"Where is Ah Rou?" Qin Ningyi asked coldly, already knowing what was happening in his heart, but Huo Rou had clearly gotten into the car then.
Su Nianzhu, seeing the situation, couldn't help but worry. Huo Rou had truly bewitched Ningyi with An'an! She didn't want An'an to end up like Wang Wanrou's nephew!
The thought of cute An'an being used by Huo Rou as a tool to get close to Qin Ningyi made her tone sour. "There's traffic, she's on her way."
"Mom, what did you promise me back then?" Qin Ningyi's eyes turned sharp.
Su Nianzhu froze when she heard him, her grip loosening. She had done many foolish things to get Qin Ningyi back to the company and had indeed promised him she wouldn't interfere in other matters.
However, this matter concerned An'an's future!
Qin Ningyi didn't want to say more and turned to leave. Wang Wanrou, seeing that Su Nianzhu couldn't stop Qin Ningyi, became a little anxious.
"Brother Qin!" she called out in a gentle voice.
Qin Ningyi looked back coldly. Wang Wanrou's eyes reddened, and she looked at him pitifully.
"Please wait, Sister Huo will be here soon." Her voice was choked with sobs, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Su Nianzhu saw Wang Wanrou's eyes red like a pitiful little white rabbit, so understanding. She was sure she would treat An'an well.
Recalling the tragic life of Wang Wanrou's nephew, she suddenly found the courage and pulled Qin Ningyi's hand. "Ningyi, for your grandmother's sake, please stay for this meal."
"Grandmother is not a tool for you to manipulate me!" If it weren't for his grandmother, would he tolerate other women living in the Qin family?
Wang Wanrou's phone suddenly rang. She glanced at it, sniffled, and looked up, timidly saying to Su Nianzhu and Qin Ningyi, "It's my dad."
Qin Ningyi hesitated.
Su Nianzhu took the opportunity to pull him down to sit. Wang Wanrou wiped away her tears and forced a smile before answering the phone.
Her sensible and wronged appearance made Su Nianzhu feel even more sympathetic.
Over the past few days, she had observed carefully. Wang Wanrou was knowledgeable and educated, understood fashion design, and had insightful opinions on her younger son's singing. Wang Rong's status in the calligraphy world was also rising day by day, and she herself was a skilled calligrapher. Influenced by her mother, she even knew how to manage a company.
Wasn't this the kind of good daughter-in-law who could integrate into their family and help Ningyi?
Most importantly, she was kind and pure, and could accept An'an. Compared to Huo Rou, whose reputation was poor and who lacked education, she was the most suitable choice for Ningyi.
"Hello, Dad." Wang Wanrou raised her phone, which appeared to be a video call.
"How is my darling recently? Are you happy interning at Qin Corporation?" Wang Rong's hearty voice boomed through the speaker.
"I'm happy," Wang Wanrou glanced at the livid Qin Ningyi and answered seriously. "Aunt Su likes me very much and is very good to me. Brother Qin..."
She paused for a long time. Wang Rong's voice rose an octave. "What about him?"
"He's also very good to me. We're even having dinner together now." She turned the camera to Qin Ningyi.
Qin Ningyi nodded coldly at the camera.
"The young man is really handsome," Wang Rong chuckled.
When Wang Wanrou turned the camera back, Wang Rong continued, "Darling, you stay there and be good. I'll come pick you up as soon as I'm done with my work."
"Mmm, Dad, that... what about the calligraphy you promised me?" Wang Wanrou took a deep breath, her voice trembling.
"You're crying?" Wang Rong's sensitive ears caught it. "Who made my darling cry?"
"No one," Wang Wanrou mumbled, pouting like a spoiled child. "I'm asking you about the calligraphy."
Wang Rong seemed to sense something. "You just be good and happy there. I'll write it for you when I come to pick you up! Why are you worrying so much?"
Hearing this, Qin Ningyi frowned. Thinking of his grandmother's recent health, he suppressed his annoyance and stayed.
The atmosphere of the dinner was somewhat heavy. Su Nianzhu excused herself to go to the restroom midway and never returned. She had to go back to see An'an.
