Chapter 141 - 096 Dreams of Butterflies, Pull of the Heart_4
Ning Zijin couldn’t help but remember what the young boy had once said, "One day, I will become your strongest opponent."
Back then she scoffed at the notion, but now she was powerless.
"I think soon, you won’t even be able to hold onto this small piece of the Ning Family’s land, Master Ning, oh Master Ning, your name is woman...."
Ning Zijin glared at him fiercely, "Ning Ziqi, if I’m going down, you TMD won’t get off easy either. We prosper and suffer together."
Ning Ziqi snorted, "How could your Master Ning ever fall? Even if you don’t act as the boss, you could still be a rich wife, after all, you have the entire Shenghua Group backing you up."
He glanced at Ning Zijin’s belly and laughed mockingly, "Do you know how many people outside are cursing you as a hen that can’t lay eggs? Occupying the pit without producing, and they say Ye Feng will divorce you sooner or later."
Ning Zijin took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were serene.
"I’m tired, Ziqi, next month I’m planning to try IVF, the Ning Family, I’m entrusting it to you from now on."
Ning Ziqi quickly waved his hand, "Are you kidding? Managing businesses isn’t for me; I’m only good at flitting among the flowers. You’d better find someone else, I’m not fit for this."
Ning Zijin sighed, "Ziqi, you’re also a member of the Ning Family, think of it as doing me a favor, okay?"
"Have you ever thought about me?" Ning Ziqi’s lips curled up in scorn, "When you were breaking up lovers, why didn’t you think about me then?"
"Ziqi, she..."
"Sister." Ning Ziqi abruptly stood up, looking at her coldly, "I’m well aware of what I want, just like I knew Ye Feng was walking into a fire pit and still supported your decision. But why can’t you support mine? Whether right or wrong, I have the ability to discern it, even if it’s a mistake, I’ll never regret it."
Ning Zijin looked at the tall man, let out a deep sigh, and remembered the year he yelled at her coldly and angrily, "Ning Zijin, I hate you...."
"I’m sorry... it’s my fault."
The usually proud Ning Zijin bowed her head to admit her mistake, leaving Ning Ziqi startled, after which he awkwardly averted his eyes.
"Heh, having you say sorry to me, I guess it’s worth it."
When he reached the doorway, he suddenly said, "Uncle’s son has been found, and that kid is quite promising. You could train him to be your successor."
Without looking back, he left.
Ning Zijin frowned slightly, Uncle’s son?
Uncle and Dad were of the same mother and inherited the Ning Family’s charm; in his youth, he was also quite the lady’s man, until he married Auntie, a particularly formidable woman who kept Uncle firmly under her thumb. Caught in infidelity once, he narrowly escaped being castrated and dared not philander anymore.
They never had children, and doctors said that Uncle was poisoned with something that cost him his fertility. They sought treatment too late, and it was beyond the help of medicine. Tracing back to the one responsible, it turned out to be a debt of lust from his younger days, now seeking retribution.
Fortunately, he did have an offspring. Just when he was about to bring the child home, Aunt threatened him with suicide, forcing Uncle to hold off.
What he didn’t know was Aunt’s jealousy had already led her to secretly torment the child almost to death, even returning the favor in kind.
Last year, Aunt died of cancer. After settling her affairs, Uncle couldn’t wait to bring the child home.
It was more melodramatic than a prime-time soap opera.
Thinking of the mess at home, Ning Zijin couldn’t help but hold her forehead, each one causing more worry than the last.
But thankfully, her younger uncle was there to manage the company, and she had great faith in his work.
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That evening when she returned home, she met Uncle’s son.
Uncle and Dad sat on the couch, puffing away at their cigarettes and talking big about women and money, a conversation that never strayed far from these topics.
The young man stood behind the two men, his height of six feet making him appear quite tall, yet as thin as a reed.
Listening to those unhealthy topics, the young man showed no impatience, his eyes downcast and submissive, giving off an agreeable and gentle impression.
Hearing footsteps, the young man looked up.
This was a handsome face, with delicate brows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, looking somewhat effeminate at first glance. However, the coldness of his eyebrows added a bit of masculinity, and those eyes...
Ning Zijin inwardly shuddered.
They were as calm as a clear lake that could reflect one’s face, yet in the deep waters below lay a fierce monster, lying in wait for its prey... malicious, ferocious, cruel...