Chapter 15 Night Market Bustle

"That was just a childhood joke." "I don't care, you said it." "You even said you wanted to marry your seven sisters." "Naturally." "Do you want a slap in the face?" Feng Ruoyan blushed to the roots of her neck, feeling embarrassed, annoyed, and mostly cautious. The lights turned on. Chen Zitong walked in, with a blank expression. "Can you guys be a bit more discreet?" The two of them quickly separated, and even Ning Beichuan's face looked somewhat unnatural. "Wu Mei, you really surprised me!" Feng Ruoyan approached and threw herself onto Chen Zitong, giving her a kiss, overflowing with affection! "What about Big Sister?" "She hasn't arrived yet?" Chen Zitong asked Ning Beichuan. Ning Beichuan shook his head, and she immediately picked up her phone and made a call. Soon, the call connected, and a gentle female voice came through, sounding tired and guilty. "I'm sorry, Zitong, something came up today, let's reschedule." The voice was familiar, one that Ning Beichuan would never forget in his lifetime. Big Sister, Lin Wanfeng! "Big Sister, if you don't come, I promise you'll regret it!" Feng Ruoyan said. "Yanyan is here too, so you guys have fun. I have a meeting to attend to, so I won't chat for now. I'll apologize properly another day." After speaking, Lin Wanfeng hung up the phone. "Sigh." Looking at the black screen, Chen Zitong fell into a daze. "She's always like this, managing the Lin Corporation is no easy task." Although Big Sister didn't come, the atmosphere wouldn't be too bad with Feng Ruoyan around. Chen Zitong personally cooked a table full of dishes that Ning Beichuan loved, which made Feng Ruoyan extremely dissatisfied. She pouted and muttered while eating, "Wu Mei is so biased, she didn't even make something delicious for me." "Didn't I make something for you?" Chen Zitong retorted. Feng Ruoyan chuckled and continued eating. The dining table was filled with joy. "By the way, where did that card come from?" Chen Zitong suddenly asked. She was too busy during the day, so although she was curious, she didn't ask much. After all, being able to book the entire venue with three thousand lanterns was no small feat. She was afraid that Ning Beichuan had taken the wrong path. "I found it." Ning Beichuan casually replied. "You're fooling me!" Chen Zitong reproached him with a serious expression. Seeing Wu Jie's disbelief, Ning Beichuan immediately said, "Well, actually that card is just a credit card, worthless. The key point is that I am comrades with the boss of Sanqian Mingdeng, we are brothers in arms. I sent a text message at that time, and that's it." Thinking of He Jingcheng's attitude during the day, Chen Zitong nodded and said, "You are not allowed to do this in the future." "Although it's satisfying, it's all about human relationships, and it needs to be repaid!" "I have a sense of propriety." Seeing that Ning Beichuan listened, Chen Zitong nodded. After dinner, she assigned a room to Ning Beichuan. The apartment has three floors. The bottom floor is the living area. The second floor is Feng Ruoyan's territory. As for the third floor, it was originally the activity area of Qi Mei Mo Churan. Later, Mo Churan disappeared, so it has been vacant. Although no one has lived there for a long time, Chen Zitong kept it clean and spotless. Because she always believed that Mo Churan would come back sooner or later. The room of the seventh sister was decorated in gray and white, with simple geometric patterns, giving a strong impact. It is said that seeing an object reminds one of a person. Ning Beichuan lay on the bed, recalling the bits and pieces of the past, and soon fell asleep. Late at night. One o'clock in the morning. The door opened. Feng Ruoyan, wearing a coat, sneaked in. She held a baseball bat and knelt on the bed, poking Ning Beichuan, revealing a meaningful smile. "Who is it?" Ning Beichuan suddenly woke up, and just as he was about to make a move, he was held down by Feng Ruoyan. "Hush, I'll take you to play something exciting." In fact, Ning Beichuan woke up the moment the door opened. He just wanted to see if Feng Ruoyan wanted to take the opportunity to retaliate. To his disappointment, Feng Ruoyan didn't. Otherwise, he would definitely leave a memorable memory for the third sister. The two sneaked out of the apartment without alerting Chen Zitong. Downstairs. Seeing Ning Beichuan's vintage car, Feng Ruoyan was stunned and asked, "Where did you get this?" "I bought it for 500 yuan." "Then