Xiang Nanzhi didn't sleep very well either, tossing and turning. Jiang Yao was asleep, but she still couldn't fall asleep.
She texted Shen Shixun, "Honey, are you asleep? I miss you..."
"You're not asleep, come here."
Xiang Nanzhi covered Jiang Yao with a blanket, put on her slippers, and went next door to ring the doorbell. She only pressed it once before the door opened. Before she could even see who was inside, Shen Shixun picked her up and gently placed her on the bed.
"Be gentle..."
He had been very gentle, but it was still a bit too rough on Xiang Nanzhi.
The next day, Xiang Nanzhi found a house for Jiang Yao. There were no vacancies on Shen Shixun's floor, so Jiang Yao had to stay downstairs.
When signing the contract, Jiang Yao felt something was amiss. "You're asking me to live downstairs from Shen Shixun? That's not right. I've already stolen your boyfriend. Aren't you afraid?"
"Hey, what are you afraid of? You took Song Ze away for my own good, and you took all the storms for me."
Jiang Yao twitched her lips. "Can you stop joking? This is really inappropriate."
"Don't worry, I will never let Shen Shixun live alone in the future. I will stay with him."
"You trust me that much?"
"Sign the contract quickly."
Jiang Yao lowered her head to sign the contract, and then said to Nan Zhi, "It's not that I trust you, it's mainly that I trust him."
"Jiang Yao, can you understand the kind of unrestricted trust between two people? That's how I feel about Shen Shixun."
She could tell Shim Sehun anything, and she didn't care about her image in front of him...
He's down-to-earth and doesn't care about saving face; he's very genuine and makes me feel safe.
Xiang Nanzhi would go home from time to time to get a little something to bring over. She wouldn't bring everything she needed at once; she would just grab whatever came to mind.
Ma Xiaorong sighed every time she approached a traffic light while driving.
"Alright, sighing is contagious..."
"I don't understand, I really don't understand!"
"How could you be so good to Jiang Yao...? Aren't all the things she's done deserving of the death penalty?"
Xiang Nanzhi remained silent, so Ma Xiaorong continued, "You take such good care of her, what can she give you in return?"
“My mind is made up, and I won’t change it. I’ll choose to believe her this once, and I won’t be so suspicious anymore.”
“She’s using you. If you weren’t Xiang Nanzhi, she wouldn’t even bother with you.”
There aren't that many "what ifs".
When Xiang Nanzhi got home, he ran into Xiang Ciyuan, who was hungover. It was late afternoon, and he was only now going to work.
"Good morning, Second Brother."
"It's getting late."
Xiang Nanzhi went inside. When Xiang Ciyuan saw his younger sister return, he turned back and stayed there for a while.
When Xiang Nanzhi was getting his things, Ma Xiaorong quietly said a few words to Xiang Ciyuan. After she finished speaking, Xiang Ciyuan's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.
"Zhizhi found her a place, and she spent the night with her last night?"
Ma Xiaorong nodded, "I only found out this morning when I went there. Second Young Master, this woman is really dangerous, I'm a little afraid of her."
Xiang Ciyuan nodded, and Ma Xiaorong added, "You should still warn her. I told her that Miss doesn't listen to me. Jiang Yao wants to open a teahouse, and she was even planning to help her."
No warning needed.
Jiang Yao is no longer a threat to anyone. She has the will to start over, which is already quite remarkable.
When Xiang Nanzhi came downstairs, Xiang Ciyuan was still there. Ma Xiaorong carried the bag in her hand for her. "I heard from Xiaorong that you sold a lot of jewelry and bags at the antique market before?"
Xiang Nanzhi nodded and tossed Ciyuan a card to her. "If you ever need money, just ask me. How much money can you make selling those things?"
How many are there?
Xiang Nanzhi didn't intend to take it, but as far as she knew, Xiang Ciyuan had secured funding from the group for this project with Zhang Yandong, so he definitely didn't have much money on him.
"Ten million, that should be enough for you to live on for a while."
"Dad only gives you 500,000 yuan a month for living expenses, where did you get 10 million yuan?"
"Never mind, just take it."
He stood up and saw a silver ring on Xiang Nanzhi's hand. "Don't lower your standard of living just because you're living away from home. Buy one with diamonds, be more impressive, and don't embarrass me when you go out."
Xiang Nanzhi is already seven months pregnant, and the whole family is very worried.
Now that she's going to live with Shen Shixun, her family won't be able to take good care of her.
One after another, Xiang Nanzhi received transfer after transfer, and when he checked at the end of the month, he found that he couldn't possibly spend it all.
She wanted to go back, but she was afraid they would send even more back, which worried her terribly.
Shen Shixun is getting busier and busier with work, while Xiang Nanzhi continues to live a retirement-like life in the antique market.
On the day Jiang Yao's teahouse opened, Xiang Nanzhi brought Shen Shixun to support it.
She lied to Shen Shixun, saying she had a stomachache, which startled the man, who then sped away from the mine.
When I arrived, I saw her wearing a traditional Chinese long dress and chatting with someone.
Jiang Yao spent almost all her money to open a teahouse called "Che Shui Ma Lou" in the center of the ancient city...
There were quite a few people who came to support them, all sorts of people. Shen Shixun was sweating profusely from running around. Xiang Nanzhi noticed a pair of sharp eyes staring at her, so she quickly went over and took the man's hand.
"Darling, when did you arrive?"
Xiang Nanzhi's college classmates were all staring at Shen Shixun. Everyone knew that Xiang Nanzhi had married a country bumpkin, and they all felt a little wronged for her.
With such a good family background, how did she end up having to have children for a poor guy?
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