Chapter 147 Are you looking for Ah Zheng? He's taking a shower.

Wei Chizheng's pupils widened suddenly, and his eyes stared straight ahead for a moment.

The next second, Xie Nanzhi suddenly remembered something, her beautiful eyes moved to his lower abdomen, and she muttered to herself, "I forgot, you're not good enough."

Wei Chizheng's face immediately darkened. "I'm getting off the bus."

Xie Nanzhi gripped the steering wheel. "Okay, let's get out."

Wei Chizheng gave Xie Nanzhi a deep look before getting out of the car. He stood there until Xie Nanzhi's car left before slowly withdrawing his gaze.

After a while, Wei Chizheng laughed again.

Relaxed, pampered.

After Xie Nanzhi returned, Wang Shufen kept her talking for another hour until she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.

Wang Shufen expressed her satisfaction with Wei Chizheng and urged them to hold a wedding as soon as possible and have another child while she was still young and could help take care of it.

She is a microcosm of most parents. Although Xie Nanzhi will not follow her example, it is still necessary to give appropriate approval.

Finally, Xie Nanzhi couldn't bear it any longer, and Wang Shufen let her go.

...

Since their last parting, the two have lost contact.

Although Xie Nanzhi is married, she is not much different from when she was unmarried.

These past few days, she has been mostly immersed in her creative work. If Xibei hadn't invited her, she probably wouldn't have gone out for a while.

Xi Bei invited Xie Nanzhi to play tennis. Before leaving home, she changed into her tennis clothes, and Xi Bei's car was waiting for her downstairs.

She got into Xibei's convertible supercar and fastened her seatbelt. Xibei complained from the side, "Nanzhi, I've discovered you're a real homebody. If I don't ask you out, are you not planning to go out?"

"I'm just busy."

Xibei stepped on the gas. "Alright, great artist, come down to earth and experience the mortal world first, then you can go back to being your fairy in heaven."

Xibei is a VIP member of the tennis club and entered by facial recognition.

They chose a spot, and the two stood on opposite sides of the net. After several rallies, Xibei was completely defeated.

Xibei was unconvinced. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Sigh, I'm really impressed. How come I can never beat you?"

Xie Nanzhi teased, "Bao'er, that's what you call talent."

Xibei has an exceptionally high IQ, but her emotional intelligence and athletic talent are practically her weaknesses. However, this child is stubborn and has a never-give-up spirit, becoming more courageous with each setback.

Xibei was preparing to serve when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. "Nanzhi, isn't that Wei Chizheng?"

Wei Chizheng?

Xie Nanzhi turned around and indeed saw Wei Chizheng, but he wasn't alone.

Xibei asked curiously, "Who is the woman next to him?"

Xie Nanzhi said softly, "Keeping a mistress in a golden house."

Xibei made an exaggerated expression, "Hehe, I didn't expect him to like this kind of thing."

Xie Nanzhi withdrew her gaze, not intending to greet Wei Chi. "Xibei, serve."

Wei Chizheng also saw Xie Nanzhi. He paused for a moment, and Mu Jiaojiao followed his gaze. "Azheng, it's Miss Nan. Should we go over and say hello?"

Wei Chi nodded and took the lead, walking over.

As Wei Chizheng walked over, Xi Bei had just lost her match. Holding a tennis racket, she turned her head and looked over, saying, "What a coincidence, Mr. Wei is here too."

Before Wei Chizheng could speak, Mu Jiaojiao said enthusiastically, "I didn't know you and A-Zheng knew each other at the tea shop last time. If I had known, I would have given you that cake of tea in the first place. But, we became friends through a misunderstanding. Hello, my name is Mu Jiaojiao, and I'm A-Zheng's childhood friend."

One shouldn't hit a smiling face, and besides, she had no right to have a problem with Mu Jiaojiao.

Xie Nanzhi smiled and said, "Hello, Nanzhi."

