s the tremor in her voice, "Editor-in-Chief, if you have nothing else, I'll be going."Having said that, she quickly turned around and wanted to leave.Just as her hand was about to touch the doorknob,...Looking at his departing car, Yang Ning felt a sense of lightness, as if bathed in the spring breeze. It seemed that Cheng Hao had a rather difficult time in Las Vegas. 。The clothes and glasses that disappeared from him should have been taken, this trip back to the country, being watched, it's hard to say if it's to negotiate or to teach Hao how to be a person. 。But these things weren't her concern anymore. She had already handed over this mess completely to Yang Yue. She wanted to see what kind of play these two people could put on. 。The next morning, before dawn had broken, Yang Ning was awakened by a nightmare. Ever since meeting Cheng Hao and returning home, her heart felt as if something was constantly blocking it, filled with an unsettling anxiety. 。She pressed her forehead, wiping a bead of cold sweat. Remembering the menacing An Tianxiang in her dream moments ago had threatened to kill her, her stiff body couldn't stop trembling. 。It seems the question that's been dwelling in his heart all this time can no longer be put off. This time, if he comes back, he absolutely has to try and find out. 。For this, Yang Ning specially called An Tianxiang to ask when he would be back. He learned that it was this afternoon. 。He arrived so quickly, Yang Ning hung up the phone and hesitated again. However, he thought about it over and over again, which was meaningless. Yang Ning sighed deeply and finally decided to wait until the afternoon to see the situation. 。Time flew by, and soon it was afternoon. Yang Ning wanted to give himself a buffer before his true purpose, so he asked Wang Jie to cook dinner. He waited for An Tianxiang to return, planning to eat and chat with him. 。Sitting at the dining table, Yang Ning propped his elbows on the edge of the table, lost in thought. 。A phone lying aside, with the time ticking by on its screen. 。She was a little uneasy and didn't want to speculate wildly about all the possible outcomes. 。

"Click " Let me know if you'd like more translations!。At that moment, the tightly shut door suddenly creaked open. Yang Ning turned his head back and just caught sight of An Tianxiang striding in, bag in hand. 。She hurriedly stood up and walked quickly to the door. 。“You're back” 。"With a simple greeting, An Tianxiang lowered his eyes to glance at Yang Ning's visibly troubled face. The aroma of the food reached his nose." 。He naturally handed the bag in his hand to Yang Ning, and very smoothly put his arms around her waist, pressing her against his chest. 。"Aren't you busy today You're still cooking" 。"Yang Ning accompanied him to the dining table and sat down. He opened his mouth, but couldn't bring himself to say that this was made by the part-time worker aunt." 。She put her bag on a side chair, the warmth of An Tianxiang's palm still lingering on her waist, making her feel agitated. 。"Well, I had a day off today, nothing much happened." 。"Yang Ning's spirits were low, and at a glance, it was clear that he had something on his mind. An Tianxiang looked at the table full of dishes and roughly understood what Yang Ning meant." 。He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, took a sip of water, and looked at them with an air of scrutiny: "Just get to the point. Once you're done, we can enjoy these dishes with a smile." 。"An Tianxiang was straightforward, but Yang Ning became increasingly nervous. After thinking it over carefully, she felt that her words weren't a tearful complaint, so there was no need to be so hesitant to speak. " 。Taking a deep breath, Yang Ning decisively stopped hesitating. She looked up and met An Tianxiang's gaze directly, her eyes filled with a heavy weight: "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, are you familiar with Cheng Hao"In her past life, it was President An who had instructed Cheng Hao and Yang Yue to kill her. If the An Tianxiang before her knew Cheng Hao, then the possibility of him being President An would be at least 90%. 。If that were really the case, what would she do…… Yang Ning unconsciously clenched her fist, holding her breath and staring at the silent man bathed in light. Her slightly messy fringe covered his eyes, but from his expression, he didn't seem to have any doubts at all. 。Hearing Yang Ning's question, An Tianxiang lifted his amber eyes, glanced at the person in front of him, and slightly pursed his thin, straight lips. 。

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