Chapter 242 - Warmth
Sir, How About A Marriage?
Ning Dong punched the sandbag continuously. Sweat dripped down his eyebrows into his eyes, burning his eyes. He blinked to ease the discomfort, but his hands did not stop punching the sandbag. He could not stop; if he stopped, he would explode. He wanted to vent the anger in his heart with the punches
At this time, someone grabbed his wrist. However, he kept punching with his eyes closed. When his punch was blocked, he threw another punch. This time, his punch missed, and his opponentâs punch hit him. He turned his head instinctively to dodge, but the fist still grazed his lips. He was swept off his feet, and he landed heavily on the ground. Nevertheless, he did not pause; he immediately jumped up to his feet, ready to continue. At this time, he felt someone pressing down on his shoulder.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âNing Dong, whatâs wrong?â
Ning Dong heard Ji Anâs gentle voice.
With this, all the grievances he had suppressed in his heart spilled out. He hugged Ji An and buried his face in Ji Anâs shoulder, crying silently.
Ji An was taken aback. He was not used to this. Moreover, Ning Dong was no longer young and was on the cusp of adulthood.
Nevertheless, Ning Dong, who was unaware, continued crying.
After a long time, Ji An gently patted Ning Dongâs back and asked, âWhatâs wrong? Did something happen? Tell me, what can I do for you?â
These words instantly thawed Ning Dongâs frozen heart, making his tears fall faster.
Finally, Ji An pulled Ning Dong off his body and created some distance between them before he looked at Ning Dong and said, âHow long are you going to keep crying? Youâre all sweaty; quickly go take a shower. When youâre done, Iâll treat you to some delicious food.â
Ning Dong smiled, embarrassed, before he quickly ran into the bathroom.
After Ning Dong left, Ji An narrowed his eyes imperceptibly before he brought his phone out and sent a text message.
Ding!
Ji An glanced in the direction of the bathroom before he opened the message that had just arrived.
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The steam from the hotpot rose into the air. Somehow, it made Ning Dong relax.
After the tripe had been boiled, Ji An skillfully fished it out of the soup and put it on Ning Dongâs plate as he said, âPeople said that thereâs nothing that canât be solved by eating hotpot. If one meal canât solve it, have two meals then. Eat up.â
Ning Dong softly said, âThank you, Brother Ji Anâ¦â
Ji An took a sip from a can of beer and patted Ning Dongâs hair that was still damp. âCome on. Rely on the strength you had when you were boxing earlier. Youâre quite energetic, young man. Donât always look so listlessâ¦â
Ning Dong chewed on the tripe Ji An had given him before he slowly said, âMy fatherâs awakeâ¦â
Ji Anâs hand that was holding the chopsticks froze for a fleeting moment. Then, he said without batting an eyelid, âThatâs good news!â
Ning Dong smiled wryly, looking absent-minded.
Ji An hurriedly typed a few words on his phone under the table with his left hand.
Ning Dongâs gaze was unflinching as he said, âBrother Ji An, I donât think itâs good news at allâ¦â
Ji An smiled. âSilly boy, did one of the seniors accidentally hit you in the head when you were sparring? Isnât it a good thing that your father is awake?â
Ning Dong put down his chopsticks and looked up at Ji An before he said, âI think he might have already regained consciousness a while agoâ¦â
This time, Ji An was stunned. When he regained his senses, he asked, âWhy do you say so?â
Ning Dong inhaled deeply before he said, âAfter I left school and the company, I went to the hospital. I saw my mother leaving at that time; she was probably going for a beauty treatment. This meant either my dad was alone in the ward or Ning Chun was there. Regardless, I decided to visit anyway. When I arrived, I saw my father sitting up, talking to Ning Chun. However, they quickly discovered my presence. When I ran away, Ning Chun chased after me. Shortly after, I heard my father calling out to him and asking him to get the doctors. Their reaction was so fast that it seemed fakeâ¦.â