Ning Weirong unexpectedly stood up and bowed to Lin Tian in front of everyone in the main hall, expressing his gratitude without any pretense, completely indifferent to others’ opinions.
Seeing this, Lin Tian finally understood where Ning Jianxun’s habit of resorting to fighting ca from; it was just like Ning Weirong’s straightforward style, a trait inherited from his father.
Lin Tian shook his head helplessly, quickly stood up to return the gesture, and said, "Uncle Ning, please don’t be so polite. Aunt Fang treats like family, so it’s only right for to do anything for her."
As a junior and due to his relationship with Fang Ming, Lin Tian didn’t want to accept such a gesture from Ning Weirong, and besides, he had quite a good impression of the Ning father and son.
He did not need Ning Weirong’s grand gesture, but others were stunned. The head of the prestigious Ning Family bowing to a young man—what was happening? Who was this young man?
Just then, Qian Jin and his son entered, followed by the Bai Family, and they happened to witness Ning Weirong thanking Lin Tian, leaving them all dumbfounded.
It took a while for everyone to regain their composure, looking at Lin Tian with astonishnt, wanting to find out who this unfamiliar young man was.
"Dad, what’s going on? Why did the Ning Family Master bow to Lin Tian?" Qian Xiang was not fond of Lin Tian and even looked down on him, but now he was completely bewildered by the fact that soone he disdained was being treated with such courtesy by the Ning Family Master.
Qian Jin frowned, squinted slightly, and said, "I don’t know either. This Lin Tian seems not as simple as I thought. I wonder who he is to be favored by both the Yun and Ning families."
"Of course, Lin Tian is not simple. Secretary Qian must be cautious of him," Bai Yuanhao cautioned lightly but didn’t ntion the conflict between the Bai Family and Lin Tian to Qian Jin.
"He is not a mber of the Yunhua Comrce, so he shouldn’t affect the election for president this ti, right?" Qian Xiang said softly.
"He shouldn’t. No matter how good the relationship is, a young man cannot influence the decisions of the Yun and Ning families," Qian Jin said with certainty.
Several people glanced at Lin Tian, found seats, and sat down, but the conversation topics subtly shifted to Lin Tian, everyone speculating about what had just happened.
Lin Tian, with his keen hearing, overheard their discussions. He couldn’t stop others from talking, as their mouths were their own, though he had intended to keep a low profile. It seed now that keeping a low profile was impossible, becoming the focus before the main event even started.
Miss and Wang Wanxi, both ancient martial artists, had excellent hearing and listened to the discussions in the hall clearly. Miss glanced at Lin Tian with her beautiful eyes, secretly wondering if he was like the sun in the sky, always becoming the center of attention in any setting.
Ning Weirong was quite open-minded and ignored others’ discussions. Lin Tian, sowhat interested, asked, "Uncle Ning, I have a question. Weren’t you afraid of losing your dignity when you bowed to , a junior?"
"I, Ning Weirong, never care about others’ opinions when doing things. They can think whatever they want. If they think I’ve lost face, they are welco to challenge , and I’ll show them that dignity is not just a facade," Ning Weirong replied boldly and straightforwardly.
"Besides, Lin Tian, you entirely deserve this gesture. Do you know what it ans to have reconciled my brother and sister-in-law?" Ning Weirong’s previously stern face suddenly softened as he spoke, seemingly moved.
Lin Tian said nothing, waiting for him to continue. Miss and Xiao Manxuan also pricked their ears, wanting to hear what Ning Weirong would say, as they were among the first to know about Fang Ming and Ning Weiguo’s reconciliation. Xiao Manxuan even lent a helping hand.
Moreover, having heard Lin Tian talk about Ning Weiguo and Fang Ming’s love story, the sisters were deeply touched by the pure love of that era.
"Ever since sister-in-law left ho, my brother’s household was no longer a ho. Don’t be fooled by my brother’s straightforward and optimistic deanor. I know the suffering in his heart, though he never ntioned it to us. And then there’s Jianxun, who always felt guilty for not taking good care of his younger brother, which he believes led to his brother’s disappearance."
"He even thought that Fang Ming leaving ho was indirectly his fault. This ntal burden had been weighing on his heart. Lin Tian, by helping my brother and sister-in-law reunite, you’ve also released Jianxun from his burden, or else I was worried that my own son might drive himself crazy," Ning Weirong said generously.
Lin Tian glanced back at Ning Jianxun, who was also looking at Lin Tian with eyes full of gratitude.
But Lin Tian was a bit annoyed, thinking, if you’re grateful to , why start a fight for no reason in the pavilion? It seems Ning Jianxun is also a battle enthusiast, just like Ning Luoxi, always picking a fight at the first eting.
Of course, Lin Tian wouldn’t bla him for that. Honestly, Lin Tian thought of himself as a battle lover too; if soone wanted to fight him, he would be thrilled.
Just like that ti at the shrine in Japan when he knew he couldn’t win against Xu Feibai, Lin Tian still wanted to fight.
"Alright, enough of that. Sister-in-law’s return is a great joy for the Ning family, so let’s talk about sothing happy." Ning Weirong sat upright, his earlier sentints disappearing. As Lin Tian thought he was going to announce sothing joyful, Ning Weirong suddenly smiled and said, "Lin Tian, are you interested in becoming the president?"
"President? What president?" Lin Tian didn’t imdiately understand, asking curiously. However, Miss’s eyes flickered as if she had guessed sothing.
"Of course, Mr. Ning is referring to the president of Yunhua Comrce. Is there another president to be elected today?" Yun Haoyu said with a grin.
Damn, I’m being set up by Mr. Yun, Lin Tian thought to himself, noticing Uncle Yun’s expression, which seed to hint at pushing him as a candidate for the Yunhua Comrce presidency. If his guess was correct, this was likely Mr. Yun’s bad idea.
Lin Tian really didn’t want to be any president. Tough, thankless tasks, when he could just stay ho and make money lying down—this was his idea of a happy life. He rembered he was still the president of the school’s English association, yet he hardly attended any activities.
In hindsight, Lin Tian felt he had let down the other students.
As for the troubleso position of comrce president, Lin Tian wasn’t interested. Yes, while it seed like a coveted position to others, he considered it a nuisance.
After a few thoughts, Lin Tian feigned confusion and said, "Uncle Yun, Uncle Ning, you both should know I’m not a mber of Yunhua Comrce and am not qualified to run for president. Besides, Uncle Ning, with your virtue and respect, I believe having you as the next president is the best choice. No one will have any objections with you as president."
"Don’t consider . I will not be the president," Ning Weirong imdiately stated.
"Why?" Lin Tian asked curiously, and Yun Haoyu, Wang Wanxi, and the others were also puzzled. Clearly, the Yun family hadn’t been inford of this beforehand.
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