Chapter 13 The Final Farewell
Without thinking much, the auntie brought over a pair of scissors. "Madam, what do you want to cut? I'll cut it for you. The scissors are sharp and might hurt you."
Xie Nanzhi extended her hand, her attitude firm, "No need, I can do it myself."
The aunt was still worried, so although she gave the scissors to Xie Nanzhi, she stayed by her side the whole time.
My wife is pregnant now, and if anything were to happen to her, she couldn't bear the consequences.
Xie Nanzhi held the iron shears in one hand and picked up the dress in the other. The next second, a large slit appeared on the dress.
The aunt was stunned, and cried out in fright, "Oh, Madam, what are you doing? Why did you cut up your perfectly good dress?"
The aunt felt both distressed and surprised.
As for Xie Nanzhi, she threw the scissors onto her cheongsam and turned her head to look in the direction of her aunt.
"This dress is flimsy; it tore on its own."
The aunt panicked, her face full of astonishment. "Madam, I... I don't really understand."
Xie Nanzhi slowly got up, wearing a loose cotton home dress, and walked towards the aunt. Suddenly, she stopped in front of her.
“Auntie, this dress is flimsy; it tore on its own. If your husband asks, just tell him that.”
The auntie panicked even more; why did she feel that the lady of the house was a little creepy?
The aunt unconsciously salivated. "I'm just a worker, ma'am, don't worry, I won't say anything I shouldn't."
Xie Nanzhi nodded and went back to her room.
That evening, Pei Jingchuan arrived as promised.
However, when he looked at Xie Nanzhi's denim miniskirt and Peter Pan collar shirt, his brows furrowed involuntarily. "Why aren't you wearing the clothes I prepared for you?"
The aunt who saw Xie Nanzhi off said, "The skirt wasn't sturdy; it tore on its own."
Pei Jingchuan didn't believe him, raising an eyebrow, "Broken yourself?"
The aunt felt guilty and lowered her head, not daring to meet Pei Jingchuan's eyes. Xie Nanzhi explained, "The fabric is not sturdy. It broke when I pulled it."
Pei Jingchuan had his doubts; no fabric should be as fragile as paper, tearing so easily.
Two days ago, at the Xie family's banquet, she was wearing jeans and a white T-shirt. Later, she pushed Xie Xiyan downstairs, and when things got busy, Pei Jingchuan forgot about it.
Now that I think about it, it seems that Xie Nanzhi has been wearing pants and short sleeves lately, and she hasn't worn any of the dresses he bought.
Pei Jingchuan stepped forward and put his arm around her slender waist, whispering, "Nanzhi, you look better in a cheongsam."
Yeah?
Does she look better in a cheongsam, or does Xie Xiyan look better in a cheongsam?
Since their wedding three years ago, Pei Jingchuan has been in charge of all her clothes, regularly filling her wardrobe.
However, most of them are cheongsams, and some are modified versions.
Xie Nanzhi never thought much about it; she assumed it was just something he liked, and she was willing to cater to his tastes. Even though the cheongsam wasn't comfortable to wear, she was still willing to dress up for the man she wanted to please.
Only now did she realize that Pei Jingchuan's obsession wasn't with cheongsams, but with Xie Xiyan, who loved wearing them.
It's fine if he doesn't love her, but is it a bit too much for him to treat her like a fool just to fulfill his own sincere feelings?
Xie Nanzhi felt a pang of pain in her heart and furrowed her brow.
Three years of obsession, three years of deception, three years of sacrifice.
After tonight, it will all be over.
"Really? But I like myself better now."
The next second, Xie Nanzhi opened the car door and got in without hesitation.
Pei Jingchuan felt a surge of anger.
Why has Xie Nanzhi become increasingly disobedient lately? This makes him feel increasingly difficult to control.
Could it be that she really has feelings for someone else?
Pei Jingchuan suddenly remembered the men's suit jacket he had seen that morning. He should have Jiang Cheng investigate who the jacket belonged to.
Then, Pei Jingchuan got into the car and sat down next to Xie Nanzhi.
He habitually took her hand and intertwined their fingers. Seeing that Xie Nanzhi did not resist, Pei Jingchuan leaned closer and said, "I didn't say that your current clothes are not good-looking, I just think they don't suit you very well."
Is he trying to continue manipulating her?
