usatvline Chapter 117 But what he wanted was more than that.
Chapter 117 But what he wanted was more than that.
Ning Yao answered the phone, and a mature, deep male voice came from the other end.
"I saw the news. I'm glad everything went well. What are your plans for the future? Will you come back?"
Ning Yao thought for a moment and replied, "I've decided to stay in the country for the time being."
"Yes, I understand." The man's voice remained calm and gentle, which was reassuring.
"...Is there any news about my biological father?" Ning Yao glanced at Wen Tingye beside her before asking the question. There were some things she felt she didn't need to hide from Wen Tingye, since her background had already been fully revealed at the engagement banquet and was no longer a secret.
"I'm sorry, we haven't found any information about your father yet. I will continue to send people to investigate and will notify you as soon as we have any news. Yao Yao, rest well in China. You've been working too hard these past few years. Leave the rest to me."
"Thank you, Mr. Xing." Ning Yao was very grateful to Xing Ershu, not only because he had gone to great lengths to help her investigate her background, but also because he had given her the Imperial City International Hotel, allowing her to successfully avenge her family.
"Don't stand on ceremony with me. I always keep my word. If you can't stay in China, come back. I'll always be your support."
"Get some rest, goodnight." Xing Ershu said and then hung up the phone.
Wen Tingye witnessed the whole thing, frowned in displeasure, and asked, "A man's phone call?"
“Yes.” Ning Yao nodded. Xing Ershu was a benefactor she met abroad, the biggest arms dealer in R country, and the godfather of the mafia.
Two years ago, Ning Yao encountered a fight between two mafia groups on the streets of R country and was unfortunately kidnapped by one of them. It was Xing Ershu who rescued her at that time, and later Xing Ershu became her support in R country.
Ning Yao originally thought that the other party liked her and wanted something from her, but since they met, Xing Ershu had never done anything excessive to her, provided her with help without asking for anything in return, and had never expressed any ambiguous thoughts. He had always acted as a gentleman.
Ning Yao had asked someone to investigate Xing Ershu. He was about the same age as her mother, who married and had a child early and would only be in her early forties if she were still alive.
She was eighteen when she met Xing Ershu, while Xing Ershu was thirty-six.
After ruling out the possibility that the other party liked her, Ning Yao secretly took Xing Ershu's DNA to the hospital for a paternity test. To her disappointment, Xing Ershu was not her biological father, and there was no blood relation between them.
“You have quite a few unwanted suitors around you.” Wen Tingye’s face turned green instantly, and even his voice carried a hint of displeasure.
Chen Xuezong and Mo Feiao were the only two he knew. Now, another unknown wild man had appeared, far away in another country.
How many other men he doesn't know are pursuing his woman behind his back?
Wen Tingye's thin lips were pressed tightly together, the intense sourness making his internal organs feel like they were about to rot away.
Ning Yao glanced at Wen Tingye for no apparent reason, and felt that this man was incredibly petty, even jealous of a forty-year-old man.
But thinking about it, Wen Tingye is already over thirty, while Xing Ershu, who is just over forty, is probably of the same generation as him.
"Don't overthink it and treat everyone as your imaginary love rival." Ning Yao said, getting up to go upstairs to the bedroom. She really couldn't handle the stress today and didn't want to move anymore.
“If you want revenge on the mere Ning family, you don’t need to go through all that trouble to ask Bruce. You might as well come directly to me.” Wen Tingye said.
His elbows rested on his knees, the smooth floor reflecting his long, slender legs, elegant men's leather shoes, and black socks.
"I've been preparing for this for a long time. I want to avenge my mother and myself with my own hands. For the past few years, I've been extremely cautious and will not allow the revenge plan to go wrong in the slightest." Ning Yao's voice was tired, but her eyes were bright and clear. Slender and tall, she resembled a beautiful night-blooming cereus.
"Of course I know that asking for your help would be twice as effective and could bring down the Ning family in the shortest amount of time, but what I want is not to bring down the Ning family, but to send all three of them to the deepest abyss, where they will never be able to rise again."
"Besides, what relationship do we have?"
“You are just the father of my child, you provided the sperm, I have no obligation to ask you to come out and help me with my family affairs.”
By the end, Wen Tingye felt physically uncomfortable; it felt as if his heart had been stabbed hard by a sharp thorn, causing him considerable pain.
Is that how she defines their relationship?
He understood Ning Yao and knew her stubborn nature. She was ambitious and intelligent enough, and despite her young age, her methods were no less than others. Especially when dealing with those old hands in the Ning family, she didn't hesitate at all, and her swift and decisive actions were very satisfying.
Wen Tingye likes and admires Ning Yao. Of course, he doesn't want to ruin such a smart girl with his own strength. Perhaps being her strong support and secretly helping her would be much better than raising her into an innocent canary.
But Wen Tingye inadvertently recalled Ning Yao's reaction to those two dirty videos, and his brows furrowed slightly.
Even though Ning Yao became a mother five years ago, and even though she has a strong personality, she is still just a girl in her early twenties. She should be happily on the university campus, carefree.
"I'm going to pick up the kids from the old house tomorrow. You'll come with me."
"Go and rest," Wen Tingye said to Ning Yao, leaning back on the sofa with his arms outstretched.
Upon hearing this, Ning Yao's eyes flashed with surprise, and she stood there stunned.
She had thought her words would anger this petty man, and had even prepared how to retaliate verbally. But to her surprise, Wen Tingye suddenly seemed to have changed his temper and didn't vent his anger on her at all.
Ning Yao felt a bit frustrated that all the beautiful Chinese phrases she had prepared were now useless.
It was indeed Wen Tingye who forced her to hand over Da Bao and Er Bao back then, and personally took away her children. It's normal that she had a bad impression of him.
"When are we going to pick up the child tomorrow?" Ning Yao asked.
"After you wake up." Wen Tingye looked at Ning Yao with a focused expression, his deep eyes holding unfathomable emotions.
Ning Yao nodded, turned and walked towards the steps in the living room, preparing to go upstairs.
Ning Yao's beautiful ankles, clad in high heels, paused slightly in mid-air. She frowned, hesitating, and slowed her movements.
Wen Tingye, sitting on the sofa, picked up the milk glass that Ning Yao had drunk from and casually brought it to his lips, not caring at all that it was Ning Yao's. He intentionally or unintentionally aimed at the red lip print on the glass, tilted his head back slightly, and gulped down two mouthfuls.
Ning Yao turned her head and caught a glimpse of this scene. Her gaze followed the movement of Wen Tingye's sexy Adam's apple, and her cheeks flushed instantly. She remembered how she had been clinging to the man in the car like an octopus, and she opened her lips and gently bit Wen Tingye's Adam's apple.
Noticing someone watching him, Wen Tingye turned his head and met Ning Yao's gaze.
Ning Yao gave a dry laugh and awkwardly raised her hand to brush away the stray black hairs by her ear.
"Wen Tingye, thank you."
"Yes, you're welcome."
After receiving a response, Ning Yao ran upstairs without looking back, her steps hurried and tense.
Wen Tingye watched Ning Yao leave until her tall, slender figure completely disappeared, then a slight smile slowly curved his thin lips.
He knew, of course, that Ning Yao was thanking him for not stopping her from getting close to the child, but what he wanted was far more than that…