Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1871 - 1860: Cold Reception at the Start

Obtaining passenger data from an airline is not something just anyone can do.The thought of Baby Hai possibly coming from an aristocratic family in the Capital City gave Ning Fan a headache.

He usually didn't take aristocratic families seriously.

But Baby Hai was an exception; after all, Ning Fan had won the affection of their precious daughter.

Moreover, now that Baby Hai has gone missing, one could imagine how her parents would make things difficult for Ning Fan when they met.

This was not like the last time he was dealing with the Tai Kingdom's royalty, where Ning Fan could simply walk away in defiance.

"This time I might have to play the grandson and keep a low profile."

Although Ning Fan had expected Baby Hai's parents to give him trouble, he realized just how serious things were once they met.

"Why do big families always play these kinds of games?"

Since arriving at a villa on the outskirts of the Capital, Ning Fan had been left waiting for two hours.

Looking at the cool-faced man in a black suit, Ning Fan said, "Are you trying to detain me?"

"Mr. Hai is currently busy. Please wait a moment."

Glancing at the phone on the table, Ning Fan helplessly asked, "Can I at least have my phone back?"

When they entered, the man in the black suit, under the guise of confidentiality, had politely asked Ning Fan to hand over his phone.

Out of respect for Baby Hai, Ning Fan did not refuse.

Now, two hours had passed, and Ning Fan's patience had worn thin.

"No."

The man in the suit was sparing with words, maintaining his cold demeanor.

"Then I'll get it myself."

As Ning Fan stood up, he found a pair of hands barring his way.

Noticing the visibly distinctive knuckles and base of the thumb on the man's right hand, Ning Fan frowned and said, "Judging by your appearance, you must be a practitioner, focusing on hand skills. You should have trained in external martial arts like iron palm techniques."

The man in the suit's pupils contracted under his sunglasses, but he remained expressionless and said, "Please don't make things difficult for me, Mr. Ning."

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you."

Seeing the strange smile on Ning Fan's face, just as the man in the suit was wondering, he suddenly felt a stabbing sensation in his wrist, and then collapsed to the ground like a noodle.

"Since I've sat in the cold for two hours, how about you lie there for two hours."

Hearing this, the immobilized man in the suit was shocked, saying, "Energy Transformation!"

The man knew he had been struck in his acupoints, leaving him unable to move.

But in his memory, only experts at the Energy Transformation level could control the timing of acupoint activity.

Such a level of expertise was beyond what his initial stage of Dark Energy could handle.

"What Energy Transformation? National Arts?"

Ning Fan shrugged and said, "You can call it whatever you like."

"What does this mean? Isn't it Energy Transformation?"

The man in the suit was puzzled, but unfortunately, he'd never find the answer to this mystery.

After grabbing his phone and dialing a number, Ning Fan didn't have a chance to speak, as a reprimanding voice came through the line, "Didn't I tell you to contact the number on the message? Haven't you arrived yet?"

Ning Fan immediately understood that Baby Hai's parents never really valued his so-called clues; they just wanted to drag him over and detain him first.

"Mr. Hai, my apologies. I've already arrived, and I'm at your suburban villa."

As he spoke, Ning Fan sarcastically remarked, "Also, I must say, the tea at this villa isn't great. It has no flavor at all."

The tea was undoubtedly good, but Ning Fan's comment was a jab at how they were deliberately neglecting him.

"Since you're at the villa. Where's Awu..."

After a moment of silence, Mr. Hai realized something and said in a deep voice, "I must have really misread you."

"There seems to be a lot you've misread."

"I get it. Hand the phone to Awu."

"Here's the phone."

Seeing Ning Fan handing the phone over, the man in the suit, Awu, flashed a look of anger,

knowing full well that he was immobilized, yet the other party still intentionally acted this way, which was nothing short of humiliation.

"A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated..."

Just as Awu was using his strength to break through the acupoint, he realized that he could move again as he exerted a light force.

"How is this possible? Could it be Airborne Acupoint Release?"

Upon this realization, Awu looked at Ning Fan as if he had seen a ghost.

Releasing acupoints from at least twenty feet away was entirely beyond his imagination.

"What are you standing there for? My legs are numb!"

Hearing Ning Fan's urging, Awu promptly performed a kip-up and then walked over with his head bowed, his eyes filled with awe.

After taking the phone, Awu continuously nodded, replying, "Yes... I understand, I got it."

Handing the phone back to Ning Fan, Awu respectfully said, "Mr. Ning, please come with me."

"It's not going to be another tea session, is it?"

Though Ning Fan had heard the conversation on the phone, he couldn't help but make a sarcastic remark.

Awu looked a bit embarrassed but quickly assured, "Don't worry, Mr. Ning, Mr. Hai is waiting for you."

"Well, let's go then."

After witnessing Ning Fan's extraordinary technique, Awu's demeanor had become much more honest. He quickly took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes.

After a moment of silence, Awu, who was driving, couldn't resist asking, "Mr. Ning, which sect's expert are you?"

"No sect, no school."

"Oh! So it's a family secret skill."

A hint of realization appeared in Awu's eyes, and he continued to ask, "What's your cultivation level?"

"It's quite decent."

Ning Fan wasn't deliberately being evasive; it was just too complicated to explain.

In National Arts, they were still focused on the circulation of qi and blood, and explaining Inner Breath to Awu was already a stretch.

If Ning Fan said he cultivated to the Golden Core stage, the guy might suspect he was too absorbed in fantasy novels and had deviated.

Awu had no particular thoughts about Ning Fan's evasiveness; in his heart, seasoned experts were always eccentric.

As they headed towards downtown, the number of vehicles visibly increased, and the road became more congested.

Looking at the long queue of vehicles ahead and feeling a bit bored, Ning Fan couldn't help but ask, "Awu, what about you?"

Awu was surprised, not expecting this seasoned expert to actively ask about him. He hurriedly replied, "I'm from the Baji Sect, just entering the Dark Energy stage."

"That's not bad."

Ning Fan nodded. He wasn't just being polite.

Judging by his appearance, Awu was no more than twenty-five years old. To have reached the Dark Energy stage at this age showed he had extraordinary talent.

"If you trained in the Internal School Heart Method, you might even reach the Object-Manipulating Realm."

Ning Fan thought to himself with a hint of regret, but he had no intention of taking on a disciple.

Ning Fan pondered, "With your level at such a young age, why work as a bodyguard?"

Dark Energy could harm others with its force, enough to kill invisibly. This skill was not trivial in the mundane world.

To Ning Fan, Awu should be pursuing higher realms, not wasting his time and effort on money.

"I'm not a bodyguard."

"Oh!"

Ning Fan felt a bit embarrassed and then asked, "Then what are you?"