"Brother Qin, I'll toast you." Wang Wanrou looked at him with a blushing face and a hint of allure in her eyes.
Qin Ningyi remained silent, looking at her coldly. Wang Wanrou seemed to feel wronged and spoke to herself, "It's not like I wanted to come. My dad asked me to come for an internship and experience. Can't you be a little friendlier to me? I haven't done anything."
"Aunt Su said she wasn't going to pick up Huo Rou today, and it was I who convinced her. I had no bad intentions, Aunt Su misunderstood me." As she spoke, she looked up at Qin Ningyi's expression.
"When my dad comes to pick me up, I'll leave immediately and I definitely won't stay here. I won't bother you and Sister Huo Rou." Wang Wanrou invoked Wang Rong. "But now, both you and Sister Qin are giving me cold looks. I really can't pretend to be happy. If my dad misunderstands..."
Qin Ningyi's sharp gaze softened when he heard that she would leave immediately.
It was best if she had no other intentions.
He picked up his wine glass. "You'd better keep your word."
Wang Wanrou quickly pushed her glass forward. Their glasses clinked, as if sealing an agreement.
This wine was prepared by her brother.
Seeing Qin Ningyi drink, she lowered her head, her lips curving upwards, an ambiguous smile spreading in her eyes.
Let the doting Su Nianzhu have a good reunion with her grandson. Qin Ningyi would not be going home tonight.
After the meal, the two walked out of the garden. The weather was cold, and the location was remote, making the outside appear somewhat desolate and lonely.
Wang Wanrou hugged her arms, shivering delicately. "It's so cold."
Qin Ningyi looked straight ahead, waiting for Old Zhang to arrive in the "special car."
Huo Rou wouldn't be coming, and he had to go see her.
"This chick is pretty hot." Several people emerged from the shadows, dressed casually, walking over in slippers with swagger.
As they approached, the smell of alcohol hit them.
"What are you doing?" Wang Wanrou shrieked in a deliberately high-pitched voice, like a startled bird flapping its wings.
This delicate voice only piqued the thugs' interest further. "Such a voice, it must sound even better in bed!"
"Hahahaha!" the others echoed with laughter.
Qin Ningyi remained silent throughout, only casting a cold glance at each person.
The leader of the thugs strode forward and grabbed Wang Wanrou's arm. "Come home and play with your big brother?"
Wang Wanrou was so frightened that tears streamed down her face. Her tearful appearance only stirred up the man's possessiveness.
The man yanked her hard. Wang Wanrou resisted and grabbed Qin Ningyi's sleeve.
In the struggle, she lost her footing and fell to the ground.
"This guy clearly isn't with you, so it's useless to drag him," the thug said, showing his yellow teeth. "What are you looking at? Come help!"
The other thugs swarmed forward, but at this moment, Qin Ningyi pried Wang Wanrou's hand away, rolled up his sleeves, and calmly walked into the midst of the thugs.
His martial arts were formidable, and he was more than capable of fighting ten men.
Wang Wanrou was dragged away slowly by the leader of the thugs. She kept looking back at Qin Ningyi's agile figure, her admiration for him overflowing, while crying for help.
Qin Ningyi quickly dealt with the group of thugs and kicked the leader away.
The thug's hand hadn't let go. The immense external force sent him stumbling backward, and Wang Wanrou was pulled with him, falling into the mud. Her dress, worn for beauty, scraped her calf, drawing blood.
"It hurts," she cried out, her voice a theatrical wail.
Qin Ningyi glanced at her and waited for her to get up.
Seeing that Qin Ningyi was not being gentle, Wang Wanrou pretended to get up by herself, muttering, "How heartbroken my dad would be if he knew I was injured..."
Qin Ningyi's eyes shot towards her like knives. Thinking of his grandmother, he finally reached out and quickly pulled her up.
Wang Wanrou's lips curved into a triumphant smile. She used the leverage to throw herself into his arms.
A crisp scent enveloped her. A biting wind blew through her hair and into the car window in the distance.