Chapter 22

Ning Qing, No Matter What, Don’t Mess Around Tonight

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the venue.

Looking at the long red carpet outside and the luxuriously-dressed men and women getting out of the luxurious car, Ning Qing’s palms were sweating.

This was the first time she would face the public after she woke up.

Lu Zhui said, “Young Master, Young Madam, we’re here.”

Ning Qing’s hands gripped her skirt tightly. She was extremely nervous and helpless.

Lu Zhui received Nian Lie’s signal and opened the door to get out of the car.

Ning Qing looked at the man beside her. His face was blurry in the dark car.

Nian Lie looked at her and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

“I didn’t expect you to be nervous too.”

Ning Qing straightened her back. “No.”

He lit a cigarette. White smoke filled the air, and Ning Qing, who did not like the smell of smoke, could not help but cough.

At this moment, Nian Lie’s deep voice was heard.

“The people who will be attending tonight’s meeting are all of high status and power in Yan City. Our performance represents the entire Nian family. No mistakes can be made.”

Ning Qing’s neck stiffened. “…So?”

Through the smoke, Nian Lie looked at the woman under the light. Her skin was white and her lips were red. She was especially attractive.

His eyes were deep and he puffed out smoke rings from his lips. After touching the roof of the car, they scattered.

“So, Ning Qing, no matter what, don’t mess around tonight.”

“…”

“Whatever I say, and whatever you do, don’t make me unhappy.”

Ning Qing’s gaze froze. She turned to look at him.

In the darkness, his face was clear and his expression was cold, like a god that could decide life and death.

She bit her lip and nodded.

At the door, the people entering and exiting roped in each other and chatted happily.

Lu Zhui opened the car door for her. She lifted her skirt and prepared to follow him into the venue, but she was blocked by Nian Lie.

He looked down at her and, in her confusion, reached out and took her hand.

Ning Qing was stunned and blurted out, “Nian Lie…”

He looked ahead and did not look at her. The two words came from his mouth calmly.

Only she could hear him.

“Be good.”

Ning Qing’s heart jumped violently. He had already placed his hand on hers. With a calm and dignified gentlemanly demeanor, his lips curled into a smile that matched the situation.

“…”

Ning Qing followed his footsteps carefully.

Someone greeted Nian Lie. He nodded and caught a glimpse of Ning Qing’s tense face.

He turned his head and leaned close to her ear to remind her threateningly, “Smile.”

Ning Qing stiffened and smiled.

They entered the magnificent hall. Under the bright lights, people came and went, drinking and chatting.

A few people noticed Nian Lie and Ning Qing’s arrival and surrounded them with bright eyes.

“Hey, Young Master Nian. Nice to meet you!”

“This must be your wife. She’s really more beautiful than a flower!”

The man turned to Ning Qing. He looked at her with incomparable amazement in his eyes and reached out.

“No wonder Madam Nian did not show her face in the past. It’s because she’s too beautiful. Young Master Nian couldn’t bear to let us see her!”

Ning Qing’s entire body was stiff. Faced with such a greeting, she could not react at all!

The man was puzzled as well. “Madam Nian?”

Her other hand reached over and shook his hand.

Nian Lie’s handsome face was calm. “She’s throwing a tantrum with me.”

His words resolved the awkwardness between them.

The man had an expression that said he understood. He began to make conversation with Nian Lie.

After these people left, batch after batch of people came up.

Ning Qing smiled until her face was stiff and her waist ached. Then, she finally heard Nian Lie’s words.

He whispered to her, his tone gentle. “Don’t run around. I’ll get Nian Che to look for you later.”

Ning Qing smiled stiffly and replied cooperatively, “Okay.”

When he left with the others, she lowered her lips and walked to an empty corner. She lowered her body and hit her aching calves.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

A few shadows covered her head.

Ning Qing paused. A sharp female voice was heard.

“Your legs are so sore after dealing with so few people. Are you a cripple?”