Her fingertips, icy cold, clasped in her palm. She really wanted to see for herself whether Pei Jingchuan could speak these high-sounding words to her without batting an eye, just as rumored.
She wanted to know what kind of person the man she had loved for three years really was.
Suddenly, Xie Nanzhi thought that every day when she stood in front of him wearing the cheongsam he liked, he would automatically picture Xie Xiyan's face.
Is it also like this in bed...?
Xie Nanzhi's stomach churned, and she couldn't help but gag, vomiting all over Pei Jingchuan.
Pei Jingchuan's face immediately turned extremely ugly, and his subconscious reaction couldn't lie, "Xie Nanzhi, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Pei Jingchuan realized his tone was off and softened his words, "This is probably just morning sickness. It'll get better once you get through this phase. Honey, you've had a tough time."
Xie Nanzhi heard the frantic rustling in Pei Jingchuan's hands as he wiped things, and she sneered inwardly. The baby was already a pool of blood; how could she possibly have pregnancy symptoms?
Pei Jingchuan, if you knew that your child was gone, what would your expression be?
Xie Nanzhi's stomach was still uncomfortable, so she didn't say anything more.
Just as they were about to reach their destination, Pei Jingchuan's phone rang.
Seeing the note displayed above, he subconsciously looked at Xie Nanzhi before answering, "What's wrong?"
Xie Xiyan said anxiously on the other end of the phone, "Jingchuan, Mosier's flight back to F country is tonight. He agreed to see me before boarding the plane. Can you come with me?"
Pei Jingchuan asked in a deep voice, "Didn't he just arrive in Gangcheng today? Is he leaving tonight?"
Xie Xiyan was so anxious she was almost crying. "I don't know the specifics, but since Mosier took the initiative to ask me to meet him, he must intend to take me as his apprentice. Jingchuan, I don't want to miss this opportunity."
Caught in a dilemma, Pei Jingchuan stared at Xie Nanzhi, unable to utter the words he was about to say.
Then Xie Xiyan said on the phone, "Jingchuan, did I make things difficult for you? Yes, it is. Today is Nanzhi's birthday. It was really inconsiderate of me to leave her alone. Oh well, maybe this is my fate. My artistic talent has reached its limit. You spend your birthday with Nanzhi. I won't bother you anymore. Please say happy birthday to Nanzhi for me and her."
Upon hearing this, Pei Jingchuan felt even worse.
He promised to help Xie Xiyan become Mosil's apprentice, how could he go back on his word?
What's wrong with him?
Xie Xiyan is his true love, the woman he wants to protect for the rest of his life and can never let down.
He actually hesitated.
Just for Xie Nanzhi's birthday?
Birthdays can be celebrated every year, but if Xiyan misses the chance to become Mosil's apprentice, there will be no other opportunity.
Pei Jingchuan remained resolute, "I'll drive over to find you. Wait for my call."
Xie Xiyan was in a good mood. "Jingchuan, I knew you wouldn't abandon me."
After hanging up the phone, Pei Jingchuan's hesitant attitude vanished, and he said bluntly, "Nanzhi, I have something urgent to attend to and need to leave for a bit. You go ahead first, and I'll come find you as soon as I'm done."
Xie Nanzhi knew that the call was made by Xie Xiyan, and she also knew that Xie Xiyan was going to see Mosil.
Even Pei Jingchuan's choice was exactly the same as Xie Nanzhi had predicted.
When faced with a choice between her and Xie Xiyan, Pei Jingchuan would always choose the latter.
Xie Nanzhi kept her gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window, never turning back. Her tone was indifferent as she said, "I understand. Shall I get off now?"
There were still five minutes left in the journey, but Pei Jingchuan was worried that Xie Xiyan would get impatient. "My wife is so sensible. It's not far, you can just flag down a car on the side of the road."
It's not far, can't you even give her a ride?
Has he forgotten that she is blind and cannot see anything?
My reason tells me I shouldn't care, but I still can't remain indifferent emotionally.
An unbearable pain swept through my entire body, seeping into my bones and blood...
Finally, Xie Nanzhi got out of the car. The car in front of her sped past like a gust of wind, bringing a chill to her bones.
Xie Nanzhi's hair was blown by the wind, and her body trembled.
She stared intently in the direction Pei Jingchuan had left, her fingertips growing cold.
She thought to herself: Goodbye, Pei Jingchuan.
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind, "Xie Nanzhi."
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