In a high-rise apartnt in Yandu, a young man staggered drunkenly to his apartnt door. Due to his inebriation, he fumbled with the keys for a long ti before finally managing to open the door.
Stumbling into the apartnt, the man instinctively turned on the lights. The bright illumination revealed a newly furnished room, with a crystal chandelier casting its light on the swaying figure of the young man.
Nearly leaning against the walls and furniture for support, the man made his way to the bar counter, grabbed a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and unscrewed the cap, pouring the amber liquid straight into his mouth. The whiskey spilled from the corners of his mouth, soaking his expensive Versace shirt, but he showed no signs of stopping.
After several large gulps, the man seed to choke and coughed a few tis before collapsing to the floor, ceasing his drinking.
"Guodong?!"
At that mont, a woman's figure rushed in through the unlocked door. Seeing the young man lying on the floor, filthy and nearly unconscious, she cried out in alarm.
Luo Cuishan had hurriedly arrived at the apartnt. After leaving the police station, she had imdiately tried to call Ning Guodong, but his phone was turned off. In her anxiety, she had co to his apartnt and was shocked to see him in such a wretched state.
Heartbroken and furious, Luo Cuishan threw aside her bag, rolled up her sleeves, and lifted Ning Guodong from the floor. Seeing her son in such a sorry state, like a drunken vagrant, she desperately wished it was all a nightmare, but reality was harsh and unyielding.
With great effort, she managed to drag Ning Guodong to the sofa. She then fetched a towel from the bathroom, wiped his face, and removed his dirty shirt, finally taking a breath.
Ning Guodong sat like a puppet, hiccuping from the alcohol, saying nothing, his body limp and lifeless under his mother's care. Luo Cuishan, her eyes red with tears, said, "Guodong, how can you treat your body like this? I know you're having a hard ti, but a real man can endure setbacks. How can you behave like this?"
Ning Guodong looked up, his vision blurry, and sneered, "Mom, I just knelt down. I actually knelt in front of a bastard in front of so many people."
As he spoke, tears and snot stread down his face, making him look like a deeply wronged child, rather than a rising star in the political scene.
Suppressing her heartache, Luo Cuishan sat down and held her son's hand, "I know everything, but Guodong, the more this happens, the more you can't give up. You are the young master of the Ning family. A gentleman takes revenge over ten years. One day, you will make that bastard surnad Yang pay back a hundred tis! You used to be so confident. I believe in you. You can do it!"
Ning Guodong shook off his mother's hand and laughed bitterly, "Young master? What good is that? I can't even get what I want the most. What use is being the young master of the Ning family? Besides, it's not certain that I'll inherit the Ning family in the future."
Luo Cuishan hurriedly shook her head, "Guodong, don't think like that. Co ho with . No matter what, you are your father's only son, our only son. Who else can inherit the Ning family if not you? Just apologize to your father sincerely. He will support you. Co on, co ho with , okay?"
Ning Guodong shook his head blankly, "Mom, I'm not going back. That man threatened to shoot over a cheap woman. Ha... How could soone like that be my father? I'd rather die than apologize to him."
Luo Cuishan's eyes filled with pain as tears stread down her face.
"Mom, can you tell why? Why can that bastard surnad Yang get the won I want, but I can't? Why does he always make a fool of ?! Why can he have so many won, but he won't leave the one I like?!" Ning Guodong roared drunkenly, pounding the sofa, on the verge of collapse.
Taking a deep breath, Luo Cuishan trembled as she touched her son's cheek, "Guodong, do you really want that woman so badly?"
Ning Guodong's eyes, filled with drunkenness and hatred, flashed with venom, "I want to torture her to death, to show her how low she is. I want to torture her in front of that bastard Yang. I wish I could drain her blood."
Perhaps from sheer exhaustion, Ning Guodong drifted into a restless sleep before he could finish speaking.
Luo Cuishan stood motionless, looking at her son, who was growling softly like a hungry lion. Her eyes were filled with an unfathomable darkness.
