While Ning Ran and Cheng Xiangyun were busy drinking and chatting about the wonderful future ahead, Ouyang Qing was also drinking in a private club at Flower City.
She sipped from her glass of Lafite as she flipped through some photos.
A man in black clothing was standing in a corner of the room with his hands clasped behind his back.
“You took these photos yourself?”
“Yes, I did. I took them earlier tonight.”
“You’re sure Ding Mi booked a room for this man?”
“Yes. He was being beaten up by some men and Ding Mi’s bodyguards saved him. After that, she treated him to a meal before arranging for him to stay at this hotel.”
“Why does a no-name actress like her have bodyguards?” Ouyang Qing mused.
“They were assigned to her by the Nan family. Their combat skills are actually not too bad.”
“Is she that important to Chen?” Hatred gleamed in her eyes at the thought.
The man remained silent.
“Keep an eye on that man and make sure he doesn’t escape. I want to meet with him tomorrow.”
“Young Miss…”
“Just do as I say.”
…
The next afternoon, Ning Ziqiang was starving. Unable to stand the pain gnawing at his insides, he decided to head downstairs in search of food.
There was a dim sum shop near the hotel where he bought ten buns to be his meals for the day.
Upon turning back around, he found his way blocked by two burly men.
Paranoid from having debt collectors constantly chasing after him, his first reaction was to flee.
Unfortunately, one of the men grabbed hold of him before he could even take a step. “Don’t run. We want to talk to you.”
Noting the somewhat friendly tone, Ning Ziqiang stopped his struggling.
Ning Ran has bodyguards, right? Maybe she assigned these two to protect me.
“Our Young Miss wants to meet with you,” one of the men stated.
Ning Ziqiang was even more relieved to hear that, convinced that they were Ning Ran’s men. They would not have been so polite if they were his debt collectors. On the contrary, he would probably be receiving a beating right about now as well as more than a few swear words.
“Where is she?” Ning Ziqiang asked.
“She’s already prepared lunch and wants to invite you over.”
This news pleased Ning Ziqiang as that meant he would be able to save his buns for another time.
“Sure. Let me leave my buns at the front desk first then I’ll gladly go with you.”
He was a poor man now. These buns were incredibly precious as they would sate his hunger easily. Hence, he was reluctant to throw them away.
He returned to the hotel and handed his buns over to the receptionist.
The receptionist was mildly surprised. She had been working here for many years and had seen a lot of strange things. However, this was the first time she had seen someone leaving their buns at the front desk.
What made things even weirder was that the man climbed into a Mercedes-Benz after exiting the lobby.
Are all wealthy people as frugal as he? He’s already sitting in a Mercedes-Benz, yet he doesn’t even want to throw away a few buns!
Settling down in the backseat of the Mercedes-Benz, Ning Ziqiang almost felt like he was back in the past when he was still a CEO.
“Drive faster! Why are you driving so slowly?” he berated the chauffeur.
However, the chauffeur ignored him.
“Hey, I’m talking to you! Didn’t you hear me?” Ning Ziqiang was starting to get angry.
Once again, he was ignored.
It suddenly dawned on him that even though these were Ning Ran’s bodyguards, they had no connection to him at all. There was no point in acting arrogantly in front of them as they would not listen to him.
In no time at all, they arrived at a high-end restaurant. The bodyguards led Ning Ziqiang to a private room.
Sitting inside the private room was a young, beautiful woman. Clearly, it was not Ning Ran.
What? Isn’t that woman called Ding Mi? Who is Ran? Was I mistaken? But my men told me this is Ding Mi’s father!
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