Chapter 33: Start with Emotion, End with Etiquette

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After Duan Ze finished speaking, he looked up at Wen Nanxi and said politely:

"sister in law."

Wen Nanxi nodded in response. She had a very good impression of Duan Ze. He was polite and well-mannered, completely different from Jiang Haonan, the second-generation rich kid.

Fu Ci Yan's two childhood friends are Jiang Haonan and Duan Ze. When they were in a good relationship, Ci Yan often took her to dinner and parties with them.

Unlike Jiang Haonan's hostility, Wen Nanxi could feel respect from Duan Ze.

"Duan Ze, this is my best friend Xia Tian. If she does anything bad... please spare her life."

A smile flashed in Duan Ze's eyes. He nodded towards Wen Nanxi, then turned to look at Xia Tian who was pretending to be a quail.

"Miss Xia, are you free to chat?"

Xia Tian pretended to be calm: "No chat, no free time."

“Puff… cough cough…”

Wen Nanxi saw her talking incoherently and choked with laughter. Xia Tian gave her a resentful look.

"Where's your best friend?"

Wen Nanxi: "Best friends are like birds of the same forest, but when disaster strikes, they fly away separately."

Duan Ze put one hand in his pocket, his voice full of threats:

"You took the initiative yesterday, but you don't want to take responsibility today? Let's talk. I won't eat you."

Xia Tian: "Huh? Don't want to eat? Then I won't go."

Wen Nanxi: ...

"Sister, clear out the yellow crap in your head."

In the end, Xia Tian was taken away by Duan Ze pulling her arm. Wen Nanxi waved to her and wished her well.

She wasn't worried about Xia Tian. Duan Ze's character was acceptable. Besides, there were clearly sparks between the two of them, and the ambiguous atmosphere was just right. As her best friend, she had to help.

Summer was gone, and Wen Nanxi was eating French fries on the table bored, when suddenly two people sat opposite him.

Wen Nanxi frowned slightly, muttering to himself, "It's bad luck."

It’s Ji Jiaojiao and Jiang Haonan.

"Sister Nanxi, why are you drinking alone?"

Wen Nanxi lowered her eyes, not wanting to say more to her:

"Sorry, there are people here, please sit somewhere else."

Ji Jiaojiao's lips curled up:

"Since we're here, let's play together. It's more lively when there are more people."

Wen Nanxi remained indifferent: "Not interested."

Jiang Haonan snorted coldly: "Why are you pretending? Jiaojiao came to invite you personally, and you actually don't agree?"

Wen Nanxi smiled: "Is Ji Jiaojiao the President of the United Nations? Do I have to go if she calls me?"

"Sister Nanxi, I know you are blaming me."

Ji Jiaojiao lowered her head, looking like a pitiful little white flower.

"Actually, I didn't mean to steal Brother Yan from you. Although I love him and Brother Yan loves me, you are his wife now. We are in love but respect each other. We have never done anything inappropriate."

Wen Nanxi tried to hold it back, but couldn't help rolling her eyes:

"What a great example of starting from love and ending with etiquette. If you love him so much, why did you go abroad in the first place?"

Ji Jiaojiao bit her lower lip, her eyes showing a bit of sadness:

"I don't want Brother Yan to be caught between me and Aunt Ye. Brother Yan is a filial man, otherwise he wouldn't have married you, right?"

Look at how righteous these words sound.

Wen Nanxi took the French fries and poked them in the ketchup a few times:

"Oh, so?"

Ji Jiaojiao: "Sister Nanxi, Brother Yan doesn't love you, what are you still clinging to?"

Jiang Haonan also snorted coldly: "Don't you see what kind of person you are? You keep pestering Brother Fu. Are you any better than Jiaojiao?"

Wen Nanxi paused.

She suddenly remembered that Fu Ciyan had said the same thing a few days ago. Her originally calm mood suddenly turned bad, and her tone of voice became much darker:

"Fu Ciyan doesn't love me, so if you make such a sacrifice, does that mean Ji Jiaojiao will look at you with a higher regard?"

Jiang Haonan's face turned dark instantly: "What did you say!"

Ji Jiaojiao quickly stopped Jiang Haonan who was about to get angry and said:

"Sister Nanxi, please don't say anything nonsense. In my heart, I always regard Brother Haonan as my closest brother."

Wen Nanxi wonders if:

"You're right. I forgot to tell you that your Aunt Ye urges me to give her a grandson every day. If Fu Ciyan was truly filial, she wouldn't divorce me and would have given birth to several beautiful and lovely children with me."

Ji Jiaojiao's face froze and turned slightly blue.

In the past, Ye Shaohua spoiled her as if she were his own daughter, but ever since she confessed her feelings, Ye Shaohua has never treated her well again.

This time when she returned to China, she took the initiative to visit, but she didn't even enter the gate of the old house. Ye Shaohua almost wanted to close the door and let the dog out.

But she couldn't turn hostile at this time, and even used a tactic of retreating to advance. She said softly:

"I know, so Sister Nanxi, I never thought of breaking you up. You were unhappy and went on a trip, and it was me who persuaded Brother Yan to look for you. Including yesterday, it was me who asked Brother Yan to pick you up."

Wen Nanxi's heart was filled with ridicule.

This is too ridiculous.

"Why, do you still want me to thank you? Thank you for snatching Fu Ciyan away in the middle of the night?"

"I didn't fight with you."

Ji Jiaojiao lowered her eyes, looking weak and pitiful:

"I accidentally fell yesterday. Brother Yan just took me to the hospital and stayed with me for a while because he was worried about me. You already have Brother Yan's love. I just want a little bit of care. After all, I lost my family when I was young..."

Wen Nanxi sneered:

"Do you want Fu Ciyan's love so much? Then I'll give it to you. He's just a fickle scumbag. I've never taken him seriously."

After Wen Nanxi said this, he felt pretty cool. He picked up his bag and turned to leave, but was shrouded in a shadow.

That fickle scumbag was standing behind him, his face as dark as ink and his eyes were unfathomable.

Ji Jiaojiao hid the triumphant smile on her face and called out weakly:

"Brother Yan, Sister Nanxi... didn't mean it."

"Shut up."

The impatience between Fu Ci Yan's brows was almost overflowing, and he didn't have a good face towards Ji Jiaojiao.

Ji Jiaojiao shrank back in fear at these two words, her face turning pale.

Jiang Haonan protected Ji Jiaojiao behind him:

"Brother Fu, no matter what happened to Jiaojiao, don't take your anger out on her. It's Wen Nanxi who's being ungrateful and playing with your feelings."

Fu Ciyan's lips curled slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes:

"You're saying I'm a fickle scumbag?"

Wen Nanxi pursed her lips. The coldness of Fu Ciyan made her feel uncomfortable. Her fingertips curled up slightly, suppressing the bitterness in her heart and said:

"You're not? You have a wife but you're still having affairs. If that's the case, why don't you just get a clean divorce and have some fun."

Fu Ciyan: "I messed around? Did you see or hear it? You want to divorce me so much, so you're cheating on me?"

Wen Nanxi's palms felt numb, and she remained silent in response to his questioning.

Some things don't need to be said too clearly. If it weren't for his indulgence, how could Ji Jiaojiao provoke him again and again?

Fu Ciyan took two steps forward, approaching Wen Nanxi:

"You've never taken me seriously? Then who is the person in your heart?"