In the Lin family residence located in the west of Yandu, after Lin Zhiguo's "death," the house gradually faded from many people's view. Besides a few household servants, few visitors ca by. The Lin family mansion had a sowhat classical feel, though the interior design was quite modern.
In a room at the edge of the backyard, Hui Lin, freshly showered, wore a white silk nightgown that exposed her smooth, white shoulders. She sat on the edge of her soft bed, her white legs dangling and swaying slightly.
Though she hadn't stayed in this house often over the years, the room was equipped with all the necessary items, like a television and a laptop. Even with Lin Zhiguo gone, the Lin family, having stepped out of the power core, was still financially stable enough to ensure that their only granddaughter's lifestyle remained unaffected.
However, Hui Lin seed uninterested in using those things or going to sleep. She just sat there, lost in thought, occasionally smiling or frowning as she pondered.
The room's door slowly opened from the outside, and Yun Miao, dressed in a pale white pajama set, walked in. Spending long periods in the city, Yun Miao had stopped wearing her traditional Taoist robe, opting for more practical attire instead.
Seeing the lights still on in her granddaughter's room, Yun Miao walked in out of curiosity and found Hui Lin in a daze, unaware of her entry.
"Hui'er, what are you daydreaming about?" Yun Miao asked with a helpless smile as she approached.
Startled, Hui Lin blushed and lowered her head, softly replying, "Grandma, I... I'm not thinking about anything, just a little tired, so I was zoning out."
"Hmph, silly girl, you're thinking about that Yang Chen, aren't you?" Yun Miao bluntly stated as she sat beside Hui Lin.
Hui Lin's chin almost touched her chest as her face turned redder, and she remained silent.
Yun Miao sighed, looking sowhat powerless. "This silly girl keeps telling not to trouble Yang Chen, but deep down, you still like him, don't you?"
Hui Lin's heart pounded, and she kept silent.
"What's there to be shy about?" Yun Miao gently pinched Hui Lin's cheek and continued, "Back in the Zang District, when Yang Chen left by helicopter, I saw you hiding and watching him leave. I've watched you grow up; how could I not know your little thoughts? That's why I wanted to set you up with Yang Chen, even though I don't like him much. But if you like him, I can tolerate it."
"Grandma, stop talking. It's not... it's not possible," Hui Lin mumbled, her face red as a beet.
"What's impossible? Look at you. When he brought you ho today, you watched him drive away. You've never done that for , not even when I say goodbye to you," Yun Miao chided. "What is it about that guy that makes girls flock to him?"
Hui Lin pouted and said softly, "Brother Yang may seem unserious, but he gives a sense of security when needed. You can trust him. I think Sister likes that about him too."
"The more you call Lin Ruoxi 'Sister,' the farther you distance yourself from Yang Chen, you silly girl. If it weren't for the fact that you're still young and not in a hurry to get married and have kids, I wouldn't be able to wait," Yun Miao said angrily. "You know the situation of our Lin family. Your parents were ruined by your foolish grandfather. In your generation, you're the only one left. If you keep hanging around Yang Chen without any outco, will our Lin family have no descendants? When will I be able to hold a great-grandson?"
Hui Lin looked up, her bright eyes shining. She held Yun Miao's hand and smiled sweetly, "Grandma, you look like you're in your thirties or forties. How could you beco a great-grandmother so soon? If we go out, people would think we're mother and daughter, not grandmother and granddaughter."
Yun Miao, being a woman, felt delighted at her granddaughter's praise for her youth and beauty. Though she didn't admit it, the complint made her feel elated, and her previous resentnt vanished. She pretended to scoff, "Letting you beco a singer, you didn't learn anything useful, but you've mastered flattery. All right, go to bed early. You have work at the company tomorrow. I'll have the servants make so ginseng chicken soup for you to eat with noodles in the morning."
"Okay, Grandma, you sleep early too," Hui Lin replied obediently.
Yun Miao stood up, lovingly patted her granddaughter's head, and left the room with a smile, feeling both helpless and content.
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