s first meeting would begin in such a bizarre way—
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