The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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Old Master Duan had no choice but to turn to training his grandson Ning Ruoqing. Just as a smile appeared on his face, he heard Ning Ruoqing's voice coming up from the foot of the stairs. Duan, who had originally closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his youngest son in front of the door, his eyes blooming with joy and happiness: "Are you going too?" Duan Xishen glanced at Old Master Duan with indifferent eyes.
It's your turn...
She also has a share in the Duan family...
No longer my grandson...
Mr. Duan has a son and a daughter. The daughter is Ning Ruoqing's mother and the eldest sister.
Duan Xishen can be considered as Mr. Duan's son who came late in life.
He is also the heir of the Duan family.
But he met with an accident when he was young.
Over the years, he has become indifferent to everything and has no interest in any woman.
Old Master Duan had no choice but to turn to training his grandson Ning Ruoqing.
Even though she became the goddaughter of the Duan family, she knew that she could not shake Ning Ruoqing's position.
But……
She seemed to have underestimated the status of Duan Xishen, the youngest son, in the old man's mind.
Her heart began to pound.
The Duan family...
The entire Duan family...
Duan Xishen suddenly walked towards her.
Ning Yuetong's nerves were tense.
The next second, the man passed her by and walked down the stairs.
Feeling Ning Ruoqing's footsteps gradually receding, as the pressure disappeared, her soul seemed to be floating...
A smile appeared on her face.
Just as a smile appeared on his face, he heard Ning Ruoqing's voice coming up from the foot of the stairs.
"Ms. Ning, haven't you heard enough?"
His voice was neither high nor low, but clear and penetrating.
Her body trembled uncontrollably and she looked towards the master bedroom.
There was a moment of oppressive silence.
"Who's there?" Old Master Duan's voice came from the master bedroom.
Ning Yuetong's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.
"Who's outside?" This time, there was a hint of impatience in Mr. Duan's voice.
Ning Yuetong's lips trembled. Ning Ruoqing was still standing downstairs, looking at her calmly.
The servants in the house were also alarmed, and she could see the middle-aged woman walking towards her quickly.
There is no way forward, and there is a tiger behind.
Ning Yuetong knows...
Ning Ruoqing was afraid that it would not be so easy to let her go.
She took a deep breath and walked up.
"Old man, it's me."
She carefully raised her head and glanced towards the master bedroom bed.
Books were scattered all over the floor beside the bed.
Further up is a silk quilt, and on the back is elegant Suzhou embroidery.
The quilt wrapped around a slightly bloated old man. There was a dark aura on his face and his lips were an abnormal black and purple color.
The bloating doesn't seem like being fat, but more like edema.
You can tell at a glance that he's not in good health.
But the old man's eyes were sharp:
"You are... Ning Yuetong?"
Ning Yuetong clenched her fists, pinching her fingers into her palms. After a long moment, she slowly said, "Yes."
The old man lying on the bed had a calm expression on his face, but his tone was a little lighter.
"You're early."
Ning Yuetong felt a chill in her heart.
It’s over…
It was all Ning Ruoqing's fault!
Now she lost her good impression of Mr. Duan.
All the strength in Ning Yuetong's body was drained away.
She slowly fell to the ground.
It's completely over.
She seemed to see everything in the Duan family moving away from her.
It was already so within reach!
Ning Yuetong was filled with hatred.
Mr. Duan half-closed his eyes and said calmly, "You go out first."
With a "bang".
Ning Yuetong finally fell to the ground.
She got up from the ground in a panic and walked towards the door of the master bedroom.
But he was faced with Duan Xishen who was sitting in a wheelchair.
The man's jade-like face was expressionless.
"We're going to worship our ancestors in three days?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Duan, who had originally closed his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his youngest son in front of the door, his eyes blooming with joy and happiness:
"Are you going too?"
Duan Xishen glanced at Old Master Duan with indifferent eyes.
"I can't go?"