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At seven in the evening, Ning Zihan arrived punctually at the E City Grand Hotel. As soon as he entered, he was guided to the largest private room on the third floor, where Su Changyi, An Jing, and An Baobei were already waiting.

The moment Ning Zihan arrived, An Baobei happily ran over to him, "Ning Zihan, you’re here! Look, those are my parents. My dad is Su Changyi. You didn’t believe it this morning, but believe it now?"

Ning Zihan glanced at An Jing and Su Changyi. Su Changyi’s face showed no expression, while An Jing looked at him apologetically, clearly asking him to tolerate An Baobei’s crazy talk.

An Baobei saw her mother like this, trying hard not to laugh while thinking her mom’s acting skills were amazing.

"Boss Su, is this your fiancée?" Ning Zihan, who disliked women, didn’t even approach An Jing, but asked from a distance.

Su Changyi nodded.

An Jing smiled, "My name is An Jing. Thank you for taking care of Baobei all this time. Please have a seat."

Ning Zihan chose the seat farthest from An Jing.

An Jing: "..." Do you have to hate women this much? I didn’t offend you, did I?

Su Changyi was accustomed to it and didn’t mind. Under the table, he squeezed An Jing’s hand, signaling her not to mind either, as everyone knew Ning Zihan disliked women.

An Baobei deliberately sat next to Ning Zihan.

Ning Zihan glanced at her but didn’t change seats, and there wasn’t a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Seeing this, Su Changyi and An Jing exchanged a glance, with a significant understanding in their eyes.

"President Su already has a fiancée. When are you planning to get married?" Ning Zihan courteously inquired.

Su Changyi replied, "I haven’t decided yet, but once we set a date, I’ll definitely send you an invitation, President Ning, and you must come then."

Ning Zihan smiled, "Even if I’m busy, I’ll make it to President Su’s wedding."

The dinner was fairly pleasant.

During dinner, observing how Su Changyi prioritized An Jing and their seemingly good relationship, Ning Zihan realized Su Changyi was completely smitten, yet he didn’t feel envious at all.

He disliked women and never considered getting involved with one, much less marrying one.

After dinner, An Baobei insisted on seeing Ning Zihan out of the hotel.

At the hotel entrance, An Baobei spoke gloomily to Ning Zihan, who was about to get into his car, "Ning Zihan, my dad says I’m sick and needs to take me back for treatment."

Ning Zihan always thought An Baobei needed mental treatment but didn’t expect her to say so. He paused before responding, "If you’re sick, you should get treated."

"Then, can I come to find you and play once I’m better?" An Baobei immediately asked with anticipation.

Ning Zihan thought to himself, ’Don’t come back once you’re gone, so you don’t affect my mood again,’ but he lightly nodded, "Hmm."

When he saw Ning Zihan drive away, An Baobei turned back into the hotel without any reluctance. Seeing her indifference through the rearview mirror, Ning Zihan felt a pang in his heart.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked ahead, genuinely feeling he should stay away from An Baobei, as she truly could disturb his mood too much.

Meanwhile, An Baobei had no idea what Ning Zihan was thinking. She happily returned to the presidential suite.

Seeing her parents watching TV in the suite’s living room, she asked, "Why not watch in your room? Wouldn’t it be more convenient?"