Fang Zhicheng nodded and said with a smile: "That's in line with normal logic!"
Ning Xiangcao waved her hand and smiled, "My husband and I bought this house ten years ago. We started from scratch in Yunhai. He was in politics and I was in business. Although he later rose to a higher position and the business of Huaying Investment Group grew bigger and bigger, we never moved away. Because here, we spent the most difficult but also the happiest time of our lives."
Fang Zhicheng could hear a hint of bitterness in Ning Xiangcao's words and sighed, "That's quite unexpected..."
Ning Xiangcao knew what Fang Zhicheng meant, and whispered, "Is it because I am a child of the Ning family that it is easy for you to get everything?"
Fang Zhicheng nodded and said, "At least it should be easier than people from ordinary families, right?"
Ning Xiangcao thought about it, blinked her eyes, and sighed: "In fact, our road is even heavier."
If God gives a person wealth and status, he will also give them corresponding responsibilities and pressure.
Fang Zhicheng smiled and followed Ning Xiangcao upstairs and entered the room. Fang Zhicheng took a quick look and found that the house was cleaner than he had imagined. There was no extra, eye-catching furniture, the floor was clean, the walls were painted white, the chandelier on the ceiling was simple, and the coffee table and sofa were not ostentatious at all. This fully reflected Ning Xiangcao's character. She was a very simple and pure woman.
"You won't feel disappointed if I invite you to dinner at home, right?" Ning Xiangcao changed into a pair of slippers after entering the house, and then handed Fang Zhicheng a pair of larger slippers. "There are rarely guests at home, and after he left... it became even quieter, so no one has worn this pair of slippers yet."
"Then I am really honored." Fang Zhicheng nodded, changed his slippers, sat on the sofa, and carefully looked at the furnishings in the room. On the wooden grid above the TV, books were neatly stacked. Curious, he walked over and took out a book and read it carefully. The book is called "On China's Economic Revolution". The author Wu Tian is a domestic expert in macroeconomics. His theoretical research is very advanced. Fang Zhicheng had studied this book carefully when he was in college. The views and theories are original and can broaden people's horizons.
A muffled sound interrupted Fang Zhicheng's thoughts. He turned around and saw that Ning Xiangcao's fruit plate had fallen, and the grapes were scattered all over the ground. She was picking up the grapes on the ground in a slightly embarrassed manner. Fang Zhicheng quickly put the book back in place, then walked to Ning Xiangcao and helped her pick up the grapes.
Ning Xiangcao bent over, lowered her head, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, I was distracted just now."
Fang Zhicheng was very close to Ning Xiangcao. He could smell a light body fragrance from her and felt his heart beating faster. He whispered, "What a coincidence! I was also engrossed in reading a book just now."
Ning Xiangcao sighed softly. The reason why she dropped the fruit plate was because Fang Zhicheng was standing in the same place where her husband used to like to stand. At that moment, Ning Xiangcao mistakenly thought that her husband had come back, so she lost her composure.
Ning Xiangcao smiled bitterly and said, "He also liked to stand in that position and read books before..."
Fang Zhicheng felt a little guilty, knowing that his abrupt action had caused Ning Xiangcao to recall the sad past. He scratched his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, I was curious for a moment, so I flipped through those books."
Ning Xiangcao waved her hand, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I just can't forget him, what does it have to do with you? When my husband was alive, he would often pick up those books and read them while standing in front of the TV. As for me, because I like watching TV, he would block my view, and we had childish arguments several times because of this."
Fang Zhicheng sighed softly, picked up the last few grapes, then carried the fruit plate into the kitchen and rinsed them again with water.
Ning Xiangcao is stronger than expected. Fang Zhicheng recalled the life-and-death moment and his husband's request, and couldn't help being moved, because the love between this couple is indeed deeper than expected.
About half an hour later, Ning Xiangcao prepared lunch. The meal was simple, three dishes and one soup, mostly vegetarian. Ning Xiangcao took off her apron and said softly, "Sorry, there are only so many ingredients in the refrigerator, so it's a little simple."
