With no progress bar in sight, Nan Zhi's strategy was very casual. Regardless of whether Jiang Qingyan was happy or not, she picked up her phone and sent him a message.
[Jiang Qingyan, Cheng Xu didn't come today, so I can't film again. How about I pick you up later to go clubbing?]
There was no response for a long time, and Nanzhi, adhering to the principle that silence means consent, told the driver to drive the nanny van back.
She fell asleep on the bus without realizing it, and when she suddenly woke up, more than half an hour had passed.
The car hadn't arrived at Jiang's residence yet.
At the traffic light intersection, Nanzhi glanced up casually and saw a man in a suit with an extremely tall and handsome back walking by.
Nanzhi's eyes lit up immediately.
"Find a parking spot and wait for me."
She told the driver something, put on a mask and sunglasses, opened the car door, and chased after him in her high heels.
"Hey, you handsome guy up ahead, wait for me!"
The handsome guy seemed not to hear her. With his long legs, one step of his was equivalent to two of hers. Nanzhi chased after him for a while, until her shoes got stuck in the sewer's protective netting. Unable to pull them out, she simply took off her shoes.
But when she went to chase after him again, the streets were bustling with people, and that slender figure was nowhere to be seen.
Unable to find anyone, Nanzhi could only walk back barefoot.
The nanny van was parked in a designated parking area on the side of the road.
When she opened the car door, she glanced back but still couldn't find that figure, so she got into the car first.
"Let's go."
The car drove off again and quickly disappeared from sight.
Beside the sewer, a pair of black leather shoes quietly came to a stop. The person leaned down, and with long, slender fingers, removed the black high heels that were stuck in the safety net, picked them up, and gradually walked away.
Before the car even arrived at the Jiang residence, Nanzhi received a message from Jiang Qingyan.
[Zhizhi, I went out with my friends and I'm not home. Play by yourself.]
Nanzhi typed a few words.
You call me so affectionately, so I should call you something more affectionate too. What do you like to call me, Jiang Jiang, Qing Qing, or Yan Yan?
There was a brief silence on the other end, before a few words were typed a minute later.
[As long as Zhizhi is happy.]
[Xiao Jiangzi.]
The silence on the other end lasted a little longer.
"Have fun, sweetie. Tell me if you need money."
Okay, Little Yanzi.
There was no further reply.
Nan Zhi curled the corners of her mouth slightly.
That's great! I tease him every day, and life is so much happier for me.
She was a little unhappy just thinking about not being able to catch up with the "back view killer".
To cheer herself up, Nanzhi immediately posted a message on WeChat Moments.
【Greetings, I am Qin Shi Huang. I am not actually dead, but have been in a deep sleep. Now I have been resurrected. If I can bring my 100,000 terracotta warriors back to life, I can rule the world. Therefore, I need some money. If you transfer 500 yuan to my WeChat account and help me restore my kingdom, I will give you a great merit and, after conquering the world, grant you a province as a prince.】
The message quickly garnered a large number of comments.
Lin Lin: Sis, was your WeChat account hacked?
Big Orange: Nan Zhi, what are you doing?
Cute Little Koi: Don't stay in Myanmar, come back quickly, I'll take you to the factory to tighten screws.
...
Nanzhi casually scrolled through the messages, and they were all questioning whether her account had been hacked.
These people really have absolutely no sense of humor.
She exited her Moments and saw two recent messages popping up on the WeChat page.
Lin Lin: [Sis, did you post this on WeChat Moments?]
Nanzhi: [Send me 500 yuan and I'll tell you.]
Lin Lin: [Who are you, and why did you hack her WeChat?]
As he was sending messages, a video call came in.
Nan Zhi didn't expect this guy she had forgotten to care about her so much, but she was a bit aloof, so she simply hung up.
I also blacklisted him.
You can't even afford 500 yuan, yet you want to see the face of a fairy? Dream on!
But what surprised Nanzhi was another piece of information.
Jiang Qingyan: [Transfer of RMB 100]
Nan Zhi was afraid she had misread it, so she carefully counted them, and there were indeed four zeros.
She quickly clicked "accept" and then sent a message with a smile.
Nan Zhi: [You've given me far too much. I'll bestow upon you the title of Empress.]
Jiang Qingyan: [I accept the imperial decree and express my gratitude.]
Jiang Qingyan is quite cute; Nan Zhi was holding her phone and laughing happily.
However, excessive joy can lead to sorrow.
Nanzhi's WeChat account was reported by someone and subsequently blocked.
Her 50,000 yuan!!!!
Seeing Nanzhi screaming like a groundhog in the car, the driver asked, "What's wrong?"
Nanzhi cried out, "My WeChat account has been blocked!"
Driver: "It's okay, just click to apply for unblocking."
Nanzhi's crying face vanished instantly, and she leaned over with a grin: "How do I do it?"
The driver parked the car outside the Jiang residence: "I'll teach you."
Soon, with the driver's help, Nanzhi's WeChat account was unblocked.
Nan Zhi nodded: "Not bad, Uncle, you're quite skilled at it."
The driver said, "I used to get blocked all the time, and I got used to it after a while."
"Why is it so often blocked?" Nan Zhi's gossipy nature was stirring.
The driver scratched his head shyly: "I'm over thirty and still single, so I posted a few blind date ads on my WeChat Moments."
Nanzhi raised an eyebrow, looking at the wrinkles on his face: "In your thirties?"
The driver said, "Thirty-nine."
Nanzhi: "..."
The driver said, "I think I'm quite young and my requirements aren't high. I just want to find a girl around twenty years old who has a college degree, can do housework, and can take care of my parents, but I haven't been able to find one."
"Honey, do you think it's because my standards are too low that the girls in my social circle haven't dared to say anything?"
Nan Zhi nodded: "Yes, that's right, you should find someone with a postgraduate degree."
The driver slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I knew it! My standards were too low!"
...
In the evening, when the van stopped at the Jiang residence, Jiang Qingyan immediately saw Nanzhi sitting on a small stool, chatting with the driver while cracking sunflower seeds.
He didn't rush to get off the car; he just stood there quietly watching through the window.
Watching her listen attentively and nod in agreement.
Watching her laugh heartily, disregarding her image.
Strangely enough, he was unconsciously infected by her laughter.
Nanzhi chatted with the driver for more than two hours at the gate without realizing it.
The two talked about everything from the ground to the sky, and then from the sky to outer space.
The topics are all different.
Just then, Nanzhi finished cracking the melon seeds and looked up to see Jiang Qingyan.
At that time, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden light on him. He was as divine as a god, untouched by worldly adornments.
For a moment, Nan Zhi was in a daze. She stood up and walked toward him with a stunning expression.
"Xiao Qingzi, you're so handsome."
No matter when or where, she never hesitated to praise him.
However, this form of address...
Jiang Qingyan's eyelids twitched.
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