Chapter 122 What Kind of Feeling Shouldn't Exist?

"Second brother, you..." Ning Xin'er's eyes suddenly reddened, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she choked back sobs.

Ning Wanzhen's heart sank, and she angrily retorted, "Rong Zhi, she's an outsider, and who are you to talk about?"

“Auntie…” Ning Xin’er’s eyelashes trembled as fragilely as cicada wings, her expression a mixture of fear and grievance. Deep down, however, she felt an indescribable sense of pride.

Faced with Ning Wanzhen's rebuke, Rong Zhi's eyes grew even colder, and he said, word by word, "Mother, I don't know either. What am I to you? Why don't you go ask Father?"

"You?" Ning Wanzhen's blood pressure soared with anger, and an unhealthy flush rose on both cheekbones.

"Auntie, don't be angry." Ning Xin'er quickly put down the fruit knife and apple in her hand, gently patting Ning Wanzhen's chest. Turning her gaze to Rong Zhi, she said, "Second Brother, calm down. Auntie didn't mean anything by it, it's just..."

A hint of contempt flashed in Rong Zhi's eyes as he interrupted, coldly addressing the steward, "Don't keep the Shen family waiting. Let them in quickly."

"Yes, Second Master." The steward replied and quickly walked out.

Seeing this, Ning Xin'er quickly grabbed Ning Wanzhen's arm, "Auntie, shall I take you upstairs?"

Rong Zhi let out a cold laugh in his heart.

It's a real shame that Ning Xin'er isn't an actress.

Ning Wanzhen's eyes narrowed. "Since they've come looking for me, why should I go up?"

Ning Xin'er didn't know what to do, "Then I..."

"You sit down properly," Ning Wanzhen said angrily.

Ning Xin'er glanced at Rong Zhi, her almond-shaped eyes moistening, the corners of her eyes slightly downturned, making her face appear even more pitiful. "I..."

"Sit still," Ning Wanzhen emphasized.

Ning Xin'er sat down helplessly, looking very uncomfortable.

Rong Zhi's gaze towards her turned icy.

Ning Xin'er couldn't help but shiver.

Hatred could not suppress fear.

"Young Master Shen, please come in."

The steward quickly led in a man in his thirties.

Ning Wanzhen took two deep breaths, composed herself, and looked up.

Upon seeing this, Ning Xin'er instinctively stood up.

The eldest son of the Shen family in the capital, and the cousin of the head of the Shen family, his status and position are not as high as Shen Yilin's, but they are still extremely noble.

Rong Zhi stood up, his brows furrowing almost imperceptibly, his eyes dark and deep.

"Young Master Shen's presence is an honor to the Bo family."

It's just polite talk, but it also creates a sense of distance.

Shen Qingchen smiled gently, "Second Master, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Rong Zhi raised his hand, gesturing for him to sit down.

Shen Qingchen smiled at him, moved to sit down, and gestured to the servants accompanying her to present the gift to Ning Wanzhen.

"Madam, this is a small token of my appreciation since we first met. Please accept it with a smile."

Even though Ning Wanzhen was trying hard to control her emotions, she was still somewhat uneasy, her heart sinking. After a few seconds of silence, she finally responded.

"Young Master, you're too kind."

Shen Qingchen was taken aback when he saw Ning Xin'er still standing there. "This is Miss Xinglan?"

Ning Xin'er blushed and smiled awkwardly, "Young Master, I am Ning Xin'er."

"I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else." A hint of apology appeared in Shen Qingchen's eyes.

Ning Xin'er blushed and smiled shyly.

Shen Qingchen returned her a smile.

After the servants had placed the gifts, he spoke again, "Madam, would you please invite Miss Xinglan over for a chat?"

Ning Wanzhen was slightly taken aback. "You want to see Xinglan?"

Shen Qingchen explained gently, "To be honest, the reason I came to Jiangcheng this time was for her."

Ning Wanzhen's heart sank further, and she couldn't help but feel a little breathless. After catching her breath, she slowly spoke, "Young Master, I am just Xinglan's aunt."

The implication is that there are some things she can't make decisions about.

Shen Qingchen's expression remained calm as she shifted her gaze to Rong Zhi. "Second Master, what do you think?"

Rong Zhi's expression was indifferent as he parted his thin lips slightly, "Young Master, what has my sixth sister done wrong?"

Ning Xin'er, who was sitting quietly to the side, held her breath.

Ning Wanzhen, however, looked very nervous.

Bo Xinglan is pregnant with Shen Yilin's child, and almost everyone in the Bo family knows this. Yet, Rong Zhi is pretending not to know.

Shen Qingchen pretended to be ignorant, and asked in return, "Second Master doesn't know?"

Rong Zhi frowned slightly. "My sixth sister is usually well-behaved. If she has really done something wrong, I'm afraid she has been taken advantage of by someone else."

A clash of masters. Every word and phrase is a battle of wits and power.

Ning Wanzhen's eyelids twitched.

The temperature in the living room suddenly dropped several degrees.

Ning Xin'er felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively moved closer to Ning Wanzhen.

Shen Qingchen's heart sank slightly, but her face still wore a gentle smile. "I also believe that Miss Xinglan is a kind-hearted girl, but..."

He stopped deliberately.

"Just what?" Rong Zhi's eyes held a complex and unpredictable emotion.

Seeing that continuing like this would only waste time, Shen Qingchen was about to speak when the Bo family's head steward came over to serve tea.

"Young Master, please have some tea."

Shen Qingchen nodded slightly, displaying the noble demeanor of a superior.

He took a sip of tea and explained the purpose of his trip.

"Madam, Second Master. I've come here because my uncle heard some rumors that Miss Xinglan and my third brother have an inappropriate relationship."

"Shouldn't exist? Ha." Rong Zhi sneered upon hearing this. "May I ask, young master, what kind of feelings do you mean should not exist?"

Ning Wanzhen's heart sank to the bottom, and her expression became more serious.

Ning Xin'er's fingers tightened, and she felt a little flustered.

She had barely left the third house when Bo Xinglan suffered a miscarriage.

Anyone would doubt her.

Strangely, Sang Yuwan has not inquired about this matter until now.

Ning Xin'er's palms were sweating, and she looked at Shen Qingchen with fear and unease.

"The meaning of 'inappropriate' is an abnormal relationship between men and women."

"Young Master, your words not only insult my sixth sister, but also humiliate your third brother." Rong Zhi's eyes were dark and his tone was cold.

After weighing the pros and cons, Sang Yuwan chose to settle the matter peacefully. Unexpectedly, the Shen family proved to be so ungrateful.

Fortunately, he didn't let her come over.

Otherwise, given her temper, she would only get extremely angry.

Shen Qingchen remained remarkably calm, her expression still composed, and spoke unhurriedly, "My third brother did indeed make a mistake. He has a fiancée and should have rejected other people's feelings. But Miss Liu, knowing he has a fiancée, still harassed him relentlessly. What is this?"

Rong Zhi's pupils contracted, his lips curved upwards, and he chuckled softly as if he had heard a huge joke.

"Young Master, your ability to distort the truth is something we can only dream of."

Hearing Shen Qingchen's words, Ning Wanzhen couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.

It was clearly Shen Yilin who drugged Bo Xinglan and then committed the crime against her. Now they're turning around and accusing her.

“Young Master Shen, my second master is right. We are all very clear about what happened between Xinglan and Young Master Shen. It’s one thing for you not to admit your mistake, but now you’re even blaming my Xinglan. If that’s your intention, then I think there’s no need for us to continue talking.”

"Aunt?" Ning Xin'er was surprised that Ning Wanzhen would speak up for Rong Zhi.