Fang Zhicheng picked up a piece of egg from the tomato scrambled eggs with chopsticks, feeling the softness and smoothness in his mouth. He gave a thumbs up and said with a smile: "The simpler the dish, the more sophisticated the skills."
Ning Xiangcao squinted at Fang Zhicheng and sighed, "You're quite deceiving. I haven't cooked at home for a long time. Meeting you today gave me the urge to pick up the pots and pans again. If the food doesn't suit your taste, don't force it."
Fang Zhicheng laughed loudly and said, "It suits my taste very well. Can we eat now?"
Ning Xiangcao was very satisfied with Fang Zhicheng's attitude. Suddenly, she snapped her fingers and said, "How about some red wine?"
Fang Zhicheng tilted his head and smiled, "I can't hold my liquor well, so if I get drunk, Sister Vanilla, please forgive me."
Ning Xiangcao rolled her eyes at Fang Zhicheng and said, "Director of the Merchants Bureau can't hold his liquor, which means you don't have the basic qualities to meet the standards."
Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly and said, "This is prejudice. Why must the director of the Merchants Bureau know how to drink?"
Ning Xiangcao's beautiful eyes moved as she said, "This is a matter of Chinese officialdom. Business is always done over wine. If you can't hold your liquor, won't you suffer a loss in future business negotiations?"
Fang Zhicheng noticed that Ning Xiangcao's words were quite sharp, so he said with a smile, "Then please, Sister Xiangcao, teach me how to improve my drinking capacity."
Ning Xiangcao shook her onion-like fingers and said, "Don't make a mistake. Today we are just trying a little. Don't drink too much."
"A little drinking can make you happy, but excessive drunkenness can harm your body..." Fang Zhicheng responded with a smile.
The two drank half a bottle. Ning Xiangcao suddenly snapped her fingers again, then tiptoed to the living room, turned on the disc player, and inserted a disc. The melodious music sounded, and Ning Xiangcao turned over gracefully. She waved to Fang Zhicheng and said, "Come on, let's dance, how about it?"
Fang Zhicheng shrugged and said with a wry smile: "Dancing? I'm not good at it!"
Ning Xiangcao raised the corner of her mouth and said, "It's okay, I'll teach you."
Fang Zhicheng did not hesitate. He held Ning Xiangcao's hand and leaned his body against hers. Ning Xiangcao's cheeks turned red, and it was not known whether it was because of the red wine.
Both of them were barefoot, and they felt a cool sensation on the soles of their feet as they stepped on the floor.
Fang Zhicheng had never learned ballroom dancing systematically, so his movements were a bit clumsy. After only a few steps, he stepped on Ning Xiangcao's instep.
"Oh..." Ning Xiangcao smiled bitterly, "I didn't expect you really don't know how to..."
Fang Zhicheng said with a burning look on his face: "I have learned it, but I haven't practiced it for a long time, so I have forgotten a lot."
Ning Xiangcao sighed and said, "Let's start from the beginning. I'll shout the commands and you follow the rhythm."
Even so, Ning Xiangcao was still violated from time to time. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she bent down, made a stop gesture, and said, "Let's take a break. You should think about what I just taught you." After that, she came to the sofa and gently rubbed the instep of her feet.
Fang Zhicheng was not that stupid, he just pretended to be ignorant and would give Ning Xiangcao a try from time to time. If she really learned it quickly, what fun would that be? The key point was that Fang Zhicheng enjoyed Ning Xiangcao's anxious look. He also had a strange feeling in his heart. Ning Xiangcao's instep was soft, and when he stepped on it, he felt an indescribable stimulation.
Seeing Ning Xiangcao rubbing her instep, he felt a little regretful, thinking that he had gone a little too far. Neither of them wore shoes, but Fang Zhicheng's big feet kept falling on Ning Xiangcao's instep, which still made Ning Xiangcao feel a little painful.
"Sister Vanilla, why don't we just not dance? I'm too stupid." Fang Zhicheng scratched his head.
"We can't let all our efforts go to waste!" Although Ning Xiangcao felt that it was time to end it, she still managed to stand up and extended her hand again, which was held by Fang Zhicheng.