Chapter 2: Chapter 2 The Bully Visits
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The next second, she fiercely slapped the face of the young tyrant Bo.
With a crisp smack, Ning Xia's hand hurt from the slap.
This kind of force should wake him up, right?
Seeing that he still didn't react, Ning Xia rubbed her hands together, cracked her knuckles, and raised her hand high, ready to deliver the second slap when the man's brow suddenly furrowed and then he began to cough.
He's awake?
Ning Xia quickly withdrew her hand, her eyes shining as she watched him. Sure enough, a disaster like him wouldn't be so easily offed.
"Young Master Bo… Young Master Bo…."
From far behind, a calling voice came, and as Ning Xia saw Bo Siyan's eyelashes tremble as if about to open his eyes, she confirmed he would be fine and began to rise to leave.
She wanted nothing to do with the little tyrant, to avoid endless trouble later. Better to beat a hasty retreat, as the saying goes.
But just as she tried to stand, her wrist was suddenly gripped tight, and she saw the man's long fingers, at some unknown point, had wrapped around her, preventing her from getting up.
Ning Xia tried to break free without success, the footsteps growing closer in urgency. Without a second thought, she clenched her free hand into a fist and punched him hard in the abdomen.
Her hand was released as she wished, and Ning Xia, as if oil had been smothered on the soles of her feet, disappeared instantly down the nearby path.
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Regarding the rumors of Young Master Bo's near-drowning that night, many versions circulated, but the most credible was the tale of a beauty saving a hero.
Only, this beauty was not her, Ning Xia, but instead became her elder sister, Ning Wei.
It was said that upon seeing Young Master Bo fall into the pool, Ning Wei fearlessly leaped in to rescue him and even gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, pulling him back from the brink of death.
And many who were there said the way Young Master Bo looked at Ning Wei was full of tenderness – perhaps a beautiful story was in the making.
Ning Xia listened to her mother enviously and ruefully talking about it, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
Her elder sister was indeed talented at seizing the moment.
After her mother finished speaking, she glared at Ning Xia resentfully, "I went through so much trouble to get your father to agree to let you attend the banquet. Why didn't you seize the opportunity? How good it would have been if you had been the one to save Young Master Bo? Maybe he would have taken an interest in you."
Indeed, the person she saved, but she didn't want to admit it at all.
Ning Xia shrugged, feigning regret, "I really wanted to save Young Master Bo too, but I didn't have the chance. I'm also very desperate, you know."
Her mother sighed, "Tonight, Young Master Bo is visiting. He must be coming to propose. Ning Wei will profit for nothing."
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At seven in the evening, a line of military vehicles entered the Ning Family's old residence one by one, the scene majestic and compelling.
The vehicles came to a steady stop, and a soldier respectfully opened the door of a car, the first thing to catch the eye being a pair of straight and long legs.
Following those long legs upward, the man in the military uniform was dignified and handsome, exuding nobility and a fierce aura, shedding any trace of youthful naivety, now exuding the virility of a man.
In short, the type that read: Keep away if you're a stranger.
The Ning family lined up at the door in their finest attire, as if welcoming a supreme guest. Ning Xia, positioned at the very end of the line, lifted her eyelids to glance at her dear old dad, who was grinning so hard his facial features were squished together, nodding and bowing in a servile manner that made him look like a Qing Dynasty eunuch, and the little tyrant was naturally the "Emperor"…
Unable to hold back, Ning Xia snorted with laughter.
"Laughing at what?"
"I'm laughing at how one of you looks like a eunuch and the other like a bumpkin emperor…."
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