Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1379: Chapter 1380: Fourth Young Master Ning’s Fate

Leaving the Cheng family and heading to the airport, boarding the plane, Ning Ge settled Old Master Ning in, then asked the flight attendant for a blanket and placed it over his legs. Old Master Ning opened his eyes and said, "Now that Xiao Cheng is pregnant, you’re almost thirty, it’s time for you to settle down too!"

Ning Ge paused, glanced over, and found the old man’s eyes were exceptionally deep, as if seeing through the vicissitudes of life, nothing escaping his gaze. He couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed, turned away, and said, "What are you talking about? It’s her business, nothing to do with me."

Old Master Ning curled his lips and said, "You must learn to let go; being too attached to something is of no benefit to oneself. Some fates are not yours, and what is yours won’t run away!"

Ning Ge pursed his lips.

"At seventy, life’s paths are few and I will soon reach it. I don’t know how many years until I see your mother. I can’t leave this world with you still lonely. How would I explain myself to her?" Old Master Ning said another sentence.

Ning Ge felt a pang in his heart, deliberately acting carefree, "Alright, alright, why say all this? You’ll live long. Take a break, aren’t you tired from talking so much with Old Master Cheng these days?"

Old Master Ning chuckled, obediently closed his eyes.

Ning Ge sat on the other side, feeling awkward, even more restless inside, so he shut his eyes and pulled the blanket over his head.

So annoying!

Beside him, someone stood in the aisle, placing luggage in the cabin and closing it, making Ning Ge even more irritable.

"Excuse me." Someone gently tapped his arm.

Hearing that voice, Ning Ge pulled down the blanket, meeting her eyes.

"It’s you again!" Ning Ge saw Song Jiaying, snorted lightly.

Song Jiaying furrowed her brows too, glanced around, saw Old Master Ning there, then looked at Ning Ge: "You go and change seats!"

Ning Ge was stunned, a faint sarcastic smile appeared: "Why should I?"

"You..."

"Excuse me, please move!" A plump woman squeezed past Song Jiaying, lightly bumped into her, causing Song Jiaying in high heels to lose balance, directly falling towards Ning Ge.

Ning Ge instinctively held her up, two people close at hand, eyes meeting.

"Oh, Doctor Song, if you’re throwing yourself at me, say something, at least!" Ning Ge looked at her, half-joking, noticing that up close, her skin was quite good, pores nearly invisible, and she smelled nice.

He sniffed a little, pretending to enjoy it.

Song Jiaying’s always cold face suddenly warmed, glared at him once, hurriedly stood up, straightened her clothes, waved to the flight attendant: "I’d hoped for a seat change!"

Ning Ge’s face darkened slightly, but he snorted as he turned away.

As if he wanted to sit with her!

"Miss, I’ll ask around, if possible, I’ll change it for you!" The flight attendant was very polite.

Song Jiaying, helpless, could only kick Ning Ge’s leg: "Let me in, first!"

Ning Ge rolled his eyes at her, stood up, their heights matched well, still brushed against Song Jiaying’s hand as they stood.

Song Jiaying’s ears slightly reddened, sat inside, looked out the window.

Ning Ge sat down again, picked up a magazine, flipping through it, saying: "Women should be gentle, don’t always have such a deathly serious face, as if someone owes you a million."

Song Jiaying heard the sarcasm, glared at him furiously, turned her head away without speaking.

Ning Ge glanced sideways, awkwardly chose not to continue speaking, yet felt puzzled inside, why does he keep running into her everywhere? Isn’t this fate, or something?

Please, he doesn’t want to serve an ice queen!