Mr. Nian, Your Wife Refuses To Be The Substitute - Chapter 339
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Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Even if she had to bet on herself again, she would never let Nian lie off the hook (1:

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Ning Qing said that she was going back to the company, but she turned around and went back to the ning family.

When she entered the house, her parents were both there, including Yan Sichen, who had just arrived.

Ning Qing changed her shoes. father, mother, I'm home.

Father ning nodded and Yan Sichen smiled at her gently. Qingqing.

brother Sichen, what are you doing here? ning Qing picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip.

Yan Sichen glanced at father ning with a warm look in his eyes. my father got two pots of good tea a few days ago. He knew that uncle ning liked it, so he asked me to bring it over today.

Ning Qing glanced at the red gift box on the coffee table, then at father ning, who had a long face, and nodded thoughtfully.

I heard from uncle ning that you spent the whole night working on the drawings in the office, Yan Sichen said casually with a faint smile in his eyes.

Ning Qing's grip on the cup tightened.

Before she went to the bar last night, she was afraid that they would be worried about her, so she lied.

Unexpectedly, she really didn't come back the whole night.

Ning Qing took another sip of water and mumbled an mm .

work is work. Your health is more important. Qingqing, don't work too hard.

I know,

What do you know? Mr. Ning suddenly interjected in a resentful and serious tone, what kind of job do you have now that you have to work all night long? Your body is already weak, but you have to go through all this. Do you think that your father can't support you when he's old?

Ning Qing was a little confused by his sudden anger. father, I didn't mean it that way.

Then quit your current job and go home to recuperate!

It was clearly words of concern, but her tone was so aggressive that it didn't feel good.

In the kitchen, mother ning heard him and shouted, ning chengfeng, what are you angry about again?

Seeing father ning's expression change again and again, Yan Sichen tried to calm him down. uncle ning, don't be angry. Qingqing knows what to do about this kind of thing.

Father ning clenched his fist and pressed it against his thigh. His back was straight and he pursed his lips without saying a word. However, ning Qing could still see his hesitant look.

She didn't feel good.

Her long eyelashes drooped, covering the surging emotions in her eyes.

This is what I want to do, dad.

You can choose not to like it, and I do not ask for your support, but I just want to do this. Please do not stop me.

Yan Sichen's hand that was consoling father ning froze, and his brown eyes darkened.

Father ning's eyes widened in anger. you're always so stubborn and disobedient! If we encounter those things again in the future, ran ran

I will bear the consequences myself.

Her simple words made father ning shut up.

Silence spread.

The sound of cooking could be heard clearly in the kitchen.

After a while, ning Qing restrained her stubbornness and determination. I'm a little tired. I'll go upstairs and rest first. You don't have to wait for me to eat.

She put down the cup, turned around, and went upstairs.

After she returned to her bedroom, ning Qing locked the door before she laid down on her bed with her face facing the duvet.

Everyone must have known about the news yesterday. That was why her father was telling her these hidden words.

But she had to do this.

The hatred that could not be released had tortured her day and night and supported her to this day.

Even if she had to bet on herself again, she would never let Nian lie and those people off!

But [ dad, mom ]

Her father's envious but helpless look reappeared in her mind.

His heart was twisted into a ball.

Swish-

There was a knock on the door.

Ning Qing took a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and propped herself up to open the door.

I said I'm tired

Qing Qing, it's me.

The man's calm and gentle voice was as melodious as a violin.