Chapter 22: Ning Qing, no matter what, don't make a scene tonight

 Chapter 22: Ning Qing, no matter what, don't make a scene tonight

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the venue.

Looking at the long red carpet outside and the elegantly dressed men and women getting out of the luxury cars, Ning Qing's palms started to sweat.

This was her first time facing the public since waking up, and she didn't know what kind of reaction she would receive.

"Master, Madam, we have arrived," said Lu Zhui.

Ning Qing clutched the hem of her dress tightly, feeling nervous and unsure.

Lu Zhui understood her anxiety and got out of the car, gesturing for her to follow.

Ning Qing looked at the man beside her, but his face was blurry in the dimly lit car.

Nian Lian glanced at her and gave a cold smile.

"I never thought that Mrs. Nian would be nervous," he said.

Ning Qing straightened her back. "I'm not."

He lit a cigarette, and the smoke filled the car. Ningqing, who didn't like the smell of smoke, couldn't help but cough.

At that moment, Nian Lian spoke in a deep voice.

"The people who are coming tonight are all powerful and influential figures in Yan Cheng. Our performance represents the entire Nian family, so we cannot make any mistakes."

Ningqing's neck stiffened. "So what?"

Through the smoke, Nian Lian looked at the woman's silhouette. Her fair skin and red lips were alluring.

His eyes were deep, and he blew a smoke ring. After it hit the roof of the car, it dispersed.

"So, Ning Qing, no matter what, don't make a scene tonight."

Ning Qing remained silent.

"I say something, you do it. Don't make me unhappy."

Her gaze faltered, and she turned to look at him.

In the dim light, his face was clear, his expression cold and aloof, like a deity who could decide life and death.

She bit her lip and nodded.

At the entrance, people were chatting and laughing with each other.

Lu Zhui opened the car door for her, and she got out, ready to follow him into the venue, but Nian Lian stood in front of her and stopped her.

He looked down at her and, in her confusion, extended his large hand and held hers.

Ning Qing suddenly shook and blurted out, "Nian Lian..."

He looked straight ahead and didn't glance at her. The plain and indifferent words came out of his mouth.

Only she could hear him.

"Listen."

Ning Qing's heart beat violently. He had already put her hand in his arm and looked like a steady and noble young man, with a smile on his lips that matched the occasion.

"..."

Ning Qing followed his footsteps, treading carefully.

Someone greeted Nian Lian, and he nodded in acknowledgment, catching a glimpse of Ning Qing's tense face.

He turned his head, leaned close to her ear, and threatened, "Smile."

Ning Qing stiffened and pulled out a smile.

Entering the magnificent hall, under the bright lights, people came and went, and there was a lot of toasting and mingling.

A few people noticed Nian Lian and Ning Qing's arrival and their eyes lit up as they gathered around them.

"Oh, the young couple has arrived. Nice to meet you!"

"This is the Lady of the house, truly beautiful like a fairy!"

The man turned to Ning Qing, and his eyes were full of admiration. He reached out his hand.

"No wonder Lady Nian didn't show her face before. It turns out that she is too beautiful, and the young couple didn't want us to see her!"

Ning Qing's whole body was stiff, and she couldn't make any response to such greetings!

The man was also puzzled, "Lady Nian?"

Another big hand reached out and shook his hand.

Nian Lian's handsome face remained calm. "She is angry with me."

With one sentence, the awkwardness of the few people was resolved.

The man nodded knowingly and talked about being targeted by his wife's anger.

After these people left, more and more people came up to them.

Ning Qing laughed until her face was stiff, and her waist was sore, until she finally heard Nian Lian say that he was going to talk to someone.

He whispered to her in a gentle tone, "Don't run around. I'll have Nian Che come find you later."

Ning Qing stiffly smiled and replied obediently, "Okay."

He left with the others, and she lowered her lips, walking towards an empty corner and rubbing her sore legs.

Several shadows loomed over her, blocking the light above her head.

Ning Qing paused, and a sharp and sarcastic female voice sounded from above.

"You're already tired from dealing with just a few people. Are you a cripple?" 

(End of this chapter)