Nan Zhi forwarded the WeChat contacts of all the guys the original owner had added to the three girls.

Girl #1: "Thank you, miss! Please invite us again next time there's something like this!"

Nanzhi: "No problem."

"Goodbye, miss." The three girls waved goodbye.

The three girls walked out of the football stadium with happy smiles on their faces, holding the phones they had just added as friends.

"This girl is so cute today."

"Yes, but I feel like she looks somewhat familiar."

"Now that you mention it, I think I remember. Isn't she... she's that female celebrity, what's her name again?"

"Nanzhi!!"

"Ah, it's her. I heard she just had a scandal today."

"But I think she might have been framed. She already has such a handsome husband, how could she still be interested in Cheng Xu?"

I think so too.

...

It was dusk when Nanzhi and the others left the football stadium.

Nan Zhi had the driver take Da Ju home in the van, while she pushed Jiang Qingyan in her wheelchair and strolled through the bustling city at night.

The neon lights gradually lit up, and the entire city was bustling with traffic and activity.

Nanzhi took off her sunglasses and looked at the setting sun between the distant buildings.

She suddenly spoke up: "Jiang Qingyan, are you any happier today?"

Jiang Qingyan looked bewildered: "What?"

Nanzhi leaned close to his ear and said, word by word, "Tell me, are you any happier today than yesterday?"

Jiang Qingyan was unusually silent because of her words.

Are you happier today than yesterday?

It seems so.

My first time eating rice noodles, my first time being a goalkeeper...

So, was she doing it on purpose?

He didn't know why his heart was pounding, but he subconsciously asked, "Did you do this today just to make me a little happier?"

Nanzhi pulled away and made a "no" gesture, "No."

Jiang Qingyan: "Hmm?"

Nan Zhi's red lips curved slightly: "I just want to make myself a little happier."

Jiang Qingyan: ...

After a moment of silence, he said, "Is Zhizhi unhappy because of those things online?"

"It's not that bad. Who do they think they are? What right do they have to make me unhappy?"

"Why is that?"

“There’s no reason,” Nan Zhi said. “I’m not unhappy, I just want to be happier.”

Jiang Qingyan: ...

"After all, the first time I saw you, I wanted you to be the goalkeeper. Now that my wish has come true, I'm naturally even happier."

Jiang Qingyan: ...

The situation online is still developing, and after it was revealed that Nam Gyi had reported the incident to the police, it has clearly entered a heated phase.

The comments section on Nan Zhi's Weibo has become polarized.

A group of people stood on the southern branch.

A bunch of black Nanzhi.

During the two days that she wasn't filming, Da Ju kept calling. Her purpose was to show concern for her artist and to prevent her from feeling sad or having suicidal thoughts.

But Nan Zhi spends her days eating and sleeping, or sleeping and eating, living a more leisurely life than a pig.

"Nanzhi, aren't you worried at all that Cheng Xu will cause trouble?"

I'm worried!

"Aren't you worried about me?"

"Will being anxious solve the problem?"

"Can't."

"That'll do."

Da Ju hung up the phone in anger, while Nan Zhi nonchalantly put down her phone and glanced at Jiang Qingyan, who was sitting in a wheelchair looking at the scenery in front of the French windows.

As dawn broke, dappled shadows were cast upon him, making him appear as beautiful as a traditional Chinese ink painting.

For some reason, Nanzhi was somewhat captivated by that silhouette.

Perhaps noticing her gaze, Jiang Qingyan turned around: "What did the manager say?"

"Oh, it's nothing." Nan Zhi picked up her phone. "Jiang Qingyan, you look so handsome from this angle. Don't move, I'm going to take a picture."

Click, Nanzhi took a picture.

She excitedly walked over with the photo in her hand, squatted down next to Jiang Qingyan, and exclaimed with starry eyes, "Look! You're so handsome! (●′?`●)?"

Jiang Qingyan looked down at the photos she had taken. They were quite good, much better than the ones he had taken before.

"I can't take it anymore, you're too handsome. I'm going to set you as my screensaver so I can see you every time I turn on my phone."

Jiang Qingyan's eyes crinkled into slits with joy when he saw her set his photo as her screensaver.

She's kind of... cute.

However, it seems that she only likes his appearance.

Because he couldn't detect a trace of affection in her eyes.

Not a single one.

That night.

Jiang Qingyan's leg was pressed down by that person again. He opened his eyes and looked at the girl who had snuggled into his arms once more.

It's strange, even though I hated her so much on the first day that I wanted to kill her.

Now, I've gotten used to it.

Sometimes, if she doesn't come closer, he'll subconsciously check to see if she's fallen off the bed.

After all, she's not a very still sleeper.

Jiang Qingyan let her wrap herself around him, and just as he was about to close his eyes, the screen of his phone on the bedside table suddenly lit up.

He reached for the phone and unlocked the screen.

Cheng Xu went to the police station.

Jiang Qingyan's gaze darkened slightly. He glanced at the girl lying in his arms, remained silent for a moment, and then typed a period with his long, slender fingers.

【。】

It means to resolve it. After a few seconds of pause, another message came through.

This makes it easy to be exposed.

Jiang Qingyan remained expressionless: [Be careful.]

Putting down his phone, Jiang Qingyan looked at the girl's long eyelashes casting a silhouette under her eyelids in the dim moonlight by the bedside.

His gaze swept over her delicate nose, her rosy lips, her long, fair neck, and her barely visible collarbone.

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