Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 2066 - 2055: Looks Are Justice

Then there's now: a small member of the Blood Clan from the Origin World is being highly regarded by a Divine Realm bigshot and sent to Middle Earth in the most extreme way.Even Ning Fan finds it terrifying to think about it: might the God King of Light, who spent his own Divine Power to support the development of the Church of Light in the Origin World, have done it all for today?

Ning Fan doesn't know what tricks these lofty Divine Spirits are playing.

But he has a premonition that perhaps it won't be long before he goes to that magical world.

This feeling has no reason—just a sudden flash of insight, a spontaneous thought.

When returning from Mount of Light, the timing was just at night, thus avoiding the crisis of Ning Fan and Vivian being exposed.

The first thing Vivian did upon returning to the hotel was to check whether her treasures had been stolen.

Meanwhile, Ning Fan made a phone call to Mary.

As soon as the call connected, Mary's urgent voice came through, "You finally called back. Miss Tang has been subtly trying to get words out of me these past few days."

"What was she trying to ask you?"

"What else could it be? Of course, it's about that matter."

Ning Fan casually said, "Oh. Just say you don't know."

The matter of killing Fabio might be concealed from everyone, but not from Tang Xiaoyue.

After all, that night, Ning Fan left in a hurry, and Fabio, at the same time, died in a mysterious fire.

Given Tang Xiaoyue's intelligence, she would certainly associate this incident with Ning Fan.

"I understand."

Mary then asked, "Did you gain anything from going to the Holy Religious Nation?"

Thinking for a moment, Ning Fan said, "You don't have to worry. Alice is safe, just unable to return for now."

"Is it that place?"

Regarding the existence of Middle Earth, Ning Fan had once warned Mary not to talk about it recklessly—the more she knew, the greater the risk.

"Yes. In short, don't worry. Maybe Alice will suddenly return one day."

Ning Fan told a well-intentioned lie.

Things had come to this point, and even if he told Mary the truth, what good was it? It would only make her worry.

"This is my contact information in Huaxia. Contact me if anything comes up."

After giving Ouyang Feifei's contact information, Ning Fan ended the call.

As for the matters between Mary and Tang Xiaoyue, he had no plans to get involved.

If Tang Xiaoyue was smart enough, she would discover Mary's exceptional qualities.

If not, it could only be said that she had eyes but failed to see.

In any case, Ning Fan was not going to participate in that ghostly gamble.

The return journey originally scheduled for the next day was delayed to the third day under Vivian's wistful gaze.

There was no helping it; this was an anxious dragon that wouldn't rest easy until the gains were secured.

In order to fulfill a promise made during the division of spoils, Ning Fan's card was maxed out.

If he hadn't sensed trouble ahead and bought two plane tickets in advance, Ning Fan might have had to take on a few more fat targets again.

Unfortunately, once was enough for such a thing; doing it a second time would be meaningless.

"There's actually another way..."

Ning Fan gave Vivian an odd look—he actually wanted to ride the dragon home.

"After all, it's not like signing a contract; she probably wouldn't object to this request."

But at the thought of the word "Dragon Knight," Ning Fan inexplicably felt a sense of wickedness.

"Forget it, better just fly on a plane honestly."

...

Standing at Zhonghai International Airport, Ning Fan took a deep breath, and the gloom that had been lingering on his brow instantly vanished.

Every time he stepped onto Zhonghai soil, he always felt especially grounded, with a sense of comforting peace.

Ning Fan knew it was because he had his home and his loved ones in this land.

"Vivian, have you memorized the lines I taught you?"

As he spoke, Ning Fan glanced back and didn't know how to criticize this "money-obsessed" dragon.

It seemed holding those small diamonds was inconvenient.

In the Holy Religious Nation, when asked to fulfill his promise, Vivian chose items that could be worn.

Ten gemstone rings—each finger had its own ring, not missing a single one.

Nine diamond necklaces, including bracelets, anklets, and neck chains.

And a Princess Crown.

This crown, using platinum as the framework and embedded with over ninety diamonds and gems, took up half the expenditure.

However, the Princess Crown was so luxurious that Ning Fan had to persuade Vivian to agree to store it in the Holy Sword Space.

Since the day they bought the jewelry, Vivian hadn't taken them off, not even when sleeping.

In Vivian, Ning Fan once again sensed the true essence of beauty as justice.

With her exquisite face and serene temperament, such a Vivian was undoubtedly alluring to all ages.

Walking down every street and alley, this showy behavior not only did not attract criticism but rather invited many astonished glances.

Of course, this was also related to the design philosophy of the jewelry.

All came from royal design, exuding luxury in a low-key manner, perfectly highlighting Vivian's princess temperament.

Otherwise, how could Ning Fan's card have maxed out, knowing it held more than a hundred million US dollars?

Seeing Vivian still staring at her wrist, Ning Fan asked again, "Did you hear what I just said?"

"I understand."

Vivian responded without lifting her head, "Don't worry. I won't let anything slip."

"That's good."

The last time he went abroad, he brought back a little girl.

Nannan, after all, was just a little girl, so there's not much problem there.

But Vivian was different—a typical Eastern European blonde beauty, and a mixed-blood at that.

Unless he revealed the truth, Ning Fan really didn't know how to explain it to Xu Ruolan.

He couldn't possibly go abroad and just bring someone home, especially not a woman.

Therefore, Ning Fan didn't plan to take Vivian home right away but arranged for her to stay at a hotel, then orchestrated a coincidental encounter.

"Vivian will play a foreigner coming to Huaxia for tourism. With Xu Ruolan's enthusiasm, she probably wouldn't refuse to help this lost traveler."

The script was already written, and what followed was the actors getting in place.

This was also Ning Fan's main worry—Vivian didn't seem like a competent actor.

"Let's rehearse for two days, memorize the lines to avoid showing any flaws then."

Worried, Ning Fan decided not to go home right away.

...

"President Xu, our Tianhong Hotel, since its establishment, has seen its annual revenue..."

Watching the plump man flattering her sister, Xu Xiaoqing couldn't help but roll her eyes and think, "If the hotel business were really that good, would you still be pleading with my sister to buy it? Really amusing."

"Sis is really something. Such a small deal, can't she just have a manager take care of it?"

Feeling a bit bored and about to yawn, Xu Xiaoqing just opened her little cherry mouth when it closed slowly under a cold glare.

The owner of that glare was naturally Xu Ruolan—the only person who could subdue her was this big sister.

According to Ning Fan's instruction, during the time he was away from Zhonghai...