Chapter 8: He Determined to Use Her as Ning Su's Substitute

 Chapter 8: He Determined to Use Her as Ning Su's Substitute

"Do you need my pity? Who are you trying to impress by dragging that injured leg around?" 

As the soft needle pricked her, Ning Qing's face tightened. "I don't need you to worry about me." 

Nian Lian's profile was clear and perfect, and his impatience was evident. 

"Ning Qing, don't forget your current status." 

His gaze swept over her pale face, his thin lips slightly pursed, seemingly mocking and threatening. 

"Wearing the title of the young mistress of the Nian family, don't make me lose face in front of others." 

"..." 

"Get in the car, don't make me say it for the third time." 

Ning Qing clenched her fists, feeling humiliated. 

But she had no choice but to comply. With the man's cold gaze fixed on her, she lifted her hand to open the car door and got in. 

The large carriage was silent and eerie. 

Ning Qing pressed herself against the left car door, not wanting to face the man beside her. 

Nian Lian noticed her resistance and furrowed his brow, asking, "Did you go back to the Ning family?" 

His voice was cold and emotionless. 

Ning Qing squeezed her fists tighter. "Yeah." 

The carriage became even quieter. 

Ning Qing frowned, thinking that he would continue to question her, but the man remained silent. 

Ten minutes later, the car came to a stop outside Yun Jing No.1. 

Ning Qing got out of the car, still holding onto her clothes, and limped inside the gate. 

That night, Ning Qing ate something, tended to her injured foot, and took a shower. 

The sound of a car engine roaring downstairs was drowned out by the sound of water. 

By the time Ning Qing finished blow-drying her hair, an hour had passed. 

Seeing the man sitting on the sofa, Ning Qing paused in her tracks. 

Nian Lian lounged on the sofa with a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling around him. His perfect legs crossed, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time. 

Ning Qing suppressed her surprise and asked straightforwardly, "What's the matter?" 

In the orange light, Nian Lian's deep and dark gaze fell on her. 

Ning Qing let out a breath and walked unsteadily towards the bed. As she passed him, she caught a faint whiff of alcohol. 

She turned and looked down at him. "You've been drinking." 

Her tone was certain.

Nian Lian lowered his voice and made a sound of agreement, while Ning Qing sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt open, and didn't intend to pay him any attention.

After a while, there was no movement near the sofa.

"I'm going to rest, please leave."

Ning Qing remained calm, which made Nian Lian very unhappy.

He stood up and swayed, looking over sideways.

"If you're drunk, go to your room to rest."

Nian Lian didn't respond and took a harsh puff of smoke.

The taste of tobacco circled in his chest, and together with the suffocating emotion, he slowly exhaled it from his thin lips.

Then he loosened his fingers, and the cigarette butt fell.

He walked unsteadily towards her.

Ning Qing widened her eyes in warning: "Nian Lian, your room is on the first floor."

Before she finished speaking, he rushed over.

He easily bound her hands and pressed down on her legs, making it impossible for her to struggle.

Ning Qing screamed in pain, "What are you doing! Let go of me!"

The overwhelming smell of alcohol on his body made Ning Qing terrified.

Nian Lian lowered himself and scanned her face with his explorative gaze, which eventually turned into a soft whisper: "An Ning, is it you?"

Ning Qing was stunned for a second and looked up in confusion, "An Ning?"

Who was that?

Before she could react, Nian Lian had already leaned over her, and his thin lips with the scent of alcohol pressed against hers.

Ning Qing's whole body tightened, quickly avoiding his lips and shouting, "Nian Lian, don't go crazy because of alcohol. I'm not your An Ning..."

After shouting this out, she understood everything.

An Ning, wasn't it Ning Su?

He was determined to use her as a substitute for Ning Su.

Cold sweat flowed down her forehead, and Ning Qing pressed against Year Lian's chest, but she could not match the strength of the man.

His big palm went into her clothes.

Ning Qing cried out in shock, "Nian Lian, are you crazy! I'm not Ning Su!"

(End of this chapter)