Chapter 66: I Am a Person Who Loves to Help Others Most

An Ning could hardly fail to understand Ning Weidong's meaning, so she simply stopped knitting the sweater and asked, "How did you conclude that my looking for you has to do with your factory?"

Ning Weidong said, "Is that hard to understand? What else could you want with me? Don't look at how you purposely brought it up back then, asking if I had beaten up Zhang Jinfa's men—that was just casual talk. If you really wanted to use hired thugs, there are plenty of people at Nancheng Railway Station who want money more than their lives."

An Ning didn't show anything on her face, but in her heart, she cursed Wang Jingsheng again.

To insist that Ning Weidong was a brainless fool—this is what you call brainless? His craftiness is so deep it's practically growing out of his armpits.

At this point, there was no need for her to hide or hold back: "You guessed right. I want you to ask around for someone at your factory."

As soon as Ning Weidong heard this, he thought of Liu Hong'e, but he kept a straight face and said, "What kind of person?"

An Ning got up, went to the head of the bed behind her, took out a plastic-covered notebook, opened a page, and handed it over.

Ning Weidong took it, looked at it, and said in surprise, "You drew this?"

There was actually a sketch in the notebook, and Ning Weidong recognized at a glance that it was indeed Liu Hong'e.

This sketch was of a high standard. Although Ning Weidong didn't know much about the ins and outs of drawing, the figure on the paper seemed to leap off the page, and the fact that he recognized her at a glance meant it was impressive.

An Ning was indifferent, as if reaching this level of drawing wasn't worth boasting about: "Can you find the woman above?"

Ning Weidong glanced at her.

Clearly, An Ning still didn't know about Liu Xinwen's situation, let alone that Liu Hong'e was Liu Xinwen's widow.

This was quite intriguing.

Ning Weidong asked, "Can I tear it off?"

An Ning gave a nod, took back the notebook, carefully tore it off, and handed it back to Ning Weidong: "Have you seen this person at your factory?"

Ning Weidong said, "Such a big factory, with over ten thousand people~ how could it be such a coincidence? Besides, I wasn't paying attention before, so even if I had seen her, I wouldn't have an impression."

An Ning pursed her lips: "Help me find this woman. I want to know everything about her."

Ning Weidong folded the sketch and tucked it into his pocket, then asked in return, "Does this woman have a grudge against you?"

An Ning's expression was complex for a moment, then she relaxed: "I wouldn't call it a grudge. I just want to know who she really is and what kind of charm she has..."

Ning Weidong asked a question he already knew the answer to: "Charm? Is this woman Wang Jingsheng's mistress? Did you discover it and want to catch them in the act?"

An Ning was silent, which counted as tacit admission.

However, Ning Weidong knew things weren't that simple.

Judging from their few interactions, An Ning had feelings for Wang Jingsheng, but not many; it really wasn't worth going to such great lengths over a little affair between a man and a woman.

And to bring in an uncontrollable factor like Ning Weidong.

An Ning was very smart; she wouldn't do things this way.

But she did exactly that, which meant there must be something in it she couldn't let go of.

Since it wasn't feelings, it must be interests.

Connecting this to Liu Xinwen suddenly dying in an accident, and the fact that Liu Xinwen had previously threatened Xu Jinshan... some outlines began to emerge in Ning Weidong's mind.

Liu Hong'e, Wang Jingsheng...

Before, Ning Weidong couldn't quite figure it out: Wang Jingsheng was nothing to look at, so how did he hook up with Liu Hong'e?

Now, he had some leads. There must be a major connection of interests between them, and their intimate physical relationship was just a way to maintain those interests.

An Ning, on the other hand, believed she should have a share in it, while Wang Jingsheng had secretly excluded her.

But if that were the case, why did Liu Xinwen die? Did he know about the relationship between Wang Jingsheng and Liu Hong'e? Could he have been a rare "cuckold warrior"? Ning Weidong was a bit curious.

An Ning said, "Stop saying useless things. Just help me find the person."

