Having traveled through time, shouldn't you make a splash in your life?

Ning Dongyang originally didn't want to go.

Then I thought about it again.

It would be good to get to know them.

Being able to unite with those around you can expand your network.

If you know what someone looks like beforehand, you won't mistake them for someone else if you need to come to them for a rib.

So he readily agreed: "Okay."

The group entered the dealership's lobby, where Ning Dongyang's limited-edition Rolls-Royce was displayed in a very prominent position.

After receiving the commission contract from the shop assistant, Ning Dongyang quickly flipped through it and signed it.

"Brother Chen, I've already spoken with the housekeeper at No. 1 Courtyard. You can have someone drive the car over later, and they'll take it for me."

Upon hearing Ning Dongyang mention No. 1 Courtyard, Chen Beichuan smiled knowingly: "I also have a house in No. 1 Courtyard."

"When we have some free time, we'll visit each other."

"Let me go first. Brother Ning, you've moved to a new house, so I need to bring two bottles of wine to congratulate you."

"When the time comes, we won't leave until we're completely drunk."

The preceding words can be ignored. The key point is that someone wanted to drink with Ning Dongyang until they were completely drunk, so he had no choice but to let them.

Ning Dongyang smiled and nodded: "We won't leave until we're drunk."

Many of the third generation members of the six prominent families in Jiangcheng own houses in No. 1 Courtyard. Being able to live in No. 1 Courtyard is itself a manifestation of connections and capital.

After leaving the Silverwing luxury car dealership, Ning Dongyang drove his Mercedes-Benz G-Class to Jiangcheng University of Finance and Economics, and then went to the herbal tea shop.

Gan Lin got off the car first. She had to walk for about ten minutes to get to the milk tea shop at the same time as Ning Dongyang.

When Ning Dongyang entered the milk tea shop, the chattering sounds around him were the same as yesterday.

"Boss, great!!"

"Boss, you're late today."

Faced with this question, Ning Dongyang laughed and said, "If you come to work on time, then you're not the boss."

"Boss, your fly is undone."

Ning Dongyang thought to himself, "Damn it! Could it be on the balcony of the VIP penthouse in Courtyard No. 1..."

Looking down, I realized I'd been fooled by that little brat.

"Boss, I brought a homemade breakfast today, would you like a bite?"

Ning Dongyang looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Guo Nina was holding a large meat bun, which had been bitten into only half.

"Boss, your eyes are as deep as the starry sky today. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and your soul must be exceptionally pure. Oh my, I'm completely captivated by you, boss."

Ning Dongyang noticed that his mental strength had improved, and his eyes had indeed become more profound.

"Boss, don't move, I'm going to pounce on you!!"

The one who said she wanted to take down Ning Dongyang was Zhang Qianqian, the "big waterfall" in the group dedicated to helping the boss, who was full of vulgar and inappropriate words.

"Boss, ignore those vixens."

"They'll suck your bone marrow dry, but only I can let you suck it... I cooked fresh red beans early this morning, boss, have some."

According to the lottery they drew yesterday, it's Cheng Wenting's turn today.

Xu Doukou told them yesterday that Ning Dongyang likes to drink red bean milk tea. Actually, what he really likes to drink is red bean milk tea without tea.

Cheng Wenting, holding a red bean milk tea, pulled Ning Dongyang to his seat from yesterday and put the milk tea to his lips.

I took a comfortable breath.

Ning Dongyang's gaze swept over Cheng Wenting, and his previously delighted mood instantly turned to anger: "Cheng Wenting, you have bruises on your arm. Who hit you?"

Cheng Wenting quickly pulled her sleeves down.

Just as she was serving Ning Dongyang milk tea, she stretched out her hand, revealing bruises on her arm.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"No one hit me, I just tripped and fell."

Ning Dongyang said in a tone that suggested he was an idiot, "Can a fall really cause bruises like being whipped with a willow branch?"

As he spoke, he grabbed her arm and pulled up her sleeve, revealing even more striped bruises, which were truly shocking.

Cheng Wenting pulled down her sleeves, revealing two small tiger teeth as she smiled: "It's okay, I'm not in pain."

Ning Dongyang laughed angrily: "It hurts just looking at it."

"You said you weren't in pain!!"

"Sit down and talk it over. Who hit you? The boss will back you up."

Ning Dongyang pressed for answers.

Cheng Wenting's eyes dimmed: "My mother."

"She was in a bad mood yesterday, and I don't blame her. My mother is a single mother who raised me all by herself; it wasn't easy for her."

"When my mother was young, she was drugged in a bar, and that's how I came to be. The man who was my mother's childhood sweetheart left her completely after he found out about this."

"My mother is heartbroken and hates all men in the world."

"When my mother is angry, she often says that I am a scumbag's child and should not have been born."

"I'm used to it."

Having someone to confide in can release pent-up emotions.

As Cheng Wenting spoke, she added, "When my mother was pregnant with me, she wasn't sure if I was her childhood sweetheart's child. She was taking a gamble, and in the end, the paternity test showed that she lost the gamble."

"Even so, she didn't abandon me. She's actually a kind woman. At most, when she's in a bad mood, she'll hit me a few times with a willow branch. I don't hate her at all."

Ning Dongyang sighed, unsure how to comfort her.

After thinking it over, he said in a low voice, "How about I let you pounce on me?"

A blush quickly spread across Cheng Wenting's face.

"Boss, why did I pounce on you?"

Ning Dongyang laughed and said, "Pounce on me, and it will heal your wounds."

Cheng Wenting flashed her two little tiger teeth, and her mood inexplicably improved. She snorted at Ning Dongyang.

Don't assume she's too young to know about that.

If she were to pounce on Ning Dongyang, there would be no chance of healing her wounds; instead, it would only cause new ones.

She wouldn't let him get his way so easily. People often say that if a girl is easily taken advantage of, she won't be cherished.

She's not stupid.

However, since it was finally her turn today, she couldn't just do nothing... at most, she could let him touch her a few times.

"Boss."

A moment later, Cheng Wenting stood up, not daring to say a word, and ran away like a frightened little rabbit.

Seats by the window.

Ning Dongyang held his right hand in front of his eyes and glared at it with utter contempt... Even a hand should have martial ethics.

After scoffing at his right hand, he took out his phone and dialed Lu Anwu's number, which was answered almost instantly.

A steady voice came from the other end of the phone: "Boss."

Ning Dongyang: "There's a grass jelly milk tea shop outside the university town. I'm the owner. Come over here; I have something to tell you."

Lu Anwu: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Ning Dongyang hung up the phone.

Gan Lin arrived late at the entrance of the milk tea shop.

"Sister Lin."

Zhang Qianqian looked at Gan Lin as she entered, a look of surprise in her eyes. She quickly pulled her inside, asking, "Were you with a man last night?"