"When did he start meddling with internal affairs?" He Jingyao sneered, "The ’Grand Internal Manager’?"
Su Zixi forced a laugh: "I don’t know either..."
"It’s Internal Affairs Officer." Ning Yichen’s voice suddenly rang out coolly, with a tinge of displeasure, "It seems Mr. He’s knowledge is quite limited."
He Jingyao’s brow twitched slightly, pulling Su Zixi into his embrace, and smiled as he looked towards Ning Yichen: "Internal Affairs Officer? Isn’t that just in charge of the President Mansion’s external communications, various ceremonies, and banquets? Seems quite suitable for Mr. Ning."
With an emotionless face, Ning Yichen gave He Jingyao a cold look: "That’s correct. So for this ceremony, Zhixi will be accompanied by me throughout."
Seeing He Jingyao’s sinking expression, he finally felt a sense of satisfaction.
Although he had given up on Su Zixi, this did not mean he and He Jingyao could become friends; in fact, Ning Yichen was more than happy to cause him trouble.
Seeing this, Su Zixi had to interject to smooth things over: "Yichen, why don’t you go sit on the sofa for a while? I’ll be right there."
Ning Yichen smiled faintly: "Okay." He then walked towards the front hall.
"What did you call him?" As soon as Ning Yichen’s figure disappeared, He Jingyao’s deep voice echoed in her ear, accompanied by a gentle nibble, "Su Zixi, you’re becoming bolder."
"Ow..." Su Zixi winced as he bit her hand, and with teary eyes, she apologized, "I was wrong!"
The man’s expression lightened as he wrapped his arms around her waist: "I’ll go with you. For a mere ceremony, there’s no need for him to come in person."
"Jingyao, you’ve misunderstood, Ning Yichen isn’t interested in me in that way anymore..."
Su Zixi immediately fell silent.
He Jingyao, with Su Zixi in his arms, sat down opposite Ning Yichen, his voice was cold: "If there’s anything, Mr. Ning, please speak quickly."
Ning Yichen glanced at the two’s dependent posture, feeling a bit of acidity in his heart.
He tried hard to suppress that emotion, picked up a booklet, and pushed it towards them: "The schedule for the day of the ceremony is all in here, Zhixi. You should familiarize yourself with the entire process. If you can’t remember it, that’s fine, I’ll be there to remind you of what to do."
Su Zixi took the booklet and nodded: "That’s great, thank you."
No sooner had she spoken than she heard a low hum from the man beside her.
Su Zixi shuddered and quickly added: "But I will definitely commit it to memory, so you won’t need to remind me."
Ning Yichen smiled, unconcerned: "The clothes for that day need to correspond with the President’s and the First Lady’s attendants. Once their outfits are confirmed, I’ll come and choose the appropriate attire for you."
Su Zixi nodded, indicating she was listening: "Anything else?"
"That’s all," Ning Yichen said calmly.
He Jingyao’s lips curled up in a mocking smile: "For such a trivial matter, we truly regret having Mr. Ning make a special trip."
Ning Yichen, feeling somewhat stuffy, said stiffly: "It’s my duty."
After speaking, he glanced at Su Zixi, only to find her already engrossed in studying the booklet, making the frustration in his heart even heavier, and yet he couldn’t vent it.
He could only stand up: "I’ll take my leave."
He Jingyao smiled slowly: "No need to see you out."
Su Zixi waved hurriedly at him, her gaze still fixed on the booklet.