Shen Wangshu chuckled to himself.
Aye fell silent.
“I have money!” he said through gritted teeth.
"Are you sure you can handle it? Don't push yourself," Nangong Xiang said with concern, blinking her eyes.
"Shut up!" The top assassin was furious. He was showing his future wife his future home, a scene full of love, but it turned into a questioning of his financial resources.
Dongfang Xuan leaned close to Shen Wangshu with envy and whispered, "Actually, I want to be kept by Shushu."
"I have no money!" Shen Wangshu hurriedly and firmly refused.
The boy looked pitifully at the girl who refused to take care of him with teary eyes. After a long while, he said sadly to Aya, "I really envy you."
Ah Ye felt like he was surrounded by lunatics. If he hadn't already retired from crime, he would have shot all three of these little bastards in front of him, even if it cost him his money.
The thought of his future being tied to those three little rascals made him feel hopeless, even though he loved life. Then, thinking of the lively old man from the East at home, the handsome man took a deep breath, preparing to get himself some herbal medicine to clear his heat. He shoved Dongfang Xuan aside, pressed Shen Wangshu's head down, and suddenly picked up Nangong Xiang.
Shen Wangshu bit her finger and looked at Nangong Xiang with envy.
Dongfang Xuan silently looked down at his small frame.
Amidst the chaos, Shen Wangshu spotted a handsome man approaching along the mountain path. The man looked like a wealthy young master, drenched in sweat from the climb and wearing extremely expensive hiking gear. His entire outfit was priceless, but he seemed utterly exhausted, vigorously wiping the sweat from his brow, his eyes glazed over with weariness.
Hearing a girl scream, he looked over but didn't see Nangong Xiang in the distance. Instead, he saw Shen Wangshu wearing a clean white cotton dress and showing a pure and beautiful smile.
She seemed like a celestial maiden descending from heaven to the mortal world.
Surrounded by greenery, that pure white figure captivated him.
He stood there, watching the girl's pure smile, all other sounds faded away, and her smile lingered in his mind for a long time.
Shen Wangshu noticed that someone was staring in a daze, so she tilted her head slightly.
Dongfang Xuan stood in front of her, looking at her with displeasure. Then he narrowed his eyes and whispered in Shen Wangshu's ear, "This is Beitang He."
This is Nangong Xiang's husband from her previous life, a man who deeply loved Si Xin and imprisoned Nangong Xiang until she went mad in order to avenge Si Xin.
Shen Wangshu nodded, her smile becoming even more gentle.
"Ah Ye's villa is great in every way, but why doesn't he put up a sign on the mountain to indicate that it's his private property?" Letting strangers barge in like this would be absurd, especially if it were on the Dongfang family's mountain.
Dongfang Xuan felt that A-Ye's thinking was not comprehensive enough, and his face slowly darkened as he spoke. The man named Beitang He, of course, recognized the president of the Dongfang family. When he saw the displeasure on Dongfang Xuan's face, he hesitated for a moment, not daring to approach, and gave a distant salute before slowly retreating.
Before leaving, he glanced at Shen Wangshu from afar.
The admiration in those eyes made Shen Wangshu want to laugh.
Dongfang Xuan felt he had even more reason to kill Beitang He.
He snorted coldly, forbidding Shen Wangshu from looking at that inexplicable man, and planned to make Beitang He disappear in a few days.
Shen Wangshu, however, felt that everything was fine now.
She could faintly hear Nangong Xiang's voice in the villa; the voice was full of vitality and undisguised joy.
It's really great that Nangong Xiang didn't see Beitang He.
With Nangong Cheng as her father, Nangong Yao couldn't bypass his influence to marry her off for family alliances, and thus, she had a different life.
This is really good.
Shen Wangshu felt very satisfied.
But while she was satisfied, there were many more who were not.
Si Xin waited anxiously for Nangong Yao to return home at the Nangong family villa, personally preparing nourishing soups for him every day amidst the servants' mockery. But Nangong Yao didn't come back, and she couldn't express any of her love.
The magazines were still filled with rumors about Nangong Yao and female celebrities, flaunting their affairs without restraint. It seemed this man had completely forgotten about Si Xin. Fortunately, Ai Li was there to keep Si Xin company every day, offering some comfort. Although Ai Li still treated Si Xin like a maid, Si Xin felt more at ease with some warmth compared to being alone in the old house.
Alice stayed with her in the kitchen while she was in the kitchen.
Finally, one day, Nangong Yao returned.
He saw Si Xin looking at him timidly, with a hint of impatience in her eyes.
Si Xin had become increasingly humble since some point in time, and this humility had dimmed her beautiful face.
It lacked the clarity and joy it once had.
"Brother Yao, this is a nourishing soup I made for you," Si Xin said timidly.
She held a steaming bowl of soup and saw Nangong Yao frowning at her. She said softly, "You're usually tired, so take care of yourself. This can help you recover."
Her beautiful eyes were filled with the most sincere emotions, but they weren't the kind of girl Nangong Yao wanted to see. He impatiently snatched the soup bowl, drank the soup in one gulp, and threw it into Si Xin's arms, saying unhappily, "Are you a servant? If you like doing this kind of thing, then go be a servant from now on!" Although the scalding soup did make him feel a faint warmth as it went down his throat.
However, he was truly exhausted.
A feeling of extreme drowsiness lingered within him.
There is also a kind of urge that makes one's blood boil, like a fire surging and echoing within one's body.
Nangong Yao paused, suddenly snapping back to reality. He looked at the hardness beneath him, then stared in disbelief at Si Xin, who was looking at him expectantly.
The adoration and resentment in those eyes made Nangong Yao's eyes widen suddenly.
"President Nangong, you're back?" Aili's soft voice echoed in Nangong Yao's room. She walked in from the doorway, smiling charmingly.
Nangong Yao took a deep breath, stood up, but felt dizzy, his vision blurred, and his rationality slowly disappeared. Slowly and laboriously, he walked towards the swaying woman whose identity he could not see.
His handsome face contorted in rage. He never imagined that Si Xin, whom he had once thought was pure and innocent, would turn out to be someone who would do anything to get into his bed.
That's utterly despicable!
"You drugged me!"
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