The three have always been anti-fans of Nan Zhi, and their presence can often be seen under Nan Zhi's Weibo posts. Many of these anti-fans are actually their followers, so it can be said that they have quite a bit of influence.
As soon as the three of them posted on Weibo, the comments section was filled with discussion.
At first, others thought the three had been hacked, but later the three went to the anti-fan group they had created to prove their identity, and everyone gradually went from being skeptical to following suit.
As a result, many apologies were issued for the malicious comments under Nan Zhi later on.
Nan Zhi, who knew nothing about this matter, was waiting for Jiang Qingyan to have a physical examination.
Sigh, that's a bit of a shame.
There was no physical examination that required taking off clothes.
She offered the doctor a suggestion, but the doctor firmly and coldly rejected her: "You don't need to take off your clothes, the X-ray will show everything."
"What if something happens?"
The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked at her: "Are you questioning our medical equipment?"
"Ah, no, no, I am..."
The doctor removed his permed wig, revealing a greasy, balding frizzy bald patch. "Are you questioning my medical skills?"
Nanzhi:……
Tsk, looks like I've met my match.
An hour later, Jiang Qingyan finished his physical examination, but the report would not be available for another week. Nanzhi glanced at the time; it was only around ten o'clock. She pushed Jiang Qingyan outside.
"Jiang Qingyan, are you hungry? Shall I take you to get something good to eat?"
Jiang Qingyan agreed gently.
Nanzhi then pushed him out of the hospital.
When the car stopped at a small restaurant, Jiang Qingyan looked somewhat dazed.
He thought Nanzhi would take him to some fancy restaurant, but it turned out to be a small eatery.
Nan Zhi helped Jiang Qingyan out of the car, put him in a wheelchair, and pushed him into the restaurant.
The small restaurant was packed, almost full, and didn't look very clean. Jiang Qingyan frowned: "Here?"
Nan Zhi said, "Yes, this place's pork skin rice noodles are twenty yuan a bowl, and they're incredibly delicious."
Jiang Qingyan raised an eyebrow and looked at Nan Zhi: "You've eaten it?"
Nan Zhi: "No, it must taste good because there are so many people here."
Jiang Qingyan: "..."
The restaurant was crowded with people coming and going. Nan Zhi pushed Jiang Qingyan inside, saying, "Make way, hold your bowls properly, don't spill the soup on my husband, or you won't be able to leave without 200,000 yuan."
The originally crowded people paused when they saw Jiang Qingyan sitting in a wheelchair, and then all made way.
Jiang Qingyan: ...
He suddenly felt a little relieved that he had also worn a mask.
"Boss, five bowls of pork skin rice noodles."
Listening to what Nan Zhi said to the shopkeeper, Jiang Qingyan couldn't help but say, "I can't eat that much, one bowl is enough."
Nanzhi: "Oh, boss, another bowl, please."
Jiang Qingyan: "...Are you going to take those five bowls home?"
Nanzhi: "I'll eat it myself."
Nan Zhi's expression was so calm that Jiang Qingyan thought he had misheard.
It wasn't until the owner brought five large bowls of rice noodles to her that Jiang Qingyan realized what was happening. She picked up her chopsticks and began to eat heartily, quickly finishing one bowl and starting on her second.
It turns out that she really did order those five bowls for herself.
Is it really that delicious?
Jiang Qingyan had never eaten these things before and always felt they were unhygienic.
Seeing how much she was enjoying her meal, Jiang Qingyan frowned and picked up his chopsticks with some difficulty to try a few strands of rice noodles.
Almost as soon as the rice noodles entered his mouth, a sensation he had never experienced before caused the smile on his lips to falter.
"Is it good?" Nanzhi wiped the grease off her lips with a tissue and looked up at him.
Jiang Qingyan looked into her bright eyes, a gentle smile spreading across his lips: "Delicious."
It's really delicious.
The pork skin is soft and delicious, and when paired with rice noodles, it's not greasy at all.
Jiang Qingyan never imagined that one day he would be eating a bowl of rice noodles in a run-down little restaurant.
Moreover, it was with Nan Zhi, the woman who kept insisting on divorcing him.
After finishing her rice noodles, Nan Zhi let out a satisfied burp. She patted her round belly and sighed, "It feels so good to be full."
Don't let your sense of happiness be too intense.
Jiang Qingyan looked at her, who had no idol image to maintain, and said with a smile, "Your fans would be very surprised if they saw you like this."
"Oh yeah, I just remembered that I'm a celebrity."
Nanzhi immediately perked up, looked around, and spotted several haters trying to take her photos again.
"Hey, can I see your photos?" Nan Zhi got up and walked over. "Let me see if you took them well or not. If they're not good, you'll have to delete them."
And so later...
Jiang Qingyan sat alone at the table, watching Nan Zhi chatting animatedly with those haters.
Nan Zhi: "Tsk tsk, this photo is amazing, the pure sensuality makes my heart flutter."
Hater #4 agreed: "That's absolutely amazing."
Nan Zhi: "And this one, she looks just like a pure and innocent college girl. I have to say, you took a really good picture."
Black Fan #5 said shyly, "I studied photography."
...
After chatting for an unknown amount of time, Nan Zhi waved goodbye to the few haters and said, "I have to take my husband home now, you guys go home too."
The number four or five haters looked at her with starry eyes and said, "Okay, sister."
"By the way, please don't post my husband's picture online. He's so handsome, I'm afraid other women will have designs on him."
Haters number four and five glanced at Jiang Qingyan not far away. He had already put on a mask, but there's a term for it: "mask killer."
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