As soon as she finished introducing herself, Mu Jiaojiao warmly greeted Xie Nanzhi, "Nanzhi, it's not easy to meet, why don't we play a doubles match together? You and your friend can be on one team, and I'll be on the other with Azheng."

Xie Nanzhi subconsciously looked at Wei Chizheng, only to see Mu Jiaojiao tugging at his arm and acting coquettishly, "Azheng, I'll try my best not to hold you back, okay?"

The problem is, she hasn't agreed yet.

Wei Chizheng grunted in agreement and met Xie Nanzhi's gaze.

Whether out of spite or not, Xie Nanzhi immediately agreed, "Playing it alone is no fun. Whoever loses has to do 100 frog jumps, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Xibei revealed a mask of pain.

Wei Chizheng agreed.

Xie Nanzhi came to Xibei's side, and the four of them took their positions.

Xibei asked in a low voice, "Nanzhi, are you serious about a hundred frog jumps?"

Xie Nanzhi gripped the racket in both hands, her eyes gleaming. "Are you sure we're going to lose?"

Don't tell me, really don't tell me.

Xie Nanzhi's strength has always been unknown, but she becomes stronger when facing a strong opponent.

Xibei, as if injected with adrenaline, said, "That's right, these hundred frog jumps might not necessarily be ours."

With everything ready, Xie Nanzhi was noticeably more focused than before. The game had taken a toll on her physical strength, and beads of sweat were dripping down her neck from her forehead.

She looked across at the other side.

Almost all the balls that had just been hit were received by Wei Chizheng, so Mu Jiaojiao's breathing didn't change.

She truly is the white moonlight in my heart; I can't bear to be tired of her at all.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, and as the ball flew towards her, Xie Nanzhi instinctively swung her racket. The ball was successfully intercepted and returned, heading straight for Mu Jiaojiao.

Just then, Mu Jiaojiao suddenly twisted her ankle. Not only did she fail to catch the ball, but she was also hit in the forehead by the ball that Xie Nanzhi hit.

Mu Jiaojiao let out a painful cry and fell to the ground.

Wei Chizheng rushed over as fast as he could, asking, "How are you?"

Mu Jiaojiao's face was pale and her expression was painful. "A-Zheng, I feel like I can't move my legs."

Xie Nanzhi and Xibei also rushed over. Mu Jiaojiao didn't seem to be faking it; her expression didn't lie.

But Xie Nanzhi caught the moment she twisted her ankle; it seemed Mu Jiaojiao did it on purpose…

Wei Chizheng nervously picked up Mu Jiaojiao, then looked at Xie Nanzhi, "Nanzhi, I'll take Jiaojiao to the hospital first."

Xie Nanzhi hummed in agreement, watching as Wei Chizheng anxiously carried Mu Jiaojiao away.

He was genuinely worried.

They were genuinely anxious.

Perhaps deep down, he really blames her.

After such an incident, Xie Nanzhi lost her motivation to continue playing. When she left the club, Xi Bei complained, "Keeping a mistress in a golden house, she really did keep one. But is this mistress brain-dead? Wearing flat shoes, she can still twist her ankle on flat ground? She should just stop walking and let Wei Chi carry her for the rest of her life."

Xie Nanzhi suggested moving out, saying, "Hmm, that's a good idea."

Xi Bei casually picked up her bag and said nonchalantly, "Nan Zhi, why is this Mu Jiaojiao so scheming? I used to think Wei Chi was a good match, but it seems I was overthinking it."

This time, Xie Nanzhi remained silent.

After returning home, Xie Nanzhi was not in the mood to paint.

Xie Nanzhi waited until nightfall, when it was completely dark, before finally calling Wei Chizheng.

She wanted to ask about Mu Jiaojiao's situation.

The moment the call connected, a woman's sweet voice came through the receiver, "Miss Nan, are you looking for Ah Zheng? He's taking a shower. Call back later."