The old man was overjoyed. "That's good. Now I can go see his parents with peace of mind."

As he finished speaking, tears welled up in his eyes. Nanzhi felt a pang of sadness watching him. She smiled and reached out to hold Old Shen's hand. His aged hand was covered with wrinkles and cracks, but it was very warm.

"Grandpa will definitely live to be a hundred years old."

Old Shen smiled and said, "Good, Grandpa will live to be a hundred years old and see his great-grandson born."

Nanzhi: "..."

Seeing Old Master Shen's attitude, Nan's parents knew that the Shen family truly cared for Nan Zhi.

Since Nan Li was placed in Shen's entertainment company and received all sorts of high praise, Nan's father had pretty much guessed Shen Xingmian's identity.

Bai Yarou had once worried that Shen Xingmian was just playing around with Nan Zhi, but now there was no need to worry anymore.

The daughter has her own set of ideas, and as long as it's good for her, the father doesn't interfere.

Shen Xingmian learned about this from Old Master Shen.

In the afternoon, Shen Xingmian came to the hospital to see Old Master Shen, while Nanzhi had already gone back.

The old man was clearly in a good mood today, humming a little tune, and when he saw Shen Xingmian, he had a smug smile on his face.

Shen Xingmian: "......"

He sat down next to Mr. Shen and asked, "What happy thing happened to you today?"

Old Shen gave him a mysterious look, "I'm afraid it would scare you to death if I told you."

Shen Xingmian remained expressionless and silent. Old Master Shen glared at him angrily, "I really don't know what Zhizhi likes about you. You're such a clueless fool, utterly boring."

Shen Xingmian could not deny that he was indeed boring, but Nanzhi liked him just the way he was.

"If it weren't for me, your grandpa, you might not have even gotten this wife."

Shen Xingmian reached out and took an orange, then bent down and began peeling it carefully, ignoring Old Master Shen's complaints.

Just as I peeled off a piece of orange peel, I heard Old Shen's voice coming from above:

"Zhizhi has already agreed to marry you, and it's all thanks to me, the old man. Her parents also agree."

Upon hearing this, the orange in Shen Xingmian's hand fell to the ground with a "plop," rolled a few times, and stopped under the bed.

Old Shen stared at his grandson's face with a smile, but even with his expressionless face, there was still a flaw in his demeanor.

He caught that moment of shock and stunned silence.

"Hmph, look at you, all cowardly and excited?"

Old Shen raised his white eyebrows, a smile playing on his lips.

Shen Xingmian sighed helplessly, resolutely refusing to admit that she had just been excited.

He squatted down, picked up the orange, threw it into the trash can, and then picked up another one to peel.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Old Shen was so angry that his beard almost stood on end.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't even think about changing wives. Zhizhi is the one I value. If you dare to be ungrateful, I'll disown you."

Shen Xingmian: "......"

He couldn't help but look up, his brow furrowed, and a look of helplessness in his eyes. "Grandpa, what are you talking about? How could I possibly think that way?"

Zhizhi is more important to him than himself; how could he possibly change his wife?

"Aren't you happy? You can't even smile."

Shen Xingmian: "......"

He smiled at the old man, only to be met with a glare from Old Shen. "Alright, you're making a scene. Go talk to Zhizhi about the wedding date as soon as possible. That's better than anything else."

Shen Xingmian: "......"

In the end, he was ruthlessly kicked out of the ward. After leaving the hospital, Shen Xingmian got into her car, pondered for a long time, and then stepped on the gas and drove towards the Nan family.

Shen Xingmian parked her car in a small park not far from the residential area, a place where nearby residents usually exercise in the afternoon.

He leaned against the car and lit a cigarette. Shen Xingmian had never smoked in front of Nan Zhi before, and he had basically quit in the past two years. At this moment, the lit cigarette glowed and flickered, just like Shen Xingmian's heart at this moment.

It's clearly hot, but the temperature keeps fluctuating and can't seem to settle down.

After a long while, when a cigarette burned to the end and burned Shen Xingmian's fingers, he finally came back to his senses.

I picked up my phone and called Nanzhi.

"Shen Xingmian?"

The other end answered quickly, and the tone was the same as usual.

Shen Xingmian didn't speak, so Nanzhi called out again, "Say something! What's wrong? Did something happen to Grandpa?"

At this point, Shen Xingmian could already hear the sound of her getting dressed.

Seeing her anxious, Shen Xingmian spoke up:

"It's okay, I'm in the small park next to the neighborhood."

As soon as she finished speaking, Nanzhi hung up the phone.

Shen Xingmian: "......"

About ten minutes later, a petite figure came running from not far away.

Illuminated by the streetlights, the girl ran towards him from the light, like an angel saving him.

Shen Xingmian looked at her, her expression gradually softening.

Nan Zhi ran up to Shen Xingmian, panting, and looked up with a worried expression in her eyes:

"Shen Xingmian, what's wrong with you... um."

Before she could finish speaking, the man reached out and pulled her into his arms. Shen Xingmian wrapped one arm around the back of Nan Zhi's neck and the other around her waist.

Tightly, tightly, as if trying to grasp something.

Nan Zhi frowned slightly, sensing that Shen Xingmian was acting strangely. She asked:

"Shen Xingmian, what's wrong with you today?"

The man didn't speak, but he hugged her tighter. Nanzhi felt a warmth in the night as she pressed herself against his body.

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