She really had been controlled for a long time, so she found the food delicious and ate it bite by bite with great enjoyment, completely ignoring dining etiquette and not caring about Ning Zhiyuan and Mrs. Ning’s feelings.
While indulged in the moment, she didn’t forget to put some food into Ning Zesheng’s mouth, "Darling, you should eat too!"
Ning Zesheng was amused by her antics; her acting was terrible, but he was quite pleased with her calling him "darling." Ning Zesheng cooperatively let her feed him, and the two were very affectionate.
Ning Zhiyuan couldn’t stand it any longer and slammed his chopsticks on the table.
"Oh dear, oh dear, uncle, you gave me such a fright! Who loses their temper suddenly when they’re hosting a dinner for guests?"
"Did you hear what I just said?" Ning Zhiyuan asked angrily again, and Mrs. Ning also frowned.
Qiao Anlu nodded while eating, "I heard it! I never said I was going to marry into your Ning Family."
This...
Ning Zhiyuan was blocked by her words, and Ning Zesheng also looked at her.
Qiao Anlu finished eating the chicken leg, then wiped her hands and patted Ning Zesheng’s shoulder, "Your son hasn’t proposed to me, and even if he did, I’d have to think about whether to accept or not. Why are you in such a hurry? What nonsense about great families not having someone like me, a performer? A performer like me doesn’t even like being with pretentious and rigid people like you. We’re just dating, not getting married, okay? Besides, I’m your son’s boyfriend because he begged me. He knelt and sang ’Conquer’ to me, and that’s how I agreed. Haven’t you seen the news? Huh?"
Qiao Anlu spoke earnestly, and Ning Zesheng showed no intention of refuting.
Whether true or not, Ning Zhiyuan felt insulted by her words, an insult to his son and to the Ning Family, "Since you’ve said so, just as well, you won’t marry into the Ning Family, and our Ning Family doesn’t need such a daughter-in-law. You both can just part ways."
Just as Ning Zesheng was about to speak, Qiao Anlu quickly added, "Hey, hey, hey, that’s not how you put it. I’m not marrying over because Ning Zesheng hasn’t proposed. But again, even if he proposes, I might not say yes. For now, we’re just dating. So what if it’s a big family? Are they going to restrict people from dating?"
"You’re really sharp-tongued!" Ning Zhiyuan smiled, "While I’m kindly advising you, I suggest Miss Qiao think it over carefully."
"Don’t be angry, sir. Miss Qiao is young and immature after all." Mrs. Ning smiled, "Miss Qiao’s father’s company is just that small real estate firm Qiao Family from last year that also collaborated with us, I’m not sure if..."
"Regarding Qiao Family’s collaboration, I will ask Yi Tai to support it. If father intends to do anything against Qiao Family, that would mean going against me and the Lu Family."
"Would Lu Beichen oppose our Ning Family over such a trivial matter?" Ning Zhiyuan sneered.
"This small matter wouldn’t, of course, but don’t forget, how back then my brother got one leg crippled by him, and Lu Beichen’s wife was separated from him during that time. He’s still investigating this matter. Even if it has nothing to do with my brother, he’s now entangled with Gu Xiyao... Lu Beichen has long had issues with my brother. He even once brought a gun to the office and almost shot him. Have you forgotten?"
This was the first time Ning Zhiyuan and Mrs. Ning heard Ning Zesheng speak so much, every word reminding them that Ning Zeyan is playing with fire and Lu Beichen is clearly running out of patience.
"Do you insist on driving me mad before you’re satisfied? Why must you be just like your mother?" Ning Zhiyuan stood up, agitated.