"Song Ze, I'm pregnant."
“I don’t mind, Namji. I love you and I can accept everything about you. Your child is my child.”
“I can’t divorce him now, no one will agree unless I give birth to the child.”
Xiang Nanzhi looked at Song Ze and could only ruthlessly remove his hand. "If you really love me, come back to me after I give birth and after the divorce."
Song Ze grasped at empty air, and his heart sank in as well. "Nan Zhi."
"Our feelings are pure and shouldn't be tainted by anything improper. Let's not see each other for a while."
After saying that, Xiang Nanzhi left through the alley outside the coffee shop. Song Ze watched her back and clenched his fist slightly.
This woman used to be like a piece of chewing gum, impossible to shake off, but now that she's found love with another man, she's become indifferent to him.
She looks so innocent, and when we were together she wouldn't let him touch her at all. I never expected her to be such a wanton woman.
Xiang Nanzhi was so disturbed by Song Ze that he went home and drew several design drafts, but he was not satisfied with any of them.
Ma Xiaorong sat down next to her and took out a contract. "That company said they want to meet with you and sign a long-term contract."
“I won’t sign. I don’t want to design for a single company. I don’t want to be tied to them. If they buy this design, it’s the only design they’ll get. If they don’t want to sign, then forget it.”
Ma Xiaorong rested her chin on her hand and said, "You want to do jewelry design, so why are you sending your designs to companies everywhere? Isn't that just to get a long-term contract with a company? Only by signing a long-term contract and having a formal business relationship will the company value your designs, and only then will you have a chance to succeed."
"I don't need to have a chance to rise to the top."
Xiang Nanzhi put down his pen, glanced at the men's watch he had designed, and said, "I've already said it, it's just a hobby, something to do when I have nothing to do."
"But you said you wanted to prove yourself."
"I've already proven myself by having companies wanting my designs."
"The contract hasn't been signed yet."
"It doesn't matter. I'm already satisfied. It's not like I have to wait until I get the money to feel satisfied. As long as I feel at peace, that's enough."
Ma Xiaorong was speechless. "Some people are desperate to sign long-term contracts with these companies, but they don't have the chance. You, on the other hand, have the opportunity but don't cherish it."
So much money and so much talent, it's something most people can only envy.
Xiang Nanzhi doesn't have many hobbies. Besides dressing up and enjoying life, she likes to do some handicrafts.
She's dabbled in jewelry design, pottery making, and the production of replicas of various fashion jewelry.
Xiang Zhengyi spoils her, buying her professional equipment and hiring instructors to teach her, all to make her happy.
After finishing the design, Xiang Nanzhi took a nap. When she woke up, it was already evening.
"Nanzhi, wake up..."
"Dad, eldest brother, second brother."
Xiang Nanzhi called out to everyone, then sat down next to Xiang Zhengyi. "Being pregnant makes you sleepy. Eat something good to nourish yourself, then go to sleep."
Xiang Jingyi glanced at Xiang Nanzhi, hesitated for a moment, and said, "So that land isn't going to be given to the Song family?"
"I have a few clients who have a good relationship with me and want to terminate their contracts with the Song family."
"You're telling me you want to terminate the contract with the Song family because you want to hear my opinion?"
"It should be."
"Never mind, that's their business."
Some clients were unsure whether to continue cooperating with the Song family, fearing that cooperating would offend the Xiang family, and were testing the waters in various ways.
Once the Xiang family stops expressing their stance, these clients will not hesitate to terminate their contracts with the Song family.
What we want from justice is probably for those people to retaliate for what they took in.
Xiang Nanzhi thought of this and recalled what Song Ze had told her, and felt a little confused.
But another voice told her that Song Ze was aloof and not that kind of person.
He almost never asked her to do anything on his own initiative; most of the time, she would help him after she found out.
"Has Song Ze's family encountered some difficulties?"
Xiang Nanzhi held the soup spoon, looked up at Jingyi, and Xiang Jingyi lowered his head to eat without saying a word.
Xiang Ciyuan cleared his throat, pretending he didn't exist.
"dad……"
"Why are you meddling so much in other people's business?" Xiang Zhengyi said sternly, but still put an abalone in her bowl.
"Eat well, drink well, take good care of your health, and take good care of the grandson in your belly. This is the bloodline of our Xiang family."
Every time he thinks of this, tears well up in his eyes. His little princess hasn't been by his side for many years, and now she's about to become a mother herself.
"Dad, I was just asking, I didn't mean anything by it."
"Zhizhi, remember this! Have you forgotten how the Song family treated you before?"
Xiang Nanzhi sighed, "I haven't forgotten, but the Song family has had a relationship with us for so many years. If you make things difficult for them because of my matter, then that's not right of you."
"Heh heh, you're lecturing me now."
"This isn't a lesson. Public matters are public matters, and private matters are private matters. Tell me honestly, did you cause trouble for Song Ze's parents?"
Of the entire family, only Xiang Nanzhi dared to question Xiang Zhengyi in this way, and Xiang Zhengyi didn't get angry at all.
"I don't need to trip them up." Naturally, someone will stand up for him.
With just a glance from him, countless people rushed forward to strike at the Song family's tail.
"Dad, I'll say it again: I've gotten to where I am today because of nothing else. You don't need to make things difficult for anyone because of me. You're just making things difficult for me. Heaven is watching what people do, and God will take his revenge on me in due time."
"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"
Xiang Zhengyi immediately became agitated, "You're a jinx, talking nonsense."
She's pregnant now, and Xiang Zhengyi is extremely nervous about it; Xiang Nanzhi is saying this on purpose.
She knew her father was very particular; sometimes he would rather believe something than not.
He would weigh everything carefully, from the placement of objects to the location of projects, from the starting point of coal mining to the potential harm to animals.
The renowned President Xiang may seem indifferent to everything, but he pays attention to many small details; he has his own beliefs.
"That's how it is, an eye for an eye."
"And you said..."
"Zhizhi, that's enough."
When Xiang Jing saw that Xiang Zhengyi's expression had changed, she quickly stopped her.
Xiang Zhengyi was genuinely frightened. He was fearless and doted on his daughter the most. Xiang Nanzhi had finished eating and was resting in the garden when he pulled Xiang Jingyi aside to talk.
"If someone asks you, do you remain neutral? We shouldn't create difficulties for them, but we also shouldn't solve their problems for them."
"About that place..."
"Let them bid on their own. Whether they succeed or not depends on their abilities. Trying to use connections won't work."
Xiang Jing nodded. "I understand."
"Just remember one thing: don't actively create difficulties for them, but also absolutely don't give the Song family any favors."
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