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Chapter 225 Excellent Question

Looking at the phone screen that suddenly went dark, Ning Xiuyang's smile deepened.

He could easily imagine how furious the enraged little wildcat must be.

I estimate she'll come rushing back, radiating murderous intent, in less than half an hour.

However, he wasn't flustered at all.

Someone has to start this show, and all he needs to do is sit back and enjoy the actors' wonderful performances.

He casually tossed his phone back onto the coffee table and turned to walk back into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Shen Yourong was still in a state of great panic and lingering fear.

Her daughter's sharp questions were like knives stabbing into her heart, making her pale, cold, and so disgusted that she forgot to flip the fried eggs in the pan, and a burnt smell began to fill the air.

Her mind was filled with the thought that "it's all over," and she was trembling all over, completely unsure how to face the impending storm.

Just then, a warm and firm chest pressed against her from behind, and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her into a solid and warm embrace.

The familiar masculine scent enveloped her, and the steady, powerful heartbeat seemed to possess a strange magic, gradually calming her wildly beating heart.

"Don't be afraid."

Ning Xiuyang gently rested his chin on her fragrant shoulder, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his voice deep and magnetic, "I've got you covered, the sky won't fall."

"But...but Youyou, she..." Shen Yourong's voice was still choked with sobs, filled with helplessness.

"She's your daughter, and she's mine too," Ning Xiuyang chuckled, turning her around to face him. He then gently wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his finger. "Family matters should be discussed behind closed doors. What's the rush?"

His tone was so relaxed, as if he were talking about the weather. His composure and confidence unconsciously infected Shen You-rong, and her panic was gradually dispelled.

Yes, he is Ning Xiuyang.

He is the man who can casually give away hundreds of thousands of yuan in tips and can produce a "miracle drug" to save his mother's life.

What else is there that he can't solve?

Seeing her face gradually regain its color, Ning Xiuyang smiled with satisfaction, lowered his head and pecked her lips, then acted as if nothing had happened, taking her hand and leading her to sit down at the dining table.

"Alright, stop overthinking. Quickly try your cooking, I'm starving."

Seeing his calm and collected demeanor, Shen Yourong felt completely relieved. Two blushes involuntarily rose on her face. She gave him a reproachful look, then obediently served him porridge and placed a perfectly fried egg into his bowl.

A delightful and heartwarming breakfast.

While eating slowly and deliberately, Ning Xiuyang didn't forget to gently rub Shen Yourong's round calves, which were clad in thin black stockings, under the table with his foot.

The faint touch felt like tiny electric currents, shooting up from her legs and reaching every part of her body.

This made her blush, her heart race, and her body go weak. Her hand holding the chopsticks was even a little unsteady. She could only glare at him shyly and timidly, her eyes hazy and watery. There was no trace of the tension and worry from before; it was all replaced by alluring charm.

Breakfast took a full hour to eat in this ambiguous atmosphere.

Seeing that it was almost time, Ning Xiuyang wiped his mouth and stood up.

"I have to go now."

"So soon..." Shen Yourong's eyes were full of reluctance as she followed him step by step to the entrance.

Ning Xiuyang turned around and looked at the charming and beautiful woman in front of him, who was completely focused on him. He was moved and pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her.

It was a passionate yet domineering deep kiss.

He savored the sweetness between her lips and teeth, as if he wanted to meld her whole being into his very bones.

Only when Shen Yourong was so overwhelmed by the kiss that she leaned limply against him, panting, did he reluctantly release her, stroking her swollen lips with his fingers, and whisper, "Wait for my call."

"Mmm..." Shen Yourong murmured like a cat's meow, gazing at him intently.

Ning Xiuyang waved casually, turned around and went downstairs.

He started the imposing Lehman bulletproof G-Class, the massive engine letting out a deep roar as it slowly drove out of the somewhat old neighborhood.

Just as the car merged into the main road, preparing to accelerate and leave.

Ning Xiuyang glanced casually at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, a yellow taxi screeched to a halt at the entrance of the residential complex.

Immediately afterwards, the car door was pushed open, and a familiar and slender figure rushed out of the car.

It was Shen Youyou.

Her face was full of anxiety and anger, her beautiful hair flying wildly in the morning breeze. She didn't even bother to pay the bill, just yelled "Wait for me!" at the driver, and then, without looking back, she plunged into the gate of the residential area like a cannonball.

Ning Xiuyang looked at the disappearing figure in the rearview mirror, a smile involuntarily curving his lips, his eyes revealing a hint of amusement.

"Bang!"

The door was violently pushed open by a tremendous force, slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

Shen Youyou rushed in, panting heavily, her chest heaving, her pretty face flushed red from running and anger.

Only Shen Yourong, the mother, was in the living room.

She seemed to have just finished clearing the dishes. Hearing the noise, she turned around in a panic, a dishcloth in her hand, her eyes darting away, avoiding eye contact with her daughter.

"Youyou, you... why are you back?" Her voice was dry and unnatural.

A faint scent of men's aftershave lingered in the air, mixed with the aroma of breakfast, one of which, a bowl of porridge, had clearly just been taken away.

All of this felt like sharp thorns, piercing Shen Youyou's heart.

Ignoring her mother's questions, with bloodshot eyes like an enraged lioness, she walked straight past her and kicked open her mother's bedroom door.

The room was very tidy, and the blankets were folded into neat squares.

But Shen Youyou's gaze was fixed on the single sofa at the foot of the bed in just one glance.

There, a black men's shirt jacket was casually draped over his shoulders.

It belongs to Ning Xiuyang!

I've seen him wear that before.

With a bang, Shen Youyou felt all the blood rush to her head, and the string of reason snapped completely.

She rushed over, grabbed the coat as if she had caught some irrefutable evidence of a crime, and turned and ran out of the bedroom.

"What's going on?!"

She slammed the coat, still warm from the man's body, in front of Shen Yourong, her eyes red, and demanded, "Was he here?! You, you and him... when did you two start this?"

Her questioning seemed to be bursting with anger, but it was hollow and revealed a forced lack of confidence.