Chapter 321 I Just Like Taking Care of You
Wei Chizheng was satisfied and smiled as he gently kissed her.
With her by his side, he was no longer afraid of the dark.
With her by his side, he was no longer afraid of being alone.
With her, he had a direction to move forward.
Wei Chizheng even thought that perhaps his whole life was just to meet her, to know her, to love her, and to stay with her.
The next day, Wei Chi woke up very early. When Xie Nanzhi saw him, he was making breakfast.
Xie Nanzhi didn't disturb him, but sat quietly at the dining table, watching the busy man in the kitchen in the morning sunlight.
He was wearing loose, light gray loungewear, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his clean-lined wrists, and was intently cracking eggs with his head down.
The sound of the porcelain bowl clinking against the chopsticks was soft, mingling with the sizzling of the frying pan, making it particularly pleasant in the quiet morning. Xie Nanzhi rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on his hand holding the spatula.
Those hands, usually so bony and with a sharp, cold edge, were now moving as she admired the way he flipped the spatula. Suddenly, she was reminded of the nights he tormented her, his fingertips tracing every inch of her skin, the chill and trembling making Xie Nanzhi blush.
Just then, Wei Chizheng's voice suddenly came, "Awake? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
Xie Nanzhi looked a little dazed, her voice slightly hoarse from just waking up, "I'm a little thirsty."
He placed the fried eggs into a white porcelain plate, then took out the sliced strawberries from the refrigerator and arranged them into small piles. "Just call me and I'll get you some water. Why did you have to get up yourself?"
Wei Chizheng's tone was unusually gentle. Xie Nanzhi smiled and said in a voice as soft as a cloud in the sky, "It's not like I'm incapable of taking care of myself, that I need you to take care of me even when I'm drinking water."
She stood up and walked to the kitchen doorway.
Looking at the neatly arranged tableware on the counter, there was her usual small bowl with floral patterns.
These are the new bowls and chopsticks Xie Nanzhi bought for the Chinese New Year this year; they haven't been used much yet.
At that moment, Wei Chizheng turned around, holding two plates of breakfast in his hands, his eyes filled with a smile, "Is it possible that I just like taking care of you?"
Sure enough, Xie Nanzhi remembered what he had said before.
You have to spoil her temper so badly that no man can stand it, then no one will ever think about her again.
Xie Nanzhi chuckled, "Fool."
The two returned to the dining table, Xie Nanzhi sat down, picked up her fork and gently poked at the fried egg.
Her tastes are typical of Chinese people; she doesn't like soft-boiled eggs, only well-cooked fried eggs.
On the contrary, Pei Jingchuan was the opposite.
I remember those three years; they were the three years in which Xie Nanzhi lived the least of her own life. She depended on him like a dodder, treating his preferences entirely as her own.
Pei Jingchuan loved soft-boiled eggs, and Xie Nanzhi ate them with him for three whole years.
But every time Xie Nanzhi ate the runny egg yolk, she would experience stomach discomfort.
Until she met Wei Chizheng, she never compromised again. He remembered her preferences, saw them, and couldn't bear to see her suffer even the slightest grievance.
Xie Nanzhi had thought about it countless times: falling in love with Wei Chizheng was an inevitable outcome, it was just a matter of time.
A sense of melancholy flashed through Xie Nanzhi's heart, but as she looked at Wei Chizheng's handsome face, her smile deepened.
To be honest, the skill required to fry a fully cooked egg is quite high.
If the heat isn't controlled properly, the eggs will burn.
Wei Chizheng always manages to fry eggs perfectly, ensuring the surface isn't burnt and the yolk is fully cooked.
She looked up at Wei Chizheng, who was stirring his coffee with his head down. The morning light fell on his hair, and even the curl of his eyelashes could be seen.
"Wei Chizheng".
Xie Nanzhi suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a barely perceptible softness, "Actually, you don't need to get up so early to make breakfast."
Wei Chizheng looked up, his gaze falling on her face with a faint smile. "But I want my wife to be able to have a hot breakfast as soon as she wakes up."
He paused, then added, "Besides, I enjoy watching you eat the breakfast I made myself."
The morning light gradually spilled over the dining table, enveloping the two figures in warmth.
The aroma of breakfast, mingled with the ambiguous atmosphere, slowly diffused in the air, creating a quiet and warm scene.
A slight smile unconsciously appeared on Xie Nanzhi's lips, and she suddenly felt exceptionally at ease.
That was a sense of peace that she had never felt in all the years she had been with Pei Jingchuan.
Wang Shufen recovered very well, and after breakfast, Xie Nanzhi had a video call with her.
Wang Shufen told her to stay in the capital and stay by Wei Chizheng's side. "Nanzhi, just stay with Xiao Wei. His father's health is failing, and Xiao Wei needs you the most right now. You must not leave him alone."
Xie Nanzhi understood the reasoning behind it all, but he was far from as calm as he appeared.
That's why Xie Nanzhi didn't board the plane back to Hong Kong yesterday; it was precisely this hesitation that saved her life.
Xie Nanzhi, "I know, but your health..."
Wang Shufen said bluntly, "I know my body best, it's perfectly fine. Besides, you've hired several caregivers for me, they'll take good care of me. And what use are you to me? Just an ornament? Forget it, don't come. Just stay with Xiao Wei and don't even think about coming back."
Xie Nanzhi was amused by Wang Shufen, "Mom, you make it sound like you dislike me."
Wang Shufen: "Yes, I do have some reservations."
Xie Nanzhi: "I am your own daughter."
Wang Shufen said, "Xiao Wei is still my son-in-law."
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They chatted for quite a while before ending the call.
At this moment, Wei Chizheng also came out of the dressing room, having changed into a navy blue suit. Xie Nanzhi stood in the entryway, wearing a trench coat of the same color, her long hair styled in big waves. "Let's go."
Wei Chizheng was clearly not as relaxed as he was at breakfast. He grunted in response, walked over to Xie Nanzhi, and took her hand. Xie Nanzhi noticed his stiffness.
Was he afraid to face Wei Huaibo, or unwilling to believe the fact that Wei Huaibo was about to die?
Xie Nanzhi held his hand tightly, "Wei Chizheng, I will stay with you, forever."
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Xie Nanzhi had arranged things for Wang Shufen, and with Xie Yuanyang at the company, she could stay by Wei Chizheng's side for the time being.
The two arrived at the hospital by car.
Less than a minute before the two arrived, several police officers entered the ward ahead of them.
Tie Tou stood guard at the door and gave Wei Chi a brief explanation.
Wei Chizheng raised his wrist and glanced at the time. "Almost five minutes, that's enough."
Tie Tou understood what he meant by hitting him; the old man's condition was too bad, five minutes was the limit. Wei Chizheng wanted Tie Tou to chase the man away.
Tie Tou nodded and was about to push the door open when several people came out.
The lead police officer, dressed in uniform, asked, "Who is Wei Chizheng?"
Wei Chizheng stepped forward, frowning, and asked in a low voice, "Yes, it is me. What's wrong?"
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