Chapter 308 How come he... came out wearing a bathrobe?
"I rely solely on my abilities to win lawsuits. Do those who want to win even care about my reputation?" Song Yanzhi retorted indifferently.
Lu Qinghe gritted his teeth inwardly, feeling even more uneasy seeing that he was really going to do it.
Nanxia had a headache from the noise of the two of them. She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead. "Both of you get out! I want to sleep for a while. I'm tired."
"Go to sleep, I won't say anything more." Song Yanzhi smiled indulgently when he heard her calling him "old mother" repeatedly. His wife was always humorous and interesting, and his married life with her would definitely not be boring.
Seeing that he didn't leave, Lu Qinghe remained seated and didn't move either. The two men stared straight at each other, but Song Yanzhi's gaze, though seemingly gentle, carried an invisible aura of contempt.
He exuded an air of confidence that he didn't take him seriously.
Nanxia glanced at them, ignored them, lay down, and pulled the blanket over her head—out of sight, out of mind!
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After get off work in the afternoon.
"Is Xiaoyan being driven to and from school by a bodyguard?" Shen Yan asked as he drove.
"Yes, he's going to a friend's house for dinner tonight." Nan Weiwei had already called her son. He was going to the Song family's house for dinner tonight, and she felt at ease knowing her son was with them.
"Xia Shuqing's house?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Could that man still be secretly flirting with her behind his back?
"No, the other friends don't seem to have anything to do with President Shen, right? Why are you asking so clearly?" she said, pouting.
Who else does Xiaoyan have as a friend? Could it be Song Yan's family? Nan Xia was relieved, knowing that the man wouldn't suspect anything. A little over ten minutes later, the two returned home.
"You treated me to dinner last time, so I'll cook for you tonight as a return gift," Shen Yan said to her as soon as she entered the house.
"...Um, what kind of food do you have in your fridge?"
Nan Weiwei wanted to find a chance to get rid of him, so she went to open his refrigerator, glanced inside, and seeing that there was no fish, deliberately said:
"I want to eat braised fish, but unfortunately you don't have any here. Why don't you go buy some, and I'll wait for you at home?"
"No need for that trouble, I'll just have someone buy it for me."
Song Yanzhi took out his phone and called the maid. He knew what she was thinking, and he definitely couldn't give her the account book now.
Unless she agrees to marry him.
Nan frowned slightly and asked him, "Mr. Chen, would you like to take a shower now? You'll feel more comfortable cooking afterward."
“Really?” he asked.
“Yes, it’s not appropriate for you to cook in a suit,” she said.
"Okay, I'm going to take a shower. You can turn on the TV yourself." After saying that, Shen Yan put his briefcase on the sofa and went to the bedroom.
After he went in and closed the bedroom door, Nan Weiwei nervously looked around the living room. Not finding any cameras, she secretly went through his briefcase and took out the account book!
After checking it over, it was true. I was overjoyed. I didn't expect it to be so easy. Although my older sister is currently lying in the hospital, Song Yanzhi will definitely help with this lawsuit.
I no longer need to go to work at his company.
She grabbed the ledger and immediately went to the door. Opening it, she froze, startled to see the bodyguards standing there. What were they doing there? They hadn't followed her back.
Nan Weiwei tried to remain calm and was about to walk out normally when they stopped her. "I'm sorry, Young Master Shen instructed us not to take the account book with us."
“I just wanted to go home and see my family; it’s downstairs,” she said.
"No." The bodyguard's tone was firm. Nan looked at them with a slight frown and could only retreat back into the house for the time being. After closing the door, she walked back and forth in the room with her arms crossed. She certainly couldn't give up such a good opportunity so easily.
Is there any other way to leave with the ledgers smoothly?
After walking for a while, she had another idea: get the man drunk during dinner, then secretly put the ledger into her bag and take it away.
Having made up her mind, she calmly sat down on the sofa, turned on the TV, and waited for the man to come out.
Ten minutes later, Shen Yan came out, wearing only a large white bathrobe that only reached his knees. As he moved, what was underneath was faintly visible...!
The neckline was also loosely open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin, with the outline of the raised pectoral muscles faintly visible. They were firm and full, and every inch of the muscles exuded just the right amount of strength. They were not rough, but enough to make people think.
Nan Weiwei turned her head subconsciously upon hearing the noise, but as soon as her gaze fell on him, she froze as if she had been burned.
He unconsciously frowned. How come he... came out wearing a bathrobe?
An uncontrollable heat and unease rose in my cheeks, spreading from my ears down my neck, and even my breathing became a little erratic.
"Uh, Mr. Shen should change into some loungewear; it would be more convenient for cooking. This... could easily expose you." Her voice was lower than usual, carrying a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment.
"There are no loungewear, only bathrobes and towels. Shall I go change into a towel?" Shen Yan looked at her slightly flushed cheeks and was secretly delighted. She still had feelings for him, didn't she?
He finished speaking and was about to change into a bath towel when Nan Weiwei quickly stopped him, saying, "You should wear a bathrobe!"
Hmph, isn't a bath towel even more revealing? Shameless man.
Shen Yan turned around and nodded, "Okay."
"You should cook Western food; it'll be faster." She didn't want to waste too much time here.
"Okay, do you want to help me? I cut my finger last time and can't get it wet," he asked.
Nan Weiwei was reluctant, but she still got up and went over to help wash the vegetables. Shen Yan deliberately stood very close to her, looking at her profile, and had an urge to kiss her.
Speaking of which, did she have plastic surgery to look like this now?
Although she's not as pretty as before, he doesn't care about her appearance as long as she's the person.
Feeling the intense gaze, Nan turned her head slightly and only then realized that he was very close to her. She asked in a cold voice, "Why don't you wash it, Mr. Chen?"
Shen Yan had no choice but to take a step away from her, putting his hands behind his back and stubbornly explaining, "I just wanted to see if you were clean."
"I washed them very well." She pouted, quickly finished washing all the side dishes, and left the open kitchen. She didn't want to help him; he was the one who said he wanted to cook.
Let him do it himself.
Shen Yan didn't need her help and decided to show off his cooking skills to his future wife... Every move he made in the kitchen was confident and elegant, unhurried, as if he were sculpting a work of art.
Nan Weiwei, who was sitting on the sofa, unconsciously looked at him—frowning, then looked away and deliberately watched TV.
About half an hour later, Shen Yan brought all the dishes he had prepared to the table and called to her in a gentle tone, "Come and eat, try my cooking."
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