Chapter 158 A Cheng Yaojin Appears Out of the Way

Xie Nanzhi sensed something was wrong. This was the United States, so why was she seeing Wei Chizheng?

Xie Nanzhi decided to continue sleeping, realizing she must still be drunk and hallucinating.

She remained silent, lying back down as if nothing had happened, her back to the "phantom" as she closed her eyes.

Seeing Xie Nanzhi's reaction, Wei Chizheng frowned slightly.

She must still be angry; perhaps she doesn't want to see herself at all.

A few seconds later, a voice said, "I know you don't want to see me. I've prepared breakfast; eat it while it's hot. I'll go outside and wait for you."

Did you speak?

Xie Nanzhi became alert; what she saw was not an illusion at all.

Wei Chizheng really came.

She sat up immediately, her eyes wide with surprise. "How did you end up in the US?"

Wei Chizheng, dressed neatly, stood there and said, "Let's eat first, and we'll talk after we finish eating."

Xie Nanzhi was really hungry. She remembered that she had drunk too much last night and seemed to have vomited. The little bit of food in her stomach had long been gone.

She lifted the covers, and her clothes had been changed.

Did he change it?

Then I heard, "I changed your clothes. Your previous clothes were dirty, so I washed them and hung them on the balcony."

Not only did Wei Chizheng change her clothes, he also gave her a bath.

Even now, Wei Chizheng still remembers her lying in the bathtub with her arms around his neck, her dreamy eyes piercing through his entire being. Her skin was so fair, her slender figure was curvaceous, and her long hair hung down, bewitching him like a fairy.

For the first time, Wei Chizheng felt like a villain. He had uncontrollably kissed her, and Xie Nanzhi, under the influence of alcohol, had pulled him into the bath.

They entwined in the water, and he kissed every inch of her skin, but he held back at the last moment.

He can't be such an irresponsible man.

Especially for her.

Wei Chizheng's expression was somewhat unnatural, but fortunately, Xie Nanzhi did not ask any further questions or show any sign of blaming him.

She quickly washed up and then sat down at the dining table to eat breakfast quietly.

Wei Chi was afraid of embarrassing her, so he tried his best not to pay attention to her every move. He sat far away on the sofa, occasionally stealing a glance.

This kind of quiet time for two people definitely requires a very high level of mental fortitude to endure. The breakfast was delicious, but unfortunately Xie Nanzhi couldn't taste it.

After a while, Xie Nanzhi put down her chopsticks, and Wei Chizheng immediately came over to clear the dishes.

Xie Nanzhi looked at him; his features were exquisite and three-dimensional, his temperament outstanding, and his figure far surpassed that of most men.

He could be a powerful and influential king, or he could be a simple, innocent boy like the one in front of her. Xie Nanzhi thought it was perfectly normal for her to be attracted to such a man.

Just as Wei Chizheng was clearing away the bowls and chopsticks, Xie Nanzhi suddenly asked, "Wei Chizheng, don't you have anything to explain?"

Wei Chizheng paused, his deep eyes looking at the expectant woman.

In fact, she had been waiting for Wei Chi to give her an explanation, but the man never did.

Wei Chizheng's eyes darkened. "I had something to do that night, so I couldn't answer your call right away. As for what it was, I can't tell you."

Xie Nanzhi countered, "Does Mu Jiaojiao know?"

Wei Chizheng nodded, "Yes, I know."

Xie Nanzhi was truly furious. "So, your childhood sweetheart can know, but your rightful wife has no right to know?"

This time, Wei Chizheng remained silent.

In Xie Nanzhi's mind, this was a kind of implicit acceptance.

After thinking about it, she realized she was being rather silly. Their childhood friendship of over twenty years was incomparable to her relationship with someone she had only known for less than a year.

Asking this question is indeed asking for humiliation.

Xie Nanzhi sneered, "Mr. Wei, is there something important that you came to see me this time? Why did you go to the trouble of crossing borders to find me?"

Wei Chi picked up the bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen first. He was very efficient and finished cleaning the kitchen in just a few minutes.

Wei Chizheng found Xie Nanzhi, his face somber. "We've received news from the orphanage. I'd like to ask you to return to the capital to assist with the adoption procedures."

That's it?

Xie Nanzhi always felt that this reason was not sufficient. It was something that could have been resolved with a single phone call, yet he traveled a long distance to find her.

Xie Nanzhi couldn't understand him. Was this the logic of a normal person?

Their marriage was initially arranged so that she could help him adopt a child, and she had no reason not to cooperate.

Xie Nanzhi agreed, "Okay."

Decisive and straightforward, she didn't have the energy for sentimentality. "Once the adoption procedures are completed smoothly, let's go get the divorce certificate."

Wei Chizheng's expression changed for a moment, but it was fleeting. "Hmm."

Xie Nanzhi glanced at him and said softly, "I'm going to catch up on some sleep. Mr. Wei, if there's nothing else, please leave."

After saying that, she returned to her bedroom without any hesitation and closed the door tightly.

Wei Chizheng's dark face had long since lost its warmth, and the veins on the back of his tightly clenched fists bulged.

His resentment was matched by his bitterness towards fate.

He was so close to her, yet so far away.

After a while, Wei Chizheng packed everything up and left.

Wei Chizheng didn't go anywhere else, but went to Xie Nanzhi's school.

He found a professor in his college, who was also Xie Nanzhi's professor. He stood in front of the painting called "The Riddle" and examined it carefully.

The person in the painting is clearly not him, yet every feature seems to resemble him.

In the end, Wei Chizheng took the painting in exchange for donating a library.

Xie Nanzhi received a call from her professor, who told her that a philanthropist was willing to donate a library to the school, and the school had selected several paintings as a return gift, including her final project called "Mystery".

Of course, the school will provide scholarships and credits to students whose works are selected.

It was originally just an assignment, and one that she was extremely dissatisfied with, so Xie Nanzhi didn't feel any regret about giving it away.

Bored, Xie Nanzhi sat by the bay window and looked at the scenery outside. She habitually took out a sketchbook and casually sketched the lines she saw.

The scratching of the pencil left behind a series of landscapes on the drawing paper. In half a day, she completed a simple sketch.

Xie Nanzhi put the sketchbook down casually before remembering to ask about what happened last night.

Xie Nanzhi called Guo Xun, who asked, "Are you awake, Junior Sister?"

Xie Nanzhi tossed her long hair and walked to the terrace. She leaned against the pure white railing, letting the wind blow against her. "What happened last night? How did I end up being brought back by Wei Chizheng?"

Speaking of this, Guo Xun had something to say: "Let me tell you, we were having a great time drinking last night, and you were even going to go on stage to sing a song, but who knew that a Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear out of nowhere."

Who Cheng Yaojin is is self-evident.

Xie Nanzhi complained, "He wants to take me away, and you all agree? What if he's a bad guy? What if he cuts my kidney?"

Guo Xun scoffed, "Heh, we definitely wouldn't hand you over to anyone else. But Wei Chizheng showed us his marriage certificate. He's taking his wife home, what right do we have to stop him or disagree?"