Chapter 139 Mom, where did this ring come from?

Almost instinctively, Xie Nanzhi rushed over and grabbed Yang Qing's wrist at the last second.

Yang Qing was suspended in mid-air. She looked up at Xie Nanzhi and said, "Let go."

Xie Nanzhi gripped Yang Qing's hand tightly, but it was not easy to hold onto Yang Qing's falling body with one arm, and Xie Nanzhi was also sliding down.

But if she let Yang Qing die in front of her, Xie Nanzhi would feel guilty.

Yang Qing could commit suicide, but he couldn't die in front of her.

Xie Nanzhi struggled to pull her up, "Yang Qing, haven't you ever thought that maybe what you felt for the doctor was just admiration and respect, not love at all? If I were you, I would have a relationship, find out the truth, instead of dying in a daze."

She clearly noticed Yang Qing's pupils light up. "You mean, my feelings for my teacher aren't love?"

Xie Nanzhi's arm veins bulged, and she used all her strength. "There are many kinds of love. Yang Qing, people don't have an afterlife. Once you die, you're dead."

"Yeah?"

Yang Qing was lost in confusion, but Xie Nanzhi's strength was almost completely exhausted. If this continued, she and Yang Qing would fall off the rooftop in less than a minute.

what to do?

Xie Nanzhi frowned, a third of her body was almost hanging out of the window, her hands were aching, and her brain was close to shutting down.

Then Yang Qing said, "Miss Nan, let go. I'm glad to have met you at the last moment of my life."

Yang Qing smiled at Xie Nanzhi, then tried to pry open her fingers.

One, two, three...

Just as Xie Nanzhi loosened her grip and Yang Qing was falling, she was caught by a force again.

Ten minutes later, Xie Nanzhi collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, while Zhou Mubin stood beside her, hands on his hips, also breathing heavily.

He had been watching Xie Nanzhi outside the ward for a long time but she hadn't returned. He called her but no one answered. When he asked, he found out she had come to the rooftop with Yang Qing.

Why did they come to the rooftop for no reason?

When he heard that some good people were chatting on the rooftop, Zhou Mubin immediately rushed over.

As luck would have it, I witnessed this scene.

He looked at Xie Nanzhi in confusion, "Nanzhi, what exactly happened?"

Xie Nanzhi didn't go into details, only saying perfunctorily, "Dr. Yang accidentally lost her balance and almost fell, but luckily you arrived in time."

Zhou Mubin is a lawyer with extremely high sensitivity; how could he not notice such a flawed answer?

It's just that with Yang Qing around, Xie Nanzhi couldn't say anything.

Zhou Mubin didn't ask any more questions. "Dr. Yang, you'd better be careful in the future. Nanzhi was able to save you once, but you won't be so lucky every time."

Zhou Mubin didn't care about Yang Qing's condition; what bothered him was that Yang Qing had almost harmed Xie Nanzhi.

Zhou Mubin's tone was unpleasant, and he secretly glared at Yang Qing. He walked over to Xie Nanzhi, helped her up, and muttered under his breath, "Are you out of your mind? Mind your own business from now on."

Xie Nanzhi steadied herself and said, "I know."

Zhou Mubin was angry, muttering as he walked, "What do you know? Xibei isn't here. If she were here, she would definitely give you a good scolding."

Xie Nanzhi: "So, don't tell her."

Zhou Mubin was so angry he laughed, and said helplessly, "I'm really impressed by you."

Not long after they came down from the rooftop, Yang Qing also came down.

Yang Qing and Xie Nanzhi tacitly avoided mentioning what had happened before. She explained the post-operative precautions, and then gave Xie Nanzhi a meaningful look before leaving.

The surgery went smoothly, and Mrs. Xie is recovering well.

She only found out she had undergone surgery after the anesthesia wore off; it turned out she had a growth in her brain, which was why she had been hospitalized for so long.

Fortunately, upon hearing the news, they also learned that the surgery was successful, so the elderly person wouldn't have too much psychological burden.

Meanwhile, Xie Nanzhi's gallery renovation was nearing completion, and upon opening, it became an instant hit in the industry. After all, Amanda's reputation was undeniable. Many painters in the industry signed contracts with her, but one person in particular surprised Xie Nanzhi the most.

Zhao Sinian approached Xie Nanzhi and offered to sign an exclusive contract with Xie Nanzhi's gallery.

Xie Nanzhi advised her to reconsider, but Zhao Sinian replied decisively, "Sister Nanzhi, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be where I am today. It would be only right for me to give you an exclusive contract for your gallery, let alone give you the whole thing."

When Xie Xiyan's affair with Zhao Sinian as a substitute painter was exposed, Xie Xiyan's reputation plummeted.

It was this opportunity that allowed Zhao Sinian's abilities to stand out, and in just a few months, she became a well-known painter in the port city.

Many galleries recognized Zhao Sinian's talent and wanted to sign her to exclusive contracts, but she refused them all.

Upon hearing that Xie Nanzhi's gallery had opened, Zhao Sinian immediately went to visit her.

Xie Nanzhi smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with me; it's all thanks to your own hard work. Seeing how well you're doing now, I'm genuinely happy for you."

Zhao Sinian is still in a wheelchair, but unlike her former timidity, she is now full of confidence and has truly been reborn.

"Sister Nanzhi, let's sign the contract."

Xie Nanzhi signed an exclusive contract with Zhao Sinian, and many other well-known painters also chose to collaborate. At the height of her success, Xie Nanzhi sold out all the paintings in the gallery on the first day of opening. To celebrate, she gave every employee a bonus, which was paid out along with their monthly salary.

Xie Nanzhi certainly couldn't stay at the gallery on weekdays; she had too many other things to do. So it was best for the gallery to have someone trustworthy to look after it for her.

After much thought, Xie Nanzhi thought of someone.

She approached Xie Yuanyang and shared her idea: she was willing to offer him an annual salary of one million yuan to become the gallery manager.

But Xie Yuanyang did not agree immediately, saying, "Nanzhi, I don't need your sympathy."

Xie Nanzhi swirled her wine glass, a faint smile on her face. "I'm not pitying you; you are worth this much. Besides, the gallery has just opened, and I need someone I can trust. If you're willing to come, it would be a help to me."

Xie Yuanyang's eyes lit up. "You trust me?"

Xie Nanzhi held out her wine glass, a slight smile playing on her lips. "I'm not a philanthropist. If you're not suitable, even if you're my family, I won't use you."

Having received recognition, Xie Yuanyang smiled.

He raised his glass high and gently clinked it together. "Good."

Feeling happy today, Xie Nanzhi drank more than usual. She staggered home, her pretty cheeks flushed.

Wang Shufen rushed forward to support her, "Why did you drink so much?"

Xie Nanzhi sat on the sofa, unable to stop smiling. "I'm so happy! Today is the opening day, and all the paintings in my gallery have sold out."

Wang Shufen brought over a bowl of soup prepared for toasting, saying, "My daughter is really something. Here, drink this hangover soup, or you'll have a headache tomorrow."

Xie Nanzhi obediently drank the hangover soup, then lazily leaned back on the sofa, when she suddenly touched something hard.

She picked it up and saw that it was a velvet box.

Upon opening it out of curiosity, a large diamond ring of at least five carats came into view.

She suddenly sobered up. "Mom, where did this ring come from?"