you've struck gold, this is a modified car!" Feng Ruoyan knocked on the vintage car and nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go." The two got into the vintage car. Roar! The engine roared. The car, like a stream of fire, raced through the moonlit night. Dingsheng Group. Brightly lit. 30th floor, Chairman's office. "Father, why did Tianwang Group make a move against us?" Chen Dingtian asked. "Establish dominance, raise the flag!" Chen Shengyuan, sitting in the boss chair, lit a cigar, tapped it lightly on the table, frowned, and looked unpleasant. The sudden arrival of the Tianwang Group disrupted his entire plan, even reshuffling the road for the next ten years. At this critical moment, every step had to be taken with extreme caution, as a single misstep could be irreparable! "But why?" Chen Dingtian couldn't understand, "Is it really because of a phone call from someone surnamed Ning?" "What Ning? When the Tianwang Group wants a share of Liangcheng, they naturally have to suppress the leading flagbearer. Don't you understand this?" Chen Shengyuan scolded angrily, "The chairman of the Tianwang Group is surnamed Fang, named Fang Zhongxin!" "As the pillar of prosperity, if the other party has reached your doorstep, how could you not know?!" Chen Shengyuan was furious and angrily swept the ashtray off the table, making a dull sound. Hearing Chen Shengyuan's words, Chen Dingtian was stunned. So, Ning Beichuan deceived him? He wasn't even a high-level executive of the Tianwang Group! "You useless fool! The Tianwang Group is coming at us aggressively. If you can't stop them this time, consider yourself no longer my son!" Chen Shengyuan stormed out, leaving behind a pale-faced Chen Dingtian. As he thought about the humiliating position he had been in earlier that day, Chen Dingtian grew angrier and more uncomfortable. He took out his phone and made a call, "Kuanglong, apprehend him!" In the early morning. The bustling night market was just beginning to come alive. Cars and people flowed incessantly. On the expressway, an antique car roared as it sped along, entering the highway. Controlled by Feng Ruoyan, the antique car roared, leaving a long shadow behind. The lightning-fast speed quickly caught the attention of the traffic police, and several patrol cars soon caught up. Feng Ruoyan pressed down on the accelerator and quickly distanced themselves. The traffic police were sweating profusely as they called the headquarters on their walkie-talkies. "Requesting backup, requesting backup. North Ring Road, Section Three, East Bridge. An antique car is severely speeding, posing a threat to road traffic safety." "Report the license plate number." "The license plate number is, Liang A-000...00!" The traffic police were dumbfounded! They couldn't stop this car! This was the order issued by the headquarters last night, and unexpectedly, they encountered it today. Was it good luck or bad luck? The traffic police felt uneasy. The response from the headquarters came, "Be cautious in your actions, let it pass immediately!" "Yes." The captain of the traffic police team was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize, "It's nothing, everyone disperse." The patrol cars immediately dispersed. Feng Ruoyan looked disappointed and sighed, "How boring!" Buzzing! Three modified top sports cars surrounded the antique car from behind, forming a triangular formation with the antique car in the center. Ferrari! Porsche! McLaren! This car is not something an ordinary person can afford to drive. At high speed, the window of the leading Ferrari opened, and a blond guy stuck out his middle finger, taunting Feng Ruoyan. "Oh, isn't this Miss Yan?" "What's up? Are you so poor that you're driving this kind of junk car?" Asking for trouble? This kind of provocation immediately made Feng Ruoyan's gaze turn icy. She pressed down on the accelerator, and the speed soared to 200 miles per hour! Boom! The vintage car shot forward like an arrow, instantly leaving the three cars behind by dozens of meters. Damn! The professional drivers were dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the vintage car that flew more than ten meters away, frozen in place! This old car is so fast! But how could they be willing to be overtaken by an old car? They quickly reacted and pressed down on the accelerator, chasing after her. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! In the darkness of the night, the four cars chased each other like streaks of fire.