The Warlord's Young Marshal x The Aristocratic Heir 28

appen back when they were in high school.As expected, hearing the name Zhang Qi.A senior said, "Zhang Qi's family is also quite wealthy. He came out in his first year of college. He had a boyfriend, a...Back to the Ning's home.

Ning Shu heard a few concubines seemed to be arguing. Seeing him return, the eldest concubine regained her composure: "You're back"

He nodded and asked, "Auntie, what's wrong"

The third Mrs. immediately seemed to have found her backbone and walked over, weeping: "Xiaoshū, is it right for your elder mistress to ask me to bring out my dowry " She dabbed at her tears and said, "That was my mother's dowry to me, the only thing she left me!"

The young man's lower back and legs ached. He strained to hear the sharp shouts ringing in his ears. Gritting his teeth against the discomfort, he asked, "What's going on"

The third wife's eyes darted about, but she could only sob pitifully. She caught a glimpse of several red marks on the young master's neck from the corner of her eye and couldn't help but show an expression of astonishment.

The eldest aunt glanced at the third aunt and said calmly, "It's just that your father had a slight issue with his business. I didn't mean to pressure her into giving it up."

"The third wife, startled, burst into tears and said: "Oh my sister, it's not that I don't want to give it. It's just that this is my mother's dowry. Of course I want to help Ah-hong, but I really don't have much money..."

Second Aunt watched coldly.

Ning Shu couldn't help but feel a headache coming on. If it were usual, he would definitely ask thoroughly. But now, he couldn't spare any extra thought.

I think Ning's father must have encountered some serious business problems, perhaps even insurmountable ones. Otherwise, even if things were difficult, they wouldn't take all the valuable possessions with them.

He couldn't help but feel a little agitated as he listened to his third wife weep in his ear.

I couldn't help but speak up: "Since it's the third aunt's dowry, let's just forget about it. I have many valuable things in my room. Third Aunt, come to my room and take those things. Maybe they'll be enough"'s desire burned hotter and brighter. He pushed the man against the dining table, his tongue tracing a path along his lips before diving in, claiming every inch of him. He wanted his beloved to taste...