"Let go!" Chiang Qing’s voice trembled as she demanded, trying to pull her hand back, but he clamped down on it even harder.
Her hand hurt so much that tears fell. Chiang Qing shouted, "Ning Ge, do you still want to hit a woman? My dad won’t let you off, and your elder brother will suffer too."
"Tsk tsk, a woman can only do so much. At every turn, she calls for daddy. Chiang Qing, are you a three-year-old child who can only cry when you can’t get candy? Beaten and then running to adults for help—I thought you had some tricks up your sleeve, but that’s it!" Ning Ge glanced at her, his grip loosening with a push, causing Chiang Qing to stumble back two steps.
Her wrist was a patchwork of blue and red, soon to turn into a bruise.
Clutching her hand, Chiang Qing glared at him and said, "Ning Ge, I haven’t offended you, haven’t provoked you, what are you trying to do?"
"Nothing much!" Ning Ge shrugged and spread his hands as he spoke, "I just bumped into you and wanted to have a chat, but who knew you had such a filthy mouth? The young master here got unhappy, and just like that... this happened!"
This scoundrel!
Chiang Qing clenched her teeth; she should never have entertained this scoundrel.
Without another word, Chiang Qing walked around him and left.
"Chiang Qing, don’t shame yourself. By harming others and yourself, sometimes in life, you just have to accept your fate," Ning Ge called after her from behind.
Chiang Qing paused mid-step, turning back to give him a cold glare. "Young Master Ning, don’t meddle in others’ business, better take care of your own!" With that, she left without looking back.
"Benefactor, to turn back is to reach the shore!" Ning Ge shouted after her, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
The Chiang Family, acting so arrogantly won’t do!
...
Arriving at Cheng Su’s house, she and Qi Taiguo were about to leave, and before Ning Ge had a chance to sit down, Cheng Su grabbed him and started asking questions.
"What happened?"
"What was that just now? I heard someone say that you had a dispute with Chiang the Fox? Did you hit her?" Cheng Su asked.
Ning Ge was taken aback: "Damn, you have informers too? Who’s talking?"
"You had a dispute with her on the only way to the courtyard, with people coming and going, and it being the end of the workday—who wouldn’t see?" Cheng Su retorted irritably.
It was Guiying; she had just finished work and saw Ning Ge grabbing Chiang Qing’s hand from afar. Seeing the expressions on both their faces, Guiying hurried back to inform Cheng Su.
She knew that Ning Ge was close to Cheng Su, and there was also some inexplicable feeling between Chiang Qing and Commander Qi. Worried that they might be having a conflict, Guiying felt obliged to tell her.
Cheng Su, fearing Ning Ge might actually hit a woman, was in a rush to leave.
"You didn’t really hit her, did you?" Qi Taiguo also looked at Ning Ge.
Ning Ge snorted, "Am I that kind of person? Why would I hit a woman!"
Then what’s the deal? I heard you grabbed her hand!" Cheng Su narrowed her eyes, "Don’t tell me you two were being romantic!"
"How could that be? That kind of woman, would I, the young master, fancy her? She wanted to hit me; would I just stand there and do nothing?" Ning Ge touched his face, "My handsomely chiseled face cannot be slapped by a woman!"
Seeing his ruffian look, Cheng Su rolled her eyes and said, "Then how did you provoke her so that she would want to slap you?"
Ning Ge sat down, shrugged, and said, "Nothing much, I just found her unpleasant. The Chiang family is too arrogant for my liking, so I just gave her a lesson!"
Qi Taiguo and Cheng Su exchanged glances. Oddly enough, even though he spoke with a joking tone, why did it seem like there was a chill in his words? Was it an illusion?