Bai Xi hugged Bai Ran’s neck, her eyes rimmed with redness, only realizing her fear when she got into her mother’s arms, pursed her mouth, and silently shed tears: "Mommy...." Ning Zihuan said from the side, "Fourth Aunt, other than a little bump on the head, Xi’er is fine. Don’t worry." Bai Ran saw the bleeding wound on Bai Xi’s head, and her heart ached tremendously, so much so that she felt like killing Gu Chunrong. She handed Bai Xi over to Ning Qinglin, turned her head to look at Gu Chunrong who was being held up by men in black, strode over, and "slap," landed a slap across Gu Chunrong’s face. With the slap, Gu Chunrong became somewhat sober and, seeing that it was Bai Ran who hit her, said in disbelief, "You dare to hit me?" Bai Ran scoffed, "The one I’m hitting is you, Gu Chunrong. You heartless woman! I’ve been running around for your daughter’s issue, and I never expected you to repay me , kidnapping my son to threaten me. You sure are capable. Since you’re merciless, don’t blame me for being ruthless. Bai Xiangxiang, just wait to rot in jail. You are suspected of kidnapping my son today; don’t think you can get away with it. I’ve already called the police; you just wait for legal punishment." It was only then that Gu Chunrong realized belatedly what was happening. Seeing Bai Ran turning to leave, she hastily cried out, "Ranran, I know I was wrong. I was possessed by evil spirits to do such inhuman things. Please forgive me. As long as you can save Xiangxiang, I am willing to go to jail right now..." Gu Chunrong was undoubtedly a good mother, but she should never have used Xi’er to threaten her. This was something Bai Ran could never tolerate. She too was a mother; she understood Gu Chunrong, but that didn’t mean she had to forgive her. Yun Ya was right; she couldn’t be soft-hearted anymore. This kind of blood-related affection was better off gone. Bai Ran no longer cared about Gu Chunrong’s yelling and left with Ning Qinglin. Ning Zihuan stood with his hands in his pockets, glanced at Gu Chunrong with a sarcastic curl of his lip, and slowly walked out. Ning Qinghua had been dissatisfied with Bai Ran from the start. Not a single person from her maternal family had come, and now she was causing trouble, which was just unbelievable. He was now thoroughly dissatisfied with Bai Ran. This younger brother of his was good-looking and talented; only someone kicked by a donkey would marry such a woman, and on top of that, with a kid in tow. Dissatisfied or not, the wedding had to continue. Yun Ya watched as Bai Ran and Ning Qinglin, with the bandaged Bai Xi walking between them, came back in. The little face brimming with a happy and adorable smile melted everyone’s hearts. Ning Zihuan sat beside her, turned his head, and smiled at her, "Have you been anxious?" Yun Ya shook her head, watching the two exchange rings on the stage, and curled his lips, "Professor Ning and Aunt Bai will be happy, won’t they?" Ning Zihuan raised his eyebrows, "Of course. My Fourth Uncle is a once-in-a-millennium catch. Fourth Aunt marrying him is the luck of eight lifetimes. Of course, we Nings are all hopeless romantics deep down. Perhaps you should consider me too?" His tone was half joking, half serious, his eyes hopeful as he looked at Yun Ya. "Aren’t you embarrassed by what you’re saying? Since earlier, the looks from your uncle and your father have been flicking over to me now and then, with very obvious implications." Ning Zihuan turned his head, glanced at Ning Qinghua and Ning Qinghuan sitting diagonally behind, their gazes sharp as knives. If looks could kill, those two would probably be riddled with holes by now. Ning Qinghuan couldn’t help shivering, "So cold..." Ning Zihuan said coldly, "Those two oddities are outliers; I’m not like them." "As the saying goes, ’A dragon will beget a dragon, a phoenix a phoenix, and the son of a mouse will dig holes.’ You’re the flesh and blood of your father, I have reason to believe that you’ve inherited some of your dad’s traits." Yun Ya spoke carelessly. Ning Zihuan’s expression darkened, "I’m not like my dad; you should give me a chance." "Sorry, I already have a boyfriend." Her refusal was very blunt and direct. Ning Zihuan huffed, "Always the same excuse, so tired of hearing it." Anyway, she wasn’t married, so what about a boyfriend? Even if she were married, it wouldn’t matter to him; he didn’t care. Yun Ya smiled, noncommittal. Zihuan was very naïve, especially in matters of the heart. When he liked someone, he confessed plainly. He had told her over a hundred times in his past life that he wanted to pursue her, each time being rejected, relentless in his pursuit. In the future, when he met a girl he truly liked, he would understand that his feelings for her were not of liking, but just a pure attachment... —— Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel⦿fire.net Ning Zijin wrapped herself tightly in her coat and walked quickly out of the hotel. "Jinjin." A familiar voice suddenly came from behind her; Ning Zijin paused for a moment, and the next second, she strode away.