northernbook Chapter 259 One word: Run
Chapter 259 One word: Run
Meng Yujin instinctively assumed that the person who could afford Villa No. 9 must be a pot-bellied middle-aged man, or simply an old man with gray hair.
After all, social assets are now almost fixed, and only the old folks have enough capital to afford the most expensive apartments.
Unexpectedly, he turned out to be an even more handsome and charming young man than he appeared in the photos!
Meng Yujin's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
When Zheng Wenxin saw Meng Yujin, it was as if he had found a way to save face.
He cleared his throat, put on a familiar, slightly ambiguous smile, and said to Meng Yujin, "Yujin, you're here? My uncle has been talking about you lately."
"We just spoke on the phone yesterday. He asked me to ask you what your decision is. He can't wait any longer."
He deliberately spoke vaguely, leaving room for speculation, in order to show Ning Xiuyang that he had a close relationship with this beautiful general manager.
However, his little scheme was destined to fail.
Upon hearing this, Meng Yujin's professional smile froze slightly, and a barely perceptible hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.
But she ignored Zheng Wenxin and walked straight to Ning Xiuyang's car. She bowed slightly and said in the sweetest, most respectful voice, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Ning Xiuyang?"
"Yes, that's me." Ning Xiuyang nodded.
"Hello, Mr. Ning!"
Meng Yujin's face immediately lit up with a bright smile, and she said respectfully, "I am Meng Yujin, the property manager of Huasheng Junting. Welcome home! I have received your notification, and everything is ready."
This scene completely stunned Zheng Wenxin, who was standing next to him.
He is not a fool.
Meng Yujin's attitude towards me was professionally polite, even a little perfunctory.
But her attitude towards Ning Xiuyang was one of genuine, undisguised respect and flattery!
And then, considering Ning Xiuyang's presence here...
A terrible thought popped into Zheng Wenxin's mind.
Is it...
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
That villa number nine is the legendary king of buildings!
Even his uncle said that the person who could buy that place must be a top figure in the entire Xia Kingdom!
Ning Xiuyang... how could he be?
However, the next second, Meng Yujin's words plunged him into an abyss.
"Mr. Ning, I will now take you to your residence, Villa No. 9, 'Sky Palace on the Clouds'."
boom!
Zheng Wenxin felt as if a bolt of lightning had struck him hard on the top of his head.
Is he...is he really the owner of Villa No. 9?
Grass!
What kind of monster did I offend last night?!
Zheng Wenxin's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.
Looking at Ning Xiuyang's calm and collected face, he felt nothing but endless fear and regret.
What revenge? What settling scores?
Fuck it!
Now all he wants is for this great master to just let him go like a fart!
Meng Yujin naturally noticed Zheng Wenxin's expression of utter disbelief.
Although she was equally shocked, she felt an overwhelming sense of ecstasy.
You made the right bet!
This Mr. Ning is indeed a very influential figure with connections everywhere!
Even Zheng Wenxin had to act like a grandson in front of him!
If I could get on the good side of this guy...
Meng Yujin's heart instantly stirred.
She spoke into the gatekeeper's walkie-talkie, "Open the door! It's Mr. Ning, the owner of Villa No. 9!"
Upon hearing this, the security personnel at the gate were startled and immediately pressed the gate opening button.
The heavy, ornate iron gate slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a road inside that resembled a royal garden.
"Mr. Ning, please."
Meng Yujin opened the car door and gracefully sat in the passenger seat.
Just as Ning Xiuyang was about to drive in, Zheng Wenxin suddenly snapped to attention and realized what was happening.
He scrambled to the car window, his face plastered with an extremely obsequious smile.
"Ning... Ning Shen! Brother Ning!"
He even changed his form of address, his tone becoming extremely humble.
"Brother Ning, you see... what happened last night was all my fault for not recognizing your true worth. I was such an idiot!"
"You're so magnanimous, please don't hold it against me!"
"When are you free? I'll treat you to a meal as an apology!"
He now only wants to seize every opportunity to repair his relationship with Ning Xiuyang.
Even just to make sure the other person doesn't hold a grudge against me would be fine!
Looking at Zheng Wenxin's fawning face, which was almost pressed against the car window, Ning Xiuyang's eyes flashed with a faint hint of mockery.
Yesterday he was arrogant and domineering, calling himself "this young master" and saying he wanted to "borrow" his woman to "play with for two days".
Today, he's become "Brother Ning" or "God Ning," humble as a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.
Is this what they call high society?
It's really terrifyingly realistic.
"No need for meals."
Ning Xiuyang's tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. He shook his head and said, "I'm not familiar with you."
A simple sentence, yet like an invisible sword, instantly pierced Zheng Wenxin's last psychological defense.
Not familiar with it.
These two words represent rejection and drawing a clear line.
This also means that they didn't take him seriously at all.
Zheng Wenxin's face instantly turned from fawning to deathly pale, and he froze on the spot, at a loss for what to do.
Ning Xiuyang's next words made Zheng Wenxin's eyes twitch violently, and he stared at him blankly, looking like he wanted to get angry but dared not.
"But I must say, Young Master Zheng, you have a good eye for people. The taste of your goddess, Sun Ruoyi... tsk..."
"One word: smooth and moisturizing!"
Ning Xiuyang gave a wicked smile, ran his thumb across his lower lip, and then stepped on the gas and sped away.
Cool!
Zheng Wenxin cursed inwardly, but dared not show it at all; his face looked like he was about to cry.
Moisturizing!
This seemingly ordinary word perfectly encapsulates the troubles he carries.
He couldn't imagine how Sun Ruoyi, the goddess known as the most beautiful woman in Zhonghai, had offered her loyalty to this bastard last night.
Meng Yujin, sitting in the passenger seat, took in all of this, and her opinion of Ning Xiuyang rose several levels higher.
This young homeowner is not only of distinguished status, but also decisive in his actions and exudes a powerful aura.
Even the eldest son of the Zheng family was like a grandson in front of him, and couldn't find a way to curry favor with him.
She glanced at Ning Xiuyang's handsome profile and her heart skipped a beat.
Ning Xiuyang ignored Zheng Wenxin, who was still standing in the petrochemical plant, stepped on the gas, and the black Luman G-Class drove smoothly into Huashengjunting like a silent beast.
As you pass through the gate, the view suddenly opens up before you.
The meticulously manicured lawns, the winding artificial streams, and the well-arranged pavilions and towers—every detail exudes understated luxury.
While giving Ning Xiuyang directions, Meng Yujin introduced the various facilities in the community in her sweet and gentle voice.
"Mr. Ning, our community adopts a pedestrian-vehicle separation design, and all the main roads are landscaped roads, so you can drive your car directly to the villa's garage."
"The community clubhouse has a heated swimming pool, gym, Michelin-starred restaurant... As the owner of Villa No. 9, all these services are free for you."