Ning Qinghuan glared at him, "You little rascal, can’t even come home to visit this old man, your wings have really hardened." Ning Qinghuan was somewhat afraid of his son, so unless there was a real issue, he wouldn’t actively seek out Ning Zihuan. "Spill it, what’s the matter?" Ning Zihuan’s tone was rather impatient. Ning Qinghua glanced at the indifferent-looking young man sitting opposite him, hesitated for a moment, then said, "Zihuan, has your sister... been in contact with you?" Just knew they were here to ask about Ning Zijin’s whereabouts. Ning Zihuan curled his lips, "I’ve always been in touch with big sis." "That’s not what I mean. I’m asking if you know where Zijin is right now?" "Isn’t big sis living the life of a wealthy young madam at the Ye Family of Capital City? What’s the meaning behind this question, Uncle?" "Don’t change the subject with me, don’t think I don’t know, she’s always been closest to you and Ziqi. With Ziqi off studying in Germany, she would only turn to you now, Zihuan, tell Uncle honestly, did Zijin come back to you?" Ning Zihuan glanced at him, a smile that seemed somewhat inscrutable, making Ning Qinghua shudder suddenly. "Uncle, even if big sis did come back, so what?" Ning Qinghua stood up abruptly, "So you’re saying, Zijin really sought you out? Where is she now?" Ning Zihuan smiled and leaned back leisurely in his chair, "What, is Uncle planning to preach to big sis about following the ’Three Obediences and Four Virtues,’ that she should ’follow the chicken or the dog depending on whom she marries’?" His tone was full of sarcasm. Ning Qinghua’s face turned from white to green, and from green to white. Back when Ning Zijin married Ye Feng, he had agreed with both hands and feet; he was extremely satisfied with this son-in-law. The heir to Shenghua, the status of the Shenghua Group within the country was crystal clear to anyone, and from then on, he could call himself the father-in-law of the Shenghua Crown Prince, walking around with his face held high. What would a libidinous old fool like him know about Ning Zijin and Ye Feng’s marriage? He only found out from online photos that Ning Zijin had run off with someone, and he recognized at a glance who it was from the stealthily snapped picture. Jian Junjie, Zijin’s first love. If it wasn’t for Jian Junjie moving away to Capital City with his parents back then, the two of them would not have separated, which caused Zijin to be downcast for a long time. Was Zijin thinking of getting back together with Jian Junjie, so she would leave Ye Feng and run off with him? How could this be allowed? Ning Qinghua would never agree to Ning Zijin doing this, not unless he was dead. The greatest likelihood now was that Ning Zijin had returned to Jiangzhou. He must find her and persuade her to reconsider. Ye Feng was a good man not easily found in a lifetime; how could his daughter act so willfully? "Zijin is being too reckless, running away from home without a word. How will the Ye Family view her? We need to find her now, persuade her to go back and live a good life with Ye Feng, not thinking about all that messy stuff." "Alright, our family’s private business should be discussed behind closed doors; there are outsiders here." Ning Zihuan was tired of listening to him ramble on. Ning Qinghuan then remembered the girl sitting next to him, coughed lightly, and said to Ning Zihuan, "Zihuan, this girl is the daughter of a friend of mine, named Huang Yue, eighteen years old, a model. You’re not getting any younger, and dad sees you’re still single, so I introduced you to a girl, what do you think?" The girl named Huang Yue sneakily glanced at Ning Zihuan. Even though she was young, he was handsome, and being the Family Head of the Ning Family at such a young age, she’d be foolish to let such an opportunity slip by. It was hard to come by such a chance, and she was determined to seize it firmly. "Young Master Ning, hello, my name is Huang Yue." The girl’s voice was thin and weak, like a cat’s meow, which made Ning Zihuan frown. Ning Zihuan snorted softly, his gaze indifferently sweeping over the girl’s face, at least five spots on her face had been under the knife, not to mention that sitting posture... Ning Zihuan couldn’t bother to look a third time, sarcastically remarked, "Dad, you even kind of stuff, your taste is getting worse, if you’re fond of her, then keep her for yourself. I’m not interested in these mass-produced women, of course, she’s not even qualified to be my stepmother." Huang Yue’s face turned pale, she bit her lip and said softly, "Young Master Ning, how can you say that about me..." "Enough, no acting in front of me. My dad eats this up, but I sure don’t." With that, he stood up and sauntered up the stairs under the furious glare of Ning Qinghuan. "This unfilial son, he’s going to be the death of me," Ning Qinghuan exclaimed in anger. "Uncle Ning, it seems Young Master Ning doesn’t like me; I think it’s better to forget it." Huang Yue said, disappointed. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel⁂fire.net