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.