FWF Chapter 178 Brother's Toys
Chapter 178 Brother's Toys
When Tang Wei's hand finally grasped the cold doorknob, she could even hear her own heart pounding like a drum.
She slowly opened the door a crack.
A woman stood outside the door.
A sophisticated and beautiful career woman with a mature and elegant demeanor.
The woman wore a well-tailored black business suit that accentuated her curvaceous and alluring figure. Her face was adorned with delicate makeup, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and worry. With her long legs in black stockings and high heels, she was simply a top-tier beauty who embodied both sexiness and charm.
The moment the door opened, their eyes met.
Tang Wei was stunned.
Looking at the woman outside the door, whose aura was so powerful that she felt inferior to her, she had only one thought in her mind.
What a graceful and elegant older sister!
She's like the kind of domineering female CEO you see on TV, sitting in her top-floor office, able to decide the fate of countless people with just a word!
Rong Qing'e, who was standing outside the door, was also stunned.
She was startled when she saw the pure yet alluring face peeking through the crack in the door, and those bright yet shy eyes.
What a... what a spirited girl!
Her eyes were like the clearest mountain stream, so clean and without a trace of impurity.
Rong Qing'e's gaze unconsciously shifted downwards.
When she saw the girl's bare shoulders and the faint traces of lovemaking, her pupils suddenly contracted.
She understood instantly.
It turns out... the master was in the hospital, not because he was sick.
Instead, it's about... "getting things done".
A wave of indescribable bitterness and loss instantly washed over her.
So, all that rushed here in such a hurry was... to stumble upon my master's good deed?
It turned out that during the two days when he was neglected, there was another woman by his master's side.
She is not irreplaceable.
This realization, like a needle, pierced Rong Qing'e's heart.
In the end, it was Rong Qing'e, who had been tempered by society for a long time, who was the first to break the strange silence.
She forced down the bitterness in her heart and forced a smile that appeared as gentle and professional as possible.
"Hello, little sister."
Her voice was gentle and polite.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Ning Xiuyang in this ward?"
"My brother's here~"
Upon hearing the woman's question, Tang Wei nodded subconsciously, her blush deepening.
She could feel the fleeting scrutiny and understanding in the other person's eyes, which made her feel incredibly ashamed.
But the thought of her brother watching from behind gave her a strong pep talk.
Don't back down!
She mustered her courage and opened the ward door wider, making room for someone to pass through.
This action also exposed her body more to Rong Qing'e's view.
Rong Qing'e's gaze uncontrollably swept over Tang Wei's youthful yet already well-developed body.
That afternoon, in the living room where their wedding photo hung, on that sofa that brought her both endless humiliation and pleasure…
He was like that too, domineering and brooking no argument.
It turns out that this was not a "gift" exclusively for her.
It turns out that the master treated every woman in his life the same way.
Rong Qing'e's heart was in turmoil.
But she maintained a polite smile, as if she hadn't seen anything.
She walked gracefully into the ward.
A strong smell, a mixture of disinfectant and hormones, hit me.
Her gaze immediately fell on the man lounging lazily on the hospital bed.
Seeing Ning Xiuyang's relaxed and even slightly mocking expression, Rong Qing'e's worry instantly turned into a wistful resentment.
Ok.
She thought he had some serious illness and was so scared that she forgot to take her bag.
The results of it?
They're doing just fine!
It couldn't be better!
He's in the hospital room right now, playing an intimate "role-playing" game with a young and pretty girl!
"Boss Ning..."
Rong Qing'e took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the ridiculous grievance in her heart, and spoke respectfully.
"What...what happened to you? Are you alright?"
Even though we know he's alright, we still have to go through the proper procedures.
Ning Xiuyang found it amusing to look at her feigned composure, though her eyes betrayed her resentment and bitterness.
Are you jealous?
well.
If someone gets jealous, it means they've really taken it to heart.
He didn't answer Rong Qing'e's question. Instead, he raised an eyebrow and spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"At the company, you call me boss, and I won't argue with you."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an invisible sense of pressure, making the temperature in the entire ward seem to drop a few degrees.
"But now."
His gaze sharpened, like two daggers piercing straight into the depths of Rong Qing'e's heart.
There are no outsiders here.
"What should you call me?"
boom!
These words, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded in Rong Qing'e's mind!
Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her face instantly turned bright red!
What should I call him?
She subconsciously turned her head to look at Tang Wei, who was standing next to her, also looking at everything in shock.
In front of this young girl...
Make her utter that shameful term that signifies utter submission?
This……
An unprecedented sense of shame, like molten lava, instantly surged through her entire body!
This was even more embarrassing for her than having to say those offensive things to Ju Wenming on the phone.
That time, at least there were no "audience".
But now...
She could clearly sense that the girl named Tang Wei was scanning back and forth between her and Ning Xiuyang with a curious, shocked, and even slightly inquisitive gaze.
No!
Absolutely not!
How could she, the general manager of Zhengyang Media, adopt such a subservient attitude in front of a mere young girl?
Her pride, her self-respect, wouldn't allow it.
Rong Qing'e was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
She bit her lower lip, her nails digging deep into her palms, trying to maintain her last shred of dignity through pain.
However, when she met Ning Xiuyang's cold yet playful eyes, all her struggles seemed so pale and powerless.
That look in her eyes—she knew it all too well.
That's the look a hunter gives his prey.
It exudes an air of absolute confidence and an unyielding authority.
He is waiting.
When she herself dropped all pretense and completely and without reservation surrendered to him.
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