Ning Zesheng sneered, "Is my mother sitting here?"
He naturally knew who Ning Zhiyuan was referring to, but saying it like this, Mrs. Ning’s face turned from green to white.
Back then, Ning Zhiyuan brought Ning Zesheng home, repeatedly saying this child was hers, and she was his mother.
No one in the Ning Family could mention Ning Zesheng’s biological mother, yet after all these years, it was Ning Zhiyuan himself who brought it up, and right in front of Ning Zesheng, saying she wasn’t his mother anymore?
Mrs. Ning’s face was livid, indeed, always scheming for her son was the right move.
Ning Zhiyuan was momentarily embarrassed, finally slapping the table and leaving directly.
Only then did Ning Zesheng hold Qiao Anlu’s hand to leave, "Mother, we’ll be going now."
That word ’mother’ was like a slap, directly hitting Mrs. Ning’s face.
As they walked out, Qiao Anlu tightened her grip on his hand, "Ning Zesheng, did I do something wrong? If, if it’s really not okay..."
"There’s no ’if’," Ning Zesheng said directly, "You did well today, you are yourself, there’s no need to watch their expressions."
"But at this time, shouldn’t I look at their expressions for your sake?" Her voice grew quieter, tinged with regret.
Ning Zesheng put her in the car, "I’m happy you think so, but there’s no need to look at anyone’s face."
Qiao Anlu felt a bit unsettled by his words, "Of course, I’ve never looked at anyone’s face."
Once Ning Zesheng was in the car, Qiao Anlu smiled at him, "When I used to film idol dramas, the male lead looked so cool driving with one hand, why don’t you drive with one hand?"
"I told you, you should shoot fewer idol dramas." Though he said this, his right hand naturally moved down and Qiao Anlu quickly caught it, interlocking their fingers and even resting her face on them.
Ning Zesheng couldn’t help but shake his head with a smile, "If you want to hold hands, you can just say so."
"Who wanted to?" Qiao Anlu moved a bit closer to him, "But, parents asking for a breakup, I’ve played that countless times in idol dramas, I’m sick of seeing scripts like that. Obviously loving each other so passionately, why would they break up just because parents object? I refuse."
Ning Zesheng couldn’t help but grin widely, holding her hand tighter.
...
On the third night after seeing Tong Songbai, Zhao Anqi finally came downstairs, Tong Ji Yang watched her from afar, angrily snuffing out his cigarette, then walked over to ask, "Have you thought it through?"
He spoke with smoke still lingering, Zhao Anqi saw the expectation in his eyes, and replied, "I hate men who smoke."
"I can quit. I didn’t smoke before, but later, I drank so much that my stomach bled and I ended up in the hospital, watched closely by Alina, so I switched to smoking."
"Stomach bleeding?" Zhao Anqi tugged at the corner of her mouth, and softly asked, "When was that?"
"Soon after you left. It’s been so many years, I almost forgot."
Zhao Anqi kept her head down, picking at her nails in silence. Tong Ji Yang asked again, "Speak up." He swallowed a breath, "Have you thought it through?"
Zhao Anqi still didn’t speak as the cool evening breeze blew over them for a long time, the silence around them making Tong Ji Yang’s heart uneasy, until Zhao Anqi finally said, "Tong Ji Yang, let’s start over."