"That's no problem." Ning Weidong spoke with certainty. He already had the answer, so of course, he wasn't worried about not finding her: "What's in it for me?"

An Ning raised her eyebrows: "What kind of benefit do you want?"

Ning Weidong wore a half-smile, leaned forward, and said, "Wang Jingsheng was unrighteous first, fooling around with a woman outside. Don't you want revenge?" An Ning rolled her eyes: "Revenge? How to take revenge? Should I ask you for a favor?"

Ning Weidong chuckled, "I am a person who loves to help others most. If you strongly request it and insist on finding me, it's not impossible."

"Get lost~" An Ning cursed, then returned to being serious: "After this is done, I'll give you two hundred yuan."

"Two hundred?" Ning Weidong thought to himself, this woman is indeed wealthy and generous. He leaned back on the sofa: "That works, but give it to me now."

An Ning frowned: "You don't trust me?"

Ning Weidong asked in return, "I've heard a saying: beautiful women are the best at lying. Do you think I should trust you?"

An Ning was choked up. In the end, between "trustworthy" and "beautiful," she firmly chose the latter. She got up, opened the bedside cabinet, took out a stack of Big Unity notes, and counted out twenty bills with a swish-swish-swish sound.

Ning Weidong didn't move, just watched from behind.

There was at least five hundred yuan in that bedside cabinet.

An Ning didn't try to hide it either; if Ning Weidong really had bad intentions, she wouldn't be able to hide it anyway.

She turned back and handed it over: "You count it."

Ning Weidong tucked it directly into his pocket: "No need to count, I trust Sister Ning."

An Ning said irritably, "Don't, I can't afford that." She turned serious again: "I've given you the money, don't you dare slack off on me."

"Rest assured~ I'll give you an answer within three days at most." Ning Weidong said with a smile: "This woman doesn't look bad; it's impossible for her to be unknown in the factory. If I pay a little attention, it won't be hard to find her."

An Ning nodded, having the same thought. There were few female workers in the Red Star Factory, and even fewer who looked decent.

Once this was settled, An Ning returned to her quiet state, as if Ning Weidong wasn't in the room, and began to knit her sweater on her own.

Ning Weidong felt a bit bored.

He had to stay until three in the afternoon, so he reached out and took a few magazines from under the coffee table; they were all literary ones.

Tucked inside were a few pages of manuscript paper.

Ning Weidong was curious and pulled them out to look.

An Ning, who was next to him, acted as if her tail had been stepped on, let out an "Aiya!", and went to grab the manuscript paper.

Ning Weidong instinctively shrank back. He was tall and had long arms, so how could he let her snatch it away?

"Give it back to me!" An Ning glared, both angry and anxious.

Ning Weidong curled his lips, even more curious about what was written on the paper, and after taking it in front of him, he scanned it quickly: "The novel you wrote?"

An Ning bit her lower lip, feeling an inexplicable sense of embarrassment.

Most people are like this; writing articles and publishing them for strangers to read is nothing, but being seen by someone they know in reality makes them feel very embarrassed.

Having been discovered, An Ning blushed and turned her head away, whispering: "Just writing for fun~"

Ning Weidong ignored her, simply having nothing to do and just right to pass the time.

Not to mention, An Ning's handwriting was truly excellent; the structure was elegant, the strokes were firm and vigorous, and it had a lot of character.

Before he transmigrated, Ning Weidong had dabbled in calligraphy, and without looking up, he asked casually: "The writing is not bad, have you received guidance from a famous master?"

An Ning had long since concluded that Ning Weidong was not a boor, but being able to critique calligraphy still surprised her.

She said in astonishment: "You even understand calligraphy?"

Ning Weidong said: "Although it is fountain pen writing, judging from the structure of the characters, it looks a bit like Mr. Jin Qigong."

An Ning was even more surprised; it would have been enough to just say 'good', but he could actually see the origin, he really was an expert...

After chatting until three in the afternoon, Ning Weidong finally left An Ning's place and returned to the Police Station.

(End of this chapter)